Reminder To Self: Read This When You're Done With Watching Spiderverse

reminder to self: read this when you're done with watching spiderverse

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

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izayanara

2 years ago

Hard Boy

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

(My work is not to be copied or transfered. However, you may reblog the shit out of it.)

Warnings: reader getting bullied, Billy being sweet in his own odd way, unedited,

Hawkins thought of Billy Hargrove in many ways. Asshole. Lady's man. Man whore. But they didn't know him like you knew him. They knew his front, his shield of armor, protective guard. You knew him for who he really was. Your best friend.

He leaned across the car and opened the passenger door for you from the inside, taking your bag and tossing it in the back. You thanked him, sliding in to the passengers seat and receiving many dirty - and jealous - looks from other people in the school parking lot.

"Have a good day?" He recited it as if it were only custom but you knew him well enough to know he really meant it. "Nope. Where's Max?"

He glanced at you through the rearview mirror as he sped off, eyes holding the faintest shimmer of concern. "With a friend or something, I don't know. Why not?" You shrugged, turning to look out the window so he didn't see the way tears were starting to pool.

Billy slammed on brakes in the middle of the road, a couple miles from school, shielded between two stretches of wood. If someone were to come barreling around the corner like he had...well, it wouldn't be good. "Billy what are you doing? Drive."

He snatched your jaw up in his hand, fingers gentle but actions alarming as he forced you to look at him. One glimpse to his beautiful face and the tears were spilling over. Running down your cheeks and ruining your makeup.

Neither of you spoke. Billy just sat there, firmly holding your face, watching your cry. It was embarrassing and you tried to yank away but he wouldn't let you. "Who?" Your brows furrowed in confusion, prompting him to clarify.

"Who did it?" You shook your head, best you could. A silent no that had him scowling at you. He dropped your face and threw the car back in drive, speeding off again after what felt like forever.

"We're going to get slurpies," he informed, eyes on the road though you could see the hardness to them behind his glasses. "and you're going to tell me what happened. Nobody just gets to make my girl cry."

You nodded, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie. Billy was rough, but he cared. And you were more than thankful for that.

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izayanara

2 years ago

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (m)

⌕ eddie munson x reader x billy hargrove ft. steve harrington

❤︎ — content warnings: smut, slight angst, f! reader, cucking (sorta?), threesome, fingering, split roast, face fucking, degradation, very slight praise, pet names (princess, baby, etc), taking pictures during the act, breeding/creampie, facial, jealousy, possessiveness, very little mentions of drugs and alcohol, all three of them are implied to be intoxicated but still conscious enough to give consent.

❤︎ — word count: 2.1k of pure filth

❤︎ — note: ok this has been rotating in my thoughts for weeks now i had to get this off my mind

Messy. That's one way to define it.

Your breakup with Steve was messy. Everything with Steve is messy, always has been. The way he confessed to you before you guys started dating, the way he fell for Nancy while he was still your boyfriend and then of course, the long awaited moment when he told you that you guys might need a break.

And right now, you're glad he proposed that. Because Eddie is a good kisser, the breath of liquor on his tongue matches yours. He smelled of trouble and you were drawn to the thrill of it like a moth to a flame. He's all you needed right now— a distraction, something to get your mind off from your fall out with your ex.

“God, baby. You're really ready for it, huh?” you could hardly hear eddie's voice over the booming party downstairs and you don't think fucking here, right now, in someone else's room while tina's halloween party roared below, but you couldn't care less right now, “just shut up n' kiss me, munson.”

you slurred, your lips chasing his as you pushed him down on the bed, “as you wish, milady.” you giggle at his exaggeration before he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, letting his hands wander and pull off your clothes one by one. Your hands hastily work on the buckle of his belt, huffing while you buck your hips into his,

“impatient much, princess?”

The sudden intrusion of a new voice had both you and Eddie jumping lightly, staring wide eyed at the door now slung open which Eddie swore he locked behind him after you pushed him inside this room,

“Hargrove.” Eddie greets with a tight lipped smile. To which, the blond grinned, kicking the door shut and started walking towards the bed.

