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DOWN BAD- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Jock! Peter x Nerd! Reader (enemies to… lovers?)

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad?

Warnings: Making out, suggestive sexual content, dry humping, teasing, swearing etc…

Notes: It’s been a while, I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty! I hope you enjoy nonetheless, I had a fun time writing, and I really did miss it (Taylor Swifts new album really inspired me too!) I am using my phone to post for the first time, I hope to go back and format/ edit if need be when I can use my laptop again. Thank you for all the support :)

“Don’t look at me like that.” You huffed, eyes sharp as daggers as your cool gaze slid over to your target and struck its mark.

Peter Parker. Bullseye.

You could feel his lingering attention solely focused on you, a coy smirk upon his lips as he tapped his pencil against the wooden desk, its dull echo like nails on a chalkboard. A taunting metronome in the back of your mark as he leaned over to tower over you in his seat.

It was too close to yours for your liking.

“Like what pipsqueak?” he murmured, drowning out the professor's droning voice as he dragged on. You wished you could hit him with the textbook in your bag. Both of them, honestly.

“Like you’re thrilled for this. Don’t act like you like me.”

“Well I do like you.” He smiled, beaming ear to ear.

For him, it was the best day of his life. Getting randomly paired with “whoever you’re sitting next to, I don’t care.” (the professor's words, not yours), was a thrill for him, he got to pick on the quiet, shy girl more than usual.

Which would be a shock, considering the sheer amount he did already, always finding his way next to you to tease you, especially with and to his stupid jockey friends. This project was worth thirty percent of your grade. You couldn’t afford this.

“Well I don’t like you. So fuck off.” You heard a low whistle from behind you, a chuck alongside it from his friends. “Kitty has claws?” Peter whistled, eyebrow raising in mock surprise as you shifted your legs to the other side of the chair, angling away from him.

“Oh you’re in for it now Parker” Bucky laughed as you covered your ears in an attempt to drown them out. You felt like you were in middle school again, the way they mocked you. And what made it worse was that it got to you. Not that the jokes and remarks meant anything much, but it was just the sheer annoyance of it all.

You had thrived to be a straight A student your entire life, and in this class… you could feel them slipping. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your pen harder in your hand, pressing so hard the page snagged as you wrote.

You could still feel his eyes on you, flickering over from under his glasses ,his muscles flexing subtly under his blue t-shirt. You pretended not to look, and to not focus on the fact he was extremely attractive. You spent the rest of the hour doing just that, scolding yourself for any indecent thought you had ever had about him, ever. By the time the professor had snapped his laptop shut, the projector turning dark as students started to talk amongst themselves as they packed up, you had half a page of notes, max.

“I’ll be in touch.” he leaned down and whispered, hand lingering by your chair as he slipped by. “Fuck you.”

He just threw his head back and laughed, his friend group joining him as he looked back. And winked. You groaned. This was going to be three weeks of hell.

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It was a Thursday when you got a text from him. An unknown number flashed on your screen as you lay face down on your bed, contemplating life and if this class was seriously worth it or not.

The buzz of the phone had your head snapping up, confused until it suddenly dawned on you.

Unknown: Think we should start brainstorming for this thing pipsqueak?

Well fuck, you thought, wanting to throw your phone across the room. This class wasn’t that important, right? (It was).

Taking a deep breath, you sat up as your thumbs started to fly across the screen.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: I’m hurt, pips. Truly.

You: I think you have the wrong number.

You smirked. Okay, who were you kidding… this was kind of fun. Kind of.

Peter: It’s Peter, you jerk. Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?

You: Peter who? Doesn’t ring a bell.

Good. Knock him down a few pegs. You giggled to yourself, quickly stopping once you realised why exactly you were kicking your feet like a school girl, for who exactly. You layed back down, head muddled with meaningless thoughts that jumbled as you waited for his response. Grabbing a stuffie, you hugged it close to your chest, feeling it rise and fall as you caught your breath, grounding yourself. Why on earth did this mean so much to you? Why did his texts, something so easily ignorable- suddenly a waiting game?

Peter: Ha ha, very funny pips.

You: How did you even get my number anyways?

Peter: Long story, I had to go on a bit of a hunt. A friend, of a friend of a friend, you get the point. I can be very persuasive ;)

Nope. You thought. Don’t give into this.

You: I’m sure.

Peter: You wanna come over on the weekend or meet at Braxston’s to start… brainstorming?

You: I don’t want to do anything of the sort, but if that gets this over with as soon as possible- then sure. Only one of us has a brain to storm anyways.

Peter: You’ll regret that pips.

You clicked off your phone, a ghost of a smirk on your face. His threat surprisingly didn’t seem like a real threat, but actual light hearted teasing, not the kind he often did.

Fuck. You were supposed to be hating him. You did hate him. It was only three weeks with him. You weren’t sure if you meant that with relief or disappointment.

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It was disappointment.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you rubbed your creased temple. It was nearly midnight , and your books were still scattered across the desk you occupied, the library a ghost town considering it was a Friday night. Braxston library tended to be on the empiter side, which is why you preferred it. It was the oldest library on campus, smelling of old pages and cedarwood.

