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winter nights | koner pt. 1

SUMMARY : set to travel to winterfell, you’re a noble lady on a small convoy in the secluded dirt road when bandits came ambushing you and your men. your two guards were killed and you’re left to run away into the woods as they chase you only to be saved by a winterfell soldier. who’d change your world entirely.

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. two

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : assault, violence, gore and smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, breeding kink & loss of virginity)

WORD COUNT : 10.47k

a/n: s(creaming)

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“a nearby inn should be close, m’lady.”

the soldier quipped, the cold air brushing the soft skin of your face. you shivered, snow seized to be in your vision as your white mare huffed alongside your breathy sigh. the cloth of furs draping over your body were a comfort as this convey you’ve set on was tiring and undoubtedly cold. you don’t know how many days you’ve been riding with two of the soldiers your father commanded to accompany you, all you had in mind was to arrive tomorrow as early as possible for sansa.

“we’ll be by winterfell tomorrow?” you asked, licking your lips, feeling the coldness chap them. you were thankful to have your cloak on as you couldn’t imagine wanting frostbite on the tips of your ears. you’ve seen worse on soldiers before, not a pretty sight.

“should be, m’lady. once we settle in for the night, we’ll get there in no time.” your other soldier answered, you nodded, gloved hands clutching the leather reins. you wanted to visit lady sansa stark ever since the heavy occurrences had happened, the whole of westeros was still healing and the snow of the north still embodied the frozen chill of what had tragically happened. your father had complained to give you a bigger convey and a carriage to escort you but you declined, knowing well a big attraction would gain the attention of bandits and thieves. and as defenseless you are, two soldiers were enough to protect you from anything.

“might i ask, m’lady, what is your business in winterfell? it’s no common convoy for a lady like you to be traveling in a small group.” the older man asked, turning his head back at you with a smile.

“just meeting an old friend.” you simply replied, offering a small smile in return. “it’s been a while since i’ve been in winterfell.” you added softly.

“are you to be wedded, m’lady?” the younger one asked with a smug grin. the urge to roll your eyes was at the verge, the older one seem to sense your annoyance as he let out a gruff chuckle. men.

“no.” you shake your head, focusing ahead as the sound of hooves dragging on the snow thickened. the two men continued on in front of you, idling a conversation about the younger one’s opinion about the maid he had been fucking. it was annoying to hear men chatter about, but you were used to it. not a day goes by where women are seen to be a object for all men, it angered you greatly but it is how things are seen still. being a daughter to a noble house made it worse knowing your duty was to be a wife for a wealthy lord, give him heirs and be a great daughter to your house. a literal broodmare you were.

you let out a sigh, creating a tiny fog as you turned your head to see the snowy trees above you. you always admired the white snow, soft and beautiful yet deadly cold. you remembered your childhood days when you were playing around with sansa or even arya when the snow got too thick after a night’s storm. snowmans and creating snow angels, it put a smile on your face as you gazed upon ahead until a sudden ruffle in the bushes made you sharply turn your head to the direction of it.

“halt.” the older soldier put his gloved hand up as you pulled the reins to stop. he had sense it too, the sudden noise. “keep your ears open, lad.” he turned to the young soldier as he nodded.

“direwolf?” you asked, knowing the woods hold in a number of beasts. wolves, bears or what.

“could be. but no pack has set it’s territory here.” the older man snickered, glaring at the bushes. you gripped the reins tight, an unknowing dread lurking in from the back of your neck. whatever it is, you didn’t like the idea of something is ambushing the three of you.

“should i check it out?” the younger lad gripped the heel of his sword, the older one shook his head as no other rustle in the bush was emitted. could be a hare or some squirrel by the looks of it maybe. a mild relief settled in as the older soldier continued the path.

“just some animal, m’lady.” the older man assured, you nodded as you gently assured your horse to continue the dirt path.

“are you sure?” you asked cautiously. a snort erupted from the younger one as you mildly glared at him.

“little lady is scared.” he teased as the older one chuckled loudly before adding cockily. “we got the swords and arms, m’lady. you’ll be safe.” they payed no attention to you as they continued ahead, engaging in the conversation before.

you shivered again, eyes looking to the side cautiously, that gut feeling in your stomach still there. you didn’t like how nervous you are now, but who wouldn’t fear of something lurking in the woods when night seems to be falling soon, wishing the inn would be near.

rustle. there it was again. your ears picked up the sound of leaves rustling from the sides, your heart thumped against your ribcage as your two soldiers were chatting and laughing out loud now. completely unaware of your discomfort. your brows furrowed for a second as you tried to ignore it, overthinking wasn’t the best option now as you looked up ahead. the trees shading, snow falling from the sides as the gust of wind caressed your cheeks. it felt tense, quiet even, only the sound of your men’s chatter filling the void as you held in your breath. seconds passed, you breathed out until—

the sound of an arrow and a scream erupted.

“lad!?” the older man yanked the reins of his horse as the young soldier’s shoulder was struck by an arrow. your eyes widened as you too had stopped abruptly, making your mare shriek. the young lad yelled as he held the arrow, blood marking the cloth on his shoulder. you held in your breath as the rustle in the bushes grew louder, the older knight shouted at you to stay put as the young lad frantically tried to pry off the arrow. you grimaced, noting as the older man had gone off his horse as the sound of two or three men shouting came in. bandits.

“keep the lady safe!” the older one shouted, wielding out his sword as the young one nodded, grimacing as he threw the bloodied arrow away. you got off your mare, holding her reins as you tried to back away seeing as the older one fended himself as those three bandits started to clash their swords with him. you held your breath, seeing as your two soldiers tried to fend off the scums. the older soldier managed to slice off one, hitting him in the chest, the young one though had trouble swinging his right arm due to the shoulder wound. the archer had a good eye aiming for his weak spots, you stood silent, backing away slowly as you can hear the young soldier struggle as he was repeatedly being clashed. you couldn’t look, knowing well one out of two are wounded, three being in the lead of the fight. you heard it, the sound of flesh being sliced, the blood curling scream of the young soldier.

“fuck!” the older one grunted as the bandits started to swarm on him now, you gasped as you shakily looked to the older soldier as he locked eyes with you, the undoubtedly familiar glint he wasn’t going to survive this and neither can you. in both of your dismay, one bandit seem to notice you as he smirked darkly, stalking towards you hopped on your horse. turning around to see from the back of the road, a few number of bandits on guard. they had this planned.

“run, m’lady. run!” the older soldier shouted after being pushed to the ground. you didn’t think twice, racing your horse into the woods, you huffed hearing as the bandits shouted to chase after you. your mare shrieked as you guided yourself from hitting the trees passing your way. if one thing you were good at, was horseback, you rode into the snowy woods, not turning around as you feared they’d catch up. you almost saw a opening on the other side, leading to another road making your heart skip a beat.

“there’s the pretty lady!” you heard from behind, making your heart thump in fear as you rode faster. the snow was thick, your horse was having trouble guiding itself in the obstacles and you were in the verge of tears.

“she’ll be a pretty ransom. won’t she, boys?” suddenly, your horse shrieked loudly making the both of you stumble upon a log. you yelped, landing on the snow as your horse was struck on the it’s hind leg with the same arrow. you grunted in pain, picking yourself up as your horse ran away making you tremble as you stood up and ran for it. fuck!

“fucking heels.” you gritted your teeth, bunching your dress up to run. you huffed, the tiredness getting to you. the overwhelming heat your body was producing due to the layers you have making it all exhausting to run. tears pooled in your eyes as you couldn’t take it anymore, your knees gave up, legs wobbly underneath the furs and silken dress as you hid yourself behind a large tree. your breaths were uneven, you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the heavy breathing as you prayed to the old and new gods for safety.

“where’s the fucking bitch? sneaky one, i tell ‘ya.” heavy footsteps were heard, the sound of snow scrunching made you shiver. fear coursing through your head. each step came closer and closer and you had to bolt somehow. you glance frantically, grabbing a large rock, the same crunch of the snow neared your side. you braced yourself, waiting with a cold breath as the shadow loomed over you.

“i think—“ before the bandit could even glance at you, you jabbed the rock between his eyes as he let out a guttural screech of pain as blood drip down his face from the impact. you drop the rock, running to the other side yet was stopped as a hand harshly grabbed your arm turning you around as you were caged between the body of one man. a dagger pointed directly up your throat, you froze, your breaths labored as the two men laughed as the other nursed his injured forehead and nose.

“fucking whore broke my nose!” he roared.

“let me go!” you yelled, wiggling in the grasp. sobbing as you were defenseless with no other weapon. the man held the blade tightly up your throat, signaling you to shut up as you cried pathetically.

“caught a posh little lamb. and a beauty as well.” one bandit commented looking at your figure from up and down. you gulped, a uneasy feeling in your stomach.

you begged. “please, i have coin. if you want—“

“say your daddy might pay for you? or we can sell you into a whorehouse with that face of yours or we could keep ‘ya.” the man laughed as you shook your head, lips trembling, tears staining your cheeks as you pleaded.

“p-please.” you sobbed, the other man’s grasp around making you want to puke. you’ll die, here and now. or even worse what ever they can think to do to you.

“take her to the wagon.” the man commanded the one holding you. your eyes widened as you yelled for them to stop as they started moving.

“let me go!” you shouted furiously. the man behind you glared as he forcefully tried to carry you.

“shut up—“

“what’s going on here?” another voice interrupted as all heads turned. your breath seized, a surge of hope erupted in your veins as you looked up to see the familiar black armor of a winterfell soldier. your eyes were desperate, the young soldier seemed to observe the situation first as he met your eyes. big brown eyes laced with suspicion stared at you as you struggled in the death grip. something clicked in his gaze. your lips trembled as you wanted to shout but knowing the man behind you would cut your throat if you ever did.

“nothing at all. why don’t you fuck off, eh?” the bandit scoffed as the young winterfell soldier momentarily held your gaze before turning to the man. hand resting upon his sword.

“seems like there’s something. let the lady go.” he commanded, gesturing to you. “i can pay you lots and fuck off as well, ey? let the lady go.” his voice dropped, noting he was serious.

the bandits laughed as their leader shake his head. fishing out a dagger as he grinned widely towards the young soldier. “you’re just some winterfell foot soldier, might as well cut you up and be with it.”

“please.” you uttered weakly to the soldier. he nodded, as the two bandits started rounding up on him. you closed your eyes, not wanting to see it. your two soldiers were dead just by those men, what more of a young soldier? you can hear the clashes, tears drip down your cheeks as the man behind you gripped you tighter, a blood curling scream echoed the snowy forest and you grimaced hearing the sound of flesh being ripped.

“fuck me. h-he’s killed them!” the man behind you uttered nervously. confused, you looked up, seeing the winterfell soldier drove the tip of his sword to the neck of the kneeling bandit. blood coating his sword, no trace of any blood. the other one was laying on the snow, face front, crimson painting the white ground as you let out a sigh of relief. you looked to the young soldier as he pulled his sword out to stalk towards you and the remaining bandit, clear intent to slash the man behind you. the harsh grip lessened as you managed to free yourself from the grasp of the man before the he came sprinting away with trembling curses. going back into the other part of the woods, you huffed, watching him cowardly run off, your attention now to the rip of your stupid dress.

“this damn dress!” you annoyingly sighed, holding yourself upon the bark of the tree, knees almost giving out as you tried to stand still but you wobbled, feeling the aftermath when you had fallen off your mare and the fatigue.

“are you alright, m’lady?” the voice of the winterfell soldier made you turn around as he worriedly checked on you. you blushed as you were met with these gorgeous brown eyes as he asked again. “can you walk?”

you dumbly stared upon him, the adrenaline still coursing in your veins as you licked your chapped lips. embarrassed at most parts but grateful he had saved you. he was handsome, you noted, cheeks flushed red, doe eyes laced with worrisome, broad nose and defined jaw, brown curls you could see from the helm he was wearing. a stature of a man who trained everyday, tall and well-built even if he was in armor. a handsome soldier. you realized the minor silence as you stuttered out, glowing knowing you had just found the man who saved you attractive.

“i-i’m alright. just tired of r-running.” you weakly said, still scared what just happened to you. your horse was gone and here you are, blushing at a mere winterfell soldier. “and thank you so much for saving me...?”

“a-ah, koner, m’lady.” he bowed as he smiled at you. your stomach churn with that fluttery feeling. “i was nearby and saw a white mare by the road. is it perhaps yours?”

“thank you, koner.” you smiled using his name and nodded. “and yes, it is. is she…?”

“injured, but i’ve got her. bloody arrow on her leg, i pulled it out and patched her up.” he chuckled awkwardly. you nodded shyly as you tried to take a step forward yet stumbled a bit as your vision went a bit blurry. you shivered as suddenly a big warmth envelop your body, an arm wrapped around your back as you stuttered out an apology for being clumsy. you looked upon koner who was still had a worried expression plastered across his face. how cute.

“i-i apologize. i’m not used to this.” you trembled as koner helped you stay upright. your hands on his plated chest to keep you steady. normally, you never had been this close to a man before, let alone a soldier but something about his gentle grip around you made your heart thump faster than ever but the voice inside your head said otherwise. this is wrong.

“it’s no worries. let me help you.” he whispered, the closeness overwhelming your senses as his hand squeezed the side of your waist, bundle of nerves tickling you there. “can i?”

you stammered. “i— yes. you can, o-oh!”

your eyes widened as you were hoisted up in his arms. both of his strong arms carrying you like a princess. your face went warm, your gloved hands encircled his neck as koner didn’t budge a bit making you feel rather worried if you were too heavy for him.

“you could’ve just help me walk there.” you muttered shyly as he walked the two of you up the trees, back to the other road. koner let out a chuckle as he shook his head. never in his life did he get to a carry a pretty lady in his arms but now, he might have hit jackpot for carrying a pretty noble lady this day. he had been riding nearby, bored out of his wits as to why he gotten too far. the woods were fairly quiet in this part as he had always ridden through here since he was a lad. yet the white mare running out of nowhere made him curious seeing it out of the blue. and the muffled screams of your pleas done it for him. you were lucky, if he weren’t there then things would’ve gotten worser.

and gods, you were beautiful. he recognizes you fairly, he knows you’re from a minor house close ties with house stark, he doesn’t remember much but he surely remembers seeing you and sansa back in the days when you were still little ladies and him, helping his mother in the kitchen while carrying a sack of potatoes. and now, a fluttery feeling arose in his chest seeing you slyly nuzzle yourself in his chest, the warmth he was emitting too comfortable for you not to bask in.

“your knees gave out and you’re struggling to walk with your heavy dress. this is fine, m’lady.” he commented as you glared at him. the shyness still in you as you looked away. koner hid a smile, navigating out from the trees to now an open snowy dirt road wherein your mare was waiting patiently alongside a black horse, his you assumed.

“i think i can walk n-now. thank you again, koner.” you stuttered, the cold still bothering you. he shook his head again, noticing how shyly stubborn you are.

“nonsense. you’ll be riding with me on my steed, m’lady. your horse is injured and i can’t have you navigating on your own.” he declared, setting you down in front of his horse. you couldn’t say anything else other than be grateful he was helping you. you nodded as he helped you up his horse. hands grasping the side of your waists so gentle, you couldn’t help but feel flustered again. you sat perfectly on the saddle, adjusting yourself as you watch him tend to your mare. making sure she’ll follow the both of you.

“you’re a winterfell soldier? are you perhaps riding back to winterfell? ” you asked as he finally seated himself behind you.

“sworn to house stark, m’lady. and yes, i am.” he replied as he leaned forward to grab the reins. you felt fluttery again, his plated chest brushing against your back and the heat of his gentle breath brushing against your ear as he pulled back, making you gulp.

“you have my biggest thanks, koner.” you said with much gratitude.

“just being a good soldier, m’lady.” he chuckled behind you. you could feel him pull the reins as his horse started walking to the direction ahead. you sighed blissfully, feeling worn out and tired. you hadn’t planned running into the fucking woods with bandits chasing you and a handsome soldier coming into your rescue, it’d be one hell of a tale you could tell sansa about. your father on the other hand might scream his head off telling you he was right to give you a carriage ride.

“if i may ask, m’lady. what were you doing in the woods?” koner grunted from behind. you stiffened, shrugging.

“ambushed while riding to winterfell. i hadn’t expected bandits in this side of the road. my two men were dead already and i just ran for it.” you explained, letting out a shaky sigh.

koner blinked. “to winterfell you were heading?”

“i’m just visiting.” you smiled, looking back at him. “i promised your queen to visit her once in a while. i haven’t been there since forever.” you sadly added, koner seemed to grasp your meaning. he nodded, eyes focusing on the road.

“and you?” you boldly asked, eyeing him. “what are you doing here? outside of winterfell?”

“what’s there to know for a mere soldier, m’lady?” he chuckled.

“plenty.” you grinned, your back brushing against his chest. “soldiers have interesting tales to tell and stories to spew. other than battle or wars or such.”

“i’m afraid i lack those qualities.” he countered as you shook your head.

“there’s no harm to tell me who you are, koner.” you assured. “out here, i’m not a lady of my house for once.” you added shyly, it was good to ride alone without the same old conversation you’d hear from your family’s lips. the reminder of duty, the etiquette and all other shit you were raised to do. all complete bullshit.

“you are still a lady to me.” he softly said, looking at you as he gave in. “i got tired of guard duty, wanted to ride outside of the walls for once. and maybe save some pretty lady from bandits.”

pretty. your cheeks warmth as you looked back to the road as you muttered at his tease. “you expected so?”

“my expectations were satisfied to say, m’lady.” he whispered, tone lower than he intended. every step of the horse had you two gently brushing against each other, koner seemed to enjoy the shyness you radiated as he held back a smile.

“please.” you leaned back a bit as you met his eyes again with a fluttery heart, wanting him to use your name than just some title. “y-y/n will do just fine.”

he blinked, looking at your eyes then to your slightly ajar lips. a little pouty and wet, he gulped, staring at them. blood rushed through his veins then down to his trousers as he blushed at the obscure thought. it was such a danger how close you are to him when he can smell the scented fragrant oils you wore were making him dizzy. all innocent, pure, is what he can describe the look on your face and he felt ashamed the way he was thinking about you now.

he yearned yet reality reminded him, what would a lady like you be with a man like him? a young soldier, who grew up in a barn, knowing nothing to please a woman or even court a woman like you. it’s forbidden, he reminded himself as he ignored the thump of his heart and the uneasiness down his trousers.

“then lady y/n it is.” he teased, snapping out of his thoughts as you frowned at him cutely.

“i suppose that’ll work.” you mumbled at him as he let out a small laugh. half of the ride consisted mostly of your conversation with koner. you liked him, the way he just seemingly comforted you. talks that held no restraints, no lies or deceits. it felt oddly good how you seemed to slowly know him, he got comfortable telling he grew up in winterfell for most of his life. his mother was a cook serving under house stark and his father was a soldier as well. he had siblings, all of them still young and he was the oldest, helping his family whatever he can do. and you, spewing some stories about your time with your own family.

“night’s nearing.” he gazed upon the horizon, the snow still falling from the sky. as he huffed out, a smoke clouding his face. you seem to glimpse a warm light nearing, craning your neck to see it clearly.

“that should be an tavern.” you pointed.

“if we continue to winterfell now, i don’t think it’ll be safe to go against a snowstorm.” he says, seeing as the clouds form above. “we’ll settle by the inn?” he nods towards the warming light amidst the snow. the sound of men laughing faint in the distance.

“that’s for the best, we can ride by morning.” you agreed as he directed the horses to there. the wind getting stronger and the coldness of the nearing night making you shiver. you drap your fur cloak tighter against your body, subtle warmth koner was emitting helping a bit as you can hear the loud chorus of men laughing and talking.

“seems like a merry night.” he chuckled as he stopped the horse, getting off as you patiently waited for him to guide your injured mare to one of the inn’s stable boys who gladly took her in. the inn was big, must have been a spot for frequent travelers. koner turned his attention to you, grasping your waist again as he helped you get off the horse.

