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Pairings: Kurt Kunkle x Bud Lee!Fem!reader
Summary: Your brother Bobby never seemed to like him, though you had always had a little crush on Kurt.
Warnings: Kurt in himself, suggestive teasing, Bobby bullying Kurt, kissing, mention of cumming in pants. Little bit of hand stuff while clothed
A/N: small blurb of my baby.
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The microwave beeped as you listened to the yelling from upstairs.
"Kurt just get out of my shot! none of my followers wanna see your stupid face!"
You frowned at the silence that followed that last comment, taking your noodles and mixing in the melted cheese, humming to yourself before going back to your room.
"But you said you were going to promote my channel" You heard Kurt argue lightly, sounding so sad you could almost picture the look on his face.
big brown eyes blown wide, bottom lip pouted, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
You recall overhearing Bobby promising to give Kurt a shout-out; in fact, you recall him promising that all the time, his words always falling flat as he continued to disappoint Kurt.
"No, I didn't, why are you even here? No one invited you, get out of my house, Kurt, stop being such a fucking wannabe loser" Your brother yelled at his former babysitter.
You were at the end of the hall when you heard Bobby's door open, a saddened Kurt coming out, phone raised in hand, looking like he was fighting back tears.
You paused in front of your room, watching as he mumbled to his stream, you frowned, taking a step foward.
"Hey, Kurtie!"
He glanced up at your voice, the nickname you had given him since forever, causing the oh-so familiar blush to rise on his cheeks.
He swallowed, lowering his phone as he blinked in your direction.
"H-Hey!"
You offered a smile, beaming at him as you practically bounced over to him by the stairs.
"What'cha doing?"
He opened his mouth, pausing for a moment as he glanced at his phone, lowering it even more.
"Oh, Uh- just gonna go home, getting a bit tired, might do some sprees..." he answered, sounding unsure of himself.
"Oh," you tilted your head "I was hoping you'd wanna hang out...maybe do something fun?"
You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat, blinking furiously as he looked down at his stream.
You stood there for a moment, waiting for an answer from the young man in front of you.
When he looked up, meeting your eyes, he looked almost shocked.
"You really wanna...hang out?" He questioned "...with me?"
You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand to drag him towards your room.
"C'mon cutie" you grinned, shutting the door behind him
He cleared his throat "uh...what?"
You giggled softly, tilting your head.
He always was so clueless when it came to your advanced.
Never quite understanding what your looks meant, words going in one ear and out the other.
Frustrating all the while cute.
"I said come on Kurtie" you lied, making your way over to your desk to put your food down.
Your ears perked up at the sound of the robotic voice coming from his chat.
Dude she just called you cute
You turned to him, watching a frown etch on his features, looking down at him phone that back up at you.
You stepped forward, reaching your hand out for his phone.
"How about we turn that off, huh? No reason why they should be watching us watch a movie, right?"
He opened his mouth, stuttering nonsense before you shushed him softly.
"You can always stream later, right? Just for an hour, take a little break from your little friends, spend some time with me"
You could see the hears turning slowly in his head at your words, trying to make up his mind.
On one hand, he only just started his stream when he got to your place, no more than 15 minutes ago, and on the other, he would really like to hang out with you.
You're not exactly cool like Bobby, not at famous, but at least you were nicer, actually wanted him there, or so it seemed.
So when you huffed and crossed your arms, he panicked.
"Or you could just go home"
He shook his head "no, no it's fine...I can't turn it off..."
You beamed in glee, grabbing onto his arm to drag him towards your bed.
You shuffled up to the headboard getting under the covers as he logged off the stream, bidding a cringe-worthy goodbye before turning his phone off, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your mattress, looking around.
Wasn't at big as Bobby's, he noted, nothing extravagant, and as much as he could know- you.
You chuckled at his uncomfortable state, feeling a bit guilty.
Did he feel like he couldn't leave?
Did he feel like you were forcing him?
You held your breath, looking at his back before fiddling with your thumbs.
"Did you wanna go?" You asked softly, looking away from him right as he looked back at you, shaking his head.
"No, no I wanna be here...with you"
Meeting his eyes once more, you smiled gently, patting the place beside you
"So did you wanna come up here or no?"
He blinked, looking at the spot beside you before giving you a simple nod, stiff limbs slowly making their way over to you, staying over the top of your blanket.
Laughing, you grab the remote on your nightstand, dropping it on his lap.
"You can choose what to watch, baby" you spoke quickly, the pet name slipping from your tongue subconsciously
He snapped his head in your direction, eyes blown wide, mouth hung open.
You lifted your hand to close his jaw, patting his cheek weakly.
"I'll give you a reason to open your mouth later honey" you teased mercifully, watching in reply time as his soul left his body.
"Well- uh- I- uh, what?" He stammered
"Oh come on, Kurtie..." you tilted your head shifting closer, you fingers tracing over the moles on his cheekbones.
"Come on what?" He questioned curiously, shifting his body to fully face you, almost like he wasn't believing the situation.
"Northing, I'm just waiting for you to pick a movie" you shrugged, pulling the covers closer to you.
He hummed in response, seemingly to be in his head as he clicks on nextflix, going through different categories "are you sure I can pick...we can watch whatever you want to"
You tsked, shuffling just a little closer until your shoulder pressed against his.
You heard his breath hitch in his throat as he crossed his legs together.
"You ok?" You wondered, fingers finding the cuff of his hoodie sleeve, tugging, and pulling at it.
"Yeah, of course" he answered quickly, a little too quickly.
You smiled weakly, hand sliding down his wrist to touch the pads of his fingertips, slowly interlocking them with yours.
"No...I mean about before" you started "I heard Bobby yelling at you...you don't deserve that"
He went quiet, gaze locked on your hands pressed together.
He felt his throat close up, palms sweating against yours.
"It's ok...I pushed him...he didn't mean it"
You looked at him, really, really looked at him, seeing the softness in his eyes, the slight quiver of his bottom lip, the flare of his nose.
"Bobby doesn't deserve you, Kurt, you didn't do anything wrong" you reassured him.
"He's my friend" he said weakly, like he was unsure of himself too.
"I know, but maybe you need to take a break from that turd...hang out with me for a while"
"We're hanging out now?"
You giggled "no...like...we're friends right?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise "we're friends?"
"Of course we are, Kurt, more than friends"
He seemed confused at your words, eyebrows furrowing deeply, creasing his soft skin.
"Well not more than friends, but, you know?" You spoke hurriedly
"Sure..yeah"
You licked your lips, feeling the shake of his fingers.
"We could be more than friends though" you suggested, holding back your tone to not sound too eager.
Youve come so far to scare him off now.
He frowned in confusion "we could?"
With a nod, you grinned at him, giving a small squeeze to his hand.
"Of course...I mean, you're so cute how could I not want that?" You sighed dreamily, looking into the pair of eyes that were now clearly avoiding yours "do you want that?"
He stilled next to you, free hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.
"Well- I know you're- you're really pretty" he started weakly "and- and I have thought about it-"
"You have!? Kurtie I knew it"
"I just didn't think you'd-"
"Of course I would, are you kidding?"
Silence filled your bedroom again, and you began to grow aware of the clamminess of his hand against yours, fiercely sweating in your hold.
It was so pathetic.
He was such a loser.
But God did you want him so bad.