Sometimes, when you needed a break you would get up and run your fingers across the leather spines, or climb the ladder for a change of view of the stained glass windows. But tonight, you lacked the motivation to even bother standing. It had been a long night, filled with cramming and stress. Pen and highlighter stained your hands as you shook them out, cramped and aching. For the last hour you had solely focused on the final you and Peter had to pull out your ass, coming up with backup plans with the worry he would abandon you completely.

Topics, ideas, theories- god you didn’t even know anymore. Your body lacked caffeine, your iced coffee long gone. You grew tired of this mindless work, sliding off your headphones to admire the near empty room around you.

Suddenly, you wished it was completely empty.

Peter looked just as shocked to see you, eyes widening in surprise, backpack slung over his shoulder, hair ruffled and eyebags prominent as if he had fallen asleep and been startled awake.

“Pips? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet until tomorrow?” He made his way over to you, inviting himself to lean over you, on your desk. You stared up at him with a look of amusement.

“We don’t have to meet at all. It’s very bold you assume I’m here to see you, of all people.” you snorted. His eyebrow raised. “So who are you here to meet?”

“Two papers and exam prep. You?”

“More or less the same” he smirked, and you felt butterflies start to churn in your stomach. “Sounds like great fun. I’m sure they’re lovely.” you said, snarky comment slipping out before you could stop it, turning in your seat as you often did around him so he wouldn’t see the fluster and nerves in your demeanour whenever you were near him.

He leaned down, breath warm against the column of your neck. You couldn't breathe. You could not fucking breathe with him this close to you. The rich scent of his cologne made you dizzy, it intoxicated you as you stared at your laptop screen, as if it possessed the knowledge of the entire universe.

“You know, you can’t avoid me forever. You’re gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about” you snarled softly, staring at the coy, cockly little smirk you wanted to wipe off his face as he stood. “Sure you don’t.” He nodded his head towards your screen, with a wink.

“Good song.” he smiled, before he was off. You continued to stare at him as he walked out the door, not looking back once. Not a care in the world as he slipped on his own headphones, and around the corner.

Eyes moved down to stare at the pause button of your song, lyrics burning into your ears at the thought of him listening to it- and enjoying it.

Down bad, waking up in blood, staring at the sky, come back over and pick me up- fuck it if I can’t have us, I might just not get up, I might stay down bad.

You were so incredibly fucked.

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You took a deep breath. Then another.

You let the crisp, cool night air wash over your burning skin, the faint smell of weed tickling your senses, probably from a house down the street. It was a pretty busy neighbourhood, full of students you recognized from afar on campus. You didn’t associate with the more ‘popular’ kids, if that could even be considered a thing past high school.

You tried to shake off the uneasiness that stuck with you, cracking your knuckles as you tried to prepare yourself to not only see Peter, but to interact with him- in his house. Most likely for hours. You knew you probably looked like a complete idiot out on the sidewalk, just near his house but you had to muster some form of courage.

All you could see was a faint light from what looked like the living room, and a light upstairs- you presumed his room. No sign of life other than that.

You thought of his words, how twisted they sounded. You can’t avoid me forever. You’re gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.

Fuck it.

You slipped from your hiding spot (from Peter, you were placed behind a large tree in his front yard, but god knows what people driving by thought), and mentally prepared yourself for his roommates to answer the door, making fun of you before he put the cherry on top. Practically leaping up the porch stairs, you raced to the door, knocking quickly.

You wanted this over and done with. Your palms were clammy and your stomach churned viciously as you heard footsteps near the door. It took everything in you to stay rooted to the ground and to not flee, and when Peter appeared, you feared the opposite.

How the hell you were supposed to move with him in that slutty little fit, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his waist, his v-line and happy trail on full display… his toned abs and arms in a little white muscle shirt… gods you didn’t know. You were sure your tongue fully hung out of your mouth like some cartoon character as you took him in.

“Took you long enough” he said with a snort, adjusting his glasses, sliding them further up his nose. You didn’t even know he had glasses. Did he wear contacts? Had he worn them and you just didn’t notice? No, surely that wasn’t the case, you noticed everything he did. It was like he sucked all of the air out of the atmosphere whenever he walked in a room. It was suffocating, in a way. Of course you had to look at him, and you were sure you weren't the only one.

“I was admiring the greenery.”

“I saw that. I wasn’t sure the maple needed to be examined that long.” he smirked, and your felt your fists instinctively clench.

He had saw you- so you were fucked and now the only logical thing to do was to run into a brick wall. Perfect, got it.

“I enjoy living in the moment, and I don’t take nature for granted.’ you huffed, attempting to compose yourself as he stepped aside, motioning for you to enter. “I’m sure. Don’t worry it was cute.” he smiled, running a hand through his tosseled hair.

You slid off your shoes, setting them next to his worn in converse you always saw him wear. You noticed the other pairs were missing, not even a missing lace to be found.

“Where are your roommates?” you asked as entered, surveying the open space. It was surprisingly tidy for a boys place, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Peter rushing around attempting to clean up before you came (though you doubted he would ever do that). Still, it was nice to think about.

Little traces of “boy” still lingered, silly little signs scattered across the walls, flags and such, empty, crushed beer and poking out from the recycling bins. “I kicked them out, because I figured you would want to contentrate.” he said.

Yeah like I’m going to be able to conetrate with you looking that fucking fine. Ha.

“That’s considerate. I’m surprised you even know what that is, Parker. I’m impressed.”