“easy, love.” he muttered, standing in front of him. you thanked him as he guided you to the tavern’s door. you were met with the inn’s warmth, the heat of the lit fireplace setting a cozy ambiance as several men and women were drinking inside. koner stood beside you as his hand brushed against your back, guiding you two in a vacant seat. you pried off your cloak, setting the fur beside you as koner sat in front, his helmet placed neatly on the table. his set of dark locks were displayed as you glanced at him noticing the way he was observing the busy tavern.

“you two together?” a cheery voice interrupted the silence as you looked up to see a bar maiden.

“ah, yes. any rooms left for the lady?” he asked, gesturing to you.

“got one more room vacant, lad.”

“no other rooms for him?” you raised a brow as koner flushed embarrassed you were going to pay a room for him.

“i’ll be sleeping at the stables—“

“nonsense. let me repay you.” you urged, fishing out the pocket of coins in your cloak. koner was about to protest but you shushed him with a solemn look. “it’s the least i can do.”

“thank you.” koner nodded, his chest fluttered at your kindness as he looked away. feeling flustered as the woman in front of you smiled.

“i’m afraid we’re almost booked full, m’lady. as i said, i got one room vacant left.” the bar maiden offered. “but there’s no harm in sharing, you two are together, right?” your eyes widened slightly as the woman smiled at the two of you. koner seemed awkward knowing what the lady is truly implying.

“we’re not—“ you blushed yet held yourself back. “the room is fine. i-i suppose that’ll do.” you stammered as the bar maiden nodded as you handed her the coin pouch. “and a bath please. for both of us. and whatever stew you have and your finest ale.”

“yes, m’lady.” the woman scurried off, leaving a trail of awkwardness behind as you looked over to koner. you cleared your throat, the loud thump of your heart not stopping as he let out a chuckle.

“have you been here before?” you broke the awkwardness, glancing at the whole tavern. different faces of soldiers, travelers and even a few drunks roamed it.

“a few times.” koner leaned back, getting comfortable. “been here to get drunk.”

“this far from winterfell to get drunk?” you laughed.

“they got the best ale.” he shrugged, smiling. “and the best place to pass out drunk.”

“you men and your drinking.” you shook your head, a smile still on your lips as you removed your gloves. you sighed blissfully, the day getting to you.

koner grinned. “it’s a great way to pass time. to drink and wake up feeling fucked while still young. father’s always getting yelled at for getting drunk so i’m savoring the time i don’t become like him.”

“you don’t have a woman? or anyone?” you asked with faint disbelief and relief at the same time. he was attractive, surely he had someone.

he snorted. “i don’t. and i haven’t found one yet.” he claimed, keeping it vague knowing no one really batted an eye to him. at least that’s what he believes.

“i find that hard to believe.” you confessed as his cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

“really?” he squinted at you, crossing his arms to hear your explanation. he felt smug all of the sudden, he could see it, the subtle glow behind your eyes as you blushed at him. you were so obvious it was cute to witness.

“yes. y-you have the looks and you’re a gentleman, who wouldn’t?” i would. koner’s grin went wider as you looked away from his eyes, he smirked, liking the way you suddenly went back to being shy. he bit his lip, a sudden pride overwhelming him, he wasn’t sure, you were a lady from a noble house. you must be someone’s wife or what.

“and you, m’lady? are you wedded?” he asked as you met his eyes again. you shook your head, the idea of marriage still a thorn to you. you could faintly hear your mother’s nagging words that a woman’s job was to be a wife.

“no. i’m not. thankfully.” you joked as something clicked on koner’s expression. “father always wanted me to be wedded quickly. he said i have to find the right one. or they would.”

“and you haven’t been with any man?” he boldly asked, looking from your eyes to your lips. a sudden heat he felt as you sat still staring at him. usually, he knew ladies unwedded like you were prohibited to bed a man or anyone, unless you are married and to be only consummated at your wedding night. but you looked the type to listen to that idiotic rule. he mindlessly thought about it, just soft and innocent, those lips he guessed weren’t kissed just yet. roaming questions circled his mind, all thinking if you even ever had been with someone.

“yes.” you whispered softly, suddenly feeling on edge at the lack of experience you have. “is that bad?”

well, fuck. “not at all, m’lady. it’s good to be finding the right one like your father said.” he gulped a large lump in his throat. pupils dilated, you were struck with silence as you breathed out, fiddling the exterior of your dress underneath the table as you nodded.

“but do you?”

koner’s eyes trailed to yours, confused a bit at your question. “do i what?”

“do you b-believe i’ll find the right one now?” you held your gaze.

“in a tavern filled with drunkards and filthy men?” he laughed. “you should be finding ‘em in some posh place. like a fucking feast or ball.”

“i think not all in this tavern are drunkards i’d be searching for, koner.” you giggled, looking around to see he was correct. he sat quiet, his mind gearing as he processed your words as a stutter escaped his lips, the tips of his ears red. it couldn’t be—

“m’lady, the room’s ready. i’ve brought up a hot bath and gave you two our finest ale and stew.” the same lady came back with a grin. you thanked her, standing up from your seat as you turned to koner who put on a small smile for the woman yet shyly looked to you.

“i’ll stay here for a while.” koner smiled as you nodded yet felt a little disappointed he wasn’t coming with you up the room. with one final look, you were guided by the bar maiden as koner watched afar to see your figure go up the stairs. he sighed to himself, he felt giddy all of the sudden. like a young boy again with a massive crush and a raging erection hidden underneath his trousers. you were too soft, and so oblivious what you were doing, the way your eyes turned doe at the moment, an ambrosia he could not explain. a dangerous one.

shit. he needed ale. or something stronger, just to clear his head out. standing up, he stalks over to the bar, fishing a coin out as the bartender nodded at him.

“one pint.” he muttered, placing the coin in front of the old man.

“your woman, lad?” the man asked, placing the ale in front him, gesturing about you as koner took a sip as he shrugged.

“nah. just saved her from bandits.” he replied, the sweet ale covering his taste buds, still the thought of you running in his mind.

the man scoffed. “well, fuck me. you sure ‘s not your woman? or are my shitty eyes deceiving me?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” koner grunted, leaning against the bar as the old man smirked at him.

“all i’m saying, boy, is that if it ain’t your woman yet then you best be quick to swoo her, ey? took years behind the bar to not see it and not every soldier gets to fuck a lady.”

“she’s not just some fucking whore, old man.” koner glared at him as the bartender laughed.

“whatever you say. but those eyes of hers tells me otherwise.” the man shook his head. cleaning the space in front of him with a cloth. koner gulped his ale, an uneasiness from the man’s words, realizing he was contemplating. no. he couldn’t and he shouldn’t, you’re a lady he saved and by the seven gods, you barely knew him. and he barely knew you. you were just this pretty girl, too pretty for him. but that made it all so exciting for him. he knows, he surely knows there was something else between the two of you.

fuck it. he thinks, the last drops of ale he gulped as he slammed the wooden pint down with a thud. a tingly sensation surged through his veins, the strain in his pants overwhelming as a boost courage bloomed in his chest. he wiped his lips, glancing up to the stairs as he finally made the decision to follow you up. hoping this wouldn’t go bad.

“there you are, lad!” the same bar maiden met him by the top of the stairs. she was holding a bucket as she patted his shoulder with much glee. “room’s ready, it’s down the hallway! i say, your lady isn’t looking good right now. probably tired. best check up on her though.”

“is she ill?” koner questioned, suddenly worried. the bar maiden shrugged, cheekily passing by him as koner was left to wonder worriedly about you as he stalked over to the room.

•••

you leaned your head back on the wooden tub. the warm water kissed your tired skin as you sighed blissfully. the room was fairly big enough, the bed was fine and clean. you liked it, it felt more cozier than ever as the night settled in, the dim lights of the candles illuminating the dark room making it all warm. the floral notes hit your nose as you breathed in slowly. the bath wasn’t necessarily clearing your frantic mind, though it helped you relax a bit as you felt your body feel all tingly again at the thought of koner.

he’s a stranger. you repeated in your mind, knowing well the beat of your heart was saying otherwise. and the sensation below another embarrassing thing you felt. practically you were gawking at him every chance you get. you pursed your lip, a nagging feeling you felt as you couldn’t help yourself yearn for him. you’ve heard some stories from maids or even noble ladies about their nights with men. scandalous to say but your curiosity was at the best. was he like them?

you blushed furiously, it felt like your head was about to explode at the heat of your cheeks accompanied with the warm water. i’m just tired, you mercifully thought to yourself, yet your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, expecting, waiting for him to come up this instant. you know those subtle looks, witnessing the time sansa had been looking at joffrey back then. you were no stranger to it, you just didn’t have the courage now to act upon it without feeling guilty. you grumbled, annoyed, the itch fluttering in your stomach a irk you cannot stop. dammit. the sudden creak of the door gathering your attention quickly as your eyes widen before you could ask who it is.

“the lady told me you weren’t feeling well, oh—“ koner paused his steps getting in the room. he was met with another one of his foolery to not knock first, the redness in his cheeks glowed, not just from the alcohol as he stared at your bewildered expression. you, still in the tub, naked, he stammered as he felt himself feel a bit dizzy. either from the ale or his running emotions. maybe both.

you tried to cover yourself as he looked away. you suddenly wanted to laugh seeing him all so shy as you called him out. “koner. i-i’m alright?” you let out a breathy laugh.

“i-i apologize, m’lady. i should head back out—“

“n-no!” you stopped him, turning your body to face him, hiding slyly behind the tub. “i’m done with my bath, j-just wait for me on the bed. this room is yours as is mine, make yourself comfortable.” you reminded him.

“i— of course. thank you.” he nodded, still looking away from you as he set his helm on the table and sat awkwardly on the bed. you stood up, water splashing down. your body dripped wet as you carefully walked towards where the white dress gown was, a courtesy from the woman earlier telling you sleeping in your silken dress was uncomfortable to be in. koner nervously pried his gloves off and the rest of his sturdy armor. his black cloak was folded perfectly as he didn’t want to turn around yet knowing well he caught a glimpse of you naked. it made his brain chummy, the tension in his trousers a mad mess as he looked down to see a tent forming.

“i-i’m done. you can look.” oh, gods. he wanted to punch himself for reeling in at the softness of your tone. you were oblivious to see his fiddles as he stood up from the bed. you were met with the sight of him in his trousers and a cotton tunic on. your eyes greedily took in the exposed pale skin of his neck and collarbone, his arms flexed a bit as your mouth felt dry as you composed yourself. you smiled at him as he smiled back.

“the stew and ale is on the table. help yourself.” you added as he stood before you, the shyness suddenly creeping in again. “a-and i can call the nice lady for your bath, if you’d like—“

“i appreciate it, m’lady. you’ve done enough.” he sincerely said, holding himself back to kiss you right here and now.

you smiled sweetly, still not glancing up to his eyes. “it’s no problem. i owe you for saving my life.” you declared. “a-and like i said, my name will do just fine, koner.”

koner didn’t seem to listen as he was too captivated by your beauty. you looked good, too good in that nightgown. and you smelled divine, like flowers in the summer. the heavy scent flooding his nostrils, making him breathe slowly, trying to compose himself, wanting still to be a gentleman. you suddenly felt nervous, you looked upon him, he was quiet, yet the look on his face darken as you wanted his attention.

•••

“k-koner?”

“you’re very pretty.” he breathed out, finally the courage in him arising. confused if it was the alcohol in his system or that he’s just idiotically set on to woo you, a noble lady he saved from the woods. you were stunned, the sudden compliment making you shy away. the thump of your heart racing again. “i mean it.”

“y-you’ve said that countless times, koner.”

“and i won’t stop saying it.” he proclaimed, eyes shifting to your lips again. “you’re beautiful. too beautiful in this dress—”

“stop it.” your cheeks heated as you wanted to hide your face. “s-stop it with that.”

“have i upset you?” koner suddenly asked, stepping forward. the distance between you two minimal, like a few moments ago, on horseback. your back brushing against his chest.

“n-no, it’s not that.” you gazed upon him, feeling your stomach do flips again. “there’s so much you’re doing, i can’t help but f-feel…”

“feel?” koner urged, waiting impatiently as he stared down on your lips. desperate he is as you are as well. the fan of his breath tickled your nose, was this it? this moment all women were gossiping for, that heat in their core, that sudden addicting yearn you swore you never would feel. but here he was, standing in front of you, waiting respectfully as you couldn’t say it making him feel like he was too pushy now. remembering his place as a soldier.

“i-i apologize.” koner muttered, feeling rejected, no other response was made but you panicked, grabbing him the collar of his tunic to pull him in to lock your lips. the only thing you could do than spew words how much you want him.

koner froze, soft lips envelop his. the same lips he’d been pinning on, he could almost laugh at himself yet he reciprocated it with fervor he’d been holding in. you were adorable, moaning softly on his mouth, inexperienced what to do other than enjoy it. you grasp his tunic, eyes shut closed as his hands grasped your waist. circling half moons, teasing you as you gasped, he smirked, sliding his tongue in your mouth. messy, wet, warm in the inside, you feel so dizzy you were whining in his mouth as koner felt cocky you were writhing in his touch.

“you aren’t good at hiding your emotions, m’lady.” he mumbled against your lips, smirking. you pouted, making him laugh. “all that staring, and you think i wouldn’t know?”

“s-says the man who’s been hiding what’s underneath his trousers.” you countered, making you grin as his eyes widened. he pressed himself against you, you could feel him, clothed clock grinding itself on your stomach. he groaned, the friction a relief as he kissed you again, guiding your body to the bed as he towered before you.

his lips trailed down to your jaw, nipping each skin his lips could brush against as he peppered kisses on your neck. you exhaled, tangling your hands in the small ruffles of his curly hair, your thighs rubbed against each other, the known stickiness you felt dampening. this felt right, it felt good, so this is what the maids felt? you didn’t know but you knew the main part was man’s cock, you bit your lip, you already felt him. and he felt big.

“can i take this off?” he muttered against your neck, one hand grasping your dress and the other holding himself up above you. you bit your lip, his fingers teasing the ruffle of the nightgown as you nodded. in one swift movement, your dress was pulled down to your feet as he sat back to toss it on the floor. the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, still a bit damp from your bath. you felt rather shy as you watch him gawk, muttering curses to himself as you giggled.

gods, he was about to burst seeing you bare and free before him. he crawled back to you, continuing his trail of kisses until one of your breasts were on his lips as he sucked the erect nipple making you squeal as he smirked. “such a beauty.”

he nipped, sucked, fondled the other one with his large hand. you let out a tiny moan, watching him suck on your breasts, he turned to the other one, eyeing you as he sucked again. harsher this time as you keened at it. liking the way his tongue lapped against your areola, this new sensation a wonder for you. koner loved it, love the way your tits felt, so plump and soft in his hold. but as much as he liked it, he trailed down, kissing the belly of your stomach as he shifted himself to be seated again. liking the way you were already trying to relieve tension between your legs.

“it feels f-funny down there.” you whined, your thighs clamped together, he could see your pussy on display as he licked his lips.

“what feels funny, my love?” he asked, hands grasping your thighs to pry you open. my love. your heart flutters uncontrollably, you whimpered, your hand gliding down to point at your weeping cunt.

“i-i don’t know what to do with this, koner. please…” you begged, the heat of your cunt overwhelming since the moment you met him. you really didn’t know what to do or how to relieve it.

“shh.” he shushed you as he gently parted your legs open. “i-i’ll help you. i’ll make it feel better and you’ll feel so good when i’m done with you.” he promised, you nodded frantically, relaxing a bit as you bended your knees. koner smirked, diving down to take a closer look at your unsoiled virgin cunt.

“such a pretty cunt, ey?” he whispered, kissing your thigh as you whimpered his name again.

“all for me.” he growled, the scent of your wetness making him hungry. he lapped right away, he wasn’t sure if he was doing this right but he just went with the flow, following his mind on what to do. he suckled on your bean, earning a grind on his face as he immediately suckled again as you gasped. grasping his hair tight as koner continued to brutally suck your clit.

“k-koner!” you moaned out as he turned his tongue to your opening. wetness dripping as he lapped it. licking up as he tongue-fucked you, the taste of your virgin pussy sweet and tart, so addicting, wanting more than to spend time eating your cunt out if he had the chance. he was welcomed with the plush of your thighs clamping on his face, muffling your whimpers and moans. felt like he was sent to the skies, back to the gods, died peacefully with pussy in his mouth.

“ ‘s too much!” you gasped out as he ignored you, sucking harshly, licking ferociously as his nose nudged your clit. you felt a knot forming deep within your core, like something tight was about to explode. you felt confused, scared even to this new feeling as you desperately tried to tell koner you felt like something was coming out of you. though it felt good, so good that your hips mindlessly grind against his handsome face.

“by the gods—“ you mewled, chasing that high as your orgasm struck you hard. koner lapped it up, feeling your core tighten as smothered his lips on your dripping cunt. your essence dripping down his chin. you fell limp, legs trembling a bit, koner manage to get his face off your cunt as he licked his lips. suddenly more tipsy than ever. the best he had ever tasted than the sweet ale he had drunk. heaven on his lips. he didn’t deserve this. you hazily looked up, seeing his mouth wet with your juices, a feral look on his face that had your heart jump out of your chest.

“feel better, my love?” he asked, panting slightly, wiping his mouth as you nodded gratefully. you beckoned him, wanting him to be near you, touching you again.

“take off your t-tunic, please.” you pleaded as he nodded, shrugging off the garment to the side. you admired him, heat coiling again in your core, taking in the sight of him shirtless. pale skin, lean stomach, a couple of battle scars there but still utterly beautiful to see. he was fit, his arms were a bit bulky, v-line sharp and oh, his cock was screaming to get out of his wool trousers.

“w-what about you?” you whispered as you glanced down to the bulge. he shuddered suddenly, embarrassed as he hovered above you to peck your lips. nose brushing against yours, smile evident as you were too.

“i’m alright.” he kissed the apple of your cheek. you smiled at him yet shook your head, still a bit in a stupor, you captured his lips again, this time a bit confident as you wrapped your legs around his tiny waist. you wanted him, all of him, this instant. you had enough of imagining, even if you just met him a while ago. shame was out of your head as your hands glided down his chest, to the hem of his wool trousers, ready to pull it down. yet koner gasped as your tiny hands tried to push it down making him flush furiously. his cock still hard.

“m-m’lady, are you sure?” he stared in your eyes, brown eyes dilated as he had to make sure if you wanted this. once you bed him, it’ll be over if you were to be wedded, you were young, a young noble lady that was still pure in your family’s eyes. now only to be spoiled by some foot soldier. he was panicking, worried for you and this moment that would damage your own being. you had to think carefully. even though it’ll hurt him a bit. but he wanted you so badly.

“koner.” you stared at him dumbly, seeing his worried expression. suddenly the racing thoughts of your own duty in your mind, your family. you were giving away one important asset, your own virginity, but…

damn them all.

“n-no. i want this. i want y-you. and i am certain i want you.” you strongly declared, koner’s expression seem to soften at your words. you want him? by the gods, him? he let out a airy chuckle, the room suddenly too warm as he kissed you again, this time slow and passionate as he wanted this to be special.

“what did i do to have you, m’lady?” he murmured, hands touching your soft skin again. you hummed, smiling against his lips, he was so cute.

“for one, saving me from bandits.” you giggled as he rolled his eyes, pressing his hips now on your bare cunt. his clothed erection grinding carefully, you let out a tiny moan as you felt him. desperate to feel him inside. koner was a patient man, yet this time patience wasn’t in him as he pulled himself off for a moment to fumble with trousers.

“aye.” he agreed as he smirked. “a pretty damsel in distress, ey?”

“and saved by a handsome soldier, yes, i’d say this is one good tale to t-tell.” you grinned as he tossed away the piece of fabric, revealing himself. your eyes trained down to his bare cock. you blushed, studying it, the tip was flushed red as it stood proud and large before you. was this your doing? you blushed again, knowing nothing how to please that.

“c’mere, m’lady.” he beckoned as you pouted at him at the title.

“p-please, just my name.” you pleaded, making eyes at him. he growled, grabbing your legs as you squealed at his manhandling. your legs were open again as he positioned himself between them. you let out a exhale, feeling the tip of his fat cock brush against your wet clit making you shiver with the thought of it inside of you. the act felt intimate somehow, how close he is to you, hovering above you with sweat beading his forehead. a look on his face with lust and adoration mixed in.