"Kurt?" You mumbled, shifting your body to face him more as he sat back against the headboard.
"Yeah" he replied smally, Adams apple bobbing in his throat.
"Do you think I could...kiss you?" You wondered hopefully, eyes gaze dropping to his pretty lips, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
The gears visibly turned in his head, halting every movement in his bones.
"You want- yes! Yeah..you can...if you want to, really?"
"Only if you want to, you know I care about you, right? I'd never force you to anything you do want to do"
He nodded frantically, perking up "no! I want to! I want to- please"
You smirked as he moved closer to you, eyes wide and full of what you could only call desperation.
"Yeah?" You hummed, letting go of his hand to cup his cheek, pinching it gently just to watch him squirm.
"Uh huh" he agreed giddily, leaning towards your hand subconsciously, eyes going hazy as he looks over you.
You were about to speak when you watched him close his eyes, lips just barely puckering, leaning forward just an inch to let you know he was ready.
You stifled back a laugh at him, shaking your head at his stupidity, leaning in anyway.
When your lips met his, you finally let yourself close your eyes, being in the moment to feel the tingle of his mouth.
As soft as it was sweet, he quickly became sloppy, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
His lips were wet, warm but oddly...cold at the same time.
You gasped against him as his kisses grew more frantic and wet, tongue grazing across your lips in a way that did not seem intentional.
In a way that let you know he's never kissed anyone before. But you were already 80% sure of that by now.
Especially as his hands grabbed at your forearms, not hard, not pulling, just desperately.
It was like he was possessed as he pulled you closer, hands leaving your arms to pathetically grab at your waist, fingers softly digging into the plush on your sides.
You pulled away, needing to breathe for a minute as he tried to lean back in.
You put your fingertips on his lips, guiding him backwards as you sighed.
"Calm down, baby...getting a little a little ahead of yourself, huh?" You teased, running your tongue over your lips, gathering his saliva to clean your mouth off.
He pouted animatedly "was it not okay?"
"No" you denied "it was good baby, great. Just...let me take the lead, yeah?"
He nodded along, instantly leaning forward to press his lips on yours, as if another second away would physically pain him.
With a surprised hum, you leaned closer, letting him kiss you for a minute before taking the ropes, reaching up to tug at the hair on the back of his neck.
You smiled into the kiss as he let out tiny little whines and moans at every little tug and run of your tongue against his.
You let your free hand drift lower, cascading down his chest to his lower stomach, stopping at the waistline of his pants.
You didn't think he noticed your advances until his hips buckled up, rubbing against your hand stupidly.
You let your hand press the growing buldge in his shorts, swallowing his needy moan as he rolled his hips, jutting against you.
It wasn't long before he was fully hard under his clothes, thrusting upwards as you rubbed and circled the area.
His lips never left yours as you shifted closer, taking his bottom lip and sucking on it.
It took one little squeeze of his buldge for his hips to halt, whines dragging out and tongue licking into your mouth lazily.
Your eyes opened after realising how he had stilled, feeling a warmth on your hand.
Pulling back, chest almost heaving, you looked down, noticing his shorts a little darker, looking a little damp to the touch.
Meeting his eyes, you sighed at the blown wide expression on his face, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
You stifled a giggle "did you just-"
"-Thank you" he cut you off.
You tilted your head "for what, baby?"
"That was good...nice" he replied cutely, resting his head back against the wall.
You looked around the room, suddenly feeling a little awkward, but gazing back to him, all that washed away as he stayed there looking so perfectly calm.
Lashes fluttering against his skin, lips parted just enough for him to breathe.
"You're welcome, Kurt" you spoke softly, teaching over him for the remote he had discarded. "So that movie, huh?"
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Don't know if I like this but oh well, need to get it out my drafts.
ignore my bad editing skills, I'll do anything to avoid AI slop. (Cause back in my day (2020) we used an app called PICSART)
Very shit but who cares
Took five minutes each, so it's not a masterpiece (these types of edits never are) but just a little taste of spidey Steve is enough to fuel my need for him.
ignore my bad editing skills, I'll do anything to avoid AI slop. (Cause back in my day (2020) we used an app called PICSART)
Very shit but who cares
Took five minutes each, so it's not a masterpiece (these types of edits never are) but just a little taste of spidey Steve is enough to fuel my need for him.
sorry if someone has already asked but how do you get inspiration for your fics? i love writing fics but i’ve been struggling so much with coming up with ideas lately. head is totally empty atp. oh, look, there goes my last tumbleweed of a thought
Honestly I dont really know.
Sometimes it's songs with a good meaning.
But mostly im just in my head a lot, I can't go to sleep without imagining things so I let my head kind of just take me from there and somehow I use that in fics.
I haven't really had motivation lately so it's harder to get inspiration, but the other day I was scrolling on tiktok and it was facts about medieval jesters and I just pictured Eddie so I made the headcannon post about that cause it gave me ideas.
Also there's just so many different au's to use if you get caught in a writers block, endless ideas that have so many possibilities, and you can stem so many fics from them.
AND ALSO.
Going on pinterest.
Having a visual to see helps a lot, like a really cute cafe? Great how do they meet there?
Jester!Eddie Munson doing everything in his power to flatter the princess without crossing the boundaries of your father, the king.
Jester!Eddie who wears his best motley in hopes to catch your eye every time he's called to the throne room.
Jester!Eddie who creates the perfect melodies to play on his lute for your family, hiding in little lyrics of his affection for you.
Jester!Eddie who almost lost his life under the power of your father because of a joke that didn't land the way he intended.
^ he was given a second chance if he was able to amuse you. He thought he was for sure a goner but when you laughed hysterically at his come-back, a little part of him thought- hoped it wasn't just because he was funny- but because you didn't want him to be executed.
Jester!Eddie practising his best material in his free time to make sure he's perfected every joke, song, story, even working on improvising and digs at the king he could use.
Jester!Eddie who notices small things about you, quirks, habits and the faces you make, thinking about how you are the most precious thing his cynical eyes have ever seen.
Jester!Eddie who watches from the window as you wander the gardens outside, taking note of the flowers you stop by the longest.
Jester!Eddie who doesn't notice your lingering stares.
Jester!Eddie whose attitude gets snappier when he overhears suitorships for you, wishing he was of a higher rank to even be considered.
Jester!Eddie who tells a story of how a beautiful princess falls in love for a lesser- a poverty man- a slave- an amuser- a fool, pouring his heart out in the tale, his heart crumbling apart when your entire family stumbles over laughing, curling over in their seats.
^ not even daring to look over at you- if he had, he would have found soft, almost confused- but compassionate eyes.
Jester!Eddie who falls apart when you risk touching his gloved hand, almost tenderly, whispering a compliment on his services, stuttering in response.
"I- i would do anything for you-r family...your highness"
You giggled softly, catching onto what he truly wanted to say.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, SoftDom!Eddie, Oral Sex (f receiving), Female Ejaculation/Squirting, Brief Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk (Literal FILTH. You’ve been warned), Digital Penetration/Fingering, Clit Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Face Riding (If you squint), Sexual/Suggestive Language, Profanity/Swearing. I think that’s it?
Credit: Dividers by @cafekitsune
A/N: This part picks up immediately after part one. Also, not proof-read. Will edit later.