Now, Billy had his eyes on you for quite some time. Ever since you rejected his offer to give you a ride on his '79 Chevrolet Camaro, he couldn't deny the spark. Besides, what better way to rub it on king Steve's face than by stealing away his princess?

catching your chin in between his thumb and index finger, he whispered, “should really make sure you lock the door behind you if you don't want anyone to interrupt your alone time together.”

The hint of mockery in his voice was evident but you decided to entertain him, “and what if it was the plan all along?”

Maybe it's the alcohol thrumming in your veins or the adrenaline rush of sneaking away while your ex was right downstairs but you couldn't help the sly smirk that slipped on your lips.

“two can play that game, princess.” his voice is an octave low now, eyes half lidded as he stared at your lips, thumb tracing the plump of your lower lip before leaning forward and claiming a kiss,

“great, sure, just invite yourself in here, man.” eddie groaned, rolling his eyes at the display. Breaking the kiss, you press your finger on eddie's lips, shushing his complaints, “don’ be selfish now, eddie.” palming his cock through his jeans, you purred, “there's 'nough of me for both of ya',”

Billy chuckles at your slurred words, hand snaking around to grab your bicep and tugging you forward into his chest, “you heard her, freak.” there's a subtle jealousy evident in eddie's actions when he grabs your waist tight, brown eyes staring into billy's taunting blue ones,

“you gonna fuck her or what?” the blond rasps, pressing kisses down your jawline and nipping lightly at your neck. Eddie scoffs, looking away while you moaned for Billy, “don't you have better things to do?”

“you do realise right that she's not your girl or anything?” Those words, bitter yet true, made Eddie wonder why he was here. Billy is right, you aren't dating him. It's hypocritical of him to get jealous like this. So what if he has been your dealer for what, like at least a few months now? That doesn't imply anything. That's not a relationship.

Even if he calls the times you met in the woods as dates, sneaking out and getting high together. Eddie smiles a bit at the memories before blinking them away upon Billy's words, “if you prefer just watchin' then I can put on a good show for ya', Munson.”

“We'll see whose name she's moaning soon.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie slips his hand inside your panties after flipping up your skirt, “shit baby, you're already dripping,” his fingers barely teased your folds and you were already whining, hips pushed back into his touch while Billy cradled your face in his palms, the menacing smirk on his lips a sheer contrast to the way he held you gently,

“turns out, the princess is just a cheap lil' whore, hm? Moanin' like a slut even though we've barely touched her yet.”

Eddie groaned when you clenched around his fingers at Billy's words, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He was getting impatient at the thought of how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around him, “what? She getting tighter due to my words?”

Billy sneers, his hand slid down to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, “you like being called a slut, princess?” you caught on the little sadistic glint in his eyes even in your intoxicated state and yet you can't deny that the thrill of it all excited you further, “speak up, princess.”

he pressed a light kiss on your lips as you stuttered out a small affirmative. Meanwhile Eddie pulled out his fingers with a wet 'pop' and a muttered curse under his breath. The clang of his belt soon followed before you felt him press the swollen head of his cock against your entrance,

“bet I can just slip right in, mhm?” you tried to look at him over your shoulder but Billy's hand around your neck prevented that, “uh uh, eyes on me, slut.”

But before you can reply with a snarky comment, Eddie's cock thrusted into your barely prepared cunt, bottoming out with one hard thrust. Your cry made the man in front of you chuckle, his voice shushing you gently while the man behind you gripped your hips hard, nails digging into your clothes, “fuckin' hell baby, you're so— ah, so fucking tight,”

he was already dragging his cock all the way out, teasing you by just leaving the swollen tip in before slamming in with vigour. The force of which had you falling into Billy's chest. Your lips parted in a silent scream when Eddie's hand snaked around your thighs, fingers finding your clit to toy with. Billy took this opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair and push your face down against his crotch,

“take it out.” he cooed, tugging harshly at your strands when you failed to follow through on his order. With the smallest droplets of tear forming at the corners of your eyes from the rough treatment, you hurriedly undid his denim jeans, his hard cock springing out with a spilled grunt from his lips,

“put that mouth to good use, slut.” his fingers dug into your skull as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, shoving you down on his cock soon after and laughing breathlessly when he heard you choke. A groan left him as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, hips jutting against you sporadically, “fuck,”

the curse drawls out of his lips with a deep grunt, followed by Eddie's voice, “you're tightening up, baby.” he knows that you're clenching around him because of Billy's rough treatment, at the idea of having them both and it pisses him off.

