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A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(

Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈

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So you introduced Steve to the group

He was terrified to meet Matt

And stuck his hand out introducing himself

"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."

Oh s h i t

Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands

"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."

"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.

"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."

Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.

You introduce him to everyone else as well

He fears Karen.

Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.

Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.

You guys like your weapons

Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service

totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff

That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max

props to them for keeping silent too

Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani

"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.

He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."

Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."

Not peter gagging in the background

"Oh yeah parker?"

"Yeah- Lets go!"

"Alright let's go!"

One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"

"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"

"Oh like hell you are!"

Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.

"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"

"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"

"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."

Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.

"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.

"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.

"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.

"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."

Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.

"Mr.Murdock-"

"Matts fine." He spoke.

"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."

"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."

Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"

"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."

Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.

"You've been in her room."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"

"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"

"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."

Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."

Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."

Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.

"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."

"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."

Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."

"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.

"Good."

Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying

But it makes sense, with how close they are

So Steve's determined to impress him.

Along with everyone else who came to visit

Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys

He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?

Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that

Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in

"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.

"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."

You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.

Except Steve pulled you outside

"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.

"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."

Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."

"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."

Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."

You could only laugh and kiss him.

Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart

But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together

You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.

Then the phone rings

And Frank stays on the phone

"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."

Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.

"What is she-"

Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.

"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.

"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"

"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.

"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"

"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.

"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.

"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"

"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."

"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.

"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."

"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.

"Y/n I swear-"

"He was even nice enough to-"

"Im throwing you in the lake."

"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"

So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.

He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.

"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.

"Nope."

"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"

So now your being thrown in the lake.

Peter goes to get you a towel

Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand

Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour

Just for him to be pulled into the lake.

"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.

"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.

"Wait for me." Karen added.

Cue heart to heart with your two dads

Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank

But deep down Frank knows you miss New York

And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart

Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.

Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends

Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake

And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you

"Dad! Dad!"

"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"

Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.

You manage to jump on his back hugging him.

"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.

"Means I can do this-"

"No! No! No!"

It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.

It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.

Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.

Will was alot more open to you

He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course

You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like

And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween

Not no witch either or black cat

Actual "nerd" coustumes

"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.

"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"

"Mike?"

"Yeah, you know them?"

"There my friends!" He cheered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."

"Have you ever played D&D?"

"No. What is it?"

"Duegons and Dragons?"

"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.

You're offically Will's best friend

Well Female Older Teen Best Friend

We all know you cant replace Mike

So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros

You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.

He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself

Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin

Joyce is glad he gets along with you

Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people

He told you they call him Zombie boy

You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh

"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"

He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are

You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it

You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there

So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced

He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds

So he was happy another nerd was joining the party

Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision

Whatever that means

But its a small town

So here comes Cheif Hopper

"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.

"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.

So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up

But it didnt work much as you know

Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse

Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake

Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car

"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."

Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness

On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags

You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.

He beat you in street fighter 3-1.

Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy

Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways

You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends

After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail

Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you

You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister

What could go wrong?

Well. Alot actually

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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angelltheninth · 11 months

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The Flirting Skills of Spiderverse Characters

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

Tags: fluff, crush, flirting, established relationship, kissing, confidence boost, secret identity

A/N: I asked myself if these characters have rizz and behold!

Peter does have pretty good flirting skills once you start dating. Until the he's a tiny bit awkward but not too much, he knows you already like him. His smiles are always a litte loopsided when he walks his fingers up your arm, to your cheek, watching goosebumps bloosom on your skin right before he kisses you.

Miles needs to look up pick up lines before he sees you. They don't help. Well they do but not in the way he thought. He mixes up his lines from how nervous he is but instead of messing up his chances with his crush, you end up liking him even more then you did before.

Gwen is a pretty good flirt once she becomes fond of you. In and out of the costume actually. In the costume more before you start to return her feelings but when she's sure you feel the same way she does hard on the flirting when she's outside of the costume and eases up while she's in the costume.

Miguel flirts like no other. Kissing your cheek, dipping down like you're in a dance, always pulling you to his chest while looking at you with the most smug grin on his face. How could he not with the reactions he pulls from you, all those yelps and dreamy sighs and mindmelting kisses you give him in return.

Hobie flirts without meaning to. He is naturally a very touchy, energetic guy so he makes your heart skip a beat without trying to. If he does try you're in real trouble. It was already hard enough to try not to kiss him while he was just a friend but now he's actually putting the moves on you. Worst of all he knows exactly what he's doing to you and he's not slowing down.

Pavitr is a smooth talker outside of the costume but not in it. When he sees you face to face his confidance goes up by a lot but when you're looking at him like you don't really know him, he falters. Always the one to put his arm around your shoulder and pull you into a kiss, smiling into it as you cup his jaw, silently asking for one more.

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daydreamvalley · 10 months

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My aesthetic? Miguel O’Hara.

Continuation of my irl Miguel reimagining

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creamecafe · 10 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

Summary: You can't help but make fun of Hobie for the way he says things differently from London.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Warnings: none just major fluff

a/n: I high-key low-key hate this but had to write something for my little rebellion Hobie

"Wait wait so you call chips crisps?"

"Yes" Hobie sighed, rolling his eyes.

This wasn't the first time you asked about certain words in England than how it works where you live. It was fascinating how Hobie and you called things and lived differently.

"It makes sense that you call chips crisps because their crispy, but why do you call french fries chips? Their not crispy at all. They got soggy because their soft."

"I don't bloody know, I just have been used to calling that my entire life."

"Well I was raised calling them french fries and I'm gonna stick to that."

"Do you even know they were not made in France, they were made in Belgium? The dominant language of southern Belgium is French, and that's where they got the name from."

"What do you say for popsicle in England?" Holding your laughter and excitement

"Ice lolly."

"And to ask that you would like a popsicle?"

"Could I please get a ice lolly?"

You started laughing after he had said that. His accent was so funny to you

"You sound like a young boy in a school uniform from the 1930s."

"And you sound like a real bully making fun of how I say things." Hobie pretends to be upset but can't help but smile because of how cute you look when you laugh.

"But I know I can't be mad at you love." He rises a bit from the couch and kisses you on the cheek.

You turn your head and kissed him more on the lips. Hobie puts his hand up and cups your face. He then guides you down onto the couch lying you down on your back. Now the kiss was getting more heated.

But you guys had to stop to catch your breath. After Hobie pulled away from the kiss, he just smiled at you.

"Would you like to get McDonald's?"

"Yes I would like to get some chips." You smile stupidly thinking you were funny. You were it's just Hobie didn't appreciate it.

"Haha, real funny."

You chuckle at this and just spend the rest of the night eating McDonald's together still making fun of how he says things from back home London.

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lymmsweb · 11 months

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Until I found you

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count: 1095

🕷warnings: non sexual intimacy, description of wounds, nudity, minor ATSV spoilers

🕷summary: Lyla alerts Miguel that you’re injured, Miguel takes it upon himself to help you

🕸 After he set up the Spider association you were one of the first that joined, he didn’t feel much for you at first but after going on countless missions together he trusted you more than anyone.

🕸He gave up on finding love after his daughter died, he felt as if he didn’t deserve a good relationship after all the damage he caused. You were one of the few people that helped him through his guilt and sadness after the event, often cracking jokes with Peter B. to get Miguel to crack even the littlest of smiles.

🕸 He never truly got over his daughters death but he slowly started to act softer and more affectionate with you. He would hang around the lobby more, he didn’t really know why but he always felt like he was looking for someone every time he went out. All most each time he came out of his ‘office’ you would always find a way to lock eyes with him or even strike up a conversation and each time he’d always let his rough exterior fall and shoot you a small smile.

🕸 Normally in his free time you’d always be with him eating Empanadas or Arepas in the kitchen, working in silence next to each other, checking up on you daily and slightly leaning into your touch whenever you’d accidentally bump into him. Miguel even gave you special authorisation with Lyla that no one but him had.

🕸 It was when Lyla alerted him that you were severely hurt after a mission gone horribly wrong he quickly dropped everything and rushed over and into your dimension. You were bloody and bruised, sitting on your living room floor panting and exhausted. Miguel’s heart dropped for a second,at the thought of loosing you he’s reminded of how his daughter hung onto him before she disappeared.

“Mierda! What happened?” he panicked as he bolted over to the medical kit you kept under your bed. He knew where everything was in your house, he crashed many times to your place durning restless, nightmare filled nights. He fumbled a bit as he grabbed it, hurriedly making it back to you making sure he didn’t knock anything over. Without hesitance he started to rip your suit off to get more access around the wounds.

“Buy me a drink first.” you chuckled weakly as you watched him furrow his brows as he started to disinfect the gash in your thigh.

“You only need one drink to sleep with me?” he joked as he to reach over to grab the needle and stitches, rubbing your leg gently with his other hand. He knew he had to ask what had happened but he decided against it just in case you would start stressing out more, although this didn’t stop him seething with rage every time he saw your bruised and cut face.

“Cielo this going to hurt.” he apologetically looked at you before he started to close the wound, with every painful noise you let out his heart broke just a little more, reminding him yet again how in his daughters final moments she was also making those noises. It didn’t take him long before he was finished, putting away all the medical equipment he made Lyla scan you for any internal damage. It turned out you had a concussion but apart from that you were somewhat ‘okay’.

“You should probably wash yourself.” Lyla chimed in, looking closely at your body before turning around to wink at Miguel. He scoffed in annoyance and swatted her away. She always enjoyed pushing her limits with him.

“Come let’s get you cleaned up.” blush crept up on your cheeks as he bent down and picked you up bridle style, trying his hardest to not touch any bruises as he gripped onto you harshly. He swiftly moved around furniture and rooms until he made it to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat before turning to get the bath ready. He stared at the water slowly filling up the tub lost in though, what if he got there sooner, what if you died, what if…? He didn’t know what he’d do if you were no longer by his side, if he didn’t get to hear you again, to feel you again-

“Romeo, you okay?” your teasing words snapped him out of his trance, his head snapped towards you, just blankly meeting your eyes.

“I should be asking you that.” he hummed as he looked you up and down, taking in the way your torn suit stuck to the curves of your body. The way your lips were slightly parted showing your front teeth, the way you looked at him intensely back. He felt like he was under your microscope as you were studying ass his features too.

“Miguel..” you placed your hand on his knee, softly rubbing it. Once he heard you softly whispering his name, touching him so gently he realised just how much he was deeply in love with you, he would’t be able to having you not there in his life.

