kittycattoys

[kittycattoys]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

Thanks for reading 😁

[kittycattoys]

When you realize you have a size kink because these are the men you fall for

I have a type

PS IM BACK AT IT

[kittycattoys]

This deserves more love

The Queen Of Hawkins || Billy Hargrove x reader || smut

Outline: You are the Queen of Hawkins (instead of Steve being king) but the new guy in town is after your crown and decides to try his luck at a party.

Word count: 3´200

Warnings: alcohol, 'hate fucking', probably a few mistakes here and there as English isn’t my first language and explicit rough smut.

Music was loudly playing through the house yet still barely covered the laughters and chatter of the guests, dancing and drinking in the living room. While you enjoyed such activities too, you had spent most of your time by the dining table, beating everyone who dared to challenge you at your favorite drinking game. Your whole reputation was actually built on how good you were at it, a few years back it had made you insanely popular to be such a pro at tossing coins in shot glasses, and now, years later, your skills were still the main entertainment at every party.

You laughed as Tommy fell to the ground on the other end of the table, knocked out by the fourth shot he had been forced to down in a row. He was the worst at this game, and yet he still insisted to challenge you every time… Maybe he just needed an excuse to get blackout drunk.

“Well, who else wants to join Tommy down there ?” You asked, addressing the few spectators that had watched your performance.

No one seemed up to the challenge, knowing better than to measure themselves to you. You took a sip from one of your untouched shots, deciding to join your dancing friends for the rest of the night but someone walked up to you and took place at the other end of the dining table covered in shot glasses.

You glanced in his direction, an animosity you couldn’t quite explain seizing you each time you came face to face with this new guy. Maybe it was the way he held himself, chin always held up high and his chest straight and imposing, as if he was constantly trying to impress everyone. Maybe it was his tone, satured with overconfidence and arrogance whenever he spoke. Or maybe it was just the fact that, despite being in Hawkins for all but a few months, he had already caused a pandemic of heartbreaks among your friends.

“A little birdie told me that the Queen of Hawkins is unbeatable at this game.” Billy said, as you collected and pocketed Tommy’s coins from his missed attempts to toss them at you and the ones in his empty shot glasses. “What do you say I try and become the new king ?”

“Anyone can try, but only if you’ve got some change.” You retorted, gesturing to the pile of coins on your corner of the table, it was a pretty lucrative business for you.

The young man pulled a few quarters out of his jeans’ pocket, placing them on the table next to his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Someone filled up the empty glasses with liquor and you concentrated on your task, easily tossing a coin into one of the cups in front of Billy.

He smiled, which only added to the constant air of arrogance written on his face. He leaned over, closed one of his eyes for better aim and tossed his quarter in your direction. It loudly clinked against the glass before sinking into the liquor.

You heard some hushed conversations all around you, people visibly surprised that he had managed to even out the score so quickly. Added to the girls gawking about his physique and it was a great way to distract you and offer him your title on a silver platter.

You glared at the girls chatting behind your back and they went silent instantly, understanding the message. You took a deep breath, aimed and tossed… Scoring another point.

You straightened up, grinning with pride and satisfaction but it didn’t seem to impress your opponent at all. His penny plunged into your glass easily and you replied in kind, the score still even after each turn.

“Do we call it quits once I don’t have any change left ?” He asked, eventually, as he held his last coin between his fingers. You looked at him, realizing that you had no idea what to answer him. Usually, you won way before anyone could run out of coins to toss.

You held your breath as he sent his last penny flying in the air. And won.

“Shall we rule over this kingdom together ?” He suggested, with a cocky grin that made his face so punchable.

“I’d rather eat every single shot glass on this table.” You retorted, bitterly. He huffed a laugh, clearly enjoying how everyone was staring at him with wide eyes. He hadn’t won the game, it was a tie, but people still looked at him as if he had managed to beat you and that grated on your nerves.

“Well, cheers.” He downed each of the glasses in front of him, one by one, barely flinching at the burning liquor he swallowed. You knew you didn’t have any other choice but to do the same and you winced in anticipation before trying to get it done as quickly as you could. From time to times, someone challenging you would manage to score one or two points, forcing you to drink a bit but you had never been obligated to clear your side of the table before.

The liquid burnt your throat and you felt it all the way to your chest, instantly making you feel slightly lightheaded. Tommy had managed to stand up again and was congratulating Billy on his performance, most of the onlookers were cheering for him and glancing at you with what you interpreted as mocking expressions. And to not help your case, you could clearly feel your face heating up because of the alcohol, probably coloring your cheeks and making it look like you were embarrassed when really, you couldn’t care less.

You retreated to the bathroom upstairs to splash your face with fresh water. You drank some from the faucet, knowing it was the easiest way to sober up and you fixed your appearance, while promising yourself that you wouldn’t attend any party where you might run into that troublemaker Californian newcomer again in the future.

However, as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you almost bumped into a familiar silhouette dressed in denim, smelling exactly like the liquor still lingering on your tongue.

“What do you want ?” You snapped at him, even if that made you sound like a very sore loser.

“I’m just doing my duty and checking on my Queen.”

“You didn’t win, it was a tie.” You reminded him, rolling your eye. “It will take more than this to become the king of Hawkins.”

“Really ? I thought the only requirement for that was to have a pretty face... Or maybe it’s just for the Queen ? What else could we ask of her, anyway ? ”

“Don’t cream your pants about my pretty face then.” You retorted, trying to resist the temptation to lecture him about misogyny.

“I won’t.” He stated, confidently. “I prefer women with more… maturity.”

“So you have mommy issues ?”

His eyes darkened at your words, his annoying grin completely fading from his face.

“Careful how you run your mouth, smartass. You don’t want to see me get upset.” He warned, stepping forward, forcing you to take a step back. You lost balance a bit but managed to catch yourself by placing your hand on the desk behind you.

That’s when it finally occurred to you that you were in an unknown bedroom, mostly plunged in darkness with a man you knew nothing about except that he loved to provoke you and definitely was after your hypothetical crown..

The back of you thighs pressed against the edge of the desk, trapping you between it and Billy’s muscular chest, still determined to come dangerously close to you.

Your survival instinct kicked in and you slapped him before he could get too close, the sound of your hand smacking his cheek resounding in the room. Your heart started racing in your chest, your breathing becoming labored as you worried that you might have done exactly what he had just warned you about… But, as he held his hand on his reddened cheek and turned to look at you again, you saw an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Looks like the Queen of Hawkins’ got some fire in her after all.” He remarked, placing his hands on the edge of the desk, on each side of you, keeping you in his reach.

“She does.” You replied, determined to not let a single hint of fear show. You held your chin up, fixing your eyes to his defiantly… Until something hard pressing against your bare thigh captured your attention. You glanced down and silently gasped at how his jeans were tight around an impressive bulge between his legs. “And you visibly seem to have enjoyed it.”

“Oh I did.” He smiled and you shivered, with more excitement than fear. Maybe you could understand your friends being so obsessed with him after all, there was something pleasant at the idea of him wanting you, as if it was some kind of achievement you should be proud of.

Without a warning, he pushed you down so that you sat on the desk in front of him and spread your legs apart so that his hand could sneak up your thighs and under your skirt, boldly slipping under the elastic of your panties and running two fingers between your folds, making you gasp much louder this time.

“You enjoyed it too apparently.” He stated, as cocky as he could be. He removed his hand, the elastic snapping back in place and leaving you surprisingly aching for more. He smiled as he admired his glistening fingers, coated with your arousal, before bringing them to his mouth and hungrily sucking them clean.

“Fuck you, Billy.” You snapped, unhappy with how your body was completely betraying you. You were certain that there wasn’t anyone in the world that you hated more than Billy Hargrove… However, there also wasn’t anyone else in the world that you wanted more than him at this very moment.

“Is that what you want ?” He asked, his voice low, his hand coming back to trace the rim of your underwear achingly slow.

You bite your lip, feeling your face burning again as you eagerly nodded at him.

“Then ask me nicely.” He demanded, using his other hand to bring yours to his erection, straining against the fabric of his pants. You met his eyes, feeling hesitant to comply to his request. When you noticed the way he was smiling at you, almost victoriously, you felt your blood boil. He couldn’t possibly think that he had won already.

“How about you ask me nicely ?” You retorted, closing your fingers over the center of his jeans and applying pressure as you moved your hand up and down, making the already impressive bulge grow even bigger. He huffed a laugh, his warm breath caressing the exposed skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “What’s so funny ?”

He shook his head and leaned towards you, his face at a mere few inches of yours. He chuckled lightly once more and you increased the pressure of your hand, making him slightly groan in surprise.

“You are funny. Hilarious actually, if you think I’m going to beg you for it. You may be the Queen of this shitty town, having all the dudes here at your feet ready to serve you whenever you call for them but I won’t.” He replied, his voice almost a whisper.

“Very well then, go find someone else to take care of that.” You retorted, pointedly looking down at him as you removed your hand from his erection.

“Oh no, you’re going to finish what you started, smartass.” He assured you, with an arrogant smile on his lips. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of them, the tip already glistening in anticipation of your mouth around it.

You shook your head, knowing damn well that you were playing with fire by provoking and resisting him. Billy Hargrove wasn’t the kind of guy who took frustration and provocation well, you had noticed that in the past few months since his arrival in town, however, a part of you couldn’t help but want to test out the limits and see where it might lead you…

So you leaned back, still sitting on the desk in front of him and opened up your legs wider, your skirt running up your thighs. You saw his eyes dart to your probably soaked panties and it was your turn to smile at him, sweetly but triumphant as he clearly had trouble hiding how badly he wanted you.

“How about you take care of me first ?” You suggested, leaning back on your hands so that he had an even better view of the effect he had on you.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, holding his erection in his hand and absently stroking it as he watched you. It would be as easy for him as it would be to you to leave this room and find another person more willing to satisfy the need you had created in each other but clearly, it wouldn’t be as much fun.

He eventually dropped down to his knees in front of you, looking clearly annoyed as you grinned back at him, victorious. He reached for the back of your knees, tugging you to the edge of the table so abruptly that you gasped in surprise. His large hands placed on each of your inner thighs, he spread them apart as wide as you let him and buried his face between your legs, his curls the only thing you could see then.

You felt his nose rubbing against you on the other side of the fabric of your underwear, his tongue giving a few licks that you - annoyingly - didn’t feel because of the barrier still in place between you. You groaned as he sucked on the cotton, the pressure it applied to your clit still way too light to satisfy you.

“God, Billy, stop teasing.” You pleaded, throwing your head back in exasperation.

He chuckled, the sound pleasantly vibrating between your legs. You sighed, enjoying it, and decided to take the matter in your own hands, your fingers coming down to tug your panties aside to bare the place where you wanted to feel his mouth to him.

“Such an eager Queen.” He remarked, sounding amused.

You opened your mouth to retort but the air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you felt his lips closing around your clit, sucking on it mercilessly. You gasped even louder when he swirled his tongue around it and lapped at it like it was his favorite flavor of popsicle, so rough and unrelenting in the way he was eating you up.

The pleasure building inside you was intense to the point it made you feel a bit dizzy, unable to concentrate on anything other than his fingers, digging in the tender flesh of your thighs to force them wide apart despite your legs shaking furiously as he went on, and his warm tongue, skating between your folds like he wanted to make sure to taste every single drop of your arousal.

When his tongue wandered lower, gently easing itself past your entrance, you were already quite close. You closed your eyes and leaned forward to place your hand on his head, fingers messing with his curls as you pulled him closer, desperate to feel him deeper inside you. You probably should have allowed him to catch his breath but you were so close, you felt like you might pass out if you didn’t feel any relief soon so you held him there until finally, the dam inside you broke and pleasure exploded like fireworks, tingling in your entire body.

You threw your head back again, your legs still shaking under his steady grip and a moan escaped your lips.

Your chest was still heaving, your thoughts still in a daze when he stood up, licking his lips. He wiped his wet chin with the back of his hand, seemingly enjoying the way you had came undone because of him.

“My turn.” He said, with a devilish grin on his face.

You looked down and noticed his erection still out of his pants, bigger and wider than ever. You tried to focus on catching your breath so that you could hold your end of the deal but he clearly was done waiting. He tugged you off the desk and forced you down on your knees in front of him by pressing down on your shoulder with one hand, guiding your head to his cock with the other.

You opened your mouth and took his tip in, immediately tasting the thick layer of salty precum that covered it. You brushed your tongue over it and sucked in hopes to get a few more drops out of it, your hand working his base in up and down motions.

You glanced up to see if he enjoyed what you were doing and saw him standing with his arms folded behind his back and his head hanging back, some quiet grunts bubbling in his throat in rythym with your hand movements. You tried to take him further in your mouth, feeling his tip hitting the back of your throat as you bopped your head to help you keep a steady pace.

From the way his body tensed and the muffled sounds coming out of his mouth, you could tell it was only a matter of time until he climaxed so you persevered, motivating yourself with the goal of giving him the best head he ever had in Hawkins.