“y/n.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, hearts thumping at the same time, the candles burning amidst the vehement stare both of you would not want to look away from each other’s eyes. your name was stars above the night sky in his voice, you felt yourself melting beneath him, each syllable he had pronounce like a sweet tune you listened that made you want to hear it again and again. maybe even forever.

“i-i want you.” you repeated as you cupped his rosy cheeks, wanting him to stick that in his mind if he ever backs down again. koner felt the familiar fluttery feeling again as he kissed your palm, understanding your words clearly as he aligned himself now.

“slow and steady. it’ll h-hurt for a bit, that’s what i hear them say, bit scary. we can stop if it’s too much, just say the word.” he carefully reminded you.

“all the w-way in?” you gaped as he bashfully nodded pecking your lips, the idea of something inside you so unusual. yet all of that nerve-wracking thoughts were dispelled as he coated the tip of his cock with your slick. you mewled, liking it as he grasped himself fully to push himself inside of you.

“y-y/n. gods, you feel so good.” he groaned, your walls clamped around the head of his leaking dick, he stilled himself, feeling like he was about to burst but he shouldn’t. putting a babe inside of you was a very dangerous thing, though it made his cock harder of the thought of you round and plump with his seed. all pretty, his little pretty wife.

“feels weird.” you whispered as you looked down to where you two were joined as he slowly pushed himself in further. the burn of the stretch was there, you hissed, your walls clenching as he rubbed circles on your waist to help you ease it. so far, it felt snug but a good snug when you felt him twitch. koner let out a strangled moan as he finally sheathed himself in, bottoming in as he shifted his weight on his knees. pulling your legs up to his waist as you were panting at the sudden wave of pleasure from his movements.

he still held in his gaze in your eyes as you held it as well, never breaking. a few moments of breathing and skin flushing with heat had you nodding your head for him to finally move. he kissed you again, sloppily desperate as he rocked his hips making you wrap your arms around his back. you held on as he started grinding in, his cock rubbing your wet cavern as you moaned at it. nudging that spot that made you whimper.

“fucking tight. so tight, y/n.” he praised, your lips too swollen as he nipped the bottom. you keened grinding your hips up for more, too greedy. “ ‘s like you were made for my cock. taking me all in— shit!”

he let out a breathy laugh as he started to thrust firmly. the snap of his hips hard, his balls slapping against your cunt, making this lewd wet sound as his stomach rubbed your swollen clit. you savored it, your name being moaned out as you whined at his cock hitting that spot again. hot flashes of pleasure so good, you didn’t want this to stop.

“is all in there, ey.” one of his large hand splayed over your stomach. knowing his fat cock was plowing in you, feeling a little cocky as you clamped around him again, making him pound a bit harder. “love your little cunt, my love.”

“k-koner!” you gasped as he fucked your pussy faster, the pleasure was too overwhelming as you felt tears stain your eyes at the delicious friction he was giving you. he kissed your skin, nipped and sucked until marks show upon your neck and the flesh of your breasts. claiming you as his, his alone, the one who spoiled you, not giving two shits as well about your family.

he grunted, you mewled, kissing him desperately as you felt the familiar sensation in your stomach, where his cock was hitting you. you lifted your hips as koner felt your walls tighten harsher, gripping his cock as he thrusted in faster than ever. obscene skin slapping filled the room accompanied with your moans of his name and his groans. he twitched, wanting to cum now in your hot womb.

“gonna fill you up nice and tight. g-gonna give you my fucking seed in that virgin cunt of yours.” he dirtily promised as you nodded frantically at the idea of his essence inside you. “i’ll make you mine, ey? gonna knock you up— fucking hells.”

“yes, yes, y-yes. please! want your baby—“ you pleaded kissing his neck. he moaned out, driving himself in and out, pounding in again and again as you tightened, that sweet orgasm striking you hard.

“k-koner— oh!” your eyes rolled back, your hips started as he harshly stilled you with his hands on your waist, fingers digging in your skin as he fucked himself out with your cunt tightening around his cock. he groaned, the sensation of you cumming on his cock the best feeling he has ever felt as you he sheathed himself fully, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

“fuck me…” he uttered out, stars in his vision as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he slumped against your body. gods, was that the best orgasm he had ever experienced. you panted, caressing his back gently as he too was still breathing heavily. like he had just run a mile.

you felt hot inside, his cock was still snug inside of your pussy and his seed felt sticky as it leaked out of your hole a bit. yet, this post-orgasmic sensation was by far the best, felt dreamy and almost relaxing. you felt him slowly regain himself as he adjusted to be hovering above you again. his eyes were blown-out black, lips pouty and red, cheeks rosy and his curls stuck on his forehead. you smiled at him sweetly, brushing the curls off his sweaty forehead as he kissed you briefly. though a mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise as he pulled back, smirking.

“we’re not done.” he muttered, you clenched again around him as he groaned out. chuckling darkly as you felt his cock start to harden again. you nodded, pecking his lips with a small smile. wanting more to feel his sticky cum fill you up again as you bravely challenged him.

“again, k-koner.”

•••

“a-ah!” you gripped the sheets, face turned to the side as your ass was up in the air, being pounded furiously by the same sweet man behind you. you moaned again, feeling so stuffed with his seed, still he was fucking you again and again.

“gonna cum, y/n.” he grunted, balls slapping against your cunt as his cum drip down your thighs as he eyed it greedily. gripping your ass tight as you tiredly let him fuck you, this position a lot pleasurable as you can feel all of him.

“fill me up, please.” you begged, your cheeks hot and heavy as you braced yourself at his rutting, the feeling so good.

“o-one more, my love. give me one more.” he whispered against your ear as he pressed his chest against your back, kissing your neck as his hand started to rub your clit. you whined, he thrusted again and again as you moaned out his name. hips stuttering, walls clenching, him filling you up with his cum as he groaned out, slumping forward. sweat beaded both of your bodies as he laid down beside you, pulling you to his sweaty chest as your cunt gushed out his milky cum. so perfect.

a comforting silence transpired as you listened to the beat of his heart. koner rubbed your lower back, fingers gliding on your sweaty skin making you shudder. you turned your head up to meet his eyes, seeing him so blissed out and rosy. you grinned, knowing how many times you also made him cum. koner sensed your stare as he looked down, smirking as he pecked your lips and squeezed your bare ass.

“that was w-wonderful.” you manage to blurt out, caressing his chest. shy again even though he had just fucked you so many times and naked in his arms.

“indeed.” he nodded. “they were right though…”

“hm?” you hummed seeing as he let out a airy chuckle.

“my lads told me how fucking was a life-changer. can’t believe i first fucked a beauty like you. a lady.” he shook his head, still in disbelief he had you in his arms. you raised a brow, suddenly blushing as you got the grasp of his words.

“you haven’t as well?” you asked, eyes lighting up as koner nodded.

“you are my first.” he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet promising kiss. “and i am to you as well.”

“really?” you laughed.

“it is the truth, my love.” he declared, pulling you closer in his arms as the candles started to flicker off.

“then i am h-honored, koner.” you smiled, feeling giddy as your heart thumped loudly again making you snuggle up against him. “i really like you…” you confessed, feeling a bit drowsy as your eyes started to droop into sleep.

“and i you.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. he covered your bare bodies with the fur blanket, basking in the wonderful aftermath. he scoffed at himself as you thought about the first time he had met you a while ago, all some coincidence or maybe even fate decided you two were to be bounded together. he glanced sleepily to your warm body, smiling to himself as he felt the sleepiness take him. you two snuggled up against the soft sheets and furs,

in a cold winter night.

and finished, THERE’S STILL PART TWO PPL HEHE 😜

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chnldrmns · 2 years

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HELPPP i got shadowbanned so i can’t post anything on my main for now. in the mean time i think i’ll post here. i contacted support and i just need to wait. huhu can’t even tag my main T_T

@support @staff

#eddie munson x reader #fnhrlcllnwrites

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fhrlclln · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x assistant!fem! reader pt. 1

SPOILERS ??!!

now we all know this man has some serious anger issues lmao but who wouldn’t love a grumpy man having this deep unspoken sexual tension between the two of you, right!? right. and along with that, SMUT! such a beautiful combo. but mild smut for now.

but here is some mild miguel smut for y’alls horny ass (and mine) <3

here’s part 2 !!

mild smut under the cut

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spiderman 2099. miguel. miguel motherfucking o’hara.

leader of the spider-society, an elite crew of various spider people from all across the multiverse, their mission to protect the multiverse from any threat that may come. sure, knowing how crazy it sounds that the multiverse is real and that— there are more variations of the spiderman you knew since all before this shitshow happened.

and to say, your relationship with the leader wasn’t all that bright in fact.

you’re not a spider person yourself but sometimes you wish you are seeing how fucking cool spider-woman, jessica drew, a fellow member, along with other members coming in are (hobie, gwen, pavitr and so on.) but no radioactive spider ever bit you sadly. you are human, human as ever working under miguel o’hara as his assistant (more of a manager really) even though he has lyla, the virtual sweetheart, you still had some things you can do which are a big help in all the management for the spider-society.

miguel, as a boss, well— he’s a fucking menace sometimes as you grit your teeth to yourself, walking swiftly into the familiar hallways you always passed through, captured anomalies around your vision until you arrive at the fairly narrow one, meaning you were almost close. all the people knew how fucking grumpy he was, always snapping out of nowhere, sharp comments and unnecessary hurtful ones too when he’s super mad. you’ve dealt with all of that since the foundation was found— and he’s kinda a loner. you sigh, knowing from the looks of what has happened today regarding miles morales, things weren’t looking so great. and you had to ask him somehow about the situation and see how it goes, well not or not.

your feet echoed through the vast space of his lab, his platform was up high as always and you can hear him grumbling a top, watching every scenario of what happened. your heels clicked as you stopped, looking up, blue light restricting your vision as you coughed for his attention. cringing already inside as you heard the audios pause.

then silence.

silence….

more silence….

silenceeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“what?” he asks from above in a clip manner.

“heard from lyla.” you merely quip back, shrugging your shoulders.

“and?” he grunts, resuming his work as the platform above descends down. ah, sassy. you think, usual miguel— not the mad one, real lifesaver for whatever you’re gonna say right now.

“nothing.” you say, waiting for the damn platform to come down faster. “i may have a few questions where this leads-“

“what questions?” he asks, the platform finally stops at the usual height, making miguel who’s back is turned from you visible.

“about the situation. miles morales.”

“ask lyla about that.” he dismisses you again, tone a little sharper. the back of his muscles flex, super suit clinging tight, his mask the only one that was removed. tousled dark hair seen as he clicks away on his screen, the voices of miles and gwen emitting. you gulp, sighing as you tried for one more.

“it’s more of a personal question for you-“

“has it ever occurred that i don’t answer those kind of questions?” he cuts you off, the footage he was watching paused as he slowly turned around to finally face you. your eyes meet his, familiar red ones looking down at you, face scrunched a bit as if he was annoyed already,

“i know.” you slowly say as he crosses his arms. muscle bulging, making you avert from his gaze for a moment, which embarrassed you. “but all i’m saying or asking is that are you going to make it easy for the kid?”

something in his eyes snap at your question. he jumps down, landing swiftly in front of you as he stands up, towering your frame. you roll your eyes, his shadow blocking the light from you as his hands were situated on his waist, meaning he was ready to argue. but you can’t argue how eager you feel seeing how close he is. heat radiating from him, the way he never leaves his eyes off you and his overall presence.

“what is easy in all this, really, huh?” he harshly spits out. “the faith of the multiverse is in danger. and who’s responsible to fix that? me! so no, i’m gonna make it easy for the kid. he was the one who started all of this if you can remember.”

“oh, i remember and i remember clearly telling you how all of this— this is happening is very much-“

“no, no, no. that is completely out of the logical reason for why this happening. not the reason at all.” he says, his brow scrunching together as you too became fairly annoyed that he was cutting you off. an ass really.

“out of the reason? maybe it is the reason if you think about it!” you retort back, huffing out a sigh as he shakes his head turning away from you.

“miguel.” you call out to him. “miguel, for once, try and see through this. through miles.”

“i have a lot of things to do, y/n. arguing with you is not one.” he commands, as your shoulders sink, the familiar feeling of disappointment washing over you from his words.

“maybe if you could listen to me, we wouldn’t be arguing.” you stared at him with hard eyes, he tensed, looking to the side before he swiftly walks towards you again.

“why would i, huh?” he glares at you. “do you know everything i know enough to make everything right in the multiverse?” he stalks over to you, intent to make you listen clearly as you back away a bit from him but he doesn’t stop. “no. so no, there is no point in listening to you.” he growls the last sentence, the lump in your throat bitter as you two stared down at each other before he utters his last insults. the buzz of something blooms between you both. you could feel it, he could feel it. the two of you were just contemplating in the inside as miguel steps a bit closer to whisper it.

“you’re my assistant, know your place.”

your eyes widened at his words. but you could not shake the fact how deep he said it, the rumble in his voice making your brain go haywire at all the emotions you are feeling right now for him. the breaking point of your patience at its peak as you glared at him harshly, his face close to yours as you cursed at him.

“fuck you, miguel.” you spit out. his face suddenly changed as he fucking smirked. smirked! you stare at him as he opens his mouth to spit something out as well in retaliation for your insult.

“really? that’s all you got? i thought you were better at this, churri.” his smirk widens as you shy away, suddenly flustered at how fast he can make you embarrassed. you could feel his chest close to yours as you avert his hard gaze, making the said man snap something inside of him seeing you all crumpled beneath him.

“you’re all bark but no bite, sweetheart.” he whispers as you didn’t look at him. “look at me.”

the subtle growl in his voice caused you to obey him. you look up to meet his eyes again, seeing them red as ever, red with that low gaze that makes your thighs clench hard. the slow breaths between the two of you are only heard as miguel leans down, face closer to yours now.

“what’s making you shy, huh?” he asks, the argument from earlier clearly out of his head as he focuses on you. his one hand creeping up to gently caress yours, urging you to say it.

“miguel, please, stop playing with me.” you grumbled, ashamed how you liked how he was acting now. “it’s not funny.”

“i’m not joking around, am i?” he sasses but you held your hard gaze on him which he surrenders. “alright, i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not.” you sighed, knowing there will never be a genuine sorry from him which leaves you utterly defeated, more upset how you know he’s toying with your emotions right now. “i’ll take my leave.”

“y/n, don’t…”

“please stop.” you raise your hand for him to stop.

“i’m sorry.” he genuinely says, gripping your hand gently back down, squeezing it softly. his big gloved hand envelops yours as you studied his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking around. miguel practically knew what’s going on between the two of you, which of course why he liked arguing with you. the way your eyes would dilate all the time and beat of your heart racing whenever he gets super close to your personal space. addicting yet a dick move he was doing because in all, he very much likes you. and this time, this time it all snaps at the pinnacle seeing you shamelessly stare at his lips.

“thank you.” you softly say, glancing at his lips, the fangs subtly showing behind them as miguel swiftly dips forward to finally kiss you with such fervor.

your eyes widened as you gripped his broad shoulders, toes tip toeing, heart pounding as his arms wrapped around your waist. you moan out on his lips as you kissed him back the same passion. months of ignoring the unspoken tension between the two of you and at this moment it happened! you think that this all sinks in because of the situation, and you are right in your head. all of this should happen.

“miguel.” you pant breathily between his lips as he shushed you with another one, too lost in the moment.

“miguel please.” you begged for more as his hands dip down to squeeze your ass, lifting you up effortlessly with his spidey strength as your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

“i know.” he kisses your chin down to your neck, slowly walking to the desk nearby. your breasts squished together with his hard chest as you grind down, feeling the evident bulge underneath you.

“you’re an ass, ya know?” you mumbled in his ear as he sits you down on the desk, objects scattering at the impact. he continues his ministrations, the things he was supposed to do are far long gone in his head as his hand dip down to where your legs were open for him.

“that i certainly know.” he admits, you giggle suddenly knowing how defensive he is when people point that out.

“but right now, i’m being very nice, amor. very nice.” he whispers, nipping your ear as his gloved hand touches you there, the pencil skirt you were wearing scrunched up above your knees. you gasp, clutching his shoulders again as he chuckles lowly, feeling the wetness as his eyes stared at you with this animosity as he kneels down, kissing your thighs before he sharply opens your thighs wide. your covered cunt staring right before him, begging to be eaten and he sure will be. he looks up to see you, this wild look in your eyes as you nodded for approval which makes him genuinely smile.

“i’m feeling generous today. it’s a once in a lifetime scenario, huh? so you better feel lucky today.”

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I HOPE I DIDN’T MAKE MIGUEL OOC CUZ I ONLY WATCHED THE MOVIE ONCE. ANYWAYS PART 2? <3

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miguel o’hara x assistant!fem! reader pt. 2

hi!! UR GIRLY JUST TOOK THE UPCAT (ISKOLAR NG BAYAN WISHING 🤞🏻✅) anyways here��s part 2 cuz i desperately needed to cool off after taking that very hard exam but anyways.

here’s part 1 of this lil dirty fic!!

nsfw under the cut

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miguel wouldn’t admit it but… it was kinda pathetic on his part he had to go so far to poke you around until you two exploded with each other. not that it wasn’t his thing for snapping at people but he did sometimes take a lot of that behavior of his on you. but he couldn’t help it, you know? do you even know how fucking hard he was controlling himself back the moment you signed up for him? how eager you were to work beside him when the spider-society was created? did you even know the nights he spends jacking off when you came around wearing that same black pencil skirt you were wearing that hugged your ass so perfectly? how the way you practically challenged him on arguments and so? how that look on your face when he towers over you made his dick go hard?

no.

so yeah, your his fault really.

“fuck…” he groans out as you gripped his hair tight between your fingers. nails scratching his scalp as you bucked your hips against his mouth, cunt rubbing on his face as he slurps, taking every juice your sweet pussy leaks out for him. only for him.

“so sweet, cariño. ‘s practically happy to see me.” he sighs out between his kisses and slurps, drowning in, giving you every bit of pleasure like he feels when you tell him or practically whine for him to give you more. he’ll give you everything really.

“miguel. please. need you more.” you huff out, it’s been a good handful of minutes since he started devouring your cunt like a starved man. man practically ripped your underwear with his fangs and hands as he threw it somewhere across the room. but you wanted him so much more, practically missed the way he was towering over you a while ago.

“what’d i say, huh?” he breaks away from your cunt, lips messy and wet as you stared down at him with teary and lustful eyes. “i’m being nice.” he kisses your thigh again, nipping it lightly as he finally stands up. your eyes shoot down to see the evident bulge on his spider suit but you knew that wasn’t the entirety of it knowing that damn suit is so damn tight on his body. not that you didn’t like the

“it’ll be even nicer if you get in me.” you cooed, a little breathless as you opened your legs wider. he lets out a little laugh as he ducks down to kiss you. you sigh happily between his lips, getting to grip his shoulders as he starts removing the buttons on your blouse.

“mhm. can’t even wait for it, huh? that desperate for cock, amor?” he grins between your lips as impatience took over him when he saw your pretty little bra concealing your breasts, he had to cut it off as purposely retract out those claws he’s hiding making you squeal at the sudden movement. the sharp snap of your bra shredded.

“miguel!“

“shut it.” he says, tossing the ruined lacy bra over his shoulder as you pouted, wriggling out of your blouse as he bends down to capture your nipple between his teeth, careful to be gentle knowing his fangs. you sigh out, caressing his tousled hair as miguel turned his attention to the other one while his hand reached to cup his crotch, groaning as he relieved the pressure a bit in the area.

“mierda. open those legs wide again, cariño.” he commands, tapping your thighs. “hurry up.”

impatient fucker. you roll your eyes, even in sex he was still taking the leadership role. “if you weren’t so keen shredding my bra off, we would be doing so much-“

“that mouth ain’t gonna shut up, huh?” he tsks as he grips your hips tight, pulling to him for your crotch to be flushed against his making you shut up.

“‘s rude interrupting me every damn sentence, you know.” you grumbled grinding down, gasping a bit when the warmth of his cock was replaced, expecting his tight suit you were gonna be grinding on. you look down, seeing the suit opened in that area, you look puzzled, knowing how advanced his suit is but you didn’t expect this? you thought the feature was mainly for his upper body, seeing countless times he was injecting himself with that drug he uses. rapture?

