#i was a goner from the start. i will Never shut up about him

[orcelito]

literallyyyyyyy how was i anything other than a goner when u meet Dohalim like this. he wowed me then and he continues to wow me with his every move.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Kiss me - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Kiss me - Cassie

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut (it's a cute one though)

wordcount: +4k (got carried away, ops)

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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“Looking all sweet, but let’s be real, he’s the type to f** Y/n so hard she’s left feeling her cervix as a souvenir of their night.”

His fans had always been in fine form, but after those pics were released from his event? Oh, they were in rare form.

One tweet caught my eye, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cackling out loud. There he was, looking like an angel on earth, his smile all soft and innocent—yet the caption was nothing short of outrageous.

I nearly snorted, and, of course, it got his attention.

“Something funny?” Lewis asked, his gaze shifting over, already curious.

He looked so blissfully unaware of the chaotic energy his fans had just injected into my life. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, your fans thirsting” I said, holding my phone up so he could see. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he read, and when he got to the cervix part, that smirk I knew all too well spread across his face.

Great. Here it comes.

“They’re not exactly wrong” he said with that smooth, I’m-definitely-trouble smile. “Didn’t you just say a few days ago that your gyno might get worried one day?”

My eyes practically rolled back. “I cannot believe you’re bringing that up.”

He shrugged, unbothered, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “Why? Because it’s true?”

I tried to brush it off, laughing, but I realized his fingers were already on my jaw, gently tilting my face up to his. I gave him a mock-innocent look, like I wasn’t just laughing at his, exceptionally creative fans.

“I’m just saying, they’re funny. Doesn’t mean I actually think it’s accurate.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned in close, his eyes locked on mine, dark and serious. “You sure about that?”

God, his gaze was enough to make my stomach flip. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of that.

“Well…” I trailed off, clearing my throat as casually as I could manage.

Big mistake. Because in a flash, I saw that competitive spark in his eyes, the one that always meant I was about to lose any game I tried to start with him.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” he asked, voice dropping into that deep, rumbling tone that never failed to get my pulse racing.

“Only if you’re up for it” I shot back, praying he couldn’t tell I was already half a goner from just that look.

He chuckled, low and smooth, and that was all the warning I got before his mouth was on mine, shutting me up mid-sentence. His lips moving with just the right amount of heat that my snarky attitude was gone.

I forgot the stupid tweet, the fans, the whole internet, because now there was only the feeling of his hands on my neck, his chest pressed against mine.

When he finally pulled back, I could barely breathe, and he had the nerve to smirk at me. “Still think they’re exaggerating?” he murmured, his fingers tracing along my jaw.

I wanted to come up with some snappy reply, some sarcastic retort, but I could barely think straight with him this close. All I managed was a slightly shaky, “Maybe a little.”

“Guess I’ll have to remind you thoroughly, then.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he had scooped me up from the couch like I weighed nothing, carrying me down the hall to our bedroom.

One kiss after another, he was laying down a trail of heat I couldn’t even pretend to resist, my hands already tugging at his shirt, which somehow found its way to the floor.

Okay, fine I thought, somewhere in the haze of it all. Maybe the fans do have a point.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he was on me again. And I mean on me.

I was melting into the bed, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, like every nerve in my body was suddenly awake and waiting. He brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes tracing over me like he was memorizing every detail.

How on earth did I get this lucky?

And, of course, Lewis wasn’t exactly making it easy for any train of thought to be coherent.

He lifted the hem of my shirt slowly, so slowly that I almost wanted to roll my eyes.

Tease. But the moment his lips touched my stomach, any trace of sass in me just evaporated. His kisses were gentle, lazy almost, like he had all the time in the world to just savor me.

“Oh, you’re enjoying yourself,” I managed, the words barely a breath as his mouth moved lower, leaving goosebumps.

He grinned against my skin, and I felt his lips curl into that playful smile that always made my heart flip. “I think you’re enjoying this just as much.”

He was right, of course, but I’d be damned if I admitted it right away. I was still catching up to how he was going to prove the tweet right, but first he was teasing the hell out of me.

He moved up again, his face inches from mine, and my breath hitched when he took his time kissing me like he was reading the most interesting book in the world, page by page.

Each kiss felt like he was imprinting something into my skin, and honestly, it was a little maddening. Here he was, practically worshiping every inch of me with a patience that I could barely handle.

“I thought you liked it rough” I murmured, trying to sound unaffected, which was absolutely pointless given the way my heart was pounding.

“Oh, I do,” he whispered back, his eyes holding mine. “But I love it when I get to take my time with you.”

He was impossibly close now, and his voice went straight to my bones.

I should have had some witty reply ready, some sarcastic little retort that I’d normally throw out just to keep things light. But he wasn’t giving me an inch to think, his fingers tracing a line down my sides, his lips skimming my collarbone, and I was losing more and more the fight to keep myself together.

My head tipped back when his hands made their way to my hips, his grip just firm enough to keep me in place, and his lips found their way to my chest.

You’re taking forever on purpose, aren’t you, Hamilton?

Each kiss, each touch, felt like he was making some kind of unspoken point. He wanted me to know, to feel just how deep this went for him. And God, he knew exactly what he was doing.

By the time his mouth reached my nipple, the last ounce of my composure was long gone. My back arched on instinct, and I was biting back a moan that would have only encouraged him more.

His fingers moved over my curves like he was memorizing the way I fit under his hands, and then he pulled back for a moment, his gaze flicking up to mine, dark and unreadable. “You really think I’m just like switch, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made my breath catch.

All I could manage was a nod that didn’t make sense. My heart was in my throat, and every inch of me was burning under his touch.

He smirked, as if that was all the answer he needed, and then he dipped back down, his mouth reclaiming my skin. “I’ll show you both sides” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss over my heart. “Rough when I want, and sweet when I have the chance. Or both when you let me.”

And I could barely manage to get out a word between breaths. “You’re... infuriating.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath hot and maddening. “And yet, you’re not telling me to stop.”

His lips found my other nipple, and he took his time, making sure that my head was spinning by the time he came back up, his hand tracing along my waist, each touch making my skin feel like it was on fire.

The world outside this room could have disappeared, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Right now, there was only him— taking his time, making sure I knew I was the only person who’d got to see him like this.

I was far too wrapped up in him, every look and every touch setting me on fire.

And then he slid his hand down my stomach, his palm pressing firmly against my covered pussy, the heat of it sinking through me.

His fingers toyed at the edge of my lace panties, his touch so light it was driving me insane.

“Lew, come on,” I half-groaned, half-laughed, trying to keep some control over the situation—or at least pretending to. His smirk told me he knew exactly how close I was to giving up that control entirely.

“Oh, I’m coming on,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to cup me through the lace. The heat of his touch was enough to make me arch against him, and I hated that he knew exactly what kind of power he had over me.

That smug grin of his? Absolutely infuriating. And totally deserved.

He gave a soft laugh when my body responded, and I could practically feel his smirk against my neck. “That easy, huh?”

“Shut up and keep going” I said, trying to keep some shred of dignity.

He knew what he was doing, his fingers tracing torturously slow circles, not enough to relieve the ache but more than enough to drive me out of my mind.

“Patience, love,” he whispered, lifting his head to give me that classic, cocky look. “I promised you both.”

If I’d had the ability to roll my eyes, I would have. But instead, I reached up, grabbing his face, desperate for the feel of his lips against mine.

He grinned, then kissed me deeply, one hand still pressed firmly against me, his fingers finally slipping under the edge of the lace, grazing over my skin.

Then his fingers brushed my folds, just barely, and I bit down on his lower lip, unable to stop myself.

He let out a low growl in response, which only made me grin, even as my heart pounded like crazy.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes flashing with that mischief that was already wrecking me.

I let out a breathless chuckle. “Cut the tease…”

He shook his head, amused, his fingers slipping under the lace fully now, and I felt myself buck against him.

Each slow, teasing stroke on my clit was enough to make me nearly forget my own name.

I was so losing this game.

“Soaked already,” he murmured, his voice a delicious mix of satisfaction and amusement.

I would have made a comeback, I swear, but his fingers were tracing over me in a way that was completely short-circuiting my brain. Every time I thought I’d gotten a grip, he found a new spot, a new way to make me squirm.

“Oh, is that a smile?” he asked, catching my expression and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. “Thought you wanted me to hurry up?”

I rolled my eyes absentmindedly, even though I could barely muster the energy. “Hurry up, slow down, whatever. Just don’t stop.”

He laughed softly, and before I could say another word, he moved down, positioning himself between my legs, his mouth hovering so close I could feel his breath. His fingers traced up and down, building a maddening, delicious tension, and every nerve in me was screaming for him to finally close that distance.

“Lew, please” I managed, breathless and desperate.

He gave me one last teasing grin, holding my gaze as he started, his lips and hands working together to arch me off the bed. And with every nerve in my body alight, I realized there was no witty comeback that could save me now.

I was utterly, completely lost in him.

Dizzy with need, every nerve in my body tuned to him, but Lewis? He was taking his sweet time, equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

He was enjoying every single second, holding me on this edge that had me biting back moans, trying to keep at least a shred of dignity.

Like that was even possible with him right now.

His hand slid down, curling around the edge of my panties to tug them aside. But of course, he just looked at me, a devilish smirk in place.

“So impatient tonight,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over me, like he hadn’t just spent the last however-many minutes driving me insane. “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

If I had any ounce of wit left in me, it was dissolving fast. “I didn’t think you’d take ‘slow’ this slow” I shot back, my voice breathlessness and sass all mixed into one, making his grin grow wider.

“Maybe I just like seeing you worked up” he said, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.

The jolt it sent through me was enough to make my legs tense, but he just chuckled, watching the effect he had on me like he was studying art. “I need to live up to the hype, don’t I?”

His teasing was making it so hard to keep any semblance of control.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the base of him, only to have him still my wrist, that devilish grin back. “Oh no, love. Tonight, you’re just going to feel me. That’s your only job.”

Somehow, his words alone were making my pulse race. “Alright, Mr. Control Freak.” I managed, half-laughing, half-breathless.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re back to the name-calling?”

Before I could respond, he lined his cock, pressing just enough to make me gasp, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me firmly in place.

He was still smiling as he began, his thrusts slow and measured, like he had all the time in the world and zero plans to speed things up.

I was doing everything I could not to lose it completely, but he was making it hard.

Impossible actually.

Every single, agonizingly slow stroke was designed to drive me out of my mind. And he knew it.

He looked down at me, his gaze intense, but there was that barely-there flicker in his eyes. And I saw it. The effort it was taking him to keep his control.

He was fightingit, I could tell, like he was determined to make a point.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft but full of that teasing edge, his thrusts hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“Yeah” I managed, my voice little more than a breathless mess. “Totally good.”

Not desperate at all. Nope. Not even a little.

But he was still watching me with that knowing grin, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace, his breaths becoming heavier, more labored.

“You’re squirming,” he pointed out, his voice strained with his own restraint. “Think I’ll be able to keep this pace with you moving like that?”

Even in the middle of the haze, I couldn’t help but give him a smirk. “Keep up, then.”

Bold statement—especially given that he was currently holding every ounce of control over me.

And before I could even blink, he lifted my legs, shifting them up onto his shoulders, and suddenly every single thrust hit exactly where it needed to. A slow, perfect shockwave that had me gasping and clinging to the sheets.

“Like that?” His voice was a low growl, his control slipping as his movements gained just a bit more force, each one slow and all-consuming.

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer as his gaze was fixed on mine. Like he was waiting, daring me to say something else, but every word dissolved before it could even reach my lips.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he finally let go of that tight, controlled pace, his movements still slow but just a little rougher, his hands gripping my waist as he watched every reaction he pulled from me.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice labored. “Let me see you.”

Every nerve in me was on fire and somewhere in the haze, I was sure I could feel my heart racing out of my chest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine, and with every kiss it was like he was branding himself into me.

I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my lips, my breath coming in sharp gasps, and he finally let out a groan, his control slipping just enough that I could feel him speeding up, his breath hot against my skin.

“Lew—” I breathed, my voice breaking, unable to stop myself from moving in time with him, my body fully surrendered to the way he was moving against me.

His name was the only coherent word left in my vocabulary, and when he finally lowered my legs, letting them rest on either side of him, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm and steady.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice full of intensity, his hand coming up to cup my face as he slowed down just in time to let me ride the waves of my release.

And gosh did I rode that orgasm.

I felt every inch of him, the way he was holding himself steady, giving me that same tender, relentless energy.

As my breath started to steady, he brushed his thumb across my cheek, waiting for me to open my eyes.

And when I did, he was watching me with that same teddy bear smile, soft and proud, like he knew exactly what he’d just done, and like he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around me. “You good?” he asked, and even though his words were casual, there was something in his eyes that told me he wanted to hear it.

“I think we’ve definitely moved past good.” I echoed, giving him a half-smirk, half-laugh.

I could still feel the remnants of my orgasm pulsing through me, my body soft and spent, but there was something about the way Lewis was still hovering over me, breath shallow, eyes still full of heat, that had me pulling him closer.

The intensity of his earlier movements had me completely lost in him, and now that he was slowing down, I felt that familiar pull to take care of him, to return some of the devotion he'd given me.

His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin as his movements grew slower and more deliberate.

He hadn’t come yet, and I knew it was because he was doing everything in his power to give me space to come down, to keep from being too rough and just savoring this moment.

His body pressed against mine, his hips moving in slow, circular strokes, dragging against me in a way that had me shivering beneath him.

“I’m good Lew, really” I whispered, trying to catch my breath, and he hummed softly in acknowledgment, his lips brushing across mine before he pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice husky with desire but with that hit of concern, as though he was double-checking, even though I could feel how much he was struggling to keep it slow.

“I’m more than good” I said, my voice a little shaky, but my nails running up his back, pulling him even closer to me. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

I could feel him smile, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me gently, deepening the kiss as he started to move again, each thrust slow, almost measured, like he was trying to memorize every part of me.

I could feel every inch of him inside me again, the drag of his pelvis against me driving me wilder even being gentler than before.

It was almost like he was whispering his love in every thrust, and I felt every part of me melt under him, my own hands roaming down to find his back, his sides, holding onto him.

Because I could never let go.

I was so fucked up in the love I had for this man. So fucked up in the way he could turn me inside out, leaving me breathless one moment, and then so tender and gentle the next.

He wasn’t rough now. He wasn’t hurried.

“You’re close” I whispered against his lips, my voice low but teasing, loving the way he was fighting not to lose it. His grip on my sides tightened as he groaned softly, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the slow roll of his hips.

“I’m trying to hold on” he murmured back, his voice strained. “Trying not to rush it… but, damn, baby…”

I smiled softly, my hands gently cupping his face as I kissed him again, slow and tender, wanting to give him everything he needed in this moment.

My own body was still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I loved how it felt to be so connected to him. He was still taking his time, even though I could hear his breath faltering with every pass of his hips.

“Let go, Lew” I whispered softly, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips against his ear. “I’m right here”

That seemed to do it. I felt the tension in his body snap as he gave in, and the way his movements became almost desperate but still held that deep, slow rhythm.

His moans were louder now, growing more guttural, and I felt him lose himself in me, in the way he was finally letting go, filling me with a warmth that had me gasping for air.

I could hear his breath hitching as he tried to push himself just a little bit further, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding it together. But it didn’t matter anymore.

I pulled him closer, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whispered more sweet nothings, my lips brushing his skin in a way that had him falling.

When he came, it was slow, labored and deep. His whole body shuddering as he let out a low groan, and I was right there with him, kissing him through it, holding him close as he filled me.