He groaned and you felt both of his hands on each side of your head, holding it still as he thrusted his hips forward, forcing his erection all the way in and down your throat. You gagged but he kept going, determined to use you in the same egoistic way you had used him earlier. You tried to relax your jaw, breath through your nose, as his cock slided back and forth over your tongue. When he was all the way in, your face was pressed up against his lower abdomen, leaving you barely enough air to keep breathing properly.

When finally, a moan resounded in the bedroom, he let go off your head and pulled himself out of your mouth, just in time to release his load in the palm of his hand with a big, satisfied sigh of relief.

It took him less time than you to catch his breath. He reached for the dresser next to the desk you had been sitting on previously and opened the first drawer, grabbing a shirt that didn’t belong to either of you and carelessly wiped his hands on it, before using it to clean off the few drops that still glistened on his tip.

“You know, I get why you’re so popular now.” He said, throwing the now stained shirt on the bed.

“Oh shut up.” You retorted, as you stood up, adjusted your skirt and your hair and stepped out of the bedroom, going back to the party as if nothing as crazy as what you had just done - with the one person you couldn’t stand in this town - had happened.

[kittycattoys]

Just a Game

You and Peter like to play a game. It requires no trivia or plastic pieces. Just two people and feigned innocence.

Warnings: CNC (which has been discussed explicitly) unprotected sex, language, minor breeding kink at the very end

You and Peter like to play a game. 

It's not a board game, though you two enjoy those from time to time. Not a video game, though Peter has expressed interest. 

This game doesn't require any trivia knowledge or plastic pieces. No one has to keep track of points. There isn't a timer. 

All this game requires is a surface and your two bodies. 

Sometimes it was a couch, when you two were in the middle of watching a movie. Other times it could be your kitchen counter, dinner be damned. Rarely, it would be the back of a car, which was your favorite. Peter’s favorite-against a wall- depended on when and where. 

Today the surface was your shared bed. 

It started innocently, like it always does. Peter found you curled up in bed, reading. He hadn’t considered playing today. But then he saw you, wearing only one of his hoodies and those pastel yellow panties that drove him wild. 

It didn’t help that Peter could smell you. Though the cover of your book didn't look out of the ordinary, your arousal revealed the true nature of your reading choice. 

“What’cha reading ladybug?” He asked, curling up to you. 

You put on an innocent smile, keeping the book to your chest, “Oh nothing. Just one of those silly romance books.” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Silly? Let me see.” 

Before you could squeak out an objection, Peter snatched the book away, his eyes scanning the page you were on. 

“He pushed her dress up to her hips, revealing her wet core. He dove in, lapping up her arousal like a starved man, his mouth quickly attaching itself to her clit.”

Sometimes you got so caught up in playing your role. Peter had said much dirtier things to you and yet there you were, head in your hands and a warm flush coursing through your body. 

Peter placed the book on your nightstand before bringing your hands away from your face. 

“Oh baby. You’re too sweet to be reading something like that. Why don’t we cuddle instead?”

With his brown puppy dog eyes and sweet smile, he actually sounded genuine. For a moment, you thought he wasn’t inviting you to play. Not when he had his head in your lap, practically purring as your fingernails gently scratched his scalp. 

But then his long, nimble fingers made their way under the blanket, grazing against your bare skin, drawing shapes along your thighs as he made his way up your body.

“Peter.” His name was said in a sweet, sing-song voice, “Thought you wanted to cuddle.”

He sat up, pulling you closer, “I do bug.” Peter's other hand was now underneath your shirt, creeping up to your chest.. 

“Peter,” you could barely breathe, too enthralled with how good his fingers felt kneading your breasts, “This isn’t cuddling.” 

“I know,” He sighed, as if he felt some guilt about what he was doing, “But doesn’t it feel good bug?”

You could only nod, breath hitching up when one of his large hands began to toy with the elastic waistband of your panties. 

The foreplay was fun, but it wasn't the main focus of the game. 

That didn't come until you were underneath him, completely bare and withering as his hard cock slid between your soaked folds. It was a battle, fighting the urge to jerk your hips up, potentially catching him. 

“Peter, w-we shouldn't,” your voice was shaky as you tried to come across as worried rather than in a pleasure laced haze.

“I know. We shouldn’t.” He's panting. Peter's lips ghosted over your bare skin, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses. 

In this game, your birth control and five year relationship didn't exist. 

No. In this game you were wide-eyed and innocent. In this game, both your heads were clouded with lust, longing threatening to overtake common sense. 

“Maybe,” His voice is soft, addictive. “Maybe I-we-just the tip?” 

You throw your head back when the head of his cock makes contact with your clit. Desire racked through your body, fingers creating crescent shaped marks along his back as you searched for something, anything to ground you amidst the pleasure haze that was clouding your judgment. 

Part of you wanted to break character so he would fuck you sooner. 

But where was the fun in that?

“But we-fuck- we don’t have a condom?” A box of condoms was currently stashed away in your nightstand. You had been on birth control for years. There was no concern.

Again, not in this game. 

With your wide, doe-like eyes, sweet voice, and withering body, Peter was truly surprised he hadn’t come already. 

But where was the fun in that? That didn’t allow him to play, to take off the friendly neighborhood hero mask and act out his deepest desires. 

His head dropped down to your chest, his thin pink lips quickly latching on to one of your breasts. Your back arched in pleasure, hands grabbing Peter’s soft chestnut locks upon feeling the scrape of his teeth. His hips continue to thrust forward, reminding you of what was within reach. 

“I know, forgot to bring some. It would just-just be the tip,” He sounds like he just ran a marathon. You’re so warm and wet. Everytime the plush head of his cock nudges against your clit, he can feel your walls clenching, trying to catch him, enticing him in. 

“Peter,” the way you moan his name is sweeter than any song he’s heard, “We-no. Peter, don’t.”

He’s already grabbed the backs of your thighs, hitching them up to your chest. Now he has the picture view of his cock sliding through your slicked folds. You have the prettiest cunt Peter’s ever seen and God, does he want to use it.

Your hips twitch as he nudges his cock towards your all too welcoming entrance, entranced by how your walls eagerly suck him in. Eyes roll to the back of your head upon feeling the head of his cock begin to stretch you, nearly forgetting your role in all this. 

“W-wait!” You try to prop yourself up, try to jerk your hips away. 

But Peter is stronger. It drives you crazy, his strength. His hands grasp your shoulders, pushing you back down onto the mattress. 

“It’s okay bug. Just the tip, remember?” The ambered irises are blown out with lust. Combined with the downright wicked smirk adorning his handsome face, he looks more devilish than heroic. 

It thrills you. No one else sees this side of him, only you. Only you does he feel comfortable enough to indulge in these desires. 

For a few moments, it's only the tip, sliding in and out of your tight walls. 

Sometimes he’ll dive right in, other times he'll drag it out, as if Peter is truly at war with his morals when it comes to your sweet cunt. 

“Just….just the tip,” he whispers, as though he’s trying to convince himself, trying to convince you. 

The outcome is clear, but you still nod your head. “Just the tip,” you agree. 

“So…fucking tight,” He watches where you two connect in awe, lips parted, “So warm. God…feel fuckin’ incredible.” 

The praise leaves goosebumps on your skin, almost distracting enough to not notice that Peter has been slowly pushing his cock in more and more with each passing moment. Your body betrays you, hips jerking upwards in a desperate, near pathetic attempt to get more of his cock. 

Sometimes the game is hard to keep up with. There have been times where you both forfeit, craving each other far too much to continue. 

If Peter noticed you breaking character, he didn’t acknowledge it. He’s too mesmerized by the way your cunt eagerly welcomes him. 

“Fuck, baby, m’sorry, it’s-you feel s’good.” His speech is slurred, drunk off your body. Before you can react, he thrusts forward, filling you to the brim. 

Finally. 

“Pete-no! We can’t!” You plead, despite your body enthusiastically welcoming the intrusion, “You said-ah! You said the-the tip!”

His cock twitches at your words, at the feigned concern in your voice. His lips ghost over your face, hips increasing the speed of their thrusts. 

“I know, I know,” it’s almost convincing, that he truly feels bad for this, for giving in to lust. As if neither of you wanted it. 

He picks up his pace, shushing your fake protests. His cock feels incredible, so full. No matter how much prep beforehand, the sheer size of Peter is still an adjustment. 

“You'll- you’ll pull out, right?” You gasp, eyes meeting his. 

“‘Course bug,” He chuckles. 

He won't. But it's the false promises that keep you going.

“As-ah- as long as you pull out, it's okay, right?” You're committed to the role of the naive girlfriend, Peter will give you that. The concern in your eyes is incredibly convincing. 

Sometimes he's so caught up in the euphoria of you that he forgets to play along. All he has to do is look you in the eyes to remember his role. 

“Yeah, it's okay. God, feels incredible. Your pussy.” He hitched your legs further up until they were nearly resting on his shoulders. The change in angle allowed him to thrust deeper, reaching the spot that made you see stars. 

Bliss quickly overcame you, causing you to focus less on the game and more on the coil that was currently winding up in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“God, you're clenching me. Can barely pull out.” His pressed his lips against yours, capturing them in a messy kiss. 

You shake your head, “Y-you should. Peter!”

But Peter continues, relishing in how tight you're gripping him. It's addictive. 

“Everytime I try to pull out, your little cunt sucks me back in. Think she wants me to stay.” His words elicit a downright desperate whimper from you. 

“How’s this? I'll stay ‘till ya cum.” His composure was incredible, his voice so soft you almost believed him. 

Almost. 

Weakly, you nodded as Peter’s perfidious promise promptly pershing into the periphery of your mind. Who could express you to focus, when his nimble fingers were toying with your clit? 

Your pleas to stop fade away, occasionally a feeble no falling from your lips. His massive hands were all over you, kneading at your soft skin, sure to leave bruises. 

It's one of the best things to Peter, waking up and admiring the work he did on your body from the night before. 

But for now, he could enjoy another favorite-you. It was cute, nearly adorable how your legs shook, your hips jerking upwards, desperate to get more despite already being full of him. The pathetic whimpers that fell from your lips, unable to form anything coherent. With each thrust, your breasts bounced against your chest. 

It was picturesque. Peter wished he could grab his camera to immortalize this moment, but that would break the illusion. 

So instead, his fingers skim your soft skin, tracing over your plush curves, downward until he reaches his desired location. 

After all, he promised he'd pull out once you cum. So why not help? 

His fingers on your clit felt like lightning, sending a crack of electricity up your spine. It's euphoric, you can't even bother to play along, hands gripping the strands of his hair tightly as the bedroom is quickly filled with your moans. 

When you finally get pushed over the pleasurable edge, it’s loud. There are no whines or pleads for Peter to pull out. Only raucous moans that fill the bedroom, combining with the erotic sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

“Shit, feel s’good. S’fuckin tight,” He pants, “Babe-baby. You feel s’good. Don’t know if I can pull out.”

His words jolt you out of the lavender haze, reminding you of the part you were still playing. 

“N-No. You can’t!” 

Peter nods his head, though he’s not agree with you, “M’sorry,feel s’good.”

You try to sit up, to put up a fight. But just as you do, you’re pushed back down, your hands above your head, enclasped with Peter’s. His body covers you like a warm weighted blanket, the kind where it’s so soft and deceptively confining, you can’t get up even if you wanted to. The spicy scent of cinnamon that always lingers on his body floods your nostrils, his mouth swallowing your pleas to stop as his hips erratically slam into yours. 

It was blissful. You were enraptured by Peter, by his body, roleplay be damned. Your legs wrapped themselves around his lithe waist, pulling him closer. 

Peter reaching his own high triggers yours again, walls clamping tightly down on his cock as he floods you with his warm. 

“Baby, m’s’sorry, feels too good,” it's then you register he's still rutting his hips against yours. 

Well this is a new move. Usually the game ended at this point. 

The chance to prolong, to try something new was thrilling. 

So you shook your head. “Peter!” Your moan contained more desire than it did distress, “N-no, you need-oh- pull out!” 

But Peter just grunts. It's so animalistic, your thighs clench at the sound. His refractory period was much shorter than anyone else you had been with, no doubt thanks to a radioactive spider bite. 

Now sensitivity is surging through your body, pain and pleasure mixing together. He's hitting the spot that makes you see stars, the spot you didn't think existed until you met Peter. 

It's getting harder to stay in character. But as long as Peter is trying, so will you. 

“Y-you promised you'd pull out!” 

“I know,” he groans in your ear, “Shouldn't have such a fucking tight cunt then. Don't know how ya expect me to pull out.” 

His teeth sink down into your throat, earning a sharp gasp. 

“God, your cunt,” the scruff of his beard scratches against your skin, “Think you want me to cum in ya again.” 

You shook your head, “No! Please!” Fingers claw at his strong back to no avail. He continues with his harsh thrusts, paying no attention to how your mixed arousal was leaking onto the sheets. 

“No- stop!” But that wasn't your safe word. 

