#i will never be over their manhandling 🙈

[binniebakery]

Doll

Non Idol AU Soobin x Fem!Reader, Friends to Lovers(?) ♡ Warnings: very heavily inspired by dollification (im crazy), reader is wearing cute/feminine clothing!!! suggestive!, soobin manhandling, mentions of a small reader, reader gets called nicknames (doll, dainty, cute, etc) ♡ A/N: ALRIGHT! this is for my fellow coquette girlies!! raise ur hand if u feel like this kink suits him because 🙈🙈asdfdfkj idk this may be a little ooc of soobin so i apologize in advance.. !! i love this concept sm i was literally biting my knuckles the entire time writing this🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(in other words someone sedate me) also not proofread teehee

You sat there as cute as can be, your lovely skirt resting against your legs as you sat on the edge of your best friend’s bed. Soobin had invited you over to his apartment to hang out on a particularly boring evening. The room was completely silent, aside from the soft clicking and tapping of the controller in your dainty hands. Soobin was taking a shower but had messaged you to let yourself in if he wasn’t done by the time you arrived. You two had been friends for a good while, so you made yourself at home, kicking off your pretty heels and turning on his PC to play some new rhythm game he had installed.

After a proper few minutes you found yourself comfortably lying on your stomach, elbows propped as you tried to beat Soobin’s high score. Your frilly skirt riding up just slightly enough to show off a little more than you intended. Hearing the door open, you pause the game and look back to Soobin smiling. “Hey, enjoying yourself aren’t we?” he chuckled as he watched you kick your feet with a wide grin. “Yeah, took you long enough in the shower I was dying of boredom!” You teased as he sat on the bed next to you, his eyes lingering over you a bit longer than usual. You were too busy fiddling with the controller to even notice. “Your outfit’s cute today y/n.” Soobin softly mumbled as his fingers traced the lace of your skirt, fingertips almost grazing the exposed skin. You feel yourself shudder and immediately sit up, a nervous smile plays on your lips as you look up at Soobin who was still softly feeling the material. You flush at how his still-damp hair hangs around his handsome face. Even though he wore just a simple white t-shirt and jeans it was still enough to make him insanely attractive. “A-ah thanks! I just got this outfit actually.. ” Your voice beginning to fail you as your best friend looks down at you with a look you’ve never seen on him before. Before you could say anything else, Soobin lifts his large hand and cups your face gently, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You feel yourself wanting to melt into your best friend’s touch. Sure, Soobin wasn’t always that affectionate, but you were both comfortable enough around each other so he had his moments. Then again.. why was he looking at you like that? The way his eyes stared at your pouty lips felt as if he was enticing you to lean into his palm. And you did. “You’re so pretty y’know?.. Like a doll. I feel like.. I could just break you with how small you are.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “Wh- what? What do you m- mean..?” You see a slight blush form on his cheeks as if someone else but him had just said that out loud. Classic Soobin, always speaking his mind without a filter. Did he even have any idea just how this was affecting you right now? “Sorry.. I just.. That slipped out..” he mumbled and his eyes are back on your lips again. Your mind couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your hands sat in your lap. You didn’t dare to move an inch. “You’re just such a..” Soobin begins again as he moves the thumb that was caressing your warm cheek down to your soft pink lips. “Dainty girl..” His fingers held your chin so that you were looking up at him. You closed your eyes, breath beginning to shake as you just couldn’t into your best friend’s eyes.

“Will you let me see those pretty eyes y/n?” Soobin’s voice sounds like honey, warm, low, and smooth as he drags his thumb to smear your once-perfect lipgloss slightly. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were in a haze. “Atta girl. You listen so well..” He continues moving his thumb, caressing your plump bottom lip. From the way he was smirking anyone could see how he was enjoying this. The way you melt under his touch, it makes him want to ruin your pretty makeup even more. See the tears that stream down your pretty face, see how your eyes and nose get puffy, turning that perfect pink when you cry.  “S- Soobin.. my lip-” Your lips were smoothed shut as Soobin’s thumb smeared your lipgloss once more. “See? So easily played with, my whole hand just-” he squeezes your cheeks to prove his point, the color on his fingers now tinting parts of your cheeks. “Can hold your entire little face..” he chuckles quietly. Since when did he speak so condescendingly towards you? It didn’t matter, you secretly loved it. His large hand easily moved around, playing with your face as you stared at him through your pretty lashes. Your heart was pounding at the intimate attention and you found yourself craving more. You squeak as Soobin suddenly places you into his lap, large hands squeezing your waist once you were situated. His movements felt swift yet so careful. ��Have to be gentle with you. You’re like a porcelain doll..” You find your breaths becoming more labored from the touch. With every touch he gave you, you felt the fire and intense atmosphere between you grow thicker. Large hands roaming your waist and sides, admiring your outfit. “S’cute..” he chuckles as you lean into his shoulder from embarrassment. “S- Soobin..” You were so flustered over how you felt. You’ve always felt an attraction towards him, but of course, keeping your feelings hidden was the path you chose as you weren’t even sure if he had feelings for you. However, his actions today seem to confirm he feels the same way.

“Pretty girl.. My pretty girl... Letting someone like me move you and touch you however I want..” he cooed as he ran his fingers through your perfectly done hair. Fingers lightly tugging at the ribbons you meticulously tied this morning, just enough so that they threatened to undo themselves. The same way he wanted you to become undone. “If it's you... then- it’s fine binnie..” For Soobin, hearing you say that in his neck ever so softly made his heart swoon. You used that nickname sparingly, only using it whenever you were feeling cheeky. Or whenever you wanted something. It drove him insane. You placed your hands on his chest as he tilted your head back, giving him space for his lips to start hovering over your pretty neck. You were completely under his control. Like he was the puppeteer and you, his cute little puppet for him to admire. Though you didn’t really mind the attention, did you?

You felt your breath hitch as he stayed still, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of feeling his lips on your skin. You wanted it, needed it. “Please..” you softly whisper and Soobin smirks at your whines. “Does my pretty girl want me to do more?” He questions, voice sounding innocent and sweet but the look on his face was giving a completely different vibe. All you could do was nod in response. “Can my doll use her words for me?”

That was the final straw for you, forget the morality of it all. You nod again “p- please.. I want more..” you pleaded, looking at him with big doe eyes. Soobin’s eyes lingered on your face, the way your lipgloss was smeared across, the flush of your pretty cheeks, the way your lashes were curled to perfection. He was obsessed. You feel him lay you back, his larger body moving over you as his fingers admire the fabric of your outfit. “Mhm, good girl.. Let me treat my pretty doll with the utmost care then.”

[l0velylecter]

hiii just came across your site and your hcs of the cod men are so fucking amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do a part 2 of the size difference imagine w/ the other cod men characters? but only if you're not busy!! thnxx

— the men of cod : mw ii with a tiny s/o [vol.ii ] characters : captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons additional warnings : size kink, manhandling, explicit descriptions of sex ( not me writing this on christmas eve LOL it feels illegal )  rating : e for explicit, nsfw!

01| His breath ghosted against your nape, the invisible hair standing up, begging to be pet. Price's chuckle reverberated down your spine, pricking the skin with goosebumps as his beard scratched the surface. With his size, he could easily have you bent over his knee, four fingers sinking into your body to spread you wide. He never gets tired of seeing you like this, disheveled and writhing just from his hands, struggling to adjust to the size. And when you'd try to grind yourself down the hilt, he'll firmly still your hips ( even if his own self-control is on the brink of collapsing.) — Patience, love. I need to be thorough with you.

02| As much as you enjoy standing up to Graves, sometimes, there's something in submitting yourself to him that feels downright euphoric. And Graves is more than happy to manhandle and fuck you into a mating pres. With your size, he's obsessed with how easy it was to get you into this position: ankles on either side of his shoulders as he drives his cock into your quivering hole. Your body was coiled tight, the pleasure so intense it was painful, tears pricking your eyes and running down your neck, which only turned him on even more. His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body, and hands gripping your shoulders. And when he comes, hot spurts of cum spilling, dripping down your stomach, he kissed your leg. Teeth latching on to skin as he groans desperately — Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby you're so tight, so good, so wet for me. Do you like that baby? I know you do. I know you can take it. You're a good girl. 03| The heat was blooming against your abdomen, seizing your body into a spasm as Gaz pushed your legs apart to push himself deeper — hands, firm and steady against your hips to maneuver you however he wanted. He had you against the couch, the wall, the kitchen counter, and now atop the bed. And you enjoy being overpowered and pinned against any surface for him to take, to please. Even after preparing you, he still needed to be careful, arms on either side of your face to not crush you. You shuddered, feeling your stomach bulge, his cock pulsing inside. He pats your thighs in encouragement, thumb stroking you down your high as you come undone — That's it, babe. I got you. I got you. 04| You never expected this from your sweet Rodolfo. And how can you deny him when he had asked you so kindly? Even on his knees, with you sitting across him, he still reached your eye level, your hand absentmindedly smoothing down his arms to feel the muscle. He was so careful with you that you sometimes forgot how big he was. As you tried to sink onto his cock, his hands eased you down the hilt, head lightly hitting the headboard when you started rocking back and forth: fingers digging into his broad shoulders. Even when he was setting the pace, handling you like a doll, a toy, he was still gentle, only roughly pulling you down to push you to finish — Gracias, mi corazón. Thank you.

a/n : anon thank you so much for requesting ( and your sweet compliment ) ! i had so much fun writing this hahaha it’s been a while since i wrote something so steamy 🙈 i hope this lives up to your expectations + happy holidays <3

imagine the men of cod : mw ii & size difference [ vol i ]

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya, do you have any sneaky public sex fics?🙈

Let's say you came to the right place because I have a BUNCH of these. Enjoy :)

List of my stories depicting public sex

Risky - Henry x Reader - Henry makes you cookwarm him during a public event. 

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader - You are a co star acting alongside when you get into a tricky situation 

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader - Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.  

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader - A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Good Girl - Henry x OFC Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Ordinary Day - Henry x Reader - Things get frisky during wine and pasta.

Cowboys from Hell -  August Walker x Female Reader - You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

(more under the cut)

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 

Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! )   Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it. 

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove 

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.)      After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course. 

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.)  You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. 

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. )   Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride. 

[jin0]

LOVESICK TEACHER [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter lost you over ten years ago. Well, let's thank your niece, his favorite student, because here you are today, presenting your job to his class.

Pairing : Elementary teacher!Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, angst, peter being stupid (when do i ever write him smart...), soulmate trope kinda, both are a little toxic lets be real, gwen in the middle but she's best girl so get off her dick and be nice, i kinda followed andrew and emma's story with that one too, creampie, pet names (pumpkin, sweetheart, baby), slight mentions of manhandling, use of webs, kinda exhibition because they do intimate stuff in the street, overstimulation, kinda subby peter, kinda dom reader, lots of cum too, slight titty worship, slight pussy job, lots of kisses and soft touches.

A/N : another one for you birdie ✨ i kinda LOVED writing that one, missed writing for this idiot 🙈

Peter Parker could never really qualify as an idiot, but in that moment, he had never felt more stupid in his life.