He snorted, throwing a little look back your way as he lead you up the stairs, presumably to his room. “I’m surprised you know how to walk up stairs. You have Bambi legs.” he teased, mocking your clumsiness. You cursed him internally. Maybe out loud too, judging by his laugh.

You tried to stifle down the butterflies. You were not about to flirt with him. You were not about to let your developing feelings expand. You hated him. He was mean and he was an asshole.

You were simply here to get this project done. That’s it.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.” was all he said, turning down a hall to an open door, light glowing faintly- beckoning to you. You appreciated his refusal to use the overhead light- not that you’d tell him that. He’d probably look at you like you were insane.

“I see you clean for girls you bring over.” you noted, observing his (surprisingly) decently clean room.

“Bold of you to assume I cleaned. Maybe I’m always this tidy.” he smirked, arms flexing over and behind his head as he sat down in his office chair, man-spreading as he stretched.

You tried so hard not to stare. And failed miserably.

“I would’ve thought you cleaned up for ladies you bring to bed.”

His eyebrows arched. “Should I have prepared then?”

Something like churning fire burned in your belly, slithering lower and lower.

“Don’t start with me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it pip.” he smiled coyly, knowing he had gotten you flustered. “May I?” you nodded to his bed, trying to ignore your feelings as you sat down. Fanning your skirt out, you tucked your legs in before opening your bag, attempting to cover your thighs with your bag as much as you could- his cool gaze staring lasers into your bare skin.

“So… if we have to base this on a creature in the wild…”

“Jumping straight to the point aren’t we?” he asked and you frowned in confusion.

“What did you want me to do foreplay or something beforehand?” you asked, your word choice more than intentional. You swore a little pink tinted his cheeks as he swiveled around.

“Right to it then. Okay, I was thinking spiders. Specifically their venom and social behaviours.”

You blinked. Jesus okay he had thought about this. This was not what you were expected.

“Elaborate Parker.”

He smiled. “ From what I’ve seen, not a lot is known about the venom entirely. From a predator-prey aspect.. I’ve mainly seen stuff on specific components evolving to target specific sites on cell membrains of prey tissue, we could work with that to start. Maybe expand on the social aspect and evolution.”

You were stunned. This was… more than you could’ve hoped for. Suddenly you felt bad for all the doubt aimed towards him over the few days leading up to this meeting.

“Hmm. I like it.”

“Did you have any ideas you had brewing in that genius brain of yours?” he asked, making you blush internally.

“I had some stuff just in case, but it was just random jots I’m not too proud of.”

He scoffed. “You came prepared with backup stuff?!”

You just shrugged. “Do you blame me?”

“Kinda.” he laughed. “Start thinking of me more highly pips. I even have access to a brown widow, we could do some experiments.”

You winced at the thought of actually studying a spider up close, but it was part of the job. Whatever could get this done the fastest, and you had to applaud him for providing some of your own evidence you could actually showcase.

He caught your wince, and you could feel the teasing start to start. It was like bait for him, he loved it. “The spider may bite, but I won’t. That is, unless you want me too.” he winked, and you fought the urge not to chuck your laptop at his handsome face.

“You’re gross Parker.”

“Oh I’m sure you think I am. Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

You were going to strangle him. “Let’s just focus and get this project done as soon as we can, yeah? Please.”

You riffled through your bag, grabbing different coloured pens and your notebook, skimming through your random thoughts and jots.

“Whatever you say pip.”

“Start researching Parker.” And that was that.

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A few hours had passed, and so far you were quite impressed with how much the two of you had gotten done. For the most part, the two of you had stayed on opposite sides of the room. If he wanted to make a move, he wasn’t physically doing it, and his roommates still hadn’t come home yet.

Though as the hours passed, he had made his way closer to you- ever so slightly. From his desk he nudged over closer and closer, his laptop landing in his lap as he worked.

“What source are you working from right now?” you asked, not bothering to cast your gaze up as you continued to type, fingers flying over the keyboard as you bit your lip in concentration. You failed to notice his eyes darting between your lips and your breasts that poked out slightly as you slouched over, licking his lips hungrily.

“Some research paper. Here.”

You let out a little oomph in surprise as he plopped down beside you, sprawled across his bed as he enveloped you in his makeshift fortress. He stared at you with such longing you felt faint, having to stop your work to pull yourself together.

Fuck.

He nodded towards it, and you realized you had been staring at him longer than you intended, forgetting about the paper completely. “Oh, yeah okay let me look.” you murmured, taking the laptop from his hand to slide it across your lap, the fan whirling softly, the warmth of it adding more coals to the fire you felt already.

He was still staring.

Please look away before I want to kiss you. Or do more then kiss you. I’m supposed to be hating you, stop please.

You tried your best to read and concentrate, but it was next to no use. All you could focus on was him, his fingers drumming on the comforter near your thigh (what man has a comforter anyways?!), and his gaze on you, that was heavy with something. Want, perhaps? Lust? Or you were delusional. Very possible.

“It’s um, it’s good. I like it, I think there’s lots of good… stuff here.”

“Good stuff huh?” he asked sarcastically, a smirk plastered across his face.

He knew. The fucker knew you were down bad.

“Yeah. You know what I mean.” you grumbled, staring back down at your screen.

“I do know what you mean. Do you know what I mean?” he asked, hand inching closer and closer to your thigh- teasing you. You took a deep breath, grounding yourself.

