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Day 3: Peter Pevensie X Reader: Mirror Sex

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A/n: Apologies for this being super late. Writer's block is ass. Also sorry for it being short. 18+ Smut

Warnings: Smut, Mirror sex. P in V.

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It's ten minutes till dinner and I'm in my room finishing up getting ready. Smoothing down my dress in the mirror. Lucy and Susan are sitting on the bed chatting to each other and waiting for me so we can all walk down together. 

“You look fine Y/n.” Susan says. Lucy nods in agreement. 

“Thank you. Just want to make sure it looks okay I mean, Peter is down there and I just..I want to look nice you know?” I say nervously. 

Susan gets off the bed and walks over to me, “I get it, but it’s Peter we’re talking about. He won’t care.” She said, rubbing my back in comfort. 

“I still don’t understand your crush on my brother Y/n.” Lucy says also getting off the bed. 

I rolled my eyes, “Of course you won't Lu, he’s your brother” I said. She just smiles and shakes her head. 

I take one more look in the mirror and then turn around and take a big breath. “Alright, I'm ready. Let’s go.” I said 

We all turn around and leave the bedroom, walking down the stairs. I can hear grunting and rustling. We get down stairs and see the boys. Edmund and Peter, wrestling each other. 

Me and Lucy look at each other and roll our eyes. We stand there for another minute before Susan clears her throat. They stop, and slowly turn their heads to see us standing there. 

I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. “What,are you boys doing?” I ask. 

They scramble off the ground and dust off their clothes, Edmond clears his throat, “we were just messing around.” he said nonchalantly. 

“Of course you were.” I said back. I look over at Peter to see him staring at me but when he notices me looking he clears his throat and looks away. 

“We should head to dinner. It’s almost 8 and Ms.Chatham said the food is almost ready.”He said, heading to the dining room. 

We all follow him. Taking our places at the table. Ms.Pevensie is already there. 

“About time children. Ms.Chatham is about to bring out the food. Sit, sit.” She said,

“Apologies Mum, we lost track of the time.” Peter said. 

“It's quite alright but do not make a habit of this.” She said in a warning tone. 

As she finished this. The food started coming out. The servers, Justine and Mikey, start plating everyone. Starting with Ms.Pevensie, seeing as she is at the head of the head, then Peter and I since we are on the right side of the table. Susan is at the other end and Edmund and Lucy are on the other side. 

“Thank you Justine and Mikey. You are excused until dessert.: Ms Pevensie said. 

They quickly walked back to the kitchen and we began to eat. Dinner time is quiet as usual. Everyone is too hungry to enjoy conversation. 

As I'm taking a bite of the pasta, I feel a breath on my ear. 

“You look lovely tonight Y/n.” Peter whispers in my ear. 

I Blush and nod, “Thank you Pete.” I said back

He smiles and we go back to eating.

We all finish the meal in silence. 

Justine comes out a few minutes later to collect pur plates. 

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to use the restroom” I say standing up. 

The bathroom is down the hall and then when you turn left it's the 3rd door. It's a good distance from the bathroom. 

I go about my business in the restroom. Washing my hands and drying them. As I open the door to leave. I get pushed back in. 

“Woah!” I yell. Looking up to see Peter closing and locking the door. 

“Pete, What the hell are you doing?” I asked. 

He looks at me for a sec before slowly walking towards me. 

“I don’t know. I just..can’t get the image of you in this dress,” he takes a finger and runs it down my side, “out of my head” He whispers. 

My breath hitches and my mouth gaps a little. 

‘W-what do you mean?” I ask. 

He looks me up and down and then looks me in my eyes. 

“I think you know what I mean darling.” He says. His face is getting closer to mine. 

My eyes close slightly as he gets closer and closer. His lips ghost over mine, and his hands grip my waist. 

Just as I think he's gonna kiss me, he quickly turns me around and pushes me up against the sink so we’re now looking at each other through the mirror. 

“What are you doing?” I ask. Try to wiggle free. 

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” He responds. Giving my neck slow kisses.  

My head tilts back unconsciously. 

His right hand trails down to the hem of the dress and pulls it up over my waist. Still placing kisses on my neck, he moves his hand to my panties, hooking his finger under and dragging them down. 