I tired to remember everyone who asked to be tagged but there was a lot of people. If I didn’t tag you, pls lmk so that I can add you again. I could’ve possibly missed you.
Thank you so so so much for 1.6k. Enjoy part two 💕
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“That’s right, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Keep rubbing it for me.”
You let Eddie’s raspy voice fill your ears as you rub your clit in slow circles, obeying his orders as he watches.
“That’s it, angel. Thaaaat’s it. You’re so fucking hot, you know that? Mmm…Yeah, I bet you do know that, don’t you? Of course you do, sweetheart. This tight fucking body. This pretty….fucking…pussy. And you’re rubbing it all for me. Fuck….”
You let out a whimper, it all becoming so heated while you watch the man that you have fantasized about for so long play with your boobs. Touching, squeezing, kneading them.
“Eddie…” You whine, watching him smirk down at you.
“Don’t worry, sweet thing.” He flirts “Just getting you warmed up. Getting this pussy nice and wet for me before I bury my face in it. Can’t wait to taste you, baby. Bet you taste fucking sweet, don’t you?”
You don’t know what it was that compelled you to but you nodded. You wanted him to be right. You wanted to be everything that he expected you to be- and more. You wanted to please him. You wanted him just as addicted to you as you were to him.
“Finger yourself.” He growls, staring at you before bringing his gaze down to your cunt that was growing wetter and sloppier by the second. His dirty encouragements turning you on more and more. “C’mon baby. I wanna see you stretch that tight little pussy out before I fucking eat it, sweetheart. Want you stuffed full while I watch you.”
You obey, looking into Eddie’s eyes as you ran your fingertips from your clit and down through your slick folds, collecting your wet arousal. You slowly insert two fingers into your soaking cunt, pushing them in as Eddie watches. Your breathing hitches as Eddie groans, roughly pinching your nipples between the pads of his forefingers and thumbs.
“Shit..” He hisses “Good girl. Go deeper for me, sweetheart. Show me how you like it.”
You felt like you were in a trance, watching him play with your tits as you obeyed his every word. You slide your fingers out before slowly reinserting them, pushing them in deep enough to reach your knuckles. You begin to curl the tips of your fingers, causing them to brush up against your sweet spot as you gasp.
“Oh my god…” You moan out.
“Mmm…yes.” Eddie replies, his eyes trained on your dripping cunt as he continues playing with your boobs. “Such a pretty fucking pussy. Love seeing you take those fingers nice and deep. Bet you’re thinking about my dick right now, aren’t you? About how much deeper that I could fuck it into you. How you’d drench my fucking cock. Yeah? S’that what’s going on in that head of yours, angel?”
You let out a whine, picking up the pace with your fingers as you fuck your needy hole for him. Anything for him.
“God, you’d get my dick so fucking messy, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Just like you’re making this couch. Fuck, look at you. Soaking the fuck out of the cushions, baby” He tsks.
You look down, your face heating up in embarrassment as you realize that he was right. Your arousal was gushing so much around your fingers that it was dripping down your sex and onto the couch beneath you.
“Fuck, baby, don’t be embarrassed.” Eddie pleads, noticing how bashful you had become all of a sudden “I love it. God, I fucking love it. Get it all messy, baby. All for me. That gorgeous cunt. My god. Sloppy fucking girl…”
Your body can’t help but respond, arching your back as you fuck yourself faster, deeper, harder. You needed more. Your fingers weren’t quite enough.
“Fuck, baby. You gonna cum?” Eddie asks, feeling the way that your chest rose and fell in his hands as your breathing picked up. You nod helplessly as you keep going, still trying to reach that spot.
“‘I’m almost there.” You pant, staring at Eddie- and there was so much to stare at. His gorgeous face, his wild mane tied back in that low bun, his beautiful brown eyes, his lean body that was littered with dark tattoos, the happy trail that descended into his jeans. He was a fucking dream.
“Yeah? What can I do to get you there, angel?” He hums “Tell me what you need.”
“Need you to fill me up. I want…fuck…I want your fingers.” You pleads, eyes lust-blown and hungry.
“Yeah, sweet girl?” He coos “You want my fingers stretching you open? That what you want?”
“Yes.” You squeak “Please?”
“Okay, baby.” He smirks “Put your legs up. Let’s give them a fucking show.”
Eddie helps maneuver your legs into the position that he wanted, your feet up onto the couch with your legs spread open wide- giving the camera the perfect view of your sex.
“Fuck, look at her,” Eddie says, using his right hand to touch you- running his rough, calloused fingers along your heat “She’s fucking aching for me, isn’t she? You’ve got the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. So goddamn gorgeous.”
His praise only serves to get you wetter. God, you were desperate. Any little thing that Eddie said had you wanting more. Wanting to hear him call you beautiful. Wanting to hear him tell you over and over again that your pussy was the prettiest he had ever seen. You wanted to be perfect for him- so fucking perfect.
Just when you were getting lost in your head over thoughts of him, you felt a sudden sting against your core- causing you to gasp. Eddie immediately follows it up by placing his fingers on your clit and rubbing it. He had just spanked your clit.
“Sorry,” He winces “Was that too much?”
“No!” You beg, bucking your hips “Again. Do it again.”
Eddie’s breath catches in his throat as he watches you become needy and desperate under his fingertips. It was so…fucking…hot.
“Oh, you like that?” He growls “You like it when I spank your pussy? Yeah?”
His hand comes down on it again, causing you to squeal before he places his fingers back onto your clit again to rub it soothingly. The action had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Eddie watched, his cock reacting by growing even harder beneath his jeans.
“God, you’re a little freak.” He teases “You gonna be my little freak, baby? You gonna take my fingers, hm? You gonna be a good girl and take what I give you?”
“Yes.” You breathe “Yes, Eddie. Wanna be your good girl. Wanna be so good for you.”
And that almost does it for him. He could’ve came right there in his pants. You could’ve ruined his reputation of being one of the longest-lasting guys in porn and he wouldn’t have even fucking cared. Right now, all he cared about was you. Not his reputation, not the cameras, not everyone watching. You.
“Damn right.” He groans “You’re gonna be my good girl. You know why? ‘Cause good girls get rewarded. Good girls get my fingers. Good girls get to have my dick in their fucking mouth after I’m done making them come. You’re gonna be my good girl, baby. All for me. Right, sweetheart? You gonna be sweet for me?”
“Yes, daddy.” You squeak out. The filter between your brain and your mouth completely disappearing. You had just called him daddy.
And Eddie? He was fucking rock hard.
He had never really had a daddy kink. He wasn’t repulsed by it but it just never really did anything for him. Until now. Until the nickname rolled off of your lips- hot and heavy as his cock began to ache.
“Fuck!” Eddie growls “Say it again.”
“Yes, daddy.” You repeat. You were rewarded with another firm slap to your clit.
“You’re so lucky that this is an oral flick.” Eddie states “Because I’d have you bent over this fucking couch right now fucking pounding you. But that’s okay. Because I get to play with this pussy however I want. However daddy fucking wants, right? Yeah? And you’re gonna take it, sweetheart. Like the sweet girl you are.”
“I want it.” You moan out “Wanna take it for you. Let me have it? Please?”