His face was next to mine, his breath hot on my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his ragged moans. There was nothing more intimate than hearing him like this, his pleasure all tangled with mine.

As his body finally slowed, he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his features filled with that boyish happiness.

He gave me a soft smile, still trying to catch his breath. “You good?” he asked, the same question he always asked, but this time it was a little lighter, a little less intense.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Are you?”

He grinned, his eyes still a little unfocused. “Yeah… just, give me a minute”

I ran my hand gently along his chest, still reeling from the sensation of him inside me, but not losing the opportunity to tease him lightly. “Gotta give it to you, for an old guy, you really work it well”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, looking down at me, clearly amused. “Oh, is that how we’re doing this now?”

I grinned up at him, my body still buzzing from the aftermath. “I’m just giving credit where credit’s due. You might be getting up there in age, but you’ve still got it.”

He chuckled, finally pulling away, both of us wincing at the feeling of emptiness.

He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and as he cleaned my thighs up, I couldn’t help but notice the change in how he looked at me, from that goofy, tender smile to a wicked grin.

He hesitated for a moment before stating “Definitely left a souvenir”

I looked down, feeling the sensitive heat between my legs, and shot him a cheeky smile. “You got a little too carried away with your ‘old guy’ moves.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. “If you’re still that sassy I’m sure I can find other ways to shut you up.”

I laughed, the sound full of affection and humor. “That tweet’s gonna stick with me, isn’t it?”

But despite the banter, I couldn’t help but feel that warmth again in the pit of my stomach, that quiet love I had for him—the way he could be so tender, so gentle, but also rough when I needed it.

As he kept on cleaning me up, I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my lips twitching into a mischievous grin. "Oh, and just so you know," I started, letting my voice drop into a teasing tone, "I liked the tweet. Just to make sure people know I agree."

His eyes widened in mock disbelief. “You did not,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back to look at me more intently, trying to gauge if I was joking.

I couldn’t help but smile even wider, the truth hanging between us like an unspoken dare.

He stared at me for a moment, processing the full impact of what I’d just confessed. And then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and kissed me hard, his lips claiming mine in a way that told me I’d just earned another round in return.

Well, looks like liking that tweet would be the least of my worries.

When he finally pulled away, both of us breathless, I smirked up at him, savoring the moment.

“You know,” I said with a little chuckle, “You might just get me to start a fan club for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin spreading. "Oh yeah? What’s it gonna be called? 'I love Lewis Hamilton'?"

I shook my head with a dramatic sigh. "Nah, that’s already taken, probably. Maybe something like, ‘I’d let Lewis Hamilton leave me raw any day,’” I shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing to say.

His eyes flickered with amusement and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Without another word, he pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply again, his arms wrapping around me like a vice.

I guess if he’s gonna keep me like this, I might just have to start the fan club for real.

But then again, who’s the real fan here?

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[character-babblings]

this is specifically for my brats and cry babies. united we stand. (also i break canon bc 🫶🏻)

MDNI 18+ only

-Luke Castellan doesn't stand a CHANCE against his crybaby girlfriend. every time he watches your pout that lower lip

-he's a goner. he loves to spoil his sweet girl. he can never tell you no ever.

-and that for sure makes trouble for him when you wanna brat off. sometimes you are genuinely stubborn and other times you're doing it just to get under his skin. and it for sure does.

-let's say you wanna mouth off to him in front of people just for a laugh. he's noting and remembering that shit for later girl.

his nails are just digging into your hips as he has you doggy style and he is just destroying your cunt from the back. and he is PISSED. you have been such a little brat alllllll day. embarrassing him at training by being sassy to him. you got him hard at lunch nonchalantly with everyone around. you catching him off guard at training and using the opportunity to beat him. he's absolutely at his limit with you. you feel a hand on the back on your head, shoving it into the bed.

"you can shut up princess. you're on my damn nerves today. i spoil you and this pretty cunt and you repay me with...what? being a little fucking brat?!" he grows as he all of a sudden starts to play with your clit. you're a whiny mess under him. "you're not so fucking mouthy now are you?" he sneers as he grits his teeth. he stills inside you, looking around the woods. reveling in how tight you are around him and how you clench every so often. he inhales deeply as he looks at you, well, your ass in the air mainly. laying a sharp smack on your ass. flicking your clit and laughing as you let out a cry. "i don't feel bad for the fact that you're not about to sit comfortable for the next few days princess."

and ofc you can't!

-luke who takes his sweet girl with him when he leaves camp. and makes a life for himself and his girl.

-has for sure make you ride his thigh when he games, or lets you sit on his lap while cockwarming while he games (my love language)

-also has had you suck his dick while he games. he's obsessed with it. especially when he's playing with friends.

-loved kissing your tears away. especially if you're overstimulated.

you're an absolute MESS beneath him. on your fourth orgasm and your poor clit is just throbbing in pain. you're crying whining as he has your legs on his shoulders and just plowing you as his balls slap your ass so loudly. your sweet ass is just jiggling as one of his hands reach down to grab it tightly before letting go and slapping it as you whine and cry.

"p-please...no more luke-"

"oh poor little thing. you're so overstimulated aren't you baby?" he mocks your cries. slowing down ever so lightly as a hand reaches up to grab your tit. squeezing it before slapping it harshly with a wicked grin. "too bad"

oooooooooooweeeeeeee i NEED HIM. i'll be back to write more before too long.

[2kiran]

Hiii! I dont know if your taking any request but feel free to ignore this. M!reader who is taller than ghost and wants to breed him all the time

a m a n o f a c t i o n s

simon riley who revels in the size difference.

he was tall. simon riley towers over most people, being the man that he is.

but then there’s you. the very person simon riley would get down on his knees for.

he’d never admit how much he enjoys looking up at you.

it’s not like simon riley would verbally tell you that.

simon riley is a man of actions. he’d rather display his affection for you without words.

that trait of his isn’t hard to notice, especially in bed.

it’d start with a simple pat on your shoulder. not too clingy, not too ignorant. then, there’ll be lingering touches. be it his hand on the small of your back, your waist, and if no one’s around, your thigh.

sure, it may seem simple. but it’s his eyes. simon riley begs for your attention with his pretty eyes.

staring at you in mesmerization almost predatorily when he thinks you don’t notice his heavy gaze on you.

simon riley’s gloved hand is on your shoulder as you explain your ideas to him. a deep hum of his occasionally slipping out. grip maybe a little tight as he tilts his head upwards, brain attempting not to think unholy thoughts.

and oh, the moment he finds out about your breeding kink, his system shuts.

simon riley is a man of actions. you want something from him? just tell him. he won’t hesitate to give you what you desire.

that includes allowing you to have your way with him. give simon riley the word, and he’s already bending over and hole ready to take in your cock.

he loves the way you manhandle him. he’s a goner when you adjust his position to your liking. even his stance, despite him not needing it. you only needed a discreet excuse to touch him.

he’s weak in the knees. the simon “ghost” riley is weak in the knees for you. quite literally, while he holds himself as you pound him to next week. shaky voice begging you to —

╰ “mm..ng, wait!” he squeaks out, whiny moans interrupting his words. he’s so tired already. you already fucked him this morning, the cum you left in his hole dripping down to your still hard cock. simon riley is tired, but he’s still crying for more and more.

simon riley isn’t the type of man to have a thing for breeding or size difference. but fuck, you’re making him question himself.

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[vulpisnocturna]

Can u do headcanons for how the Naruto characters sleep with their partners ? (Kakashi, Naruto, Itachi, Shisui, Madara) ps love your writing !

Oooh I like this! And thank you so much 🤍

SFW

Kakashi:

-Kakashi is so warm when he sleeps. This man is boiling. Perfect in the winter, a little too much in the summer.

-He doesn’t sleep much, but with his partner, he’s so calm and has very few nightmares.

-He likes to sleep with them nestled in his arms, likes to feel like he’s protecting them

-In the summer months, even if they get their own space on the bed because it’s so hot, he wants to hold his beloved’s hand

-Kakashi sometimes stays up reading through the night, with their S/O’s head on his chest and his fingers softly stroking their hair

-He buries himself under the covers, covering his face because it feels more comfortable to him, seeing as his face is always covered. Which means his S/O is probably covered with the sheet too, which is a bit suffocating when you’re not used to it

-He’s a very light sleeper, he wakes up at the faintest noise. Any bathroom trip will wake him up, but he’ll pretend he didn’t hear it

-Likes soft bedtime cuddles: his favourite cuddling positions are being the big spoon and having his S/O clinging to him with their head on his chest and their leg bent over his hip. It feels as though he’s needed and wanted, like his S/O needs to be as close as possible to him in order to feel peaceful enough to sleep

Naruto:

-MESSY SLEEPER

-will accidentally elbow and knee his S/O in his sleep because he likes to starfish on the bed

-Hugs his beloved like a pillow, really tight, keeping his head on their shoulder

-May or may not drool a little, but it’s quite endearing

-loves to be little spoon. It makes him feel like he’s loved and cared for, and warms his heart

-can never sleep alone after he starts sleeping with his S/O. He needs the company

-favourite cuddling position: being the little spoon, hugging each other face to face

-very heavy sleeper, but wakes up if his partner’s warmth is gone from the bed for too long

-likes late night talking with his partner, whispering to each other, sharing stories and having very deep conversations 🥺

Itachi:

-CUDDLES

-Itachi is clingy, he won’t admit it, but he wants to be close to his partner at all times 🥺🥺

-loves to nap with them, snuggling close to them and wrapping his arms around them

-lots of kisses before bed, his S/O is getting forehead kisses, kisses on their whole face, knuckles kisses, full make out sessions

-he loves loves loves spooning his loved one. It truly makes him feel connected to them, as though he can protect them and feel their warmth

-has cold feet, will definitely rob his partner of their warmth by sticking them between their legs

-Also a very light sleeper, and a deadly silent one at at that. He does not snore, does not move much. If it wasn’t for his slightly parted lips and slow breathing, he would look dead

-He loves sleeping with his S/O because he doesn’t have nightmares and he falls asleep easily when he’s with them

-Loves lulling his beloved into sleep by talking softly to them and playing with their hair

-if his partner runs their fingers through his hair, he’s a goner. He will melt in their arms

-Even if it’s hot, Itachi is not giving up on cuddles. He’s not too warm, so it’s not that uncomfortable anyway

-Favourite sleeping positions: big spoon, hugging his S/O and having their head in the crook of his neck

Shisui:

-This man wants to play fight before bed

-He likes to go through his last spike of energy before bed, and maybe even have sex

-He’s a sleepy lad, a heavy sleeper who does not wake up easily

-That’s because he’s so comfortable around his partner that he lets his guard down 🥺

-He never shuts up. If his partner is half asleep, he has a question that’s at the forefront of his mind and needs answering. He will stay silent for a couple minutes, and then start talking about something else that’s completely unrelated

-He likes to be crushed by their partner. Wants them to sleep on top of him. Glued to each other. Or he can sleep on top of his S/O. Either way, bear hugs

-Talks in his sleep and says the weirdest things, he doesn’t remember in the morning

-He’s the type that will wake his S/O up at 3 am because he’s chugging a bottle of water. He doesn’t want to, but plastic bottles make noise and he’s a thirsty boi

-Will tell his partner about his weird dreams in the morning, except when he has nightmares. He’ll lie about those

-Favourite cuddling position: Bear hugs, as close as humanly possible

Madara:

-Madara is that weird guy that watches his S/O sleep

-He likes seeing their peaceful expression, it calms him down and makes him feel good that they trust him enough to let their guard down around him

-He will eventually fall asleep, but only when he’s really, really tired

-Likes to drape an arm around his S/O, and having their face close to his

-When cuddling, Madara will absolutely not voice that he loves it. He will say he’s only doing it for them, he doesn’t need cuddling, it’s not as if he likes it or anything

-Will begrudgingly hug their S/O to his chest, loving their hands clinging to the front of his shirt and their body so close to him

-Will put his chin on the top of their head and rub their back

-Madara loves when his partner plays with his hair. Again, don’t expect him to admit it. He’s such a tsundere

-He has a cold ass body. And he’s not against using it as an excuse to cuddle. But just because he’s cold, not because he wants to cuddle. Obviously 🙄

-Favourite cuddling position: face to face embrace

[princess-tulip-writes]

azriel’s habits while doing it

a/n: this was requested to me so long ago, and I feel horrible for taking so long but alas, here it finally is. I plan on making this a series with the bat boys and maybe the vanserra bros too.

I think azriel is a switch; dom leaning.

he’s mainly a soft dom but alternates to a hard dom sometimes too. he can be submissive, but only if you ask or he needs to be taken extra care of.

azriel tends to baby you during sex; calling you pretty nick names, caressing your skin, kissing you all over, making sure you’re feeling just as good as he is.

speaking of nicknames, he has the best ones for you that make your pussy clench just from him calling you them.

princess, angel, bunny, and sweet girl are the most common, but they never really stop. he always finds new titles to make you flustered and wet.

pussy eating is a daily routine for him. never once has he sinked his cock in you without getting a taste first, making you cum at least once beforehand.

he just loves the fucking taste of you so much, the days that he doesn’t fit eating you out in his busy schedule are always bad ones. it’s comical to you, but if you giggle about it, you’re in trouble.

punishments are never mild with azriel. spanking sessions are long and harsh, your ass is definitely a shade of purple and blood red once he’s finished.

he’ll carve his initials in you if you need reminding of who’s pet you are too. but that’s only if you’d gone too far to make him jealous.

overestim and edging are big ones for him when you’ve done something minor.

he’s the type to eat you out, but stop as soon as your right on the edge then go about his day. he won’t fuck you before bed that night either to teach you a lesson.

with overstimulation, he’d keep lapping at your clit until your sobbing for him to stop, then fuck you for hours until you’re both soaked in squirt.

making you a squirting mess is his favorite thing ever btw.

this male has SUCH a dirty fcking mouth. like seriously, you can’t get him to shut up.

“what a pretty girl.”

“fucking love this cock don’t you?”

“tell me who’s fucking you this good, princess.”

“gods, I love the way you say my name, angel. keep screaming it for me.”

sigh, I need him.

his hands love wander all over your soft curves, squishing your chub adoringly as he stares into your teary, fog filled eyes. he always whispers to you about how you feel like paradise in his hands.

cum! rings!

he loves looking at the way his cock disappears inside of your lush cunt, then comes back with a white, creamy ring at the base from how much you’ve came.

his kisses are hot, and filled with such passion that it could make the cruelest lords fold under him, and it makes your knees buckle and walls clench every time his lips find yours. his tongue is everywhere in your mouth exploring. the smell and taste of him is intoxicating and you savor every bit as his fucks you.

omg okay, wingplay.

it’s the absolute death of azriel, let me tell you

usually, when you want to expel the prettiest whines and moans from him, you would drag your fingertips along the curves and bones of those glorious wings.

and boy, no matter what mood he is in; weather he’s pissed at you and pounding you so fucking hard, or feeling so loving to you— the second your graze the sensitive membrane, he’s a goner.

“fu-fuck, beautiful.” he’d whine before sinking his lips to yours and moaning against them as you keep tickling him.

also, wingplay definitely helps you when you’re in a lot of trouble— if your hands are free that is.

which gives me an idea: kissing his wings.

you usually only do this when you’re making love or you’re the one in control. either way, it makes him crumble instantly.

a few opened mouth kisses and some licks to the underside can get him desperate and ready to cum so fast. he actually starts to buck his hips in the air because he just wants to finish so bad.

when he cums, which is in a fairly decent amount of time; not too quick, but not too slow. you usually cum once or twice on his cock before he finishes inside.

he cums ropes too.

the fucking sounds this male makes—

im talking whimpers, beautifully dark whimpers and moans as he fills you up. his wings flutter softly and shake, his thighs and abs clench and he usually seeks out your shoulder or bottom lip to bite.

aftercare is always a top priority !!!

sometimes he runs you a bath immediately, others he just stays with you and holds you close while telling you how good you’ve been for him, how much he loves you, how pretty you are as he peppers soft kisses all over your face.