I open my eyes slightly and make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

My hand reaches back and grips his cock, slowly rubbing it for a few seconds before pulling it out and rubbing it on my entrance. 

He hisses and his head tilts slightly. He removes my hand and takes over, slowly pushing inside me. I moaned, but I guess too loudly because he had to put a hand over my mouth. 

“Quiet darling. Don’t wanna get caught now do we?” He asks. I shake my head quickly. 

He starts off slowly before picking up the paste. 

“Imma take my hand off now, think u can stay quiet?” He asked. 

I nod and he takes his hand off and puts it on the waist with the other one. 

Starting to pump faster I lean over the sink, needing to grip something. My hand came in contact with the already semi steamy mirror. 

He groans slightly “Oh god, i'm gonna come darling. I-I need you to come with me baby. Can you do that?” He asks hurriedly. 

I nod. “Uh huh, Yes yes yes.” I whisper, my voice cracking. 

“Okay baby,” he says, pumping as fast as he can, “On the count of three baby, come with me.” He says. 

“1” His hands move to my shoulders for a better grip. 

“2” My right hand is still gripping the mirror, my left grips his arms. 

“3” He says and we both let go, I moan so loud he has to turn my head and kiss me to shut me up. 

When he finally stops thrusting, we both pause for a minute to take a deep breath. My body slumps against the sink and he slowly pulls out. 

He puts himself away and then turns me around. He helps me pull my panties back up and fix my dress before grabbing my face and giving me a passionate kiss. 

I gasp as I pull away. “How, how long have you wanted to do that?” I ask. 

He rubs my face with his thumb “Since I met you in year 9” He says and smiles. 

I smile back. 

“I’m pretty sure it's already obvious but if it’s not. I like you Y/n. Alot.” He says. 

“I like you too Pete.” I say back. Blushing and reaching up to give him another kiss. 

i will never get over this man i fear !!!!

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I feel like this is actually how James would find out 😭😭

James: Are you sleeping with Moony?

Sirius: What? Can’t two grown men share a bed together without it being sexual, Prongs?

James: No

Sirius: Yeah, I’m sleeping with Moony. Definitely, we’re also dating

Kinktober Day 2-Peter Parker(Biting/Scratching)

Sorry it's late but im lazy, hope you enjoy.

TW: Unprotected sex, biting and "scratching"

Words: 533

May fell asleep a while ago but Peter just wanted to be extra safe before doing what he wanted to do. 

He looked over to his aunt one more time to triple check she was asleep before moving his hand, that was originally around his girlfriends hips, down a bit further. 

Her head was on his arm, watching the movie when she felt his hand go into her pj shorts and rub her slit. 

He took his middle finger and slowly pushed his finger inside her, causing her to bite her lip to keep in the sound she so desperately wanted to make. 

After a couple seconds, he pulled his finger out, causing her to whine. 

He tutted in her ear, pulling down his sweats just enough to release his cock and then slowly lowering her pj shorts. 

He slowly rubbed his cock up and down her slit a few times before inserting himself inside. 

She turned her head towards his arm and bit down to stop the loud moan she wanted to release. 

He started pumping, going faster and faster until she was biting his arm, which may have caused him to bleed a little bit.  

She was gripping his arm so tight, she left nail imprints on them. 

He looked down at her, his breathing starting to become short. 

“I'm about to cum baby but I need you to cum first. Can you do that love? Huh?” Peter whispered in her ear.

She nodded and closed her eyes as soon as she felt his finger rubbing her clit. 

“Oh my gosh Pete, Im cumming petey oh my godddd” She whispered to him, running her nails up his arm before forcing it over her mouth to help stop the big moan she let out as she came. 

He continued rubbing her slowly helling her come down but also helping him cum as well. 

And a couple minutes later, he pulled out before cumming all over her back. 

He moaned in her ear as he came and she sighed as she felt his warm release. 

The sigh almost sounded relieved, as if she’s been waiting for this to happen. 

He took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her lips.

They quickly pulled away when they heard shuffling next to them and they both looked over to see may turning over to face them. 

They both held their breath, but once she did a little snore, they both released a breath. 

They looked at eachother and giggled before she quickly pulled her shorts up and stood up, on shaky legs. 