You could push your hatred aside for just a few minutes. It was okay, just this once. Right?

You bit your lip, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on even more. Nodding to him, as if he could speak to you telepathically.

Yes, this is okay. Please touch me. Just a little, even is fine.

“Maybe you should explain a little more, Parker.”

His fingers skimmed the edge of your skirt, warm to the touch as they stroked your skin softly, just a whisper of him lingering. Goosebumps lingered in their wake, and you pushed your laptop off to the side, not caring where it landed on the bed. Just not next to him.

“How much more?”

His voice was low. Deep. Needing. You wanted more.

Another stroke of his fingers on your thigh, closer to where you wanted him the most made you shiver, toes curling. His gaze never left yours, never faultered. Instead of its usual lightness, his teasing and bullying- his eyes were dark with lust. Nothing but his full attention was on you, and you couldn’t help but shudder as he leaned in closer.

Another hand landed on your thigh. “Yeah?” he asked, voice rough as you nodded quickly. “Mhmmm..- oh!” you let out a little gasp as he swiftly grabbed you, swinging you over to straddle his lap, tossing you as if you weighed nothing.

You hated that you found it hot.

He smirked, leaning forward- so close you could feel his thudding heart with a small hand gesture sliding across his chest, could feel his breath catching. Just a small little gap between his lips and yours.

“You’re going to regret this.” you murdered, fingers curling into his shirt, twisting the soft fabric.

“I won’t. Will you?”

“I might.”

His smile grew.

“ I still hate you, you know.”

“I know. And you look so damn hot when you do.” He pulled you closer, fingers digging into your skin, needing you closer and closer despite the two of you practically forming one being.

A clash of teeth and tongue happened, rough and harsh- full of hate and need. A hatred for your need for him. Why did you need him? Of all people?

Because he was so fucking fine.

A hand slipped under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it slightly. You ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it as your hips moved on their own account- causing a groan to slip from his lips.

You’d do anything to hear it again.

“This is so wrong.” was all you could moan as his lips worked their way down your neck, tracing your jaw before nipping at your earlobe.

“I don’t do right, pips. You know this.”

“Mhm. But you hate me.”

He laughed against your skin, and you rocked your hips again, a little slap to your asscheek making you jolt.

“Whatever makes you sleep better at night, pips. Whatever you want to think.” he sighed, massaging the skin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

You needed his lips on yours. You didn’t want to even try to decipher what his words meant, your head was foggy with want. You were slipping into a puddle of bliss, finally letting the restraint you held on a tight leash go- freeing the want and pure desire.

Yes, you wanted him. Yes, you hated him. And yes, he teased you. It hurt- but this didn’t. This was a soothe to his constant jabs, a salve to the wounds he caused.

“You feel so good. I want you so bad.” you confessed, causing him to moan again.

Yes. Yes, please.

“You’re killing me.”

“Good. It’s payback for the way you treat me.” you smirked, kissing him again. Hard, fast, rough. Mean.

Until he just… stopped.

Pulled away slightly, making you raise an eyebrow with confusion. His cheeks tinted slightly pink, hair messy and eyes wide with excitement, eager to keep going. To go further. So why did he just- stop?

“Parker?”

He smiled coyly.

“Don’t we have work we need to be doing?” he asked sarcastically- and you felt your stomach drop. He was teasing you. He was doing this just to get under your skin, to leave you high and dry and needing. Knowing damn well nothing could possibly get done now but him.

“You- you just want to get back to work? After that?”

“I want to do the dirtiest things imaginable to you, pips. I want to do so many things. But if we keep going and get nothing done, you’ll regret it and hate me. If we get work done, you’ll hate me too. I rather you hate me but feel secure with this, at least.” he murmured, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

It was tender, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “So you just, want to work? Did I do something wrong?” you asked.

“Gods no. But it’s too easy if I just give it to you like that. You know me, pips- I tease. Maybe if you’re good and get more work done we can have some harmless, regretless fun.” he winked, sliding his hands down to your hips, picking you up again to toss you gently on his pillows, kissing your hand with a wink as he stood to go back to his desk.

Oh you were fucked. So, so fucked.

“I heard that.” he laughed, and you buried your head in your hands. This was going to be a long three weeks indeed.

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F**k it if I can't have him - S.H

Steve’s just never gotten over her, but how could he?

Steve Harrington x female!reader

A/n: friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+, strong language, kissing

Word count: 1.6k

Four years. Four years of crushing on her like a teenage boy.

With a few minor slip ups and late night hook ups tossed in just to make things worse. (But he never claimed to be a saint.) And Steve Harrington was still standing across the room watching her, ignoring everyone else, because it was her or nothing.

He knew what she smelt like, tasted like, sounded like. He knew how it felt to wake up next to her, to have her call him up just to talk. That was the blurry mix of their friendship. That's what had him so gone for her. That’s what nothing and no one else could compete with.

And she had no idea. Here she was idly making conversation with her friends, drinking something that made her throat warm and fuzzy, occasionally laughing or biting her lip without thinking anything of it. All she really thought about was how Steve had been sitting alone all night.

She glanced over to him, he still hadn’t moved since the last time she looked for him. Not that she was looking for him per say, just that her eyes wandered to him, that’s all. He was still sitting back against the sofa, with his legs stretched out, meaning no one could really sit next to him.