[clovestreet]

Giving Finnick Odair Head

giving finnick odair head

warning⚠️ SMUT 16+ ( minors dni) oral sex (m receiving) slight tiny bit of praise

an: the lack of hunger games character smut on this platform is absolutely mind boggling so i took things into my own hands😋this is my first time writing for finnick so please be kind:) i hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you want me to write about next:)

-While Finnick is typically the one who wants to be in control, he secretly LOVES when you choose to do so yourself. It’s such a big turn-on for him.

-When it comes to sex, he always wants to make you feel good first, and almost never lets you pleasure him before you been taken care of…. at least twice.

-Finnick definitely is not the kind of person to directly ask for head, but he definitely won’t say no if you offer it. He would be reluctant at first, because pleasuring you is always his first priority.

“C’mon baby, let me make you feel good.”

-After some begging and convincing, he finally leans back against the headboard with his hands laced behind his head with nothing but lust and desire behind his hazel eyes.

-This man is breathing heavy and shaking under your touch before have even started. He would definitely gently tug your hair while you tease him with kisses down his gorgeously tan and toned body from his abs to the top of his thighs.

-From the very moment you wrap your lips around him, he is GROANING. Deep and throaty groans.

-His eyes are instantly screwed shut with pleasure and his hands are gripping your hair a little tighter than before.

-Every once in a while, he would look down at you and just watch you and then throw his head back with pleasure and moan.

-His moans were so pretty, masculine but also soft and almost choked out at times. Finnick was never a man who was afraid to be vocal and tell his girl how good she’s making him feel.

-He loved to talk to you through the whole thing too. Nothing was better than watching you look up at him and feel you moan around him in response. It drove him absolutely crazy.

“Mhm, yeah baby just like that”.

“Fuck, you’re so good y/n”.

-The deeper you took him, the louder he got. Do with that what you will;)

-As he neared his release, he would gently roll his hips up into you, silently telling you he wanted, he needed more when his words no longer served him. All he could do is whine your name over and over again in between his increasingly louder moans.

-“Y/n don’t stop”.

-“Fuck y/n r-right there”.

“F-feels so good baby.”

-You listened to him and took him even deeper into your throat and swallowed. He began to snap his hips up sloppily. He size was nothing to scoff at and you couldn’t help but gag.

-The vibration brought him even closer to the edge and he was a moaning mess now. His groans were low and broken as he bobbed your head up and down on himself. He was begging for you to bring him to his release.

“So close baby”.

“Fuck- I’m right there don’t stop”’.

-The second you took his balls into your fingers it was over. Finnick was a goner.

-He was an absolutely beautiful sight to watch as he came undone underneath you. His mouth fell open into the perfect “O” shape as his loudest moan was forced out from deep within him. He cursed your name over and over. His abs were flexed and almost trembling as his orgasm rattled through him. His fingers were wrapped tightly in your hair, never letting up for one second. He kept rolling his hips up into you, becoming increasingly more sloppy as he rode out his high.

-Once you knew he was finished, you trailed your way back up to his mouth with kisses and he pulled you into a deep and breathless kiss, fingers drawing circles around your lower back.

-His face was flushed warm and his skin barely glowing with a sheen of sweat. He looked angelic as he stared into your eyes.

“That was- the best sex I have ever had in my life”.

“Oh shut up Finn” you giggle.

“But now I’m afraid it’s time I return the favor.”

[amazingmsme]

Okay, image this, Ares being a smart mouth shit to Athena and Hephaestus, his older siblings, since he's the God of War and is very much egotistical.

Athena and Hephaestus wreck him at times to humble him a bit, sometimes just because he's having a sour attitude over something.

Athena is shown to be stronger than Ares, and if he overpower her, she'd probably be five steps ahead and have a way to turn the tables.

Hephaestus, being a blacksmith, is just already strong as hell, and he has the chain he used on Ares and Aphrodite. He can set up a tickle trap too

Also, I like the idea of Athena purposely going soft on tickle because she knows Ares can handle pain and a lot more rougher things, so her slowly tracing and wiggling her fingers on him would drive him literally insane (also because he probably hasn't got gentle touch in thousands of years he's been alive. Tocuhe-starved War God >:3)

KSGFRKBALCBSKS I’M HYPERVENTILATING FINALLY SOME ARES LOVE!!!!! Seriously, I love him so much & he is so severely misunderstood in media & really enjoy what we’ve seen of him in epic!

But he loves to piss off his older siblings & instigate petty quarrels between them, but it doesn’t always work out how he planned. He does have a bit of a superiority complex & acts like he’s invincible, & it’s exactly that kind of cocky behavior that gets him caught

You’d never expect it, but Ares is actually quite the talker when he wants to be. (He likes listening to himself) & it just so happens to annoy both of them, so why would he shut up? Athena & Hephaestus are constantly having to put him in his place & remind him who the baby brother is & it flusters pisses him off so bad!

If they notice he seems particularly upset, then they take a gentler approach, or at least try to. They’re all awkward af. Hephaestus gets uncharacteristically goofy when he tries to cheer up his siblings. Sure he starts out pretty sincere & asks why they’re upset, & if it’s not super heavy he’ll proceed with the plan. He asks if they can smile, & if they don’t or say they can’t he starts to act a lil sillier & asks if they’ll ever smile again. Ares knows this game by heart, but he always holds out til the last second, claiming that no, he really will never smile again, fuck off (he doesn’t mean it) & Hephaestus knows that he’s playing along, but doesn’t call him out on it. Instead he just tickles him until Ares assures him that yes he feels better & that is a real smile on his face, no he’s not faking it, you asshole!

If Athena notices that he’s upset, she just goes up to him & asks if he wants to spar. He always says yes, & it’s fairly common for them to still train together. But while fighting she’ll try to bring up fond memories from battles or training sessions. She waits until he’s in a bit of a better mood before completely switching tactics. She’ll wait until she has ahold of him or pinned him down & then yell “tickle fight!” & digs in before he even realizes what’s happening. She doesn’t care if she’s collateral damage, she just wants to have some fun like old times & take his mind off things. & she loves to bully him about it the whole time, so it’s a perfect excuse

Ares is a pretty even match with both of them, so he really does have to put up a fight if he wants a chance at escape. But if they’re working together? Yeah dude’s a goner

& you are SO right about light tickles being his weakness! Especially because when he thinks of tickling, he automatically thinks of the more rough, hysterical laughter kind rather than the light grazing, giggle your head off kind. & that lowkey makes him short circuit & go completely mad. He’s not used to any kind of soft touch, so he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He gets soooo squirmy & giggly, it’s definitely the easiest way to get him flustered

& ever since he’s been with Athena, he’s a lot less touch starved. So don’t worry about him, she made sure to make up for lost time & show him what he was missing

[auroras-blog37]

Hellooooo!!!

I was wondering if you could pretty please do a TASM Switch!Peter x Switch!reader?????????

Cuddles And Tickles:

This is quite a long one Peter smiled when you cuddled into him. He couldn’t deny how nice this felt though. This was what he wanted, just to lay with you and cuddle you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

You look up at Peter who is still wearing his glasses. You softly pull them off of him as you look at them.

“How blind are you without these?”

Peter let out a small chuckle as you took his glasses. He watched you look at them which he thought was kinda cute.

“I can see fine, I only need them for reading.”

He says as he takes the glasses and sets them on your bedside table.

“Mmmh��

Nerd…”

You tease as you cuddle back up to him. Obviously he wasn’t a nerd because he wore glasses, you just liked to tease him about it.

Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a proud smile on his face. He was used to people calling him a nerd, but he knew you were joking.

“Shut it…”

“Hey I’m just speaking the truth…”

You say as you give his ribs a small jab.

Peter let out a small chuckle and squirm as you jabbed his ribs.

“Hey…”

Secretly he loved the way you teased him and how it was so affectionate and playful.

You lift your head up as you notice his reaction and smile.

“What was that?”

Peter chuckled nervously, realizing that you saw his reaction to you, he didn’t want to admit that he liked that you teased him. He knew you’d tease him even more if you found out. He tried to think of a response.

“A-uh…nothing…”

“What are you ticklish?”

Peter’s eyes widened slightly as you accused him of being ticklish. This was bad, your teasing was only going to get even worse if you found out he was ticklish.

“W-what? No…no I’m not ticklish.”

He tried to convince you.

You narrow your eyes at that and stifle a snicker.

“Mmhm…”

You start poking at his side whilst the two of you stay cuddled.

Peter tried to hold in his laughter, but your prodding was getting to him. He started to laugh a little as you poked his side.

“H-hey…stop…don’t do that…”

He said, although he was fighting back a full-on laugh. The fact that you now knew he was ticklish was bad.

“Ah so you lied?”

You tease as you sit up and continue poking around his ribs and waist.

Peter couldn’t help but laugh as you continued to poke at his ribs and waist. It was a lost cause, you already knew he was ticklish and there was nothing he could do about it. Each jab at his ribs and waist sent him into another fit of laughter.

“S-stop it…oh my god….”

“Yeah you definitely lied, I’m hurt you lied to me.”

You continue to tease as you continue to tickle him, avoiding his squirms and hits, knowing that each tease seems to make it worse for him

Peter tried his best to get you to stop, but it was hopeless. He was squirming and writhing under you, trying to stop the poking and laughter at the same time, but he was a goner. He couldn’t escape your teasing and tickling.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I lied!! Please stop…”

He said in between laughs. Oh god, you now knew his most vulnerable weak spot, his ticklish side.

You let out a laugh at this and stop tickling him at last.

Peter could finally breathe for a second as you stopped tickling him.

“Oh my god…I hate you…”

He said lightheartedly, his cheeks red from laughing, a smile still on his face.

“You’re such a big baby.”

Peter gave you another glare, pretending to be annoyed, but in reality, he was secretly enjoying how playful and affectionate you were with him. He was also secretly loving the way you were teasing him, but, he’d never admit that out loud.

“Shush, you’re a cruel woman.”

“You just can’t take a simple tickle.”

You say smugly as you lay back down and cuddle back into his arms.

Peter rolled his eyes playfully, a small pout on his face. He still hadn’t gotten over the fact that you now knew one of his weaknesses.

“Yeah right, like you could take it any better than me…”

“Well unlike you I’m not ticklish.”

Peter’s eyes widened when you stated that you weren’t ticklish. This was good…very good. It gave him the perfect opportunity to get back at you for embarrassing him.

“Really?”

He said, having a mischievous tone to his voice.

“Mmhm!”

That was a lie…you knew it, Peter knew it…it was known, you were a terrible liar.

Peter’s smirk grew as you confirmed that you weren’t ticklish. His brain went into scheming mode…he knew exactly what he had to do.

“So…if I were to do this…”

He reached forward and quickly went for your sides.

You let out a squeal and immediately jolt away off the bed and stand away, having a very extreme reaction that definitely catches Peters attention.

Peter’s jaw dropped slightly as you squeal and jolt away off the bed when he went for your sides. He was not expecting to get such a reaction out of you. He was expecting a small laugh or something, not outright squealing. He was speechless and slightly shocked for a few seconds, but when he came to his senses, he had a smug and proud smile on his face.

“You said you weren’t ticklish…?”

“I’m not.”

You say as you stay standing away from him and away from the bed.

Peter let out a small snort at your response. You were so obviously in denial, he couldn’t believe that you were trying to deny the obvious.

“Right…so that reaction was for what exactly..?”

He said with a smug tone, knowing that he can now tease you just like you teased him.

“You’re imagining things…I did nothing…”

Peter tried not to laugh at your excuse, but he couldn’t hold it in. He gave you a look as if to say ‘seriously?’. He was enjoying teasing you.

“Right…”

“I’m just being truthful, maybe you’re seeing things…”

Peter rolled his eyes, but in reality, he thought it was pretty cute how you were so desperately trying to deny the fact that you were ticklish. It was even more cute how you attempted to turn it around on him by lecturing him about making fun of disabilities.

“Right, so you don’t mind if I do it again?”

He said, having a smirk as he slowly raised his hands.

“There’s no point…you’re just being delusional…”

Peter raised an eyebrow, still suspicious that it was a lie about having ‘tourette’s’. He couldn’t let this go so easily. He had to test it out and see your reaction to tickling again.

“Oh yeah? Alright then…guess I should test it out again, just to be sure…”

He said with a sly smirk as he slowly got off of the bed and started to come closer towards you.

“NO! I mean- no…you don’t have to do that…”

You say as you immediately back away more, even though there isn’t really anywhere to go…

Peter tried his hardest not to chuckle at your reaction. You were clearly in complete denial that you were ticklish, this only made him want to tickle you even more. He slowly continued to stalk closer to you as you backed away until you were pressed up against the wall.

“Why not…it’s just to check if I’m seeing things…right?”

He said, a smug smile on his face as he came closer and was now standing in front of you.

You look up at Peter with a pleading eye and nervous smile as you’re now against with wall.

“Peter?”

Peter smirked at your pleading and nervous look. He could tell you were scared but didn’t want to accept the fact that you were ticklish. He stopped so he was standing right in front of you, just an arm’s length away from you. He slowly raised his hands to your sides again.

“Yes?”

You let out a shriek at just the sight of his hands rising as you quickly shove them away and recoil yourself into the corner of the wall.

Peter chuckled at your little shriek. He found it so cute how you were so in denial about being ticklish. He also thought it was cute how you shrieked and recoiled yourself away from him. It was like your body knew it was going to be tickled and you wanted to avoid it.

“Oh come on, it’s just a little test…nothing to be scared of…”

He said, slowly lifting his hands up to your sides again, but instead he quickly pulls you over and into a tight one sided hug.

“Ah here we go.”

“NOOO! Peter nohohoho!”

You say through your giggling, even without having actually being tickled yet.

Peter tightened his grip around you as you protest. He couldn’t hold his laughter in as you went full on into your denial. Even when he squeezed your sides a bit he could tell you were struggling to remain calm.

“Are you sure you’re not ticklish? I mean you’re kind of freaking out right now…”

He said teasing you and slightly digging his fingers into your sides.

You let out a loud squeal as your knees immediately buck whilst you stay latched in Peter’s arms.

Peter laughed louder, having a tighter grip on you as you began to buck under his grasp. You were so obviously ticklish and a terrible liar.

He starts digging his fingers in deeper as he starts properly tickling you now.

As soon as the proper tickles start you immediately start giggling even more.

Peter smiles widely as you let out a string of giggles as he properly tickled you.

“Oh what’s this? Are those giggles I hear? No it can’t be! That would mean you would have to be ticklish!?”

“Sssshuhuhuhut up!”

You say, clearly flustered through your fits of giggles.

It was clear that earlier when you were tickling Peter that you were tough with the teasing. But now quite hypocritical as it’s clear you cannot whatsoever handle being tickled or even being teased.

Peter chuckled as you told him to shut up while still giggling. It was honestly endearing seeing your feisty and tough side get turned into a giggling mess.

“Hmm, you were so confident before when you were tickling ME…now look who’s all giggly now, hm?”

He said while continuing to dig his fingers deeper into your sides, causing a string of giggle and squirms as you failed to escape his grip.

“I’m sorry!”