He could tell you were already close, your moans increasing in pitch, how your walls were clinging to his cock. 

You just needed a little help getting there. 

“Gonna cum in ya again. It might just take this time. Is that what you want? For me to fuck a baby in ya?” 

The illusion of your feigned innocence shatters, his words igniting a flame in you that can't be fanned out. 

You're now wailing, nodding enthusiastically at Peter's words. Fingers which were once clawing at him now grip his shoulders. Instead of jerking away, your hips move upwards. 

“Y-yes! Want it to take s’bad! Please fill me up!” 

Your voice was nearly unrecognizable; whiny and desperate. It only spurs him on, his cock thrusting into you at a near bruising pace. 

Peter's next high is with your’s, hips stuttering as he fills you once more. He knows he could go again, but everyone needs a break, an intermission before the next act. 

The next few moments, you two are speechless. The only audible sounds are that of heavy breathing and the overhead ceiling fan.

“Well, that was fun,” you chuckled, running your fingers absentmindedly through his hair. 

Peter finally made eye contact with you. His eyes are dark, almost black with lust. The grin on his face is downright wolfish. 

“Oh sweetheart, I'm far from done with you.” 

You were in for a long night. 

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Ahhh

Day 20: Fear Play - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You woke up to darkness, your phone was missing, and all you could was silence echoing around the house, but you knew you weren’t alone.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), threesome (f/m/m), discussion of safe words/consent before, fear play, chasing, uniform kink, manhandling, spanking, begging, restrained/held down, rough sex, pain/pleasure, size kink, degradation, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), possessive, breathplay, cockwarming, aftercare

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“Are you sure about this? I really don’t think you’re going to enjoy it. I mean, Doll, you cried watching Scream. Do you think you’ll be able to cope with something like this?”

You refrained from rolling your eyes at the blatant mocking from Bucky, who was currently sitting on the coffee table with your feet in his lap, his fingers massaging the soles and earning a deep groan to pour from your mouth as you’d been in stilettos for so long today that your feet ached terribly. Your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder, whose lap you were currently sitting in, his arms wrapped around your middle to keep you close.

“Well, Buckaroo, we won’t know until I try it now, will I? Anyway, it was Scream that gave me the idea”, you explain with your eyes closed, enjoying the massage thoroughly. Steve and Bucky share an unsure look, knowing just how sensitive you are. However, with your eyes closed, you didn’t notice and continued trying to convince them, “I’ll use my safe words if I’m not enjoying it, but please, can we just try it?”

Steve's hold tightens for a moment as you melt further into the embrace, “We’ll try it, but if you hate it, I do need you to communicate clearly with us, especially something that could potentially become triggering. If you are sure you would like us all to do this, then I'm happy if you are”.

Turning your face so you can kiss his cheek, you smile and say, “Thank you, I definitely want to try it. However, if Bucky keeps massaging my feet like that, I'm going to fall asleep before anything even happens”.

You groan in pleasure as he massages deeper, smiling at the reaction he is getting. “Don't fight it, hot mama, get some sleep. We’ve had a long day, so get some rest”.

You don't need to be told twice as you snuggle into Steve whilst wiggling your toes for Bucky to continue, which he happily did, wanting to satisfy his best girl.

Some naps, you awake feeling like a new person, rejuvenated and ready to live the best of the day. Other times, naps were more detrimental, leaving you feeling disorientated and confused, not knowing the time of the day. You'd had the latter versions on naps, waking up in a different room from where you'd fallen asleep.

It took a couple of minutes of mumbling and groaning, stretching your muscles, to figure out that you were in your large bed, but most importantly, naked and alone in the darkness.

“Steve? Bucky?” you shouted into the darkness whilst fumbling around for your phone, but there was nothing, so rolling over, you clicked the bedside lamp on. However, it didn’t turn on as you remained in darkness, so you stood, holding the thin sheet to your body to try and keep out the chill, and stumbled to the light switch, flicking it a few times and then sighing in frustration when it didn't turn in.

A deep chill cursed through your body as your back pushed against the wall, looking around the room more thoroughly, whichh was only slightly illuminated by the security lights that seeped through the gaps in the blinds. The shadows around the furniture seemed to look more threatening than ever before as you realised that the electricity was not working and the house was haunting silently. All you could hear was the thumping of your panicking heartbeat in your ears as you tried to take a moment to process everything that was going on.

You were naked, with only a sheet to cover your modesty, your phone was missing, the electricity wasn't working, and Steve and Bucky were not answering your calls as you were seemingly home alone. Taking a deep breath to steady your increasing nerves, your grip on the sheet tightened as you tried to come up with reasonable answers for what was happening.

The conversation with your boyfriends was the first thing to come to mind, and maybe they were planning the surprise now. However, when you mentioned the topic of fear play, you'd expected it to be like running away from them in the middle of the woods or a jump scare whilst out in an expensive club, as you role-played not knowing them.

Releasing the tension in your shoulders with a long breath, you decided this was probably the most reasonable excuse for your predicament. As you stepped forward, another dark thought cast through your mind. What if it wasn't them? What if they’d been called away as you were sleeping, and they didn't want to wake you, and now you were being targeted? There were many dangers to relationships with mafia gang members, specifically the boss and his partner. The house was thoroughly guarded, and security surrounded the building 24 hours a day, but the enemy was cruel and had broken the three of you more times than you'd like even to begin counting.

It then dawned on you: why would they strip you naked and put you into bed? Wouldn't they have just killed you if it was the enemy?

Finally, you decided this was probably Steve and Bucky’s doing, and they were planning whatever was for your fantasy. This did little to ease the tension for you now as you realised who you were asking. They were both trained in the army, and Bucky, additionally as an assassin, had been experimented on and given specific abilities to heighten every part of their body, including hearing.  They had so many more advantages at that moment than you; if you moved even an inch, they would surely hear it even from a room away. Not even to mention the years they’d had as dangerous mafia gang members, all the experience they’d had stalking their victims, you were unsure of the tactic they had planned.

Your heart was beating harder as the adrenaline began to spike throughout your body. It was hard to decide what to do next. Do you stand there and wait for them to find you with no exit route, as your bedroom was on the second floor? Or do you try to tiptoe through the house, preferably somewhere downstairs, where you could find some weapons of some sort, including that it wasn’t actually Steve or Bucky?

Deciding the latter, with as much grace as possible, you slowly walked through the upper part of your house. Even the sound of the sheet dragging on the floor made you cringe with its volume, so you gathered the excess material into your arms to increase your stealth. There was nothing you could do to dampen the noise of the stairs creaking as you descended them one at a time. Each breath was slow to try not to inform whoever was in your home as to where you were, but you were sure they could easily find you by listening for how loudly your heart was hammering against your rib cage.

You were now faced with your next decision. To leave out of the front door or find a weapon in the kitchen and potentially leave through the back door. Deciding the front door, you rushed over and then bit back a cry as the handle wouldn’t turn; it was thoroughly jammed. Trying to regain composure, you didn’t stop walking until you were in the kitchen, which had never seemed so frightening in the darkness.

Walking with muscle memory, you crept around the kitchen island to the drawers that stored the knives. Except when you opened it, you were greeted with an empty draw; in fact, there were no utensils, plates, pans, nothing whatsoever in any of the cupboards, as if someone had prepared for you to go and try and find a weapon to defend yourself.

As you’d decided to abort your plan for a weapon and try to escape out of the front door, was the exact moment a gloved hand pressed over your mouth, silencing your scream.

“We can do this the hard way or the extremely hard way”, a muffled voice spoke from behind as you were abruptly pulled back against a solid body with a metal arm around your waist. You knew it was Bucky, even from the smell of his aftershave that lingered beneath the overwhelming scent of leather and tactical gear. Even with the confirmation that it was your boyfriend behind the nakedness, disappearing phones and no lights, this did nothing to calm the fear tumbling through your stomach as you continued to tremble and attempt to pull away from your captor.

In doing so, the sheet slipped out of your grip, pooling to your feet, revealing your utterly nude body. You shivered at the chill and exposure. The indifference to the situation deepened as usually, Bucky’s body would thoroughly warm yours, especially if he had an arm around you. However, whatever he wore seemed to contain all his heat. The ex-assassin towered over your body, firmly pressing his body against your back so that you could feel rugged buckles indented into your skin. You’d never seen him in this uniform before or even with a face mask covering half of his face, muffling his voice.

You could feel him leering over your shoulder, and even though he was someone you trusted more than anyone in the entire world, the persona he was currently playing was more deadly than anything you’d ever seen before. The name flashed through your mind like an alarm bell. You’d never know Bucky through those dark days when he was the enemy’s weapon, but you’d been there for the nightmares, the mind breaks that had him fearing to be near you in case he had a momentary lapse in his judgement. The Winter Solider was a dangerous part of Bucky’s past, and it seemed that he was adorning the attire to strike fear through your heart.

The arm crushing around your waist tightened as he looked down at your now naked body, as you attempted to both cover yourself and wiggle free from the hold. “Well, that makes it easier. My pretty little lamb, oh, the things I’m going to do to you”, he drawled as his metal thumb pressed into the flesh of your hip. 

His words had the desired effect you’d been hoping for. Unfathomable fear, laced with cunt soaking arousal, pulses through you so deeply that your knees shook as your thighs clenched tightly together.

Bucky noticed, his arm squeezing even tighter until you were gasping and slapping the unmoveable limb. Before you could comprehend the next move, you were screaming from being manhandled, your feet leaving the safety of the floor as the Winter Soldier lifted you, turning on the spot and roughly pushing you against the kitchen island. The coldness of the marble countertop was nearly overwhelming against your soft skin. You attempted to move off the surface, kicking your legs to get free, but the man behind you seemed to be everywhere, holding your arms down and stepping between your legs, spreading them further so he could use his hips and weight to keep you still.

“No point trying to run, little lamb; you’re all mine to use as I see fit”. His voice was monotone, almost lifeless, which helped you to fall further into the narrative of fear. Wiggling your hips to try to loosen his hold, it only made him hold you tighter until you cried out.

“Le-Let go of me, please!” you begged as you tried to look over your shoulder at him, but all you could see was a dark outline.

A sharp swat with his palm to your arse cheek shut you up quickly, “Such a pathetic little thing, begging like that. Don’t worry though, little lamb, you’ll be begging alright when we both have our turn”.

Through all the struggle, you’d momentarily forgotten about Steve, who had yet to join the scenario and like any other time that you thought of your blonde boyfriend, your cunt clenched automatically. “Giving up already?” the Soldier interrupted your dirty thoughts, “I thought you’d have more fight than this, but that’s fine with me; it makes this all so much easier”. He ground his hips harder against yours so that his covered crotch roughly scrapped against your pussy.

You were plunged back into the fear, trying to go through your memories of whenever Bucky or Steve had tried to train you with self-defence to get out of these similar situations, but it was difficult when they would anticipate your next move. With your hell, you violently kicked down, aiming mindlessly. At the same time, you turned towards his flesh arm that was still holding down your wrist. Simultaneously, you managed to bite his gloved hand and kick his kneecap, which caused a grunt of pain and his weight to fall back for a split second, which was all the time you needed to roll off the counter and run.

Run like your life depended on it. The front door was still jammed, so you decided hiding was the next best option as you began to climb the stairs two at a time. All for your ankle to be grabbed by a metal hand, causing your body to tumble onto the carpeted stairs, which thankfully wasn’t too painful on a fall.

Not that you cared about this as you let out an almighty scream that echoed around the eerily quiet house as Bucky roughly grabbed you, having been right behind you the entire time, needing more than just a simple bite and quick kick to hurt.

“That wasn’t very nice, looks like the little lamb needs a lesson on how to play nicely with others”. Bucky managed to twist both of your arms behind your back, keeping them locked together in his metal hand, and the other began to play with the buckle of his uniform, his big thighs forcefully pushing yours apart.

Even though the carpet had softened your fall, it rubbed roughly against your soft skin as you were once more manhandled. Your face, chest, hips and knees burned from the friction as Bucky knelt behind you on the stairs.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or the act of the roughness that was turning you on so much, but it was verging on embarrassing how wet you could feel yourself becoming as the Soldier freed his cock.

“Got a lovely present for you, little lamb, and you’re going to take every. Single. Inch of it”. With each emphasis of his words, the thick tip of his cock pushed against your entrance, spreading it open until it burned from adjusting to his girth. In this position, he felt impossibly big as your body reacted with heat and entire body shivers, saliva filling your mouth as you let out pathetic screams.

“It’s too big; it’s not going to fit!” your bottom lip quivered as your eyes shut, breathing slowly as he kept going until fully penetrated.

“It’s a good thing I made it fit”, he mocked into your ear, the material of his mask pushing into your cheek. Bucky fucked you hard, without restraint, so your entire body burned from the carpet and the force of his thrusts.

You’d become lost in his fucking, mind wholly consumed by the cock pressing into your core, the body pushing into you and the hand that began to cover your mouth to quieten your cries.