It all matched perfectly and maybe it was the delusion that pushed him to ignore the signs but fuck, they were screaming at him now and he couldn’t just act like they weren’t there, like you weren’t there. It had been an entire decade of longing and confusion, and now, you were here, in front of him. Him and his entire class of little kids.

“Hi, I’m here with Mimi and I’m going to present my job as a lawyer.” You said, a tender smile on your face.

All the students cheered for you, some throwing looks at ‘Mimi', the little girl you were here for. Peter couldn’t hear any of the sounds around him, completely deaf to anything that wasn’t your voice. It echoed around him, sounding so distant yet close, as if coming out of his own head. It was a familiar feeling, but it never was this vivid before, not even in his wildest dreams or memory. He had dreamt of hearing your voice again, not in his head or memories this time. It had become so recurrent that the default voice for his memories or conscience was yours, even after all these years of not seeing each other.

You started presenting yourself and what you did on the daily to the weirdly attentive children. The teacher knew Mimi probably had something to do with it, the little girl so eerily similar to you. Now that he thought about it, he had been ignoring all the tells that slammed in his face. From her family name to her personality, she was like you, in so many ways it made him dizzy. She was like a tiny copy of you, a copy that seemed to look like you and you only, no one else.

He had been staring at your face with this stunned and pained look, as if seeing you was physically painful to the man, as if the vision of you was stabbing him repeatedly. A part of him knew you weren’t the one holding the knife in this situation, he was. He’d been holding it for a decade, waiting for the moment to hurt himself further, hurting himself until he truly felt the pain. He just didn’t expect to feel the pain in question in the middle of his class, with literal children watching.

The positive element here was that the kids seemed to be very interested in your job, this was definitely due to your way of explaining it. You knew how to make a topic fun for kids, you always did. From your facial expressions to your words, all of it was fun, you were the fun one. Even back in , you had been the one to always know where and when fun things would happen.

Peter never understood how you two ended up mixing together, when your crowds seemed to be so different.

Ah… Right… He knew how. It was stupid too.

You had figured out his secret identity when he jumped into your apartment thinking to was his. You helped him fix his wounds and from then on, helped in managing life and his nightly activities.

Until the hurricane came. Hurricane Gwen Stacy.

“Mr. Parker ?”

The man’s entire body jolted at the sudden voice and slight tug of his pants. Looking down, he found little Mimi smiling up at him with a proud smile on her face. That fucking smile, even that was the same. A slight hint of mischief mixed with all the love and innocence in the world. No, not innocence, hope. The smile he recognized it from you, a smile that you always had whenever he felt like giving up on the spider part of him. You had been his little ray of hope and one of his student was carrying the mantle.

He crouched to reach her level, smiling tenderly at her despite the little knot forming in the pit of his stomach at the idea of confronting the little girl, a child you had with someone else.

Like she always did, her little hands reached for his face to hold it still, she didn’t like it much whenever she was talking and the person wasn’t looking at her. Just like you. Her pupils were dilated in excitement and he could hear her heartbeat thumping inside her little chest.

“Mr. Parker, she’s finished, you gotta meet her now ! She’s real fun, just like me !” Declared the little girl, practically dragging her teach face first towards the source of her pride.

The man chuckled, standing up and handing the little girl his hand to let himself be guided towards you. Each step he took made him feel both heavier and lighter. The feeling of seeing you again brought him to cloud nine but the anxiety of your reaction buried him under the weight of the years that separated you both.

“Titi look ! It’s him ! Mr. Parker !” Presented Mimi, jumping into your arms to be carried, which you did.

“I know love, he’s right there, I can see him.” You smiled, kissing her forehead and making funny faces at her.

“I know ! But your eyes are bad, so I was making sure !” She responded honestly, looking at you as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You laughed to yourself and Peter tried not to laugh and collapse to the floor at the same time. More than her name, face and mannerism, she also had your sarcasm. The resemblance was undeniable now, it was too late to run away or act blind. Two versions of you were cornering him, one, adorable as a button and the other, as beautiful as and mesmerizing as an angel fallen from the sky.

Her hands extended towards him, she was taking a step to make this a little less awkward, he knew it, that was what you always did.

“Hi, I’m Mimi’s aunt, nice to meet you.” You said, in your steadiest voice.

A sudden weight lifted off of Peter’s shoulders at your words. Her aunt. Not her mother, but the her aunt. He felt such relief in that moment, he could’ve jumped in joy, but refrained from rejoicing too fast, because you were acting like you didn’t know him, and that one hurt like hell. Even more than the possibility of you having a child with someone else.

Extending his hand to hold yours, he got lost in the feeling of your warm skin, it felt good, familiar, like home. His thumb caressed your skin as subtlety as he could but the tingling sensation spreading through him at the contact made it impossible to detach himself from you. He wanted more, he wanted to hug you tight, so tight that your only solution would be to live in his skin. He was going mental, that was evident, but fuck, he had missed you, all of you.

“Mr. Parker ?”

This time, it was your voice that pulled him out of his thoughts. Your head was tilted to the side with a slight grin, the kind that said ‘I don’t mind, take your time’. She was inviting him to take his time and reminisce. Why ? Why was she allowing him this much ? She just made it more painful to let go.

“Sorry…” He muttered, pulling his arm back slowly. Your touch burnt his skin softly, leaving behind nothing but longing and nostalgia. “So, Mimi’s Aunt right ?”

“Yes.” You smiled tenderly, looking down on the little girl fussing to get down. You put her down, letting her run off to her friends. “Her parents had to go abroad for work so I’m subbing for them. The lil’ pumpkin doesn’t seem too bothered by it so we’re having a good time together. But don’t worry, they’ll be back in a few hours, you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

The pang in his chest was back. You’d be gone soon, disappearing out into the world again and reminding him how much he missed you. The idea of loosing you again was unbearable, his entire body screaming for him to move and do something. He needed to take a step towards you, one that would either give him closure or bring you back in his life.

"You're gone so soon ? Poor Mimi, I bet she's wasn't the happiest about the news."

"She doesn't know and please don't tell her, she'll chase me with a broom. She might be small but she manages to hold it perfectly."

"Don't worry about it. I see she enjoys your company, she talks about you every day. You're like her own Spiderman."

"How ironic..." He heard you mutter under your breath.

The deep parts of him he had tried to hide for years after you were gone just couldn’t be kept hidden anymore, not when you were right there and soon you wouldn’t be. So Peter did what his mind told him, he took a step towards you.

“Can we talk ?”

The question sounded so desperate, it was as if his life depended on whatever discussion he had in mind. That desperation to discuss things, to put words over whatever you were feeling before it was too late, you knew it better than anyone. You’d gone through it first, and now it was his turn.

You could be petty, god you wanted to. You wanted to make him feel the same kind of anger and sadness knowing him had you go through. You wanted him to be as desperate as you were to talk and grab your chance before it slipped out. You wanted him to have that chance and you wanted to be the one to rip it out of his hands, leaving him with nothing. But you couldn’t .

You could’ve stood your ground and said no, getting your own personal revenge on him. But what was the point ? It wouldn’t make you feel good and it was useless. You’d been through it and managed to sort your shit out. You walked out of that cave and saw the ‘light’. Now you were fine, you didn’t need anymore revenge or closure. And if he needed it, then you didn’t mind giving it to him. Because no matter how much he hurt you, no matter how much pain he had you go through, he was still your Peter. The clumsy idiot who could save an entire building but would lose his mind if his favorite scientist looked at him.

“Yes Pete. We can talk.” Your smile was so tender, so sweet, he wanted to drop to his knees and let himself be buried by the shame he felt. You took a step towards him, entering his personal space and letting your scent drown him in. “I’ll be waiting for you after class, just let me drop Mimi off first.”

He couldn’t speak, could barely move, but found the strength to nod, his eyes tightly shut. He had never considered the impact of your absence on his mind and body. There was something about your presence that was addictive, soothing and just made everything feel like home. From your touch to your scent, you brought out the best of him, pulled him out of his shell gently and guided him through the fucked up world he had to deal with.

Without you or anything to distract him from thinking about your absence, he was back to square one. Angry, cold, distant, absent. Once the spring had passed, he was back to his winter, back to reality, the reality that he had list you without even noticing and for a while. You had disappeared out of his life and he couldn’t avoid the withdrawal by distracting himself anymore, not when his place of refuge had left with you.

What a shitty idea to share your interest with your best friend. Now he was stuck desperately trying to find comfort in the things that he had enjoyed before you but couldn’t anymore. How could he when all of these things, he had shared with you and could only link to you now ? You left and took everything that he owned and was with you.

~

The rest if the day felt like the longest of his life, lasting hours and hours before he could finally say goodbye to his students.

He was anxious, trembling uncontrollably and biting his lip in anticipation. The knot in his stomach just kept growing, taking up more space and making his entire body dependent on tiny bits of positive affirmations to reassure himself.

“Mr. Parker ?”

He jumped for the hundredth time today, looking down towards the little girl who had started this trainwreck of a day.

“Yes Mimi ? Do you need something ?” He asked tenderly, or at least, as much as he could.

The little girl shook her head, signaling for him to get to her level. He smiled honestly, this little truly was like you. He loved her attitude, confidence and certainty in her words all cramped up in a pocket size human.

“Are you in love for my Titi ?”

If he had anything in his mouth, he would’ve chocked on the spot, but instead he choked on air. Coughing loudly and fanning his cherry colored face, he looked at the child in false confusion.

“W-Why would you ask that pumpkin ?”

“Well, you look at her like daddy looks at mommy. And also, you look like Dorothy’s shoes, all red and shiny. Are you okay ?”

Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz. That reference he hadn’t expected to hear it again. Not since highschool, when you used to make fun of him by calling him a Dorothy ‘s shoes colored weirdo. He had a tendency to blush at everything and she would make fun of him for it. At the time, he swore up and down that he hated it, but fuck. He needed her to call him that again, like she used to. He wanted her to make fun of him again.

He chuckled, caressing the child’s cheeks and pinching them, make her giggle and squirm in fake disapproval. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and he lifted her up, enjoying her loud squeals of happiness. He wasn't going to lie, she was his favorite student and she knew it.

"Mimi, i can't carry you everywhere you know ?" He chuckled, arranging her hair.

"Yeah you can ! My Titi does it, even at her work when she's very busy !"

"I'm not her thought and i'll make other students sad if i only carry you."

"It's okay, I'm fine with that." She smiled, making him laugh out loud. Yeah, she was exactly like you.

Catching his breath, he ran a hand through his hand before looking down at the curious little girl.

"I’m okay pumpkin, just a little warm. Now, about your aunt-“

“What about me ?”

Peter was very close to jumping out of his own skin when your voice appeared behind him. But the true surprise was your appearance. When he saw you, he suddenly felt like a highschooler again. After ten years of not knowing where you were, you still looked and dressed the same. It could be felt that morning but could be seen in that moment.

You always looked so different when you dressed fancy or professional, he was always left speechless, but nothing could beat your usual look, the one that maintained the memory of you as a teenager, kept you as you. The you that he knew the best and that knew him when he was still worth it, or so he said.