“Don’t scare me like that again, okay?” Miguel replied as he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers in yours as he stood up, bringing you up with him. “Also the bath is ready, do you need a drink firs-“

“Shut up.” a light smack to his chest interrupted him, earning a small laugh both of you. Miguel silently asked for permission, waiting for you to allow him to help. You offered him a nod and smile, relaxing your body as he started to strip away the layers from your body, each little touch was like electricity against your skin. It took a while before you were down to nothing. He stayed silent, not letting his eyes wander around your naked form keeping strong eye contact.

He grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub, worried you’d end up slipping and hurting yourself even more, sitting down in the water felt like a blessing against your skin, finally getting all the seat and blood off of your skin was rejuvenating. Miguel felt his heart flutter as he realised how domestic the scene in front of him was, finding comfort in the love and trust you gave him. He walked around searching for your floral scented shampoo and your citric body wash, humming a song quietly to himself. Once he retrieved everything you needed, he passed you the bottles and sat down next to you playing with your hair, watching you intently as you cleaned your blood off of you.

a/n: Cielo - Sky (affectionate nickname) Mierda - Shit . I’ll def be writing more Miguel so whatever nickname he says in spanish is normally what my parents call eachother! The title is taken from this song. Also i just redid my page, hope y’all like it!!!

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tuiccim · 4 months

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Pickup Game

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3509

Warnings: Flirt, Fluff, Smut, Oral (f rec)

Summary: An after party game of pickup lines leads to a confession and an even more fun night in bed.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

The after party of just Avengers and close friends was in full swing. Drinks and laughter flowed as you enjoyed each other's company.

“Okay, okay. Your best pick up line! Let’s have ‘em!” Clint yells over the most recent spate of laughter. “Tony, whatcha got?”

Tony smirks before opening his arms wide and declaring, “I am Iron Man.” He grins as everyone heckles him, “What can I say? Works every time!”

“Really?” Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Used to! Used to work,” Tony backpedals. “Rhodey, save me here, buddy!”

“Okay, okay,” Rhodey laughs as he glances at Natasha who is standing by him and tugs at his sleeve, “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

"Nice," Natasha scoffs.

"Let's hear yours then!" Rhodey huffs.

"Ever had a White Russian?" Natasha asks, holding up her glass.

"No," Rhodey looks at her suspiciously.

"Want to?" She says seductively.

Rhodey chuckles, "Smooth. Okay, Clint, what've you got?"

Clint bats his eyes at Sam, standing next to him and says, "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes, big boy?"

Sam laughs while rolling his eyes, "So, what you guys are telling me is that you have no game?"

"Give us your best then, Rocket Man!"

"You know, dating is a numbers game. So, can I have yours?" Sam grins.

"Boooring!" Tony heckles. "Steve, what's your favorite?"

"I've never been good with pickup lines. That was more Bucky's territory," Steve tilts his head towards the dark-haired super soldier.

"Thanks," Bucky says sarcastically, "I'm a little out of practice with pickup lines."

"Aw, come on, Buck, give it a shot," you pipe in and then try to hide your embarrassment at having drawn attention to yourself. Even though you hoped he'd test out the line on you. Your attraction to the man was undeniable and you'd harbored a crush since you'd met him. You leaned back against the wall with your hands behind your back and raised your eyebrow in challenge to him.

Bucky's face betrayed a moment of discomfiture before he straightened his shoulders and stepped over to you. He placed a hand on the wall above you, leaning in with a small smirk, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

You could hear some chuckling and comments in the background but it faded as you stared up at Bucky. God, he was fine as hell and you were doing your best to control your erratic heartbeat.

"Sorry, doll, that wasn't very good, huh?"

You don't know where the gall came from but, before you realized what you were doing the words slipped out of your mouth. "Don't worry, Buck, I'm not big on being picked up. I prefer to be pinned down." Your eyebrow raised as you said the words and you smirked, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip.

Bucky's jaw drops as the room erupts in laughter and cheers. Tony crows, "She wins!"

Clint laughs heartily as he agrees, "Hands down!"

After a few moments, you reach up and close Bucky's mouth, “And to answer your questions, yes, I would,” you whisper with a wink as you walk away.

A little while later, the party was winding down and you decided it was time to slip out. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Thoughts ran amuck as to what Bucky thought of you and whether the attraction you felt was reciprocated. He’d been in a conversation with some of the guys since the game ended and you hoped to catch a glimpse, some sign of mutual interest but now you were walking away with your tail between your legs. God, what must he think of you and that brazen comment.

Hitting the button for the elevator, you berate yourself for thinking you ever stood a chance. Your head snapped up when a deep voice whispered, “You know, you have a beautiful body.”

Grinning, you turn and press yourself against Bucky, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smirks at you. Without warning, he stoops and picks you up as if you weigh nothing.

“Bucky!” You squeal as the elevator doors open.

He carries you in, hitting the button for his floor with his elbow, “Don’t worry, doll. I know you aren’t big on being picked up but I’ll have you pinned down soon enough.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “It was just a line, Buck.”

His confidence falters for a second, “Oh, uh-”

“Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” you smirk.

“Oh, you’re naughty,” Bucky laughs.

“I prefer ‘playful’.”

“I like playful,” Bucky adjusts you in his arms so that your back is pressed to the elevator wall and your faces are at the same level.

You use the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and look at him expectantly.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You’re surprised by the request after the way he’d handled you. It warmed your heart that he would seek your consent and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “Please.”

The kiss is intense. He presses into you as his lips move over yours. His tongue slips out seeking entry and you oblige him immediately. You separate only when the elevator dings your arrival. He lowers your legs gently and takes your hand. Leading you down the hallway, Bucky says awkwardly, “I, uh, was kind of surprised when you, um, said that tonight.”

“What? The pickup line?” You tilt your head as you look at him.

“No, the… thing you whispered afterwards.”

“Really, why?” You thought your feelings for him were fairly obvious.

“I mean, I’m a mess and you’re so put together. I just,” he shrugs, “kinda thought you were out of my league, ya know.”

“No,” you laugh, “no, I don’t know. I have never thought of myself as put together. Thanks for that but I’m kind of a mess, too. I think we all are in our own ways.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Bucky smiles as he opens his door and guides you in.

You suddenly feel awkward as you walk inside the room. The passion displayed in the elevator had mellowed as you walked and talked together into a camaraderie. You were unsure how to get back to it.

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, his lips brushing your neck and his hands caress your hips. You jump a little at the unexpected contact.

“I think I had enough earlier,” you breathe, heat pooling between your legs.

“I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had nearly enough. I need another taste,” Bucky says as he turns you around to capture your mouth. You oblige him willingly, snaking your arms around his neck as you arch into him.

Abandoning any reserve you would normally have, you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He reaches for the zipper of your dress but his hands still. You pull back to look at him curiously.

“You’re sure?” He asks.

You smile and pull the tails of his shirt from his pants while saying, “Barnes, if you don’t get me naked and pin me down, I will never forgive you.”

He pulls you against him forcefully, grinning as he pulls down your zipper, “We can’t have that.”

Clothes are discarded quickly as he backs you to the bed. Bucky slides his hands into your panties to grab your ass and you gasp when he picks you up. Laying you on the bed he pulls your panties off. You expect him to follow you down but instead his eyes take a slow path up your body. Propping yourself on your elbows, you resist the urge to cover yourself but tremble as he studies you. He smiles, grabs a discarded t-shirt, and rips the bottom half from it. Your eyebrow raises at the display.

“And what do you plan to do with that, Sgt. Barnes?”

His smirk as he advances has butterflies dancing in your stomach. He grabs your arms, twists the shirt around your wrists, and hauls them above your head as he pins you to the bed.

“Happy now?” Bucky rumbles as he kisses your neck.

“Almost. I’d like these off,” you use your legs to pull at the underwear he still has on, “and an orgasm or two would be nice.”

Holy shit, you don’t know where this confidence had come from. Maybe because Bucky wanted you. Maybe because of whatever drink that was that Natasha had handed you. Whatever it was, you were enjoying the results.

“Only one or two?” Bucky teases as he nibbles along your clavicle. “I bet I can do better.”

“Is that so?” You gasp as his tongue plays over your nipple.

“Mm-hm,” he murmurs before plucking at your other nipple with his lips. He lets go of your hands that are still bound above your head as he slides his tongue down your stomach. Your breathing picks up when he reaches your navel and proceeds to kiss his way down to your mound. Your eyes screw shut to take in every sensation. When he spreads your legs further apart, you feel the contrast of warm skin and cool metal on your thighs. Anticipation builds, making you lick your lips and you can’t help the whimper that slips out when you feel a gentle finger trace your slit.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers reverently before his tongue follows the same path as his fingers. His metal arm curls around your leg and he rests his hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you in place as he explores your folds. It was almost unbearable, the way his tongue slid around to touch everywhere but where you needed him most.

“Bucky, please,” you whimper desperately.

His chuckle rumbles against your core. His fingers replace his tongue, taking the same lazy path. “Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want?” His finger tip barely grazes your clit and you whine. “Are you feeling needy?” His finger circles your entrance and his tongue gives the softest lick to your clit. Your hips flex, desperate for more friction, making Bucky press his metal hand more firmly against you. “I like seeing you like this.” Another small lick to your clit. “Wet, under me, and so desperate.”

“Bucky, pleeeaase,” you can’t keep the whine out of your voice. You don’t think you’ve ever been quite so turned on and the teasing was making you a writhing mess.

“Say please again and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please!” the word rushes out of you. His fingers and tongue driving you mad.

His tongue moves slowly, lapping back and forth over your clit while his finger still teases. It’s maddeningly delicious but not enough at the same time. He holds your hips hostage, not allowing you to move. You mewl with each motion of his tongue over you, your body on fire and screaming for just a little more until your mouth opens to plead, “More! Oh, god, I need more!”

Bucky lifts his head, a devilish smirk across his mouth, “Oh, precious, you didn’t say please. We’ll have to start all over again now.” His finger goes back to tracing the slow path over your cunt.

“What?” You gape at him as he plays with you.

“You didn’t say please, doll,” Bucky repeats, allowing his lips to brush over your thigh, far too far from where you wanted his lips.

You felt like crying. You felt like screaming. You felt like ripping off your bindings, flipping him over, and riding his face until you came all over it. Unfortunately, you knew you’d never overpower him and, if you were really honest with yourself, this little game he was playing was hot as fuck. You’d never been treated like this and he had made you a gushing mess.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. Please, please, I need more,” you whimper at him with doe eyes, hoping for a reprieve.