With the dampened volume, you could now hear the purposefully heavy footsteps from the top of the stairs. It was hard to look up with Bucky pressing into you, but you already knew who it was, even as a pair of combat boots stood on the step above where your head lay.

“How does she feel?” Steve asks Bucky in the tone he only saved for when he was at work. Powerful, full of authority and an inkling of darkness.

“Tight and wet, I think she’s starting to like it, aren’t you, little lamb?” Bucky answers cockily whilst not slowing his fucking, but his hand releases your mouth to grip your jaw firmly, tilting your head back painfully until you are looking up at Steve.

Even though it was difficult to see in the dark, you could identify that Steve was in his own uniform that you’d only seen in pictures. It seemed dark navy blue, with buckles around his waist and a giant white star in the centre of his chest. Like Bucky, this uniform was from his time in the army, usually saved for his undercover missions where he used the alias Captain America.

“You really are a sick thing, aren’t you, getting all tight at seeing your intruders, huh?” Bucky quipped, releasing your embarrassed face as you realised how tightly you’d squeezed his cock.

“Get off me!” you tried to fight out of his hold again, but he held firmly.

“Such a pretty face, be a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think, Cap?” the Soldier admires as a tear leaks down your cheek. Apparently, his eyesight was good enough to notice as he wiped it away, spearing it into the skin.

“It would. Get her up; I want to see just how tight she is. You can have her mouth”, Steve commands, talking as if you weren’t even there, which, for some reason, only turned you on more, even if you were still frightened by the situation.

Ungracefully, Bucky pulls out and wraps his arms around your body, hoisting you up and over his shoulder and descends back down the stairs and into the living room. There, you are dumped onto the couch, bouncing a few times before a different pair of hands forces you onto your knees, turning you until you’re leaning over the back of the furniture.

There, you’re greeted with Bucky’s cock that is still proudly on display. “If you bite me, I promise you, I’ll make your life a misery”, he warns as his hand harshly pulls the back of your head until your lips are pushed against the wet tip of his cock.

You can smell your liquids on him and try to keep your lips sealed for a moment, but then Steve is behind you, holding both hands behind your back like Bucky had been as he, too, began to widen your knees to give himself some room. You tried in vain to get out of his hold, to play the victim character, tears springing to your eyes as a sob wracked through your chest. It mainly was the pumping adrenaline that was making it so easy for your to fall into actress mode, but it only made it feel more real, which in turn wettened your cunt.

As Bucky had already fucked you, Steve didn’t need to take as long slowly filling you up. Instead, he thrust in with one quick movement that took your breath away with how wide you’d been stretched. It also forced your mouth to open in a silent gasp and was the perfect opportunity for Bucky to push his cock into your face.

You gagged instantly as the tip glided to the back of your throat. It was overwhelming initially, but as you relaxed your cries and throat, he could push deeper. Steve and Bucky both sighed in contentment at being in both of your warm, wet holes. This serenity lasted a single second as they both used every ounce of strength and training to fuck your holes.

Every time Steve would fuck in, your body would jolt forward so that your mouth took more of Bucky. It was like an endless sex circle, your body being used thoroughly between the two, their little toy to use however they’d like.

“Maybe we should visit the little lamb more often”, Steve grunted between powerful thrusts that were starting to make you dizzy with how perfectly they grazed your sensitive nerves. “Can’t be leaving a pretty girl like you to be all by your lonesome; someone needs to fill this hole. You’re ours now, do you understand? Ours to fuck, touch and maim whenever we like”.

You couldn’t help it as your body tensed in arousal, throat and cunt pulsing and squeezing like your body naturally wanted to milk their cocks with the way it was reacting. It earned a throaty moan from both of them, their hands squeezing in recognition that they knew you were close to orgasming.

It had almost sneaked up on you, that burning to peak in your abdomen, the tingles shifting through your thighs with each thrust. You’d been secretly enjoying this rough fear play so much that you’d fallen so into being the victim that your body seemed to want to explode to release the tension.

However, when you finally cum, it only earned more teasing from Steve and Bucky, both continuing to use you throughout. “So pathetic, cumming on my cock like that; you must be desperate little lamb”.

They didn’t stop, just held you in that one position as you came again after a few minutes, feeling now tender and sore with overstimulation and yet dribbling from both your mouth and cunt.

Bucky came first, down your throat in thick ropes of cum that you swallowed after some encouragement from him which was to hold his cock in your mouth and pinch your nose until you had no other option but to swallow so that you could breathe.

You slumped over the back of the couch by the time Steve was soaking your cunt, his hips rocking into you with such force that your bones groaned from the impact, but you took it all, even squeezing your walls to help milk him completely.

Your entire body trembled when the lights came back on, causing you to flinch and hide your face in the pillows. Steve was the first to break character, kissing along the back of your shoulder and massaging the areas of your wrists he’d been holding.

“You good?” he asks, carefully working his lips up your neck and to your cheek, kissing away the kisses that had left tracks down your face.

“I’m perfect”, you say, huskier than you’d ever sounded.

Steve chuckled, “Seem’s Bucky did a number on your throat, " he joked as he leaned back, giving you some space for a moment but only to roll the two of you over gently. His cock was still inside you, but you were grateful for this, needing this sort of aftercare where you felt close to him as he held you close to his body.

“Everyone good?” Bucky asks, taking off his mask and sitting beside the two of you. Steve nods as you smile at the brunette who is visually checking over your body for any marks, only noticing the areas that had rubbed against the carpet. “Sorry, I didn’t think about carpet burn. Do these hurt?” he asks whilst looking at the marks.

Shaking your head no, you tried to cuddle further into Steve but found it rather tricky. “This uniform isn’t comfortable whatsoever”, you mumbled against the star on his chest.

“Duly noted”, Steve laughed, kissing your head.

“I mean, I like their look, but maybe keep them in the wardrobe for cuddles. Also, do we need to get new security? Even with the lights off, didn’t they think to check on me with all the screaming?”

Bucky moved closer, his hands-free of the gloves as he stroked up your naked spine. “I warned them not to come knocking whilst the lights were out as we were playing a fun little game”.

You gave him an incredulous expression, “I’m sure they must think we’re crazy”.

Bucky shrugs, showing you his charming grin as he ducks his head to kiss your cheek chastely, “They probably do, but I don’t care, not when I’ve got my little lamb to chase in the dark”.

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Truly Desperate

Summary: When you can’t get off, you go to your enemy on the team for help.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Why did you have the worst luck out of everyone in the world? You had such a great start to your day. Your date had went so well, you invited him back to your room at the Avengers’ Compound. You hadn’t slept with anyone in months. He was so handsome, just your type. Dark, curly hair with light eyes, you were instantly drawn to him when you met him.

Things took a wrong turn as soon as you shut the door behind you. He made himself comfortable on your bed while you went to freshen up. You picked out your favorite black, lacy lingerie set covering it with a silky robe. Then someone pounded on your door loud enough to wake the dead.

“Lady Y/N! Come quickly, I need assistance.” Thor’s voice boomed from the hallway. You apologized to your date, and answered the door. “This better be life threatening.” You whisper, shutting the door behind you. He looks at you sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. “Never mind, I will find someone else...”

You reach behind him, revealing a jar of peanut butter. “What’s this?” You ask, getting madder by the second. “I need help opening this most delicious of treats, and everyone else is gone or asleep.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you do something drastic like choke him.

“You can’t open this?” You point to the small jar in his hands. He shakes his head no. You grab it, twisting the lid. It pops off so easily, you’re sure he didn’t even try. Without a word, you turn around, entering your room again. “I’m so sorry.” You apologize to your date, as he interrupts you. “Was that Thor? He’s my favorite! This is so cool!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll show you why I should be your favorite Avenger.” You quip, pushing him on his back. Loud banging on your door interrupts you once more. You jump up, flinging the door open. “Thor I will shove that jar down your throat if you interrupt me again!” You shout, expecting to see him. Instead you’re met with Loki, smirking as leans against your doorframe. “Always so violent.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have an urgent mission. Stark says you and I are to go immediately.” He looks down at your barely dressed body. “Like what you see, perv?” You smack his arm. Loki is your least favorite on the team. He’s always arguing with you over the smallest stuff. He ruined your birthday this year by hiring geriatric strippers. He ate the last cookie from your favorite bakery without asking. He always insulted your choice on movie night. Tony liked to pair you together so he could laugh about it later. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the one standing here.

You want to scream. Of course, some bad guy is hell bent on destroying the world when you are in desperate need of some dick. “Alright, just let me change before we go.” You turn back towards your room, Loki grabs your wrist. “There’s no time. We must hurry.” You look apologetically at your date who is awe struck from seeing Loki. “It’s okay, I understand.” He says as he walks around the two of you to leave.

You follow Loki to the Helicarrier, cursing under your breath. When you arrive, no one is there to brief you. Usually Tony or Steve will meet you there before your mission to tell you what to expect. You look at Loki confused. “Where’s Tony?” You ask, placing your hand on your silk covered hips. “About that…” Loki starts. “Are you serious? You ruined my date for nothing?” You push passed him, to the doorway to type in the code to leave.

His obscenely large, veiny hand blocks the keypad. You’ve never noticed how long his fingers were until now. What would they feel like inside you? They could probably reach spots that the men you’ve slept with couldn’t reach with their dicks. Where did that come from?! You need to stop thinking about Loki’s hands right now. The guy is an asshole who always torments you. Not to mention, he just cockblocked you.

“I saved you.” Loki tells you, smiling as if you should thank him. “Saved me? Loki, if that guy tried anything, I could’ve kicked his ass faster than I could have called for help.” Loki shakes his head, “He went out with Natasha last week. You saw how excited he looked to be near me, and I am America’s least favorite Avenger. You weren’t special. He was using you.”

You look at him incredulously. “Loki, I don’t need some random man to make me feel special. I just wanted to have meaningless sex with a hot guy.” He finally lets you type in the code, following you out as the doors open. “I could help you with that.” His blue eyes hungrily trace every curve your little robe accentuates.

You laugh, “No offense, but we don’t even like each other.” “Exactly my point, darling. It would be the very definition of meaningless.” You consider his offer. It has been a long time since a man got you off. But, he just sent the one date you had that seemed normal away to protect you. It was so unlike him. “No thanks, I’ll just stick with my vibrator.” You turn around to stick your tongue out at him, before sprinting ahead of him back to your room.

You open your bedside drawer, holding your vibrator in your hand. You were so worked up, you could probably get off from just looking at it. But, you go through the motions anyway. You close your eyes as you dip your hand under your bra to play with one of your nipples. You let your imagination run wild. It’s not you rolling your nipples, but your date. His dark hair fans across your chest as he takes one between his lips.

You pull your panties down, putting the vibrator in place. It whirls to life, as you imagine him kissing down your stomach to between your legs. He gently bites the inside of your thigh. “Loki!” You moan as the man looks up at you. Instead of your date, it’s Loki smirking at you knowingly. You jump, throwing your vibrator across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud. What’s the matter with you? Your date was so hot and you were imagining Loki?

You went to retrieve your toy, turning it back on. It buzzed for a brief second before twirling one last time. Come on! You press all the buttons, hoping for a miracle. It’s no use, you broke it when you threw it. You lay back on your bed, having to resort back to medieval times when women had to use their hands to get off.

You close your eyes again, trying to picture your date. Instead Loki’s hands on the keypad, forever ingrained in your memory, appear. You groan, frustrated beyond belief. If thinking about a coworker was going to help you get off, there were plenty to choose from. You imagine Bucky choking you with his metal arm as you work your fingers, but you feel nothing. Steve on his knees for you - nothing. Bruce fucking you on top of all his paperwork? Nope. Boning Tony midair in the Iron Man suit? Nothing. Sam taking you against the wall - not even a stir. Thor and his hammer - dry as the desert.

You stop, your hand will get a cramp and it will all be for nothing. “I could help you with that.” You imitate Loki in a mocking voice. You pull your panties up, and slip your robe back on. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you out of your room, down the long hallway to Loki’s room.

You knock quickly, hoping he will open the door before someone sees you out here. He opens it, leaving no room between himself and the door. You try to push past him, but he stops you. “What’s this about?” You want to smack the smirk right off his face. You look around the deserted hallway praying Thor was right about everyone being out or asleep.

“Let me in before someone sees us.” You plead, walking into his solid body once more. “My sweet girl, you must be truly desperate to come to me. I thought you were going to be satisfied with your silicone cock. Isn’t that what you said when you left me behind earlier?” You roll your eyes. He really was insufferable.

“It broke.” You motion to his doorway, but he doesn’t budge. “I knew you would give in. You couldn’t stop thinking about me could you? I saw you drooling over my hands back there.” You place a hand on your forehead, letting out the biggest sigh. “Loki, can we please talk inside?” You look around again just to make sure no one was watching. “What’s the rush, little one? We have all night.” You hear one of the doors creak open down the hall, Sam walks towards you with his head down.