The mere thought of having to share you with Billy fuckin' Hargrove, Hawkins' new king, makes Eddie dig his nails into your skin, leaving tiny crescents blooming on the area as he brings your hips back to meet his sharp thrusts midway.

Each deep thrust of Eddie's hips pushed you against Billy, his cock slipping deeper in your throat and making tears roll down your face. Your lungs burned from the lack of air and you squirmed under the two men's hold on you.

Pulling out his cock from your mouth, Billy fisted it, slapping your cheek with the saliva slickened head, “you look so fuckin' beautiful like this… all fucked out and messy.” his eyes followed how yours rolled back into your head and face flushed with tear stains while eddie continued to fuck into you without acknowledging the other man.

Looking around Billy smirked upon finding what he was hoping for. His hand cradled your chin with a touch softer than you'd expected from him and he lifts your face up. There was a flash of bright light in front of you and then you heard a reeling sound. With wide eyes, it took you a moment to realise that he just snapped a polaroid of you like this,

“what the fuck are you doin', Hargrove?” Eddie barked, eyes narrowed to which Billy chuckled, shaking off his rebuking glance with an uncaring shrug, “thought you'd be more fun, Eddie. Here, you can have this.” handing the metalhead the polaroid, Billy watched his reaction, holding back a chuckle when Eddie seethed, jaws clenched and jealousy oozing off his mere existence.

Guiding your mouth back on his cock, Billy smirked, “you can't handle a girl like her, munson.”

This time, Eddie scoffed, placing the photo down, “yea? Then why's she about to cum on my cock, hm?” his hand gripped the back of your head, shoving you down on Billy's cock roughly. A muffled yelp from you and a curse muttered by Billy with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open had Eddie chuckling now, spitting out the last word with venom laced in his tone, “think I like you better like this, king.”

“fu—ck,” Billy's hips stuttered, cock throbbing heavy on your tongue while his hefty balls slapped against your chin. Your thighs trembled from eddie's cock hitting right against that spongy spot inside you that had you cumming around him with a scream that got muffled by billy fucking your throat mercilessly.

“your gonna look s'fuckin' pretty with my cum all over your face, princess.” he gasped before pulling out right as he was about to cum. Jerking off his twitching cock, he spilled his cum on your face, lazily slumping back against the bed now.

Grabbing the camera, he snapped another photo of your face— delicate makeup that took you hours to do, now ruined with tears, drool and cum— courtesy of Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson, “this one's for king Steve,” staring at the polaroid, Billy mused, “Harrington's gonna love this.”

Eddie bit his lip to bite back his grunts while you spasmed around his cock, pushing him closer to his own high. He tried to pull out but you pushed your hips back into his, making him chuckle a bit, “gonna cum, baby.” you looked back at him with glassy eyes,

“wan' it inside, eddie, please,” he can't deny when you ask so sweetly now can he? Ever since the first time he met you to supply drugs, he always did have a soft spot for you and maybe, just maybe you reciprocated that. He was definitely more than just a distraction.

you figured that you'd been happier with him the last few months you spent with him than you ever were with steve, "you sure?” you hum with a light nod. the moment soon being interrupted by Billy who scoffs at you both, “love birds.”

Rolling his eyes at Billy's words, Eddie pushed his cock back in, upto the hilt, letting your walls squeeze him tightly as he came, a string of curses on his lips.

Meanwhile Steve happened to have the worst evening of all times. Hearing Nancy say that they're just pretending to be in love with each other and then seeing Jonathan take her home. He just needed some alone time.

But he just happened to stumble upon the very room you were in. And his throat went dry at the sight, “sorry, I'll just—” he was about to leave when Billy spoke up with a grin,

“Welcome to the after party, Harrington.”