You and your little dress felt like a breeze of fresh air, blowing through his classroom with your natural glow. You were like the wind during one of these very hot summer nights, he had prayed for you to come and while in the back of his head he lost the hope of seeing you, when you eventually showed, he just couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Titi in a dress ! Titi’s wearing a dress ! I can even see your knees Titi!” Squealed the little girl, pointing at her aunt’s exposed knees.

She twirled around her as soon as Peter let her down and jumped in joy when you did the same, showing how flowy your dress was.

Peter was lucky that you were too busy with your niece to look at him because he couldn’t handle what was going on in front of him. Maybe he was stupid or maybe he was easy, he didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. There was something about seeing you in a dress that just made his inside melt. But the main issue wasn’t there, he knew this dress because he had bought it for you. It was a birthday present, the last birthday you both celebrated together, like your tradition stated, before you both lost each other.

“You’re zoning out again Mr. Parker. And you’re staring too.”

He tried to pull himself together and get back to the real world, but when his eyes crossed yours, he just couldn’t focus on anything but you. He’d equate it to nostalgia and the fact that he was seeing you again for the first time in ten years, but there was more, he knew it and clearly couldn’t hide it anymore, he had for ten years plus.

“Titi, he was all red, maybe he’s sick !” Exclaimed the child holding onto the hem of your dress

“You think ? That’s not good. We can’t let your favorite teacher be sick, can we Mimi ?” You crouched down to look at her in the eyes, trying not to laugh.

“No no no ! Sick people have to get better! With sleep and tea, and lots of honey too! To make it taste all sweet !” She responded, smiling wide while trying to remember all the technics her mother had taught her to get better.

You knew Peter, and the Spider hero was still active. He wasn’t back into his normal human body meaning he still healed very fast and simply couldn’t get sick. You knew all of this because he told you himself and even allowed you to read his father’s journal explaining the changes in his body. And if everything had stayed the same in ten years, which seemed to be the case from what you saw in the news, he still couldn’t. He probably used his sick days to rest or go out.

Nonetheless, Peter couldn’t get sick, you both knew this fact. A part of you, the part you tried to bury after high school, was hopeful, dreaming that the red covering his cheeks was due to you and not some super disease who had eventually managed to get him. You wished he’d blush because he saw you in the dress he bought you and you promised to only wear when time would be right. It wasn’t a particularly fancy dress, more of a simple milkmaid dress, but it was yours because he had gifted it to you and you wanted to honor it.

The dress was important and so was his opinion of you. Maybe that was the reason why it was so easy for your heart to break because of him. His opinion was too important and you understood exactly how much when his eyes started looking at Gwen Stacy as if she was the only one in the world to ever breath.

You weren’t replaced, your existence was simply erased when she appeared in his life.

Shaking your head suddenly, you ignored all the unwanted thoughts dancing around in your head and you turned towards your niece, who luckily, was still busy counting the healing methods on her hands. Grabbing her hand, you smiled wide.

“Hey, pumpkin, I’ve got to take you home, your parents are going to be home soon and we gotta surprise them okay ?”

“Okay ! Are we making them a surprise cake ? I wanna make a surprise cake Titi !”

“I already made it baby, but we can make something else later, okay ? But we should leave, Mister Parker has to go home to get better.” You said, reminding the little girl of her teacher’s fever.

She looked to him before looking up at you and nodding in agreement. Peter stayed quiet through the whole discussion, happy to be able to witness you both together, enjoying the dynamic between you both. He tried to keep in his smile but it was difficult to do so, past high school and college fantasies surfacing all over again and flooding his mind quickly. He pushed them to the side just enough to be able to wave at the both of you as you walked away from him.

~

When you came back to the school later, after dropping Mimi off and dodging your sister’s questions about you wearing your ‘special dress’, you found Peter sitting by the entryway to the school, hos skateboard in hand. Some things never changed.

When he noticed you, you saw this glint in his eyes, the one he had whenever he would discover something new for his suit or whenever he’d see her. It was easy to recognize because he used to have it whenever you would appear somewhere. You wanted to slap your own thoughts, you hated every single one of them for making you feel this way. You had spent so long learning how to be happy for Peter and you were, but your heart had other plans. The moment you saw him, you started doubted yourself and whether or not you hat truly moved on. Words were easy to say when the main focus of said words was nowhere to be found.

"So... elementary teacher huh ?"

He stayed silent for a few seconds before looking down.

"You told me i was good with kids." He took a pause a'd looked up. "Lawyer ?"

"You told me I was great at arguing." You chuckled. "Mimi likes you."

He wanted to smile at the mention of the little girl but couldn't.

"Yeah, i like the little pumpkin too."

"You call her like you used to call me."

"Yup. She reminded me of you, i just never made the connection. Did you know i was her teacher ?"

You shook your head as a response.

"No... I wanted to think it was you but i thought that would be too far fetched."

Silence took over again a'd you were back to square one, him staring and you deep in your thoughts. It felt good to be seen again by him. You wished you could say you didn’t need it but a part of you was still heavily dependent on him, and that made you hate him a little bit every passing second. You were better than that, stronger too, so much stronger. But you felt this unhealthy need to be desired by him, to be craved, and you wouldn’t be okay with this kinds of emotions if he wasn’t the one responsible for them.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed him walking up to you. He was hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, which he feels would’ve been deserved. Instead, you stayed still, not welcoming him, staring into him and digging holes into his soul. It was painful, humiliating too, you weren’t hiding like he was, but you weren’t open to him either. It was a dangerous combination, the kind that made him want to drop to his knees and apologizing straight away.

When his fingers brushed your forearms, caressing your skin slowly and as tenderly as he could, his own fingertips started to feel tingly, electric. A sensation of fulfillment, like his body was being charged with something unknown. His touch, initially as delicate as a feather, pushed into your skin, desperately trying to pull out more of that electricity. His hands ran up your exposed arms and held onto you tighter. He couldn’t let you go, not when this was what you made him feel, even after ten years apart.

“Pumpkin… Look at me, please…” His voice sounded higher and more desperate than you had ever heard coming from him.

You were still half out of it but you could feel it too, the electricity. Now, while his seemed to burn through you, the one coming from you was freezing. Your entire body burning cold under his touch. Was it your body’s way of rejecting him ? Telling him that you didn’t forgive him ? That you were pissed ? That had to be the biggest joke of the day considering the fact that in order to forgive, you had to consider that you had been wronged and at no moment had you ever felt like Peter had wronged. Or did you ? You couldn’t ignore the tiny parts of your brain and heart which seemed to get along when it came to this, agreeing that you got to be as petty as you want towards him.

You wanted to pull away and he felt it, tightening his arms around your biceps and pulling you to his chest. Had he been breathing this loud this whole time ? You could hear him from so close, inhaling and exhaling louder and louder.

“Peter…”

“No. Please… No…” He knew from you slightly pleading and saddened tone, that you were going to ask him to let you go. He couldn’t.

“I came here to talk with you Peter.” You sighed, letting him pull you even closer.

“I know. Fuck…” His finger detached themselves from you, one by one. It felt slow but was quicker than what you thought.

He looked at you, pleading with his eyes, begging for an opening, explanations, anything. He wasn’t just desperate, he needed this. He was being selfish, and childish, but he couldn’t just ignore it. After a decade of refraining it all, he couldn’t wait a second longer.

You watched him drop his bag and run his hands over his face. You stayed quite while he attempted to conceal the scream he let out. He backed up, pacing in front of the door, with a distressed look on his face.

“Peter…” You tried, stopped by him suddenly turning to face you.

“Ten years. Ten fucking years without you.” He declared, looking at you with what resembled anger. “Do you know how fucking dead inside your absence made me feel ? How each day was killing me a little more ?”

You wished you could’ve said something inspiration or dramatic, like in the movies. Instead, you chuckled, turning away from him. You could feel the anger rising and this time, it wasn’t just little parts of you.

“My absence was killing you huh Peter ? But when I was there it literally felt like I wasn’t ?”

“So you just fucking leave ? You leave me behind like I don’t matter ?” He responded, his voice raising in the heat of the moment.

“So just like you did !” You screamed, your voice cutting through the air and resonating in his head.

It was the first time he’d ever truly seen you scream in anger because of him. There was something murderous in the way you were looking at him right now, like he had never made you feel anything positive, anything good. You were looking at him like an enemy and it was killing him. Because he knew, he had messed up your friendship and anything more that could’ve happened but he couldn’t help being made at you for not giving him a proper chance. If not for him or you, for the two kids who used to joke about how they’d get married after college.

You wanted things to be civil, you wanted this to be a discussion, but it was so hard to tame the younger you who had spent years screaming inside, begging for him to feel just as bad as you did. You covered your face, breathing in and out, trying to regain your composure. You could feel him get closer to you and while you wanted to push him away this time, you couldn’t . You were too tired for this. One singular scream had exhausted you, but it wasn’t enough.

“I wish I could hate you Peter for making me feel like shit for an entire decade, even when you weren’t even there.” You began, smiling sadly while he tried not to cry. “Do you know how it feels to see your best friend fall in love for someone else ? For a girl as awesome as Gwen Stacy ? I didn’t , but I learned. Because that’s how it went. And I wished that it wouldn’t change anything between us, but when you love Peter, you love with everything you have. I had to learn that I got lucky when you showed me how much I mattered to you because you loved me with every good feeling you had in you. And I couldn’t be happier knowing that Gwen got to feel this. I just wish I would’ve known that it meant you wouldn’t have anymore space for me. That’s the story Peter. That’s us.”

If the world was caving under his feet, he probably wouldn’t feel it. While you felt a weight being lifted off of your shoulders, he just felt crushed under the guilt. That was the power you had on him, the kind he tried to forget or ignore. He was a fucking moron, and had been for years. Ignoring the spider, his senses and basic logic, he could feel how much pain you felt, had to go through because of him. Whatever you felt, he could feel it, good or bad. And he had been able to for years. It was a you and him thing, freaky in the eyes of others but normal for you both.

Walking towards you, his hands slowly moved towards your face, delicately holding onto it, caressing your flexed jaw muscles and trying to unclench it for you. He couldn’t stand seeing you, his bubble of light and happiness so angry and hurt, he just couldn’t. His hands were cold suddenly and your face warm, like the sun. He could feel the humidity under his skin, he made you cry. He lifted your face to look at him and saw it. Your beautiful eyes, reddened by tears.

“No, no, no, pumpkin please… Don’t cry… Please, I’m begging you…” He pleaded, trying to keep his voice calm despite wanting to scream at the top of his lungs. “I’m sorry… Please, love… I’m sorry sweetheart… Please don’t cry, you… You can’t… You have to smile and be happy, the happiest in the world…”

You scoffed, pushing him away with a faint smile. You wiped your face and sniffed loudly before turning towards him with the same forced smile he hated.

“I don’t want your apology Peter… God, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be with someone like Gwen, she’s incredible.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. I don’t want you to be happy for me. I want you to hate me.” He sighed, looking away.

“Would that be easier for you ?” You asked, genuinely trying to make it easier for him.