He makes eye contact as he gets closer. “Just borrowing a phone charger.” You lie, pulling your revealing robe closed. Sam looks between you and Loki, smiling as the realization hits. “I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit.” He says, laughing as he walks to the elevator. “Loki, let me in. Sam saw us, isn’t that enough?”

“I need you to do one thing for me before I let you come in.” You think about leaving right now, but you’re too horny. You have to get off, and Loki is hot, even though you would never admit that to him. “Beg for it.” “Right here?” You shake your head, he’s unbelievable. You really should leave, but you had heard stories from the people that stayed the night with him. They would come into the kitchen with just fucked hair to make coffee before leaving. You were an early riser, so unfortunately you ran into most of them.

They all gushed about how good he was in bed. You really needed this. So you clasped your hands together, looking him in the eyes as you beg him. “Please Loki, give me that godly Asgardian dick?” You fight the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat as you say the silly words. Satisfied, he finally moves out of the way. You rush inside, sitting on his bed.

“I think we should have rules.” You tell him as he saunters toward you. “Like what? You Midgardians complicate everything, even sex.” “Well I don’t think we should kiss for starters.” You start to pace in front of his bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “We should undress ourselves. And you can’t cum inside me.”

Loki smiles, “Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You laugh at his audacity. “No I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me. Guys get obsessed once they’ve had a taste.” He rolls his eyes at that. “I don’t even like you. Besides, I’ve never been in love in 1,054 years. It won’t happen now.” He starts shedding his clothes as you loosen the tie on your robe. You both pile your clothes together in the floor until there’s nothing left.

“This means nothing.” You stick your pinky out for him to seal the deal with a pinky promise. “Couldn’t agree more.” His finger locks with yours briefly. He picks you up, pinning you against the wall. His head dips as his sharp teeth nip along your neck. Your hands travel the length of his muscular back. All that nonsense in the hall was worth it, even if this was all you got.

Loki continues biting a trail from your collarbone to your jaw, earning a whimper from you. Your legs feel like jelly and he hadn’t really done anything. His skilled hands find your breasts, cupping them as his thumbs roll against your nipples. You gently kiss his chest, feeling his toned stomach against your soft skin. You lick his nipple, causing him to moan against your neck.

He stops to carry you back to his bed, placing you at the top. He follows, crawling between your legs. He shoots you a wicked smile that makes you feel like you’re about to be eaten alive. Loki drags his tongue up your soaked center. The heat of his mouth as his firm, velvet tongue swirls around you sends your head spinning. Silver tongue? More like magic tongue.

Every movement is designed to drive you crazy. Every flick makes your legs shake. His head rocks between your thighs, messy curls shaking as he traces your clit with the tip of his tongue. He strokes you with his talented muscle, working you into a frenzy. Needy moans of his name mix with the wet sound of him drinking you down. His lips suction around your clit, you pull his curls, needing him closer. He whimpers, the vibration from his voice along with the perfect pressure of his lips send you spiraling. He lets you ride out your orgasm, before lining himself up between your legs.

Loki sinks into you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner. It’s like he was made for you. You’re entranced with every thrust. He really does have a godly dick and he was showing you he knows exactly how to use it. One hand caresses your cheek, “Did you think about how my cock would feel inside you while you used your pathetic toy?” You whine as he snaps his hips, hitting deeper.

Your nipples brush against his hard chest, you wrap your legs tighter around him. You love how strong he is, how big he feels compared to you. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. His forehead connects with yours, and he looks down at you trembling with pleasure underneath him. His lips curl in cocky satisfaction. His eyes lock onto yours, watching intensely as he fucks into you. You’re suddenly afraid he’s going to kiss you, so you turn your head.

His mouth latches onto your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, claiming you. You buck your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he stops, flipping you over so that you’re on top. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you up and down on him. The new angle hits spots you didn’t even know you had. You move your hips faster, as he fucks you, matching his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, giving you time to get off of him. You lay on the bed, mouth opened wide as he strokes himself over you. His hot cum lands on your tongue, chin, and breasts. You swallow what lands in your mouth. Loki watches in awe, running a long finger over your chest, gathering a good portion before bringing it to your lips. You swirl your tongue around him, loving the salty, sweet taste of him. He continues the process until you’re mostly clean.

“Would you like to watch a film?” He asks as you use one of his towels to clean what he couldn’t off you. “No, Loki. I don’t even like you.” You state matter of factly, wrapping your silk robe around you before leaving. You run into Thor in the hall, walking fast so he wouldn’t notice you leaving Loki’s room. Loki walks out, greeting Thor. “Do you have what you promised?” Thor asks, watching to make sure you went inside your room. Loki hands him a bag of chocolates, “Thank you, brother for interrupting her date earlier.” Thor rips the bag open, putting six chocolates in his mouth at once. “I hope your interference was worth it.” Thor says between bites. “Indeed, it was.”

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Tension

Summary: Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…

Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+!!!. Dark Miguel. Pining. Increasing sexual tension. Masturbation. Oral sex. Breeding kink. Creampie. Cumplay. Size kink. Fangs. This is very filthy… you’ve been warned.

Words: 3k

In the dark of night your thoughts were your own.

You had absolute freedom to indulge in your desires and quenching that thirst that had been consuming you as of late.

A deep sigh left your left as one hand slid inside your panties, seeking to offer a much needed comfort. Your eyes were glued shut and in the dark of your mind, you had a blank canvas to paint an erotic scenario that would be effective.

His face came up first as the pad of your fingers began circling your swollen clit.

How you wished it could be his long and slender fingers instead.

Red eyes watching you intently as he slowly but surely built up your orgasm.

Wet sounds began to fill your ears as two fingers entered your soaked pussy. A sudden gasp left your parted lips as your mind tried its best to keep the illusion alive.

Your fingers were promptly replaced with his. Back arched and heat quickly spreading across your entire body almost snapped you out of it, but had become quite accustomed to this late night endeavour.

In your mind, Miguel O’hara was a pleaser when it came to intimacy. All his walls would crumble at the prospect of bringing pleasure to his partner.

There was nothing you could do about this.

You craved him more than anything.

More than anyone.

In your mind, he would go for a third finger, just so he could properly prepare you to take all of him.

“Fuck…” you moaned as you pictured him struggling to make it fit.

Your walls clenched around your fingers wishing it would be his cock instead. That bulge left nothing to the imagination. He had to be well endowed.

Soon enough, your mind had you see a flash of his fangs.

Miguel was a predator.

And, in your mind, he would not shy away from baring them as a clear sign of control.

“Miguel…” his name rolled out of your tongue too easily. “Miguel… please…”

Your other hand came to fondle one breast through your shirt wishing it would be him instead.

“Migueeeel, squad 239 is ready for briefing.”

That voice…

Your eyes snapped open as your senses detected someone else in the room. Before you could fully process what was going on, your instincts kicked in and you grabbed your webshooters from the nightstand, ejecting twin strings of solid web at the tall figure in the dark.

Two thin flashes of red and orange tore through air, effectively tearing the webstrings to pieces.

“I’ll be right there.”

You audibly gasped, removing your soaked hand from your underwear.

Miguel O’hara.

You let out a shriek, hurrying yourself to pull the covers up to your neck, preserving some of your modesty… or what was left of it.

Lyla’s hologram turned to face you. “Oh? Are you okay?”

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak any words.

“What did you do to her, Miguel?”

The eyes on his eyes narrowed. “Lyla…”

She ignored him. “Want me to check your vitals?”

“No!” you immediately panicked.

“Lyla,” Miguel’s stern voice was heard again.

The obnoxious assistant appeared next to you in a heartbeat and you were blinded by her orange beam as she scanned you.

“Pupils fully dilated, heart rate at 123 beats per minute, temperature rising, respiratory rate at 20 breaths per minute…” she tapped her chin pensively. “Did you just run a marathon?”

Before you could come up with a ridiculous lie, Miguel intervened. “Lyla, that’s enough. Inform them I’ll be right there.”

She adjusted her pink glasses. “Ooookay!” she chirped before disappearing.

Miguel was fully covered in his suit, his mask hiding whatever thoughts he might have on what he had just witnessed.

It felt like hours as he stood there in silence, facing you.

Fuck.

He had definitely heard you…

“Miguel…”

You thought you saw him take a step towards you, but maybe your vision was betraying you as he turned around instead, and jumped through the open window.

Flashes of his red webbing tore through the night sky like lightning.

Your travel watch suddenly beeped on your wrist, alerting you to catch some sleep.

Out of sheer frustration you ripped it off and threw it across the room with such force that it hit a wall crumbled into pieces.

“You look absolutely terrible, girl.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

Jessica Drew had been a good mentor to you ever since you first joined eight months ago, so you gave her a pass.

The cafeteria was buzzing with the early morning commotion of a few spiders getting some breakfast.

She kept eyeing you with interest. “Rough night?”

“I guess,” you mumbled, before bringing the spider-man themed glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“Because of Miguel?”

You nearly choked on the orange juice, sending a spray across the table that Jess easily avoided.

“W-what?” you stuttered panic came crashing in like a wave. “Miguel?”

Did she know?

She arched an eyebrow. “I mean… he’s been kinda pushy lately, so it adds to the stress.”

Relief poured down on you and you sank into your chair. “Oh, yeah, yeah…”

“I think it’s time he settles, you know?” she carried on, rubbing and staring at her belly with adoration. “Having a family might help him more than he thinks.”

Last night, this topic might have come in handy as a new unlocked fantasy of yours: having Miguel O’hara’s children.

But today, the mention of him at all had your stomach doing somersaults.

“Heeeeey!”

You jumped in your seat and your heart skipped a couple of beats.

“Lyla, you need to stop popping up like that. You’re gonna scare someone to death one day.”

“I do this all the time witn Miguel just to annoy him,” she beamed happily as she started hovering closer to you. “He wants to see you.”

“Speak of the devil…” Jess drawled out with a yawn, taking a bite off an apple.

“Me? Me?” You felt your life drain from your body in that moment.

Lyla nodded. “He can’t get a hold of you through your comlink.”

Oops… the dimensional travel watch that you had smashed to pieces a couple of hours ago.

“Huh… left it at home,” you quickly said. “I think it’s malfunctioning or… something…”

“You should have that fixed soon,” Jessica chimed in.

“Yeah…”

Lyla was staring at you with with an ear-to-ear smile. “Can I tell him you’re on your way?”

“Oh… now?”

“He’s in a terrible mood, so try to be quick.”

Fuck.

“I have stuff to do… can this wait?”

Lyla’s smile didn’t falter. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I were you.”

You felt like throwing up, the events of last night replaying in your head like a broken record. He had surely heard you moan his name multiple times. It was obvious he was now ready to confront you about it and probably send you back home never to return.

“Fine…” you mumbled in defeat.

You parted ways with Jessica and started making your way though the busy streets to reach HQ.

As you landed swiftly onto a nearby bridge that led to the elevator, you threw a look a the tall building in front of you, dreading going inside.

“I’m sorry!” you automatically said as you bumped into someone.

“You look awful,” came Hobie’s voice from behind you.

You waved your hand dismissively, keeping your pace, but Gwen suddenly showed up at your side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” You tried your best to sound convincing with a forced smile.

Hobie was now in front of you, hands shoved in pockets, guitar hanging from his back and inquisitive eyes on you. “Bad mission?”

“Nah,” you sighed as you entered the elevator nearby that would lead you straight to HQ and your early demise. “Just on my way to see Miguel.”

Gwen offered you an understanding look while Hobie merely shrugged. “Yeah, that explains it. Terrible aura that bloke has.”

You pushed the button that would bring you to the top floor and as the doors were sliding shut you saw Hobie saluting you. “Give him hell, kid!”

Easier said than done, but you were thankful for the brief distraction and gave him a heartfelt smile.

You stepped out and into the long corridor that led to his chamber.

By the time you reached the entrance, Miguel’s platform had already began descending.

In its usual torturing pace.

“Hi, Miguel!” you waved enthusiastically as if you weren’t about to go through the humiliation of your life. “Sleep well?”

You cringed at the ridiculous attempt at small talk.

Deafening silence filled the room until the platform had finally come to a stop.

He turned to face you as the multiple screens behind him flashed with different images and text.

“You look… tense,” you added as he stepped down in your direction.

“This is about last night,” he started, red eyes fixed on yours.

Fuck. This was it. You were backed into a corner. There was no way out now.

“Miguel… I can expl—”

“Where are your mission logs?” he quickly cut you off.

Your eyes widened . “What?”

He now had a finger pointed at you, his face drawing near. “You were supposed to register the logs of your mission with Pavitr last night, remember?”

Oh.

“We came in late and…” you were rubbing the back of your head and chuckling throughout in a miserable attempt to lighten the mood. “You know! Headed back to my place and… huh…” your words faltered momentarily. “… I-I… got distracted.”

“Clearly.”

Your heart clenched at his remark.

Miguel kept eyeing you as if expecting you to go on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to work through the humiliation of having the subject of your innermost desires confronting you about it.