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izayanara

4 weeks ago

feining for frat boy katsuki…

it was hot. loud. half the girls were already screaming over shirtless frat boys grinding against windshields. your friend dragged you out with a “come on, it’s for charity!” and now you’re standing in the corner with a lukewarm lemonade and zero expectations.

you didn’t even want to come to this stupid fraternity fundraiser.

your roommate dragged you out with the promise of half-naked frat boys, but all you’ve seen so far are drenched freshmen trying to flex their way into a hernia.

but then you see him.

he’s got his back turned at first—lean muscle, golden skin, red swim trunks slung way too low on his hips. sunlight catches the water dripping down his back like it’s staged. and when he turns around?

game over. he’s gorgeous.

sharp jaw, wild blonde hair flattened from water, a cocky little smirk on his face as he wrings a sponge out over his head, totally aware of the stares.

and he sees you. right away. ruby eyes locked with yours and gives the most arrogant little up-nod like, yeah. you’re next.

you try to act unaffected. fail immediately.

he saunters over, sudsy bucket in one hand, water dripping down his abs like it’s a fucking calvin klein ad. stops right in front of you, eyeing your car, then you, then your car again. “you the one drivin’ this piece of shit?”

you blink. “excuse me?!”

he shrugs but you can see a little grin tugging on the corner of his mouth, smug and unbothered. “relax. i’ll make it look brand new.”

he puts the bucket down, saunters over, and damn—he’s even hotter up close. tall. muscles for days. and that little scar on his cheek? unfair.

then, leaning closer, voice low: “the name's katsuki bakugo. what’s yours, sweet girl?”

you tell him. maybe a little breathless.

he repeats it once—slow, like he’s trying it out on his tongue. “hm. yeah. i like that.”

and then he goes to work. but not just on the car.

katsuki bakugo washes that car like he’s auditioning for the dirtiest boy band you’ve ever seen. dropping the sponge just to bend over in front of you, ass on full display. making eye contact when he slides his hand over the hood like he’s caressing it. watering himself down with a hose and shaking his hair out like he’s in a shampoo commercial from hell.

by the time he’s done, your car is sparkling. and so are you—flushed, flustered.

he tosses the sponge into the bucket, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks. “lemme know if you need a private wash sometime.”

and then he walks away, with you watching the water dripping down the curve of his spine, no better than a teenage boy ogling the back of a girl's bikini. you swear you black out for a second too.

it’s only a few hours after the car wash before he slides in your dms, smooth but dirty. you’re in your room, still reeling from whatever the hell that was, when your phone buzzes.

king.explosionmurder has sent you a message.

(yeah. that’s his actual handle. because of course it is.) then, you open it.

king.explosionmurder:

can't stop thinking about the girl with the shittiest car and the cutest fuckin’ face.

you stare. then another message pops up.

king.explosionmurder:

u free tonight?

or maybe you're too busy being adorable somewhere else?

your heart does a thing. you type out a reply—something just barely cocky enough to match him:

you:

depends

you always this forward?

king.explosionmurder:

only for girls with shitty taste in cars

so, only you

let me buy you a drink, sweet girl?

you:

fine

you can buy me a drink, frat boy

but for the record?

my taste in cars is not that shitty

king.explosionmurder:

whatever you say beautiful

8 pm, sunset bar down 5th ave

don't be late

katsuki shows up five minutes early, in a black tee that clings to his chest and jeans that should be illegal. hair still messy from his post-car-wash shower. when you walk in, his eyes track you like you’re the only person in the room.

“tch. thought you were gonna flake.”

you roll your eyes. “you’d cry if i did.”

his mouth twitches. “like a damn baby.”

then the date just... hits different. it wasn't what you expected. sure, it’s packed with college students and frat bros, but in the back corner booth? with him?

it’s quiet. comfortable. almost… intimate.

he’s not much of a talker, but with you? he tries. you ask about his major—he’s an aspiring pro-hero, of course—and he asks about yours, grumbling when you light up talking about it, because “fuck, that smile’s gonna kill me.”

and even though he’d die before saying it out loud, the minute you take a sip of your drink and laugh at something dumb he says? he’s gone. head over heels.

he walks you back to your dorm with his hand on the small of your back, even though it’s barely a ten-minute walk. says “text me when you’re in” even though he literally watched you unlock your door. stands there, gruff and gorgeous, waiting.