Peter raised an eyebrow as if to ask what she's doing. 

And she just pointed to the end of the movie credits and whispered she was gonna go to the bathroom to change her shirt. 

He just nodded and stood up too. 

He looked at may again before, walking over to her, covering her with the blanket by her feet, and turned off the tv. 

Then he went to his room, to find his girl already laying there, waiting for him. 

He smiled and closed his door, walking towards the bed and joining her. 

Both immediately falling into a long ass sleep.

Kinktober Day 1-Tony Stark(Fingersucking)

Hope you enjoy, Ik it's super late but I was lazy.

TW: Fingersucking.

Words: 1k

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“Excuse me, Mr.Stark? Here are the papers Mr.Fury faxed you.” I said, walking into his office after I heard a come in. 

Tony was typing furiously on his laptop with an angered look on his face, “Hm? Oh yes, set it right there on the desk darlin. Thank you.” He gave me a strained smile and returned back to typing. 

I started walking to the door when I heard a loud sigh behind me. I stopped and slowly turned around before carefully asking him, “Hey uh, Mr.Stark, I’m sorry if I’m over stepping right now but you seem stressed. Is everything okay?” I cautiously asked him. 

He looked up, eyes furrowed before leaning back in his chair, sighing again. 

“I’m fine darlin, just Steve being difficult again. Nothing I can’t handle.” He said, taking a drink of his coffee. 

I nodded my head and did a small small before turning back around towards the door and opening it. 

“But,” He started, causing me to stop in my tracks again. “If you want to help me, I may have an idea on how to do that.” He said, lifting his left eyebrow in a suggesting way. 

I stood still, slightly in shock at the way his voice lowered and the suggestive tone he used. Could he be asking me what I think he is? No, no, he can't be, that is highly unprofessional and this is Mr.Stark we’re talking about. 

I slowly turned around for the third time since I stepped into this room 5 minutes ago. “Uh, excuse me Mr.Stark but, I'm not too sure I understand?” I semi asked, semi stated. 

He chuckled a bit and waved me over with this pointer and middle finger. 

I walked over, standing right next to him.

He scooted his chair out a bit, and patted his lap. 

I looked from his face to his lap and back up to his face for reassurance before he nodded and lightly grabbed my wrist, giving me a little tug. 

“Sit darlin, I promise I won't bite.” He said, as I sat on his lap. 

I shyly look up at him considering this is how close I've ever been to him. He smiled down at me and leaned forward a bit. 

“So, what I was thinking darlin 'was that, I’ve been a little stressed out lately and the only way for me to relax is to release.” He said softly.

I stayed silent, still staring up at him, the only thing that told him I was listening was the little nod I gave. 

“So I was thinking, you're such a good little assistant. You could be my good little girl and sit on my cock while I work?” He asked, so casually, might I add. 

My eyes widened and I struggled forming words before I gave up and just nodded my head. 

He looked at me for a second before shaking his head, “I need to hear your words darlin”, he said. 

So I nodded my head again, but this time I also muttered a quiet but still very hearable, “Yes.” 

He smiled wide before pushing his chair out more and patting my butt, telling me to stand for a minute. 

I stood, on slightly shaky legs.

He began unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants as well as his boxers. 

All I could do was stare, I mean geez, how was that thing gonna fit in me anyways. 

He looked back up after he was done and tugged my waist closer to him, pulling me down onto him. My knees on both sides of his. 

I pushed my skirt up and moved my panties aside before taking a quick glance at him. 

He grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down my pussy before slowly pushing inside. 

I gripped his shoulder hard and moaned so loud I’m sure the whole tower could hear. 

Once I was fully seated and he was fully inside me. I began to slowly bounce, not too fast but just enough for both of us. 

He scooted his chair back in and pulled his laptop closer to the end of the desk so he could reach it. 

After a couple mins, he put a hand on my butt to stop me from bouncing. 

I whined so loud he had to shush me, and I guess the only way to do that was to shove his fingers in my mouth. 

However, I don’t think he thought I would start sucking on them. 

He looked at me, slowly smirking, “You like this darlin? You like sucking my fingers?” He asked, shoving them more into my mouth, causing me to gag and fix my breathing. 