“that’s cool.” you tilt your head to the side, grinning seeing how flushed red his cock was. the tip angry and swelling with precum.

“and it’s rude to stare, sweetie.” he retorts from your previous complaint. he grips himself as you place kisses on his neck up to his lips, hugging him close as your feet wrapped around his tiny waist, the tip of his cock nudging between your folds. he sighs out, pushing in as he rests his forehead against yours. breaths mingled, heat tingling, the way your walls welcomed him with that searing wet warmth he dreamed of every night. fuck, he was in heaven. you gripped his shoulders hard, clawing on his muscles, he was big, too big and girthy but you couldn’t stop now.

“‘s so big, miguel.” you whined, naked breasts squishing on his hard chest, nipples hard as ever as you stared at his red beady eyes. “so big…”

“yeah, i know, but you can take it, can you? i know this sweet pussy can take it.” he whispers, kissing you softly. “be a good girl and take my cock.”

“mhmm…” you moaned as he slowly but surely pushed in further, gripping your ass tight as he slapped them both making you whine.

“so good, so fucking tight and wet. ‘s dripping.” he chuckles as you groan out when he bottoms in, crotch flushed against each other, your clit close to his abdomen.

“oh, god…” you tap his shoulders, wanting him to move but he knew you had to adjust first to his length, he didn’t wanna hurt you in anyway.

“be patient.” he whispers harshly, slapping your ass again, making you buck your hips.

“i am!”

“doesn’t look like it, amor.” your heart flutters again at the endearment. miguel smirks as he gives in, liking the way you get all so shy all of the sudden. he thrusts experimentally, feeling your walls slightly unclamp around his cock which makes him groan out when you clamp around him again. you stare down to where his cock is finally moving, it’s all a stupor now in your mushed brain as miguel grinned from above when he stills for a moment, half of his cock out, leaving you writhing for the fullness you crave.

he slams back in almost immediately, you yelp gripping tightly on his big biceps as he starts thrusting, pounding into you relentlessly now. miguel groans as he watches you helplessly gripping on him, he knew you’d tire out as he watches you with smug-ass grin when you lean backward, elbows resting on the desk, head tilting back as you closed your eyes, a chorus of moans and whimpers coming out of your lips as he fucks you good.

“good girl.” he praises as claws on your waist, biting his lip hearing those wet squelches emit inside of his lab along with your breathless voice begging him for more, to go harder. he, of course, listens as he adjusts you to tower over your leaned frame. kissing you with much tongue and teeth. his hearts pounding uncontrollably when you spit out how good he is and when you finally open your eyes and grin at him when you catch him staring at you in daze and quiet admiration.

shit. he’s got it bad.

he groans when he notices you getting a little pitchier in your moans, your legs around his waist constricted and your walls clamped around his cock tight, signaling you’re almost there. he smirks, one hand reaching down to rub that clit a few times, still pounding hard until you finally shoot up and squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking up ferociously as his cock still drove into you.

“close. ‘m close.” he pants, groaning out as you watch him in awe when fastens his pace, slamming in hard as he cums inside you. you smiled, feeling the warmth shoot inside you as miguel panted and slumped down a bit in front of you with his one hand keeping him leverage from crushing you and ruining the desk with both of your weights. a moment of silence transpires as you caress the back of his neck, kissing him lightly of whatever skin you come in contact with as miguel panted next to your ear.

“that was not supposed to happen.” he says, a little stupefied as you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you cup his cheeks for him to look at you. seeing those red eyes dilate, practically teary and puppy eyed when you peck his lips. he pulls out slowly, you two hissing together at the loss of contact as the cool air of the lab regulated your sweaty bodies.

“maybe it did have to.” you only say, a much more deeper meaning behind it as miguel went quiet, the expression on his face clear as ever, he was thinking about it. you smiled, pulling him down for a kiss in which he happily obliges.

“mierda, woman. you still not tired?” he asks between kisses in which you giggled, shaking your head causing him to growl as you widened your eyes.

“let me rest first, o’hara!”

“you started it-“

“i did not!”

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EYY PART TWO FINISHED AND LEFT IT ON A HAPPY NOTE <3 MORE MIGUEL FICS TO COME GUYS IM NOT DONE 😈

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fhrlclln · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

just a bit of angst for experimental reasons guys… i’m sorry in advance <3

the lore im basing off is solely on the background story of miguel in the movie and a lil bit from the 928 miguel, so please mind me for switching it up, my loves!!

miguel is harsh but harsher towards you when you’re practically one of the first and loyal spider members to the league. why?

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miguel was harsh. rude, sassy, overly harsh but everyone got to experience that kind of attitude of his. not until that attitude went overboard with you. you didn’t know why or how this started but you knew miguel’s attitude of being snappy and that was kind of his way of showing a little affection. but to you, to you none of that was that. he was more cold, more snappy, more overly dismissive of you everyday since jess had recruited you and you didn’t know why.

your dimension was a variant of miguel’s as well, both of you are from nueva york. scientists at alchemax and in your dimension, he was just an ordinary colleague of yours. except that, this time you weren’t a mutant-spider hybrid like miguel is, but more that you were actually bitten by a radioactive spider and the rest was history from then when an anomaly from another dimension had gone to yours, thus meeting the leader himself and jess. which was a total surprise that you learned another miguel o’hara was spiderman as well.

“that’s all?” miguel asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“yeah.” you nodded awkwardly, tensed a bit, you had just reported to him about your mission you were assigned on. you stare at his back, seeing him flick away from his screen as you sighed, this bubble in your throat threatening to burst. the miguel you knew wasn’t like this a bit, sure he was still an asshole but this miguel was worser. the only time he was nice is when he softly told you that you can join the spider-society after jess had introduced you to him.

“leave me.” miguel says with no thank you of whatsoever, just pure coldness. you frown, wishing he would just try and be more a little civilized towards you. your mouth opens slightly, brows furrowed as you wanted to say something but you held back, still staring at his back, his movements were calculated as he didn’t notice you further. your feet sank to the ground as you nodded, the bitterness in your heart making your lips tremble underneath your mask as you guided yourself out of his lab.

jess watches from the shadows with great amount of displeasure as she glances up to miguel. you walked away, shoulders sunken and she could tell you were trying to hold yourself back at his attitude towards you.

“you can’t ignore her forever, miguel.” jess speaks up. miguel stills, glancing to his side as he rolls his eyes.

“it’s none of your business.” he deadpans, intent to not hear what jess has to say. she sighs, leaving the lab as well.

“at some point, she has to know.” jess quietly tells him before she leaves. he merely stays quiet, the sound of the footage he has been playing echoing his lonely lab. his fingers tap on their own on instinct when he’s alone as one video pops up to give him that feeling of that once happy time he had.

“look, papa!” his heart sinks hearing his little daughter’s voice. he looks happy back then, smiling, with cream on his face as his kid smiles with him when he puts her down. a pleasant memory to fill the void in his heart as he yearns for it again. the sound of little laughter, the feel of warmth around his heart, that same feeling of sweet happiness back then. love was there and regret was yet to overcome him.

“what are you doing? get in the video. mija, tell mama to join us.” his other self laughs as he looks behind the camera, miguel’s heart surges as the camera shakes for a moment. he watches, breath stilling, always readying for the next part as he tried to not dwell on the grieving feeling when he watches it.

“mama! come on!” he smiles for a bit, just barely.

“alright! wait, lemme just—“ your voice cuts in. his heart drops when you turn the camera over to you three now. all smiling as you kiss miguel on the cheek, teasing him for the cream on his face. miguel’s eyes train on yours, your smile was radiant as ever, same smile you had when he watches you sometimes when you talk alongside your fellow spider friends here.

“say cheese!” you cooed in the video, kissing your daughter on the head as the other miguel smiles widely, leaning against you. his heart sinks as his lips tremble, his fists clench when he remembers the first time he saw you again after both you and gabriella had died in his arms. he landed in your dimension when he was tracking that same anomaly, you were fighting alongside him, defeating the anomaly that had landed in your dimension. his first instinct was to sweep you up in his arms but he held himself back, knowing what further damage might do if he even gets close to you remembering how selfish he was taking place of the dimension the former miguel had. taking his place as your husband and the father to his child.

but was it so wrong knowing that in another world that it was possible for him to be happy?

he doesn’t know. and he makes sure to stay it that way no matter how he knows he puts much distance between the two of you since you joined the spider-society in the early days. the video ends as miguel shooks his head to clear his thoughts as he looks back to where you exited, a sinking feeling in his chest, urges he denies inside his head as he remembers what would happen if something between the two of you would transpire. he loves you, but he hopes that you wouldn’t know it. he hopes that you’d accept that his way of being a major asshole was in-order to protect you.

“she can’t know.” he mumbles underneath his breath, hands covering his tired face, his broken heart already torn to pieces as grief fills it in. convincing himself this is the only way for you to live.

you can’t know.

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IM SORRY. my next fics are spicy so stay tune <3

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NSFW request please! Could we get Miguel cockwarming his Spider!fem!S/O while they’re both still in their spider costumes? He couldn’t help it with how great she looked fighting some bad guys!

miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

ANON THIS IS SO SEXY. THE SPIDERSUIT IS ALWAYS AN A+ PLUS FOR ANYBODY WEARING IT, LIKE LOOK AT MIGUEL’S ASS LMAO. but anyways, cockwarming, hehe, i love you anon. <3 i added a lil sexual frustration into the mix ; ) cuz i felt like that would be so miguel lolz.

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for as long as he had known you, miguel never had once experience this more intense feeling that he ever felt following the years you two had been together. you were spider-woman, as of many others but you were his spider-woman what mattered. and jesus, he thinks, as he stares at you with this embarrassing bloom inside of his mask whilst you’re swinging and kicking some couple of brutes causing havoc around nueva york. eyes strained solely on you as he merely grips his opponent’s neck tighter, not noticing how he was choking the poor man. the only question in his mind arousing as he tries to shake it off.

why did you have to wear that suit today?

he gulps, watching how you flex your each move as your ass kind of jiggled when you jumped. the tight-skin spider suit you were wearing made it worse as he feels the blood rush down to his trousers— or tights per-say. it was the suit he made specifically for you, similar to his color palette but overall suited your previous style perfectly. and he can’t help it, you just… just looked so fucking good kicking ass when your tits and ass are hugged tightly by your spidey-suit. he lets out a shaky sigh, still gripping the man’s neck not until someone interrupts his oogling.

“ahem! miguel? we got a couple of more coming in! maybe ogle later?” lyla flashes immediately in front of his face, he doesn’t notice the smirk right away from his assistant’s face as he focuses back on the mission, still glancing at you with sudden frustrating feeling clawing at the back of his neck and his crotch. he dodges an incoming bullet as it slightly grazes his shoulder making him wince, annoyed he got lost on focus.

“i know!” miguel grits his teeth as lyla disappears. he gazes hard on you as you suddenly felt your spidey-senses tingle as you glance at miguel, who merely glares again making you wave innocently at him in greeting as you bashed some thug’s head to the ground.

what was with him? you think, a little confused. huh.

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there was something definitely going on with him.

“you feel now what you’re doing to me, huh? speak, my love.” he whispers harshly against your ear, both of his arms wrapped around your waist as your body arches when he sinks you deeper on his cock. you gasp out, your mask thrown somewhere, discarded as the bottom piece of your suit was pushed down to your ankles while your top stayed on you uncomfortably. he was a menace when the two of you got back, immediately dragging you with his attitude to meet him in his lab for a ‘briefing’ for the next mission across the multiverse he says… but nope.

this. this certainly wasn’t you were expecting for a briefing. being tortured and cockwarmed for how many minutes you can’t remember since he fucked an orgasm into you roughly a while ago. his spent cum still nestling in you, painting your tight walls and his still hard cock inside you as well. he looked absolutely wrecked and pent-up when he murmured something about you in his suit that he made when he roughly groped your ass when he got his hands on you alone. you weren’t complaining! just that you wished he’d moved right now feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix making you squirm again uncontrollably.

“miguel, please, it’s—“ you pleaded, moaning as he cups your breasts, massaging them with his big hands as you leaned your head on his big shoulder, whining loudly “‘is not fair.”

“not fair, hermosa? what wasn’t fair was you looking too good in this fucking suit.” he says with a chuckle, kissing your neck, nipping it lightly, fangs grazing your skin as you felt yourself shiver at the feeling of danger on your neck. you moved your hips a little, desperate for the movement of his cock thrusting into you but miguel was relentless. his way of punishing you when you literally think you didn’t do anything wrong! not his fault he couldn’t keep his dick calm around you.

“mhm, nu-uh, mamí. be a good girl for me and warm my cock up.” he slaps your thighs in warning sending shockwaves to your core along with your favorite nickname he has for you. gripping the meat of your thighs harshly as he chuckles when you swear at him with your cock-drunken mind. the feel of his cum in you, making you feel sticky and satiated at the same time was driving you nuts when his huge prick is filling you up to the brim, you can’t help it anymore, you need him.

“miguel, fuck you.” you whine again as he kisses your cheek. you can’t help but grin as you wiggle your hips again as you clench around him to tease him a bit to see what he’ll do. miguel smirks, grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks as he sets a final warning for you and your brattiness with a promise of a good fuck later. just that he wants to savor this moment a lil longer when he finally rips your suit to pieces that he can always make one for you after this.

“stay still or you’ll regret it.”

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listen, i wouldn’t mind my cause of 💀 be miguel’s cock— 😽🤭 ALSO MIGUEL CALLING US MAMÍ HAD ME ON MY KNEES RN *pats my shoulder* <3

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it’s 12:00 am and i’m horny ;>

i’m thinking of a older!eddie x fem! reader, who’s your neighbor and maybe 10 years your senior (you’re an adult obvi.) he’s single and runs a mechanic shop. you always notice him sitting by the porch of his trailer, smoking, manspreading in his dirty work overalls that’s tied to his waist, showcasing his dirty white tank top that’s full of grease stains. you can’t stop staring at him, and neither can he with your little innocent gestures, calling him mr. munson.

—> pt. 2, pt. 3

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you bit your bottom lip seeing him right there, the brown paper bag you’re carrying situated on your hip for leverage as you walk down the gravel path towards your home that’s next to his. you could smell the cigar smoke, you tried not to glance at him again. he just looked so hot, the evident matureness in his face and his aftershave that had you gasping for air in the inside. your pussy throbbing seeing him so laid back. looking fucking ethereal manspreading there, cigar on his lips and his crazy mullet let down. tattoos showing from his bare arms that were glistening with sweat, he probably got back from work you had guessed.

mr, mr, mr. eddie munson

your throat was dry, a thirst you ache to quench. your thighs felt tingly, having this fantasy about your older neighbor, who’s probably is in his 30’s was embarrassing as it is. your hands fumbled with your keys, taking your sweet time unlocking your door, only for his voice to quip up all of the sudden making you jump a bit in surprise.

“your parents not home, sweetheart?” his gruff voice asked, you turned to the side, eyes batting seeing him smile at you. your breath got caught in your throat, you shyly nodded, still turning the key to hear the clicking sound. silently panicking in the inside, this is the first time he talked to you and you’re so flustered. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“they’re out of town for a while, mr. munson.” you informed him, voice soft as a feather. you turned to him, grocery bag still in hand. heart pounding, butterflies in your tummy seeing him lean back, cigarette now on his hands as he blew out a smoke. staring at you with his intense gaze. still a smile on his face that had you thinking if his face was rideable.

“leaving you all alone here?” he tsked.

“it’s their anniversary. i offered to k-keep watch of the house.” you explained, feeling a little tight in the clothes you’re wearing. as much as you liked staring at him from time to time, never had you expected talking to him now, hence the nervousness radiating in your tone. you watch him stand up from his place, his boots hitting the ground as he slowly walked over to you. stopping by the start of your porch’s steps.

“must feel shit lonely keeping the house all by yourself then, sweets.” he commented, crossing his arms as his biceps bulged before you. tattoos showing prominently. making your mouth dry when you glanced at them, then back to his face, not wanting to be a creep checking him out. not like he noticed it already.

“n-not at all.” you admitted, cheeks heating.

“really? got someone keeping you company?”

“no—“

“or maybe you just keep yourself busy by checking me out all the time, sweetheart.” eddie smirked, catching you red handed making your eyes widen like saucers. was it that obvious? yes, apparently.

“mr. munson—“ you gulped, suddenly feeling ashamed. his dick twitched at that. “i didn’t mean to really…”

“it’s rude to stare, sweetheart. especially with those cute fuck-me eyes. didn’t your mama tell you otherwise?” he slowly sauntered towards you, each step he took making your pussy clench out of nothing. he noticed it, the way your thighs rubbed against each other. oh, how he held himself back countless times when caught you staring at him from your porch all the time. it was the reason why he always sat in front of his trailer everyday after work just to see you ogle at him. he found it cute when you denied it now, so cute he’d fuck the shit out of you right here and now. little slut you are for riling him up.

now he stood before you close, as you could smell the cigar and grease from him, a musk you could taste that had you reeling in. his fingers gripped your chin gently, thumb on your lower lip as you looked to his eyes again. breaths mingling, lust in the air, his cock hard underneath his overalls. both blinded by lust as he trailed his thumb to caress your lip, wondering if your mouth would be as fuckable as he had imagined. mustering the thought of you moaning out his name when he pounds into you hard, abusing that pussy. mr. munson

“wanna invite me in? keep you company? i’d show you a good fucking time than staring, sweetheart.” he licked his lips, letting go of your chin, making you pout at the lost of his touch. you’re young, horny, maybe he can help you solve your staring problem. your panties felt damp as you eagerly nodded like the good girl you are. he smirked seeing you open the door and turn to him, innocently asking for it.

“yes, please.”

“please what?”

“please, mr. munson.”

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older! eddie is smth, makes me feral 😫

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older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 2

screwing your older hot neighbor is the key to your thirst. 😵‍💫

—> pt. 1, pt. 3

nsfw/smut under the cut

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it started from innocently staring at him because he’s hot. which he is, you never knew your sex life would sky rocket to the moon the moment you invited him in your empty home. out of horniness and the desire to satiate the sexual tension for the older man. it was wrong to do this, he’s like old enough— well, not old enough to be your dad, old enough you’d call him ‘mr’. but here you are, in your bedroom, him screwing the shit out of you. like he’s been dying for it. which he totally is, (and so was you.)

“mr. munson!” you cried out, gripping his hair with one hand while the other was planted on the surface of your sheets, gripping tight for leverage as you tilted your head back feeling his cock fuck your cunt up from below. he’s big, both in width and length, abusing your pussy so good. he’s so cocky right now underneath you, he still has that ass-eating smirk on his face as he stares at your bouncing breasts before him. littered with his bites that trails up to your neck.

“this tight fucking pussy’s gripping me so good, sweetheart. you’re such a good girl.” he praised breathily, arms wrapped around your waist, balls slapping against your wet cunt. he’s dreamed of this, fucking up your innocent persona. he’s currently corrupted you with three orgasms, two by his tongue and fingers and the other one with him just sliding in your overstimulated pussy. it felt like heaven.

“mhm— right there! oh, god, mr. munson.” he pounds in to you harder. calling him mr. sounded like he was a old creep (he probably is), but it had him hooked the second it came from your lips. he loves it, loves the way you’re so cock-drunk from him. your other arm moves, wrapping both around his neck as you eagerly kissed him. tongue and all, him dominating your mouth with such ferocity and greed. felt wrong but so right, who would screw your own neighbor? you apparently. you didn’t care anyways what your broken morals are now, you’re going to hell anyways…

with him. he seems reluctant as well.

“gonna cum, fill your little cunt up. make you mine.” he groans against your lips, roughly standing up to his knees.

“oh!” you squealed as he grips your waist tight, bruising your soft flesh. cock pounding in and out with an immense speed that him feral. he sounds so animalistic fucking you, the sight of his blown-out irises made you clench around him. his hair dropping down his face, sweat beading both of your bare bodies. your moans filled the room, mouth agape a bit, looking like a dumb whore that he liked to see on you. you cried out his name this time.