“Fuck, can you stop thinking about me !? It has to be easier for you ! You matter, I don’t !” He exclaimed, trying to pull you out of this state you were in. “I want you to hate me because that’s what would be right ! I broke your heart and you wish me the best with a girl I can’t look at without remember just how impossible it is for me to love her as much as I love you !”

In that moment, you felt the air in your lungs, disappear, sucked out by his words. You wanted to believe, you and all the versions you went through before now. The past yous who tried so hard to believe that they’d be okay not hearing about him or seeing him happy with another. They were all jumping in joy, all but one, the you from now. That you had seen all the delusion and false hope and she couldn’t let herself be fooled.

“Peter…” You started, but were stopped by his eyes, warning you silently, that if you spoke a single word, he’d loose it.

He marched towards you, pulled you by the arm to have his chest against yours. He could feel your heartbeat and just how much you were shaking, not in fear but anxiety. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

His palm was rough on your skin, but so warm, it felt like the rays of sun that would hit as soon as you’d wake up. They burnt your eyes a little but they felt good after a little. That was Peter, burning like the Sun. You could feel how hard he was trying to give you time, to wait for you to recognize his touch and all the love that was flowing through it, but you couldn’t, not when so much time had passed.

“Don’t even fucking try and stop me from saying whatever it is that I want to say. It’s been ten years without you, and definitely more years of refrained feelings. You always told me to live a life with no regrets and I tried but that’s fucking hard when the biggest regret in my life is letting you go and every passing day is a reminder of that. Even my favorite student turned out to be a punishment for letting you go. All of you lost over temporary happiness.”

“You don’t mean that Peter.” You scoffed, taking his hands off of your face and walking away. His eyes followed your every step, desperately trying to keep up. He recused to lose sight of you again.

"Why is it so hard to believe that i needed you ?! That i couldn't go one without you ?!"

“Because when I was there, Peter, you made it clear that you couldn’t love the both of us. It was either your best friend or your girlfriend and I know you. You couldn’t make that decision and act on it without feeling like shit, so I did it for you, because that’s what a best friend does. I did what would be right for the three of us. Every second we’d spend together after you met her was about Gwen. How pretty she was, how smart she was, how brave she was. Even helping you with your Spiderman activities had become a thing for the both of us. It doesn’t take a genius to get the memo Peter.”

“And from that… From that you thought you had to leave ?”

“I didn’t just leave Peter. You made me feel like an intruder, and I love you Buddy, but I’m not going to stick myself into an uncomfortable situation just because you don’t want to lose me or whatever. Even for you, I refuse to force myself into a painful situation to make you happy, you might be worth it, but whichever part of myself I would’ve lost wouldn’t be.”

Every word you said felt a little more painful but necessary to Peter. He needed to hear this, all of it. He wished things would be different, these words would be said in any other context, but it had to happen that way. He hadn’t been the only one hurting for all this time, you’d been hurting too and for far longer. He hated the idea of bringing you pain and now that things started to clear, he knew that if he had been given the opportunity to choose, he would’ve chosen to protect you too.

“I’m sorry pumpkin… So, so, so sorry… I wish I could do or say something to make myself look better but fuck… I failed on all accounts. As your best friend and everything else. You did what I never would’ve had the balls to do and it hurts… Because I let you believe that I would’ve chosen her over you when it would always be you… Even in my wildest dreams or without me getting to choose, it’s you. And I’m sorry it took me you being gone for noticing. I’m sorry…” He declared, letting out all the shit he wished he would’ve said when he started to realize.

You walked back in front of the entry doors, sitting down and crossing your legs. The elementary teacher let out a heavy sigh before meeting you on the floor. It felt just like old times, having you both seating on the floor next to each other, doing nothing much but being there for the other. It was as silent as it used to be, adding the faint wall you had built between you both. He tried to let it be, but Peter Parker just couldn’t do that, not even ten years after.

He laid his head on your lap, nuzzling against your skin and hiding his face into the fabric of your dress. You stayed still, watching him fully lay on the pavement and turn to face your stomach. Your eyes crossed his, the man casting you a quick glance and a grin before pushing his nose into your belly. You didn’t budge, welcomed him despite the deep desire to reject him. Desire was the funniest word of that whole sentence, funny considering the fact that it was a lie.

“I didn’t want you to leave. I’d never want you gone, pumpkin. And I’ll spend the rest of this lifetime working for your forgiveness. Even if it means that you forgive a grave.”

Your hand ran through his hair and you smiled honestly, for the first time since you had joined him for this little discussion you were having. You could feel his smile again your stomach but you could also feel the guilt grow and spread.

“You’re not being fair Peter.” You exhaled, taking your hand off his face and forcing him to look at you. “Not to me, yourself or Gwen, the awesome woman who loves you with every piece of her.”

Groaning against your body, he sat up, looking into your eyes with a playful grin.

“Gwen hasn’t been in love with me for nine years pumpkin. And I haven’t for a good decade.” He declared, the small smile on his face growing when he saw your confused expression. He was a simple man, and there was something absolutely adorable about your face when you were confused. The scrunch of your nose and the frown that made it look like he had said the stupidest thing ever was a hilarious combo he missed over the years.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about Peter ?” You asked, sounding a little angrier than you wanted. You weren’t going to get your hopes up but said hopes seemed to fly without the help of a pilot.

He chuckled, smile growing even wider. His hands took hold of your wrists, pulling you to his chest, between his parted legs. It was unnecessary to the story but he wanted to hold you, and by the time you weren’t going to push him away, he wasn’t going to stop himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist after placing yours on his shoulders before explaining himself.

“Gwen left for London after we graduated high school. We tried long distance but it just reminded me that you weren’t there either. We broke up, stayed good friends. I’m her son’s god father, she’s married now. Even has her own lab and stuff.”

Your expression got even worse and when you heard him try and keep in a laugh you couldn’t stop the punch to his biceps. It hurt a little but fuck that.

“Don’t laugh, you little shit ! What are you talking about ?!” You exclaimed, glaring at him.

“It’s as simple as it sounds pumpkin.” He said cradling your cheek tenderly. If you weren’t busy connecting the dots, you’d be swooning right now. “We broke up when she forced me to confront the fact that while she wasn’t there I wasn’t missing her as much as we both hoped I would. Even before that I was missing something else though, you. Hell, I was craving you, pumpkin. I needed you so much. And I still do.”

His words sounded so distant, echoing in your head. In a few seconds, your entire personality, the one you’d built to be Peter Parker proof was shot down and destroyed completely. You tried to keep your composure and stand your ground but it was useless. Maybe it was the fact that he was touching you, or the way he was looking at you, like you were the very reason why he kept breathing. You wanted to fold, all of you wanted that. But what you wanted didn’t matter, and after a decade of building yourself into a concrete wall, you weren’t going to fold so easily.

“Fuck you Peter.” You spat, looking at him with doubt before you stood up.

You couldn’t take a single step before being pulled backwards. Checking your dress and him, you noticed the long white web coming out of his webshooters and attaching itself to you. You squealed loudly as you dropped back onto his lap and this time, were kept between his arms. He wasn’t going to let you run off again, not when you could disappear for another decade. You tried to escape him by trashing around but he was quick to grab your wrists and force you to stay still by giving you this classic look that he would rarely use but would when it was necessary. You called it “The Brooding Spider Eyes”.

“Stop fighting me and try to listen for a second.” He ordered in a low voice that sent shivers all through your body. The more you’d look into his eyes, the fuzzier you’d get inside, that was the effect Peter Parker had on you, the deadly kind. You wanted to run, it was so much easier to run from him and to hide. After all this time, you couldn’t avoid it anymore, all that growth and improvement you tried to protect it wasn’t actual improvement, just you being able to forget him because he wasn’t there to remind you.

You were still the young girl who had begged her parents not to go to her own graduation, crying, because she was terrified of seeing him. They couldn’t understand and neither could you, all you knew was that seeing him with her was killing you. They had forced you to go but drove you home straight after, before he could even reach you. Then started the Great Cleaning of your entire existence on social medias and through your friends. You blocked a big majority of your high school except a very small group, changed your passwords because he had them all, deleted your pictures together, your socials and so on.

You had erased yourself to not be forced to confront the fact that you’d been in love with your best friend.

“Why didn’t you tell me, pumpkin ?” He muttered, his eyes fixated on your lips.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and that made you want to run even more, because that meant he knew and that also meant you were risking rejection. You tried to look away but he quickly took hold of your jaw and made you face him.

“Stop trying to look away, look at me and answer. Why didn’t you confess ?”

“Why would I ?” You responded softly, defeated. “You had a girlfriend, Peter. And you talked about her as if she was the brightest star in the universe. You told me about how great she was before you even told her you liked her, that was enough for me to understand that I wouldn’t stand a chance against that kind of love. And I know you would’ve tried to figure out the best solution to accommodate everyone, which would end up with you unhappy so I took the decision on my own.”

When your explanation finished, you tried to hide within yourself, lowering your head and turning it away from his. He kept your wrists tightly held while he searched your eyes softly, he needed to look into your beautiful eyes and see for himself, see the pain you’d been hiding from him for years. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew that, but he was your best friend, you were his too. Hell, you were his everything, he should’ve known, and either you were the greatest pretender known to man or he just didn’t pay attention to you well enough, and he refused to believe that, because all Peter ever did was pay attention to you.

Blinded by your existence and borderline desperate to feel you at all times, he needed to observe you to be happy during the day, to see you well and smiling, otherwise he’d ruin whatever stood in your way, and that’s was what he thought was normal. Yeah, he clearly wasn’t the smartest and it took him years, but he knew as soon as you were gone that you weren’t just his best friend.

He closed his eyes and slid a hand behind your neck, delicately holding you still. The other reached up to your cheek, cradling it tenderly while his nose rubbed against yours. Never in his life had he wanted to see into your eyes more. The air in his lungs was gone, replaced by this unhealthy need to have you look at him. The years of ignorance started to pile up and he just couldn’t help the feeling in his chest. The kind of feeling that screamed to be explored, let out and exposed to the world.

“Pumpkin, please…” He pleaded, kissing your cheek softly.

You were moving out of his way but your body needed him to kiss you more, you wanted him to love you like this, just a little more.

“Stop…” You muttered, feeling his breath on your neck.

“I can’t… Don’t ask me to stop, please…” He said, rubbing his nose against your jaw.

There was something so intimate about the way his was searching for you, desperately waiting to be allowed in your space again, not just o’ the outside but on the inside. After ten years, you still brought him down on his knees, acting like a touch starved infant.

When you lifted your head, trying to save your own pride and avoid his lips, he did the same, forcing you both to face the other. He let out an exasperated breath, his eyes closed and his expression showing the inside pain he tried to hide. Both your forehead held against the other, you closed your eyes softly, turning away from him but keeping your faces close. When he thought you’d run again, he felt your hand on his cheek and suddenly could breath again. When you kissed his cheek, like you used too when you both very clearly needed this kids of intimacy, he smiled. The honest, goofy smile he was rarely showing these days.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, finally giving in to whatever was pulling you to him so hard.