I nodded and looked up with watery eyes, sucking and licking his fingers, while moving my hips in a circle to get some friction. 

He slowly drug his fingers out of my mouth before running them over my covered top and onto my bare pussy. 

He tapped it a few times before rubbing small circles on my clit. 

Increasing the speed every couple seconds. 

I leaned forward, the pleasure being too much, and moaned in his ear. 

“Oh my god Mr.Stark. Im, I-I’m cumming” I said. Moving my hips in circles faster on his cock as his finger rubbed circles on my clit. 

“ Yeah, darlin, you cumming on my cock? That it honey cum all over my cock,” He said, biting my ear lobe, causing me to go over the edge. 

I screamed as I came all over his cock.

He continued to rub me, slowly coming to a stop as I came down. 

I was hunched forward looking down between us, my mind foggy from what just happened. 

OMG, I just fucked my boss. In his office. What the fuck is wrong with me?!!

With all these thoughts in my head, I didn’t notice him pulling my chin up to look at him. 

“You alright honey? Need anything? Water?” He asked, lightly rubbing my cheek. 

I just shook my head and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. 

He chuckled softly and whispered, “You tired? Wanna take a little nap?” 

I just nodded and he sighed before pulling back into his desk and started working again. This time seeming more relaxed. 

As I opened my eyes and noticed he was just finishing up, I grabbed his left hand and brought it up to my mouth, slowly opening it and starting to suck his fingers again. 

My eyes started to droop and before I knew it, I was knocked out. 

He looked down at me one more time, smiled and returned back to work.

*These fics won't be long because I am in a writers block. However I still want to do this so I am sorry in advance, but I do still hope you enjoy.

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Day 1: Finger Sucking (Tony Stark)                      

Day 2: Biting/Scratching (Peter Parker)

Day 3: Mirror Sex (Peter Pevensie)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Remus Lupin)

Day 5: Sleepy/Somnophilia (James Potter)

Day 6: Wax (Thor Odinson)

Day 7: Costumes;) (Fred Weasley)

Day 8: Nudes/Phone sex (Bruce Banner)

Day 9: Handcuffs (Loki Laufeyson)

Day 10: Caught (Edmund Pevensie)

Day 11: Threesome (Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff)

Day 12: Knife Play (Eddie Munson)

Day 13: Double Penetration (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

This was soo slayyy. Love the angst, plss tag me in the next part 😩🤭

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I apologize for my time writing this; it just had to be perfect! I am so grateful that you all love my story enough to give it so much love and support and practically beg for a part 3; thank you so much. I had no idea how to start and continue this, so please be kind. I really hope you guys enjoy this part, and I hope it's everything you dreamed of <3

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Shh.. don't wake her up!" You heard Lily whisper in your half-asleep state as the sun peeked at you through the blinds.

"It's Marlene's big oger feet," Mary snorted.

"Hey! My feet are not the size of oger feet," Marlene replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Shh!" Lily warned.

You heard the shuffling of paper and steps as you opened your eyes to see your best friends hanging up decorations, a smile appearing on your face immediately.

"Oh, bollocks," Lily sighed, face-palming, "Happy birthday!" She yelled, half annoyed but half happy there was a smile on your face. She embraced you as you sat upright in bed, glad to see your friend's dedication to your birthday.

The rest of them told you a happy birthday, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Wow, I can't believe you actually got Marlene up this early," You said, opening another card they gave you.

"Well, it took a chicken drumstick," Dorcas replied.

"Otherwise, I would've been grouchy, and Y/n would have had a horrible birthday, so really I did it for her," Marlene said as Mary rolled her eyes.

"I wonder what the Marauders have planned, especially James," Lily muttered.

Every year for your birthday, James would give you a grand birthday party and tons of presents. He usually would sneak into your dorm room and surprise you with cannons and the other Marauders, but of course, this year was different.

And coincidentally, your birthday was the same day as the start of winter break, which always meant you had to pack on your birthday.

And every birthday, you had to go over to James's house for your birthday dinner with your families.

Which you were not looking forward to this year.

"Oh shit, sorry, Y/n, I know you don't want to speak about him," Lily apologized.