“please, eddie.” you cried out as he leaned down to roughly catch your lips. calloused hands caressing your sides now, as you felt yourself cumming. the tip of his cock rubbing perfectly on your spot. his balls tightened, his brows furrowed in concentration, you whimpered against his soft lips before your belly snapped. your back arches, nails digging on his buff shoulders, his chest hair brushed against your nipples. the euphoric high got you so dizzy, you could now feel his own cum start oozing into you as he bottomed himself in, filling you up to the brim with a sigh. fuck, was it perfect.

“jesus, that was fucking good. you with me, baby?” he kissed your heated cheeks. you nodded slowly, still blissed out at such an intense orgasm, you whimpered now feeling him pull out of you sloppily.

“‘m with you, mr. munson.” you smiled sheepishly like you were drunk. just cock-drunk and fucked out good.

“eddie.” he corrected you, smiling sweetly as he kissed your sweaty forehead. you hummed, liking his attention and affections. a different side of him you see than what you presumed to be intimidating knowing how he looks. tattoos and all. he stands up from his place, you watch him lazily, placid glistening cock swinging a bit in every move he made as he kneeled down to get something from his overalls. cigarettes and a lighter. typical. he needed the nicotine after a good fucking.

he looks over to you, placing a cigar on his lips. “can i smoke, sweets?”

“just open the window a bit.” you agreed, rolling to your stomach, liking the post-sex haze of the hour. the cool air hitting your bare ass as you snuggled against your pillow with a relaxed sigh. he almost pounces on the bed seeing your little oblivious stunt, but he held himself back as he lit the cigar, opening your window a bit as requested, careful not to flash himself from the whole neighborhood. a scandal for the christian neighbors, he’s already painted as a devil-worshipper back then.

he stares at your bare figure, blowing a smoke out through his nose. god, are you beautiful. your head pops up from your pillows as you lazily looked towards him, earning a smirk from the older man. he looked absolutely hot smoking while naked. you can clearly see his chest tattoos, body hair on his chest and his happy trail. you blush, grabbing the pillow to snuggle it against your chest, resting on your side now, facing him. fuck, was he done for.

“such a pretty girl.” he murmurs, walking over to you as he places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i think you’re pretty as well.” you whisper bashfully making him blush now. no one’s ever called him pretty.

“mhm. guess i can’t solve that staring problem if you think of me like that, sweets.” he chuckles, sitting down now as he puffs a smoke away from you. a moment of silence transpires, your doe eyes held in a generous affection as his heart thumps against his chest. something in him riled him up to ask you now as unexpected it may be. nervous he is.

“wanna go out sometime, sweetheart? you know, a date and all.” he offers making your heart flutter as your eyes widened. you sat up quickly, breasts bouncing, not believing for a moment that he’s asking you out now. though he seems to pull back, feeling a little ashamed, he hasn’t been on the field lately for dating. women these days in his age seemed to prefer less old ones and he wasn’t sure if he’d be your type for something else than sex. “i-it’s ok if you don’t wanna. me being fucking not your age and all—“

“i’d love to, eddie. i’ve been dreaming about it.” you cooed, straddling him now as he gripped the flesh of your ass. “i really like to get to know you more.” you shyly added.

“really, sweets? what’s there to know for an old man like me?” he teases, kissing your chin. you rolled your eyes at his degradation of himself.

“there’s plenty. and hey, there’s nothing wrong being 35.” you grin making him gasp dramatically at the accusation of his age.

“you wound me, 35?”

“if it pleases you, i think it’s hot you’re nearing dad age.” you whispered seductively, as you grind yourself on him. he groaned, slapping your bum making you giggle. you squealed seeing him toss his cigar somewhere as he flipped you down to the bed again, boner springing to life. hovering above you as he cocks a grin.

“let me show you how this old man works again, ey?”

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is this who we are? is this who we represent? yES.

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con la brisa | k’uk’ulkan/namor

SUMMARY -> out of your own curiosity discovering the unique entrance of the underwater cave had you finding more than you expected while vacationing. the god is intrigued to say.

k’uk’ulkan/namor x fem! reader

masterlist (to be added)

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> bpwf spoilers, meet-cute scenario, a lil slowburn, namor is a lil’ bit cold at first & smut as usual (p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex; both!receiving & fingering)

WC -> 7,876

a/n: after watching wakanda forever had me bawling like so much. and so, okay, i know this isn’t my usual writing but i fell in love with the song con la brisa and namor cuz aquapapi. and i thought i’d write a long fic just for him. lIKE THE VISUALS OF THE SCENE IN TALOKAN AND THE SONG!?!?!?!? absolutely amazing and captivating and there’s namor. 😫 but anyways… enjoy my namor smut ig. and happy holidays everyone <3

TRANSLATIONS: YUCATEC MAYA -> máak lu'um - surface dweller/land person, ki'ichpanech - pretty girl, le paalo’ - child , je’el - yes, dejaremos ti' le destino decida - we will let fate decide, in na'atik - i understand, ba'ax úuch - what happened?, jach asab u jump'éel siibal - it is more than a gift, ka ma' in k'áat ka u detenga - and i don’t want it stop, in ts'íiboltikech - i want you, ma'alob - good, ko'ox - let us go, in yakunaj - my love, jats'uts - beautiful, t'aan - speak, táan jach mojado, wáaj tuláakal ti' teen? - it is so wet, all for me? mierda - shit, perfecto - perfect, jach jats'uts yáanal tin - so beautiful under me

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enjoy !!

it’s quiet.

only the sound of the waves and the sound of the cool breeze hitting your ears envelops your senses. your body is floating above the water, sun hitting your face, eyes closed and relaxed as you let yourself float amongst depths of the sea. the water is cool against your skin, the scent of salt hits your nostrils mixing in with the freshness of the air. heaven is all you can describe at such serene calmness the water offers you this day.

as beautiful the secluded beaches are here in yucatan. you knew better to be not trespassing here. and as stupid it was to swim near night falling, the rays of the sun had turned orange among the horizon of the beautiful ocean. you knew it was time to get back to your hotel you currently resided. but here you are, water still glistening your salty skin, shorts concealing your bottom and your top the bikini you wore still damp as ever. the sun was setting, the trees swayed as you headed back to the direction of where you came from. wary of a chill on your spine erupt as if you felt like you were not alone in the secluded beach.

but as always, fate seemed to spin you to get lost in the woods.

shit. you think to yourself, the unfamiliar path dawning over to you as you sighed to yourself, trees all over your view. you knew the area well enough for the past few days and now was the time you would get lost? unbelievable. you bit your lip, trusting your gut to go further, night already taking over the once pristine blue sky. better to walk and let faith guide you to a road than to stay amongst the wild animals and insects inside the forest. you could say you’ve done one of the stupidest tourist shit you vowed not to do.

the cicadas faintly started to get louder as the darkness took over the forest. you grabbed your phone, turning on the flashlight as the leaves scrunched underneath your feet. the bushes seemed to grow larger as you gently passed by them with your arm shoving them away. expecting the familiar highway to come in view.

but you stopped, the path had ended as you were face to face with a cave of some sort. your eyes sparkled in the dark, suddenly intrigued with this new location you found. a hidden gem in these parts. you cautiously stepped closer to it, feeling as if you’ve entered someone’s territory. you lick your lips, shutting the flashlight of your phone as moonlight filled the area perfectly.

“water?” you mumbled to yourself, bending down to see the small cave was filled with water. “of course it is, dumbass.” you rolled your eyes to yourself, letting your hand touch the cool water.

it rippled beneath your fingertips as you glided your hand to feel the temperature, the scent of sea salt again fill your senses, your curiosity getting the best of you. you noticed how the deep the pool of water was, noting it might be an entrance to a underwater cave of some sort, you guessed. but you needed to go back, remembering the hotel waiting for you.

you looked around once more, guessing that this has been around here for a long time. you smiled, proud to say you would dive in here if you got the chance and the gear to do it. you stood up, brushing yourself from the dirt that sticked to your knees. you turned back and headed to the bushes again, to find another path. for a moment, you adjusted the bag you were carrying, your phone in your hand suddenly slipped from your grasp, hitting the ground with a thud. you cursed yourself for your clumsiness, bending down to grab it. the water in the cave suddenly splashing catching your attention warily.

you froze, slowly standing up, clutching your phone tight as you watch a figure came from the dark depths of the cave. the water splashed around as your heart thump loudly. seeing as a manly figure came in your sight despite the darkness. warnings in your mind erupted, remembering what you had heard of recently.

the man from the sea. a ancient god.

you distinctly remembered the words of the locals and the village elders about a man walking along the shores, feet with wings they had said. their ‘god’ walking amongst them. you don’t know much, but you feared this legend and the god as so did the people here. anything was possible nowadays. but you remained silent, studying his figure as he emerged into the moonlight. stepping in to your view, golden jewelry adorned his neck, he wore only green shorts and other accessories from his wrist to his legs. his feet, however, caught your interest seeing wings adorn them. and ears flourished with a jade like square earrings. he brushes his wet hair back, chest rising as he breathes in the air, his dark eyes finally gazed to yours.

oh, fuck.

you clutched your bag tight against your body, a shiver ran down your spine as his gaze pierced through you. you’ve trespassed. your mind shouts, your heart thumping louder.

“i’m sorry for i-intruding.” you speak up, careful for your tone to be calm and respectful. gears in your mind clicking, his face yet did not react whatsoever other than he steps forward, making you step back cautiously. he seems to notice it, sensing your own fear as he minds himself, creating a presence you knew not to anger. as stoic his expression was, his eyes seem to tell otherwise.

dangerous.

“you’re not from here.” he speaks, breaking your daze when you stare at his face. cold yet curious his tone was. knowingly now you think he’s attractive the more you study him. thoughts then circling how he just came from an underwater cave and ankles with wings on them.

“i’m not…” you nodded, gulping. “i got lost and stumbled here. n-no other intention.” you added, sensing him that he expected another answer.

“no?” he questions, stepping forward again, closer to you, making you freeze on the spot. you breathed out shakily, gazing his eyes that hold a predatory look. he towered over you, intimidating you further.

“no…” you softly said, the atmosphere almost changing, not once did you leave his gaze. a fire in the man’s gaze fueling him elsewhere.

the god stared down at this surface dweller, he hummed, trusting your answer, yet still skeptical. you were not like the other surface dwellers that he encountered coming into the entrance of the cave. you looked innocent enough, a foreigner of the area, a tourist you are. he shifts his gaze to your eyes and to your lips that softly spoke those words of reassurance. he notices your hands tremble, the cold of the night he presumed was getting to you or the fear of him. he’ll let you go, he thinks, merciful enough. the disturbance of the water merely caught his attention, he swam to it, ensuring that his nation would not be discovered.

“who are you?” you asked, astonished now for a man who’s ears you noticed are pointed. the fear slowly washing away. namor was intrigued to say, a curious thing you are.

“i have many names.” he spoke quietly, accent sharpening his words, a wonderful one you deemed as you listened to him. “my people call me k’uk’ulkan.” he gauges your face, seeing it full of wonder.

“but my enemies call me namor.” he finishes darkly, a threat. a warning set in stone. many would have run from him by now but you intrigued him further.

“namor.” you tested the name on your lips. the god felt himself shift in his place, seeing as you turn from his gaze, something stirring inside him after you uttered his name so softly.

“and you are?” he now asks, formalities thrown as you met his gaze again.

“y/n.” you uttered your name as the chill of the night shivered you so. he also tests your name in his tongue, accent enveloping each syllable smoothly with a crisp ending.

“roaming around the outskirts of the village is dangerous, máak lu'um. what has brought you here?” he speaks further, a word so unfamiliar to you. not spanish or what, which fuels your desire to learn him now.

“just took a swim by the beach.” you answered with a shrug. “it’s beautiful out the atlantic ocean.” you added as he hums, nodding.

“you’re not from here as well, are you?” you suddenly ask. he doesn’t look like the locals in the area. his outfit is as different from modern clothing, which in his case is very minimal. he cocks his head to the side as you looked back to the underwater cave. he is taken aback at your forwardness but contemplates whether he should tell you but he only offers a simple answer to your curious mind.

“yes.”

“interesting.” you quipped, examining his peculiar jewelry then to his chest, which catches you off guard how well built he is. tan pecks glistening with water, a fluttery feeling in your stomach making you feel a little flustered for checking him out shamelessly.

“you live there, i presume?” you ask, pointing to the cave. he seems to still, eyebrows tensing as you notice how defensive he is. “not that you need to answer…” you offered weakly, a little scared now.

“mhm.” he grunts, stepping pass you, not answering the question, leaving off a cold aura. he needed you away from here as soon as possible, remembering his intentions from the first place when you disturbed the waters of the entrance.

“come, it is getting late. let me escort you out, ki'ichpanech.“ pretty girl. he offers his arm out, muscle bulging out. you seem to be too trusting as you complied with the strange man with wings on his feet. not knowing how dangerous he can be, a man that has lived for more than a century, a god to his people and a king of a nation sealed from the whole world beneath the depths of the sea.

he is the feathered-serpent god.

“thank you.” you took his arm, walking beside him, arm resting with his making your heart thump. he was warm for a man who just swam in a deep underwater cavern. he smelled like the ocean itself, which was not that unpleasant, you stare at him for a time as you two walked along the woods. leaves scrunching both of your feet.

namor, on his behalf, didn’t expect he’d be talking with a surface dweller for this long nor offering to escort you out the forest. he despised all things that came from the surface world, a land that he swore to himself to hate to the bones. yet now, you who peaked his interest made his usual thinking sputter.

innocent, curious, soft, kind…all things he doesn’t expect. the feel of your skin to his fueled his desire further as he tried to suppress it. noting the way his cock twitch when your fingers brushed against his hot skin.

“are you not cold? it’s so cold out here.” you shivered, unintentionally pressing against him for warmth.

“it is…tolerable, ki'ichpanech.” he amusingly says, watching as your other arm hugged your waist for warmth. your bikini covered breasts pushing up by your arm making him swallow a lump as he looks ahead. intriguing.

“what does that mean?” you ask, glaring at him with a pout.

“ki'ichpanech?” the ancient language rolls on his tongue flawlessly.

“yes.” you looked back to him seeing as the familiar sounds of faint chatter filled your ears. the village must be close.

“a compliment, le paalo’.” he simply explains. “one for you to find out for yourself.” he smirks, making you sigh beside him.

only silence fills the void between you two, an unspoken comfort that had the man beside you wonders how calm you are. being escorted by a man who you just met. he wonders how your pretty little mind works

“you said you have many names.” you started. “what do you prefer to be called?”

“it is up to you what you wish to call me.”

“k’uk’ulkan then?” you uttered, wishing you didn’t butcher the pronunciation. “you said your people call you by that.”

“je’el.” he agrees, which you take it as a yes. a silence transpired again, but it doesn’t take long before your own curiosity gets the best of you. asking him questions now out of the blue, all subjects leading how he swam inside of a underwater cave without any gear and the most asked about his ankles with wings.

namor seemed to tolerate your mind, offering vague answers and none about questions where he resided or came from. he offers you to teach the mayan words he answers along the way, resulting you to ask him if he always knew how to speak english fluently. in return, he asks you as well. you gladly tell him about vacationing alone in mexico, saying that you needed some time away from the work you had back home. and that you just wanted a moment of peace to yourself here by the beaches. exploring, learning about the locals and their culture respectfully.

but in all fashion, it had to end.

which broke your heart slightly when the sound of the locals grew louder. lights from their village enveloping your view as you two arrive in a secluded area wherein the familiar dirt road is.

“you are a strange woman with curious questions.” he begins as you step out of the bushes, facing him with a slight frown.

“says the man who has wings on his feet.” you quip back playfully. he smirks at that, eyes alert as he looks back to see the locals. your heart thumps, wishing for him to come with you. but in his eyes you knew it wasn’t possible even if he didn’t necessarily say it out loud. you just knew.

“speak of this to no one, ki’ichpanech.” he utters, you nodded at this. the situation weird enough for you to obey.

“will i see you again?” you ask gently, hope in your tone. namor feels something stir inside him as he licks his lips, stepping forward as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. soft delicate skin. he thinks, a fire set alight to the both of you as his piercing gaze never faltered as your chest rose at the sudden electric feeling.

the hand kiss was a gesture of his growing affection towards you which he fears may not stop. you should be cowering away from him, a man who’s hands are stained with blood for hundreds of years. he shouldn’t even be talking with a surface dweller at all and you shouldn’t see him again, but…

“dejaremos ti' le destino decida.” he only offers those unfamiliar words to you with sincerity. you drew your hand back, not asking anything further as he steps back into the forest, eyes still looking into yours. a series of laughter interrupts the two of you as you look away from for a moment seeing the villagers laughing amongst themselves. you look back to the bushes, only to find that he’s gone.

huh.

you only stood quiet, the scent of sea salt lingering, his warmth you realized you missed. the night grew colder as you think to yourself with a cheeky thought in mind.

you’ll meet him again.

•••

and you did.

countless of times now after a couple of days had passed. the next morning of that faithful night lead you to go back to the same spot you met him, toying with the water, disturbing it when he was already behind you at that time. in which namor wouldn’t say he has been keeping an eye on you whenever you visited the beach again. you were thrilled, greeting him with your smile. he seemed a bit reluctant meeting you again, telling you that you should not be talking with him. you countered back, asking why then he appears before you when he could’ve ignored her. he smiles at that, offering you a chuckle for the first time. his smile catching you off-guard.

“you intrigue me so, ki'ichpanech.” he would say as you two walk along the shores, talking, asking more about him. he tells stories you never had heard of, legends and so.

“you like it.” you’d tease with a grin. he doesn’t affirm but he does agree in the inside.

your growing friendship with the god only grew larger when the days passed and each day he reminded you to never speak about this strange relation you had with him. you only had weeks left before going back home. a month vacation in yucatán was slowly nearing it’s end and you feared you may not get to see your mysterious friend ever again. you had to cherish the weeks left in counting.

and the subtle attraction you were feeling was growing larger.

he showed you the vast hidden wonders the beach hid as he took you for a swim. the corals, the tide pools, even in the deepest parts of the sea. it was so fascinating to you to see him swim so freely, like it was just a normal thing for him. you had already known that he is not human from the first time you met him. further, he only describes himself as a mutant, the story of his mother and how the first of his people came to be. the talokanil.

“my mother mourned to return to the land wherein she once lived.” he speaks, the waves crashing, you two sitting beside each other on the soft white sands of the shore. watching the sunset over the horizon, a beautiful sight to always see. intimate it felt.

“she was human you had said?”

“je’el. she made me a promise to bury her in the soil of her homeland.” you watch carefully how his eyes catch a glimpse of longing. “but nothing could prepare me for what i found.”

a chill ran down your spine seeing his expression drop into the most chilling hatred you could ever seen from a man. the slavery, those spanish men, the corruption of colonialism that had fallen amongst the surface world. wars broke out, diseases everywhere, more and more tragedies you guessed he would have witnessed for living for 500 years. you were somewhat touch to know how he’s opened up to this, to you.

“there’s nothing that would change how us humans would still be.” you began, sympathizing with him and knowing his hatred for the surface world. “humans are greedy. power is their desire, their lust. the world up here is fucked up.” you chuckled airily, staring off to the ocean.

“you seem to harbor the same resentment to your own world, ki'ichpanech.” he says as you shrugged at it.

“the world is too corrupted nowadays.” you rolled your eyes. “work is work, you work then you die. money is in my head always back home. so yeah, i do hate it up here.”

“you desire to be elsewhere? is it why you are here with me?” he grins as you scoffed at him even though it was true as the blush evident on your face was enough evidence. he has been shamelessly kinda flirting with you over the past days—

…you like him, a lot. it was no surprise you had catch feelings for the man. you learned he is kind and somewhat warm underneath the defensive and cold exterior he had put up when you two first met. he longed for his nation to be free from the terrors of waiting for anyone who’d try to discover them.

“you were a nice surprise to me.” you smiled gently. “but yes, it’s a nice escape here out from the city. even though i hate it here, it quite beautiful to live in.”