Eddie Munson had fucked way more girls than he could count. The number of orgasms that he has given were very well into the hundreds. He’s had a few good fucks during his time but not like this- nothing like this. This was sexual fucking napalm. He was fucking aching for you. Practically at your fucking mercy and he wasn’t even inside of you. He had never felt a connection more intense than what he was having with you. He didn’t think that he ever will again. This was a once-in a-lifetime kind of fuck.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He breathes “You can have all of it, good girl. Fuck, I’m all yours, princess. You want me? You want my fingers?”
“Fuck, Eddie, yes!” You moan out, still fingering yourself desperately to his voice. You were so close but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.
“Let me take over, angel.” He orders “Gonna make you feel so good.”
You hastily obey, removing your soaked fingers from your sex as Eddie watches- his eyes practically roll in sheer arousal when he sees how drenched your fingers are. Coated entirely in you. The next thing he says comes straight from his dick and not his head. He was past thinking straight at this point.
“Put them in my mouth.” He growls.
“What?” You ask, a little confused.
“Put your fucking fingers in my mouth. Wanna fuckin’ taste you, c’mon.” He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth as he wraps his lips around your wet digits. His mouth was warm and wet as he swirls his tongue around your fingers, sucking gratefully as he stared into your eyes- indulging in the way you tasted on his tongue. The sight of it was so fucking hot that you could’ve blacked out.
He hums around your fingers, sending a sensation to your core that had you squirming. Then he began sucking on your fingers and you let out a shameless moan that caused the corners of his full mouth to curl into a hint of a smirk. But he didn’t stop. Not until he could no longer taste you on your fingers. Once he was satisfied that he had sucked off every trace of your taste, he slowly pulled your fingers out of his mouth with a satisfying pop.
“Shit, angel.” He hums “I was right. You are sweet. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted. Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
Best pussy he’s ever tasted. You could officially die happy now. You were the best pussy that Eddie “The Freak” Munson has ever tasted and he hadn’t even gone down on you yet.
“Goddamn, you’re wet.” He adds, using his hand again to run his fingers up and down your slit- collecting your arousal as he spreads it all over your cunt. “So fucking slippery, baby. Ready for my fingers?”
“Please, Eds.” You whine “Please, please, please…”
“Fuck, sweetheart, okay. Needy fucking girl…” He teases.
You open your mouth to protest but you were quickly cut off by the moan that left your lips instead as Eddie inserted one long digit into your warm, wet cunt.
“Oh fuck…” You mewl, mouth dropping open as Eddie uses his finger to stroke your needy walls.
“Holy shit, babe. So fucking tight. Jesus Christ…” He replies “And that’s only one finger, baby. I haven’t even given you the rest yet.”
“Please, Eddie. Give me more. I want more.” You beg.
“More? Baby, I don’t know if I can fit another one in there. You’re so goddamn tight….and wet. Holy fucking- god.” He gapes, watching you take what little bit that he gave you.
“I can take it.” You plead “I promise. I need you, Eddie. Need you so bad.”
“Yeah, sweet thing? You need me? You need me to get off?”
“Yes, fuck. Please, Eddie. Been wanting this.”
“Oh yeah, sweetness? You’ve been wanting this? Been wanting me? Been wanting me to fuck you full and make you cum all over my fingers? S’that what you wanted?”
You nod so helplessly, your face already cock-drunk and your body already desperate.
“Yes.” You reply “I need you. Please, Eds. Need you to make me feel good. Need-“
You gasp loudly as he shoves another finger inside of you, stretching you out so full of him that you were completely consumed with him. All you cared about was him.
“That good? S’That what you were begging for?” He chuckles darkly.
“Oh shit! Oh…oh my god!” You hiccup as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you. Deep enough to reach that soft spot inside of you that caused your vision to blur and your muscle to spasm in that delicious feeling of ecstasy.
“There she is…” Eddie smirks “That where you were trying to reach, sweetheart? That the spot? Yeah? Answer me.”
“Yes!” You pant “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Good.” He hums “You knew daddy would find it, didn’t you? That’s why you wanted my fingers so bad. Had to beg for it like a needy little slut. But you’re not a slut. No, you’re a good girl. My good girl. And you’re gonna take it until you cum.”
“Oh- that…ha! That feels-“ You could feel your orgasm coming. You could barely focus. You felt a pleasure so other-worldly that you were sure you were going to cum hard enough to have an out-of-body experience.
“That’s it, baby.” Eddie encourages “Cum on my fingers. C’mon. You can fucking do it, angel. You’re clenching so tight. You’re so close.”
You were moaning uncontrollably to the point where you suddenly stopped making noise completely, your mouth falling open in a silence scream as your chest heaved. Your legs began to shake as you felt the most intense sense of pleasure and relief wash over your entire body. Your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you came hard. Your mouth dry from your screams as you try to catch your breath. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were. Just basking in the post-orgasmic bliss until Eddie’s voice pierces through.
“Holy fucking shit!” He exclaims “Did you just-“
Your body tenses up, sensing that something was wrong. You sit up from where your body had collapsed against the back of the couch. That’s when you see it- Eddie’s wrist was drenched and wet. He was looking at you with wide eyes. The sofa cushions were also soaked. You were fucking mortified. Did you just fucking squirt all over Eddie Munson?
“Shit!” You panic “I- I’ve never done that before. I didn’t even know that I could- Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
But Eddie just stares at you, his pupils blown wide. You wanted to bury yourself into the couch and disappear. You were going to die of fucking embarrassment. You open your mouth to apologize once again but you were quickly yanked down roughly to the edge of the couch, legs hastily thrown over Eddie’s shoulders as he growls hungrily- lowering his face into your cunt until he buries himself in it.
You squeal out in surprise, taken aback by his roughness and the sensitivity of your pussy after orgasming- and apparently squirting- all over your scene partner.
“Eddie!” You gasp out as he attacks your clit, sucking on it if roughly as you squirm “Fuck! Oh my god!”
He stops momentarily, his face already wet and coated in your release as he stares at you with hungry eyes.
“You…” he pants “Are so fucking hot! You drive me crazy! Wanna bury my fucking face in you. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” You whimper.
“Fuck, baby, I am so fucking hard for you right now. Watching you fucking squirt like that? Jesus Christ, I was about to fucking lose it.”
“Yeah?” You coo, looking down at Eddie as he squeezes your thighs in his hands.
“God, angel. You don’t know what you fucking do to me. Let me show you how bad I fucking want you. Scoot up onto the couch and spread your legs nice and wide for me?”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You removed your legs from his shoulder, backing up onto the couch until you hit the backrest. As Eddie shifted more comfortably onto his knees, you instinctively spread your legs nice and wide- giving him another breathtaking view of your dripping wet sex.
“Fuuuuck, baby..” Eddie breathes, leaning down to press a soft, gentle kiss to your sensitive clit- making you squirm. “Be a good girl and spread her open for me, yeah?”
You don’t even question it, reaching down between your legs to part yourself open with your fingers.
“Fuck, there she is. So fucking pretty, sweetheart. Almost as pretty as you.” He flirts.
Eddie then collects all of the saliva in his mouth, leaning in to spit directly onto your hot cunt and it fueled something inside of you that made you feel feral and uncontrollable. You let out the most unintentionally pornographic moan as he attached his thumb to your clit, massaging roughly enough to have you panting in seconds.
“Goddamn, you are so gorgeous.” Eddie sighs, watching you take his assault onto your clit “My god. Been thinking about having you just like this since I first saw you. Wanted my face buried in-between these fucking thighs, baby.”