You kissed his cheek again, slowly going down to his jaw and his neck. Maybe you shouldn’t go so far after pushing him away so much, but Peter wasn’t the only one craving the other. You needed him just as badly. And he most likely wasn’t going to push you away, not when the feeling of your plump lips on his skin just made his heart stop a little more each time you’d kiss him.

When your hand ended up in his hair, playing with the brown locks, he knew he would do anything you told him. He was yours to play with right now, just like he was back then. He couldn’t stop himself from needing more but he’d start by taking everything you gave him like the greedy bastard he was.

“I’m sorry Spidey…” You repeated, kissing his chin.

There was absolutely nothing platonic about that, and maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid you would’ve noticed earlier since you’d been doing this kinds of stuff for years. Everything was familiar and it still took you a decade to notice the very obvious situation you were both in. You truly were a match made in heaven.

His hands dropped down, freeing your wrists and instead, taking hold of your waist. Even that, he couldn’t do for long, too weak in the knees to hold you as strongly as he wished. There had to be some kind of magic in the way you touched him because his entire body suddenly felt like cotton candy.

You held his face and pulled away, ignoring the displeased growl coming out of him. You looked at his face, admiring it and swallowing back tears. You needed that man more than you needed air and you couldn’t ignore that fact any longer. You hated it, hated love and being so desperate and dependent on him but you couldn’t help it, clearly you had no control over anything anymore. You were working on autopilot.

“Kiss me again, please…” He asked, his voice so soft and polite, you swooned internally.

“I think we should talk instead…” You smiled, tenderly.

His eyes opened wide, a frown draw on his face. He looked funny and you knew that’s exactly what he was aiming at with the fake offended look. When he smacked his hand on his chest dramatically, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Oh ! So, now you want to talk ? After I practically had to bed you to just look at me ? Okay, princess. Let’s do it your way then, fuck me and what I want right ?” He sassed, looking around dramatically.

When your laugh resonated louder, he felt peace all over again. Nothing could calm him better than your smile so the power of your laugh was godly. He grinned when you tried to catch your breath, but instead practically fell to the floor. Thanks to the quick reflexes, he caught you by the front of your dress and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m sorry ! I just… I just couldn’t… Handle talking to you ? I don’t know… We haven’t in so long and suddenly everything was going to go back to normal… I couldn’t handle that… What if we talked and you realized how awful I was and am still now ?”

“Awful ? Pumpkin, don’t worry about being awful. I just pulled every toxic trick in the book to get you to look at me. And I couldn’t most likely do ten times worse if it means having you talk to me. You made me a desperate man, sweetheart.” He nodded with a playful smile.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned. This felt right, peaceful, like it used to. But there was still a little bit of things that needed to be discussed first.

“Peter, You’re aware that I’m in love with you right ? Like, romantically ?” You asked, hesitant and slightly anxious about the question all together.

“Yeah I’m aware.” He responded tilting his head to the side. “Thank God, you are. Otherwise our relationship would be very awkward, pumpkin.” He smirked.

You smiled but froze when you heard his words.

“Relationship ? Like you and me ? Dating ? Like a couple ? Like people in love who hold hands and kiss and go on dates ? Like, actually dating ?”

The whole babbling was adorable and he wanted to stay looking at you in silence while you just kept talking but he needed to clear things up first. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him with a smile that said just enough. The kind you’d give to someone you loved more than a friend and definitely more than a person you liked.

“Pumpkin, listen to me and listen to me well.” Taking your face in his large hands, he kissed your forehead tenderly. “You’re my girlfriend and you’ll become more soon enough too. I’m not letting you run away from me again. Yes, this is a romantic kidnapping. Yes I intend on marrying you one day, if you’re not tired of me by that time. But yeah, we’re together in all senses of the term. In an actual romantic relationship.” Each word was separated by soft kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheek. He made sure to make you plead for more by kissing the corner of your mouth and your neck. Peter knew how to make you weak too.

“You’re okay with being my boyfriend, Pete ? I have a tendency to run, and I’m pretty fast.”

“I’m faster than you.” He responded quickly.

“I have issues with choosing myself too, I tend to put others first.”

“Great, I get to put you first instead. But we’re going to work on that whole people pleasing thing you’ve got going on.”

“I’ve got a niece who bites and protects me like I’m made of gold too.” You added, remembering events between your exes and your little niece.

“Oh really ? You’re pulling the niece card ?” He asked playfully. When you nodded with a large smile, he kissed your neck. “Good luck with that sweetheart because your niece loves me. She gives me a piece of the deserts you bake her every time she has some. Practically sure she chose me to be yours. Can that be considered a form of conditioning ? I don’t know, but I don’t mind.” It was his turn to babble, but it was more than fine, you loved it and so did he, seeing the laugh coming out of you was worth all of it.

You both stayed there for a little more, him watching you while he told the dumbest jokes ever and you laughing until your stomach started to hurt. You were back to who you had left behind years ago, who you could only be with the other. You were finally feeling the weight of lying to yourself for years. It felt right. You wanted to slap yourself for taking so many years to understand that lying wouldn’t make you feel any better, but it was a necessary period in a way. No mistakes, only fun experiences or lessons to learn from.

You were catching your breath when his thumb pulled on your lower lip, staring at your mouth with the kind of hunger he never felt for anyone else. You held his wrist in both hands while he kept playing with your lip. You knew what he was looking for and what you were waiting for too, the real question was, who was going to take the first step.

The answer was easy, you were. Leaning forward, you pecked his lips and retreated back to see him lose it right in front of your eyes. You expected a reaction but not to be pinned to the floor and be kissed with the kind of might that Thor himself would be surprised by.

Was he touch starved ? Not really, or maybe yes. But your touch was what he wanted. Gone was the soft moments from earlier, he was trying to show you exactly what your absence had done to him. One his hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force, the other placed on the small of your back and pushing you forward, making your arch your back. He was holding your nape tightly and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours passionately. His fingers lowered, rubbing your thick thighs while his arm wrapped around your body.

He was working his lips with ease on yours, making your insides melt into a puddle at each move of his. His tongue was pushed deep in your mouth, making you moan, and you knew you weren’t going to last longur kissing like this. Not with the obscene tingle buzzing between your legs. He smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what you were feeling. You couldn’t hide from him and his heightened senses. He licked the inside of your cheek, feeling his ego grow when you whimpered, pleading as if you were pushing yourself against him.

When he pulled away, the messy kiss left you numb and still on the floor. You were trying your best to catch your breath and settle your mind all at once. He stayed silent, watching you while rubbing his thumb over your flesh. When you felt calm enough, your eyes noticed the sign o’ top of your head that held the name of your niece’s school. Right. You were literally on the floor.

“Your brain’s still working pumpkin ?” He asked playfully.

You looked towards him in confusion.

“Why are we on the floor Parker ? And were you going to fuck me in front of my niece’s school ? In the street ?”

“Well, not at first. But now that you mention it, that could be a great idea, don’t you think ?”

The punch that followed was deserved, and he had supersenses to dodge so no excuse. You sat up while he was laughing and fixed your dress before getting up. He soon followed and looked at you up and down.

“That dress is made for you. You look beautiful.” He said, his eyes showing the kind of love and sweetness that could make you drop to your knees. You were weak to compliments but his were just different, they came from the man you loved and unfortunately you couldn’t resist those.

You looked away, hiding your smile when the man you now called your boyfriend lifted you up in his arms. You held onto him, tightly holding his neck while he laughed like he had just done the funniest thing ever.

“We’re taking a shortcut back to my place. I have a lot of things to talk about with you.”

~

No talking was done. Absolutely none. Maybe you should’ve seen it coming but you liked being delusional, it made life a constant surprise. Now, to say you were surprised by how the events had turned, would be lying again. You expected some kind of intimacy with Peter, but never that strong. You both ended up being swept away by the wave of desire you felt and were letting yourself drown, it was fine, you were drowning together.

There was something divine about the vision in front of him and the sensations born from said vision. If he could paint, or turn his memories into pictures, he would’ve made you the biggest one, kept hidden from the public for his eyes only. He was simple, to the point of being slightly stupid maybe, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to worship the very ground you walked on after tonight and even more now that you were gracing him with more pleasure, the kind that even his wildest dreams couldn’t provide.

“P-Pumpkin… Please b-baby… Please…”

He was sobbing softly, crying tears of pleasure under your mischievous smile. He was close and he needed his release but he didn’t want it to come just yet, he didn’t want it to stop, not so soon. He couldn’t hold on longer but he needed more, always needed more of you. Again, greedy, he wouldn’t deny it, but could you blame him ? You had rocked his world and left him to fend for himself for over a decade.

Maybe it was his senses, maybe it was the years of intrusive sexual thoughts or wet dreams that were just all working against him in that moment. All of these were good hypotheses for his current state but he was too fucked out and dumb to think about them clearly. His brain wasn’t processing much right now but one thing that was for sure is that he had his cock nestled deep inside you, so deep that he could see how pretty his thick shaft looked through your belly,

Inhuman quantities of cum were dripping out of your pussy in the most obscene ways, pouring down your inner thighs and other places on your body , and he was certain that he was going to shoot out more in the next seconds if you kept on torturing him like that with your pretty lips, all swollen from him fucking your thoughts and tasting his own cum in your mouth. Another thing he knew was that all that cum, he’d pound it back into you as soon as his brain would gain back a little bit of that power he had earlier, before you turned him into a literal puppet, ready to obey your every command.

He was squirming and crying more by the second, needy for just a little bit of peace but also begging for you to use him more. He was absolutely fucked, that was another certainty with you around. Less than a day back into his life and he was already going crazy, the rest of eternity would be fun for you both.

You could’ve been a little nicer and actually moved on top of him but it was your turn to have him dumb and begging for you.

“Come on, Pete… I-Ah… I know… Y-You can give me a little m-more of you… Please b-baby, I just need it… G-Give me all of it… Please…” The sound of your moans so close to his ear made him lose himself a little more.

You started off slowly, using your knees to raise yourself on his cock until it slipped out. You saw how hard it was, covered in both your cum and leaking thick droplets of more. He was full, so full, he could explode. Never had he been this aroused but that was until you. His entire body was releasing years of attempts to calm himself down with his hands in one night and he wasn’t strong enough to take it. Lucky him you didn’t seem to give a fuck about that, enjoying the whimpering mess you’d turned him into.

The restraint he wanted to say he had was slowly disappearing, with his capacity to think straight. You kissed his earlobe and bit his jaw, making him shiver and cry a little more. His own body was betraying him, searching for that friction, the utmost level of contact with you. He tried to stay still and silent but couldn’t and started moving

Rubbing your folds on his tip, you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, oh how the table have turned. His hands were tightly wrapped around your waist but started sliding down to your ass, ready to grip on you and slam you down on his cock. He wanted that, god he wanted so many things right now. But all of it was about you.

Poor man felt like a teenager going through puberty all over again. His face was as red and a cheery and the more you teased, the worst it got. His skin was burning so much, you couldn't last long while touching it. That was what an overstimulated Peter felt like. His hips kept bucking up, trying to push at least a few inches of him inside you. Fuck, he needed to feel your warm walls or else he'd go crazy.