“gonna invite me?” he asks, tone teasing.

you shake your head, grinning. “not on the first date, i'm not.”

he groans dramatically. “damn. fuckin’ killin’ me here.”

you grin. “goodnight, frat boy.”

but he doesn’t move right away.

just stands there under the warm porch light, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to work off the ache of not touching you again. his shirt clings to him in the summer heat, his jaw sharp in the glow, but it’s his eyes that freeze you in place.

not hard. not sharp. not the glare he usually levels at the world.

but soft. heavy. like you’ve stolen the breath from his lungs and he doesn’t even want it back.

he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

he takes one small step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off his chest, close enough that if either of you moved just an inch, you’d be kissing.

“goodnight, sweet girl,” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel laced with honey.

it hits you somewhere deep. like he’s branding the words into you.

and then—he actually smiles. a real one. lopsided, shy, the kind of smile you’d never expect from someone who threatens to body slam people over couch cushions.

then he turns and walks away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head down, like if he looks back even once, he’ll do something stupid like run back and kiss you senseless.

you close the door behind you, heart thudding so hard you swear your roommate can hear it.

you’re screwed. so screwed.

because things after that? they move fast.

to everyone else, he was the guy who'd scream if you left dishes in the sink, throw a beer can at you if you sat on his side of the couch, and threaten to body slam you if you so much as breathe near him.

but the entire frat house knew that their loud, grumpy, terrifyingly efficient frat dad—had a soft spot the size of a planet. and that soft spot? was for you.

you’re the only person allowed in his room during his grumpy post-practice naps. the only one who can touch his hair without him flinching. he’d grumble when you flick his forehead when he was being dramatic but he'd let you.

he might curse under his breath, but when you’d slide onto his lap during movie night, he'd wrap an arm around you like it was instinct. like protecting you came as naturally as breathing.

he had snacks stocked in the mini fridge (not for him, you liked them). he hands you your favorite snack and grumbles, “was on sale. don’t get used to it,” even though it’s never on sale but he bought six of them anyway.

and when finals week hits? he’s a damn soldier for you.

caffeine runs. your favorite takeout. quiet growls at anyone who tries to talk to you in the library. he reads your flashcards like they’re enemy coordinates and quizzing you becomes his personal mission.

but the best part? the tiny, quiet moments in between.

like when he’s losing at mario kart and you’d sit in his lap while he played, steal his fries, kiss his cheek mid-rant just to shut him up.

or when you were too tired to walk back to your place, you just curl up in his bed. not only does he let you, he tucks the blanket around you and kisses your forehead so soft it makes your chest ache.

and somehow, all of that was like magic.

sure, he might’ve acted like the world’s most chaotic, aggressive frat president, but when it came to you? he was all bark, all bite… and all heart.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

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2 years ago

nsfw

He finally- after months of fucking his fist with you on his mind- has you underneath him, clad in nothing but his old tshirt and legs lifted over his broad shoulders; he slides in you with a delighted shiver.

Only sliding in seemed a bit too easy— considering you were a virgin. And his first thought is to grit his teeth and bare them angrily because you’re his. He made fucking sure of it- no one should’ve touched you because you. are. his.

But his clenched jaw loosens at your shaky touch, mouth falling slack when you whimper out a small “p-prepped myself b-before you g-got here…wanted you, wanted all of you…please keep going!”

And he groans, unrestrained and near desperate, “Oh? You stuffed your tiny little fingers in your pretty hole just for me? Next time you’ll let me watch, wontcha? Gotta see it— fuck I wanna see you prep yourself for my cock- only mine- you understand? Yeah? That’s right baby, now scream it. I want the fuckin neighbors to hear who you belong to.”

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2 years ago

Billy with a shy reader would include…

based on a request.

it is highly likely that billy fell for you entirely by accident.

he was brooding at his desk and wasn’t paying attention and because you’re ever the timid soul that you are, everyone rushed around and partnered up for the big class project… except for you two.

at first he thought this would be something to just get out of the way. something to put up with and roll his eyes at. but you started to grow on him.

he likes your calm demeanor. the way you sit back and take the world in.

you always seem to know the right thing to say at the right time, as if you’ve been analyzing him and everyone around you the whole time. maybe you’re secretly a mind reader?

he didn’t think much about you to begin with, he at times feels guilty for not noticing you sooner.

he’s always been flashy, loud, and impulsive and keeps company with people who he finds shallow and uninteresting…

he can lose his temper at the drop of a hat, but with you around it’s like watching the tide roll in. it’s soothing. he recovers quicker.