“You need more, precious?” Bucky’s finger grazes lightly over your clit.

“Oh, please!” Your hips try to buck against his hold but he merely chuckles as he holds you in place easily. His finger circles your clit slowly as his tongue takes a meandering path up your thigh.

“Please, baby, please!” You whine as he makes his way back to your apex and are rewarded when his tongue takes the place of his finger. His motions are still slow and deliberate while his finger brushes over your entrance again causing you to clench around nothing. Desperate for more, you start to say the one word you know will earn you some relief, “Plea- OOH!!!-” In the middle of your plea, his finger had entered you and he sucked on your clit suddenly. “Yes, fuck, please, please, please…,” the word became your only mantra as he fucked you with fingers and tongue. Your legs began to shake and then he curled his fingers into that perfect spot, making bright white flash before your eyes and a scream rend from your throat. You came hard, your muscles clenching. Your legs try to close but Bucky’s broad shoulders between them keep you open to him. He laps at you through the aftershocks.

“Fuck, I could stay here for days,” Bucky groaned. His fingers curled slowly as his tongue made gentle licks.

You gasped and moaned, words and thoughts hard to come by in the haze. “Bucky,” you finally manage to whisper his name as if it was the sweetest endearment.

“I know. I know, doll. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” his mouth nuzzled you as he said the words. Flicks of his tongue came closer together, “I need another one from you, precious. Gotta hear you make those sweet sounds again.”

“Bucky, oh, fuck. Please, it’s so good,” you gasp the words out, nearly overstimulated and yet still desperate for his touch.

“You know how hard I am hearing you say that?” Bucky groans against your clit, vibrations coursing through you. His tongue begins moving faster, making swift circles.

“I… I- fuck. Please,” you stutter, unable to form sentences anymore. Bucky’s fingers curl more firmly into that spongy spot inside and your back tries to arch despite his arm holding you firmly in place. He was moving his tongue as if his sole purpose in life was to make you fly into a million pieces. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words and so close to the edge again. When he growled against you again, your eyes flew open and you looked down your body at him. His cobalt eyes met yours and the intensity in his gaze was a hit straight to your core. Your muscles began to spasm as you watched him, so focused on your pleasure and aroused by your responses. Your scream is stifled by the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm that rips through you. Your hands flex around the bonds that hold them in place.

As Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you manage to come back to yourself… mostly. You wanted to touch him, to hold him against you, to run your hands over his body. You attempt to untwist your hands from the scrap of t-shirt but the deceptively loose looking knot doesn’t budge.

“Bucky, baby, please can you untie me?” You whisper.

Bucky had paused at your breasts to show them some attention. They were deserving of the most reverent of worship in his mind. His tongue traced your nipple before he spoke, “Why? I’ve got you tied up, pinned down, and perfectly on display for me.”

“I want to touch you, please,” you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth to gently suckle.

“Hmm,” he muses as he makes his way to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. “If you’ll answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you sigh, enjoying each motion of his mouth over you. You feel the rumble of his chuckle at your quick response.

“How long?” He asks.

You slide your leg to brush against his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs before saying cheekily, “I didn’t bring a measuring tape with me but I’d say more than adequate.”

Bucky lets out a small moan at the contact and then chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, baby?”

“How long did I waste not having you in my bed?” Bucky asks as he brings his face level to yours.

“You mean, how long have I wanted you or are you asking how long I’ve liked you?”

“Both,” Bucky narrows his eyes but gives you a small smile.

“If I’m really honest, I’ve always wanted you. You’re kinda hot, ya know?” You smile and bite your lip.

“And the other?” Bucky asks, flexing his hips into you so that his hard cock nestles between your legs.

You gasp and arch into him, “About five minutes after meeting you.”

“Seriously, when?” Bucky scoffs gently.

“You were so sweet and a little self-conscious and I just adored you,” you nudged his nose with yours, encouraging his lips to find yours. He kissed you, long and lovingly, while he released your hands. You both seemed to settle into each other as your hands explored, finally free. The heat began to return, hips flexing into each other, craving the friction, but before things got too carried away, you cradled Bucky’s face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “How long?” You repeat his question.

“Always,” he whispers passionately before taking your mouth again.

It was all you needed. You reached for the band of his underwear, wanting nothing left to separate you. You managed to get the offending garment off of him and circle his cock with your hand. He takes a sharp intake of breath and then groans. Definitely more than adequate, you think to yourself.

“Doll,” Bucky presses his forehead to yours, “I need to be inside you.”

“Oh, precious, you didn’t say please,” you tease him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick. Your core aches to be filled but you can’t resist the chance to tease him just a bit as he’d done to you earlier.

Bucky chuckles, “Knew I should have kept you tied up.”

You rub the head of his cock over your clit and whimper loudly in his ear, “I still haven’t heard it.” You pump him in your hand but still won’t let him slip into you despite his attempts to maneuver his hips.

“Fuuuuck, please!” Buchy growls, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You waste no time lining him up with your entrance. He presses in a few agonizingly slow inches before grabbing your hands and hauling them above your head. He stares into you as he growls out, “I should pin you down,” he sinks in a little more, “and tease you mercilessly.” His hips slide slowly forward until he’s fully seated inside of you. “But I don’t think either of us would survive it right now.” He slides out a couple of inches before snapping his hips forward, taking your breath away. He sets a slow but driving pace, staring into your eyes as he fucks you. His hands slide down to hold your face and he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts coming a little faster as he does. You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him to you, sliding one down to grab onto his ass. You encourage every movement, the drag of his cock tipping you closer to the precipice.

He buries his face in your neck, whispering praises and encouragement, “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.”

“Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna-,” your breath catches as you fall over the edge. Your body sings as you come, trembling and moaning with each wave.

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll. So fucking pretty,” Bucky grits out as you clench around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to lose himself inside you. His hips flex with each aftershock that hits him.

Rolling to his side, Bucky pulls you against him. You nuzzle his chest as you both catch your breath. Despite the lethargy settling over both of you, Bucky's hands wander continuously over your skin and you bask in the attention.

“You'll stay, won't you?” Bucky whispers.

“I don't know,” you say sleepily, “Do you hog the covers?”

Bucky chuckles, “I'm pretty good at sharing.”

“Mmm, then I'll stay,” you yawn and a little giggle escapes you.

“What?” Bucky smiles at your mirth-filled eyes.

“That's the first time a cheesy pick up line ever worked on me,” you giggle again.

“I'll have to come up with some others. See if I get lucky again,” Bucky laughs as he kisses the top of your head.

“I'd say your chances are pretty good,” you smirk at him, “But maybe next time, I should be the one to pin you down.”

“Only if you say please, doll.”

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devilfic · 11 months

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part two to this because I can't stop thinking about them

you're actually really good at this.

miguel can count on one hand, maybe a few fingers less than that, the number of times he's met his match. not many could keep up with him, could take a blow from the full weight of his fist and stay standing, but you can. and you're relentless.

he could be shaking with rage and by the time he's spent sparring with you, you're still grinning with all the energy you had from when you first started. it's the thing that really excites you, he notices: the thrill of the chase, the struggle, the victory and defeat. because he never sees you get like that unless he's taking you. to the mat.

you get this feverish look in your eyes that he doesn't know how to satiate yet, but he likes testing your limits the same way you test his. he likes seeing that excitement on your face, it makes him keep coming back for more.

until he splits your cheek open.

you hadn't calculated correctly, hadn't considered how close his talon would come to your face until it had torn the skin beneath your eye in two. the blood dribbles down your cheek.

miguel's eyes go wild. when he first felt the resistance against his claw, he'd thought of much, much worse. he'd stood there, hand hovering between the two of you in a stunned silence waiting for something worse to happen. he watched the red pearl at the cut, so slim that had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have even hesitated, "shit."

you touch a finger to the blood, smearing it, "it's okay, it's nothing."

it is nothing. to anyone else in the spider society, it would be nothing. the super healing would kick in and wouldn't even scar. and he'd seen you heal before, had left bruises on you that mended themselves within hours.

he presses his thumb to the cut. a bead of your blood sits on the surface of his finger, a reminder that as strange and wonderful and powerful as you are, you bleed all the same. you watch him, curious, "you can have some. if you want."

his eyes flicker to you with that same shock from when you'd first caught him off guard, "what?"

you gesture to his thumb, "my blood. I don't mind it."

miguel stares, "I'm not a vampire."

"that's what gwen called you."

"I'm... spiders have fangs."

you frown, "then why-"

"are you sure you're okay?" miguel asks, even though he sees for himself that the blood has stopped. soon, your skin would sew itself back together. soon, this wouldn't even matter.

you soften. you melt. miguel doesn't know what to do with all the warmth in your expression... "of course. I can handle you, o'hara. no need to be gentle." and there you go again. you know exactly what you're doing when you say those words and look up at him like that. he feels hot under the collar. he presses his thumb into your cheek and smears the blood even more, but you just laugh, "I knew you had a soft spot for me."

his grumble is meant to be a growl—a warning—but he comes off sounding like a puppy who's bitten off more than he could chew, "not in this universe."

part three

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amhrosina · 11 months

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Love Bites

Summary: Your complicated relationship with Miguel is pushed beyond the usual bounds when you ask him to give in to his deepest desire.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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a/n: i'm unashamed to announce that all i thought about when Miguel was on that giant movie screen was writing a fic where Miguel bites reader...........clearly i was team edward.

warnings: porn with some plot, mostly just porn though, p in v sex, Miguel is sort of a grump, undefined relationship between reader and Miguel, biting kink???, mentions of blood, etc.

“Shhh, baby.” Miguel cooed, pressing his hand over your mouth to quiet your whimpering moans. “You’re taking me so well, honey. Y’just have to be a little quieter.”

You could barely hear him, so caught up in the pleasure of having him deep inside you that his voice was a gentle murmur in the back of your mind. You were on the verge of, yet another, orgasm at the hands of Miguel, who was currently thrusting into you so hard you were sure you’d go flying off his desk if he didn’t have a firm grip on your hip.

“No one’s here, Miguel.” You whined, albeit a little quieter than before, and muffled from the hand he still pressed against your lips. “They all went home hours ago. We’re the only ones crazy enough to still be working this late.”

Was this still considered working? You’d been going at it for at least an hour.

“You don’t know that.” He emphasized his words with a harsh thrust, seducing a rather loud whine from your throat. “Stop that.”