“in na'atik.” he hums, intrigued to say how one surface dweller could speak so ill about their own home. his resentment towards the surface world was still growing in him. humans are greedy like you had said, but you, out of all the surface dwellers that had tried to come near him or his nation, you merely just stood before him that night. astonished at him, wonders in your colored irises that held a compassionate understanding for him. he feels his chest swell and throat constrict. that same mushy and fluttery feeling that arose to heat his cheeks and the tip of his ears. overwhelming yet so addicting to feel.

what were you doing with him?

namor only watches you as you stare off to the ocean. he wants to picture this moment in his mind, a mural he now wants to paint for you. a story for you, your curious questions about him and your smile that was like the most beautiful pearls of talokan. he doesn’t want to admit it, nor shall he want to think about it now. dangerous it can be, he only hopes that this would last quicker for the sake of both of your hearts. and for his purposely knowing all would might end in tragedy if he is to act on this.

but he is wrong.

•••

another set of days had passed and tomorrow, that you dreaded, you’ll be going back home. it seemed like time had passed by faster than you expected. you stand alone again by the beach, this time a mesh white scarf wrapped around your arms as you take in the sea breeze again, savoring the moment. namor had wanted to see you again as usual, you knew he was either walking along the shore or might emerge from the sea, waiting for you.

but now he was walking towards you, expecting your bright greeting yet he only found you staring at the horizon again.

“ki'ichpanech?” he starts, softly calling for you. the waves crashes again as your sundress swayed with wind. you met his gaze, snapping out of your thoughts as you composed yourself before the god.

“k’uk’ulkan.” you face him, a little surprised but you smiled at him still. namor watches your serene smile do not go up your eyes. he knows already, you could tell. he always could tell how you were feeling.

“ba'ax úuch?” he asks, enough for you to understand as he stands in-front of you, softening his gaze as you glanced back to the sea, sighing deeply.

“i’m leaving tomorrow.” you finally said, seeing as his expression still as those words he dreaded as well came from your mouth. it’s too soon, he had plans to—

“tomorrow?”

“in the morning.” you confirmed, your heart breaking seeing his stoic expression falter. “to be honest, i don’t want to go.”

“then don’t.” he says, every patience in his body wearing just for him to spew out anything for you to not leave. all his walls he build up for the first time for you already was gone, he accepted it that he wanted you by his side even if you don’t know fully of his true feelings. he had to at least say something before this could all end.

“i can’t.” you shakily said, an overwhelming feeling overcoming you. you didn’t want to leave this place, you didn’t want to leave him yet. “besides, whether i like it or not, i’ll be forced back home.”

you gripped the chiffon scarf, knuckles baring white as namor didn’t know what else to say. every signal in his mind told him many ways he could make you stay but he knows either way you’d be gone. and that this whole relationship you have with him is going to end even if it just had started.

“come with me.” he finally lets it out as he grabs your hand to his. “i wanted to show you something.”

“you have a gift for me?” you teased as his fingers interlocked with yours. he merely chuckles making your heart thump, alongside the feel of his calloused warm hand fits perfectly to yours. you know there’s this silent crave, a want between you two. you never acted this strange tension with him. you always thought he only tolerates you at how adamant you are seeing him, but now… you’re not sure.

“jach asab u jump'éel siibal.” he says, guiding you back to the forest, the familiar path to the underwater cave. “i want you to see a glimpse of my home.”

“k’uk’ulkan.” you scolded, brows knitting as you followed him, letting him guide you. “you had said that your nation is something to be kept away from the surface world. i am apart of that.”

“it is not necessarily talokan yet, ki'ichpanech.” he counters as you two step to see the familiar structure. he ushers you to stand by him in the pool of water but you stop,.

“i don’t want to risk this.” you argued, seeing as he contemplated at that. he was holding back something he’s been harboring, you sighed as you step back, hand letting go of his as he stands in the water. a feeling of deja vu erupted inside you. he looked absolutely the same the night you met him. just that his defensive posture were now soft and relaxed as he gently smiles at you.

“one last night, ki’ichpanech.” namor held his hand out again. “and we will forget all of this in the morning and continue on with our separate lives.”

“but that’s not all, is it?”

namor tenses, he doesn’t really know if a tinge of fear had finally come to him. you can see pass through him, every knit of his brow or clench on his jaw. and he can see you hesitate— you want this, he can tell. every grip of your mesh scarf, the furrow of your brows, the sadness and eagerness in your eyes. you awaited for an answer as he nods.

“come with me.” he steps closer, water splashing, moonlight dawning over you two. “you had said you hated to go back to your home then stay. stay with me.”

he gently brought your hand to his chest as he stared into your eyes. like a trance he is how serene you are underneath the moonlight. your face softening with realization that he’s asking you to live with him. to stay by him forever. you could feel the thump of his heart underneath his skin, he intimately pressed his forehead against yours, never leaving your sight. you didn’t know what to say but just let him continue.

“this does not happen so often. and i fear it will never stop. ka ma' in k'áat ka u detenga.” he whispers, lips brushing against yours, he is holding himself back not to rapture you here and now. sparks flew when you felt it, his other hand situated on your hip. a raw sensation you had now felt for him.

“what about my own life here?”

“i am not so cruel to not give you a choice, ki’ichpanech. but yes, i cannot risk you going back home for my nation if you were to choose to come with me.” you nodded at his words, understanding him. and now you gambled with the possibilities as namor waited patiently for your answer. your mind gambled with the possibilities, you’d leave everything behind.

“and if i chose to leave now?”

“then we will part ways and forget all of this.” he offers a small smile, concealing the pang in his chest.

“why me?” you quietly asked, the words he offered sinking in your mind.

“is it not obvious?” his nose brushed against the tip of yours, heat in his tone. “in ts'íiboltikech.”

a shuddery breath exhales through your lips. his warmth and his closeness should have been the answers but you could not imagine for a god— someone who’s deemed as a god to be wanting you. namor’s patience was wearing thin, if you chose to leave, he’ll gladly accept that, but he somehow hopes for the other one. your eyes shined, his heart thumped as your lips opened—

“in ts'íiboltikech.” you repeated his words as his irises darken, a grin forming as he gladly pulled you closer to him, the cool water splashing around the two of you. the cicadas quieting down, two hearts beating as one.

“ma'alob.” he whispers darkly, sending a shiver down your spine. those words of confirmation had him surging to capture your lips to his. he waited long enough, every night, every morning he thought of you. you were a plague in his mind, corrupting him to think of the most sinful things and the ones he yearned in his own thoughts.

and your lips were sweet, sweeter than the fruits he ever tasted in his life, and he wonders in the back of his mind if your cunt would taste sweeter. making his cock twitch at the thought.

you let out a tiny gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck, the chiffon scarf dropping to the ground. the built up tension between the two of you finally at it’s peak, sizzling down as he moved his lips slowly on yours. slow and passionate, wanting to savor it. your cheeks bloomed with heat when you felt the outline of his prick press against your stomach, hard and hot. catching you by surprised at how particularly needy he felt. but you were as well, absently rubbing your thighs against each other.

he pulls away, breathless making let out a tiny whine. “ko'ox.” he smirks, guiding you deeper in the water, your sundress getting wet but you didn’t care about that. only focused on the man who gently puts something on your face. you look at him questionably, he was holding up a mask of something.

“the dive is deep.” he explains, as he locks the mask in, ushering you gently with adoration in his eyes as you inhaled deeply, following his command.

“breathe, in yakunaj.”

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“amazing.” you uttered, staring up to the ceiling of the cave. glowworms were hanging by the stalactites. it emitted this soft blue hue while the sound of the waters of the cave joined in the beautiful scenery. your heart bloomed, you could almost forget about your own home by now. but a tinge of hesitance caused you to overthink this. was it right to leave everything behind? you questioned yourself, standing by the edge, close to the water.

how quick you are to throw everything away.

you bit your bottom lip, nervous you are, wondering if anyone back at the place you called home would question where you are in the following days— months even. you sighed to yourself, pushing it all away in the very back of your mind. you’d worry about that in a more appropriate time. but now here you are, feeling flushed remembering his lips, all thoughts away but just him.

“jats'uts.” his voice echoed, you jumped a bit in surprise as you turned to face him. the beads on your dress rattled, your cheeks glowed as namor went beside you. his eyes draped along your body, the traditional dress he provided for you after your sundress had been absolutely damped was an exquisite sight before him.

“beautiful.” he translated, dark eyes meeting yours. he steps closer, seeing your small shy smile. “the dress suits you so.” he grins.

“thank you for this.” you gestured to the beautiful dress, letting yourself be drawn in his beady orbs as you neared him, letting his hand slip to yours again.

“has this place always been your sanctuary?” you quietly asked as you two walked towards the hut he showed you a while ago that was filled with his murals. you were amazed to see how he had depicted his and his people lives on the wall by the stroke of his brush. the story of how the first talokanil came to be and so fort.

“yes. a place where i can be in solitude.” he nods and leads you inside, never leaving your side.

“and from here, talokan is just down below?” you looked around the room, stopping to admire the big mural on the wall.

“deep below, ki'ichpanech.” he responds, standing beside you, holding something in his hand. your eyes caught the glimpse of a beautiful ornament.

“this is beautiful.” you blurt out, looking to him for approval to touch it as he merely smiled.

“it was my mother’s.” he explains as you touched the beads gently, admiring how pretty it is.

“you said it was made for her before she turned talokanil?” namor nodded, liking the way you remembered his stories.

“as my first gift, i want you to have this.” he grasps your wrists making your heart burst. “a token for my affection.”

“you’ve given me enough. i feel like i should give you something in return.” you pouted as he ties the bracelet on your wrist, ignoring your furrowed look as he kisses you softly before you could protest more. you hummed between his lips, shutting up quickly as you eagerly reciprocated.

“it is not enough.” he says, squeezing the side of your waist. “you’ve already given something in return, in yakunaj. your presence here in my home is enough.”

“but—“

his lips descended down to kiss your jaw, peppering down to your neck. inhaling your scent as he nips at your neck. pressing you harder against him, bulge brushing again on your stomach as you craned your neck to feel him sigh blissfully before he sucked and nipped, intent to make you feel mushy in his arms.

“k’uk’ulkan.” you whined as he chuckles.

“your body reacts so eagerly.” he whispers. “have you been waiting for me to touch you like this, ki’ichpanech?” you couldn’t respond but nod lightly, the warmth of his overwhelming. your lips are sealed from embarrassment how right he is. the scruff of his beard tickles you so as he bites a bit harder making you grip his shawl. the only item of clothing you noticed he wore after countless times you had seen him in those green shorts.

“t'aan.” he commands, hands descending down to grasp your ass harshly. you squealed as he hoists you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. hands on his broad shoulders as he guides both of you to the bed in his hut. your back hitting the bed, him towering over you. you could see the feral look in his eyes as you can’t help but obey him.

“je’el.” you whimpered as he slants his mouth to yours again, eating you up. he can’t help but smile at how his language rolls off your lips, his mayan lessons paying off to you. your soft hands cupped his cheek, fueling the desire. his hand descends down to caress your thigh, rubbing gently before your dress pools to your stomach, lower half exposed to the cold air. namor could feel the heat he yearned as his fingertips gently brushed against your exposed cunt. you bare underneath the dress he provided, his aching cock wishing to come out.

“táan jach mojado, wáaj tuláakal ti' teen?” namor pressed his fingertip gently on your aching nub. you gasped, back arching, eyes slightly widening how the two of you are now doing this—

“please.” you begged as he only applied pressure, no rubbing or whatsoever, he seemed so smug as he had you this desperate. he shifts from his place, shrugging off his royal shawl, dropping it to the floor as he removes anything that might get into his way as he opens your legs, looking up for your consent as your eyes meet his.

“please.” you affirm again as he gingerly kisses the top of your knee.

he doesn’t know what fucking ambrosia fills his scent but the sight of your bare glistening cunt makes his whole body react accordingly. he descends down, kissing your knee before resting comfortably to kiss your inner thigh, the scent of your arousal tingling him.

“perfect.” he groans, can’t help but kiss your aching clit. licking his lips as your hands laced through his dark locks as he laps away like a starved man. you moan out, his tongue working wonders. you could not believe how eager he is to eat your cunt up like it’s his last meal. every flick, lick, kiss and suck, all over again and again making your thighs clamp hard around his head.

you fear you might suffocate him with your own cunt but you remembered the man literally breathes in water. namor could do this all day, he thinks, growling at how fucking tart your nectar is— how fucking dripping it is for him— only him.

namor melts between your thighs, in dazed and drunk. the sound of your muffled moans as the plush heat of your thighs at either sides of his face had him groaning. he sucks harsher, feeling your hips stutter as he puts his arm on top of your stomach to hold you in place. never stopping his feast, the more he licked and lapped, the more you begged with his name. his other hand could not help but slide down to his, gripping his clothed bulge, a shiver ran down his spine at the pressure that he could not take anymore.

“k’uk’ulkan…” you repeated, feeling your stomach coil in the pressure of his sinful mouth and tongue. he hums, pulling back, sitting up as his lips glistened with your arousal, fueling your desire as you whined. he palms himself, still staring down at you as you stared at the prize just under his hand. you carefully sat up, all thoughts seemingly trashed in your fucked-out mind. namor’s chest rose as he breathes in how angelic you are crawling towards him, your face dazed out and mouth glistening with your own saliva, hungry.

“what do you want, my love?” he asks as he grins making you momentarily look up to meet his eyes. you didn’t say anything as you pressed your lips to his bare stomach, making him shudder as his abs flexed the moment your soft lips touched his heated skin, the grip on his clothed cock tightened as you trailed down to meet his happy trail.

vixen. he surpasses the urge to call you that out loud, not when your hand is now shoving his hand away from his cock. he lets you do whatever you want with him, anticipation in his blood as your fingers curled in the hem of his shorts. ready for you to pull it down but you stopped for a moment as you stared up to him again, a plead in your gaze.

“can i?” you ask quietly.

something inside him breaks hearing your soft voice ask for his permission. he lets out a breath, hand coming up to caress your cheek as you nuzzled against his palm, waiting for his answer.

“je’el.” he nods, his words coming out in a slight tremble. he could feel himself succumb to the thought of you doing anything with him— everything in fact. you grin suddenly, breaking the eye contact as you pulled his shorts down completely, him helping you get it off as you tossed it to the ground.

namor groaned as his cock bounced up slightly, the cool air making him bite his lower lip as you gawked at it. you were speechless, taken aback, not expecting that it would be— that girthy in size. you gulped, remembering the countless times you would glance at his bulge whenever you two were either swimming in the sea or walking along the shore, it was something you couldn’t help but feel dirty for imagining what he truly looks like down their.

but now you’ve seen everything.

“you can take it, no?” he suddenly quips making you grumble in determination as you lulled yourself back from staring at his shaft. you wrapped your hand around his base making the said man shut up as he sighs out.

“i can.” you mumbled, totally not intimidated by his fucking length and girth overall. you pumped him slowly, right amount of pressure seeing the tip leak out a bit. wondering how you are making a said ‘god’ now weak on his knees, hearing little huffs come from his mouth but still looking so composed. you admired how reserved he looks as you dart your tongue out to lick the fat head.

“mierda—“ he grumbles, a hand gripping the back of your head as the other fumbled with your breast and whatever skin he can reach as he stays still watching you finally engulf him slowly. your mouth stretched accommodating his size as you hummed, liking the way he taste and maybe a tiny bit saltier— you were not complaining though.

“look at you.” he speaks with adoration, admiring the way you started to suck him off, letting him in deeper inside of your hot cavern inch by inch you can take. the way you are on your knees for him, glancing at him from time to time as you meet his hungry eyes. he resists the urge to fuck your mouth, savoring how determined you are to make him feel the same pleasure as he did on you. you were serious to making him feel good, bobbing your head up and down as your other hand gripped his base, pumping him where your mouth can’t reach. your eyes watered as the tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as you pulled him out, panting.

the string of saliva appeared as you licked your lips, kissing the tip again as you gently put him in your mouth again. namor hissed feeling the coil in his stomach almost snap. you continued on with your pace, liking the way you could hear his labored breaths and little groans, making you smile a bit as the salty taste of him had you addicted.

this is torture. namor thinks as he lets you suck him off for a bit before abruptly pulling himself out of your mouth, making you whine. he chuckles seeing your expression before he captured your lips again, tasting himself as he pushed you to lay back on the bed. you reciprocated with eagerness as you opened your legs for him to slant himself there, cock grazing your cunt making you let out a low moan in his mouth. namor swallows those pretty sounds of yours before pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours. a knowing look in his eyes as you waited for him to speak first.

“can i?” he finally asks, grinding himself on your cunt. you whimpered, looking down to see how desperate he is before looking back to his eyes.

“please.” you muttered, cupping his cheeks as shuffles in his place. his hand reaching down to grasp himself, positioning his head to rub against your entrance as you cursed at the wet feeling.

“k’uk’ulkan…” you mewled, anticipating he’d ram himself inside of you this instant but he’s patient as ever as he rubs the fat bulb of his head on your clit, gathering enough slick before finally pushing in slowly. making your back arch at the intrusion as your hands fly down to grasp his broad shoulders.

“is it too much?” he suddenly asks, concerned, watching you carefully. you smiled at his concerns as you kissed the tip of his nose.

“it’s perfect.” you whispered, clenching around him to signal him to get on with it. namor growls as he does what you want, bottoming out in you as deep as he can go. he stills for the moment, you two immersed at the feeling of each other. a sort of fuzzy feeling of something special how connected you two are. gentle caresses and kisses of encouragement exchanged between the two of you as he finally gives an experimental thrust.

“perfecto.” he sighs, kissing you again as you grinned. namor grinds into you slowly at first, feeling the way your walls clench around him as he hits a spot. he leaves kisses on your face, marks on your neck, whispers of undying loving words how you make him feel so good. you merely moan out his name as he starts to pick up a good pace that has you desperate on him.

“jach jats'uts yáanal tin.” he pants, hand caressing you everywhere as he stares at your blissed out face. each hard snap of his hips making your body bounce at the intensity. the lewd wet slapping adding in as heat and sweat enveloped you two. you whimpered at how his cock was hitting that spot making your hips wiggle and back arch. it felt so sticky yet so good at how he’s so passionate about this.

absolutely perfect. your mind screams as you wrap your arms around his torso, grasping his back as he fucks you with vigor. your whines like a sirens song to his ears, he rests his lips on your forehead as he pounds into you. feeling himself on the verge as you clenched around him tightly as ever, a signal to him that you were also cumming. namor kisses every inch of your face before swallowing up your moans you were about to cum. your heart pounded in synch with his as he desperately fucked into you. you gasped loudly, gripping his skin, nails digging, body convulsing with pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier, pounding in through your orgasm.

“ki’ichpanech…” namor practically breaths out your name next, eyes shutting for a moment as he feels him release. one, two, three powerful thrusts sends him home as he almost rips the beddings apart above your head. blood rushes to your ears as the intensity stops. he slumps a bit, laying his weight on your body but not too much, fearing you’d be crushed. both your breaths only to be heard as it fills the silence of the room.

everything slows down the moment when his eyes flutter open to meet yours. the exact same eyes he had first met in the moonlight. your heart soars to see him soften as you kissed him gently, soft and pillowy it felt, something slow after that. your hand instinctively brushes the stray hair from his forehead, sweat beading there. he plants more kisses again on your face as you giggled, only gasping as he removes himself abruptly. there are so many things you wanted to say to him in those moment but all are left unsaid when he laces your hands together. a glint in his eyes, all you adore.

“stay with me, ki’ichpanech.” he says, as if you would leave him. you can’t help but nod quickly as ever like you did when he asked you to go with him here. you knew what you were in for and you were sure for it, knowing your heart won’t stop beating so loudly when he smiles now as you mutter a verbal confirmation out, concealing it. the glimpse of his mother’s bracelet on your wrist a wonderful glimpse of a future.

“i will.”