Just as you were about to change the topic, he quickly turned his broad back to you, bringing his hands to move files around in front of him, archiving some and swiping through otheres.

You managed to catch a quick glimpse of a few ones of his daughter that he promptly closed.

“You need to start taking this seriously,” he went on, pulling out footage from all around Nueva York. “Where’s your travel watch?”

At this point, you started to wonder if he had actually heard anything. Maybe you hadn’t been that loud. Maybe he had arrived just as Lyla’s hologram showed up. Maybe all this worry was for nothing.

“Huh… it’s… not working properly,” you managed to say as your mouth went dry.

“You need that fixed.”

“Yeah, I’ll bring it to tech later today.”

Miguel’s head turned to face you. “I created it. I’ll fix it.”

Panic spread inside you like wildfire. “Oh! No-no! It’s fine. Really. Can’t you just give me a new one?”

In a blink of an eye, he was already facing you again, towering dangerously close. “Do you have it with you?”

You shook your head, too scared to breathe.

“Then let’s go to your apartment.”

“Why?”

His face was so close you felt as if he’d swallow you with his red eyes. “Time is valuable. Don’t waste mine.”

This was definitely an overkill. As grateful as you were that he would personally try to fix your watch, you soon realised you had put your foot in your mouth.

And as the two of you made your way out of HQ and to your place, you couldn’t push away the feeling that something was… off.

Miguel seemed on edge.

Maybe it was just your paranoia, but he seemed tense. Well, more than usual, that is.

The rest of the trip — through immense crouds of various spiders to web-swinging — was done in utmost silence until you reached your destination.

“Lyla?” he called out all of a sudden.

The tiny hologram popped up instantaneously. “Yes, boss?”

“Pause your live updates, unless it’s an emergency.”

“You gotta say the magic word first.”

Miguel growled. “What word?”

She had a devious look on her face as her heart-shapped glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.

He sighed. “Please.”

Lyla snapped her fingers with a smile. “Not so hard, was it?”

The hologram vanished just as you were about to unlock the front door with the fingerprint scanner. You walked in first, grateful that you had left the apartment in a presentable state, safe for a few books and shirts scattered all around.

Miguel just stood there.

“Hmm… I’ll go get… it…”

You hurried inside your bedroom, trying to pick all the tiny pieces of the deceased watch that lay on the carpet.

Having Miguel here would have been a delight under much different circumstances, but now you just wished a hole in the ground would swallow you whole.

He was still standing where you’d left it and when you handed him the object, you saw a frown settle on his face. “No wonder it’s not working. What happened?”

“Oh! Yeah! I stepped on it… accidentally!” you quickly added with a chuckle, embarrassed pooling inside you.

“Can I sit down?” he asked point at the couch.

“Of course! Mi casa es tu casa!”

You mentally slapped yourself at the abhorrent accent and winced at Miguel’s unimpressed expresssion.

“How often does it happen?”

That threw you for a loop. “Huh… it was the first time, actually.”

“Are you sure?”

What?

You blinked a couple of times, waiting for him to clarify.

Something dark flashed across his eyes. “Was it the first time you touched yourself thinking about me?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the words that had just left his mouth, and you jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

On Miguel’s end, he seemed unbothered, returning his attention to the object in his hands.

“I… huh… you… you heard that…”

It wasn’t a question. You already had the answer, but he had completely caught you off guard.

“You were being particularly loud.”

Heat rushed to your face and you felt absolutely mortified. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you were there…”

He shrugged. “I had come by to check in on you after your mission,” he informed, tinkering with some screws. “You had your window open.”

Ah… yes… spiders and windows. Why knock on doors when you can simply swing inside?

But something wasn’t adding up. “Why… would you check on me? Pavitr delivered the report, right?”

Miguel stood up at once and flashed in front of you. “I’ve been watching you lately.”

You swallowed. “What… what do you mean?”

He backed you against the wall behind you and you vaguely wondered if this was some sort of test. Maybe a joke?

“Playing innocent, now?”

He was not making any sense at all. “Miguel… what…”

“I know how you feel about me,” he said in a whisper. “I’m quite good at reading people and their intentions.”

You wanted to disappear right there and then.

“Last night… I took a detour and decided to remind you to be a good girl and do upload your mission logs, but…” he paused, eyes landing on your lips. “I was presented with something that stirred something in me instead.”

You could feel his body nearly touching yours, heart racing at an alarming rate and the urge to arch into him.

“You were so lucky I had to brief that squad…” he went on, lips ghosting your cheek. “I would have ravaged you right there.”

Your knees almost gave up under you. “Miguel… I..”

“What? Do you think it was easy to turn away from that sight? You were so wet I could nearly taste it.”

And just like that, your clit started throbbing and your eyes fluttered shut.

All reason abandoned your mind. Logic would have told you to go slow and easy, but your primal instinct spoke louder.

“Then why didn’t you come back later?” you whispered into his lips, whishing he’d take yours at once.

“I would have broken you.”

Your eyes shot open.

Now you knew why he seemed off.

It wasn’t tension from the overload of work. He wasn’t on edge, because protecting the multiverse was taking a toll on him.

“You’re so willing… so responsive to my touch,” he said, planting the faintest kiss to your lips before breaking it. “Last night I felt an overwhelming need to breed you.”

You vaguely remembered Jessica’s words earlier on.

“So, tell me… what were you thinking about last night?”

“You…”

Miguel pressed his lower half against yours, making you fully unware of how much he wanted you. “Be specific,” he snarled.

Your clit was throbbing so painfully, you considered rubbing yourself on him for some added friction.

You did want to tell him all about your fantasies. How you have been craving him for months. How you’d have wet dreams time and time again. How you’d make up excuses to visit him at HQ. How you wished you could be his.

But no words came out.

“How many fingers were inside you?”

“Two…”

He started rolling his hips slowly, providing much needed satisfaction to your swollen clit. “Can you take more?”

You buncked into his impressive erection, knowing fully well why he wanted to know.

“One more…”

And then Miguel O’hara growled.

He had one hand loosely wrapped around your neck as he finally captured your lips with his. You had been experienced many types of kisses before. Soft, needy, sloppy, hurried… but you had never once experienced this level of hunger.

You let him deep the kiss with his tongue and felt yours brush along his sharp fangs.

He kept you in place with one hand when you heard and felt the sound of fabric being torn. You immediately tensed up, but Miguel reassured you by breaking the kiss to stare down the length of your exposed front, your spider suit now ruined.

The cool air hardened your exposed nipples and you saw more hunger in his eyes.

“I want to breed you.”

You arched your back, offering more of yourself to him, sure that this was just wordplay coming from him to spice things up.

Conveniently enough, Miguel had the ability to make his suit disappear at free will, eliminating the process of having to undress. The moment your eyes landed on him again, he was fully naked and you were left speechless.

He looked so inviting… from his toned torso all the way down to his thick cock pressed between you two, beads of precum sliding down the tip.

“It’s too big…” you mumbled as it dawned on you how much bigger than you he was… in every sense of the word.

Miguel pressed you against the wall, lifted one of your legs to wrap around his waist and allowed his cock to freely slide along your wet folds.

The hand on your neck tightened lightly. “Miguel… it won’t fit…”

“It will.”

You shuddered from the delicious friction against your clit and felt a gush of wetness drip from your pussy. Your body was trying its best to get ready to accommodate him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough.

He kissed your jawline before sliding down to your shoulder and then you felt his sharp fangs teasing your skin.

“I heard that you can paralise someone with a bite…” you moaned as wet sounds filled your ears.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he chuckled as he applied some pressure teasingly. “I won’t do that to you… for now.”

He removed your leg from around him and brought one hand down to his cock. “Grab it.”

You did as you were told, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock being completely soaked. He set the pace by wrapping his own fingers on top of yours.

“Just like that…” he hissed, baring his set of fangs. “Tighter…”

You did try, but he was too thick to do that properly. Your eyes were glued to the sight of more and more beads of precum sliding down his knuckles. He was deliciously ready to take you.

“If you’re any tighter than this, I won’t last…” he mumbled, biting his lower lip until it drew blood.

He was driving you over the edge with his words and you weren’t sure you’d be able to withstand so much stimulation all at once.

You gave his cock a few more pumps before he hauled you into his arms with little no effort.

“Hey!”

“I want to taste you,” was his response as he lowered you on the couch. “Eyes on me.”

He parted your legs and settled between them, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, giving you goosebumps. Your back arched again as he tore through the rest of your suit with his retractable claws.

“Look.”

Your eyes landed exactly on what he wanted you to see: your clit was so swollen it was nearly peeking through your folds.

“So pretty…”

His tongue glided along your folds, parting them gently before he started sucking on your clit. You immediately jerked reflexively into him and fell flat on your back, not able to hold back your moans.

Every fantasy and wet dream you had had of this man could never come close to the real deal.

“Miguel…”

He groaned into you, the vibration making you buck your hips, yearning for more.

And be provided. He started with one finger slinding inside your pussy, but soon added a second one.

As he let go of your clit you promted yourseld on your elbows to revel at the sigh of Miguel O’hara having your juices running down his chin.

“Think you can take another one?”

You pouted.

“Please don’t do that… I’ll fill you up with my cock right now if you give me that look again…”

You rode his two fingers slowly, enjoying the stretch, but feeling more and more emboldened by the ego boost he was giving you.

“Miguel…” you moaned, eyes fixed on his. “I… think I’m ovulating.”

Honestly, you had no idea. It wasn’t something you bothered keeping track, but you figured he might enjoy it if you joined his game.

But, as they say, be careful with what you wish for…

He mumbled a string if curses in Spanish, immediately removing his fingers from inside you and flipping you onto your stomach.

“Why would you say that…”

You saw his face from the corner of your eye. He looked utterly unhinged.

“I thought you might want me to play along…”

Miguel placed his hand on your hips and had you arch your back to him, giving him better access to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” He growled and you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “I really, really want to breed you.”

Your eyes widened. “Miguel?”

“You’re perfect,” he said. “I want you to carry my child.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing and he seized the opportunity to slide the tip inside, earning a muffled cry from you. You had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming at the overwhelming sensation.

“Stop clenching…” pleaded, gripping your hips tighter. “You have to relax… or…”

Miguel bucked his hips and you felt more of his cock stretching you and you couldn’t help but to clench tightly from the pain.

“Miguel… it’s too much… please,” you cried out, squirming under him.

He let out a guttural groan. “You have to stop clenching…” he said. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded and tried your best to relax.

“Good girl…” he praised you, rubbing your hips gently with his thumbs. “Almost there… look at me.”

You did so.

“Bite down on that pillow.”

Your eyes widened.

“No, no! Don’t clench or I’ll cum… I won’t last longer if you keep doing this,” he seemed desperate at this point.

But you did as he had asked and he took the opportunity to bottom out, letting out an animalistic growl.

Just as your were getting adjusted to his size, Miguel began to set a rhythm that would leave you gasping for air and gripping the fabric of your couch with such force you feared you might pull something.

You suddenly felt two fingers rolling your clit in between, which had you arching your back even deeper, craving more and more.

“I need you to cum first…” he was panting heavily now and you figured it was taking all of his will-power to not blow his load right there and then.

He rubbed your clit in unison with his thrusts and the familiar coil started to grow in your lower abdomen.

“Miguel…. Miguel….” you moaned in between gasps as you reached the point of no return.

By the time you had reached the edge and were hit with an overwhelming wave of orgasm, you noticed he had pulled out, leaving your to clench around nothing and being sent into your peak with just his fingers on your clit.

“Put it back!” you protested, backing into him and nearly crying from the loss of friction. “Fuck you!”

“Go on… that’s it… ride it out,” he said, having to steady your hips with one hand.

Your legs started spasming uncontrollably and then you felt him shove his cock in one go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” you moaned.

Miguel was too far gone and it was obvious he had wanted you to reach your orgasm first so he could feel those rhythmic contractions.

That was what brought him over the edge.

You were now coming out of that haze of unmatched pleasure when he bottomed out once more and spilled inside you.

Miguel was gripped the back of your couch and you saw and heard his claws digging into it as he pumped more and more cum. His growl of pleasure echoed across your apartment and you wondered how many of your fellow spider neighbors had been able to hear it.

You felt broken… exhausted… read to go to sleep and never wake up.

Your breathing was erratic and your heart drummed loudly in your ears. Miguel pulled out slowly and you collapsed on your side, feeling splurts of his cum pouring out.

“Fuck…” he panted, nearly stumbling back.

Out of curiosity, you reach between your legs and gathered a small amount of his cum in your fingers so you could taste him.

“Do I taste good?” he asked as he shoved the rest of the spilling liquid back inside your pussy.

Your tongue darted out to lick your fingers. “Come find out.”

It didn’t surprise you that Miguel’s stamina insanely high and that he had managed to regain his composure.

He slid to the floor and kneeled in front of you, kissing you and, as you parted your lips, you allowed him to taste himself on you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he grinned, helping you shift on your back. “Now stay still for a couple of minutes.”