As annoyed as he probably sounded, you knew he didn’t mean a word he was saying to you. How many times had he pushed you into this desk and begged to feel you clenching around him? How many times had you let him? The cycle that made up you and Miguel’s relationship was vicious and addicting - a clash of skin on skin, teeth against teeth, body against body - if any of the other spider-people knew just how well Miguel knew your body, they’d raise even more hell about his favoritism of you.

Because of course it was obvious to any casual passer-by that Miguel and you were something. Friends? Miguel didn’t really have any, and neither did you. Lovers? You were almost positive that lovers communicated beyond ‘Can I take your pants off?’ and ‘Fuck me so hard I forget my name, please.” Co-workers? Well, if tearing each other’s clothes off every time you were alone counted, then sure, Miguel was your co-worker.

“Miguel.” You whined, arching into his bare chest and moaning when your nipples rubbed against the hard muscles that made up his body. Your current position - naked and being fucked into Miguel’s desk - was arguably a dangerous one. If someone did happen to still be at HQ and came anywhere near Miguel’s workspace, there was no chance you’d be able to hide what you were doing. “Use your super-hearing. No one’s here.”

Miguel faltered for a few seconds, pausing his movements - because God knows he couldn’t focus on anything but your sweet pussy while he was moving inside you - so that he could focus on the noises around his office. You tried to control your breathing, allowing him to move through each floor until he was certain no one was around to hear your moans.

“There’s no one here.” He bobbed his head once, confirming what you’d been trying to tell him for the better part of an hour. That was all you were going to get from him. He’d never say outright that you were right, but the softened caress of his fingers over your jaw was enough to tell you he at least acknowledged your contribution.

“So I can be loud again?” You questioned, spreading your legs wider so he could thrust into you as deep as possible.

“No, needy girl.” He shook his head, the softness in his eyes now replaced with something carnal and lusty. He cupped your jaw with both hands and thrusted all the way into you, grunting when you involuntarily clenched around his thick length.

“Why not?” You whined.

“Because when you’re moaning like that in my ear, cariño, I can feel myself losing control.” He grunted, gently rocking in and out of you. He kissed your shoulder before softly resting his forehead against it. “Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

You blinked once, twice. This was uncharted waters for you and Miguel. He’d never vocalized these fears before, and you weren’t sure what that meant.

“You won’t hurt me, Miguel.” You tentatively cradled his head against your body, running your fingers through his soft, black hair. “I trust you.”

He abruptly pulled away from you, meeting your gaze with what looked like both, confusion and hope in his eyes. You watched him watch you, unsure if you’d gone too far. Did co-workers/lovers/friends often have vulnerable conversations when tied together in the most intimate way possible?

“You trust me?” He was still softly thrusting in and out of you, and you wondered how long he’d been wanting to have this conversation. Had it been days? Weeks?

“Of course.” You scoffed, as if what you were saying had been obvious, though clearly it had been weighing on Miguel’s mind for quite some time. “You can let go with me, Miguel. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, okay?”

He paused, mulling over your words for a moment before tentatively nodding. You smiled, and suddenly Miguel’s mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t remember which way was up or down because his mouth was downright sinful. A spark erupted in your chest, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. It was every skyscraper you’d ever jumped off of, every leap of faith you’d taken while swinging through the city, every goosebump you’d ever felt, tingling throughout every nerve in your body.

Miguel, in all his silent glory, must’ve felt it too, because he let out the most delicious moan you’d ever heard in your life before deepening the kiss even further. His tongue swiped over yours, and in a swift, thoughtless motion, he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth before trailing down to your neck. His thrusts were relentless and deep, a wild juxtaposition to the gentleness of his mouth nibbling at your throat. And Jesus, you’d never considered biting to be something that turned you on, but the thought of Miguel sinking his sharp fangs into your skin as he fucked you was, arguably, the hottest and most fucked up thing you’d ever thought about in your life.

An involuntary moan echoed out of you at the thought, and you found yourself mumbling incoherently into his ear.

“Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Mig-”

“You sound so sweet when you’re moaning my name, baby.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning to your neck. He nibbled, licked, and sucked along the column of your throat, getting more aggressive the louder you moaned. The familiar heat that coiled in your core was so close to erupting that you started to talk before you realized what you were doing.

“Can you…” You trailed off, panting and a little embarrassed at the question you wanted to ask.

“Can I what, amor?” He gripped your hips, slamming into you with such force that you felt the words tumbling out of you.

“Can you bite me?”

A low groan slipped from his throat, so far gone in the pleasure that he barely hesitated before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The pain was almost immediately coated by such an immense warmth that your orgasm suddenly and violently ricocheted through your body. You shook against Miguel, shuttering with every pass of his tongue over the mark he’d left on you.

Miguel wasn’t far behind you. You were unknowingly clenching around him so hard that he couldn’t stop the pleasure from overtaking him as well. He sunk his teeth into your throat, marking you harshly enough that you were sure it would leave a huge, purple bruise. He grunted, movements faltering, before thrusting into you deeply and coming.

Blood slowly trickled from the wounds on your neck and shoulder, and he eagerly licked at them while you tried to come down from what was arguably the highest you’d ever been. Every time his tongue passed over the sensitive marks, a spark of pleasure shot through you so violently that you eventually had to shove his mouth away from them.

“That was…insane.” You finally said, laughing at how blissed out Miguel looked. “But I liked it.”

“You’re going to be so bruised tomorrow.” He noted, mirroring your grin with a wide one of his own.

And you suddenly realized how fucking handsome he was when he smiled. You knew, of course, that Miguel was objectively the hottest person you’d ever seen, but he’d never smiled at you that way before - vulnerable, walls down for once - and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him again.

“We should pro-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. It was slow and sweet and even though he briefly tensed when your lips met his, he eventually eased into the kiss, allowing himself the sweet indulgence of kissing the pretty girl in front of him. When you finally pulled away from him, lips swollen and red and maddening, he let out a soft whimper in protest.

“It’s only midnight.” He mumbled, glancing at the clock before kissing you again.

“If you try to make me get back to work after this, I’m going to slap you, Miguel O’Hara.” You breathed.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I was going to say let’s call it a night.”

You suddenly became very aware of his length still buried in you. Surely, if he didn’t want this to continue, he would’ve pulled out earlier, right? He wouldn’t be kissing you like you were the only girl in the world, right? But Miguel had always been temperamental, sometimes hot, usually cold. Unease coiled in your gut as you tried to figure out where his head was at. This joining had certainly felt different than the other times you’d been with him, but did that really mean anything when it came to Miguel?

“My place or yours, Mami?”

Your heart thundered at the nickname, and all the doubt from moments before was replaced with thoughts of him, him, him.

“Either one.” You shrugged, “We’ll have to stagger our arrival times tomorrow so no one suspects us. Especially with these.” You pointed to the bite marks on your shoulder and neck.

“Or,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “we could say fuck it and show up together.”

You blinked up at him, wondering if he meant what you thought he meant.

“What about the bites? Don’t you think people might think they’re…weird?”

He shrugged again. “Let them. I don’t care. They make you feel good, so fuck everyone else, baby.”

“Is this ‘nice-Miguel’ going to stick around or is it just because you’re high on blood right now?” You teased.

He scowled, but you noticed the tiny tick in his jaw that indicated a hidden smile. “You saying I’m not nice, baby?”

“You’re a perpetually grumpy person, Miguel.”

“Not with you.” He grumbled.

“Especially with me.” You corrected, kissing the tip of his nose. “But I like that about you.”

“You do?” He perked up, grinning slightly.

“Yes.” You nodded earnestly. “Of course I do.”

He nuzzled into your neck, resting his head on your unmarked shoulder, and mumbled, “I like you too.”

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babyjakes · 5 months

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help me hold onto you.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex pollen

pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader

warnings | sex pollen (reader was exposed to some sort of chemical agent that induced a persistent state of hyperarousal.) medical elements (reader is staying in the medbay.) crying (not related to the sexual interactions.) stevie is soooo soft :')). dialogue is soft and sweet, gentle praise and encouragement included. fingering. tummy rubs bc they make me soft. she comes quick! intense, prolonged orgasm. the beginnings of aftercare.

word count | 1,356

"Hey, hey- okay. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Just tell me what you need."

Steve's brow was raised in gentle concern as he stood over your hospital bed. Dr. Banner had set you up in a secluded room at the end of the medbay, wanting to give you as much privacy as possible given the nature of your condition. It was still all a bit baffling to Steve; Bruce had shared any information he had available on the mysterious chemical you'd been exposed to out on your mission to a foreign bioweaponry facility, but most of it had gone in one of the supersoldier's ears and out the other. "Persistent heightened state of arousal" was the only phrase he was able to cling to, which still didn't feel like much to go off of.

As he stood there at your bedside, though, those words were all of a sudden making a lot more sense. You were a pitiful sight, really- curled up on your side with your knees hugged up to your chest. Your whole body was shaking, something that tore at your teammate's heart as he came to better terms with the severity of the state you were in. Overcome with obvious discomfort, all you could do was lie there and rub your sore knees together uselessly. Your hands reached out for him needily; in an instant, he was lowering himself down to sit beside you, leaning over you attentively as his face filled with concern.

"Oh doll," he hummed, reaching out to brush back your hair with a steady hand. Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your big eyes looking up at him pleadingly. As another wave of unbearable heat rolled over you, tears were building in your eyes. "How can I help, sweet girl?" Steve was pressing, "Is there anything I can do?"

In a moment of total weakness, you reached out for him again. This was completely abnormal behavior for you. Being the youngest and newest to the team, you were always intentional about maintaining an image of responsibility and restraint. But as Steve sat there at your side, his steel blue eyes looking over you so thoughtfully as he gently offered you his hands, your hijacked mind was fixating on him faster than you could realize what was happening.

"P-please," the weakness of your small voice broke Steve's heart. He nodded encouragingly, wanting to do anything he could to ease your suffering.

"What is it, honey? Hmm? What do you need?" he asked soothingly.

More tears built in your eyes as you failed to generate a verbal response. Instead, all you could do was continue to writhe pathetically. Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of your movements. "Does something hurt?" You whimpered feebly at his question, shaking your head. "No, then what is it, sweetheart? Can you tell me, or- or show me?"

Desperation drove your every move as you shifted slightly onto your back, your knees falling apart as you brought a shaking hand down to motion over your hospital gown toward where the sensations were accumulating. If Steve was surprised or offended by your admission, he didn't let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, speaking with an understanding tone, "It's bothering you there, darlin'? Do you want me to take a look?"