he doesn’t feel judged by you

he feels connected to you in a way that can at times frighten him and make him wonder how he ever got in so deep

he also feels like you’re so fragile that he has to protect you at all costs

if some asshole knocks your books out of your hands? he will chase them all the way off campus. full papa bear mode.

he may get a little overbearing at times. speaking up for you when maybe you can speak for yourself. but he just doesn’t know how far that line goes, and he would wrap you in bubble wrap if he could

he also just lives for teasing the life out of you. it really turns him on.

he finds it so adorable how easily flustered he can get you just by touching your cheek, or god forbid if he kisses your neck…

if you ever work up the courage to get back at him you might blow him out of the water

he loves just being in your company in general

sitting in the school parking lot for a half an hour waiting on max suddenly isn’t so torturous if you’re around.

you don’t even have to say much. he’s just glad you’re there to root him in the present.

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izayanara

2 years ago

Break a Sweat - Billy Hargrove

Summary: Billy teaches fem!reader how to play basketball, and he makes sure reader gets nice and sweaty so they can shower afterwards.

Warnings: Heavy petting, slight fingering, and implied sex.

A/N: Billy!

“So, how many points do I get if I throw it here?” You asked as you bounced the ball. It nearly managed to escape you, but you grabbed it back two steps past where you were supposed to keep still.

Billy stood to your right and laughed, “Two points,” He said, taking a step back to get behind you. “That’s only if you make it.”

You swiveled around with your eyebrows raised and mouth agape that let out a playful scoff. “You don’t think I can make it?”

He teasingly sized you up; glancing from your loose shoelaces to your baggy t-shirt, then to your wide eyes that dared him to say anything other than encouraging words. Though, Billy wasn’t about to play into your game. Not when he could play his own, win, and get a prize at the end. He just had to make you work a little harder to get to the start line.

“Definitely not,” He returned the banter in truth. His foot reached out and tapped at your ankle. “Wider,” He smirked. “Bend your knees a little,” You followed his instructions, peering over your shoulder every so often to smile at him. “Try it now.”

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izayanara

1 year ago

sundress no panties

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izayanara

1 year ago

For your listening pleasure...

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3 years ago

people saying cc!wilbur won't make sootcest canon and we therefore shouldn't be afraid of it as if this clip doesn't exist

AND THIS IS FOUR (4) GREY PIXELS WERE TALKING ABOUT FOR ALIVEBUR.

THERE ARE MANY MORE GREY PIXELS ON GHOSTBUR.

SO, WE SHOULDN'T BE SCARED.

IN FACT MY DEAR, WE SHOULD BE FUCKING TERRIFIED.

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2 years ago

Ripe

summary enjoying your favorite summertime snack around the wrong company can be a very dangerous thing to do.

warnings cursing, lots of heat, smut, slight food play, oral fixation-ish, praise, semi-public & risky

word count 1,912

note i will say that inspiration strikes at the oddest of moments

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

It was a beautiful summer day as you walked through the gates of the Hawkins Pool.

Tilting your sunglasses up you scanned the bustling scene for your boyfriend, your ears perking up as a shrill whistle entered the air followed by harsh barking words.

There he was. Berating a pair of twelve-year-old boys for dunking each other in the 5-foot end of the pool.

Pursing your lips around your fingers you mustered a sound capable of hailing a taxi cab. Smiling, you gave him a large wave as he snapped his head in your direction.

Coming over to Billy’s side of the pool you crossed your arms and waited for him to finish his lecture.

“You wanna die today kid?” the one boy still ashamedly grasping his friend by the collar.

The boy shook his head furiously.

Looming over them menacingly Billy waved them apart, blowing his whistle sharply.

“Didn’t think so.” he scoffed turning to face you.

“Another life saved.” you mused sarcastically.

He smirked, eyes appraising the small sundress on your frame.

“You staying to swim today?” he asked curiously.

You had yet to come to the pool for a swim. Thus far only stopping by to share lunch breaks or say hi on your days off, and he was beginning to worry that you were ducking him.

Allaying his fears, you slyly pulled aside the strap of your dress revealing a thin red bikini strap.

A small groan escaped his lips.

“Good.”