“Why?” you mumbled, finally able to get your breath under control.

Miguel O’hara had his suit on once again. “Did you actually think I didn’t mean what I said?”

His mask now covered his face as he leaned to plant a kiss to your forehead through the fabric. “You are going to bear my child.”

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I'm working on blood again if you want to be tagged let me know

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I just freaking found out that Steve doesn't live in locnora like how I thought he did he lives on the opposite side of town next to the byers.

I always thought that locnora was just near the byers house

Map for proof

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Ink - Eddie Munson S1 E1

Masterlist | Epilogue | Characters

Welcome to Season 1 I will no longer put warnings or summaries just straight into story. If you don't like smut and angst this fic isn't for you 👍

This starts the Friday before the Sunday Will disappears and Ava's tattoo has healed.

And remember that Ava has dark skin so prepare for raciest names not including the n word. It might not be the most accurate because I am paler then a saltine cracker and I wish I made that up. Also I'm not fetashiesing the black body I just thought I'd spice up my character roster.

Eddie is a Senior Ava is a Junior

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Ava was feeling like she shouldn't have to hide her relationship anymore. She didn't care if Steve had a fit what's the worst that could happen, she loses her popularity. Woop dee do. So that's why she sat down next to Eddie instead of at her normal table.

Eddie looked at her with confusion and adoration, meanwhile the rest of the table full of weirdos looked at her as if she was the weirdest one there.

"H-hey" Eddie breathed out with a smile from ear to ear. A bright red covered his face.

"Hey" she let out a small laugh at seeing how red he got.

"why are you sitting here"

"Well can't I sit with my boyfriend" his heart melted a little hearing her say it in public.

"Ok Eddie how much weed did you give her for doing this" one of his friends on the other side of him said earning a slap on the back of the head from Eddie.

"I don't understand what you mean by that" she gave a death glare to the friend

"he has had a crush on you since middle- ow" Eddie gave him an even harder slap to make him finally shut up

"So the boy you were seeing really was Eddie" an aggravated voice came from behind her. She stood up and turned around to find Steve glaring at her.

"I don't see why you care so much about it Steve"

"He is a bad influence on you-"

"Says the person who got me to drink my first beer, first joint, first alot worse then Eddie could do" Steve knew exactly what she meant by the last comment which only made him more mad

"you better stop seeing him or else"

"or else what you'll beat me can't do that with out getting your money cut off, or will you bully me into becoming a reject guess what I don't care"

"or else I'll tell your parents what you have been up to I'm willing to bet they wouldn't like their little girl dating a drug dealer" she froze knowing he really would do that. She gave an apologetic look to Eddie before grabbing her tray and moving back to the popular table "that's what I thought"

She spent the rest of lunch hatching out a plan because no way in hell was she going to stop dating Eddie just because Steve didn't like him.

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School ended and Eddie was nearly to his van when he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind

"Shit Avs you can't do that you're going to give me a heart attack"

"Sorry"

"why are you here I thought you weren't going to date me anymore"

"You didn't think that I would really stop seeing you because of a stupid threat"

"you sure made it seem like that at lunch"

"well because it wasn't an empty threat so that's why I'm going to arrange for you to meet my parents"

"WHAT!? WHEN!?"

"don't worry I'll give you time to prepare but you just need to be yourself an then Steve can't do shit about us dating I'll call you later with the time" she gave him a kiss and then left for her car leaving Eddie with a panic attack

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She took a deep breath before opening the door to her house

"Hi Sweetheart how was school" her mother asked from the nearby kitchen

"Uh it was fine... Where is dad?"

"I think he is up in his studio. Why do you ask?"

"I have something I need to talk to you guys about" Ava walked up the stairs.

She entered the bedroom they had turned into an art studio for her father's work. He stood in front of his easel painting a landscape on a large canvas. The air in the room recked of oil paints. His arms and black tank top were splattered with colorful paint.

He noticed his daughter standing in the doorway and set down his palate turning twords her. "What do you need Ava"

"I want to talk to you and Mom about something"

"Ok I'll be down in a minute" he said grabbing a towel off the counter.

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They all sat in the living room waiting for Ava to speak

"Um I've been lying to you about where I've been recently... I've been seeing a boy and I really like him and I think it's time you meet him"

"Oh we already knew you were with a boy" her mother stated calmly

"What?!"

"he was very loud sneaking in" her father added in

"And your not mad?"

"No your a teenager, we thought that eventually you would intaduce us but not this soon"

"So can we have him over tomorrow night"

"Yeah sure"

"By the way Steve really doesn't like him like make up stuff about him doesn't like him"

"So that's why you're introducing him now"

**********

Eddie stood outside the door afraid to knock. He wore the only nice outfit he had a blue button up tucked into a pair of cackies. His hair was tied into a low ponytail hoping to try and hide how long it was. He practically doused himself in cologne to hide the smell of weed and cigarettes that always followed him.

He wiped his hands on his pants before ringing the doorbell. It wasn't long before the door was opened by Ava who quickly embraced him.

"Eddie I thought I told you to be yourself" she said seeing his outfit.

"I know it's just I want to impress them... I don't think your family would like you dating a metal head drug dealer."

"I mean I get the cologne but you do realize my father dresses like a metal head"

"He does?"

"Yes now let's get inside" she grabbed his hand pulling him in. "He's here" she called to her family. She dragged him into the dining room. She Plopped down on one of the chairs at the table. He sat down lightly next to her still holding her hand.

"So your the boy she has been hanging around with" Her mother said poking her head out of the kitchen. "Would you go up and fetch your father I doubt he heard you in his studio"

She quickly complyed with her mother heading up the stairs leaving Eddie at the table.

"Would you help me set the table?" She asked turning twords Eddie who stood up right away. He walked into the kitchen. "So Eddie where do you live?"

"Up at Forest Hills"

"The... Trailer park" she looked at him confused.

"Yeah" He grew scared they wouldn't like him just for being poor.

"Huh. I used to live there" she saw the very surprised look he gave her "It's crazy how much can change in a lifetime."

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The dinner went off well. There were the standard are you good enough for my daughter question's. As soon as she was excused Ava practically ran up the stairs with Eddie following close behind.

Ep. 2

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In case y'all are wondering why part 2 of blood hasn't come out yet it's because idk what to write on it so if you have any suggestions it might help get it out quicker

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Everything Has Gone To Shit - Billy Hargove

Masterlist | Epilogue

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, unprotected sex, car sex, Rough (can you expect anything else from Billy), Choking, multiple orgasms, Oral (M receiving), slight crying kink, Angst, Hopper!Reader, reader gets really sick, takes place in a world where season 3 doesn't happen, Reader gets caught, Soft!Billy(like really soft), protective Dad, angry dad, don't ask me why Billy gets all the sad shit,

Summary: Everything was going perfect for Billy, before it all goes to shit

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She stared at herself in the mirror trying to get her hair perfect. Her father, Hopper, was out on patrol and it was the only time she would get to go out with Billy.

"He is not going to be happy when he finds out" El stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching her older sister get ready.

"And who is going to tell him? You? Because if you do I'll tell him what you do with Mike when he isn't here" El rolled her eye walking away. "That's what I thought you lil shit."

Just then there was a honk from a car signaling Billy was there. Y/n let out a sequel of excitement and practically ran out to the car.

"Got all dolled up for me, did you?" He said with a wide smile

"Well maybe I wanted to impress you"

"Darling you don't need to impress me" he gave her a kiss and put his hand on her thigh before driving off

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He drove her to lovers lake and they both quickly got into the back and slipped off their clothes. He chuckled at how desperate she seemed.

"You really want to get down to business" he teased.

"well we haven't been able to be together in awhile" she pouted. He gave he a small kiss before slipping into her.

He stilled so she could get used to him. She let out a whimper hoping for him to move soon.

"Always so desperate, maybe I should just sit like this let you warm up my cock" he let out a sicking laugh.

"please" she gave him the best puppy eyes she could muster

"Please what"

"Please Move Sir"

"And you better not forget it again"

He wrapped his hand around her throat applying just the right amount of pressure before ramming into her.

He didn't stop a one orgasm nore did he stop at two. Holding himself out until he felt like she had enough. He only stopped when there was a pounding at the window

"Hargove it's the middle of the night give that poor girl a break and go home" Hopper yelled.

Billy quickly covered Y/n with his body hiding her face in his chest before her father could point his flashlight and see her

"I'm not kidding Hargove zip it up"

"Ok but do you need to watch us get dressed I'm pretty sure you've seen enough of our bodies"

He let out a slight growl "Fine but I'm staying near by until you leave" he finally walked away from the car.

"Oh my God I can't believe my father caught us I hope he doesn't know it's me" Y/n Rambled out before Billy stopped her with a kiss

"He didn't"

"How do you know"

"Because I'm not being arrested or murdered right now"

"Good point"

They got dressed as fast as they could. She stayed in the back lowering the chance that Hopper could see them. It also gave her a chance to recover from being railed

********

They pulled up to the small cabin in the woods. Y/n had moved back into the front seat.

"I'm sorry about that my dad ruined the night"

"It wasn't ruined"

"your didn't get to cum did you?"

"No. But don't worry you don't owe me anything"

"But what if I want to" she said reaching over to palm him through his jeans. His dick quickly rehardened under her touch.

"Fuck, darling you better be ready to commit to that" he groaned as she unzipped his pants, slipping him out of his boxers

She moved over the middle console taking him into her mouth. She started bobbing her head slowly before Billy grabbed her by the hair moving her much faster. He even bucked his hips up hitting the back of her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes, lightly moving down he face.

The sight was extremely erotic to him and it wasn't long before he came down her throat commanding her to swallow.

She sat back in her seat wiping the spit off her chin. It wasn't long after that she entered a coughing fit. He patted her on the back trying to help her out of it.

"Are you ok darling"

"Yeah my throat is just irritated from your assault on it"

"I'm sorry"

"It's ok" she looked outside and saw El standing on the porch. "Shit!"

"Who's that"

"My little sister"

"I thought your little sister passed away"

"Different little sister she is basically my version of Max"

"So she is not biological and she is annoying as hell" he had a stupid smirk on his face

"Yep and if I'm not careful she will rat me out" she stepped out of the car walking over to El "What the hell are you doing still up"

"I heard loud groaning I thought someone was hurt. what where you doing to him"

"That is none of your business. Now get inside" the girl slowly moved inside. Y/n quickly turned around blowing a kiss to Billy still waiting, he wanted to make sure she got into the house ok. He quickly returned the kiss before driving off.

********

It had been a week since that night and she was once again sneaking out to see Billy. This time she was at his house because his father and step mother were out on a date and Max was out with friends.

They sat talking to each other like how they always did before having sex. But they didn't get to do it because she had yet another coughing fit.

"Y/n it's been a week and it hasn't gone away"

"It's just a stupid cough"

"I know but maybe you should talk to your dad about it"

"NO he overreacts to every cough every since my sister passed. He'll send me to the emergency room. I'll get over it soon."

"Alright fine but we aren't doing anything until it goes away. I don't want to hurt you more"

"You aren't going to hurt me"

"This all started because I got too rough with you darling"

She gave him a pout "can we still cuddle?"

"Of course darling"

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She had lost track of time cuddling with Billy and ended up coming home really late. She tried to sneak back in but found her father sitting on the couch next to El.

"Where in the hell were you" Hopper almost yelled

"I was out with friends and lost track of time" She lied

"Oh now I know that's Bullshit El tell her what you told me"

"I said she was out with her boyfriend" Y/n glared at her "He was freaking out as to where you were he was about to send the whole police force after you"

"And who can blame me after every thing that has happened to us I thought maybe something from the upsidedown came back"

"I'm sorry I'm just-" Hopper cut her off

"I don't want your excuse you are supposed to be watching El what if the bad guys come back and she is all alone"

"I don't need to take care of her 24/7 she has powers. Why can't I just be a normal teenager"

"Your grounded"

"That's bull-" she couldn't finish her word before having another coughing fit this time so bad she passed out.

"Y/N" both Hopper and El ran to her side

"How long has she been coughing like that" El stayed quiet "HOW LONG"

"Uh a week"

"And why didn't you tell me"

"She told me it was just a cough"

"I don't care if she says it's just a cough you have to tell me" He took a deep breath calming himself down "her sister died and we thought it was just a cough"

"I didn't know that"

"We don't like talking about it... Now stay by her side while I call Joyce to look after you"

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When Y/n finally woke up she found herself in a hospital room with her dad sitting by her side. An oxygen mask was on her face forcing her to breathe.

She initially freaked out wondering where the hell she was and what was on her face.

"Hey it's ok calm down... Your at the hospital" he tried to comfort her "the doctor said you have pneumonia but they are going to do more tests to see why your immune system was down"

"Ok" she said the best she could with the mask on "I'm really tired"

"They said you would be" he chuckled "get some rest I have to get back" she didn't fight him she knew he really did need to get back to El

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It had been a few days and she was still in the hospital but Billy didn't know that and he was starting to freak out. He eventually decided to drive out to the cabin and see if she was there and if not ask Hopper or her lil sister where she was.