He wasn’t being very inviting.

His hair was loosely curling over his forehead, she desperately hoped he wouldn't cut it anytime soon, she would’ve hidden his scissors from him just to be safe, and his cheeks were dusted with pink, like it was too hot in here. But it wasn’t, not really. No one had managed to keep the back or front door shut so it was hard for it to get too stuffy.

She sat beside him before she had even noticed she had crossed the room. She didn’t mind his thighs pressing against hers, it didn’t seem to bother her. It might’ve, if it was anyone else. It probably would have, but this was just Steve, she never minded him touching her.

He looked sadder close up. His lips out of place not smiling, the lines at the corners of his eyes too faded. It made her chest tighten, it made her want to fix it. “You okay?” She twisted her torso, hand casually resting on his shoulder. It felt fuzzy like her drink, like she had been leaning on it and only just let up.

He half smiled, all lopsided and cute, before turning his head to her. “I’m good.”

It was probably one of the most unconvincing things she had ever heard in her life. So, she tilted her head and waited, eyes never leaving him. Steve only rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head and scoffing. “I swear. I’m just-” He paused. “Dealing with some stuff.”

It felt like he was trying to say something else entirely, but she didn’t get the chance to ask what.

A girl walked through the small space between the coffee table and the sofa, stepping over their legs, her eyes fell to Steve, dark shimmering eyeshadow making her look like she was asking him to follow her. Steve watched her for a second, giving her the smallest of smiles as she passed and the girl beside him got the feeling of a headache coming on.

Her hand slipped from his shoulder. She wasn’t sure how she felt about how she was feeling because it was a little too close to resembling jealousy. And that was wrong, wasn’t it? She wasn’t allowed to be jealous, it was a horrible word anyway.

“Wanna get out of here?” He suddenly asked her. Eyes far too romantic. Far too focused on her. She wanted-no. No. No. No. She couldn’t want him to kiss her again. She couldn’t want his lips just softly on hers, just enough to make her shiver. She couldn’t want him to do that thing he did. No. No. No?

It had been over a year since anything had happened between them and she could still taste him on her tongue if she thought about it hard enough. It was a string of stupid drunken mistakes between friends. It didn’t sound so bad in her head but why did she feel like she still wanted him. Why did she feel like she missed him when he was right there?

She decided to focus on what he said instead of what she felt. “It’s your house Steve.” She looked around, brows pressed together, they were in his living room, he couldn’t leave his own party, he wouldn’t have a house to come back to. “You can’t just go.”

He softly laughed at her under his breath. It wasn’t condescending, it was head spinning.

“I meant upstairs.”

Steve stood up, leaving her sitting alone on the sofa. He extended his hand to her, a slight bruise forming around his knuckles from when she accidentally got his hand caught in the car door the other day. She still felt bad about it. He said it was fine, but she wanted to kiss it better. Or she just wanted to kiss some part of him.

When her hand slipped into his without question he knew he was screwed.

His head was already enough of a mess, but it couldn’t get much worse if he took her to his room. She had been there before, she’d been in his bed before but there was only so much self control he had sitting so close to her downstairs. And her hand was touching him, too close to his neck to stop him from kissing her any second. At least his bedroom was bigger, he could keep a distance between them, or just fall into bed with her, either was fine.

They were only in the hallway when she softly said, “Wait.”

Steve turned back, just steps from his white bedroom door. Hands in his pockets before he did something stupid. She looked ridiculously perfect standing there in shitty lighting, glitter makeup slightly smudged, dress wrinkled by the hem. It wouldn’t take a lot for her to be more than perfect to him, his feelings for her were so consuming, they short-cut his mind into finding every little thing about her fascinatingly perfect.

She just stood there. Looking at him like she was trying to figure something out.

He was trying to keep his breathing paced. Trying not to self undermine four years of hidden feelings, all because she was looking at him. God was that really all it took? A look. Her gaze softened and he wanted to laugh. Yep, that was all it took.

He wanted her so badly.

“Can I try something?” She took a step forward, her perfume striking him. She had her hands just under her chest, in front of her ribs as she picked at her nails. Even the bend in her elbows had him losing it. Just watching her wrists move. It was all too much.

She looked like she was trying to find the words. However, they had clearly slipped away from her. Lost to the air that was surly thinning. Steve hated the nervousness on her face, he took the last step so that they were right before each other.

“What do you wanna try?” He asked, as softly as he could, head tilting to get her to look at him. He waited but she didn’t speak. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her skin. “Tell me. Please.” He wasn’t against begging to hear her thoughts.

She dropped her hands, looking up at him in a way that should’ve been illegal. “Kissing you.”

“We’ve kissed before.” He said, hand slipping to her neck. It was taking everything not to do everything to her. Confess, kiss, touch.

She considered what he said, fingers just grazing the hem of his t-shirt. She could accidentally touch his skin at any second. She was always touching him, probably not meaning to affect him so much but doing it anyway, and Steve would admit he held on to the fact that she never touched anyone else as much as him.

“But I want to do it again.” She spoke delicately, voice in something whisper-like. It did something to him.

His hand was tightening around her neck before he could give it another thought, just enough so that he could pull her to him. Under his breath he muttered, “Fuck it.” Before snapping the last few threads of control and kissing her.