I FINISHED IT FINALLY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !! THANK U FOR THE PATIENCE. im back to writing finally. <3

#namor x reader #namor #k’uk’ulkan #k’uk’ulkan x reader #namor x female reader #namor smut #tenoch huerta #bpwf spoilers #namor imagine #black panther: wakanda forever #fnhrlcllnwrites

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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Would you ever write for like rockstar!eddie and reader like maybe she's an actor or something or she's his high-school sweet heart and even after he got famous he stayed with her

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

OMG, ok so you caught my attention. i’ve always wanted to write for rockstar! eddie. i also daydreamed a lot that the reader is his wife (and yes, his highschool sweetheart as well) you know like that bombshell wife that even his fans simp for her as well, gets featured in some magazines and shows. alongside tour interviews and such.

i can imagine the dynamic between them sort of like ozzy & sharon (without the major toxicity but the yelling is there) but overall, you’re just one hella of a wife to corroded coffin’s frontman. and he’s very proud to show you off every interview he gets.

this time they’re doing a reality tv one! like the Osbourne’s.

suggestive themes under the cut

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another day in the munson household…

“eddie!” you shouted amidst the large canopy of the munson LA mansion. the camera man swerves the camera to eddie munson’s face, eddie fucking munson, leader of one of the grossing rock bands alive in the 90’s. he lets out a sigh as he can hear your heels stomp against the hardwood large stairs as he looks to the camera with a smirk, counting in his head for your barge in as he speaks. it was another filming day for their own reality tv show, his manager urged him to do this, fans demanding wanting to know more about him and his darling wife. you.

“ah, and here comes my smoking hot angry wife—“

the door slams open inside the studio room, the camera whips to you. all dolled up, fresh from your make-up room, wearing a very tight dress that hugged your body nicely. he wasn’t even focused on the terrifying anger written on your pretty face, just that he’s very focused now on your chest. the camera man backs away, slightly scared, seeing as you had something in your hand. fan mail apparently! tons of it in your hand as the other was situated on your hip, very angry stance.

it was cute to him.

“baby, darling.” he greeted with a smirk, urging your hothead to come closer to him, he was sitting on his office chair, the one he always sat on whenever he would spend nights in this studio room to write or compose a song.

“send panties in the mail! panties? are you out of your fucking mind!?” you threw the mail at him, huffing and puffing with anger. the camera man captured this one moment they all knew would be another hit on mainstream. your fights with eddie were certainly a blockbuster for every corroded coffin fan, plus you were hot in it.

“sweetheart, chill! i meant it as a fucking joke, geez—“

another mail was thrown at him, this time he can clearly see the lace of some fan’s panties were peeking out. oh, was he dead. he is popular with the ladies, you were very hyperaware of that and you despised some groupies for getting a lil’ close during concerts or meet-ups, mainly the obsessed ones you couldn’t stand, but they’re not the wife. you are, so in perspective, you won when it comes to them. and you trust eddie, he’s not that stupid.

“baby, what did you expect? they’re fucking crazy.” he snorts, tossing the mail away. you crossed your arms, boobs squishing, eddie gawked at it with no shame.

“you’re laughing at this? i can’t believe you! you’re such an ass—“ you pouted, fuming red in your eyes. eddie shook his head as he grabbed your arm, knowing well you were going to calm down once he gets in you in his lap. you noticed it.

“that’s not gonna fucking work—“

“try me.” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat snuggly. leaning your back against his naked chest littered with tattoos, your name tattooed above his heart. your face somehow manage to soften yet still annoyed at how it worked. munson charm. damn him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks kissing your neck, looking to the camera with a wink and a smirk.

“i will strangle you.”

“i thought that was for the bedroom—“

“i will shove this remaining mail up your ass if you open your mouth again.” you warned, pinching his arm. he yelped at how sharp your nails were as you sighed, simmering down now as he placed kisses on your bare shoulder. the expensive scent of your perfume and body wash making him buck his hips up a bit. so addicting. the camera focuses on the sweet moment as you rubbed your forehead, a headache coming in.

“oh, baby. ‘m sorry.” he cooed.

“don’t.” you huffed. “i don’t like this.” you emphasized to the mails on the ground.

“ ‘course baby, i haven’t even fucking opened them yet.” he place a sloppy kiss on your neck. “and i never will. if that makes up for it.”

“thank you, eds.” you sighed in relief. his heart bloomed as he winked to the camera again. mouthing ‘munson charm’.

“gotta remind them, sweetheart, you’re my wife. nothing’s gonna come between that, ey? not even fucking panties.” he reminds you, grasping your chin to look at him. reminding you how many years you two have been together, since highschool, since that incident back in the upside down, being each other’s first experiences and all. you are the love of his life.

his large thumb caressing your bottom crimson lip. you nodded silently, still a little annoyed, his handsome grin widen as he kissed you. tongue and all, still not ashamed he’s showing this intimate moment on camera then probably on television soon. you wriggled, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants form. you hummed on his mouth, liking the sloppiness as you pulled away, all shy now noticing the camera again.

“and stop sending me panties!” he pointed to the camera. “i’m flattered, but i got plenty already.” he joked, earning a smack from you again. the camera man eventually said cut as you both relaxed in each other’s arms.

“today’s film was great, mr. & mrs. munson. thank you so much.” the cameraman smiled nervously as you smiled back widely, still seated on eddie’s lap.

“no problem, lemonade’s downstairs in the kitchen. help yourself!” you kindly offered as eddie placed kisses again on your neck. hot and heavy he is, it was such a turn-on whenever you got mad at him. the door closed shut as eddie finally got a breather. focusing on you now and his ache in his pants.

“so sexy today, baby.” he mumbles, voice low and deep. “getting you all riled up.”

“mhm. if you ever say stupid shit to your fans, munson. i will kick you out.” you hummed tilting your neck to the side as he nipped your soft skin making you let out a quiet whimper.

“hey, they love you getting mad as well, can’t blame ‘em.” he laughs, squeezing your boobs. the fans were crazy for you as much as they are for him. you chuckled remembering the time you got featured on the front page of playboy magazine, everyone went wild. eddie was fuming at that time but he didn’t hide the fact that he bought at least numerous copies of it, supporting your fame. “you’re such a fucking bombshell. ‘m so lucky.”

“i swear, eddie!” you swatted his hands away as he whined.

“i promise!” he laughs heartily as you smiled again. a moment of silence transpires, you two have been together since ‘86, the large mansion was awfully lonely when he’s away on tour, leaving you here sometimes. you love him, really. since the day he clumsily asked you out by the bench in the woods. supporting him throughout, until his band got in with a label. signing them up. being his soulmate, sticking with him until now. something was just missing in the munson household. the thought a important one for you, and you knew clearly what you wanted next. knowing eddie gives you everything.

“what do you think about a little munson running around here, eds?”

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wrote this in one sitting!

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fhrlclln · 10 months

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Could you write Miguel hates everyone but you please.

miguel o’hara x spider!gn! reader

ANONNN YESSS, the thought made my toes curl how he’d automatically go soft on you at any moment LOLLL, like his annoyance would fizzle out just one word or glance from you (basically i want him obsessed with me 🤪).

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if you knew better, you know well not to get on miguel’s nerves.

he’s a busy man, stressed and fighting his way through his mission of keeping the multiverse in-tact. lyla once said that he wasn’t all like this before, just that everything had weighed on him the moment he discovered what keeps every spider-person’s dimension stable, learning from his own personal mistake. basically, you think the spider-society’s leader is kind of… unstable? kinda, if mentally but overall, you think he just hates everyone.

it was common to see him snapping at people, mostly the ones who get on his nerves frequently. but most of the time, he’s strict and scarily assertive when it comes to normal matters that need his guidance. everyone in the spider-society don’t really care if they pissed their leader off in some way but they were aware not to push his buttons. they just kinda wished he was more fun since they deemed him as the only spiderman who isn’t ‘funny.’ hell, everyone wanted to see if he’d throw that attitude away for once.

but maybe he did.

it was subtle, subtle you couldn’t even make it out.

“a new suit you’re building?” miguel’s shoulder’s tensed at the sudden boom of your voice, yet instantly he relaxes as you hop of the ceiling to stand by his side while he works on his own suit. “hope i’m not intruding.” you quickly follow up, realizing your mistake of not knocking or something.

“in the progress, yes.” miguel says, without much sarcasm or annoyance. you relax as well as miguel continued on working, not minding you were here it seems. he was quiet as you knew, you knew from observation that he liked working alone most of the time.

“that’s cool! how far are you enhancing from this suit?” you asked, utterly excited now as you gesture to his original suit. miguel seems amused, as you expected him to shut you off or ask why you were here but he merely chuckles, liking your curiosity.

“way far, trying to improve it’s durability and other things here and there, sensors, these web wings...” he gestures to the material underneath the armpits of the suit. a fine light byte material as you noticed. “and more.” he looks down to the other parts of the suit, proud.

you hummed, taking the to admire his craftsmanship. it certainly was a big change to his suit now as you can see, the color theme was changed as well, incorporating white in it but still had that usual tone. your eyes wandered, taking every little detail until one had your eyes widening.

“are those… boot jets?” you bend down to take a better look, as the suit was situated by wires, hanging a top.

“yes. for boosting flight speed mainly.” he says, grabbing one of the soles as he shows it to you. your eyes sparkled as you touched it, amazed how a booster could fit that small.

“amazing, miguel! wished my suit was capable of that.” you smiled as miguel shrugs at it, though a small smile is graced on his lips from your compliment. “what else are you innovating?”

miguel gestures to the wrist of the suit’s gloves as he picks something off the table from the side to show it to you. it was small arachnid shaped objects he presented as he demonstrates it by flinging it off way up as he shoots it with his laser webs causing a small explosion to occur, making you jump.

“explosives—“

miguel lets you take one of small explosives from his hand with astonishment as he softly explains along what they are. “prototype explosives. yeah, they’re something i’ve been—“

“what are we talking about today?! i just heard an explosion, i thought we were keeping it baby-proof here, miguel!” peter’s cheery voice suddenly took over as miguel let out a tiny exasperated sigh at the sudden intrusion. you waved in greeting as the father-daughter duo made their way towards the two of you. mayday happily napping in peter’s baby sling.

“there is no such thing of baby-proofing a lab, peter.” he grunts, resuming his antics as peter cooly dismisses his unwelcoming attitude. his face remains passive yet his tone was off, you noticed. “what do you want?”

“important matters. sorry for intruding whatever you two are doing, was it serious?” peter takes a knowing glance at you as you chuckled.

miguel rolls his eyes. “it was not—“

“it’s no big deal, peter. was just stopping by for miguel.” you smiled at him, looking back at miguel as you sensed some serious matter was going to be discussed as you excused yourself now. “i’ll be heading back now. miguel, if you have the time i’d love to hear more of the suit.”

miguel nods gently, the sudden look of annoyance dying down from his face a bit as you waved goodbye to peter, not forgetting to whispering a bye-bye to mayday as well. the two men stood in silence as peter seemed to catch something on as miguel went back to his desk, resuming his work.

“so, you really don’t hate everyone, huh?” peter starts, amused. very amused at the sudden subtle change. amused as well that he just won the bet that their leader didn’t hate everyone in fact.

“what does that have to mean?” miguel raises a brow at the assumption.

“oh, i don’t know… but, well for one, you aren’t that snappy at them than to me and maybe so on…” peter says mischievously, looking back to where you exited, chuckling as he smirks as miguel catches on with that implication and the tease. the tip of his ears heating up that as he turns his back at him.

“stop assuming things, parker.” he says defensively, peter raises his hands in defense as well, yet still not letting it go for a moment before they finally talk about the more serious matters. though, his mind yet ponders at what truth was said. it wasn’t that true that he hates everyone… everyone just annoys him but, yeah…

maybe he does like you, it seems.

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fhrlclln · 11 months

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Hello! I read your angsty Miguel fic and I need more immediatelyyyyy

Basically I’ve been seeing some tiktoks pointing out that when Miguel talks about the Peter from Miles universe, he sounds very emotional. Like heartbroken emotional. Some ppl theorize “hey what if they knew each other and that’s why Miguel is even more pissed?” My head ran with it and what if it was spider!fem! reader who was the Spider-Man on Miles’ universe who died?

Miguel and reader were hardcore pining for each other but he never made a move cuz he was terrified of anything happening and still had his heart closed off. Only to get hit with the intense feelings of grief and anger when the news arrives that she’s dead and only serves as a motivator to stop Miles

miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

OOOH THIS IS AN INTERESTING APPROACH ON THAT. and also, 🤌 angst 🤌, we are on an angst train now HEHE.

on that note, i’m changing the lore a bit again, since in my understanding the first time miguel leaped through the multiverse is after the events of into the spiderverseee. i find it so cute that what if miguel would actually just observe in a dimension and hang around a bit before the main events will transpire. T_T

anways enjoy, anon babes!! i had fun researching and writing this. <3

angst under the cut

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when miguel first leaped into the spider-verse, it was way before when miles was bitten by the spider. the multiverse to him at that time, was a working experiment for him; and still had room for improvement as he created a prototype of the dimensional time watch for the big dimension leap he was studying with lyla. sure, it made him able to leap into certain dimensions, though only for a short amount of time since the prototype still had the faulty feature of preventing his molecules from destabilizing. lyla told him it was dangerous to stay so long in a separate dimension, since they still had to study the part to prevent that faulty feature. overall, this minimal dimension leaps were just a trial for both. sort of a observation trial. yet…

he just hadn’t expected to meet you so early in his life.

earth-1610B, in calculations, he wasn’t expecting much from this variant dimension, it was already normal as he can tell. typical setting and typical story that runs along from previous spider dimensions he leaped into. miguel only chastised himself to explore the dimension for at least an hour or so, knowing the longer he stays, he might disappear from existence and he wasn’t going to risk that. lyla would beat his ass if they don’t complete the watch. in his observation though, he found it comforting to be hanging around a different location than in the futuristic nueva york. it was more… comforting he thinks.

cars honked, the sound of new yorkers chatting along talking about everything, the lights at night was an absolute scene to behold when he sits atop of the empire state building; a little hard to climb up there but he managed to climb without recking the building with his claws. everything was an interesting sight to look at, even watching the neighborhood’s own spider-woman fight sometimes.

you were interesting and perfect, as miguel deemed. everyone loved you, always fighting hard and though you sometimes get beaten down, there was always this sheer determination for you to stand up. which was something he admired even though he won’t admit it. and you’re pretty. too pretty in fact when he got a glimpse of your face at some point. tonight however, he might have fucked up big time the rules he set himself to not fiddle with any dimension he had visited. talk to their spider-people.

he was unmasked and dressed in casual clothing with a hat on, blending with the crowd. miguel enjoyed a stroll along times square, holding a classic new york hotdog in his hand as he takes a bite out of it. he took the time to observe times square, completely not noticing you silently speed-walking by as you collided with him on accident, both your attentions caught by the sudden disturbance.

“ay, watch where—“

“i’m sorry!” you squeak, alarmed at his harsh tone as you frantically glanced up, eyes wide staring at him. his eyes widened as well hearing your voice, your pretty face staring at him as you apologize profusely for not looking as miguel told himself he was screwed right there and now.

“god, sorry! you have mustard on your t-shirt, shit, shit, shit—“ you frowned seeing the stain as miguel glanced down to it, cheeks blooming hot. was he embarrassed? he wanted to roll his eyes and tell you it was fine but you just had to wipe it with your own handkerchief before he could say anything.

“glad you’re wearing black. mustard stains are pretty fucking hard to wash out. learned it from personal experience with a white tee.” you babbled, smiling at it as miguel silently lets you wipe it off, admiring how serious you are to getting the mustard off, that look of determination.

“and there! done!” you smiled again, setting his heart racing, he was quiet for a moment until you just started talking again, embarrassed this time. “sorry if—“

“no, it’s fine. thanks.” he cuts you off, a smug smile tugging on his lips as you shied away from his gaze. the spider-woman shy before him? unbelievable, it was cute to think that without your mask you’d be this cute thing. he gulps as you nodded, he was expecting you to leave but you just started something about you rarely bumping into people these days awkwardly. miguel listens of course, actually only a little as he was too focused on staring at every feature of your face, dumbly nodding along silently until you introduced yourself with your star smile.

“i’m y/n by the way.” you shyly offer your hand for a simple handshake as he accepts it, saying his own in greeting.

“miguel.”

“nice to meet you, miguel.”

it was bliss that he had met you before. though he remained distant, putting this silent wall between the two of you as he knows that quiet thump in his heart is threatening him somehow. but who wouldn’t like you? you’re beautiful and you have that kind laughter he’d like to hear every time he would visit or the fact that he’d soften when you smile at him, making him feel content. sure, he was presenting himself as dodgy and mysterious knowing you would ask him about certain things of his personal life as you two got to know each other more and he’d discretely dodge some. it was a frequent thing for the two of you to only meet by times square, sort of a unknown thought between the both of you for it to be deemed a meet-up place. he enjoyed every single time you’d greet him, though he remained closed-off a bit, trying not to get too attached yet sometimes he’d wished for more with you as the longer you two spend time with each other. but he knew better than to pursue what his mind was telling him again and again.

was it dangerous? yes. did he care? maybe so. but that wouldn’t stop him from always picking your dimension every time he’d ‘test’ the watch again.

and now he wishes you didn’t bump into him that day as he chases miles up the speed train heading to the moon.

“you’re a mistake!” miguel yells as he slams miles on the train, the poor boy yelped at his rough handling as miguel pinned him down. the sudden wave of sadness taking over as he remembers you. your smile, your awkward jokes, your laughter, your eyes… everything.

“if you hadn’t been bit, your spider-woman would’ve lived!” he shouts, anger rushing through his veins, his brows furrowed as miles struggled in his grasp. the teenage boy’s face flashed a wave of sadness remembering you. miguel can feel the tears threatening to well in his eyes yet only anger and frustration were present as he blamed everything on miles now.

“instead she died, saving you.” his tone faltered a bit despite the harshness he puts on. his heart clenched, memories flooding in, grief striking his heart again. the hollowness had been there since you died and hollowed further when his daughter had as well, crumpling his once self. the mere time you two had together was cut short and he blamed it on miles dumbly. his own emotions blinding him to put the blame on the poor boy who’s just trying to save his dad now.

“she would’ve stopped the collider before it would have ever been off. spot wouldn’t exist and none of this wouldn’t have happened.” he punctuates every single word, holding himself back as miles tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, only for him to slam him down again for the boy to listen to him. he ignores the yells from peter and gwen pleading for him to let miles go yet he pesters further, determined to let it all out.

“and she—“ he tries to find the words for you, remembering every single detail and every conversation you had with him. his mind flashing memories of that glint in your eyes when you passionately tell him about something you liked and how you would get this look of awe when he says or asks something about it. how kind and caring you are to him even though you barely knew each other before. remembering the time when he observed from afar as you swung around the neighborhood, bringing smiles on every person’s face, bringing it to him as well. and he regretted so much for not ever telling you about how you made him smile. miles’ eyes widened seeing this new look of vulnerability on miguel’s face as he stops struggling for a moment in surprise. miguel blinks, shaking his head as all came weighing down. you, his daughter, everyone, the multiverse as his own voice cracks despite the searing anger laced within it.

“she was everything.“

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fhrlclln · 10 months

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hi I saw u were doing Miguel O'Hara requests, can u do masc or Gn reader x Miguel and him reacting to you being super motherly/fatherly to a kitten

miguel o’hara x gn! reader

OOOH THIS IS CUTEEEE and i made the kitten to be spider-cat lol hope u don’t mind anon HAHAHSHSH.

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the soft purring and gentle cooing from the lounge in the headquarters caught miguel’s sensitive hearing as he quirks a brow at it. it was odd to hear some commotion inside the headquarters this late at night when all recruits were at home in their respective dimensions, only a few lounging somewhere in the cafeteria sure but certainly not at this time at night.

“aww, you’re just the cutest little thing aren’t you!” your voice echoed throughout the room, causing miguel to stop in his tracks.

“you’re just a baby, a lil teeny-weeny baby, yes you are—“ the pitch of your tone heightened at this nauseating squeal of some sort as he takes a look st what’s going on in there.

well, there you are, rocking his recruit in your arms as if it was a baby. too distracted you were to notice miguel standing by the hall as you continued petting spider-cat, making sure to rub his chin as he purred in your grasp as you smiled widely hearing the pleasing sounds coming from him. miguel watches in amusement as he stays there, seeing you sway gently, humming some tune, a lullaby maybe. the damn cat was loving it as miguel rolls his eyes, maybe a lil jealous you’re so soft with the cat. but you look cute, maybe extra cuter if you had a baby in your grasp— nope. miguel stops himself from thinking that embarrassingly as he interrupts, knocking on the wall to get your attention and spider-cat’s. a little smug in the inside as he sees the cat hiss at the interruption but he remains passive in his expression.