You say incoherently through your giggling, sounding like an absolute child.

Peter chuckled more at your incoherent apologies. You clearly were fighting with everything you could to hold in your giggles. He loved seeing your tough, feisty and sarcastic nature being turned into a giggling, squirming mess right before his eyes.

“Aww you’re sorry?”

He teases as he gives you no mercy in his grip, digging his fingers into your sides even more and causing an endless string of giggles from you.

More giggles pour out of your mouth as you squirm in his grasp, letting out a little snort in the process of the giggling.

Peter couldn’t help but smile widely at the adorable sounds you were making while being tickled. He especially loved the little snort as you tried to speak through all your giggles. It was such a drastic difference from you being snarky and feisty, but he secretly found it sweet and endearing. He continued to tickle your sides, now focusing more towards your ribs.

“OKAHAHAHAY!”

Another snort comes out.

“Okay okay okahahahay! Mercy! Tap out! Just nohohohoho more!”

Peter smirked as you begin to beg for mercy. He could tell that you were completely breaking down and were begging for an escape from his tickling. He continued for another few seconds just to see how badly you’d start begging before stopping. He loosened his grip and retracted his hands from your sides.

“Alright fineee, I’ll take pity on you and stop.”

You let out a long giggly breath and slump against him whilst we stand.

“You’re cruel.”

Peter chuckled at your comment as you leaned against him.

“You were pretty cruel to me when you were the one tickling me, you know that, right?”

He said, having a slight smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yes but this was worse…

You made me snort…”

Peter laughs more at the mention of you having snorted while being tickled. It was honestly really adorable to him.

“And I’d happily do it again…”

“Mmh, whatever ‘Spider-Boy’…”

You mumble as you pull away from the hug and walk back over to the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

Peter rolled his eyes as you called him ‘Spider-Boy’ again. He definitely didn’t enjoy the fact that you’d given him this new nickname.

“Only if you promise not to call me ‘Spider-Boy’ in the future.”

He says as he climbs into the bed with you and pulls you in to cuddle.

“Can’t promise that…

I’m picking the movie.”

Peter knew that it was basically hopeless to get you to stop calling him ‘Spider-Boy’ but he still didn’t like it. He let out an exaggerated sigh before replying.

“Ugh fine, as long as I don’t have to watch any boring chick flicks.”

[stargazing15]

Now that we meet again

Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: For five summers you were Bradley’s summer love (aka each others first love), until he joined the Navy. What would happen when you two stumble unto each other at the Hard Deck 15 years later?

Warning: no use of y/n, mention of alcohol consumption, teasing, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex, adult banter. Minors DNI 18+

A/N: saw this post from @roostersforevergirl and got the idea. This is long, whoops, I am not sorry at all

Enjoy! ❤️

You had to blink twice, after your initial thoughts got confirmed by hearing the name.

“Bradshaw, you gonna take the shot or what?” Bradley had noticed you too and started to make his way over, after shoving the pool cue in the blond haired man’s hands.

“It is really you. Wow, long has it been? You look good, no, you look fucking great Bubbles.”

“About 15 years I guess. B, you aged well too. Where did that cute babyface go?” The hug was more than welcome. “God I missed you.” As you were about to tickle him, you weren’t feeling the soft belly under your fingers that you were used to feel, but rock hard yummy abs.

“Liking what you feel?” Oh Jesus that smirk combined with those puppy eyes, he still knew how to get to you. Definitely no alcohol tonight as you wanted to make sure to remember every single second clearly.

“Hell yeah, the scruff too. These muscles and the fact you didn't coming back during the next summers, does that mean you did it?” 

“Yup, Lieutenant Bradshaw at your service.” He said after taking a sip of his beer, of course letting a droplet beer escape and drip down his lip, to his chin, down his neck, okay, you were a goner already.

“Hmm, you know I like men in a uniform, care to introduce me to those hunks over there? Seems my colleagues already ditched me.” He smirked at your first remark.

“One sec Bubbles, just so I know I wouldn’t cross a line. Since I don’t see a ring, any boyfriend I need to watch out for?” He actually was right to ask that as you were about to flirt shamelessly with each other for the rest of the evening.

“Nope, still waiting for you B,” you teased. “And on your side? So my eyes wouldn’t get scratched out.”

“Same, I was searching for you. Let me introduce to that bunch of idiots I call friends.”

“Bradshaw, since you brought the lovely lady over, apology accepted. Hangman is the name, but you can call me Jake.” The blonde one winked.

“Hangman, stuck in kindergarten?” He had never expected that answer from you while displaying your cutest face.

“Callsign darling. Please don’t tell me you’re his sister or something?”

“Ew no.”

“Bagman shut it.” Bradley introduced you to the group and vice versa.

“B, you have a callsign too?” Everyone told you theirs, but Bradley stayed awfully quiet next to you.

“He hasn’t told you yet? It’s one close to his father’s, to honor him and he's always the first one up, Rooster.” You choked on the water you were trying to drink. They all knew now with certainty, that was not the complete story behind his callsign.

“You’ve got to be shitting me B.”

“Darlin, you know the real story?” The blonde one asked you. You looked with a little mischievous smile at Bradley. Trying to warn you, Bradley signalled you with his eyes.

“Oh come on B, don’t give me that look, don’t they deserve to know?”

“Bubbles, pretty please?” And like that puppy eyes appeared again, but you were enjoying this way too much knowing his mind and dick were about take a little trip down memory lane.

“Wait, you’re THE Bubbles?” Natasha, the only girl in the group you learned, asked you/ screamed for the whole group. “Tell me ALL the juice. But you can start with his callsign.”

“I’m gonna get a drink before I die from embarrassment.” Bradley excused himself from the group. Just to stand at the bar a couple of feet further, still able to hear everything.

“Okay, one evening, we had a couple of drinks, he was telling me about his father’s job and about callsigns. I knew about his desire to become an aviator. So we were trying to find one fitting for him. And Bradley with his big dick energy, do I need to tell more?”

“Oh my god, you two fucked?” Mickey as you remembered right, shouted.

“Bubbles, it was your favourite hobby during the summers as I remember right?” If he wasn’t shameless anymore, you were definitely not going to hold back anymore.

“Oh B, you know I love your massive dick.” The group was in awe on your reaction.

“S-so, how did you get your nickname, Bubbles?” The most innocent one of the group asked you, trying to chance the subject. He did not know, you were about to corrupt him further.

“Lost a bet and got Bubbles tatted on my butt, I always liked her.” You immediately noticed Jake eying your butt, as if he could see through your jeans. “Wanna see cowboy?”

“Hell yeah darlin.”

“Oh hell no, over my dead dick, uh body.” Bradley took a sip of his glass from embarrassment. You went closer to Bradley and stood in front of him, blocking the view from the others.

“Don’t tell me you already jerked off in the bathroom?” You whispered in Bradley’s ear while slowly letting your fingers trace down from his abs to your favourite merchandise in his pants and of course giving it a soft squeeze, making Bradley grunt.

“Well, your fault for looking this good.” After your little stunt he placed one leg between yours, letting his thigh touch with your clothed core, making you wanted to grind on him already. The moment your pelvis shifted a little to feel some friction, he removed his leg and joined Bob and Micky on the other side of the pool table, leaving you behind already hot and bothered. "Dickhead." You growled

“So, tell me more about younger Bradley, sorry, but we are in desperate need of blackmail material.” You were joined by Natasha and Rueben, after Bradley ditched you.

“Ooooh, I still have pictures on my phone, I think they’re somewhere in my cloud. One sec.” You kept your pictures together always close, let’s be honest, because he was and still is the love of your life. Only for five summers you got to call him yours.

Your face lit up the moment you found the pictures you were looking for. “Here, this was I think 16 years ago. And here, this one, from our last summer. This babyface is the same Bradley as the one standing over there.”

“I never imagined him being a little, chubby? But good chubby. You know he talked about you when we were deployed? When we are deployed, we all get sappy.”

“He was the cutest, too sad we lived so far away from each other during the rest of the year back then. What did he say about me?”

“It was always, back then Bubbles this and Bubbles that. And I don’t know if I should say this, but he referred to you as the one who got away. You were not just his first love, also the love of his life.”

“Nat is right. He was never able to keep a girlfriend, there was clearly always someone else on his mind.”

“Guys, I just met you and you two seriously trying to make me cry?”

***

“Rooster, man, you two are too obvious.” Mickey patted on his back.

“She’s ... really hot, I knoooow.” Bradley slurred.

“How many did you have already? You’re drunk and dumb. You two are so in love with each other. You realize that right?”

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“Come on, Rooster, this was your chance, why did you fuck it up by getting drunk?” Bob tried to make him aware of his mistake. Bob signalled you to come over with a sad expression.

“I’m so sorry your reunion night has to end like this, but he’s too drunk to keep him here, it’s been years since he’s been this drunk. I'm so sorry he's like that."

“You don’t have to apologize for his actions Bob, you are too kind. Can you help me with his address, I’ll drive his car, I came by cab.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, no one else but him can drive his Bronco.”

“He still has that thing? Don’t worry, I’ve driven it before. Ain’t that right B? I helped a bit with fixing it back in the days.”

“What? My Bronco gets to touch you first, I’m mad at her.” Bradley drunkenly grumbled.

“Jesus B, shut up before you’re about to embarrass yourself further.”

“Can you handle him on your own darlin?”Jake asked, coming out of nowhere.

“Not my first ride with drunken Bradley. It was nice meeting you all. Probably till a next time!”

After they helped you with loading Bradley in his Bronco and typing in the address, you were finally alone with him. Alone, with drunk Bradley, or so you thought.

“This was not how I imagined our reunion would end B.” You mumbled quietly. Not wanting a quiet ride, you put on one of cassettes you found on the dashboard. “Still the same music? Not much has changed apart from your appearance B.” Bradley hummed in response.

“Almost there, just don’t get sick and puke in your own car.”

“Never.” He sat up, stretched himself and suddenly did not look and sounded drunk at all.

“What the fucking hell! Dipshit, we left your friends because of you, they were all so nice.” You smacked the back of his head, making Bradley hiss in return.

“Eyes on the road Bubbles.”

“But what the fuck B, why this stunt? What were you drinking all night? You’re an idiot!” You were done raging by now.

“Feeling better?” You nodded as you parked his Bronco. “Penny, the nice bartender, she’s a good friend of us, she asked about you. And then noticed that you were having a nice time with the group. I might have said something about how always took care of me when I had a little too much to drink and she might have helped me with giving me apple juice.”

“Oh my god, you want me all for yourself. You didn't hear this but I love selfish Bradley. Come on, lead the way.”

Bradley’s house was unexpectedly … cute and cosy. “B, I love this place.” Oh god, he sneaked up behind you, just like the old days. His scent has changed, this was better, more manly, even more intoxicating than it ever was. His hands now on you waist, re-exploring the form of your body, his lips already planting kisses on your neck. The outline of his hardened dick already noticeable on your back. 

Bradley hurriedly turned you around and pressed your back against the wall, taking your face in his big hands. His nose was touching yours as he was staring in your eyes.

“I missed you so much.” Before you got the chance to say anything back, his lips were on yours, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. Your arms sneaked around his head, occasionally gripping on his locks. You both got flashback to those hot summer nights, making out in one of your bedrooms. Those memories and your bodies being pressed together made you moan, loud.

Bradley heard you and let go of the kiss, only to start attacking your jaw and neck with needy, wet kisses while hurriedly trying to discard your blouse, but he was stuck somewhere. You placed your small hands on his big ones to make him stop destroying your clothes.

“B, stop, take a breath.” He looked so lost at your words, eyes still blown with lust. He was doubting himself on the inside. Was he wrong to think you wanted this too? You two were flirting non stop with each other the whole evening. And when he kissed you, you definitely kissed back, he was sure you were enjoying it a lot.

You placed your finger on his lips and let your other hand that was still on top of his, slide in his hand. Slowly you guided him to his sofa while walking backwards, not breaking eye contact. Once Bradley was seated, your finger let go of his lips. “You really look cute confused B.”

“But I am Bubbles, I thought that you l-”

“Stop thinking and start feeling.” You seated yourself on his lap facing him and placed his hand on your heart and so did you with your hand on his heart. “Let’s do this again.” This kiss was not hurried, it was slow and tender. You and Bradley had kissed a lot in the past, and was passionate many times, but never like this. Every kiss, every touch, every time you and Bradley fucked were burned in your memory. Your heart had never be able to let go of him and tonight you were going to let him know. When you broke off the kiss to catch your breath, you noticed how wet you got from just kissing him. Yes, you wanted him to take you here and now, but you had waited so many years for this, so this moment had to be the most memorable one.

“But I don’t want you to leave after tonight Bubbles, I’ve been so dumb for not coming back or searching harder for you after not coming back-“

“You really only think with that big dick of yours? Have you not listened tonight?” Bradley shot you the same confused look as earlier, but with a slight smirk at the mention of his dick. “I” kiss “was” kiss “at” kiss “the” kiss “bar” kiss “with” kiss “colleagues” kiss, you tried to deepen the kiss, but Bradley backed his head and kept looking at you confused.

“Colleagues? Work?” You hoped those words would start to make sense.

“I really am not getting it Bubbles.”

“Jesus B, you are stationed here right?”

“Yes, permanently.”

“I work in the city. I live here too B, since 10 months and I am staying here, permanenly.”

“Oh”

“I’m not going anywhere B.”

“Never going to let go of you again.” He lifted you up with him and walked with you clinging onto him to his bedroom. “You are not allowed to leave this house for the next two days.”

“Uh, underwear?”

“If I remember right, you look good in mine, but I doubt you will wear anything during those two days. Because we,” he threw you on his bed, “are going to make up for all the time we lost.”

Bradley still being the big tease he is, slowly got out of his shirt and tossed it somewhere on the ground. Your mouth fell open at the sight in front of you, you had already felt it, but seeing him being this ripped, looking at you with his sinful eyes and sweet jesus that massive stick visible in his jeans, you were officially done for any other man.

Bradley crawled on top of you, opening your blouse button by button and kissing the newly exposed skin before opening the next button. When the last one was opened you helped him get rid of your blouse. Next he opened the button and zipper of your pants, letting it slowly lower on your legs. “Have you got any idea how beautiful you are? You’re so fucking perfect.”

Bradley returned to pepper kisses all over your body while his hands roamed over the rest of your body. He made this moment feel so intimate and perfect. When he was satisfied with his kisses on you, he turned his attention to your boobs, letting his fingers trace over the lace covering them. “As much as I like it, I think I might like more what’s underneath it, can I?”

“Please B, your lips feel so good on me.” He didn’t need to be told twice to remove your bra and toss on the other side of the room. He started to kiss each boob first before turning his attention to your nipples. He skilfully took one bud in his mouth and let his tongue make love to it, the sensation going straight to your already dripping core. He had only just begun and you were already a moaning mess under him.

Bradley sat up after taking care of your other nipple too, admiring your needy look under him. You never used to like this quiet moments, but with Bradley, he made you feel like a goddess.

After contemplating for a minute what to do first, Bradley decided something was missing on you and he went back to kissing your neck and collarbone again. His kisses weren’t going to give him the result he wanted so he started sucking your skin in between kisses right under your collarbone to leave a mark he will be able to admire the rest of the weekend.

“B, please … something.” you moaned under his touch and kisses.

“Enlighten me Bubbles.”