Steve couldn’t stop smiling, right up against her lips. One hand curled around her hip the other was still stitched to her neck. He felt her hands slip around his neck, keeping him close, like he was going anywhere.

But she wasn’t sure she wanted it to end. So if her arms thrown around his shoulders kept him kissing her she was willing to do it. She had wanted to kiss him earlier, she just didn’t want to admit it then. But the mix of seeing him smile at someone else, and the sight of him just steps from his bedroom door shoved her into him. Her heart no longer caring if she tripped.

“Want you.” She muttered between kisses, between any second of breath Steve allowed her. “Only you.” She felt his smile fade at her words but something much sweeter took over as he pulled back. His eyes darted between hers and her lips once or twice.

“You do?” He asked, and she didn’t wait a second to nod, it seemed pointless pretending now. His face was softened, eyes resembling those of a puppy dog. It felt like she was sharing a secret, it was just the truth, she wanted him and no one else, but it still felt fuzzy.

“Don’t you want me-” She didn’t even finish asking him before his tongue was down her throat. A silent, fuck yes.

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AHHHHH gross!eddie has me in a chokehold!!! Have you got anymore you can share of him? 😆

What would he think of an equally gross gf? 👀

gross!eddie x reader (nb) ⟡ 18+ mdni !!

handjob, weed, foot fetish, oral cock warming, master + daddy ;

one thing about gross!eddie ?? he loves handjobs. he’s so used to getting off alone, it’s a habit that’s hard to break, now he’s with you. something about sitting lazy in his messy bed, on top of the dirty covers … completely naked, his thighs spread out … horror film turned on, blunt in hand, with you cuddled up at his side. you’re pumping your fist up and down his big, hairy cock … whining in his ear for him to fuck you, begging to ride him, but he doesn’t let you — you’re just a toy for him to use. a sultry vessel for his pleasure.

“don’t forget the balls,” eddie coos, canting his hips so his fuzzy sack meets your palm, drawing tight when you tug on his velvet skin. you fucked hours ago, now, your ring of cream still sticky all over his cock, the dime of lube in your palm schlicking him to completion. red-eyed and painfully horny from the weed, he is apathetic to your pleasure, grinding his hips to get himself off in your fist. his eyes never leave the screen.

eddie comes with a strangled cry of your name, but he isn’t finished yet. he tugs your legs up over his lap, pressing your little socked feet on his hardened cock. the fabric gets all sticky, like the insides of his discarded boxers, but you get him off all over again, rubbing your soles on his dick ’til he’s writhing beneath you. so full of cum, star-eyed with lust, eddie makes a mess of his hairy stomach, little droplets of sperm reaching high enough to muddy his sweaty curls.

of course, he’s training you well, like good masters do. equally nasty and willing to please, you lick his tummy clean, resting your face in the sticky remnants of his cum. you breathe in his sour musk, nuzzling the subtle sheen of his skin. snaking your way down, you nudge your face into his tender, fuzzy balls, sucking each of them clean in your mouth before swallowing his cock to keep him warm for the night.

tired, eddie flicks off the bedside lamp, petting your hair with an open palm. “g’night, puppy.”

you purr onto his shaft, drool trickling down his balls. goodnight, daddy.

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Michael has a breeding kink, and I'm going to die on this hill...

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 (hoard) x fem!reader ⟡ 18+ mdni !!

breeding, creampie, daddy kink ;

I’m not sure how Michael feels about having kids, but my man does not wear a condom. Nuh-uh. He’s so reckless with it; slips into your pussy and blacks the fuck out. He loves the feeling of fucking you raw, pumping his fat cock in your tight little cunt until he stuffs you full of his cum. Edging back the velvet skin ensheathing his veiny shaft, the reddened slit leaking onto your pretty lips. The first time he ever fucked you, he came inside, claiming every piece of that cherry pie. You’re his baby, after all.

In winter, his cold fingers wrapped snug around your waist … In summer, his sticky skin against yours, fuzzy balls clapping your ass … All year, every day. Any chance he gets, he’s sitting you down on that throbbing cock, fucking you full of that good girl juice. Man loves fucking you raw. He’ll even do it at the table — over dinner; on the phone; across the couch; in the shower. There’s no place this man wouldn’t fuck you.

He’s so rough during sex, he doesn’t even realize it; you’ll wake up with bruises the next day, little markings of his love. But when he cums inside, he’s wrapping his thick arms around you fully, pulling you close as humanly possible ’til you’re leaking onto his meaty thighs.

“That’s a good bird. Good girl, taking Daddy’s cum.”

#michael hoard #hoard film #hoard movie #michael hoard x reader #michael hoard x you #hoard x reader #hoard x you #fic rec #fic recs

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I just know michaels cock is fat and heavy 😩

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 (hoard) x fem!reader ⟡ 18+ mdni !!

cock worship, ball sucking, oral sex ;

It’s so big. So suckable. Michael has such big balls. 🥰 He’s so cocky about it, too, you know he is. “Aw, poor baby… Big stretch, eh? You know you love it.” And you do; you love everything about it. It tastes so good, and it’s so veiny, and soft… 🥰 He’s too lazy, so he only shaves for special occasions — weddings, birthdays, any time he knows he’ll have an excuse to fuck you ’til you can’t walk (unless he’s holding you). 🥰 His whole body gets flushed when he’s drunk, little blooms starting at his chest, fanning down his shoulders and arms… Soon enough, you’re on your knees, staring up at his reddened thighs, the pearlescent skin there twinged with blood. He’s so hairy, so beefy and manly. He can fix up your car and eat your coochie, all in a day’s work. He loves to make his ladies purr 🥰