“Then do it, Munson.” You tease.
Eddie quirks an eyebrow, looking at you as if you had no idea what you were asking for.
“Oh, you want this, baby?” He growls “Don’t fucking worry, Princess. You can have it. You can have me. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, angel. Gonna make sure no one’s ever gonna eat your pussy out better than me.”
Before you can process his promises that were filled with possession, he brings his head down to your core- attaching his lips to your clit as he sucked on it. Immediate pleasure sends a jolt through your body, causing your hips to buck into his face. Eddie groans at your reaction, your eagerness as he sucked on your sensitive little button. He took it as praise, sucking on it harder as you squeal.
“Fuck, Eddie!” You pant. His eyes flicker to yours, watching how dark and blissed out they were becoming and he had barely even started with you. He takes things further, grazing your clit with his teeth as you gasp at the sensation. He begins to alternate his actions from gentle to rough as he serviced your clit, paying extra attention to the way you reacted to each lick, suck, and kiss that he left upon it. Each one caused your body to squirm so deliciously underneath him.
“She sensitive, baby? Yeah?” He asks, mumbling against your cunt as he watches you squirm. You nod as you watch him flick his tongue against your clit before expertly rolling it against the bundle of nerves.
You gasp at the feeling, never having experienced anyone devouring you the way that he was. You didn’t even know that he could do that with his tongue but it was leaving you breathless as you reached for his head, trying to pull him closer.
“That’s right, baby.” He growls “Put it in my face. Fuuuck yes!”
You shamelessly buck your hips, shoving your cunt into his face as he smirks- letting you grind against his tongue. It was driving him wild. How much you wanted him. How much you yearned for his touch.
“God yeah,” He groans “That’s it. Make a mess of my face, sweetheart.”
He stuck his tongue out farther for you, giving you more to hump against as you rubbed your clit on it- desperately seeking out your pleasure. Your next orgasm. His tongue felt better than anything you’ve ever felt before. You could only imagine what his dick must feel like. No wonder all of the girls he had worked with previously had lost their mind. He was even more talented than you realized.
“Oh my god!” You moan out “Your tongue…”
“Mmm…what about it, baby?” He rasps as he pulls away from you momentarily. Only for a moment but your hips were chasing after his mouth as soon as they left you.
“Fuck!” You pant “Please don’t stop! Feels so good…”
“You want more, sweet thing? Grinding on my face isn’t enough for you?” He teases, his lips wet and glossed up with your arousal.
“I need you…” You whine “I need-“
Before you could continue to beg any further, Eddie grabs ahold of your legs again- grabbing the back of your knees as he yanks you down towards the end of the couch. Your lower body arches up as he hitches your legs over his shoulders, bringing you closer to him as he buries his face in your pussy- latching onto it with a rough, insatiable fervor as he works his tongue against you again.
“Fuck, Eddie!” You scream “Oh fuck! Oh my-“
The words die in your throat and are quickly replaced by high pitched desperate whines as Eddie takes your clit back in his mouth, humming against it in a way that sends nearly earth-shattering vibrations through your body.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You cry out, panting and desperate as you feel another high ramping up. Eddie can sense your pending orgasm, taking things up a notch as he begins to nuzzle his face into your cunt for extra friction. Your mouth drops open in ecstasy as your hands frantically search for something to grab onto.
You settle for one hand grasping the couch cushion beneath you as the other one grabs onto a handful of his curls at the crown of his head. You were still half-suspended in the air with your legs over his shoulders as they began to shake, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Fuck, Eddie!” You cry out “I’m- oh fuck, I’m c-cumming!”
And Eddie couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop. He was a man possessed as he continued to eat you out through your second orgasm, reveling in your screams of pleasure as you chant his name like he was a fucking god.
“Eddie! Oh my god, Eddie! Holy shit!” You scream out and he swore his name never sounds so fucking good. Not as good as the way that it was rolling off your lips as you orgasmed. Your cunt still on his mouth as you rolled your hips, riding that blessed afterwave. That’s when you went completely limp.
“Cut!”
You were on cloud nine and completely blissed out when the director called for everyone to take thirty. You were practically floating. Soft and pliant and boneless as Eddie carefully removed your legs from over his shoulders. He supported your lower body as he maneuvered you onto the couch so that you were laying down fully- completely nude but you didn’t care. You could be lying naked in the middle of nowhere and you wouldn’t give a damn. Not when you were feeling like you were in outer space.
“Earth to sweetheart?” Eddie whispers, his face hovering over yours as he stays kneeling in front of the couch “Doing alright?”
“Yeah…” You reply, your voice tired and soft “I feel…fuck, that was amazing.”
Eddie couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the cute little grin that spreads across your face.
“Yeah?” He asks “Was it okay for you?”
“Okay?” You retort “That was….wow!”
“Well, I’m glad that I could meet your expectations.” He chuckles, reaching up to carefully brush a strand of hair away from your face.
“Are you kidding? That surpassed my expectations.” You admit “You just about gave me an exorcism.”
“An exorcism, huh?” Eddie laughed “That’s also a new one for me.”
“Yeah?” You say “Don’t forget to add it to your resumé after this.”
You went silent for a moment before adding “I don’t know how I’m gonna top that.”
“Hey,” Eddie whispers, meeting your eyes “Don’t worry about that. It’ll be fine”
“Yeah but I wanna return the favor. I want it to be good for you too.” You admit “After that, I feel like I owe you.”
“Sweetheart, sex isn’t transactional.” Eddie explains before stopping “I mean…besides the fact that we get paid to do this for a living. But what I’m saying is that you don’t owe me anything. I just want you to have a good time, okay?”
And how could you argue with that when he was making you feel so safe and comfortable and….good? Really fucking good.
“Okay.” You agree.
“Good.” He grins “Now let’s get you off this couch and cleaned up.”
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Eddie was alone in one of the spare dressing rooms, drinking from a bottle of water when his manager walked in. At first, Paul doesn’t say a word. He just saunters over to the small sofa that was in the middle of the room before sinking down on it, looking at Eddie with a shit-eating-grin.
“What?” Eddie asks, taking in the expression on Paul’s cocky face.
“I told you so.” Paul speaks, his voice laced with a tone of confidence “Didn’t I tell you, kid?”
“Tell me what?” Eddie questions, still waiting to be clued in.
“That this girl wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever worked with before. You didn’t wanna believe me at first, did you?” Paul grins “Kid, I’ve never seen you so into a scene before. You and that girl….I don’t know what’s going on there but there’s something. You’ve got the hots for her.”
“I barely know her.” Eddie tries to defend himself but he knew it was no use, not really. Not when everything Paul was saying was true. He was so into you. Ridiculously into you.
“Could’ve fooled me with the way you were going to town on her, kid.” Paul laughs “So, when’s the wedding?”
Eddie takes the cap from his water bottle and chucks it at his manager.
“Very funny, asshole.” He quips, rolling his eyes.
“Look, man, I’m just fucking with you. You know, it’s actually nice seeing you enjoy yourself. And, boy, were you enjoying yourself.” Paul teases.
“Jesus Christ…”
“You know what this means, right?” Paul asks “The company is gonna want you to renew your contract. They’re gonna want you to work with her again. Eds, we’re gonna need to lock this down.”