“Your mouth, on me, lower, ooh.” He yanked your panties off, your sweet moans were now making it impossible for him to keep up the slower pace he was trying to maintain.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me babe. So, so perfect, all for me.” He settled himself comfortably between your thighs, letting his hot breath ghost over your wetness. After a needy whine escaped over your lips, he stopped admiring you and kitten licked your slit first and your clit a couple of times. He let his tongue explore what you liked and found a good rhythm softly circling your clit, making the heat inside your body rise more and more, getting you closer to your pending orgasm. Deciding not to let wait any longer for your high, Bradley gently inserted two fingers in your needy core. He moaned when your walls already started to clench around his fingers. You were so lost in the trance Bradley had put you in, that you couldn’t hold anything back anymore. You started to buck your hips a little to make his fingers hit the spot that made you see stars immediately. The little movement of your hips added more pressure from Bradley’s tongue on your clit, what made you scream out his name. As soon as he increased the speed of his fingers in combination with the circling motion of his tongue on your clit, you felt the heat building up in your belly reach its high and the muscles in your butt and abdomen tense. And then, it all exploded, your insides squeezed the hell out of Bradley’s fingers, a firework went off in your belly and your mind was on the fluffiest cloud possible.

Bradley pricked your wonderful bubble open by starting to kiss the Bubbles tattoo on your butt. "Missed you beautiful girl. Only you." Good thing his obnoxious smirk betrayed his intentions.

“You dick.”

“Hear that buddy, she loves you.” He said to his proudly erected dick.

You put up your biggest eyes and a pouty face "You want me to lick your lollipop B?" You licked your lips in the process.

"Oh yes please."

Your expression changed to an apologetic one "Too bad I'm not in the mood for a lollipop, I think you only look good between my thighs." You took his dick in your hands and teased him by pumping in an extreme slow motion. He threw his head back when he felt your hands on him and groaning at your slow speed. "You only get to enjoy when you're inside me" you winked, "punishment for not searching for me harder."

"Fuck Bubbles, come here." He closed the gap between you with a sloppy kiss. His hands back on your boobs as soon as you laid on your back. Maybe your heads hitting each other for a second when you landed on the bed. You couldn't hold back a little laugh as Bradley was still clumsy when he wanted to hurry something.

"Remember we have time B, no hurry or one of us might get injured." You joked with a little mischievous smile. "But I've got to admit can't wait to have you inside me."

"Fuck Bubbles. Got mouthy over the years. I like that." He moaned in between kisses. He started to lower his kisses to your neck, to your boobs and eventually to your stomach while gripping your thighs with his wonderful hand throughout his kissing-spree.

"God, B. The scruff feels wonderful, thought the Navy wouldn't allow that." It did tickle your stomach lightly.

"Unfortunately not, thought to try it on my time off. Will keep my stache. That will never disappear. Do you want me to grab a-" He said while signalling to his top drawer of his night stand.

"Maybe, yeah, I think I'm clean, I always have been careful, but I don't want to risk, you know for the Navy. Sorry for being a little party pooper. Going to make an appointment first thing in the morning." During your sudden rambling Bradley had already taken a condom and torn the package open with his teeth. He rolled it over his very erected dick and started to position himself in front of your entrance, until he noticed you suddenly changing attitude.

"Don't go all shy on me now Bubbles."

"It's not that, might sound weird, but I just got this nostalgic feeling. I wanted to cherish it for a moment."

"Good, but we're going to make it better." He positioned himself in front of your entrance and slowly pushed his cock inside you.

"F-fuck B, so big, easy p-please." You panted, trying to adjust to his size, a small tear appeared on the brim of the eyes.

"Had any decent dick after me?" He started to play with your boobs again to make the adjustment somewhat easier.

"Fuck no, your lovestick is the best." One thing your learned during the years you and Bradley fucked: praise his big dick, the more you fuel his ego, the lovelier it gets for you.

Your remark unleashed his ego and he accidentally bucked his hips, making you moan loud in the process. "Shit sorry Bubbles."

"Keep going, fuck it feels so wonderful. Oh." You didn't mean to, but the sounds escaping your mouth sounded like a needy little bitch. That was the effect Bradley had on you, make you loose complete control.

Bradley started to thrust, deep and slow thrusts. Only grunts and moans were escaping your mouths, even Bradley managed to keep his dirty mouth shut. All because you were both enjoying this way too much. For the first time in your history with Bradley, he was making love to you. If he had done it like this the last time 15 years ago, he would have probably snuck you into his bag when joining the Navy.

His thrusts were still slow and deep, but he managed to go a little harder the second he managed to hit your spot. You were getting close again, very close. You moaning his name over and over again as you were meeting his thrusts while bucking your hips slightly.

"Close too Bubbles, fuck, you're so, ah, so good. Let go." And you did exactly as he asked, he sped up lightly and made your orgasm hit you like a truck. Just like that, your body fell limp due to to intense contraction of all of your muscles. It felt weird this intense, yet so wonderful. Seconds after you Bradley came too, screaming your name, not Bubbles. Hearing your name roll over his lips like that, damn. You were still in a haze from your own orgasm, but hearing was as icing on the cake. Life was perfect now.

Two minutes had passed and you were both still laying knocked fucked out on the bed, your hands had found each other and intertwined. "Wow, I always thought they exaggerated in movies after the mind blowing sex that we never get to see. But now I understand. I'll be right back." Bradley took the condom he had removed after collapsing on the bed and came back a bit later with a warm washcloth to take care of you.

"Thanks B, I don't think I am able to walk for a bit." You smiled shyly.

"That good huh?" He joined you again on the bed, giving you your panties and one of his his large shirts after getting in his boxers. He kissed you softly before laying down in front of you, so you could stare at another.

"Hmm, let me think, did I have better? Oh maybe that one ... nah, oh bit a couple years ago, he was good .. but nah. Oooh fifteen years ago, that guy was something. Oh wait. Just kidding B, you have always been the best for me and this was the best yet. No one has made me cum with his dick only."

"I love you." Bradley blurted out, he was shocked at his own words. He was planning on telling them, just not yet. He wanted to bring up some good memories first, talk a bit, cuddle, spoil you, maybe make you confess first. But the words were out before he knew it.

You moved closer to Bradley and laid one hand on his cheek while planting your lips on his. "I love you too B, always have."

A little tear appeared in his the corner of his eyes. "B, are you crying? Is something wrong?"

He quickly wiped away the tear and smiled. "Fuck no, everything is alright, even more than alright. Hearing those words, I can get used to hearing them .

"Bradley, I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you." And you ended your mantra with a peck on his lips.

"Hmm, in for a treat sweetheart? Spoiling me like that." Bradley already disappeared under the sheets, holding your hips down, ready to go down on you again. This was going to be the most memorable weekend of your life and finally the start of Bradley and you.

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Eddie had seen Steve at work before. He knew what the stupid Scoops uniform looked like, knew about the dorky shorts and the red scarf that went around his neck, and the little goddamn hat. He knew that, when everything was put together, the employees looked more like they were ready to put on a bad play. 

He’d never seen it on Steve, though. When Eddie saw him before work he hadn’t put it on yet, and after work Steve had already changed. To see Steve wearing it would have required either a. Steve putting it on and modeling for his boyfriend (which he was not going to do, thank you very much) or b. Eddie going to the mall, and when the hell would he have had a need for that? 

Except today he had a need. Today he had a need and some free time, and he was curious. Maybe he wanted to see his always perfect boyfriend looking just a little less perfect in that stupid ass uniform, so sue him. 

Only that wasn’t how it worked out. Eddie walked in, his smile wide and his eyes gleaming, his new records hanging from his hand. And then he stopped, right there smack in the middle of Scoops Ahoy. 

Goddammit. 

How did he manage to make even the uniform fucking hot?

Steve was there, in his little sailor suit and that goofy fucking hat, with his little ice cream scoop hanging around his waist. His eyes were so wide and so pretty, his lips were so pink as he smiled at a kid across the counter. Then those caramel eyes were flicking up, catching Eddie’s gaze, and Eddie was a goner. 

He started moving again, but the teasing smile was gone from his face. He leaned across the freezer, lowered his voice. “When’s your break?” he asked. No greeting, no ‘hey, big boy,’ nothing. 

Steve looked over at the clock, showing the two moles that Eddie loved running his thumb over when they were making out. “I can take it now. Everything okay?” he asked. Eddie wasn’t sure he could answer, not when Steve was looking at him like that, licking his lips like that, pushing his hat off to run his fingers through his hair– “Yeah. Now?”

Steve whistled, gestured towards Eddie with a tilt of his head. “Can you handle the counter for twenty minutes?” he asked Robin. 

All it took was one look at the way Eddie was holding himself with his fists clenched and his eyes fixed to Steve’s lips, his own mouth parted a little, and– “Yeah, get out of here,” she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Steve tucked his hat into his apron pocket and moved to take it off. 

“Leave it on,” Eddie murmured. His fingers had moved from a fist to drum against the top of the freezer. 

Steve looked at him, really looked at him, and it clicked. He grinned and dropped the scoop onto the counter before jerking his head towards the back. “Van?”

Normally Eddie would have said yes, would have loved to have Steve spread beneath him or on top of him in the back of his van. They’d done it a lot– not that they needed to sneak or anything when Steve had the whole house to himself. Eddie just loved it, the way the rest of the world got shut out as they fucked in the little nest he’d set up back there for them. They could lay there after with the doors open, and they could just talk for hours. They’d fallen asleep like that more than once. 

Today, though, Eddie was in too big a hurry. He followed Steve through the back room, out into a back hallway. “Where does this door take us?” he asked. Steve was headed for an exit, but Eddie didn’t have time to traverse the parking lot, and other people. He needed his hands in those tight ass shorts right the fuck now. 

“It’s a storage closet– Eddie!” 

Eddie pushed the door open, dragged Steve inside and kicked the door closed behind them. It was bigger than a regular storage closet, with a frosted glass window. When he tried to flick the lightswitch there was nothing. They were alone in the dark, save for the light filtering through the glass. He dragged Steve deep into the closet, behind a tall shelf. There was a table tucked into the corner, and with a sweep of his arms Eddie had half of it cleared off.

“How are you so goddamn hot in that?” he asked. He was smiling now that they were alone and he didn’t need to keep himself composed. “Jesus Christ, I knew the uniform was bad, but…” 

“But?” Steve pressed. 

“I’ve never wanted to get my hands on you so fast in my fucking life. This thing is dangerous, baby.” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up just to dip his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. “This thing should be fucking illegal.” Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Steve’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, and then Eddie’s hands were gripping Steve’s ass and pulling him closer. 

The kiss didn’t last long, because then Eddie’s teeth were against his throat and Steve was crying out softly. “Fuck– I don’t have long–” “We’ll owe Robin,” Eddie murmured. He pulled on the chain connecting his wallet to his jeans and dug through until he had the sample lube packet he carried around. (“For emergencies,” he’d said, when Steve had found it the first time. Who was fucking laughing now? Not Steve!)

Eddie turned Steve around, bent him over the table, had his shorts down and two slick fingers against his hole in record time. 

“Jesus, Eddie–” Steve looked back at him with dark eyes. “Never seen you like this–” “Never seen you like this,” Eddie retorted. While one thick finger started working Steve open, he leaned in to nip and bite at Steve’s neck. “Gonna fuck you, honey. Fuck you so good. You look so good, you know that? Know how good your ass looks in these shorts?”

Steve could barely speak when Eddie got like this. Between the words against his ear and the finger working him over in a way that made his knees weak, it was all he could do to just whimper Eddie’s name. “That’s it,” Eddie encouraged. He rolled his hips, let Steve feel his cock through his jeans. “You fucking did that to me. Just seeing you behind the counter, looking so goddamn good, sweetheart. Like a– a fuckin’ painting or somethin.” 

A second finger breached Steve’s entrance and Steve gasped. 

“Shoulda– shoulda shown you months ago,” he panted. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s– fuck–” Eddie’s fingers curled up towards his prostate once, twice, over and over. “You’re always so loud. Someone’s gonna hear you, gonna know you’re in here getting it so good.” “Eddie–” Steve dropped his forehead to the table and whined, rolled his hips back against those long fingers, essentially fucking himself onto them. “Oh my god–” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up to nip at his back. “Tell me when you can take more–” “Now! Now now, I can take it,” Steve promised. “Fuck, Eddie, please–” “So greedy.” Eddie obliged, pressed a third finger inside before latching on to Steve’s shoulder blade with his teeth to suck a dark hickey there. His other hand came around to stroke Steve’s cock in time with the movement of his fingers in Steve’s ass. 

It was too much, too fast. Steve barely had time to get his apron out of the way before he was coming with a shout that he muffled by burying his teeth into his own bicep. 

Eddie’s fingers were gone, and then his cock was there, the thick head pressing past his rim. “So fucking tight, sweetheart,” he panted. He gripped Steve’s hip with his lube covered hand and buried his other hand in that head of hair. 

“Eddie–” Steve tried to drive back, to get more, but Eddie’s hold was meant to keep him from moving. Steve could get away if he wanted to, but he really didn’t fucking want to. “Just relax, I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie reminded him before driving forward and burying himself with one smooth stroke. Steve couldn’t help but cry out with the sudden jolt of pleasure; if not for Eddie’s hands and the table, he would’ve hit the floor. 

“Oh god, Eddie, fuck–” “You good?” Eddie breathed. “Too much?”

“No, fuck no. Just– move?” Steve urged. “Need more–” Eddie groaned and buried his face in Steve’s neck. He picked up a quick, hard rhythm. Steve’s chest was flush to the table, his hands holding on to the other side to help keep upright. 

“Yes– yes–” he encouraged with breathy little moans. “So good–” “That how you want it?” Eddie asked. “Wanna walk funny? Let everyone know– fuck– know how much you love getting fucked like this, honey?” His breath came in puffs against Steve’s ear as he kept driving his hips forward. “Yes–” Steve sobbed out. “God yes–”

“Hello?” The door creaked open, letting in a beam of light that ended just outside of where they stood. If they moved back, they would be visible. “Is someone in here?”

Eddie had stilled with his hips flush against Steve’s ass, and Steve had his mouth against his arm again to keep himself quiet. The lightswitch flicked up, down, up, back down once more before the door closed and they were left alone again. 

Mostly alone, anyway. Whoever had interrupted them was still standing outside, their outline visible in a crack between boxes on one of the higher shelves, and they were talking to someone else. Eddie could hear the low murmur of their voices, and if they could hear the strangers then…

“You have to be quiet,” Eddie whispered as he started rolling his hips again. “Gotta be quiet for me, sweetheart, or they’ll walk in and find you like this.” Steve rocked back as much as he could as the desire surged through him. He didn’t want to be caught, but knowing someone was right outside? It was as dangerous as Eddie had claimed his uniform was. 

“Want me to stop?” Eddie murmured, his hips slowing. 

Steve shook his head and drove back, impaling himself again. 

They moved together, quiet and fast, Steve’s little moans and whimpers barely concealed as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. 

He couldn’t warn Eddie when it happened, he could only shudder through it and bite his arm again to keep himself as quiet as possible– a feat made even more difficult when he could feel Eddie spilling deep into his body. 

They slumped against the table to let their breathing even out again. By the time Eddie felt like he could stand up straight the voices outside were gone. He huffed out a laugh, slipped out of Steve carefully. “Fuck. Fuck, you okay, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded as he straightened up, too. “Gonna need a new apron,” he said, grinning a little. He pulled it off, then turned to use it to clean himself up.  

“Tell ‘em I’ll pay for it.” Eddie tucked himself away, smoothed his hand through his hair. He had the patience to wait until Steve was completely dressed– sans apron– to pull him in for a kiss. It was slow, languid, less desperate than their last kisses had been. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, did you know that?” Eddie whispered. 