Obviously, he’s not circumcised. You love tugging back that soft swathe of skin before going down on him 🥰 Some days, he’ll come home from work, settle down on the couch with his legs spread and a pillow on the floor beneath his feet, silently inviting you to come and play. 🥰 He likes it best when you suck on his balls; they’re so sensitive, but there’s nothing like ending the day with your baby’s lips on your sack. Ahhh… If you’re extra good, he’ll let you lick the tip, sucking it like a soothie ’til you get that creamy surprise… 🥰

LIKE … I NEED THIS FOOTAGE IN HD *YESTERDAY* … LMAOOOO 🙂🖐️💦✨

#michael hoard #hoard film #hoard movie #michael hoard x reader #michael hoard x you #hoard x reader #hoard x you #fic rec #fic recs

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haven’t had any complaints yet

For @urhoneycombwitch, 1. { going } down on them in the backseat of a car and 17. { laughing } mid way through from this list of smut -ing prompts. 18+, MDNI 2k

cw: older eddie/older reader, semi-public, oral (m receiving), allusions to other sex acts, passing drug/alcohol references, and some good old goofy fluff

The bench seat in the center row of Eddie’s van sagged as you and he landed on it, the soft creak of ancient springs mixing with the sounds of your airy giggles and the smack of your lips meeting in feverish kisses. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing at any curve of yours he could find, his rings catching on your cardigan as he pushed it off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

A devious kind of chuckle rumbled in his chest seeing your exposed neck and he latched onto it, groans and grunts of excitement making his lips vibrate against the patch of skin just behind your ear. It made you gasp, gripping onto his biceps.

You had to admit, it was fun seeing him so worked up.

After being together for as long as you had been, it was difficult sometimes not to worry about you eventually getting bored of one another, or your sex life taking a back seat (pun intended) to the minutiae of your day-to-day. But right now, with him looking at you with fire in those deep brown eyes, pawing at you like a bear digging into a picnic basket…you weren’t worried at all.

He’d even held off on drinking tonight, having only a few beers instead of the slew of cocktails and shots his friends had been offering. It made you arch a brow, smiling curiously as he waved off the glass of whiskey Steve bought for him.

And as Steve wandered away, heading in the direction of the pretty thing at the end of the bar he’d been making eyes at all night, Eddie leaned in close, his breath rippling down the nape of your neck as he whispered in your ear about preferring to be present for your…present.

Of all the things he could have asked for on his birthday, getting head in the back of his old van was maybe the last thing you expected. You had a feeling his interest was steeped in nostalgia, even though he had assured you he wasn’t exactly the pussy hound you’d assumed he was based on the handful of pictures you’d seen of a younger him, running around in shredded black jeans, chains dangling, climbing up on lunch tables, flashing flirty smiles at cheerleaders.

He’d admitted to you sheepishly on more than one occasion that the only action his old van saw back then was on more…ahem…solo missions.

So here you were, parked in the furthest corner of the Hideout’s gravel lot, necking like a couple of teenagers, fogging up the windows with your hot panting and ragged breaths.

Car sex, much like airplane bathroom sex or shower sex, or any one of those highly impractical acts in cramped spaces that had garnered some sort of unfounded mythology, had never held much appeal for you. Maybe when you were younger, and it was your only option, and you didn’t have to worry about back spasms or knee twinges or neck cricks.

But you were older now. You had yourown home—your own bed. You had the luxury of fucking when you wanted and being able to take a Tylenol and a bath afterward. Fumbling, clumsy quickies in the backseat of a car were a last resort you no longer needed to resort to.

Still, you couldn’t deny the excitement that licked up your spine as you kissed him in the front seat. Heart racing in your chest, eyes darting to the windshield to be sure no one was walking by.

Unlikely, given that last call had been over half an hour ago and Eddie’s van was the only car left in the lot. It was the thrill, though—the idea that at any moment someone could see, that had you nodding eagerly when Eddie’s lips broke from yours and he tipped his head toward the rear.

You pushed him back a little forcefully against the side of the van and started to kiss down his neck and over his t-shirt, faded and feather soft from decades of washes. Your hands ghosted over his pecks, almost able to feel his tattoos through the material, stopping briefly to flick the piercing on his nipple and elicit a moan that had him biting down on his bottom lip.

Willfully ignoring the creaks in your joints, you shifted down onto the floor and took your place between his spread knees, fingers nimbly tugging open his belt and fly and dragging his pants and boxers to his ankles. You ran your hands up his legs, fingers splayed wide dragging through the sparse hair on his thighs. They were thicker now, more meaty with muscle and fat. Those high-school jeans would have burst at the seams.

His breath hitched as your hands inched closer to his cock only for him to huff out a laugh as they glided right past it over his hips, purposefully skirting the hard on that bobbed in front of your face. He chuckled at your teasing smile, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed a moan. Your hands slid up his abdomen, disappearing under his shirt to feel in the warmth of his skin and how his muscles quivered with need at your touch.