He knocked on the door, heard murmurs inside and Hopper only opened the door enough to see the worried Teen. What happened next was something he lest expected. Before he could get a word in or even try to smouce him, Hopper had pinned him to the outside of the house. He had grabbed him by his shirt.

"HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THIS PLACE" Hopper screamed

"Y/n told me" he let the Teen go lightly pinching his nose in annoyance "But she has never let me inside saying something about you might come home and catch us"

"At least she's careful about that"

"Where is she I didn't see her at school and I got worried"

"I'll tell you after you answer one question. Have you seen a girl around your sister's age lerking around here"

"only once she came out when I was dropping Y/n off"

"Thank you. You aren't being combative like how you normally are"

"I care about her, now let me know where she is"

"Huh, so your the boyfriend" Billy slightly froze at the question giving Hop his answer. "She's at the hospital I'll take you there" he said heading for his truck

"that's not necessary I can go on my own"

"you need a family member to get you in there"

He mumbled out a curse before getting in the truck with Hopper

*******

The car ride was mostly silent, which Billy was happy about he didn't feel like getting grilled.

When they got to her room Billy ran to her side taking the seat Hopper put there for when he visited. Y/n's oxygen mask had been changed to the smaller nose one since she was getting better.

"Y/n darling are you ok" he asked grabbing her hand.

"Yep just a little bit of pneuma-" a small coughing fit interrupted her sentence "don't worry it's not contagious anymore"

He smiled and moved into kiss her but before they could touch lips Hopper cleared his throat reminding them he was still there

"So how long have you two had this arrangement"

"Since about a couple months after him and I moved here"

"so last week it was you two I caught... Shit I saw my daughters naked body... Great now I have that burned in my mind" he groaned about to leave the room "you two better keep it PG in here"

They lightly laughed as he left "How are you feeling darling?"

"Fine they are trying to run some tests figure out why immune system is so weak"

"You know your not aloud to give up on me... I need you... your the only person who actually loved me" he tried to hide his tears from her

"I don't plan on dieing any time soon" she conferted his face with her hand, wiping his tears with her thumb. "And I love you too"

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In case you're wondering why Billy is so soft in this it's because this is what I imagined him having a sick girlfriend to be like he would care so much.

Part 2

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Everything Has Gone To Shit - Billy Hargove Epilogue

Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ content, talk of Child death, implied alcoholism, implied drug use, arguments, talk of neglect, Soft! Billy, smut, P in V, Unprotected, Overstim, use of the word whore

Every Hopper!Reader fic I find forgets what happened to Sarah this one doesn't

Mixture of first and third person POV

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I thought life was perfect I had a loving mother and father. I even had a little sister, Sara, that was basically a bilt in best friend. That was all until she got sick, horribly sick, that she ended up passing away from.

Life changed after that. No one processed the death well. My mom blamed it completely on my father. I still remember the fight. I was supposed to be asleep.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME" mother's voice echoed though the apartment

"Diane please calm down"

"CALM DOWN YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ILL CALM DOWN AFTER YOU LIED TO ME FOR YEARS"

"I didn't lie to you"

"OH AND WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NOT TELLING ME THAT WE HAVE TO WATCH OUR KIDS DIE"

"I didn't think it would happen after they came out healthy"

"AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS EXPECTING"

"Because-"

"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T REALLY CARE DID YOU" He didn't reply to scared to speak "IM RIGHT AREN'T I WELL YOU CAN BE THE ONE TAKE CARE OF Y/N UNTIL SHE DIES"

She left slamming the door. He cried for the rest of the night. I only found out years later what that fight was about. She only came back to grab her share of things barely even looking at me.

It wasn't long after that we moved to New York City. He became a police officer there meaning he was gone half of the time and the other half he was drinking.

I had to take care of myself for years. There were good days where he would be the same loving father I knew from before. Those days gave me hope he would get better.

The worst bit of living with him was every cold, every sickness ment I went to the hospital. He freaked out at every cough.

Eventually I got tired of it and called I my mom repeatedly asking her to take me. A bunch of calls later and she finally gave in.

He agreed to let me go as long as he got to see me for holidays. Years passed, he moved back to Hawkins, and I saw him get better and better but I was afraid to move back afraid he would get worse again.

When I visited him again for Christmas vacation he showed up with his normal dorky smile giving you a nice warm hug. The normal stuff he did every time he picked me up.

"I have something to show you" he said after getting into his car

"Let me guess a Christmas surprise"

"Something like that"

We spent most of the drive catching up from the several months we were apart. I was surprised when he pulled into the woods and stopped.

"are we going to chop down a Christmas tree"

"Nope just follow me"

We walked deeper into the woods and there was a cabin. I was so confused I was about to walk slightly ahead of him but he stopped me pointing at a trip wire leaving me more confused.

When we got to the cabin he knocked on the door in small increments.

"What are you doing"

"Knocking" before I could question more the door opened. I look inside to find a kid with short hair. They looked even more confused then I was "Y/n I'd like you to meet your new lil sister El"

"So you brought me out here to show me a kid and say it's my sister" he looked baffled at my response "so were you cheating on Mom and just found out you had a bastard child or what"

"Bastard?" She said listening in on the conversation

"Don't say that word" he said pointing at her before pointing at me "and no it's not like that"

"Well she's the right age"

"Just don't tell anyone about her"

"Why your afraid having a bastard child will ruin your reputation Chief"

"No she's not my child-"

"Oh so then you stole her that's even worse"

"No you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth"

"That's just an excuse not to tell me"

"Maybe... I'll tell you later just please try to bond with her she doesn't have anyone else"

"You better be treating her better than you treated me" I said heading for the door

"Where are you going?"

"To get my suitcase"

I ended up staying at in the same room as her. A couple days had passed. Her and I played bored games for most of the days while he occasionally joined in. But now he was out on a emergency call

"So what's your story"

"Story?" She asked confused

"You know your life story" she looked more confused "Ok how about I ask you questions and you give me answers"

"Ok"

"If you aren't his child how did you fall under his care"

"He saved me"

"Ok not very descriptive but I'll take it. Where are your actual parents"

"Gone"

"Ok then. Why is your hair shaved did your Mom want a boy or what" before she could answer there was a knock at the door "I'll get it"

"No" I stared at her confused as she let the knock finish. I heard the latch unlocked and quickly turned my head as the door opened

"What the fuck was that"

Eventually I got an explanation to everything but I didn't believe him who would. I tried to leave to call my mom and child protective services but as I tried to open the door it slammed back shut. I knew then he was telling the truth.

He begged me to move back in with him and I agreed after the school year was over.

****1st person****

"Park here please" Y/n said sitting in the car with her father

"Why"

"Because kids are going to hate me if they find out I'm the Chief of police's daughter"

"Good point"

He pulled over letting her out saying a good bye as she headed off. She had to start the school year late because it took he awhile to move and get the legal work done for her to go to school.

Her mom didn't care about her leaving in fact she was happy. Really proving how much she really cared.

When she arrived at her class the teacher stopped her before she could sit down.

"let's all welcome the police chief's daughter" the teacher said as she glared at her. Instantly all the kids started mumbling loudly.

'I thought the Chiefs daughter died' 'No that's her sister' 'I wouldn't want to do anything with her she will probably tell her father' 'She's probably a snitch' were said by multiple people.

It was practically revealed to the whole school by lunch time so it surprised her when she a man leaned against the locker next to hers. She tried to ignore him at first expecting him to have eather gotten the wrong locker or he was a bully. But he was persistent.

"You going to make me stand here all day, darling" he said grabbing her attention

"Oh I didn't even notice you"

"Now I know that's a lie I can tell you were trying to ignore me"

"And how would you know that"

"Because no woman can not notice me" he said that in a sarcastic and charming way "I'm Billy Hargove I'm new here"

"I'm Y/n I'm also new"

"Oh so your the girl everyone is talking about" she let out a sigh hanging her head down of course he knew. She expected him to leave but he stayed.

"Your not going to avoid me"

"Our parents don't define us sweetheart" he smiled at her "Can you answer a question for me though. How can you be the Chiefs daughter and still be new"

"I lived with my mother up until recently"

"And another question will you go to this party with me" he said handing her a orange flyer.

"I don't know my father's really strict and practically everyone here hates me already"

"They won't recognize you in costume" he joked

"Fuck it I'll sneak out"

"We'll rule over this school together deal"

"Deal"

She found herself thinking about him the rest of the day.

********

She made up an excuse for why she wasn't going back to the cabin telling her father that she made some friends she was going to hang out with. She then went to the Halloween store buying a slutty costume.

When she arrived at the party she saw Billy upsidedown doing a keg stand with people all around him chanting 'chug'. As he was let down he noticed her.

"You actually came" he said walking over to her

"What did you take me for a pussy Hargove"

"This costume looks good on you Y/n" a blush crept up her cheeks at his complement "Let's go inside and dance"

********

They danced and drank for awhile but eventually grew bored and went outside to talk on the back steps. He lit up a new cigarette as he sat.

"So where are you from" she asked trying her best to relax on the hard concrete

"We're just going to do small talk" he chuckled

"Come on tell me" she nudged his side

"Fine, California"

"I want to go there eventually, visit Disneyland, I've never been to the beach actually"

"Alright now you need to tell me where your from"

"The city an hour away, but I did live in New York for awhile"

"You lived in New York and didn't see the beach"

"Yeah that's what happens when you live with a depressed asshole" he looked at her with confusion "My father, My Mother didn't want me after my sister died. I had to beg her to take me in and even then she treated me like shit. Sorry I'm over sharing"

"It's ok my parents aren't the best eather" He gave her a comforting look. His eyes moved down to her lips. Slowly he moved twords her lips giving her plenty of time to push away if she wanted to. Her lips were soft and tasted of vanilla chapstick.

They kiss for awhile before Billy pulled away. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it standing up. He lead her away from the party twords his car.

********

It all was a blur arriving at his house, stumbling to his bedroom, taking off each other's clothes. He wasted no time getting down to business. But for his lack impatience he sure as hell had stamina.

It was nearing on an hour now and he was still going strong.

"Please Billy it's to much" she sobbed out

"Come on I know you have one more in you, just one more" she let out a whine as he continued to pound into her. He moved his hand down to play with her swollen clit.

He let out a loud groan, his cum filling her as her walls fluttered around him. He rested on his elbows, lightly putting his weight on her, as he caught his breath. Slowly and carefully he pulled out and grabbed a wipe out of his bed side table, wiping them both clean.

He moved away from the bed, pulling on a pair of boxers. She sat up and started to feel insecure. Was he just using her for a release? Sure she enjoyed it but he probably won't talk to her again after this.

"You ok" he saw the way she played with her thumbs.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"Are you sure"

"Yep... Um can I stay the night. I told my dad I wasn't going to be home tonight thinking I could sleep-" he stopped her ranting by cupping her face being surprisingly gentle.

"Of course" he surprised her even more when he invited her to cuddle.

********

When Billy woke up Y/n wasn't in the bed with him. Nor was she in the room. He shouldn't of been surprised most girls didn't stay the night and none of them stayed till morning. So why did this time sting so much.

He let out a shakey breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. Just then the door to his room opened and she walked in. She wore his shirt which covered her entire torso down to her mid thighs. She noticed his stare and started fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

"Um I-I had to use the bathroom I'm sorry if I woke you"

"I didn't even notice you leave" it came out ruder then he ment

"Oh Ok" she moved looking for her clothes from last night. Quickly getting dressed and moving to leave.

********

It had been a few days since and Billy couldn't get her out of his mind. He tried to move on find the next girl. But every time he walked up to a girl he saw her sad stares out of the corner of his eye. It shouldn't have effected but it did.

He tried the tactic of leaning on the locker next to her again. But once again she was ignoring him. "Hey" he tried to get her attention, slightly shuting her locker. She only gave him a glare. As she finished with her locker and tried to walk away, he grabbed her hand.

"Fuck off Billy" she broke out of his grip.

"Come on Y/n"

"No. I'm not going to let you do this again, you fucking used me just because I'm new. Why don't you just use one of the whores who will drop at your feet"

"What happened to us ruling the school together" she paused

"That was just a line"

"Maybe it was maybe it wasn't eather way I can't get you out of my mind"

"Fine one more date but that's it"

That wasn't the only date they would go on together

Part 1

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I drew this very specific ace artist meme with Mothman because I wanted to feel some happiness specific to me.

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Describes me

happy ace awareness week

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Absolutely

thinking about Steve joining in on hellfire night and Eddie letting him use his dice set bcs Steve obviously doesn't have any. But this is a big deal to everyone in hellfire bcs no one else is even allowed to touch Eddie's dice but here Steve is throwing them around and accidentally dropping them on the floor and everyone keeps glancing at Eddie, expecting him to go batshit crazy on Steve. Except he just smiles at Steve and says, "Keep them on the table, love."