Steve pinked a little. “You keep telling me that, I’m gonna start believing it,” he said. 

“Good.” Eddie pecked his lips, his cheek, leaned down to kiss his moles. He wanted to stay here forever– the ‘here’ being Steve’s arms, not in the storage closet. They couldn’t hide in here forever, though. 

“Guess I have to get you back to work,” he said as he smoothed Steve’s hair back from his face. 

“Guess so.” Steve sighed, stole another kiss before grabbing his hat and perching it on his head. “I’ll still see you tonight, right?” “Yeah, tonight.” As they left the closet, Eddie with his bag in hand once more, he stopped and caught Steve’s sleeve between his fingers. “And Steve? Wear the uniform.” 

[snootlestheangel]

My Favorite SoapGhost tropes

I just feel the need to put this out there

Some are slightly NSFW so read under the cut

"One of Them Gets An Awkward Boner While Pressed Together Trying to Hide From Hostiles"

Can't tell which one getting the boner is better. It's such a good trope regardless of which one is just shamelessly down bad for the other. My preference depends on how the relationship is being conveyed. As in like, which one is being portrayed as the Top and which is the Bottom. -Soap falling hard for Big Bad Ghost and Ghost knowing/realizing this and using it to make Soap totally melt in his hands. -*Ghost realizing he's still just a human, and upon seeing Soap, he knows he's a goner. Just Ghost being so desperate to have Soap toss him around and make him feel good. -Ghost getting all awkwardly hard is great cause it's Ghost and he should have better control over himself, he's in the middle of an assignment for fuck's sake! And also cause Soap then just gives him a knowing smirk or a little surprised "Oh". Soap suddenly realizing how much of a mess Ghost turns into because of him. -*Soap, on the other hand, getting all bothered and just trying desperately to not be so attracted to his lieutenant, only to open his eyes and realize Ghost is staring right at him. Soap dying of embarrassment when Ghost's eyes flick downwards ever so subtly. Later, Soap wanting to apologize for the awkward scenario, only for Ghost to either shut him down or subtly hint he found it attractive.

*These are my favorites tbh. Slap them together though! Ghost having a secret adoration for Soap, only for something to happen and Soap realizes he wants to get ruined by this big, scary lieutenant. Definitely wanting to combine Soap being down bad for Big Bad Ghost and Ghost using this to make Soap melt, but only after the awkward boner incident cause prior Ghost is all "I'd set the world on fire for him" and Soap is more "damn, he could break me and I'd thank him" * **100% using this in one of my works**

Soap Being Ghost's Redemption

Soap worship tropes go hard not gonna lie. Just something about Ghost seeing himself as something so broken, so fucked up, so dark there's no way he can be saved. Then he meets Soap and suddenly there is hope. There's a new belief that maybe Ghost isn't worthless, that maybe Simon Riley can be saved Bonus Points if Ghost and Simon are portrayed as being slightly separate entities and Ghost believing he can't be saved, but knowing Simon can be. Soap trying to prove that both can be saved because he's Simon "Ghost" Riley and is worth every breath

Confident Assholes in Love

Being so desperately in love but also being assholes will never not be fluff/comedy central. Them intentionally not doing anything when someone starts hitting on the other cause they know they're only for each other. The one getting hit on eventually putting a stop to it by just walking over to the other to make out in front of the person hitting on them. Them doing things to fuck with the other cause they know they're still in love regardless. Just a solid trope 10/10

Yeah, these are like my top 3 favorite SoapGhost tropes. They're just fire and I'd read anything involving any of these

[xmasterofmunsonx]

Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana. Things get spicy in this chapter. 🌶️

Pairing: harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: um, thank you for the love on this? I’m shocked chapter 1 has so many notes 😭

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, weed, mentions of past abusive relationship, mention of body image issues, some smut (f receiving), fluff and lmk if I ever leave anything out!!

Word count: 5k+

III.

“Morning.” Eddie’s rough morning voice woke you up. You found yourself on your side, your arm wrapped around his warm, bare abdomen and your legs entangled with his. “I need to uh, pee, but there’s a human pretzel attached to me.”

“Sorry.” You rasped out and turned on your other side as Eddie left the room to go to the bathroom. You heard some mumbling and then he was back, climbing into bed again. “Wayne just got home so he’s heading to take a nap, I usually wake up and talk with him but I told him you were over. He said hey, and you better stick around so he can talk to you.” You chuckled as Eddie wrapped an arm around you, pulling your back into his chest.

Something about this felt so right, and you weren’t sure why it did so soon. Charlie had been your only serious relationship, starting in 10th grade- he’d really been all you’d ever known, so you didn’t know what to think about your budding feelings about Eddie, your old best friend. You sighed and relaxed into his body, and felt him do the same to you. The longer you laid there, the more you started to overthink the last few days.

“Hey, Eddie?” You spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” He matched your tone as he ran his hands through your hair in a soothing manner.

“What uh, what are we doing here?” You asked, wincing as you waited for his answer.

“Well, it seems to me we’re two people cuddling in bed that are on the brink of a hangover.” He joked and placed a small kiss to your bed head.

“No, but like-”

“We don’t have to be anything. I’m just so glad that you’re here.” You nodded as he pulled you tightly to his body. “You know, all those years in high school I had such a crush on you.”

“What?” You turned to face him, he was blushing and nodding his head.

“Yeah, I always had the biggest, most annoying crush on you. Good God. Just ask Wayne… really anyone. I knew you wouldn’t give me a second thought after you moved onto high school and since I was a year younger than you, I knew you’d find a high school boy who would be the boyfriend for you. So I just… admired you from afar. I watched you turn from the nerdy girl I had a crush and a chance on, to the beautiful cheerleader I had a creepy crush on and absolutely no chance with, ever. The first time your friends called me a freak, I knew that you would never see me as anything else.”

“You really thought that?” You looked into his eyes and your heart broke as he spoke honestly to you. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I knew my girl was hiding somewhere in there. I still see her- I’m looking at her right now.” He traced his fingers over your face, and you closed your eyes, leaning into him and kissing him gently. You pulled back to look at him, and he grabbed your cheek and pulled you into him with the same hunger he’d kissed you with last night at the Hideout. The way he was calling you his girl already had you completely wrapped, and the way he was kissing you was just the bow on top.

He pulled back, his dark brown eyes seemed even darker. “Where’d you learn to kiss so good?”

“You act like I’ve never been with anyone, Harrington. Not called the freak for nothin’.” He winked at you, and you were an officially complete goner.

“You… you’re something else, Munson.” You outlined the lines around his eyes and watched as his lids fluttered shut. “Do you have to work today?”

“Nu-uh. It’s Sunday. The store is closed, no lessons. What do you wanna do today?”

“This. But my parents come back today, so I’m sure they’ll expect me to be there at some point.” You sighed at the stressful thought, flipping to lay on your back and stare at the ceiling.

“You don’t have to. You’re an adult, you know.”

“But it’s not that simple. I wish it was. They’d lose their mind if they knew I spent the night here last night. They have a stupid Hawkins Benefit coming up, I’m sure I’ll have to go to that since I’m in town.”

“I could go with you.” He said it so easily because he had no idea the weight the event always put on you. You hated these functions, you hadn’t been to one in a year or two- that was one of the reasons you would come home during college with Charlie. To just be seen at the benefit.

“It’s all the people who probably still think you’re wanted for murder. Like Jason’s parents, Charlie’s parents, etc. Steve and I always have to go. Maybe we can convince Robin to go too so he and I don’t go alone.”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip before speaking up, “Then I’m definitely going with you. Do you think Charlie will try to show up?”

Fuck. You hadn’t even thought of that. “Probably not. He’s dumb, but he’s not that dumb?” You questioned yourself.

“Yeah, I’m definitely going with you. When is it?”

“Uh, like, Friday night.”

“Alright, I’ll just cancel Hellfire and we’ll go.”

“Eddie, no. You don’t ever cancel-”

“Like hell I’m letting you go to the benefit or whatever with your ex’s parents and probably your ex, without me there.” You were more concerned about the comments that would be made about you, and all the questions you were going to have to answer about the breakup too.

“It’s going to be all of those nosy ladies questioning me about Charlie and-”

“I’m going. We’ll go shopping today, then I’ll come over to your house with you, yeah?”

You sighed in defeat. You did need a dress, and Eddie would definitely need to find something to wear too.

-

You pulled up to your house in Eddie’s van, hands practically shaking from nerves because you knew that what was about to unfold wasn’t going to be good. Wayne had woken up around lunchtime, and you and Eddie left after having lunch with him to go shopping, then head to your house. Your dads car was parked out front beside Steve’s, so at least you wouldn’t have to deal with 20 questions alone.

“There you are! Where’ve you- oh, I didn’t know you were bringing Eddie over.” Your moms face practically twisted as she took in his appearance.

“Heyyyy, Mrs. and Mr. Harrington. How was your trip?” Eddie turned his charm on, in hopes of it working on one of them.

“Oh it was fine. I’m just going over the details of the benefit next weekend, I expect you and Steve to be there?” Your mom looked at you from underneath her glasses.

“Actually Eddie’s coming too, and Robin.” You firmly stated, causing Steve to break his stare at the TV.

“But-”

“They’re residents of Hawkins too, and everyone in the community is welcome, aren’t they?” You plopped the shopping bags on the kitchen table as you stalked over to your mom, daring her to speak ill of Eddie in front of you.

“Well, I just worry what it’ll look like if you come with a date after just breaking things off with Charlie, sweetheart.”

“It’ll look like I’ve moved on. Because I have. Because I needed to.”

“His mother is going to be there, I expect you to speak to her.” She fired back at you.

“I’ll do nothing I don’t want to do.” You crossed your arms- this felt like a high school argument you had with her about having to participate in the actual benefits instead of just attending. Steve was sassy and stubborn, but absolutely nothing like you. You heard footsteps retreating behind you and saw Eddie leave the kitchen to join Steve and your dad in the living room.

“You really think bringing him is the smartest thing to do, sweetie?” She whispered.

“Yes, mother. He used to be my best friend if you remember. Or did you completely block that out once I became the Hawkins High queen you always wanted me to be?”

“I just worry.” She fretted.

“I don’t give a damn, mom. I’m sick of being what you want me to be. I’m back here on my own terms, and you’re not even around enough to be able to tell me what to do like this anymore. Fuck, you were never around even when I was growing up! As soon as you heard dad was sleeping around on his trips you-”

You watched in slow motion as your moms hand retreated to slap you- something that had definitely happened before. But you caught her hand, after years with Charlie you had learned body language.

“Don’t you dare talk about your father like that.” Your mom spoke to you in a harsher tone as she held her hand back to herself, clearly embarrassed by her own attempt.

“You sure you want me there next Friday? I’ll probably embarrass you- being there with the town ‘freak.’ But I’ll be there, because me not being there would embarrass you way more, wouldn’t it?” You watched as she stuttered over her words, you took a deep breath and turned on your heels to walk away; you had no idea where this confidence had come from because you’d never spoken to your mom like that before. You passed through the living room and headed up the stairs to your room with your bags to unpack them before dinner. You heard Steve and Eddie talking about who should go up to talk to you.

“You good?” Steve appeared in your doorway, propped up on his arm. “I-I’ve never heard you talk like that to her.”

An angry tear rolled down your face, “I’m just fucking sick of it Steve. Eddie doesn’t deserve any of the poor treatment he’s been handed to by this shitty town and I’m sick of mom pretending like we’re this perfect family when we’re the furthest thing from it.” You thought back to your lunch with Eddie and Wayne and how there’d been no arguments or fighting, the two were genuinely happy to see each other even though they saw each other every day. And Wayne was thrilled to have you in his house again, he had hugged you multiple times before you two left.

Steve stepped out of the doorway, making room for Eddie to walk by. He embraced you in a hug, not saying anything. You let out a few muffled cries into his shoulder. You weren’t sad, you were just that mad right now.

“You don’t have to go Friday, you know that?” Steve placed a hand on your shoulder and you pulled back from the hug you were sharing with Eddie.

“I do. Because that’s going to piss her off even more, and I want to show off my Eddie.” You could tell Steve wanted to joke about something but he withheld it and just patted you on the shoulder, leaving you two in your room as he shut the door behind him.

“Your Eddie, eh? I’ve never seen you fired up like that. It was kinda hot. Scary. But kinda hot.” You laughed at him, “But I’m your Eddie?”

“You keep saying I'm your girl, so I guess you’re my Eddie?” You twirled a curl that was resting by his collarbone.

“I’m yours, baby.” He kissed your forehead.

“You’re such a little sucker, Eddie. I never expected you to fold so fast to a girl.”

“Not just any girl, but my girl. If it’s not too soon, then I’d like to ask you if you’d be interested in being my uh, my girlfriend?”

“As if I have any other waiting prospects. I'd love to.” You sealed the deal by standing on your tip toes and placing a kiss on his smiling lips.

-

Five days was all it took before you ran into someone you didn’t want to see. It was the middle of the week and your mom had asked you to run to the grocery store for a few things she’d forgotten for this week’s groceries and she was far too engrossed in planning last minute details for the benefit to go herself. You, jobless, had nothing else to do and since Eddie was at work you were practically bored to tears. You had already cleaned out your closet, dresser, rid your room of your high school memorabilia and hung up some artwork that made you happier than the fake smiles.

“Well, well, well! Look who it is. I heard you were back in town but didn’t know if it was true or not.” Grace. Of all the people.

“Yeeep, I’m here.” You tossed the bag of apples into the cart and kept walking. She ran a few steps to get ahead of you and stopped the cart with her perfectly manicured pink nail polished hands.

“You going Friday night?” You rolled your eyes and wanted to evaporate into thin air. You didn’t know if she knew that you knew about her and Charlie’s hookups but now wasn’t the place or time to bring it up.

“Have I ever missed one?” You put on your fake Hawkins charm.

“Missed a few. I remember Charlie couldn’t come back to town for a couple of them.” Her words stung, and then you knew she was aware of the situation.

“Oh, I’m sure you were just so upset about that, weren’t you?” You over dramatically pouted your bottom lip. “If you think that you can try to pull some shit on Friday, Grace, you’re wrong.”

“Or what, you gonna have your new little boyfriend kill me or something? Snap my bones and gouge my eyes out?” She crossed her arms and laughed.

You smiled and shoved the cart into her abdomen and backed away, “see you Friday.” You made sure to accidentally run over one of her toes, which you were sure matched the hot pink polish on her fingers.

By the time you made it to the checkout you were practically shaking you were so angry. You did a double take over the groceries and realized nothing needed refrigeration, so you decided to stop by Eddie’s work to see him before going home.

“Guess who the fuck I saw at the store?!” You immediately spotted him, he was leaning over the front counter browsing a magazine when you came into the store with the force of a hurricane. Eddie’s eyes were wide as he looked up, stuttering at your wild appearance. “GRACE, EDDIE! And would you believe that bitch had the audacity to joke about you snapping her bones if she didn’t stay away Friday?!?!”

“I-I mean, I can believe it. Come sit down, you need to take a breather.” He motioned for you to step behind the counter to sit with him. He sat down on the stool, then pulled you between his legs where you leaned against his leg. “You can’t let her get to you.”

“She knows that I know about her and Charlie, Eddie! God, they were probably fucking for months and I was too dumb to realize it.” Your chest was heaving up and down as you talked, Eddie was just rubbing your arm as he listened. “She said she was sad that he had missed benefits over the last few years.”

“She’s doing that just to get a rise out of you, sweetie.”

“Well, it fuckin’ worked, didn’t it? I think she’s up to something on Friday and I don’t like it.”