“B-Baby… Baby Fuck… Please, I’m sorry… Please… P-Please, please, please… Lemme fuck you Pumpkin… Please ? Lemme feel that dripping pussy all around me… Fuck, please baby, let me inside…” He sobbed, unable to stop squirming while he could feel your entrance clench on his tip.

You looked down at yourself then at him. He was still whimpering and squirming, his entire body shaking as he pleaded with his eyes for you.

You smirked before fully sitting down on his cock, letting it take all the space inside you, filling you up exactly like it should. Looking down, you could see his tip poking through again and so could he, he was definitely looking.

“P-Peter ! Fuck, P-Peter ! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ! F-Feels… Feels so good !”

When you started bouncing on him again, fully jumping on his fat cock and letting the large throbbing girth invade you like nothing ever had before, he lost himself under you. He watched with admiration how your tits, still covered in cum from earlier, were bouncing up and down too. Fuck, his balls felt more full just from that image alone.

Tight and aching to be emptied, he could stop himself from getting more aroused. You leaned back, giving him full view of your pussy wrapped around him, sinking down on his entire length and taking every inch. Your dripping cunt was truly made for him, swallowing his dick down to the very last millimeter and moaning out for more like a bitch in heat.

His hands grabbed onto your waist, holding it tightly before he started to slam you down on his dick himself. As established before, he was a mess, but one thing he was good at was pleasuring you. No matter what, he’d always find a way to make you feel good. That night alone had been a sufficient proof of that.

At first he had been worried that using too much strength on you would hurt you, but when he noticed how much you loved being tossed around, he could hold back any longer, and he didn’t try to. He used the abilities given by the spider bite with care and if you wanted, he’d use them on you too. Today was the strength and tomorrow it could be the webs, who knew ?

“Y-You cockdrunk minx… Y-You like that huh ? Like it as much as I do…… That pussy’s killing me Pumpkin… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Please baby, tell me you like that… Like it when I fuck you stupid…” He begged, his lower parts guiding his thoughts and controlling his words.

“Y-Yes ! God yes ! Peter please ! M-More cock ! Please, gimme more ! Please !” You cried loudly, so loudly that your voice could probably be heard by the entire building. They probably weren’t used to the nice teacher neighbor bringing in this kind of company.

Slamming your poor weakened body on his cock with the strength of a bull in heat, he fed on the sounds resonating around the room. Your moans and cries of pleasure topped with loud sounds of your thighs slapping against his were the biggest ego boost ever. What truly did the work though was the sound of his sack slapping hard against your folds. Soft and swollen in contrast with the hard flesh of his balls. He was close, way too close.

Your entire body went numb, the thick load of cum you’d been begging for, invading every crevice of your pussy and oozing out of your already filled inside. Your little whimpers were the only thing that could be heard, with his own sounds. He’d never felt this defenseless before, weak to his instinct and clearly enjoying it.

Soon, he started moving his hips up and down, reaching for his end. His actions were so aggressive you couldn't even meet his thrusts or move freely, he was in control all while looking like he wanted to drown in your pussy. He was so red, just looking at his flushed cheeks and crossed eyes while he plowed into you made you even wetter. That reaction, you knew he loved it even more when his thick mushroom shaped tip pushed into your weak spot even harder.

He couldn’t avoid it anymore and you wanted it so badly, he could only oblige. He kept pounding into your spot, the throbbing head of his girth vibrating impatiently, he bit on his lip, his eyes crossed and his hands holding onto you for dear life. It wasn’t long before he came but he wouldn’t be the only one, never.

“F-Fuck… Ah, P-Pumpkin My sweet… Fuck, sweet princess… Taking… T-Taking everything from me… All that cum, all of it… All f-for you baby… All of me… Take it, take all of it…” He muttered, incapable to think of coherent sentences.

You were both trembling on the other, Peter still cumming inside you and you close to your end. He was dramatic and had he been able too, he would’ve most likely scolded himself for cumming first. But now wasn’t the time, instead, he pulled your warm body down, your breasts in his face just like he loved, and got to work.

He sucked one of your tits in his mouth while rubbing his thumb over the nipple of the other. His free hand was playing with your lower parts, rubbing on your clit while two of his fingers slid inside you. You arched your back, pushing your breasts in his face while he toyed with you. He loved that, finding put new ways of ruining you, even when you were already a mess. He’d play until you stopped him or until you passed out on top of him. A little sick, but that was Peter and you loved him exactly like that.

His fingers pushed around inside your filled cunt, pulling out to be covered in his cum. There was something about the image that filled him with pride. Maybe the way you accepted to be filled that way by him.

Letting go of your tits with both his mouth and hand, he laid it on your back, caressing you tenderly. His face went up to your neck, inhaling your scent and his mixed together perfectly. He kissed your jaw, cheek, neck and basically everything he could reach. His tongue licked small parcels of skin after each kiss, taking your taste with him. He was being tender and soft while his fingers kept rubbing on your clit. You didn’t last long before letting your sweet juices coat his large member and drip all over him. The sounds of your cries of pleasure in his ears were like music, the music he had dreamt of for years and finally he could hear it live.

~

You both stayed connected together, the poor man couldn’t handle the idea of pulling out and neither could you. Each breath you took ended up with him jumping out of nowhere. He would apologize but you could hear the laugh in his voice. He enjoyed this.

You stayed on top of him, your face, buried in his messy hair and his scent filling your senses. His face was in the crook of your neck, dropping butterfly kisses on your skin and biting when he felt especially playful. His hands stayed on your back, caressing you tenderly while his hips rolled under you. Yeah, he never said he’d stop moving, and in his defense, you were moving too.

“Hey, Pete. Do you think we would’ve ended up meeting each other again ? Even if you weren’t my niece’s teacher ?” You asked softly, kissing the crown of his head and siting up straight.

He smiled under you, his warm palm cradling your cheek and wiping remnants of your tears from earlier. He looked at you and you felt like you were the center of the universe. Because you were, the center of the universe and mostly of his universe. He was in love with you, and so were you. But no words could ever truly express how much he loved you, none.

“Listen to me.” He started, sitting straight to face you and stare into your eyes. “In every lifetime, planet, dimension, universe, whatever you want. In every single one of these, you and I, we find each other again. No matter what we do or who we are. Because you’re my soulmate, pumpkin. You’re everything to me, my everything. And I’ll let myself get swallowed by a black hole before I let anything change that. So yes, I don’t just think, I know we would’ve found each other again. We always do and we always will.”

There was some parts of truth in Peter's words and you both felt it, from the moment you met to the present. There was no way of explaining it or why but you knew you were soulmates. From the bottom pf your hearts you both knew it, because beyond words and actions, you were tied to the other. It was impossible to separate you both and doing so would never last, because you always found your way back to the other. Maybe it was fate or some kind of guardian angel, but you both knew it to be true.

You were soulmates and you had found you way back to the other again. With the help of your niece that you would both shower in bakeries. Maybe she was the guardian angel, who knew.

[euijoosorangeslice]

HIII i really like your blog soo muchhhh.😭🔥♥️ can I ask for werewolf bf fuma when you make him jealous on purpose because you love to see his other side u knowrr.🔥😭🙈 thank u for always updating us with your great oneshotsss .🔥🔥👏😭

aw ty for the compliments (you have successfully buttered me up so here you go.)

Primal Love

warnings: wolfhybrid!fuma, human reader, breeding kink, manhandling, reader is a little bit of a whore(dont say that to her she likes it), ???

Your boyfriend tended to shy away from you during full moons. He never wanted to hurt you, but he couldn't control his wolf form. Fuma would hide away at a friend's house, in a guest room or chained up in the basement. You'd never seen it before, but you heard he was a aggressive werewolf. They had to change the support beams to metal because he almost chewed through them.

Actually, he'd never let you see him in changed form. Only once had he almost transformed in front of you.

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You were already in your pajamas, washing your face before bed. Suddenly, you heard a large thud coming from your bedroom. You dried your face, walking to your bedroom. Pressing your ear to the door, you heard sound of low growling and dog like whimpering. Hastily opening the door, you were met by your boyfriend's hunched over presence. "Fuma? I-is everything alright?" His eyes darted towards you, bright yellow and his teeth started to look more like fangs.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped, rushing to his aid. "Go, Y/n. B-before I do something I regret." He grumbled lowly, you standing up and turning on your heel. "Go to Kei, but be careful...I-I'm not the only werewolf in this village." You nodded, grabbing your protection necklace and running out of the house.

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That experience was extremely scary. You were currently at Kei's place, but Fuma setting up in his guest room, preparing for his transformation. Fuma came back upstairs, giving you a tight hug. "Hey, aren't you going into rut this cycle?" Kei questioned, reading a book while snacking on crackers. Fuma's eyes went wide. "Shit. I totally forgot," he stressed. Kei snorted, standing to put the crackers back into the cabinet. "You're totally fucked dude," Kei teased, Fuma rolling his eyes.

He headed upstairs to grab even more supplies, and you went to talk to Kei. "Kei-kun, can I ask you a question?" He looked up from his book, slightly annoyed. "How can I get Fuma to fuck me?" You sheepishly asked, Kei smiling. "If you get all cuddly with me he'll get jealous. He's good at controlling his temper but with the mix of his rut starting he'll do it." So you scooted closer to Kei, letting him rest his arm around your shoulder casually.

Fuma came back downstairs. "Hey Kei, do yo- oh." His eyes addressed the scene in front of him. "Sorry, babe! I just got kinda cold and i decided to snuggle up with Kei-kun." You softly caressed his thigh, watching Fuma's eye twitch. You giggled, leaning back and lifting up Kei's shirt. "When were you going to tell me that Kei was jacked? His chest is so nice, probably the best I've ever seen."

Both of you noticed Fuma's energy shift. He looked outside, staring at the moon before you noticed his eyes turn yellow. He was transforming again. It only took a few seconds for Fuma's ears to pop out on top of his head, a tail swinging behind his legs. Fangs grew out of his mouth, him making a small snarling noise.

You noticed how Kei's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Hey dude, you can have her. I don't think-" His hairy arms grabbed your waist, yanking you off the couch and cutting Kei's sentence off. "It's fine. I'll just have to teach her some manners." he lowly grumbled, your eyes going wide as well. In a matter of seconds, you two were already upstairs and in Kei's guest room, door shut and locked. Fuma tossed you onto the bed, ripping your sweater off of you and your jeans.

You whined, covering your naked body. "You pretend to be shy, as if you weren't hoping 'Kei-kun' would fuck you." He ripped off the remaining of his boxers, grabbing your hips and immediately thrusting into you. You arched your back in pleasure, wincing at the stretch. "W-wait Fuma! I'm not ready," you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. But he had already fully transformed. He snarled, thrusting quickly in and out of you. "Take my cock." he groaned, pushing deeper inside of you. "Gonna fuck you so full."