“don’t baby my recruit too much. 999, get back to work.” miguel points to the cat as you huff at him.

“now.” he commands as spider-cat hops off your arms disappointed, glaring at miguel.

“oh miguel, he needed some good rubs after a hard mission, am i right?” you frowned and pouted as spider-cat gave a affirming meow with that as miguel sighed as you walk alongside him, interlocking your arm with his as you waved bye to the little kitty. laughing a little hearing the grumpy mumbles from the man beside you as you pinch his large bicep.

“you don’t give me that after missions.“

“you’re so grumpy.”

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he lil jealous ‘s all <3

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hellfire club | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> mike and dustin are begging for you to play as a stand-in for DnD at their club tonight. you accept, not wanting to watch the championship. yet, who knew arriving early and meeting hellfire’s infamous club president would ensue one hella of a night for you as well, hm?

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> smutty smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, protected sex, fingering, spitting? i also kinda have a thing for his large rings hehe)

WC -> 4,249

a/n : this is my first eddie fanfic and this man hasn’t given me a rest on my daydreaming so i had to write smut for him for the first time. deadass. T_T

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“oh, come on! one game, y/n. one game!” mike pleaded, hands clasped together as dustin was also begging, yet he was on his knees, hands clasped together also. your eyebrows were scrunched together looking at the two freshmens in utter disbelief, perhaps. you could almost laugh seeing these two little sheeps resort in begging for a game of DnD. you weren’t exactly a kind of a person in people’s eyes to play this ‘demonic’ game as the papers say. however, you were hooked, played a couple a few times with the boys. clearly, you didn’t give a shit of what some people might say about it. it was just harmless fun after all.

“get up, dustin. alright, i’ll play. just so you know, i’m still on the newbie side, alright?” their eyes lit up with such hope on it, masking over the fear after the five minutes of begging and pleading as they now erupted into cheers and thanks, trying to hug you but you moved away. it looked like your answer was the key to their sole problem and you wondered how serious was this club? “who’s the leader? of your club? seriously, getting you two to beg for someone to play in.” you asked, not liking the idea that this one upper batch was scaring the shit out of these poor kids just for a game.

“you are the most holy of the fucking holy, y/n. thank you so much.” dustin bowed, hands up like he was worshipping you. mike nudged him with his elbow as dustin yelped, stopping eventually. fearing you would change your mind.

“it’s eddie. eddie munson. he’s in your class.” mike answered, exaggerating his last words. “lucas bailed out because he had to play for the championship tonight.” mike explained, rolling his eyes, sighing as you didn’t ask why. “—but hey, eddie’s a chill dude. there’s nothing to worry about.” mike assured as dustin nodded along excitedly. you were skeptical, you heard of eddie. he was in your class yet barely you had batted an eye to him. you did heard of him, not in the good way, of course. some of your classmates bought weed from him and other things stronger than that, he’s a drug dealer and supposedly a ‘freak’. you couldn’t care less of what he is, as long as the boys were happy and safe being friends with him, you were content.

“i’m holding on to you on that, wheeler. if he’s an ass once i meet him tonight, i’m bailing as well. you got it?” you warned them. tone strict as they both curtly nodded in understanding. “alright, piss off. enjoy freshmen year.” you ushered, tone turning soft at the two as you gestured them to leave you alone, finally opening your locker for the next class.

“yes, mother! thank you!” dustin shouted as you gave him the finger before finally heading into the crowd. you shake your head at them, a grin forming on your lips as you gripped the binder in your hands. two years have passed, they still look like the same little middle school kids running towards you every single day. harrington and robin had invited you to watch the championship this night, yet you declined not really liking watching a bunch of sweaty jocks throw a ball in a laundry hoop. nancy was going as well, of course for the school paper, now leaving you alone. you didn’t really have any exciting nights these past few days, bored out of wits and your family annoying the brains out of you. so maybe, maybe you anticipated something else just this once, tonight.

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anticipation ran through your veins as sweat beaded the insides of your palms. your binder was hugged against your chest as you looked around the empty hallway to find no mike or dustin around. you were early, early the fact that you could hear ozzy osbourne’s voice blasting inside the club room, followed by heavy guitar streams and rhythm of the beats. so he’s a black sabbath fan? you dig some rock genre as well, more of a queen or kiss is your preference to jam along and blast it in harrington’s car though. you sighed at yourself, realizing you wasted 15 fucking minutes of waiting for the two sheeps as you already felt awkward standing in front of the door. where are they at?

fuck it. you think, rolling your eyes at yourself as you opened the door of the club room. going in, meant you had to be alone with eddie munson himself and socializing was not a strong factor of yours. dim lights showered before you, you were met with the props from every musical play that was orchestrated in the drama club and also the familiar stage lights. it was not bad, bit clustered but this hellfire club looked promising as you spotted the long table and several other necessities for the night messily laying on top. your eyes darted as the loud blast of music faded, the curly dried locks of brown hair appeared as you were now face front with eddie himself. he was jamming along, seeming to make guitar movements and banging his head like any rocker fan. huh. your heart beats, chest tightening noticing that he didn’t know you were here which meant you had to get his attention.

“munson?” you tested, raising your voice a bit. in which no response was uttered as he was still looking away from you. “eddie munson?” you raised your voice higher and tapped the table as he now jumped from his supposed throne or seat and looked to your direction. you stared at him as he as well stared directly back at you, the face of bewilderment slowly taking his expression. he’s kinda cute.

“y/l/n.” he almost shouted your last name, turning his speaker down as he arose from his seat to walk over towards you with a cheeky grin on his lips. “well, well, what the fuck are you doing at hellfire? championship’s at the other side.” he asked, arms crossed as the scent of his musty cologne hit your nose, the distance between the two of you a bit closer than intended. you looked up at him as he towered before you with now a smirk on his damn face. a little bit of a annoying prick. you thought as you broke eye contact with him, feeling a bit flustered. was he always this handsome up close?

“mike and dustin invited me. said you needed a stand-in since sinclair is at the game.” you responded, shrugging. hands fidgeting as your fingers clenched and unclenched.

“so it has. i never expected it’d be you.” he murmured, his hand raising to his chin as his fingers tapped his lips seeing his eyes roam up and down at your figure. he was observing you or probably checking you out, yet your eyes turned to see his rings gleaming under the spotlights. big hands. you noted, blushing at evident attractiveness you now realized you had for munson. and you couldn’t quiet understand how you haven’t even noticed him at all while in school. well maybe for the fact he often likes to ditch some classes so maybe that’s the reason.

“any problem?” you asked, unsure whether he had approved of you.

he hummed, smiling now as he shake his head. “nah. nah. you’re cool. henderson and wheeler picked well.” he gestured to you. one movement of his arms had your observant eyes dart to his collarbone seeing the collar of his shirt reveal a tattoo. you gulped, thighs unknowingly clenching together, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought of if he had more hiding under that hellfire t-shirt. shit.

“i-i’m still a bit uneasy playing with other people so maybe not too well.” you muttered, embarrassed.

“ain’t that a shame? well we can get to know each other while we’re at it, hm?” eddie suggested, a smile formed on your lips as you know damn well what you’ve just gotten yourself into. “of course, if you want to, m’lady.” he bowed with much dignity.

“i’d like that.” your voice dropped to an octave. if nancy, robin or even fucking steve and the boys were here they’d be yelling their ass off, of how your voice sounded right now. you were smitten, too smitten and you had to thank those two dweebs for pushing you to agree for this night. your binder was placed on the table, long forgotten, you couldn’t exactly count the minutes that had passed as you just talked with the guy. he spewed some jokes and some heavily introductions about himself. he was sitting on his throne as you stood before him with a smile on your face, you hadn’t expected eddie munson to be actually a chill dude as mike had said. too chill that you actually hadn’t realize your annoyance had fled.

“you were the buzz cut kid?” you laughed, asking in disbelief how he told you he didn’t looked like his style now before and that mentioned he had a killer buzz cut.

“fuck off, i rocked that buzz cut.” eddie chuckled. “and not to mention i didn’t have these sweet killer tattoos back then. so yeah, you might have not recognize me one bit until today.” he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing more as what you expected. your eyes roamed downwards, admiring the second tattoo shown before you as your eyes darted to his forearm to see one big tat. a sudden shift of movement made you look back up to his face. brown honey orbs staring back at you with same heat as your gaze was. and it clicked, your throat felt dry at the realization of the moment. you gulped, feeling the same wave of heat covered your very body. he leaned forward, still focused on your face as a smirk grazed his lips. you couldn’t exactly tell how tight it felt you were in your clothes the moment he had laid his eyes on you so intensely, erotically almost. you bit your lip, anticipation again running through your mind. the evident heat between your legs becoming so uncomfortable you could whine about how he was so slow making the first move of fucking you here and now. come on, munson.

“you like this one?” he whispered, snapping you out of your drunken trance, eyes darting to his forearm as he showed it in all it’s fucking glory. your mouth constricted, flustered seeing as his veins bulged out how he clenched his fists to show you it, looking so smug and cocky right now. you held in a breath as your eyes surveyed it, admiring how it fitted his whole style and all.

“i do.” you whispered, smiling as you bended down to his level, feeling bold enough to actually touch his tattooed skin. you felt him shiver underneath the tips of your cold fingers, tracing every line and detail up to his biceps and seeing more, making you so curious. it was your turn to smirk, satisfied. “it’s pretty cool.” you muttered, blushing before finally looking back at him to see his reaction. face so close, you hadn’t realize how much friendly space you taken up between the two of you.

“so you like tattooed dudes, huh?” he boldly asked, instead of blushing he was smirking more than ever. your cheeks heated, staring back at his brown orbs before panicking in the inside to form some response.

you stuttered. “well i— … you don’t have to know that.” you pouted, now pulling yourself back to stand. he caught your wrist, pulling you back to his level. your breath hitched, feeling the boldness radiate from him.

“you gotta answer, baby. no need to be shy.” butterflies ensued, the cold touch of his rings almost pushing you to the breaking point of kissing him. you held his gaze, trying somewhat not to show how he had this effect on you. in which, really, you swore it was very evident since the moment you smiled at him. for a moment of bliss, he had let go of your wrist, chuckling. “all jokes. so, are we cool? i gotta welcome you in the club first of all.”

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes at him as you stood up. “yes.” you answered as he now stood up as well, his ringed hand before you as he smiled.

“perfect.” he muttered, his eyes seeming to hold a glint in them still staring into yours. you tilt your head up a bit, cheeks feeling so hot as he took a step closer. you were so sure you thought he had understood the points of your mindless flirting, anticipation was coursing through your veins as you accepted his hand in a firm grip. now looking at him with battering eyelashes and doe lustful eyes as he understood now. “welcome to hellfire, baby.”

in one swift moment, he leaned in and crashed his lips to yours. rough and demanding as you encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down for more. you were so greedy as you tried to map out every shape of his mouth onto yours. his hands went to your hips as he squeezed them experimentally. you moaned, the heat in your legs pressed against his, chest pressed together as your breasts rubbed against his broad chest. you panted, desperately needing some form of friction from him. he groaned between your lips as he guided the two of you to his rightful throne. your thighs were placed either side of hips, clothed cunt above his crotch, hands now roaming his clothed chest.

“eager, eager y/n.” eddie chuckled, biting the bottom of your lip as you gasped feeling his two large hands cup your ass, roughly yanking them down to grind yourself on his lap. “you think i haven’t seen the way your fucking thighs were rubbing every moment we were talking, hm? getting all so worked-up for me, baby?” he whispered, peppering sloppy kisses against your jaw as you mewled at the sensation, your head tilting back as he gladly latched his teeth on your exposed neck. he nipped, sucked, you let him leave marks, not caring at the moment as you felt his hard prick grow harder at every second he was teasing you.

“eddie.” your hands gripped his shaggy hair as he let out a surprising moan. “please.” you begged, wanting more than to take of your clothes off, to feel his skin on yours and his cock inside of you. you could not wait any second as he shifted under you, breath hot against your cheek as he pecked it before slapping your ass, making you arch your back a bit.

“on the floor, y/n. come on, i’d eat the shit out of you first, beautiful.” he mutters, tapping your thighs. you held no protest as the desperation between your legs were begging for him to touch them now. your ass thumped as you laid on the floor, sprawled with eagerness in your eyes as you shrugged off the bottom of your clothes. he kneeled down, admiring the way how you looked right now. he yanked the article of clothing and tossed it of somewhere before setting his eyes to his wrapped prize between your legs.

“look at you. such desperation isn’t good.” he teased and chuckled, fingers gripping harshly the flesh of your inner thighs. you bit your lip seeing as he laid promising kisses slowly, easing his way up as he fan his breath against your dripping core. his eyes were wide-blown, pupils dilated, pussy drunken at the sight of a wet spot on the center of your cotton panties. he licked his lips, looking up for a moment as he saw you as the same as his. waiting, eyes hazy, waiting for him to devour the shit out of you. he grinned, his hand wrapped firmly above your hips, trapping you as he practically ripped off the obstacle of clothing. you yelped, feeling the fabric pull against your skin, his hot breaths now directly fanning against your pussy as eddie stared at it for a moment. his heart thumped and his cock screamed, you watch as he spat on his ringed fingers and proceeded to roughly shove in two digits into your awaiting cunt. you almost screamed yet held yourself back, gripping the brown locks as your thighs clenched his face.

“munson! oh my god.” you slurred, back arching like a cat. with much so eagerness, he pressed a loving kiss near your core before indulging himself as he licked a trip at your entrance, making you mewl. euphoria flowed through every vein inside your body, hands still gripping tightly the brown locks of his hair. your eyes closed feeling every lap of his wet tongue lavish your needy pussy, dripping hot, wet and obscene as you grind yourself on his face. he gave every lick as he circled your clit with a moan, loving the way how you tasted, tart on his tongue and so very much giddy how you were enjoying it from up there.

“so fucking good. taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” he praised, curling his fingers making you whine. the familiar knot in your stomach slowly started to form as he continued to finger fuck you while lapping like a starved man making you clench so hard, ready to come. with every lick, every pump of his fingers, his cold rings touching your entrance, you felt it slowly building as you arched your back more making your ass lift up a bit in the air. eddie growled, his large arm above your hips as he slammed you back down roughly before detaching his whole mouth out with a wet pop, and fingers pulled out from your needy pussy.

“eddie! no, no, please—“ your eyes watered, your high was coming and he denied it with amusement in his face. you watch, with whining noises escaping your mouth as you opened your legs to show him your deprived pussy. “please…”

“you’re not coming until you come on my cock, you got it?” he licked his fingers clean, evident of your arousal coating the tips of his fingers to his large rings. you nodded, your pupil blown eyes staring at him, how holy he looked as he fumbled with his jeans and grabbed something from his pocket. “knew i’d use it.” he smiles to himself, fishing out the condom, flashing it towards you with a cheeky grin before he proceeded to pull down the zipper making you laugh for a moment. eddie winked at you, adoration in his eyes as he leaned down before your frame as he kissed you finally. you groaned at the sensation, your hands greedily raking his back before pulling his shirt up a bit to feel his soft skin. your fingertips glided, moaning between his lips as you felt his tip nudge your clit.

“stop it with the slowburn, i’m dying here.” you complained, grinding your core up to rub on his bare cock and taking a quick peep to see how fucking big he is. his cock was generously big in girth, huge as ever. tip was flushing bright red and you wondered how the fuck your cunt could take a champ like that for a moment.

“patience now.” he murmured, hands braced at the side of your face as he finally took you so slowly. he entered, with experimental strokes as he growled at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. “sweet baby jesus. fucking hell.” he groaned out, forehead pressed against yours as sweat coiled your still clothed bodies. one of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as the other leverage himself. he started a pace, trying to get every reaction and noise out of you as he lovingly stared in your eyes. you stared back at him, lips pouty and red from his lavish attentions. you could feel it, the same feeling of butterflies inside your tummy as you arched feeling his cock rub every wall inside your cunt.

“it feels so good.” you praised, pecking his lips as your nails dig the flesh of his broad back. he growled, catching your lips again as he started to pound harder, your legs were sprawled open, ass barely touching the ground as he continued to thrust mercilessly with no intention of stopping. his hair brush against your face as you hold onto him tightly, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute. he knew it, knew the spot he hit as he hit it repeatedly as you sobbed at the overstimulating feeling.

“such a good cunt. so fucking good, all pretty for me. good fucking pussy, all mine, mine, mine—“ he messily spew praises against your lips, your walls clamped hard, your high nearing as ever. he groaned loudly, hissing as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. his thrusts almost pushed you up at such power as his cock nudge the spot over and over again. you gasped, heart fluttering, eyes rolling back as hot white sparks made you whine loudly. you grind up, catching the amazing orgasm as eddie fucking moaned. the hard rock music in the backgrounded faded as you heard him mutter every word he could muster before finally coming with one hard stroke of his dick. he gasped as well, spilling himself inside the condom, your gummy walls milking him out as guitar streams grew louder as ever. you panted, not minding his death grip on your hips. you softly caressed his sweaty back, coaxing him out of his high. his breath was hot against your neck, making you rub your face on his frizzy locks. he smelled good, good that the scent of sex was now overwhelming the air around the two of you.

“i think my knees gave out. shit, fuck—“ eddie suddenly spoke, groaning, still inside of you. “best fucking sex, goddamn.”

“i know.” you lazily grinned as he lifted himself up. “what a way to welcome me in, munson.” you smiled, joking as he huffed and laughed. you were still a bit shaking as eddie helped you up to sit. he tossed your pants back as you gladly thanked him. a moment of silence enveloped the two of you as he finally looked presentable, hair still sweaty on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed and you admired him for being so cute, reminding you he had just fucked you to the oblivion. he caught your stare, smiling as pecked your lips.

“it’s not too late to actually ask you out, is it?” eddie asked, voice low and shy. you stared at him, mouth a bit open as your tummy churn in excitement. “so, would you like me to take you out for dinner after this? that cheesy thing people do and maybe we can also— you know.”

“i would love to.” you answered quickly, you already liked him and there’s was no intention you had just wanted the sex and all.

“fuck. okay. i’m a bit awkward with all of this. this is cool.” you laughed seeing him so bashful, you grabbed his shirt to kiss him one more time. his lips moulded over yours, slow and sensational, perfect it was. you broke away, patting his chest before proceeding to find your shredded undergarment and to find it nowhere. you panicked, the realization of mike, dustin and the others were now on your mind as you frantically searched for it. hoping, it wasn’t laying somewhere that they’ll see it as you just pulled your pants up for your modesty. you suddenly looked up to the cheeky bastard, seeing some amusement behind his eyes as he watched you.

you glared. “where’s my panties, eddie?”

mike and dustin were scared seeing no sign of you in the hallway. they were scared knowing eddie would freak out if they didn’t have sub tonight. “where the fuck is y/n?” dustin asked, voice trembling. fearing you bailed on them.

“i don’t fucking know! shit.” mike sighed as they spotted the other three members of hellfire coming in now. they collected themselves, taking deep breaths as they followed in. praying to the gods eddie wasn’t revved up as usual. your voice followed their ears, dustin eyes were wide at the scene as mike followed his gaze to see you sat down on the table in-front of eddie, happily chatting with their leader. who, in fact, looked so giddy as well making their eyes wide.

“you’re early, y/n.” dustin called you out, his nervousness slowly dying from his system. you turned your head to the boys, smiling as eddie’s hand was resting on your thigh as you stood up from your place. “too early, in fact.” dustin added, shifting his gaze between munson and you suspiciously.

“i am. i was just welcomed into hellfire.” you winked at them. mike grimaced as dustin nodded unknowingly.

“and we we’re just getting to know each other very well. ain’t that right, baby?” eddie added, smiling widely. you looked down to him, eyes slightly widening as he flashed your ripped panties before you, it was tucked safely inside his pocket. he had a devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips. teasing you so bad. fucking bastard. you thought, thighs clenching again, fearing the boys knew what happened now.

but, at least that it was indeed one hella of a night for you and him.

i am a slut for eddie. <3

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