“I’ve already got Hopper on it, don’t worry about it. He’ll be there undercover. No one will suspect that he’s there working. A few of his buddies will be there too.”

“But Grace’s uncle is a patrolman too, who’s to say-”

“Everyone hates him, too. There’s nothin’ to worry about, you’re taken care of.” Eddie pulled you in closer for a hug and you leaned into it. “I’ve got a lesson I’ve gotta get ready for in 10 minutes, so I need to head to the room. You gonna be okay? Wanna come over tonight?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll pick you up when I get off. Wayne’s making spaghetti before he goes into work.” He kissed you quickly and you told him goodbye, then made your way back home in your moms car.

“That took a while.” She said as you tossed the groceries onto the counter, starting to unpack them before she could get her hands on them herself.

“Yeah, I ran into Grace at the store. Then I went and saw Eddie for a little bit. I’m uh, I’m gonna go have dinner with him and Wayne tonight and probably spend the night too.” You held your eyes tight as you waited for a reprimand from your strict mother. You were a grown adult now, and the two of you were like fire and ice- one minute you were hot and the other cold, either bickering or getting along just fine.

“That sounds good. I think your brother has to work late tonight. Will you be able to help me set up the venue Friday morning?”

“Should be, unless something changes. I have so many plans now, you know.” You unpacked the apples into the fruit bowl and arranged them how you knew your mom liked. You quietly finished unpacking the groceries for her and then hovered, watching her make lists and gathering things to make for dinner. “Sorry about the other night. I’m just… overwhelmed. Coming back home wasn’t in the plans for me, and neither was calling off an engagement. I know you and dad are disappointed but I wasn’t safe in that relationship anymore and you guys have to understand that.”

“We do. I’m sorry if you thought we didn’t believe you, it was just shocking news to us to hear what was happening and how long it had been going on. Charlie’s mom is in denial too- he’s told her you were the one who cheated.”

“And I’m sure he left out how he was abusive?”

“Yeah, he has. I told her that you got the police involved in Chicago and that changed her mind some but I’m sure there’s going to be some talk on Friday. We’ll do our best to diffuse it.” She said, folding the kitchen towel neatly onto the counter.

“He’s going to be there, isn’t he?”

“He- he is. I told Jane that it’s in the whole town's best interest for him to not come but she said he’s already home and planning on coming.”

“Mom.”

“I know.”

“What’s going on here?” Eddie’s voice rang through your ears, and he wrapped an arm around you from behind, placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Charlie’s going to be there Friday. I expect no funny business from any of you. That extends to your brother and his date, and friends too.”

“Oh, it’s not us you have to worry about Mrs. Harrington.” Eddie smiled at your mom and somehow earned a genuine one from her.

“Better not be. Now, you two go on. I’ll see you later.” Your mom dismissed you and you headed up the stairs to pack an overnight bag for Eddie’s house.

“What got into her?” Eddie asked as he buckled his seatbelt and backed out of your driveway, all while taking a hit from his cigarette.

“I apologized. Apparently that’s the trick to the big,

bad witch.”

The drive to the Munson house wasn’t long, especially with Eddie speeding where he could. When you walked in you immediately smelled dinner and your stomach growled. You were excited to have a meal with Wayne that didn’t involve your mother’s comments about what you were eating or how much you were eating, or to make sure you could still fit in your dress for Friday.

“Word on the street is you two are a thing now?” Wayne said before he even greeted you with a hug and you hugged him back with a smile.

“I guess you heard right.”

“Don’t fuck it up, son.” Was all he said to Eddie, causing him to roll his eyes. “I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s about time you two got together. This boy was lovesick for you in middle school and wouldn’t say a damn thing to you about it. Then when you went with that Charles- what’s his face? He was downright distraught for weeks.”

Eddie was twisting a curl through his lips as he glared at Wayne. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing from shame or not, but it was quite adorable seeing the interaction between the two men.

“Well, sit down for dinner. I wanna hear all about Chicago since you’re not hungover like you two were the other day.”

Dinner went by nice and slow, the conversation flowed smoothly and it was nice to be heard for once. Eddie hung onto every word you spoke, barely speaking the whole time as he admired you and Wayne talking back and forth like he wasn’t even there. He was happy to see you sitting at the dinner table with them, and you were happy to be there.

“Wanna watch a movie? There’s not much else to do.” Eddie suggested as you sat down on the couch by yourselves, Wayne had to leave for work at 7:30, and you two had split a joint after dinner. Your bellies were full of pasta and your heads felt light from the weed.

“You pick. I’m too lazy.”

“Ghostbusters? Nightmare on Elm Street?” Eddie named off some of the tapes that were in a pile beside the tv.

“Elm Street!”

“You’re not gonna get too scared? One, two, Freddy’s coming for you…” Eddie sang in a creepy voice as you got cozy underneath one of the crochet blankets from the couch.

“Me? No way. You’re the scaredy cat.”

“Am not.” He put the tape in the VCR and walked over to join you on the couch.

“Are too.”

“Am nooooot.” He sang back to you.

“We’ll see about that.”

Not even ten minutes into the movie and you were laid on top of Eddie, making out with him with the tv on in the background. Your legs were intertwined with each other and your hands were roaming all over, exploring one another’s bodies.

“When did you get so firm?” You asked him, laughing at your own question.

“I’ve been half hard since about… the second hit of that joint.”

“No, I mean, your body. You used to be so soft.”

He shrugged as he ran his hands up your side, causing you to giggle more. “Guess I grew into it.”

“Feels good.” You dove forward into the crook of his neck, placing kisses everywhere you could get to and you felt him pawing at the bottom of your shirt. He let out a moan as you kissed a spot near his earlobe and you sucked on it a little bit, earning another moan from his throat.

“Fuck.” He muttered out as your hips were grinding against each other’s, searching for as much friction as you could possibly find through your clothes. “Can I take this off? Anything? Wanna see you, baby.” He tugged at your loose sweater and you nodded, sitting up and taking it off yourself. You felt self conscious, you hadn’t thought about this happening tonight so you didn’t have on your best looking bra, and no one else had ever seen you like this except Charlie. Eddie must’ve sensed you were uncomfortable, as he sat up and pulled you close. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know, it’s just, no one’s ever seen me like this before except-”

“Don’t even say his fucking name in my presence, not when you’re on top of me like this.” Eddie reached down between you two and pulled his shirt off. “Now we match.” You pulled him in for a kiss, and your skin touching his felt so good, his skin was so soft, but his body was so firm- the opposite of your soft belly and breasts.

“I can um, take this off.”

“Let me do the honors, yeah?” He reached behind you with one hand and unclasped your bra, and watched you shimmy out of it. “Holy fuck.” He cradled your breasts with gentle hands, testing the weight of them as he squeezed and pushed them together, causing a moan from you. “Feel good?”

“Mhm.” You moaned as you were straddled on top of him, grinding down onto his hard bulge that was growing in his tight denim. You watched as he leaned down to place a kiss to both of them, before taking your left nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, pulling back with a smack and watching for your reaction as your head threw itself back. “Fuck, Eddie.” He repeated the action on the other side while playing with the other one with his free hand.

“C’mon, let’s go to my room.” He hoisted you off of him and pulled you to his room. He hit the play button on the tape player in his room and turned the volume down on the mix tape so it wasn’t completely silent in the room, the movie was long forgotten now. “What do you want me to do?” He asked as he stalked towards you like an animal after its prey. His eyes were dark, and he was reaching out for your soft body, moving your arms so he could get a better look at you.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been asked that.” You blushed. For the most part you and Charlie had a lot of sex, but it was boring, and he was the one who was always calling the shots. Always the one who got off, always the one who was pleasured the most.

“So you’re telling me you’ve never been asked what you want?” You shook your head, “you want me to eat you out, you want to suck my cock? What do you want, baby?” You were blushing and looking down, Eddie’s ringed pointer finger traced a line up from your belly button, through the center of your breasts, up your throat and to your chin where he guided you to look up at you. “Bet you’ve never been eaten out, have you?” His other hand was working at your belt. “No one’s ever tasted this pussy, have they?”

God, Eddie was talkative. “N-no. And I didn’t think we’d be doing this so I didn’t shave or anything, so I’m-”

“I don’t want you to apologize, baby. I want you to feel good, alright? Just lay back and relax, I’m gonna take care of you.” You nodded and fell back on his bed as he crawled over top of you. “He really never did this with you?” You shook your head, feeling ashamed at how much more experienced Eddie clearly was, despite him being more of the “nerd” and you being the popular girl. “What a goddamn shame. More for me.” He worked at your pants and slid them down your legs, then his fingers crossed over the wet patch forming in your panties. “You ever touched yourself?”

“Yeah, I’ve done that. I had to if I ever wanted to cum.”

“Just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, and I’m gonna use my mouth on you too.”

“You really don’t have to, Eddie, it’s probably gross and-”

He put his finger to your lips to get you to shut up for once, “Not another word. I’m sorry, but I’m going to eat this pussy for dessert.” Your underwear were quickly dragged down your legs by him and you felt his fingers working their way between your lips. Your eyes were shut out of immediate pleasure, Eddie finding your clit like a professional. The next thing you felt was his hot breath hovering over you, and he dove in, tongue first to lick a thick, wet strip over your pussy. You opened your eyes to see him pussy drunk already at the sight of your wetness for him. He started licking and sucking in all the right places, it felt so good that he had to hold your hips down to keep them in place.

“That feels so good!” You moaned out as he continued, but then he added two fingers to stretch you out which was a surprise. You were so tight because you hadn’t been touched in any way in months, and it was the kind of pain that hurt but felt so good.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. Relax for me.” You nodded as you tried to, letting Eddie work his fingers in and out of you while he continued to eat you out like a starved man. “I can feel you’re getting close, I want you to cum for me baby. Please.” He dove down again, circling your clit with his skilled tongue, and his fingers at the perfect pace. Your body convulsed as you came, and he continued licking until you were overstimulated by the slightest touch.

“Fuck.” You both said at the same time.

“I came in my pants like a teenager, I’m so sorry.” He wiped his mouth with his bare arm before kissing you. “I gotta go change.” He tossed an Iron Maiden shirt and a pair of clean boxers to you to put on, and then he came back in just a pair of clean boxers. “Was that alright?”

You nodded, “more than alright. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, thank you for letting me. You really have never had that happen?”

You shook your head, “no. I’ve only ever been with him, and it was always all about him.”

“Baby, you deserved so much better.” Eddie pulled you into him as you relaxed, listening to the music softly playing in the background. Your eyes felt heavy as you gave into sleep, and you heard Eddie mutter to himself but you weren’t quite sure what he said.

“Hm?” Your sleepy eyes looked up at him, and he seemed surprised that you heard anything.

“I was just saying you probably deserve better than me too, but I’m not letting you go anywhere again.”

“Good. I’d like that.” You nuzzled into his scar covered chest, and traced along the lines that looked like lines on a map as the two of you drifted off to sleep together.

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[fandomwriterstuff]

Treacherous

Sirius Black x Reader (I tried to make it gender neutral)

Words: ~2.5k

Heavily inspired by Treacherous by Taylor Swift

You were in third year when you had your first crush, the delicate balance of hormones in your body set alight at the sight of long dark hair and that smirk passing you in the hallway. He was a boy in your year, a Gryffindor, and you weren’t sure what to do with all these new feelings so you avoided him like the plague. 

Sirius Black was his name, and he was very pretty. You were lucky enough that your close friends only teased you about your little crush in private. You never talked about him, hoping your crush would slowly fade.

That was until fourth year, when you were partnered with him in potions. You knew he would have chosen one of his three close friends if given the choice, but the chaos that usually interrupted your classroom forced your professor to assign pairs. 

As soon as your name came out of his mouth, as soon as you knew that he knew who you were, you were a goner. You couldn’t help the warmth in your cheeks or your parched throat. Your friends knew it too, and the teasing increased tenfold. You were partnered with him until winter break that year. Months of sitting by his side and working in libraries (something you found he wasn’t used to doing) had stoked your burning ember of a crush into a flame. Luckily, new partners were assigned when January came and you could breathe normally again.

You thought you would be able to go back to ignoring Sirius Black, but you always caught him smiling at you in the hallways and sending you little enchanted doodles and notes in potions class.

When the summer before fifth year came, you spent it with your best friend, a muggle from your hometown. You’d told her all about your boarding school (well… what you could tell her, of course). And of course, you told her all about Sirius Black, his mischievous nature, the pranks he and his friends got up to, his angular face, and his shiny hair. 

“Sounds like someone has a crush,” she teased you, and while you felt the heat creep up your neck, you didn’t deny it. “Do you think he likes you back?”

“It’s hard to say,” you pondered. “Sometimes I think he does. I don’t see him passing notes to anyone else, but he’s so popular that sometimes I think he’s just being nice,” you shrugged, unsure what to do. 

“Make it clear you’re interested in him, and see where it goes!”

“But what if he isn’t interested in me? Then what?” You deadpanned, an eyebrow raised at your friend. “That would crush me.”

She hummed, thoughtful. “Valid point, but consider this, you might just end up regretting saying nothing.”

So, when fifth year started and you talked to your witch and wizard friends about possibly telling Sirius how you felt, you were shut down immediately. A chorus of reasons why he wouldn’t like you back, and all the reasons it was a bad idea to get involved with him were all you heard. So you shoved your growing feelings down and went about your life. Maybe it was a bad idea, he was bold, he was loud, he was a ladies’ man, he was way more popular than you. But he was also sweet and funny and listened to you talk about everything and anything when you had class together. 

“Are you avoiding me?” You looked up from your lunch. The empty space across from you was suddenly filled with a very perplexed looking Sirius Black. You blinked owlishly, your friends all silent as your carefully curated plan to get rid of your crush (read: serious feelings) came crashing down. Merlin, he was so much more handsome close up. And when had he gotten that tall?

“Uh, well,” you mumbled. “I wouldn’t call it avoiding, per se,” you looked down at your fingers, tangled up in white-knuckled knots below the table. 

“I would, but that’s just me. I barely see you in the halls anymore, I miss seeing your smiling face,” here he punctuated his sentence by tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. It drew your attention to his face, his pink lips and pinker cheeks and smiling eyes. “We’ve got four classes together and you’ve barely spoken a word to me. It’s beginning to feel like you don’t like me, darling.” At this, his grin sharpened and suddenly you felt like he’d planned this: to fluster you. He liked it. However, what came out of your friends’ mouth was:

“Have you considered that she doesn’t like you, Black?” That was Nigel, and your timid and flustered demeanor suddenly came to a stop as you nearly gave yourself whiplash to look over at him.

“Did anybody ask you, Nigel?” You drawled, eyes narrowed and head cocked to the side. Nigel blanched, unused to seeing you this murderous. “I didn’t think you were so desperate for attention that you would interrupt someone else's conversation. It seems mummy didn’t teach you about manners.”

You waited until you were sure he was done speaking before turning back to the eldest Black brother. Though now, he had a wide smirk on his face and you could feel your emotions wavering again. 

“Didn’t know you could be so feisty, you’ve always been a timid little thing around me,” you gulped. “You should come sit with us sometime, I’ve told my friends all about you.”

And with that, he was gone. 

I’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand.

Sirius Black was, without a doubt, the most enticing teenage boy you’d ever encountered. Getting to know him better frightened you, he was popular and handsome and he held so much of your heart that he could break it with very little effort. To be known by someone was treacherous. And it was a risk you were willing to take. 

So that’s how you found yourself several days later at dinner, abandoning your friends and trying to look calm as you wandered over to the marauders. You knew there were eyes on you, but you remained steadfast as you approached. 