“I’m not gonna re-sign, Paul.” Eddie drops “When I’m done, I’m done. No more.”
“What?” Paul exclaims “After all that out there? You’re still gonna walk away?”
“I mean, that was always the plan. Even before her.” Eddie answers, picking at the label on his bottle of water.
“You’re seriously still going to quit?” Paul asks “When you’re about to skyrocket even bigger when this scene goes up online? You do realize that you have the potential to make twice- hell, even three times what you’re making right now!”
“Still doesn’t change anything.” Eddie answers “It’s not about the money anymore, Paul.”
“Then what is it about, kid?”
“It’s….I don’t know. I guess I just want to feel something again for someone, you know? Not just emotionless fucking all the time. I just want to feel a connection to someone.”
Eddie felt like he was explaining something complicated and completely unfathomable. Something as difficult as a paradoxical conundrum. Sex workers didn’t usually talk about shit like this. Feelings and emotions and connection. So, how did he expect Paul to relate to anything he was trying to convey?
“What I’m trying to say is that I’m ready to hang it up. I’m ready to go back to living a normal life. I wanna fucking go out and meet someone and do the whole dating type shit. Maybe have a girlfriend? I don’t fucking know…” He continues “But I can’t fucking do that when I’m doing porn for a living.”
“Okay.” Paul nods “I get that. I guess things can get messy trying to have a relationship when you’re still in the industry. Jealousy and all that.”
“Exactly.” Eddie agrees.
“But that girl…” Paul continues “You like her?”
“I mean…she’s gorgeous.” He admits “And sweet and…honestly, too fucking good for this industry.”
“So, why not her?” Paul asks “You don’t wanna date her?”
“Are you kidding?” Eddie replies “Of course I would. She’s perfect. I just….like you said, she’s not going to stay small for long. She’s gonna end up getting big after this. I mean, fucking look at her. She’s gonna be offered gigs left and right. Her company’s gonna want her to do more stuff with other porn guys. She’s gonna forget about me by the end of next week. There’s no room for feelings in porn.”
“Eh, I don’t think she’s gonna forget about you after what you just did to her out there.” Paul laughs “But I get where you’re coming from. Anyways, should we head back to set? I’m sure your bride is eagerly awaiting your return.”
“Shut the fuck up, Paul….”
“Alright, alright.” Paul continues “I’m only joking…mostly.”
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Eddie peeks into your dressing room, standing in the doorway as he watches you- bending over at the waist and you lean in towards the mirror. You were touching up your makeup, making sure that you looked presentable again for the camera before stepping out to finish the scene. The part that you were the most nervous about; giving him a blowjob.
As you fluff your hair, trying to smooth it down and fix it after two mind-blowing orgasms- you catch his reflection in the mirror. Standing there as he admired you. Taking in how you were still naked underneath your short silk robe. If you had bent down just a little bit further, he could see your pussy. Completely on display and available for him to walk up to you and jam his cock inside of you, fucking you mercilessly against the hair and makeup vanity. Instead, he attempts to control himself. Just a little bit longer. He knew that he would be in your mouth soon.
“Hi.” You smile, turning around in his direction as you lean your back against the vanity- taking in the sight of him. He was still shirtless, causing you to try really fucking hard to keep your eyes on him and not his body. But he noticed. Of course he does.
“Hi.” He replies, a smirk tugging at his lips “Doing okay?”
“Yeah.” You nod, trying to control your beating heart. Goddamn, did he have an effect on you. “I’m good. You?”
“Fine.” He grins, looking you up and down as he licks his lips- taking it all in. “Never been better actually. You know, considering that I just ate out one of the prettiest women in porn. Actually wait, scratch that. One of the prettiest women ever.”
The admission causes your face to heat up.
“You know, you already made me orgasm twice. You don’t have to keep flattering me.” You joke, ducking your head. You felt like you were on the verge of melting completely if you kept looking at him.
“Hmm…I don’t know.” He replies “I feel like my job isn’t done yet. You know, I might just have to go for a third time. Just to be safe.”
Your heart was officially skipping beats at his oh-so-casual comment about making you cum a third time.
“As much as I’d like that,” You continue “I still have to return the favor. Which, if I’m being honest, I’m really nervous about.”
Eddie’s heart melts a little at your nervousness. It was a breath of fresh air compared to past porn girls who kind of just shoved him into their mouths and did their thing. He felt kind of flattered that going down on him was making you so flustered.
“Sweetheart, I already told you, there’s nothing to worry about.” He explains “You’re gonna do just fine. Like I said, I’m not-“
“Picky. Yeah, I know.” You cut him off “But I still want it to be good for you. I just….can you give me some tips? Like…what to do?”
Eddie could’ve cum right then and there. Just from hearing you be so eager and needy to please him.
“You want me to, like, coach you?” He asks, trying to stifle out a groan. Fuck, this was so hot…
“Yeah.” You nod “That would…actually be really helpful. You know, like, practice. Before I go out there and make a fool of myself in front of everyone.”
“You…wanna practice?” He asks “On me? Right now?”
Holy shit.
“Yeah.” You shrug “I mean, why not? I’m going to do it anyway. Getting some pointers from you would definitely help.”
“O-okay.” Eddie stammers “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, sweetheart. What do you want me to-“
“What do you like?” You ask, jumping straight in “What, like, turns you on? Do you like to be stroked while you’re getting a blowjob? Do you like it when girls play with your balls? Do you-“
“Whoa, whoa. Hold on, sweetheart.” Eddie practically pants, holding up a hand in signal for you to stop “Just…hold on a sec. My brain is literally going fucking crazy right now hearing you say that.”
“I’m sorry!” You immediately begin to apologize “Did I-“
“No, baby!” Eddie shakes his head “No, no, no! You just…fuck. You’re just so hot that I’m gonna blow my fucking load in my pants before I even get the chance to be in your mouth and I- fuck, I really wanna be in your mouth, sweetheart. I-“
Before he could process it, you had walked up to him- pressing your lips against his in a bruising, hot kiss that he immediately melted into. God, you were going to be the death of him.
He kisses you back with fervor and need as your tongue slips into his mouth, battling against his as he grabs two handfuls of your silky robe- yanking you closer to him. Your hands encircle around his neck as you kiss him harder, as if you were trying to steal the air from his very lungs and Eddie? He didn’t fucking care. He’d fucking give it to you if he could. He’d give you fucking anything. He was putty in your hands.
Speaking of his hands, they were everywhere. Your hips, your thighs, buried in your hair, running up and down your back, grabbing your ass. He wanted you so bad. So, so bad.
“Fuck…” He moans against your lips, fighting for his last shred of self-control in order to prevent himself from picking you up and fucking you on whatever the nearest surface was. He didn’t care what it was. He needed you. So, when you pulled away from the kiss abruptly, he had to stop himself from groaning out in sexual frustration.
“Eddie?” You ask, your sweet voice whispering out his name in a way that had him wrecked.
“Yeah, baby?” He breathes out, realizing that as long as you kept saying his name like that, he would risk it all.
“Want you in my mouth.” You plead “Wanna make you feel good. Can I?”
And Eddie? He was fucking goo. A puddle of fucking goo for you as he tried not to fucking melt into the floor at how needy you were. How nicely you were asking for him. How could he fucking say no?