Pulling the beach bag from your opposite shoulder, you took Billy’s hand as he walked you to a small patch of shade in the grass.

Sitting together, you pulled out a couple brown paper lunch sacks and water bottles.

Taking his, Billy pulled out a sandwich biting into it immediately.

You giggled, pulling a peach from your lunch bag.

“Wha?” he questioned, ripping off another large portion.

The sandwich was nearly gone.

“Had I known they worked you this hard, I would have brought you two.” you said tenderly.

He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing, opening the small bag of chips with a pop.

“Would you like mine?” you offered.

He almost looked offended, waving his hands in refusal.

“Billy, if you’re still hungry have mine.” you pulled out your sandwich, putting it in his lap.

“It’s not the end of the world…” you smiled encouragingly.

He swallowed hard. Guilty, childlike eyes of appreciation looking back at you.

“Thanks.” he ripped the tinfoil off and tucked into it with vigor as you turned your attentions to your own lunch.

The peach was soft and ripe, giving way with an audible squelch as you bit into its smooth flesh.

It may have actually been a little overripe as juice flowed from the fruit down your chin. Dripping onto your chest and traveling to rest between your cleavage.

You pulled away with a messy mouthful, closing your lips with a loud slurp.

“This was messier then I thought it would be…” you commented innocently, taking another graphic bite.

Billy was slowly chewing, his ears burning with the first wet sounds falling from your lips.

He was watching you now with rapt attention.

Watching those delicate pink pillows wrap and press themselves against the skin of that sinfully moist food.

Teeth and tongue scraping for the exquisitely sweet meat it had to offer you.

Your mouth pulling off in a lewd, wet burst. Lips shimmering.

You looked immensely content and it was driving him absolutely insane.

Taking care to suckle the last bits of goodness from the pit, you hummed happily.

“I’m a mess. Lemme go clean off… be back in a sec.” you insisted, sucking a bit of juice from your thumb.

Rising to your feet, you wandered towards the women’s locker rooms, tossing the pit in the trash.

Entering the locker rooms you headed off towards the sinks, when a large hand wrapped itself around your wrist and jerked you inside a nearby changing stall.

About to yell, your eyes widened when you realized who it was.

“Billy?!” you whispered harshly. “You can’t be in here!”

You gruffly pulled the privacy curtain over the entrance, encasing yourselves in the small space.

“Relax…” he murmured with a leer, “the supply closet connects the men’s.”

You weren’t relaxed.

“Why’re you in here?” you inquired, bashfully meeting his eyes.

The corner of his mouth pricked up in sick delight as his broad arms pinned you in on both sides.

Your toes curled in anticipation, resting a palm flat against his bare chest.

You knew that look anywhere. And he knew.

He knew damn well that he didn’t even have to lay a finger on you, and you would fall right into whatever scheme he was concocting.

He rarely if ever had to ask.

“Here?” you breathed, slightly panicked as the voices of women chattering passed by the curtain and out the door.

He gave a stern nod, his hand lazily lifting one strap of your dress. Drawing it down your shoulder.

Heat was pooling between your legs, a familiar ache overwhelming your core as you chewed your lip.

“Think you can handle a lil’ challenge princess?” his opposite hand dragging down your other strap, pulling the dress downward and exposing your bright crimson bikini top.

You looked over at the drape, considering your last momentary thoughts of sanity before locking eyes with him.

Nodding nervously, your head fell back against the stall wall as he instantly attacked you.

Diving, he dipped his face between your breasts, his tongue seeking out the sticky sweet trail of fruit juice that had fallen among them.

A sharp gasp of surprise fell from your mouth, feeling him run his tongue in a thick, flat strip up the length of your sternum approaching your collar bone.

Momentarily pausing at your pulse point, he nipped your skin, testing you.

You bit your lip, holding in a small cry, rolling your hips against him in protest.

“Good girl” he muttered, moving his assault northward.

Craning your neck, pressing yourself flush against the cool metal wall, you attempted to ground yourself.

His tongue creeping over your chin reaching its final destination.

Biting your lower lip, he pulled you into a hungry kiss. Laving his tongue against your plush lips. Demanding entry, which you willingly obliged.

Slipping your fingers beneath the elastic of his trunks, you ground yourself against him. A low rumble of approval emanating from his throat as his growing arousal pressed up against you.