Your wide, pleading eyes were enough to answer his question. Pausing, he took a moment to consider the best way to proceed. After a quick glance back at the door to the hallway, seeing that the coast was seemingly clear, he gently brought his hands over to lift up the thin fabric of the gown, pulling it back to expose the area you had pointed to. Steve couldn't help but gasp softly as he saw the ramifications for the first time; any doubts he could've had about the compound's strength or effects were immediately shot down as he faced the living, breathing evidence.

"Oh honey," he crooned worriedly, leaning his head down a bit to get a better look. Your pussy was so puffy it almost looked painful. Your clit was swollen to about three times its normal size, pulsating visibly in unison with your heavy heartbeat. Bruce had placed a wide gauze pad beneath you, and it wasn't hard to see why; with the constant state of arousal your body was trapped in, you were amassing an impressive amount of self-lubricant. Face drawn in disbelief and honest fascination, Steve struggled to find words to console you. "Sweetie, what can I do? Let me help you," his voice was swelling with concern. Swallowing hard, his gaze returned up to your face. "Can I-... would it help if I-... you know...?" The sweetest hint of pink rose up in his cheeks.

You were unsure of what would happen if he tried, but with the way your stomach was lurching and spasming in excitement at the mere thought, both you and Steve knew it would be senseless to not at least give it a try. Sensing your mild confliction, the supersoldier took a moment to brush back your hair again as his soothing voice filled the air, "It's alright, doll. Let me take care of you. S'just me, just Stevie. I'll be gentle, I promise."

As he spoke, he gently drew his hand down to begin rubbing at your inner thigh. Letting out a squeak of surprise, your heart jumped at the way his touch immediately sent sparks shooting up through your tangled nerves. "Easy," he hummed lowly, pushing on you carefully to encourage you to open up your legs a little further. Once you were nice and spread out for him, he took another deep breath. "Okay darlin'. Just keep breathing for me," he seemed to be trying to calm his own nerves as much as he was yours.

With the lightest amount of pressure he could manage, Steve carefully brought his pointer and middle middle fingers to sink slightly into your pool of arousal. They didn't linger long, as they then slowly dragged up your wetness to smear over your enlarged clit. The moment he came in contact with your poor button, your world was set ablaze. You had never felt such unbearable heat in your life; it was as if every atom within your core was being blasted into smithereens, an incredible amount of energy and pressure building up inside of you as a result.

"Easy, easy- shhhh," Steve was doing his best to talk you through it, watching as your hands scrambled to grip the sheets below you, your hips rocking in shameless desperation.

"Mm.... mmhh... hhh..." you struggled through incoherent whines. The man brought his free hand over to rub your tummy gently, trying to give you any sense of comfort and safety he could as he continued working the pads of his fingers in careful, steady circles.

It only took a few more moments of the simple stimulation to send an orgasm ripping through you with unimaginable force; as Steve saw your climax hit, his eyes widened, but he was intent on carrying you through it. Needy cunt spasming around nothing, your clit jerked and jolted beneath his tender traces. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your whole body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

And you kept coming, and coming, and coming- trapped in the grips of your orgasm for what must have been minutes compared to the fleeting moments you were usually granted. "Good, let it out," Steve was murmuring softly, watching as all your pent-up frustration was slowly pulled from your seizing body.

When you were finally winding down, breathless and slumped against the flimsy mattress beneath you, he was careful to pull his hands away with the utmost care to avoid causing you any further discomfort or unwanted stimulation. As he stood momentarily to find something to wipe his hands with, you let out a shaky whimper. "No, no, I'm here," he quickly returned to your side, retaking his place next to you on the cot. "I'm right here, doll. You're okay. Here, let me clean you up a bit, honey."

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Werewolf!migs and ovulating reader headcanons that I'm gonna turn into a one-shot (hopefully) soon.

Werewolf!migs who has a heightened sense of smell and goes berserk when you're ovulating. It's like your body is basically begging him to fuck some pups into you and mark you as his. He can just imagine you all swollen and round with his cum all while being completely dependent on him and him only.

Werewolf!migs who slowly fucks your thighs while you sleep because even seeing you makes him rock hard but he can't bare to touch you when he can't look in your eyes.

Werewolf!migs who pleads for his special girl to stay home. As tempting as it is, you have to go which leaves him a horny mess. He spends the whole day jerking himself off to pictures of you while lying on your side of the bed with your panties pressed to his nose.

Werewolf!migs who has no idea why he's so desperate. You've been ovulating before and of course, he's wanted to fuck you mercilessly but it's never been this bad. His cock throbs and twitches at just the thought of you and these sticky beads of precum are nowhere near as sweet as your cunt.

Werewolf!migs who is too scared to show up to your work, scared he'll end up ruining you in front of your co-workers. So he calls you saying he needs you, all whiney and still rubbing his cock to the sound of your concerned voice, to say that he's sick and can't get better without his precious girl.

Werewolf!migs who feels guilty for tearing you away from the job you fought so hard to get just to soothe his insatiable craving for you.

Werewolf!migs who of course has to make it up to his darling girl by eating her out. He drapes your legs over his shoulders as he leans down to lap at your wet folds while dipping one of his calloused and scarred fingers into your dripping hole.

Werewolf!migs who can't get enough of his whimpering girl calling out his name and refuses to let you leave. He's got you now.

Werewolf!migs who is oh so careful as not to scratch at you with his claws because you're much to delicate to get wounded by him.

Werewolf!migs who loves watching his cum ooze out of you and letting you think you can finally rest on to immediately shove is cock back in. “Gotta make sure my cum takes, miel,” he grunts into your ear, breath hot on your skin.

Miel- honey

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara smut #atsv smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel headcanons #miguel au #marvel au

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 8

Gif caption: Top Gif: Frank Castle from Marvel's Punisher Bottom Gif: Joyce Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 range | female reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Nacny Wheeler (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Henderson (ST)

A/n: Guys. Halloween Happened this part you know what that means? Demo dogs most likely next chap

Warnings: underage drinking mentioned, also fuck nancy we donf like nancy this chapter

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The next day, your up, but Frank has work

So your alone at the house

Props to him for leaving a bowl of oatmeal and fruit for you

God you wish you knew how to cook like Frank does

Maybe you could try.

No you'd probably burn the house down.

A phone call causes you to carry over your breakfast

"Always while Im eatin' come on." Y/n playful protest

"Y/n?"

"Oh. Nancy Hey. Whats up-" Y/n asked.

"Here take the phone-"

"Hello?" It was Mike now.

"Oh. Hey Mikey what can I help you with?"

"Will...uh. Told me about you wanna Try D&D."

Y/n smiled, "I wouldn't mind watching over a game. I've never played it before. Oh. But I was gonna ask if Steve if he wanted to go see that horror movie. And was gonna see if Will wanted to work on our costumes."

"Steve?" Mike asked, "You're dating Steve!? Harrington?!"

"Well. Anything can change within a day Mike- but why is that so-"

There was a click.

"Hello? Mike? Nancy?" Y/n asked into the phone.

Okay. Odd?

Guess that means no D&D for you. Sadly

So you dialed Billy, maybe you could see him today.

"What?" He asked crankily

"Oh well hello to you too Hargrove."

"City bird." He realized, "hey."

Y/n smiled, "I was wondering. Could I come over?"

"Yeah..." he answered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "And. I dont have to sneak in. Or out?"

"Can we talk about this in person?"

"Yeah. I'm on my way." Y/n spoke.

You got dressed and put on your boots to make the trek to Billy's house

Luckily, you still got your leg strength from running and jumping and all that good shit in New York

You ring the door bell and Max answers it.

"Oh. Hey." Max smiled.

"Hey Max." Y/n smied

"Billy's in his room."

Y/n nodded unzipping her jacket, "did you like those comics?"

"Yeah! They were pretty cool. Know where I can get more?"

Y/n nodded, "I have more dont worry."

You walked through the house, following Billy's loud speakers.

Metal as usual, and even though you knocked he didnt hear you, so you walked in.

"Yo Hargrove!"

The music cut as he turned to her a smile stupidly happy.

"Glowing much pretty boy?" Y/n teased.

"Close the door."

Y/n did as asked as Billy came to her, engulfing her in a stupidly tight bear hug. What?

"Good news?"

"He's gone! He's really fuckin gone!" Billy spoke happily.

"Who?" Y/n asked with a laugh.

"Oh come on! I know you did this!" Billy cheered, "Two weeks! Of fuckin breathin' room! Thank fuckin you!"

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"What?" He asked, her sudden sour mood dampining his, "What! This is great!"

"He's supposed to be in Jail!" Y/n argued.

"He is!"

What? No thats. Thats not possible.

"I. Two weeks?! Two fuckin weeks?! Thats it!?" Y/n argued.

"Its two weeks! He's done breathing down my neck!"

"No Billy! He's suppose to get. Months! Years maybe! Not two weeks! Thats a slap on the hand!" Y/n argued.

Oh it was so hard to argue with Billy, especially when she seen him so happy for the first time

But he was just. OH so happy, that she eventually dropped it

And he tries to remind you its two weeks free of his dad but it just makes you more mad

He doesnt understand this was what you were suppose to do.

"City bird! Hey! Im talking to you!" Billy argued walking through the house as he followed her, "Where are you going!?"

"You don't understand!"

"Understand what?! You did it!"

"Did it!? Did it!? This is a joke Billy! 2 weeks?! My dad went after the people who killed his family! They killed them! Gunned them all down. He got not one! Not two three or four! 5 life sentences! The laws a joke! The System is A joke! You deserve better!"

You go to leave but he slams the door closed before you can open it all the way

Just for him to hug you

Maybe you should just relish in this small Victory after all Billy was Free from Neil for atleast two weeks.

"Im glad you got some freedom." Y/n spoke, "did he look like a truck hit him atleast?"

"More of less around four trucks."

Y/n laughed, "you want icecream? I want icecream."

So there you are both having on the hood of his Chevy Camaro

Thats when you bring up the family dinner

He only laughs

"Never again" oh he's coming, you'll drag him like he dragged you to the store

Also talk about Halloween

He gives you a 'really' look as you say your going trick or treating

"Free candy."

"Free Booze."