“Fuck, baby.” He moans “You wanna get on your knees for me? Right now?”
“Please?” You whisper, looking at him with those eyes.
Those. Fucking. Eyes.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, sweetheart.” He pants “Fuck…”
“Please?” You continue “Can I?”
This right here was hotter than any fucking sex that Eddie had ever had. The tension, the arousal, the spark, the fucking chemistry. It was so fucking good. Too fucking good.
“Okay.” He nods eagerly “Okay, sweet girl. Whatever you…fuck…Whatever you want. I’m yours.”
And those two words were all that you needed to fuel you.
I’m yours.
Your hand immediately flies down to his groin, taking a firm grasp of his hardened cock through his black jeans as you squeeze it- causing him to let out a sound that was a combination of a gasp and a desperate groan.
“Shit, baby.” He breathes out, his mind malfunctioning at the feel of your hand against him- right where he needed you most “Feels so fucking good…”
“Eddie, you’re so big…” You flirt, continuing to palm him through his jeans and, goddammit, how was he supposed to control himself when you say shit like that?
“Yeah, baby?” He moans “You like that?”
“Mhm.” You flirt “Don’t know if I can take it all in my mouth.”
“Holy-“ His voice catches “You can’t- god!”
“Might gag on it.” You continue, paying extra attention to palming the tip. His knees began to feel weak under your touch.
“Sweetheart, please-“ He pleads “Don’t fucking say shit like that.”
“Why not?” You coo “You don’t want to hear me tell you that I love your dick? That I love how big it is?”
“Jesus Christ.” Eddie groans “You little fucking tease. You love it, huh? You love my big fucking dick? God, you’re fucking filthy. That dirty fucking mouth…”
“Shut me up then, Munson.” You grin “You know how to do it.”
And that’s when he fucking breaks.
“Get on your fucking knees.” He growls.
And just when you begin to sink down, to kneel in front of him and worship his cock- there was a knock at the door followed by your name.
Pairings: Spidey!Steve Harrington x Fem!reader
Summary: It seems as though your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman has taken a liking to you, little do you know it is because, your best friend, Steve (the guy behind the mask) has too.
Warnings: mention of blood, secrets, hidden identity, being robbed, being groped, stalking. Swearing.
A/n: WELCOME BACK, first fic in a few months, kind of nervous, IM FIANLLY DOING SPIDEY!STEVE, how ive been talking about it since December, hope you guys didn't forget meee.
A/n p2: hopefully this will be a series, so this is kind of like an introduction i guess, so not super long, but hope you like it enough for a part 2
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Steve Harrington Masterlist
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The city was never quiet.
Never safe, not to walk alone at night, at least.
Especially as a woman.
But ever since Spiderman showed up one day, sworn to protect patrons of crime and danger, life felt a little bit calmer.
A little bit safer.
But not quiet.
No.
Never quiet.
You had never seen him.
Not with your own eyes.
On the daily paper, sure, his photo plasted on the front with dramatic text fit for the hero's duties.
But you never saw him.
You didn't think you'd be in a situation where you would.
You didn't get yourself in to trouble.
No,
Never.
But tonight, working home from work, the city seemed quiet.
Streetlights flickering almost tauntingly.
The pavement below you wet from the rain from half an hour ago.
The air foggy as you turned down the block.
But it was quiet.
Too quiet for the city you knew.
Goosebumps formed on your arms, tingling your neck with worry as you shivered.
You turned around, hugging your coat closer to your body, bringing your handbag up to your chest.
You looked around the street.
No one was there.
No shadow to run from, nothing to be suspicious of.
It was just quiet.
Swallowing thickly, you turned back in front of you, jumping with a frightful scream as a shadow stood a few feet in front of you.
Not moving, just...standing there.
You took a wary step back, your ankle twisting in your heel.
You held your breath, then turned back around, not daring to look back as you ran back down where you came from.
But turning down the block, you whimpered, your lips quivering as another figure stood in the shadows.
You looked back, the other one stalking behind you slowly.
Your heart raced inside your chest as you cursed to yourself, hugging yourself tighter in a weak form of protection.
You looked down at your feet, trying to dig into your pocket to find your keys.
But you felt a tight grip on your arm from behind you, a scream piercing through your lips before another hand clapped around your mouth.
A deep voice growled in your ear roughly.
"Do what we say, or you won't get hurt, got it, bitch?"
You nodded your head frantically as you watched the second figure in front of you walk towards you, head tilting to the side.
Broad shoulders, heavy build, sharp eyes that seemed to glow in the light.
You felt the man raise his hands up your arm, instantly feeling disgusted in yourself as his hand squeezed your exposed flesh beneath your coat.
You whined pathetically beneath his hand, the sound muffled.
But he stopped there, pulling at your purse and snatching it from your grasp.
The other man made his was towards you, one careful foot in front of the other.
You could make out his smile, sinister, dangerous.
But he didn't reach you.
No.
One more step and a sound stopped him.
A voice.
One from behind him.
One you didn't see approach.
"Hey guys, what's going on here, huh?"
The figure paused, turning around.
You could make out a slimmer guy, hands outreached into a questioning shrug until they fell by his side.
"Come on guys, let the lady go, and I promise I wont hurt you"
The man holding you snickered under his breath, his hands tightening around you.
Your eyes twitched as you watched a large knife being drawn from the other man, aimed at what you could assume was your saviour.
He held his hands up in defence "Woah, woah, hey, c'mon, why do you have to do that, I made it so simple for you-"
His disappointed ramble was cut short as the man lunged at him, knife held high ready to slash, but he jumped just in time.
But he didn't jump.
He hung from the street light above.
The light illuminated him.
Red suit, a deep blue under his arms and over his legs, the bold white eyes expressing some sort of a squint.
Spiderman.
You let yourself calm slightly, looking up at him with the closest thing to awe.
The man in front of you staggered back, knife still in his grasp.
Spiderman let go of the pole, landing perfectly on the ground, legs stretched out with one hand in the air, looking up at the man.
But before he could lunge again, a web shot his way, constraining his arms to his side, the knife evidently dropping to the pavement.
Before you knew it, you were being pushed to the ground, skin scraping on the concrete, tearing your palms and cheek with a groan.
You couldn't look up.
Not when you heard a gun shot.
Not when you heard a loud grunt.
Or the sound of a bodies crashing together.
Even the sound of webs being shot from-
Wait where did the webs even come from?
Only when silence filled the air, only when a hand touched your shoulder, did you look up, flinching at the possibility of it being one of the men.
But you only met the eyes- the masked eyes of the friendly neighbourhood hero.
Spiderman.
His hand gentle on your body.
His other holding onto your purse.
He offered his hand, being gentle as you winced from the sensitive would that decorated your palm.
And when you finally stood, he took a step back.
But a part of you didn't feel like it was to give you space.
A part of you felt like it looked like he was taken back.
By what you dont know.
But he stood still for a moment, head cocked to the side.
Your mouth agaped as you stared at him.
"Thank you" you stammered out, feeling flustered.
Embarrassed.
He shrugged it off, shaking his head.
"Are you alright? how badly are you hurt?"
You assessed yourself, the sting on your cheek just now noticeable as you looked back up at him.
But you only smiled at the hero.
"I'm fine"
He seemed unsure, masked hand reaching up to caress your cheek.
Your breath hitched in your throat, but you didn't pull away.