“Hello, Gryffindors,” you smiled as they all turned to you. It was a rare sight, seeing houses mingle at mealtimes. “I seem to have lost something, and I was wondering if you’d seen it Sirius?” You let your eyes roam over his face as he computed the fact that you’d actually stopped avoiding him and were at his table with his friends. 

“What is it, darling? What have you lost?” 

You sighed dramatically, laid a hand over your heart and gazed into his eyes. 

“It’s my heart you see, you seem to have stolen it,” you grinned, desperately praying to whoever was listening that Sirius couldn’t hear the pounding of your heart or see the shaking of your hands. 

Sirius was gazing up at you, awestruck eyes glued to your own as he finally spoke. “Prongs, move over. Let this lovely creature sit down.” James huffed and scooched closer to their shorter friend, Peter, and you neatly sat down in the empty space.

There wasn’t much to be done about how close the two of you were, pressed together from shoulder to elbow and thighs touching. 

“That was wonderful, truly,” Sirius was smiling down at you as he grabbed you a plate and set it down in front of you. 

“Wonderful, yes. Sappy? Also yes. Please save me the cavities,” James grumbled and you would have been shocked by the usually bubbly Potter boy being so downtrodden if not for Remus’ next words.

“You’re just miserable because Lily hasn’t returned your advances. Don’t scare them away.” The tall boy turned his attention towards you. “It’s good to see you alive and well. We weren’t sure, what with how well you’ve been avoiding Sirius since the term started.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin smile. 

“Yes well, when everyone around me was telling me that there was no way Sirius would want to interact with me, and that I would get detention by proxy just from spending time with the lot of you… Well I needed some time to myself to think.”

“And what, pray tell, did that time alone teach you?” Sirius wondered aloud, curious as to your change in behavior. 

“That my friends are tossers and if they cared about me they would encourage me instead of shutting me down.”

You shrugged, and started scooping food onto your plate. You had a feeling though, based on Remus’ face, that he was impressed. 

This slope is treacherous, this path is reckless.

When you stopped ignoring Sirius and started actively engaging with him in conversation, you unsurprisingly got to know a lot more about him and his friends. He loved them dearly, you could tell. You found yourself on a rollercoaster ride just hanging out with him. One moment he would be sugary sweet and sending you winks over breakfast. The next he was in a battle of wits and joking around with his friends. Often he was engaging in the marauders’ pranks, being joyful and mischievous. 

You were a careful person, calculated and reserved. But you thought he brought out the best in you. He helped you break out of your carefully crafted shell, he told you about his brother and his parents and how he was lucky to have found his friends. You opened up to him about your friends recent dismissal of you from their group, just for spending time with him instead (against their wills). You studied with Remus in the library and practiced flying with Sirius and James, you went to Honeydukes with Peter. You found yourself integrating into their friend group and it frightened you, but you wouldn’t ruin it for anything. Sirius was different from you, but it made you a better person to be around him. 

Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction.

It was all going to come crashing down though, and you knew it. Good things always did. You were just waiting for it to happen. You knew you had serious feelings for the boy and with sixth year halfway through, you were getting impatient with him. You thought he liked you back. You thought that’s what all this was for. You were sitting in your bedroom with your three roommates (the only friends who stuck with you), complaining about this very issue. 

“I mean I thought he liked me. I literally word for word told him he’d stolen my heart. I spend every free moment with him. What do I have to do?” You had your head in your hands, and you were about ready to tear your hair out. 

“Maybe he doesn’t like you like that?” One said. You grit your teeth. It was possible, but it didn’t make sense. 

“Maybe he’s lying to you about something and keeping secrets is devastating him. He can’t go on lying to you and it’s preventing him from telling you about his feelings,” the second gasped and you frowned. That was the most ridiculous thing you’d heard all day. 

“He hasn’t ever had a significant other before. You know he comes from a tough background. Maybe he doesn’t know how to talk to you about his feelings.”

You looked up, miserable. 

“I’m going to have to do something, aren’t I?”

You were met with various nods and sympathetic looks. You weren’t cut from the same cloth as Sirius. You didn’t make bold gestures and you certainly didn’t do declarations of love. But the song of hope in the back of your mind had you marching out of your dorm and towards the Gryffindor common room. 

This hope is treacherous, this daydream is dangerous.

You spoke the password, the fat lady giving you a wink as you shook in your boots waiting for her to open the door. You were lucky, you’d caught the marauders by themselves, planning a prank. Nobody else was around. Just you and the four boys. You could do this. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” Sirius perked up at the sight of you, always excited to see you. Peter was next, giving you that small smile of his that you’d grown to appreciate. James waved excitedly. Remus though, you knew he saw right through you. Your hands were ice cold, your skin felt clammy, your clothes felt too tight. 

“Are you alright?” At Remus’ question, Sirius frowned and looked you up and down looking for some physical harm. 

“I feel like I’m going to die, actually. Feels a bit dramatic but I am sixteen, yeah? So I guess it’s warranted,” you chuckled nervously. 

“What’s going on?” Sirius was standing and approaching you, eyebrows pinched in concern and you decided to just go for it. He was worth it. 

“I had a crush on you in third year. I thought since we were in different houses it would be fine and it would go away. But when we were partnered together in fourth year potions and I got to know you better, all my friends told me that my pining was useless. That you would never like me back,” he opened his mouth to respond, but you had to keep going. You needed him to understand. “I told my best friend about you that summer and she told me to just go for it. She told you to make it clear to you that I was interested, but with the voices of so many of my  friends against just the one I thought ignoring you would be better. But I was wrong. Last year I tried telling you how I felt, but I’m not sure it went as planned because now I am here, a year later, still mad for you. And honestly I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t feel the same because these three dorks have shown me what real friends look like, and that you’re supposed to support and encourage each other, and only knock sense into them when they truly deserve it. They’ve been better friends to me in the last year than anyone in my house has… well ever.” You inhaled deeply, catching your breath as your rabbit heart pounded in your chest. “I just need you to know that-”

You were cut off by Sirius’ hands reaching out and pulling you into him, and his lips crashing against yours. He kissed you like he did everything else he did with you: passionately, and like he truly cared about how you felt. So you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. 

When you disconnected, he was smiling at you. It was a fragile thing, his smile just then. It was just for you to see. And then he chuckled. 

“You look like you’re about to pass out, darling. Let’s go sit down,” you nodded, inhaling and exhaling with as much control as you could manage. Your heart went back into a frenzy at his next words, though. 

“Oh, and if you didn’t know: I’m mad for you too.”

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[m-n-m-s]

Hiiii, could you please write headcanons of 1610!Miles having a younger sibling? Not a spiderperson tho. Also pretend that his younger sibling was also in ITSV and ATSV movies! 😄 (fun fact, Miles actually had a little baby sister in the comics)

HIII

1610! Miles with a younger! sibling

1610! Miles Morales + Gn!Younger!Sibling Reader

red: miles

green: you

ok so depending like how much younger than him you are

it would be a lil different

let's say you were like a decent few years younger, not rly close in age

y'all would be pretty chill ngl

"miles?"

"yeah?"

"can you help me with my drawing?"

"..."

"..."

"ok fine. just stop with the puppy eyes."

if you're like way younger than him and you give him your best puppy eyes that man is a goner.

however.

if you guys are like similar in age, with you being a few years younger

the two of you will be switching between:

BESTIES!!!!

i hate you.

"wow, this is actually a great drawing."

"...thank you?"

*literally five minutes later*

"get your arachnid-looking ass out of my way."

"extremely unnecessary. but okay."

you found out the fact he was spider-man relatively quick

yk that one scene in itsv when he gets everything in his dorm room stuck to him?

that happened once at home

you just strolled in and he's standing on one of the walls sideways

attempting to un-stick several drawing tools off of his hands.

one of which was also stuck to the ceiling, may i add.

you kinda just stood there for a moment

both of you engaged in like a staredown typa thing

"i can explain."

"why the fuck are you standing parallel to the floor??"

"..."

"you spiderman or something?"

"...maybe?"

you were originally joking with that sentence, but okay

anyway from that point on you had to restrain yourself from using the "miles is spider-man!" card with your parents

forced him to swing you around the city once

big mistake!!

miles will insistently claim that you were clinging to him so hard that you cut off his blood circulation.

"we are HUNDREDS OF FEET UP IN THE AIR MILES! DO YOU WANT ME TO FALL AND DIE??"

"you really don't need to yell in my ear. maybe i should drop you-"

"do not."

miles will literally never admit it but he was ridiculously worried for you while he was with the other spiders during itsv

the same in atsv

but both of you would rather eat the dust beneath the other's bed than admit that you missed each other

the most you would probably do when he came back home would be like this sad shoulder pat

"good on you for not dying."

"thank you for not getting kidnapped by a random villain dude."

"aww, were you worried about me?"

"nah. did you miss me?"

"no. i finally got to take my time in the bathroom in the morning."

this is a lie.

if miles wasn't preoccupied with trying not to die, he would be picking at his nails, hoping you were okay

meanwhile, you were almost missing the annoying knocks on the door and the accompanying "god, hurry up!"

when gwen finally visited him in atsv, you were so prepared.

subtly embarrassing your older brother in any way possible

for funsies!!

"yo, miles! why is your bright pink teddy bear in the middle of the fucking hallway??"

"shut up. that's not mine."

bro definitely apologized to the teddy bear afterward

you definitely tried to fight someone for miles at least once

he watched in amusement the whole time.

but if it actually started turning out to be a physical fight he would pick you up and/or drag you away

you're not gonna get hurt because of him

"let me go! i can take him-"

"sorry, no can do. mama would murder both of us."

there was one time when he almost got into a fight with someone because he heard them talking about you

you had to use all your strength and will to drag him outta there

"damn your stupid mutant spider strength-"

"radioactive."

"i didn't ask. c'mon, spidey."

shenanigans aside, you were always there for him whenever he came back late after his spider duties

you didn't ask questions, because most of the time, he didn't look like he would answer them

so you quietly patched him up, cracking stupid little jokes to see him smile

if he wanted to talk about it, you would listen

maybe even give him a hug, which you never really do

the next morning he would let you steal some food from his plate to thank you

maybe even take you for a swing, only if you promised not to cut off blood supply to his arms

all in all, miles n his younger sibling's relationship would be very funny to watch but also very sweet <3

his lil baby sis in the comics was so adorable omg 😭 🫶🏻

i was gonna make this shorter but it ran away from me 😦

[lillywillow]

Rock The Boat

Summary: When pirates take over the pleasure cruise you are on, it’s up to you and Nat to protect the hostages and get everyone out okay

 Written for: @avengersbingo

 Words: 1151

 Square Filled: Taken Captive

 Pairing: Natasha x Thief!Reader

Warnings: Action

 A/N: Kind of inspired by the opening scene of Captain America: The Winter Soldier

 It was purely a coincidence that you were on board the ship when the pirates attacked. You had heard there was something valuable on the vessel but before you could do any searching, you were rounded up with all the other people. In your line of work, it wasn’t unusual to come across guys like these so you knew you had to bide your time carefully.

…

 You were thrown into a room with a bunch of other people, both crew and passengers. Mentally, you took notes on how many men there were and what kind of weapons they had as you worked on freeing your bound hands.

 “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t even try it…” a redhead from beside you warned.

 “And how would you know what I’m thinking?” you asked, never taking your eyes off the men with the guns.

 “You’re sizing them up, aren’t you? Wondering if you can take them?”

 You turned your attention to her.

 “And how would you-?”

 “Hey! Shut up back there!” one of the pirates snarled.

 You went quiet and started thinking again.

 “This isn’t the time for heroics,” the redhead warned again.

 “You some kind of plant?” you muttered.

 She looked at you quizzically.

 “I know how guys like this work… they put one of their own in the group of hostages, make it look like they’re on your side but the moment you think you can trust them, you’re dead,” you explained.

 “And what does that make you? How do I know you’re not a so-called plant?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “I guess that would make me a pretty stupid one, wouldn’t it?”

 “I guess so,” she smirked.

 “I thought I told you to shut up!” the man snarled again, coming over to attack you.

 The moment he was close enough, you made a grab for the gun. People screamed as the gun went off, the sudden chaos alerting other pirates. You thought you were a goner as one of them crept up behind you but the woman from before knocked him out.

 “You take care of the hostages, I’ll take care of these guys,” she ordered, heading out the door.

 “Hey, wait a minute!” you called, running after her and taking a gun for protection.

 “Yes?” she hummed, never missing a beat as a pirate charged at her.

 She twisted around him and used his weight to throw him to the ground and knocking him out cold.

 “Why do I have to babysit?” you remarked, shooting at a few more men as they ran around the corner.

 “Look, we don’t have time to argue. Someone needs to stay here with these people and I don’t know if I can trust you to come back with help,” she stated.

 “How do I know you won’t just run off? I don’t even know your name…”

 Her expression softened a little.

 “It’s Nat…”

 “Okay… Nat… I’m Y/N. Now, if we’re going to get through this, we’re going to have to find some level of trust in each other. I don’t want to stick around here, and I’m guessing you don’t either…”

 You fired another few rounds as more men came running. One tried to make a grab for Nat but she was too fast.

 “How about this? You come with me so I can contact my team and then we can go our separate ways,” she suggested.

 “Sounds good to me,” you shrugged.

…

 You and Nat came up with a plan to keep the hostages safely locked away in a room and out of danger from the pirates while you made your way to find some way of getting a message out. The ship was still in chaos so you tried to take advantage of that where you could, taking down the men when they appeared or trying to avoid them altogether. You managed to make your way to a control room and barricaded yourselves inside.

 “So, Nat… What brought you here? You hardly seem like the damsel in distress type. I’m sure you could have gotten out before those guys took over,” you pried, guarding the door.

 “I received some intel this ship was carrying classified information,” she replied, as she busied herself with contacting outside help.

 So that’s what was so valuable in here… information. You were sure you had a spare USB on your belt. All you had to do was extract it and-

 “Don’t even think about it.”

 You turned slowly to see Nat with her gun trained on you. Carefully, you raised your hands to indicate you weren’t a threat.

 “You’re clearly not with those guys but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you take what’s not yours…”

 “So, it’s okay for you to take it for yourself but not for me?” you sassed.

 “I’m under orders…”

 “You still didn’t answer my question…”

 Before Nat could reply, there was an explosion and more fighting outside.

 “Looks like my ride is here,” she smirked.

 You didn’t want to get captured, nor did you really want to fight her. As another explosion happened, you made a grab for your gun but Nat kicked it out of your hands.

 “Hey!”

 You once again put your hands up, not risking getting shot over this.

 “Give me one reason not to pull the trigger,” Nat demanded.

 “Come on… I helped you. All I wanted to do was leave… as an act of good will, I’ll even let you keep all the valuables here,” you bargained.

 “That’s the best reason you have?” she scoffed.

 “It’s not my best work but it’s kind of hard to think when there’s a gun in your face,” you confessed.

 Once again, your conversation was interrupted as your makeshift barricade was broken through and non-other than Captain America stepped in.

 “Everything okay, Nat?” he asked.

 “Yeah… I’ll take this one with us,” she commented.

 Captain America nodded and headed off. Nat slowly made her way over to you and cuffed your hands behind your back.

 “So that’s it? You’re just taking me with you? I don’t get a say?”

 “You do get a say. You can come with me or you can go with the pirates we rounded up,” she stated.

 You considered your options before ultimately deciding to go with her.

 “Good, because I’ve got my eye on you,” she smiled.

 Was she flirting with you? Well, if you were going to be captured, at least it was by someone like her and not the pirates. Who knows? This could be the start of a newfound freedom in the end.