Fair enough, it is Billy

But you tell him maybe something childish will help him feel his true potential and he laughs at you

You both just BS and catch up

Yeah you told him your sucking faces with Harrington and he fake throws up in his mouth

"City bird city bird!" He called out face in hands as he leans on the hood "what am I gonna fuckin do with you?"

"What?" Y/n laughed, "I really do like him."

He looks up at her, "He's...I don't know...just seems...like a great match."

Billy gave her a 'really' look.

"What?! Oh come on. Mr. Jackrabbit."

"I own it." He argued, "Harrington doesn't."

"What?" Y/n asked, "Please. I don't think he's a sex addict like you-"

"That's not it." He defended, "jackrabbits hop around."

"What...no." y/n spoke, "Pietro didnt hop around."

"Okay. Okay." He spoke standing straight up, standing infront of her, "If he hurts you-"

"I'll call you. I promise."

He nodded, "promise?"

He held his pinky out for her as she linked pinkies with him, "Promise."

Seems just been away from each other for a day or two you both had alot to talk about.

Then you both driving for a bit and end up at your house

You work on your costume as he sits by the window smoking.

"What the hell is that?"

"My ant man helmet."

"Can't you just borrow his costume?"

That was a good question

Scott was the type of guy to let you borrow his costume for something like Halloween

"Yeah lets call him."

So you called Scott up

"Hey! Y/n! Y/n!" Scott spoke happily, "The one who too easily kicked my ass."

"Haha. Look I have a favor to ask."

"Let me guess, Im the coolest superhero and you need my help defeating someone."

"Well. You are cool. But I need to borrow the outfit. You know. That one."

"Why?"

"Halloween."

"Yeah fair enough I'll have Strange portal it to you." He told, "But hey! You better send some of those snacks you send Peter."

"Did everyone eat the snacks I sent Peter before Peter ate them?"

"Pfft....yeah. yeah we did." He answered, "They were good!"

So you got an orginal ant man suit even if it was a little snug

"Now thats fuckin badass." Billy cheered watching Y/n turn around who laughed.

"You think the kids will like it?"

"Kids?" Billy spoke, "Dont tell me you actually slept with Harrington-"

Y/n shook her head rolling her eyes as she took looked down at the outfit, "no. But my dads with a chick now and I told him i got trick or treating with him. Same with Nancy's brother who asked me."

"So you rather go trick or treating with some loser kids. Than hang out with me."

"Yes. I would very much." Y/n teased causing him to laugh and roll his eyes playfully, "Don't worry Hargrove you be jealous after the fact I get free candy."

You end up taking the suit off for now, and hanging it up.

Just for Peter to come through your window unannounced and over excited.

"Y/n! There's a Radioshack here! And Man you should web sling through the trees with me! Hence the outfit of you know Spiderman but Oh! My God! It's amazing-"

There Peter stands, spiderman mask gone and suit on as he looks at the two of you in the toom.

"And...you have a friend over- Im Peter! Well Spider Man!- Hi?"

So there goes Billy knowing another superhero identity

Also great for two of your best friends to meet finally

Peters surpised there's no line of questioning just to figure out Billy's already asked you all the usual questions when he found out about you

So you all end up hanging out at your house and basically you both get to tell stories about badass fights and aliens and what not

Yet the day runs out, and Frank ends up coming home meaning the others are probably gonna come over soon

Joyce and Will come over with the gang,

Everyone comes just to hang out, talking bullshit catching up so more

You show Will your room while Matt talks with Billy

"Pretty sick right-"

"Is that your coustume!?" He cheered.

"Yeah it is." Y/n smiled,

"can I put the helmet on?!"

"Hah. Yeah come on I'll help you."

You help Will put the helemt on, its too big for him so he has to hold the sides to see out the eye holes but he's amazed by it

"You look Avenger ready." Y/n smiled.

"You think?" He asked as Y/n pressed the side opening the mask up as he held a smile. "It opens too!"

You had no idea how happy Joyce actually was with Will being so vocal towards you

You dont remember yourself as a kid much but you wonder if you were anything like Will

Quiet but when excited when talking about something of intrest

And he told you all about his costumes

Then proceeded to go into the full entire lore of Ghost Busters

Which you didnt even know exist

You didnt even realize you fell asleep until you woke up early the next day

They put Will on a cot besides your bed, so that must've ment Joyce stayed over, and Peter was on the floor besides Will's cot.

You got out of bed and went into the living room just to see that supposedly everyone had past out in the living room and that included Billy.

You almost laughed actually

Matt was leaning against Frank who was leaning against him

So you went searching for the Polaroid camera

Founding it and full of film you went to take a picture

And Matt must've been so knocked out that he didnt even React.

But Billy did as he flinched awake

"Morin'"

"Mhm...yeah..." he groaned standing up stretching himself out as his bones cracked.

"You hungry?"

"Gimmie five mintues to wake up first damn."

"I'll take it as a yes."

So you started making everyone breakfast

Billy ended up helping you because he litterally watched you almost knock down a pan of hot bacon greese twice and you've barely even started.

And a soft knock causes you to get the door.

Its Steve. With flowers.

"Happy Halloween." He speaks with a smile, "For you."

"Thanks., Happy Halloween to you too," Y/n smiled looking at the orange and yellow sunflowers, "they're pretty."

"Just like you."

That made you giggle, Ew giggle?

Billy swears he'll puke in he hears you giggle again and you'd be right beside him puking your brains out

Steve's pretty pissed when he walks in and sees Billy cooking breakfast as you quickly put your flowers in a vase

"Last time I seen both of you together it was-"

"At the dinner." They both answered.

Y/n smiled, it was nice to have them around together

Though they really hated each other.

They enjoyed you attempt at breakfast

It wasnt a crazy breakfast just simple bacon, eggs and toast.

"Not bad." Billy complimented.

"Thanks." Y/n spoke, "Thought I would of burnt it."

"Just the toast." Steve teased causing Y/n to chuckle, "Burnt toast ends are good."

Y/n smiled poking at her eggs, "I'll have to remember that."

Steve smiled at her, as she held her smile back. The two catching eyes, locking and holding one anothers gaze.

Billy only rolls his eyes at the both of you

He just has a bad vibe off Steve

And that goes both ways

Soon everyone starts waking up and you get them coffee and breakfast

You get the Polaroid camera and take pictures of everyone

Madnai and Billy sitting next to each other of course show the bird

"My brother likes cameras." Will spoke sitting besides Y/n with his breakfast, they sitting on the porch together on the stairs.

Y/n smiled drinking some of the coffee, "Yeah? If he's anything like you, we could be good friends."

Will nodded looking down at his plate, the cold stealing heat from the food.

"You...lived in New York."

"Yes I did." Y/n spoke, "All my life almost."

"You've seen. Werid stuff?" Will asked, "Like. Stuff that's...scary?"

Y/n looked down at her mug, "...Yeah...I do."

"Do you dream about it?"

"All the time." Y/n answered, "what about you? Have any bad dreams?"

"Not last night." He answered.

"But before?"

Will nodded, "I get worried Im gonna hurt someone."

"Thats the good thing about nightmares." Y/n spoke, "they cant hurt anyone. Not anyone out here."

He nods as Y/n smiled, "So. What houses are we going after first? I know in New York the rich families always give out full bars."

"Here too. Same houses every year."

You both go inside, Will wanting some more eggs.

Joyce is glad to hear Will has no nightmares, its not often and she even jokes that she'd have to start having him have sleep over with you more

Its just a good time all around.

Billy's given up on convicing you to go to a party instead of trick or treating but did tell you where the party would be just in case

He leaves after a time, saying he had to check on his "shit head sister" you two quickly linking Pinkies before he leaving

"What was that?" Steve asked as they walked into her room.

"Handshake in a way." Y/n spoke.

"Bye Y/n!"

"Bye Will! Bye Joyce! I'll pick up Will in a few!" She called.

Y/n pulled the hanger down with the costume on it

"We don't have a handshake." Steve commented.

Y/n chuckled, "did you want to make one?"

"I wouldn't mind-" Steve started, as he turned around she getting undressed to put the suit on.

"I just thought it'd be cool. You know. With dating an all...plus. dont think any other girl would want to have a secret handshake."

A zipper was heard before Y/n's footsteps and he turned around: seeing her in full deep red leather with an accent of black.

"You look. Wow." Steve started looking at her in awe, "wow...is that-"

"Leather?" Y/n asked, "sure we can call it leather."

"You look."

Y/n raised a brow.

"Wow."

Okay is he gonna stop saying Wow now?

You can only laugh and walk out the room with the helmet in hand.

Apparently Peter's coming too because he's now in a toned down spiderman suit like the classic instead of the superfancy shiney one

"Whattya think? Think I could tag along?"

"I think your tags showing."

"What!? Really!? Aw man!"

Steve almost feels left out, but he said he was going to a party so not to really feel bad about it

You leave with Parker and Steve at your side bur before you do.

"Matt you're coming."

"Yeah alright."

Just drag Matt Murdock along on all your silly adventures

No you really just need him to flirt with Mrs.Wheeler so you can sneak Mike out the back door

Saying bye to Steve you kiss him quickly and then your on your way

"No daredevil outfit?" Y/n questioned Matt clearing his throat, "its on under your suit isn't it."

"Just in case."

"In case what? A tree attacks us?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just incase Y/n goes insane."

You only laugh at that and park infront of the Wheelers, getting out as Matt gets out with ease

"Act like your not blind. Just keep the glasses on and flirt with her. I'll go around back and Peter will keep the car going."

"Yeah yeah. Go go."

Operation break the kid out of his basement a go.

You quickly ran around back while Matt went to sweet talk Mrs.Wheeler

"Well...Hello." Mrs.Wheeler spoke with a smile, Matt smiling back.

"Hello. Ms?"

"Mrs. Wheeler. Karen Wheeler." She spoke, yeah sounds like she wouldnt be Mrs. For much longer talking like that.

You knock on Mikes basement door that leads to the back as he opens it seeing Three boys there.

"YOU'RE-"

"Shh!" Y/n shushed opening the helmet, "Sinclair, Wheeler- hi new kid."

"You're from the supermarket! Remember me? Dustin Dustin Henderson."

"Oh. Yeah. Hi. Now hurry up Mrs.Wheeler dosen't exactly like me."

They rushed to follow you and while Matt quickly said his goodbyes after painfully flirting with Mrs.Wheeler they all quickly got to the truck

"Come on we gotta go get Max!" Y/n spoke, taking the helmet off, "hold this would you Henderson?"