No.
Not when you couldn't help but feel some sort of familiarity about him.
Not when he handed you your purse and turned you away from the men, not wanting you to see.
If you had.
You'd find them both tied to the street lamp, knocked out and ready to be found in the morning.
But instead, he lead you the way you were headed.
"Let's get you home, yeah?"
You hummed quietly, not quiet sure what to say as you stared at him.
You didn't expect him to walk you home.
And you didn't expect him to know the way.
But when you stood oit front of your apartment building, you frowned, looking down the street, looking up at your apartment and then back at him.
"How did you-"
He cut you off quickly, with a wave of his hand.
"-Spider senses"
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
You knew was a hero.
You knew his job was to protect the citizens.
But you didn't expect him to be such a gentlemen.
When you pictured a cocky, confident hero that was full of himself.
You now saw anything but.
And when he sent you on your way with a reassuring nudges, you knew the city was in good hands.
The best.
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Coffee in hand, you walked out of the Cafe, eyes focused on the Daily Bugle, reading to over dramatic headline of Spiderman saving another patron the night prior.
It had been a few days since your encounter, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Especially not when a loud crash irrupted through the street, when a car came flying towards you.
You dropped your coffee, the liquid burning your feet.
But your life flashed before your eyes before you could even process what was happening.
Shrinking back in place, you stood frozen, bracing for impact.
Taking in the fact that you, infact, were probably not going to make it as it flew across the street.
Wheels still spinning, pipes leaking oil, lights flashing.
But as you closed your eyes, you flinched.
The car never came.
Not when he came spining past, grabbing a tight hold on you in the process.
Not when he flew you across the street, landing you swiftly back on your feet with care.
Only then did you open your eyes, seeing the crashed car exactly where you stood, smoking up and flipped over.
You were shocked, head hammering and honks and sirens blared through the street.
But you were focused on one being.
Spiderman, swinging back to the crash, helping all the others that were injured.
Your heart wanted to melt, but you regained your power in your body just as he made his way back over to you.
You sped walked away, dodging people going the opposite way, and broken parts of cars.
Only the other day had you never been in any sort of trouble.
Nor seen nor being in the middle of.
It was Thursday and you had already been caught up in two situations where you needed to be saved.
And you oh so desperately wanted to get home before it became a third time.
You didn't think that he'd follow you.
You never thought he'd care that much to check up on you.
But as you turned and corner, you gasped as he hung upside down from a tree, bobbing as the branch strained against his weight.
"Hey"
Your eyes blew wide as you looked behind you.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, dropped down before you could even turn back.
You peered at him as he stood up, dusting off his hands.
"Uh- pardon?"
"Back there, didn't get hurt or anything?"
You shook your head hesitantly, feeling sheepishly under his gaze.
Even under the mask you could feel the intensity, if only you could see undernea-
"Your cheek looks uh...better"
Your brows furrowed, forgetting about your prior injuries he was referring to for a moment.
Tightly smiling, you gave him a nod "Oh...yeah"
He laughed, the sound addicting you wish it would have lasted longer, if only it didn't sound so famili-
"Didn't think I'd have to save you twice in one week, how about you stay out of trouble for a while, huh?"
His tone was teasing enough to make you blush, cheeks flushing red.
"I wasn't- I was just trying to meet up with a friend-" you denied.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, just be more careful"
You gave him a weak nod, looking around trying to find something else to say before he perked up, head whipping around.
You watched as he threw his head up, web shooting out of his wrist to connect to the building on the opposite side of the street.
You didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, but you could bet he sensed something as he jumped up, and before you could react, he was swinging in the air.
"Just stay out of trouble!"
Mouth open as he swung away, doing tricks as he moved from building to building, you stood alone.
Hearing the gasps of people staring in awe, kids screaming in excitement, cameras flashing at the sighting of spiderman on the way to help save another being from danger.
And as you stood alone on the sidewalk, you thought back to earlier, sat at the coffee shop, waiting for your best friend, Steve, to arrive.
You were waiting for 15 minutes before a text popped up on your phone, words almost illiterate, spelling messed up and words jumbled together like he was in a rush.
Cnatm ake its a,orry
Half confused and half frustrated, you could make up was he was saying.
Can't make it, sorry
And while upset, you weren't exactly surprised.
You were used to last minute cancellations from him now.
Excused piled up about work, transport and whatever under the sun.
You loved Steve.
Though you couldn't help but wish he would put more effort as he used to.
But you didn't hold anything against him.
You couldn't.
He was your best friend, and he would never lie to you.
Thinking about captain pirate!steve who's ordered his crew to catch fish while he studies in his cabin.
After a while of mostly silence, he hears shouts, whoops and cheers of what he can only describe as a celebration of a successful catch.
Only when he hears loud thrashing and grunts of struggle does he huff, pushing his chair back and storming out of his cabin, assuming that the net had ripped and tons of fish loose on the deck.
He strides across the ship, boots heavy as he gets ready to scold his crew, who, at the sound of him arriving quiets down and moves away from what they were huddled around.
He was rolling his shoulders before he focused on the floor, jaw tensing before going slack.
His hand reached up to his hat, taking it off in a state of awe as he crouches down on one knee before the object of all the attention.
With his hat held over his heart, he stares.
Tangled net around scales, skin contained by the rope.
Steve was speechless, blocking out the bickering and whispers from his crew as he stared down at you.
He furrowed, frowning before shuffling closer, shaking his head in disappointment as he pulls at the net, trying to set you free despite your struggle to get away from him.
He coos under his breath, freeing you from the restraints.
Peering up at his crew, he feels almost disgusted by their cruelty, so much so he ushers them away, only to be ignored.
Steve huffs and reaches out his hands, being gentle with pulling you closer into his arms.
You were shaking as he picked you up, standing up with a grunt, your tail hanging heavy as he moved through the herd of his friends.
As much as he was astounded by the meer idea of a mermaid of his fucking ship caught by the dickheads of his crew, what you did not deserve was to be poked and peered at by humans that want to gawk at you.
As much as he wants to keep you, maybe have him by his side to keep you safe from any other pirate that could do you harm
Cough cough captain Hargrove,
He must let you go.
Once he's released you back into the sea below, he lectures his team before storming back to his cabin, feeling all the more stressed.
The next few days Steve feels like he's failed himself and his crew.
He should have been selfish.
He should have been a little more in tune with his crew about the amazement.
He should have kept you.
He should have sold you.
Laying awake one night, he tossed, he turned, the rocking of the ship doing little to soothe him to sleep this night.
Getting up from his bed, he sighed, running his hand underneath the worn linen of his sleep shirt, fingers running through the coarse hair on his chest before standing, striding to his door before opening, deciding to take over the watch, letting Lucas go to his bunk below deck, letting the cold air of the night clear his head.
But then he heard it.
The slosh of water that definitely did not come from the ship, from any wave.
Then a hum, a soft, high pitched song just barely audible if he had been tired.
But he wasn't.
Steve was wide awake.
And as he leaned over the ship, he caught it.
The shimmer of the scales his been dreaming about since.
The glow of your pale skin in the water as you peered up at him.
His breath caught in his throat.
The mermaid had followed him.
The mermaid had trusted him with the sight of her.
Enough to come back.
And he couldn't believe that even for a second he ever thought of selling you for coins.