Deepening the kiss, his hands traveled south roughly grasping your ass, his fingers digging harshly into the skin, making you whimper.

“Have you always owned this set?” he rasped, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and tickling the shell of your ear.

“I bought it two days ago” you squeaked, as a hand cupped your sex.

A deep growl of satisfaction met your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Looks sexy” he commented, hooking a finger in the crotch of your high-leg bottoms and shifting them aside.

An intense thrum of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he lightly dusted his fingers across your folds.

“Ya just make this too easy princess…” dipping his digits lightly at your entrance he withdrew them, to show you. The clear viscous fluid dripping from his fingers.

You looked to the ceiling in silent prayer before returning your gaze to him.

“I can’t help it.” you simpered as he held out his fingers for you.

Taking them into your mouth, you wrapped your tongue around them longingly only to whine lightly as he pulled them from you, replacing his mouth on yours in a searing kiss.

A conceited huff passed his lips, fanning your face. Your hips stuttering as he slipped a single finger inside you.

Idly wagging it, pressing lightly against the spot that could make you scream.

“Ya seem plenty ready to me… What cha’ think princess?” he taunted.

Deep cerulean orbs boring into you for an answer.

Chuffing, a deep blush settled across your cheeks, you were wound tighter than a spring.

“Just… fuck me” you heaved, wrapping your hands around his neck.

A broad smirk broke across his lips as he grabbed your ass, hoisting you up his waist. Pressing you firmly between himself and the wall.

Freeing his erection from his trunks, he lined himself up against your entrance, sinking into your heat.

Your jaw clenched, biting your lip hard to quiet yourself as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Shit princess…” his head lolling at a full tilt, “so fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered softly, the light sting of the sudden intrusion making you clench reflexively.

“Always so fuckin’….” he drew back “tight…” thrusting deep.

You choked out an audible moan, your head hitting the wall.

“C’mon now princess… we’re just gettin’ started.” he tutted.

Picking up a steady pace, he claimed your lips. Swallowing down your pathetic whines and pleading cries.

Angling his hips, he drove deeper making your head swim.

“Billy…” you mewled softly, tucking your head against his neck to stifle yourself.

“Somethin’ ta say princess?” he growled with a harsh snap of his hips. The head of his cock hitting your cervix.

You always played this game. The longer it took for you to choke it out, the harder he was going to make it for you.

He rolled his hips, burying himself deep pressing against that nub in a way that could make you cry and wipe your mind blank.

“Speak up…” he taunted, nudging himself up against your sensitivity.

“Ngh...” looking at him through hooded eyes you tried to gain what control you had.

Another abrupt thrust.

Your eyes rolling, you managed what you could.

“Fuck me…” a sharp inhale, “so well…”

He was smiling like the cheshire cat.

“That so princess?” his pace was gaining steam, your nails grappling against his back for better hold.

A calloused thumb had found your clit, providing constant pressure in unrelenting circles.

Your back was arching, breath hitching, as your hips started to tremble.

“Billy…” you warned.

“Tell me… say it...” he ground out.

Your walls were beginning to flutter, your climax initiating.

Kissing the juncture of his jaw, your first contraction hit you with a low moan reaching his ear.

“No one… fucks my pussy like you.” and you tumbled into bliss. Resting your head on his shoulder, forgetting completely about the noises you needed to withhold.

He gave in, pistoning his hips. Making you cry out. Locking you into a final kiss as he fell apart, fist slamming against the wall to steady himself as he filled you.

Still meeting you with lazy thrusts, he looked at you, resting your foreheads together.

You were breathless as he set you down gently, your legs still shaking.

Your eyes were wide and glazed like a doll’s.

He adored you this way. Fucked speechless and twice as beautiful.

Tucking a hair away from your kiss-bitten lips, he nipped you sweetly.

“You better shower before going in princess.” he stated.

You looked at him confused.

“Pool rules….” he tapped his whistle smugly.

Giving you one last peck, he poked his head out the curtain before casually strolling off.

A half hour later, after you pulled yourself together and took an extremely cold shower…. you came back out to the pool.

In your new suit you self-consciously waded into the shallows, wondering where he was.

A shrill sound startling you.