You kept pleading for him to forgive you, choking on your words as you spoke. "S-so sorry! I'm yours- only y-yours!" You came quickly, back arching off of the bed and loud moans emerging from your mouth. Fuma pulled out of your hole, flipping you over and shoving deeper inside of you. You moaned so loud it became a scream, sure that Kei could hear you from downstairs.

"Such a good girl. Make you an even better mommy," he whispered in your ear. You barely caught what he said, but when you realized you gasped loudly. "W-wait no! Fuma I- You can't get me pregnant!" He put a hand over your mouth, using it as leverage to fuck into you deeper. "Mine. My pussy, my pups." He growled, speeding up to an animalistic pace. "O-oh shit! Fuma please please think about this," you pleaded in a mumble, not knowing that it was all falling on deaf ears.

"Can't wait to see your tummy all swollen, full of my pups." You sobbed, taking his cock farther than you had before. Suddenly, he released his hand, wrapping his other arm around your waist. It clicked in your head. He was about to knot you. "Wait Fuma! Don't-"

Before you could finish you sentence, you felt his knot expand inside of you, shooting cum into your womb. Your stomach bloated with his cum, making you wince. He whimpered for a while, before you two sat in silence. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling warm and protected.

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You woke up the next morning, completely sore and in pain. "F-fuma?" He had restored to his natural form, and tossed on a t shirt and some boxers. "Good morning baby. I had given you a bath last night, but you sounded like you were in so much pain. I'm sorry, for whatever I did to you last night. But I warned you the best I could."

You softly smiled at him, hugging him tight. You were wearing one of his t-shirts. "It's fine. Besides, I kind of liked it. Though..." You looked down at your stomach, grimacing at the fullness. "Yeah, that one was my bad."

[delirious-donna]

Can't stop thinking about Baji's wanting you to sit on his face but you're very shy about it 🥺🙈🙈

Okay, yes! Baji would get such a kick out of having you sit on his face and that you are feeling shy and insecure about it makes it even hotter. That slight corruption kink in him igniting like crazy... down we go for some thoughts.

Warnings: post time-skip Baji (imma be real clear and say this is set in a timeline where he won't die (fingers crossed) and he is of age! This ain't 270 Baji - alright?!)

You're so cute. So fucking cute.

Hesitant eyes, wide and tinged with embarrassment and something else... fear. Baji could almost taste it and he liked it - a lot. The flush of your cheeks, the tremble of your lower lip seconds before you tucked it beneath your teeth and the way your head shook from side to side.

"C'mon, pretty girl... promise you'll love it."

His head rested back on his arm, devouring you with those blazing amber irises and the feline smirk that caused the weight in your stomach to drop to your toes.

Your fingers clutched at his broad shoulders, nails pressing into the skin and Baji hissed in reply. His free hand grabbed at your hip, the one so casually hooked over his waist and manhandled you to rub against his erection.

"Baji-kun, please. I'm too heavy, I'll smother you to death!" you admitted, flushing a brilliant crimson and your eyes sinking to look anywhere that wasn't your boyfriend's face.

You missed the look of indignation, his jaw set in determination and his arm unwrapping from behind his head. Baji's feet planted into the mattress, sliding himself further down and in one quick motion, he had lifted you up and brought you over his strong chest.

He chuckled darkly at your squeal, your shocked eyes staring down into his face with mischief painting his features.

"Fuck that nonsense... c'mere," he growled, grabbing at your bare ass and rolling your hips forward until you could feel his warm breath on your lust-soaked folds, "and it's Keisuke, can you say that for me pretty girl?"

A sleek dark brow arched, waiting for you to answer. Your hand clutched at the headboard, trying to take more of your weight onto your knees but he refused and sank you lower towards his eager mouth.

"K-Keisuke - ah!" you shrieked. The second his name left your lips he licked a wide path over your pussy lips and groaned decadently in his throat.

"So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my pretty girl. Gonna taste this pretty pussy every chance I get. Can't wait to spread it wide and fuck you stupid."

You had never been more turned on by words alone, gushing arousal slicked from your clenching entrance to fall upon his awaiting tongue.

Baji grabbed your hand and placed it into his hair before hooking his hands over your thighs to spread you open and hold you still.

"Hang on baby, I'm gonna eat you so good..."

He wasn't wrong!

[sableseb]

Two’s Better Than One?

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x f!reader

warnings: smut, threesome, spitting, a little dumbification, degradation, voyeurism, kinda non/con, anal, double penetration

tags: @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44

a/n: This is something I put together before releasing my longer fic. First time writing a threesome and anal🙈 This drabble idea is the brain child of @fuckandfluff check out her stuff for more beautiful nastiness💕

You want every part of them on every part of you. The way their muscles seem too ethereal to be true, the way their baby blue’s cloud with hunger, the way they’re grabbing at your thighs. There’s no place better than between the two super soldiers.

Bucky to your left and Steve sitting perched on your right, you have one leg thrown over each lap. Bucky takes his time dragging the rough pads of his fingers over your slit, taking your wetness and swirling it around your swollen clit, while Steve busies himself with leaving bruises along your neck and chest.

The feeling of two men using you for their pleasure is something so indescribable. They think they’re the ones with the upper hand each time you lay with one another. But really, it’s you who does. They’ll never know how much you enjoy being throughly fucked by them. You want to hear them say nasty things to you. To have you beg for more. It’s an adrenaline rush.

Bucky keeps his fingers strumming at a steady pace. You can feel a coil start to form in your stomach. You’re clenching around nothing as Bucky doubles his efforts on your little bundle of nerves. Your legs try to involuntary close, but both men have an iron grip on each thigh, keeping you on display to use as they see fit.

“Nuh uh, sweet heart. You’re going to take what Buck gives you.” Steve says while kissing along the expanse of your skin. Making sure to mark you up nice and pretty.

Bucky moves his hand to insert two fingers into your weeping hole. You moan as you take each stroke of his fingers. You watch as they slip in and out of you, finding it erotic the way his hand shines against the low light and the way you suck in those long digits.

Bucky’s fingers come to a sudden halt, drawing a whine from you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks off your arousal that gathered on his skin.

He grabs your cheeks and brings your face to his. “Wanna try something new tonight.” he says in a way that makes a pit form in your stomach.

“You’re gonna let Steve fuck that tight ass while I take your sweet pussy.”

Your eyes widen. The thought of both of them inside you at the same time has you more than worried. You’ve never taken them both and you’re not sure if you can even do that.

“But-“ you’re cut off by a harsh squeeze to the mouth from Bucky.

“No buts. You do as you’re told like the good little slut you are.” he spits.

Steve leans over your side. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll only hurt a little.” he coos. “Or a lot. Depending on if you’re good to us. Are you going to be our good girl?”

Bucky releases your mouth and forces your head towards Steve. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” you whimper. You can’t afford to make them both angry. Not when they’re already unhinged behind closed doors.

They manhandle you into the position they want. You on all fours, hovering over Bucky’s delicious looking cock, and ass up for Steve to take.

“I want you to get her warmed up, Buck.”

Steve sits back towards the edge of the bed and watches as Bucky rubs his dick along your wet heat. You jolt with each pass of his hardness through your folds.

You slide down along his length, sitting on his waist. You take a moment to adjust, but Bucky doesn’t do adjustments. He plants both feet firmly on the bed and starts rutting up into you.

You let out a wail. He grabs onto your ass and you fall onto his chest from the sheer force of his thrusts. He’s hitting that spot just right each time that has you clenching around him.

He pulls you off his chest and grabs your throat. “Wanna see that brain dead expression.” he grunts out through gritted teeth.

Tears start to pool along your eyes. Bucky’s pleasure walks the fine line of pain. You don’t know if you’re shedding tears of utter ecstasy or utter hurt. Whatever it is, it’s addicting.

“Stop.” Steve says. “I want her to cum with both of us filling her tight holes.”

With Bucky’s cock still resting snuggly inside you, Steve crawls up behind you. He grabs two handfuls of your ass before smacking each cheek. The burn sends jolts straight to your aching pussy.

“Fuck.” Bucky moans out. “Do that again. Our dirty bitch likes it.”

Steve lays on the hits to your backside. Each one causing a clench much to Bucky’s pleasure. He’s sure he could cum just from you keeping his cock warm and squeezing him tight.

Steve spreads you open and spits on your puckered hole. You moan at the sensation of his spit running down your ass and pooling at the base of where you and Bucky are connected.

You feel Steve’s tip start to breach through you. You try to run away, rethinking this whole thing. Your body isn’t capable of this, you just know it. But, you can’t go anywhere. Bucky grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back and Steve’s grip on your hips tightens significantly.

“What’d we say, baby? You take it. I know our dumb bitch can hear.” Steve says against the side of your face.

“Please, I’m being good.” you try to plead. “Please, let me loose.”

Bucky’s hands tighten around your arms, making your shoulders start to ache.

“Go ahead and fuck her already, Steve. She’ll learn to take it.”

Steve didn’t think twice before shoving his length inside you to the hilt. The pain is blinding. You hurt everywhere. The sweat is running down your body more than usual, panted breaths escape your trembling lips.

Both men find a rhythm. It’s a push and pull between the two and the pain hasn’t subsided any. They’ve been rough in the past, but they’ve never caused you pain such as this.

Grunts are a distant sound to you. You’re practically lifeless as both men chase their highs. You feel Bucky’s thumb find your clit. He starts rubbing furiously causing you to clench both of them tightly.

“Look at you. You look beautiful when you take our cocks and aren’t whining like a fucking baby.” Bucky grunts as he’s forcing an orgasm from your body.

You push yourself through your intense climax. It helps numb the drag of their cocks against your walls. You feel them cum inside you, it’s warm and slowly running down your thighs.

Bucky releases your arms and you fall limp against him as they both pull out from you. Bucky rubs his hands down your back and whispers against your ear, “Knew you could take us, doll. You just needed a little push.”

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya. Do you have any public sex stories? 🙈

I sure do, Nonie 😏🖤 here is a curated list for you of the stories I've written for Henry, Sy, Walter, August, Sherlock and Charles.

Outdoors / public sexy times stories

✨Henry

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn, praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Crooked Bowtie - Henry x Reader (Smut, blowjob, gagging, semi-public) You are teasing Henry in VIP gala, yet again. He ought to drag you aside and take care of this little predicament.

Risky - Henry x Reader ( smut, exhibitionism kink, public sexual behaviour, cockwarming, profanities and oddly some fluff) Henry makes you cockwarm him during a public event. 

 Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! )   Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader (unwanted erections, smutty situations) You are a co-star acting alongside you when you get into a tricky situation 

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader ( graphic smut, enemies to lovers, thigh riding, outdoors unprotected sex, hate-sex, profanities, creampie, exhibitionism, slight angst. ) Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.  

Good Girl - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink)  Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

AU MaficBoss Henry - Crystal Ship - Henry x OFC (Smut, WIP) A dangerous crime lord in England, who has everything he wants, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

Drabbles:

Teasing Henry in public (Suggestive)

Ordinary Day - public fingering with Henry (Smut)

✨Syverson

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.)      After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course. 

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.)  You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Let Me In - Syverson x Reader (Explicit Smut, semi-public oral performed on a woman)  You have your very first fight, and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.  