Shoulders rustling slightly, he shivered and you could feel his pale skin pimpling under your palms. At last, you brought them back down and began to brush your fingertips over his most private flesh. His length kicked up in response, chest heaving like he needed an inhaler.

At this point, you could probably pick his cock out of a line-up, but it never failed to make your eyes shine when you found yourself face to face with it. Every ridge, every vein, every groove having been engulfed by your hands or tongue or tits or pussy who knows how many times.

But the way he looks at you, it always feels like the first.

Firm hands wrapped around him and began to move in a steady, even stroke. Your eyes locked onto his burnished brown ones and you brought his tip to your puckered lips, giving a kiss to his weeping slit. You toyed with him a little longer, smearing your lips over his head, lightly tonging at that oh-so-sensitive spot on the underside of it that had his breath stuttering like he was an ill-fated heroine in some bodice ripper.

The salty brine of him, warm and familiar, covered your tongue as you slowly took him into the soft cavern of your wet mouth and began to suck.

“G-god, yes, baby,” he groaned in relief. “Feels so…so good.”

You bobbed a little faster, taking him in deeper with each pass, edging your way to his base. His hips quivered as he fought the urge to thrust them upwards, trying to restrain himself best he could. A slew of hmms and ah-ah-ahs tumbled past his lips as you clenched your throat, making a sound that was a near-perfect mimicry of you choking on his dick.

It was hardly something you needed to fake, having gagged on his thick length plenty of times in the past. He wasn’t quite deep enough to do so yet, but you knew how the sound got him off so it was a neat little trick to have in your back pocket.

His reaction was immediate—veins in his hand standing out as he gripped at the sagging seat cushion, threatening to rip off a hunk of foam.

“Oh-ohh, fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned as he threw his head back, reaching up to grasp the seatbelt behind him and grip it in his fist like he wished he was gripping your hair.

He yanked it down, pulling it between his teeth and biting down on it as he grunted out praise.

You felt your eyelids flutter shut, losing yourself in the rhythm you’d set, the sweet sounds of Eddie unraveling. Your tongue slid faster, the flat of it stroking the velvety juncture where his shaft met his balls with each pass as his tip hit the back of your throat.

Your knees burned through your jeans, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. Your whole body felt engulfed by flames, buzzing with pride that you were making him feel this good. That you were the one he worshiped; the one he chose over and over, day after day, year after year—

Suddenly, you slowed. Registering within a split-second that something was off. Because woven in with the wet sounds of you swallowing Eddie’s cock, your ears sifted out the strangled sound of Eddie actually choking.

Your eyes snapped to his face and nearly bugged out of their sockets seeing him clawing at his own neck, trying to free himself from the seatbelt he’d somehow gotten himself twisted up in. His cock flopped out of your mouth that had fallen open in shock, long strings of saliva stretching between your lips and his free hanging length.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me!”

Not exactly the context he’d imagined you screaming that out, but what are you gonna do?

You scrambled up off your knees, shins banging on god knows what as you climbed on top of Eddie and hastily batted his hands out of the way in order to free him yourself. Your heart raced, it’s pounding in your chest only starting to slow when the redness that had begun to color his cheeks faded back into his signature shade of alabaster and his breath returned to normal.

He panted as he sat up, still sputtering a little when your eyes met and the two of you did the only thing you could think to do in that moment.

You laughed.

Deep guffaws, breathless belly laughs rolling out of you even harder than that time you made pot brownies and watched cat videos in bed for three hours. You clutched at each other, your foreheads resting on shoulders for support as your chests shook and tears prickled at the corners of eyes.

“You see?” he tittered softly after a few minutes, unphased by his near-death experience. “I told ya you were gonna kill me.”

He balked when you swatted at him, holding up his hands with a “what did I say?” kind of smile.

“Seriously, though,” he went on, reaching out to brush his fingertips along the side of your face, tracing from forehead to jaw. “What a way to go.”

A hush fell over you at his light touch. You tried to roll your eyes, but any annoyance you expressed was totally undermined by the melty smile that covered your face. You traced the curve of his cheeks, still rounded from his wide grin, letting your finger dip into the deep well of one of his dimples. More sap than a maple tree, this one.

“But I do kind of get the choking thing now,” he added with a bounce of his brows.

“Oh my god—”

Your hand raised for another swat, but instead you smoothly hooked your fingers in the collar of his t-shirt to tug him forward into a kiss. Noses smushing into cheeks, desperate to be closer than physically possible, lips sliding as you smiled into one another's mouths.

You pulled back just enough to speak, your nose still bumping against his as you scrunched your eyes at him with nothing but fondness.

“How about I suck your dick at home like the civilized old farts we are, huh?” you asked.

“Mmm, that sounds good,” he hummed, lips leaving a tiny peck on the end of your nose.

He squirmed on the seat, trying to get his pants pulled back up while you rooted around on the floor for your cardigan. As you pulled it back on and fluffed up the hair that had begun to stick to the back of your neck, Eddie reached out a hand to rest on your shoulder. At his light touch, you turned back towards him, finding a smile that made your heart swell with so much affection, it seemed entirely possible you might melt straight into the cheap upholstery.

“What’s that look for?” you asked.

He just shook his head, dopey smile remaining and the twinkle in his eyes never dimming as he answered you with his words running together in a love drunk drawl.

“Jus’ love you s’all.”

Thank you for reading, love you, mean it 🥠

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