They all wanna wear it. They know your not all the really heros but damn. You do look it

You guys go pick up max, then Will

Thats where you "offically meet Johnathan"

"Hey. I'm-"

"Y/n....Y/n Castiglione..."

She smiled, "Thats me. Hehe...Jonathan I remember you from the lunch tables. Not very...social at school."

"No! No! I. I understand ya." He spoke as they shook hands, "nice to finally meet you."

"Right back at you."

"So uh. If you dont mind. Taking photos while there out."

"No not at all yeah. I'd love too."

Group of kids ready to rumble now

You take them to the "rich neighborhood" because thats where all the good candy is

They're all rushing to get out the car because they have to home by a certain time so they want all the candy they can get

Peter and Matt keep up with most of them

But Will's kinda lagging, so you stick with him. Gives for nice photos of the kids in the distance

You also snap a few pictures of Will trick or treating too

As well as denying people for pictures

But as you're standing there changing the film and waiting for Will to come back down you look up and he's gone

"Huh. Will! Will!" Y/n called just to hear him shivering from far away.

You managed to find him.

"Hey! Hey! Buddy. What's wrong?"

"Im sorry im sorry!" He cried.

"Come on lets take a breathe. Theres nothing to be sorry for." She tells him.

"Will?!"

"We're down here mike."

Mike rushed down to both of you and ask what happened

But Will says he just wants to go back and hang out with Mike at his place.

"Okay. Thats fine. Call your mom while your there? So she knows. And take this," Y/n spoke handing him the camera," Good memories right?"

He looks down at the camera and full roll and nods.

"Come on I'll take you both back."

So you do just that, drive them back to Mikes house.

"And please! Call your mother!"

"I will."

Y/n smiles, "Hey and Will."

He looks back at her, "If you ever need someone to back you up. I've got you."

"Thanks."

You hope he'd be okay, and that a friend could help him, but you have to go pick up the other kids too because its getting towards that time

So you take them home waving to them then driving off.

But one of the kids forgot something to there costume so you'll just give it back Monday.

So when you drop off Lucas and wave to Mr. And mrs.Sinclair goodbye you realize its not even that late.

"What are your thinking?" Matt questioned.

"Its only 10:30." Y/n spoke.

"And?" Matt spoke Peter handing him a tootsie roll, "thank you"

"I...could go to a party."

"We're going to a party?" Peter asked.

"No. I'm going to a party."

"You take peter i dont tell. You dont take Peter I tell." Matt spoke.

"What?! Why?" Y/n argued.

"Always need someone watching you back." Matt defended, "is this Bananana flavored what the hell!"

"What!? No way?! Thats a thing!?" Peter asked handing Matt another one.

"Steve will be there." Y/n defended.

"Oh." Matt spoke.

"What do you mean oh?"

"Oh. Like. Drinking, drugs, boys, bathrooms-"

"EW!" Peter and Y/n complained.

"Im telling the truth!" Matt defended opening the packet of candy and eating it, "who the hell gives out fruity tootise rolls!"

"So. I take Peter. We chill for a few hours we come back."

"Wait so I can go?"

"Yeah."

"Alright!"

Matts gonna murder you with the fruity tootsie rolls if you keep giving them to him.

You drop him off at his motel and then your off

Que you and peter almost getting lost for 25 mintues, real smooth

But you guys eventually make it

Just to find a guy hurling outside

"Wow. Hawkins Parties. Great." Peter joked.

You could only roll your eyes at him as you both went inside.

You could Find Steve but you found Billy

Being Billy

People hyping him up as he chugged what you assumed was the whole Keg he feeling like a king

Then spotted you

"Look who decided to show up!" He laughed, shouting over the music,"Put your kids too bed!?"

"Infact I did!" She laughed.

"Come on! Lets get you a drink!" He shouted

"No! No! Im not into the whole drinking think!"

"I know! But you be surpised that water and soda still exist here!"

So he takes you to go get a water and then runs off, you following just to loose him in the crowded house.

Thats when you spot Nancy, and go to say Hi but Steve's over there.

You much rather not intrude on there friendship, after all. You're always hanging around boys so you dont see a problem with Nancy hanging around or anyone else

Except Carol

We dont like Carol, or Heather aka the Bully

Peter finally finds you

"Already partying?" Y/n laughed.

"This kinda sucks." He answered grabbing a water.

"Yeah," y/n spoke, "Not everything they make it out to be."

"Wanna just go back to yours and build that lego set?" Peter asked then took a chug of water, but got no answer, "Y/n?"

What was Steve Harrington doing walking Nancy Wheeler to the bathroom just in sight And going in with her

"One sec."

You left Peter there as you went to the bathroom, in full honesty you expect to hear soothing words and puking

Not. Well.

"Its all Bullshit!" Nancy complained.

"Nanc, come on you're drunk, just puke your brains out and-"

"You're bullshit!" She argued.

"Nancy I don't-"

"Bullshit. Its all bullshit Steve. I love you!"

Y/n stayed still, "Nanc, I. Look I really like Y/n."

"But you don't love her. Its why its Bullshit! Who do you love?! Its me or her!"

"Nanc, you know you can't make me do that-"

"Its me. Or its her!"

You interveinded by knocking on the door.

"Nanc? I seen you come in here? Are you okay? You didnt look so good!"

The door opened to see Nanc still hunched over the sink, and Steve standing on the other side of her.

"Too much to drink?" Y/n asked him.

"No kidding." Steve told.

"Nancy? You okay?" Y/n asked going to stand her up straight.

"No-" her protest didnt last long as she fell over Y/n catching her.

"Alright lets get you some water-"

Nancy just pushed off her, and went off by herself

"Rude drunk much?" Y/n asked.

"I thought you weren't coming." Steve spoke up

"Kids went home." Y/n told, "Thinkin about goin there myself. Home. This aint my style."

"I could go with you." Steve mentioned.

"I've gotta drop Peter off." Y/n answered, "Maybe. Come over we go threw the candy stash?"

"At my house?" Steve asked.

"Your house? Steve your parents-"

"Aren't home." Steve finished for her, "I like Tootsie rolls. See you there."

He kissed your cheek and then left

You and Peter end up leaving and you telling him you were going to Steves

He starts teasing you

"Yeah? What about you and MJ?"

"Thats a different story!"

"Sure. Parker Sure."

You pulled up to the motel just for Karen to run up.

"Hey Karen-"

"Matt's gone."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"He's gone!" Karen complained.

"Come on he's blind but very much capable-"

"Y/n!"

"Okay! Okay! Let me park and we'll help look!"

It doesn't take long for you with a trusty flashlight to reach the nearby farms to see Matt out there

"Damn it Murdock! What in gods name are you-"

You had stepped into a pumpkin rather than tripping over one just to see your ankle high in rotten pumpkin guts.

You kick them off and walk over to Matt

"Dude everyones-"

"Shh-"

"Hey-"

"Shut up."

Well if Matt's telling you to shut up its usually important

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

He was silent for a moment, "look at the pumpkins below you. There. Rotted."

"Okay some bad crop maybe?"

"Pumpkins? Rotting on Halloween Night?" Matt asked grabbing a piece just for it to almost melt in his hand like ice cream on a hot day, "Crops this rotted would take days, weeks even. Why would it be so vast?"

"Matt. Its Hawkins. Its probably some old farmer that just cant get around fast enough." Y/n explained, "lets go now?"

He sighed, getting up and picking up his white cane and unfolding it, walking over to her, "somethings not right here, you need to tell me if you see anything."

"Matt. Its Hawkins!" Y/n protested.

"Y/n. Im blind!" Matt argued, "look what I do."

Matt did have a fair point, but you rather just. Stay away from that stuff

You were trying to ya know. Lay Low

Plus you had a boyfriend, and then there were the kids

And you just dont wanna rope them in to anything Superhero level dangerous

Certainly didnt want anything avenger level threat

You took Matt back and used the motel phone to call Frank

"No."

"What!? Why not!?" Y/n complained.

"Who's house are you staying at?" Frank asked.

"I dont know. Who's house is Joyce staying at?" Y/n protested.

"So this is how your gonna convince me?" Frank asked.

"Yes?"

He sighed, "I need the truck back for tommrow- If I see ONE mark on you-"

"Yeah yeah, you'll pow pow pow. I got it." Y/n spoke, "Try and not break the bed frame?"

"Y/n! I swear to-"

But you had already hung up and was calling Steve's house

"Hello?"

"Harrington. Pick me up by the street near my house 15 mintues."

With that you said goodbye to everyone, told Matt to stop freaking out and drove off to your house

You parked the truck and hurried in through your window to change and throw the stuff one of the kids left in your room.

You'd ask Strange to portal back the suit later.

So with your bag of candy and small bag of chlothes you went to the road.

"What...the hell is that..." Y/n asked squiting at the hunched over animal in the distance, just before it darted off.

But Steve's lights come into view and he's stopping for you to get in.

You tossed your bag in the back and sit in the passenger seat

"Big Haul." Y/n smiled holding up the candy bag.

Steve smiled, "any spare tootsie rolls in there?"

"Saved one just for you."

The drive back to his house was filled with Music and laughing

You two eating candy before you could even go through it.

When you got to the house, some bad memories came over you, but you pushed forward.

He took you upstairs. You hadn't been to his room before.

His room was...plain compared to yours, but bigger.

"I can go make us something warm. Coffee? Tea?" He asked, he looked nervous having Y/n in his room sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Um...yeah whatever you make I'll have one." Y/n told with a smile.

"Right...you'll be fine up here?"

"Yeah."

So he left you up there, and you decided to pick out all the wrappers from your candy adventure in Steve's car and toss them in his little trash

Just to catch a peak out his window

Wow. Steve's family had a lot more money than you realized

It was sooner rather than later that he came up with tea for the both of you

"Sorry. If you don't uh."

"Like it?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll drink it anyhow. Thanks."

They sat on his bed side by side, drinking tea.

"You're not very picky."

Y/n chuckled, "how could I be?"

Steve cocked an eyebrow up as Y/n sighed, "Sorry-"

"No. No." Steve told, "harder than I imagined in New York."

Y/n smiled, "Superhero's are people too."

"You really do have relationships with them. Don't you?" Steve questioned, "Genuine realtionships."

"I understand them. In a way...I see them as people..rather than superheros. Not all are good though, some rest in the gray and such." Y/n informed with a soft smile towards him, "Its tough out there."

"Im no superhero, but I get it." Steve answered, "I shouldn't even be saying that..."