Home Sweet Home - Syverson x reader (fluff to smut. Oral sex - female receiving, outdoor vaginal sex, unprotected sex, risky creampie, mention of bodily fluids) Syverson returns from a long deployment to reunite with his woman.

Tough Luck - Syverson x Reader (angry rough sex, hyperspermia, manhandling, semi-outdoor sex, breeding, DomMale vibes, dirty talks, primal sex. ) The Captain is having a bad day and everything is going to hell, but he vows to at least make one thing right while finding an outlet for his rage.

The Real Thing - Captain Syverson x Reader (smut, female masturbation with a sex toy, mentions of sexual intercouse (p in v), slight fingering, mentions of exhibtionism, voyeurism, semi- public sex, hinted breeding, hinted possessive behaviour) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Syverson walks in on you playing with yourself

✨August

Cowboys from Hell -  August Walker x Female Reader | Syverson, Mike, Geralt, Walter and Clark. (cockwarming, public sex, slight dub-con, manipulation, exhibtionism, unprotected sex, creampie, hinted of gang-bang)  You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the Viking-looking drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it. 

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove 

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC  (Explicit Smut, hatefucking)    She walks around, pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Thanksgiving - August x OFC  (Explicit smut, public fingering) August Walker, the hardened CIA agent is meeting his girlfriend’s parents for a thanksgiving dinner. She’d rather forced him into it. Now, how sorry is she going to be by the end of the meal?    

✨Walter

Heart of Darkness - Walter x OFC (Smut, roleplay, semi-public office sex) Slight sequel to Overprotected. Walter’s longing wife comes to visit him at his office.

Sounds of the Abyss - Walter x OFC (Explicit smut, outdoor sex) Forest sex with Walter on the hood of his jeep. Senses Challange: Sound.  

Guardian Angel - Walter x Reader (Fluff, romance, a hint of smut, a pinch of oral (pussy kissing), groping, a pinch of angst because it’s Walter, semi-public PDA.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 You are to be used as bait in Walter’s investigation, and so he helps install the tracking equipment below your dress.

✨Sherlock

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. 

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. )   Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride. 

Charles Brandon

Discreet -   Charle x ofc (Smut, semi-public, loss of virginity, slight angst) It might kill him if he touches her, but one touch of hers is worth a thousand deaths. 

My masterlist

[jin0]

Omg.. don’t judge me..

But can we talk about how DOB always wants to put it in your ass and when you do let him he’s always so careful and waits for you to adjust before he loses it.

Lord forgive my sinful thoughts.

baby if you think im going to judge you for thinking of something that i avoid mentioning because i don't know who's down with it ??? i'm definitely not going to 🙈

he'd been restless, pulling out to nudge you second hole, begging with his eyes to put it in because you'd never tried it before but he'd grown desperate to fuck you in the ass for a while now. when you give in, he's practically cumming from the acceptance alone.

when he slides in, he's trying his best not to cum right away, because you're tight and untouched there. but also because you're reacting exactly like he dreamt. you're not capable of forming a coherent thought or of speaking, only whimpering and sobbing softly.

"god, fuck... baby, you gotta relax... can't move if you're tense. i'll m-make you feel good, i promise... but please, please baby... relax for me... just a little bit..."

you take a little time to gather yourself and do what he asks. it takes so much energy from you, your body still shaking and your pussy quivering from an orgasm you didn't even know you had, you drop on the bed. you can barely stand on your own, your entire body feeling how full he's keeping you. he's so deep and big, the air in your lungs forming a knot.

"baby please, tell me if you want us to stop... but you gotta breath, okay ? wouldn't want you to suffocate."

his voice is so soft and sweet on you, you can only obey. you try to breath and when you do so, you suddenly get super aware of his cock in your ass, and how hard he truly is. he was waiting for you and you were lucky he did. when you feel his throbbing girth pulsating in your tight hole, his hands gripping your hips so hard you could feel the blood rushing under his skin and you could vividly hear the grunts he'd tried to keep in to not scare you.

you're being manhandled by the man above you, fucking you rougher than ever, in a way that makes your body shake. you're taking everything he gives you and despite the little choice he gives you, he still finds it in himself to be sweet and attentive.

"y-you like it baby ? like how my cock feels in your ass ? you're... you're doing so good love... so fucking good... taking me like a dream and dripping all over yourself."

he leans on you, pressing your face in the mattress and fucking you deeper when you start crying his name. even your moans don't sound coherent anymore, they're just sounds and maybe a few syllables that could possibly lead to a word.

his fingers start playing with your pussy abd you lose it instantly, cumming around his fingers. he's just so so so fucking desperate to feel every part of you, he's overwhelmed by you and you're overwhelmed by him.

anal is something you try out of the blue but after that first time, it becomes a regular thing that could start out of anything. either you were wearing a skirt that kept him from focusing on anything else or you decide to rub your ass on him, making what you want very clear.

the next time you find yourself practically begging, you're definitely rubbing your ass on him while you're at a party with friends. your back is pressed to his chest and his arm is around your shoulder, you keep it tightly held against your breasts.

you're looking up at him with these eyes that scream fuck me and he's smiling in his cup, trying to keep his own conversation going. when his friend leaves for a refill, he finally looks down on you with a knowing smile.

"dylan... can we leave ? i wanna go home now... i'm kinda tired..."

"tired huh ?" he leans down to kiss your shoulder and your neck. he chuckled against your skin when you mewl and push yourself harder on his growing bulge. "you really tired or you just want an excuse to get fucked in your bed ? can't get enough of my cock in your ass huh baby ? you were shaking and crying under me last time but now you can't get enough ?"

"it's not me, it's you who had the idea. you did everything to get me addicted to it, so take care of me now."

"yeah yeah yeah, i'll take care of you. don't worry about it, i'll be giving you everything you're asking for."

[sailorhyunjinz]

Part 6 of Hyunjin and Me Fantasy:

*Time to get down from the fluffy clouds and enter the underworld of smut*

A couple years have past since the day Hyunjin broke up with Lexani, and when he said he wanted to date other people and be in relationships he was pretty successful in doing so. Hyunjin spent some of his time dating a few girls in the past 2 years and sleeping around multiple times with all of them, so you could say he's pretty experienced now 🙈. Me on the other hand, I've dated a couple people my self but I didn't trust any of them enough to give them my virginity and besides when ever I thought about having sex I always thought about doing it with Hyunjin and no one else.

In that time, him and I started having sleep overs because we realized we've never done that before and it was pretty nice being able to wake up in the same room as Hyunjin, and being woken up by him was good too. He either woke me with his sweet voice or shook me awake to the point to where it seemed like he was manhandling me, but I woke up happy either way.

Recently when we decided to have a sleep over at my house, Hyunjin and I started getting real touchy. At sat in his lap on the bed like we usually do but this time he started caressing my thighs and wrapped his arm around my waist at the same time. The material of my spaghetti strap top wasn't too thick so the contact of his warm hand shocked me at first, but I quickly got used to it as I felt myself grow needy from that alone. He then slowly started kissing and sucking my neck while he pulled down the strap of my top. I began to rub up and down in his inner thigh, in a few seconds I felt something poking my lower back. I moved my hips a little only to hear Hyunjin softly groan as I moved against his growing erection. He turned me around and started kissing me on the lips that shortly after turned into a heated make out session and Hyunjin's on top of me with his tongue in my mouth and one hand under my top playing with my left nipple. I'm under him rubbing his bulge which later influenced him to take off my shorts and with him already knowing that I don't wear underwear to bed he went right in as soon as my wet heat was exposed. He started licking up and down my slit making me moan just enough for me and Hyunjin to hear. I wasn't worried about my parents hearing me because their room was on the other side of the apartment plus it was super late at night so they were guaranteed asleep. Hyunjin teased me by just licking up and down and kissing my inner thighs until he decided to start gently sucking on my clit making me moan louder, "mmm.. ahh!.. Hyunjin!", He stop for a second and mumbled against my cunt, "Baby you taste so good", he made it seem like I was the best thing he's ever tasted with him moaning while sucking my clit, sending extra waves of pleasure through my body. I felt a familiar knot form in my stomach. "Aah! Baby don't stop.. I'm gonna cum!!", He flicked his tongue faster as soon as I said that, making me release all over his wet tongue. After that, I knew he was ready. I took his cock out his shorts and gave it a few good strokes making the boy whimper before he rolled on the condom he already had in his bag. When he was rolling it on I got kind of nervous because it was longer than I expected and I've never done anything with more than 2 fingers before. Right before he was about to slide it in I grabbed it and stopped him. "Listen, I know you're a pro at this but please take it easy on me I've never done this before"

He understood, "I'll be gentle babe", he said with a smile then kissed me softly as he slid his throbbing cock inside of me with ease due to the amount of arousal that was already seeping out of me. A broken moan left my mouth as he started slowly thrusting into me. The mix of pleasure and pain quickly became pure pleasure because me and Hyunjin were finally connected in the way I've been wanting for so long. He was moaning so sweetly in my ear, "oh my god!.. you're so tight around me", the way he said that turned me on even more making me want him to go faster and a little deeper. "You can go faster if you want", I moaned. He took that opportunity and started thrusting his hips faster while making circles on my clit making me whimper. His cock felt so good inside of me, the length, the girth, and the curved tip that hit my g-spot with every other thrust Hyunjin did. It was just pure escstay. "Does it feel good, baby?", He asked while panting. His voice sounding so teasing but he genuinely wanted to know and for some reason this just coaxed me into my last straw so close to cumming. He could tell by the way I was clenching around him that I was close. "I feel you babe.. ahh! Cum for me, cum on my cock baby." And with him rubbing my clit faster, that's exactly what I did. It wasn't long until he moaned the loudest filling the condom with his sweet release.

He collapsed next to me, kissed me for a bit of then grabbed a towel from the towel closet so he could clean up a bit. We both couldn't stop smiling at each other after what we just did. We cuddled the entire time not wanting to let go of each other. "Laila, I'm happy you chose me to lose your virginity with", he said that out of the blue which shocked me for a second to be honest. "But I am surprised that this is was your first time even though you've had boyfriends in the past", I responded a little shy, "Well actually been wanting to do this with YOU for a while and I never thought it would actually happen", "Well what would you have done if we never did this?", I responded with a simple "I don't know. Hyunjin then mustered up the courage to ask you the question he's been wanting to ask for quite some time. "Laila... you know that you've been my best friend for a long time and you know me better than any other person I know l, so I wanted to ask you... Will you be my girlfriend"

And of course I looked at him with joy in my eyes and said "Yes"☺️☺️

Okay this part was a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be but I want to do a part 7 that's just straight smut cuz I still have so much more to say😏😏😈. I think this half of the fantasy will end at part 8. Then I might tell the other half cuz my mind is so active for this man I swear- 😂😂

AH IM DYING-

I’m in love LIKE HE REALLY DID THAT, MF HAS NO SHAME IN ASKING HIS CHILDHOOD BESTFRIEND TO DATE HIM AFTER THEYVE JUST FUCKED-

I need more I NEED MORE OF THIS-