"Hey. Everyone has there hardest hour." Y/n told setting her mug besides her feet on the floor, "its diffrent from someone elses. Ya know?"

"I think thats what makes you...unique." he started, "You...see everyone in different parts. Heh I'd be dumb to say its not one of the reasons I love you-"

It went silent between the two, Steve clearing his throat as he set his mug on his nightstand, "I. Sorry."

"For what?" Y/n spoke, "You say sorry when you dont mean things. Did you not-"

"Mean it?" Steve asked, "Well No I didnt."

"You didn't?"

"No! I mean yes no I didn't- The sorry. But I did- I- fuck."

Y/n smiled small at him as he jumbled his words: "I get it."

"Oh thank god."

He couldnt help but feel stupid when you were around, like you were some kindergarten crush

When both of you are already dating

You lay back on his bed, and he lays besides you.

Thats when you realize he has a glow in the dark star sticker on his ceiling still, most likely from when he was like 8

"Does it still glow?" Y/n asked.

"What?" Steve asked looking at the ceiling as she points it out, "lets find out."

He turns off his lamp leaving the two in the semi dark light from the pool outside polluting the room.

"Yeah kinda." Y/n smiled as Steve finds himself next to Y/n again.

"Huh. Would you look at that." Steve chuckled watching Y/n reach a hand out to the star.

"Stars aren't far out of reach then." Y/n told him.

Steve's hand came up to catch Y/n's, "Two hands are better than one."

She turns her head to look at him he doing the same as they make eye contact and hold it, "You're not wrong."

Steve gives her a soft smile, he getting up to lean on his side and look down at her, "what?" She asked.

"Just wondering if you have more intrest in the star than me." Steve told her, causing her to laugh, "Could...I steal your attention for just a moment for a kiss?"

"And ruin my view of the star? No way!"

"Ouch!"

Y/n laughed as he joined her, feeling her hands grip onto his collar and pull him down into a soft kiss. It pulling Steve in deeper in love than he already was.

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: 𝐂𝐮𝐦 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

My, My, My

【Synopsis】 : Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

『W.C』 : 1.94k

-> Genre: Pure Smut. No plot woops.

Paring: Switch/DomLeaning!Steve x Switch/SubLeaning!Reader

[Warnings] : This is messy. Cum eating. Unprotected sex. Making out. Swearing. Multiple orgasms. Dirty talk. Pet names. This is one big sticky mess, hehe.

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Even though he's never shown it, Steve is a sensitive man. In more ways than one. His cock always felt so full, day in, day out and most of the time he had no control over how much of a mess he makes each time he came. He normally can keep it on the down low, fucking his fist night after night to get it all out of his system by the next morning.

He would spend most of his time wishing for more. But alas, he accepted the cards he had been delt. Being from the 40s, he had grown to notice the difference between women back then 'til now. They were all so much for confident, and proud. Not that, thats a bad thing. Its just Steve...he's intimidated.

But then you showed up in his life.

Such a pretty, perfect, shy, little you... he could feel himself be constantly wet. Precum soaked his boxes every time you were around. Your smile, the way the smell of your perfume was the most delectable scent he’d ever had the pleasure of inhaling. Even just the way you walk, or sit, or jump around. When you get shy around him and blush like a little flower... And don't get him start on your laughter... Fuck.

You were a walking sex dream to him and he knew he was done for.

When he first got to finally have you, he was making out with you in the hallway in the compound. The floor that belongs to yours, his and Bucky’s room. But things lasted very short as he had to sprint suddenly away without another word to you making you feel a slight thing of guilt in your gut thinking that you might have caused something wrong, since you weren't the most experienced person...

But in truth, he wasn’t about to look you in the face and tell you he just came in his pants alone just from kissing your plump lips. He felt more embarrassed at the fact you were able to make him come without the need to touch him. It took every fibre in his being not to whine out a shaky deep groan while he felt your lips so desperately on his. He had his hands squeezing your hips a little tighter than before while his cock started to throb painfully in his slacks. He still had to resist the urge to moan out when your tongue laced with his. Making his balls tighten before his cock ultimately started pumping hot ropes of cum, emptying himself in the now soaked fabrics of his underwear.

He turned the corner quickly, as his chest heaved for more air. His body felt like it was on fire, and he hated himself slightly at the fact he had such a short orgasm. He palmed his cock softly, readjusting himself, hitting his head against the wall when it started to twitch again. It took him everything not to say fuck it then and there and pull himself out so he could finish pumping every drop out until he was dry. or better yet, seducing you to help him.

And if kissing was going to be his problem. Then he was afraid of how’d he would handle having you naked for the time in front of him. Would you want to take the lead? Or would you have your legs spread for him to do as he pleased. He wouldn't mind either to be honest.

And the first time he did finally manage to built up the courage to bed you. He didnt expect himself to be lying on your bed while you sat on your knees at the end. Your bit your swollen lip while you eyes his naked form, focusing on his broad, beefy legs that were spread apart wide enough to welcome you inbetween them. He was a sticky mess, cum painted all over the head of his cock, dripping onto his navel deviously. He was wishing for just one ounce of control when you two were making out prior to this, nearling busting his nut when he felt you whimper against him.

God he didnt know how to function, feeling embarrassed about himself but again. He had no idea just how much you loved him like this. Yes, you were a shy sweet thing but behind closed doors. You lived for the pleasure. To please. And the way Stevies cock jumps and aches as he watched you remove each article of clothing. It was a site you revealed in.

The second you were completely bare, his moans would become greater, louder. When you placed your hand on his naked thigh his breath would hitch, balls growing heavier with every breath.

“You okay Stevie?” You cooed, kissing his inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine, the way he tensed and the smell of his delicious natural scent would bring an ache to your soaked cunt, making you squeeze around nothing, needing him desperately.

“I'm fuck...hmngg sensitive..” He tried to tell you, looking at you with pleading eyes while his cock throbbed, torn between needing you to keep touching him and pushing far away from you, fearing he loses control and comes all over your pretty face that was only mere inches from his angry tip. He’s not a virgin, that most people new for sure but he’s never gotten head before nor been with anyone in so many years. And he knows he’d fill your mouth the minute you wrap your plump lips around him and fuck your face until he was blowing his load down your throat.

“You want me to such your dick, sir?” Your voice was laced with seduction making Steve gulp an obscene amount of saliva. he felt so high, gritting his teeth at your words. You made it out to seem he was in charge when you could very well grab his cock and make him do whatever your wanted.

“Fuck, I think I'ma cum.” It was not a might in this situation...it was a definite yes. He was about to bust just from your hot breath brushing against him. but Steve wanted to hold off. He needed to hold off.

Keeping his self-control as much as he could. He wanted to be that hard, confident man that everyone thinks he is. But in truth, his cheeks were tainted with a pink hue, gasping as you took his heavy balls in your mouth suckling with determination. “Wait, Baby, please...hunngmmm I hang on...”

He needed to be inside you. He couldn’t cum without feeling what your cunt felt like first. His precum touched your lips, licking up all the come that was on his thigh and tummy from his previous orgasm. His eyes bore holes in you as he watched you quickly and sensually swallowed his load. You opened your mouth, showing him you ate every drop. Whichmade him snap, man-handling you until you found yourself on top of him, with your chest pressing against his. You breast squished, nipples tingly at the roughness of his scared skin.

He doesn’t give you another second to think nor protest as he pushed his cock in one quick thrust. Planting his feet, before thrusting into you harshly.

“Fuck Stevie!!” You squealed at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, while his fat thick cock stretched you open wide. He clung onto you tightly, groaning into your neck, biting your shoulder to hide his high-pitched 'ffuuckkkk'. The feeling of your tight cunt was too much and his strokes were becoming sloppy and unsteady very quickly.

“Fuck I-hmg m’need to cum!!” His back arched off the bed while his head had been thrown back against the soft pillow. “god! Shit, shit. Fuck!” he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, holding onto you while your cunt began to burn with overstimulation as he empties himself deep inside you, feeling as though his orgasm was unending. you squirted around him, liquid going everywhere, from your and his legs to all over the bed. Staining the sheets beneath you both.

“Steve!!” You whined, your greedy soaked cunt kept pulling him back in, with his cum spilling around his cock, splurging out the sides onto his thighs, making him even more sticky then when he began.. “You’re m-making a mess, pplease…” His eyes rolled back at the thought of your warm white cream that now covered your pussy, his cum painting you, decorating you both. Oh, how it made his cock throb more.

“I know-I know baby, fucknng I can’t stop!” He grunts, now hiding his face into your neck again, his arms nearly limp and aching from holding you so tightly while his hips never stop their attack. His rut. All these obscene squelching sounds echoed louder and louder with each pump. “I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me. Fuck my cock…i need to cum. More... Too much cum.”

He couldn’t control himself anymore, all these lewd voices spilling from his tongue, you moaned in response feeling yourself grow closer to a new high another high.

Steve kept growling random words along the lines of 'fuck, shit, i need to cum. Your cunt feels so good.' The list went on. Rolling over so he was now on top, but still keeping his cock tucked inside you, he ground his hips slowly, humping his abused length in as far as it would go while keeping his face in your neck, biting your shoulder for good measure. “feels so good, you make me crazy. So fucking hard. It hurts. M’sorry baby Sugar.”

“It’s okay.” You try to calm your lover, “I’m yours.” The minute the words slipped off your tongue you realized the grave mistake that was because he groaned, no, he growled like a beast. His cock swelled again, becoming harder if that was even possible at this point, before slamming back into you. Fucking you with a new purpose and new-found strength.

“hmm, Mine you say? Fuck, this body is all mine? Pussy is all mine?” His eyes were feral now with a grin matching it. You feel every ripple, divot and vein as his muscles tense and cock fucks you harder. Your face was flushed as you felt embarrassed from his words. Dirty talk was something you never thought Steve would be into. Yet here is he, making you come apart from his filthy tongue. “Gonna fuck my pussy, empty my cum deep in my pussy, fuck my pussy until I’m fucking dry.”

And he does just that. Panting, grunting. He was feral over how good each orgasm felt and how long they seemed to last. He fucked you until you were a crying, begging mess. Overstimulated and sticky. His mouth became filthier with each orgasm he got out of you and there was no stopping it. He was going to fuck you until there was no more cum to produce.

Finding a new positions, from the floor, the wall, the deck, back to the floor again before ending in the bed yet again. He fucked you until you both were fucked out, tired and had made a mess of the entire apartment.

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