"It's alright; I'm sure I'll be reminded of him today many times," You replied, getting out of bed, "I can't believe I don't get to spend my birthday at Hogwarts," You said, grabbing clothes from your closet, setting them next to the trunk.

"It does suck, but you can at least be excited about your birthday dinner," Lily replied, closing her trunk.

"Hopefully, it goes well without James hinting to our parents that I hate him and don't want anything to do with him," You angrily said, shoving your clothes in your trunk.

"Do you really hate him, though?" Mary asked, "I mean, you were best friends with him all these years, and now, you utterly hate him,"

"That was before I realized he was cruel and truly considered me anything but something that he couldn't get rid of," You said, "But enough about James, are we still meeting together after Christmas?"

"Of course, your house, Y/n?" Dorcas asked.

You nodded, "But we can't steal my parent's booze again; I'm pretty sure the elves are scared of Marlene,"

"I didn't mean to scare them with my clown impression; it was just too good," Marlene smirked.

"Yeah yeah, for sure," You said, laughing before packing the rest of your clothes.

Suddenly, your parent's owl flew in from the window, delivering you a letter. You opened the envelope and straightened the folded-up letter, which stated:

Dear beloved Y/n,

Your father and I are experiencing a torturous delay from France; we have fought with the conductor multiple times and even considered apparating or the floo. Unfortunately, because of the horrible mangling rabbit, I TOLD your father not to eat, he has been throwing up all evening, and we can't apparate, and the nearest floo is eight hours away. You will stay with the Potters tonight and tomorrow night because too many wards might injure you in the house that the elves can't disable, but we hope to return before then. We want you to have the most incredible birthday and love you so much; we are incredibly sorry to miss it. Please forgive us.

Sincerely,

Your proud parents.

"What does the letter say?" Lily asked, glancing at you the folding her socks.

"My parents are stuck in a delay and can't make it to my birthday dinner in time, or even tomorrow," You shrugged.

"I am so sorry, Y/n," Lily said, embracing you.

You hugged her back. "It's okay; at least I have the Potters.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" Dorcas asked.

"Yeah, you can stay with me if you want," Mary offered.

"No, it's fine." You sighed, "They will be hurt if I skipped the opportunity to continue the tradition, and my mom would wring my head off if I didn't go," You joked.

"Okay, well, let us know," Lily smiled.

The whole part of you was sincerely upset; you didn't want your parents to not be there for your birthday. Even worse, you weren't on good terms with James, which only made for an awkward dinner with his family.

But you understood and knew your parents would make it up to you, and you know how guilty they felt; you just missed them.

You chose to keep your mind off it and keep packing until it was time to go to the train.

"When does this bloody train come?" Marlene shivered, "I'm fucking freezing,"

"I told you to bring your jumper," Mary sighed.

"I didn't think I really needed it," Marlene replied, gritting her teeth.

"I knew you would be cold," You said, giving her one of your extra jumpers.

"You know, Y/n, I'll kick Potter's bloody ass for you; just remember that," Marlene suggested, causing you to laugh.

"Speaking of the devil," Dorcas muttered under her breath.

You turned around to see James looking straight into your eyes. You had to admit that James had never been so intimidating. His eyes looked as if they had darkened, and he looked as if you were his Slytherin competitor in Quidditch.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice sounding deeper.

He didn't even say Happy Birthday.

"I'm gonna sit with them," You blankly stated, not an ounce of kindness in your voice.

"It's better if we sit together," James demanded, "Otherwise, we won't be able to find each other in the crowd when the train stops," He explained to you slowly as if you were a child, which only pissed you off.

"Are you fucking mishearing me, or are you just delusional?" You asked, "I said I'm gonna sit with my friends and not assholes. I don't even consider an acquaintance." You sneered, your voice sounding so harsh that it shocked your friends, "Please do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone."

"Are you really gonna be an uptight bitch?" James asked, a cocky smile on his face, "I mean, Jesus, I like it better when your mouth is shut or perhaps filled." Some of you knew that James was just being an asshole because he was hurt, which is what he always did, even when he was a kid, but the only thing about it was that he only did it to you.

That only angered you more before you slapped him for his rude comment, "Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that."

"Or what?" He stepped closer

"Okay, guys!" Lily stepped in, "We will approach you five minutes before the train stops, and you guys will walk together in peace, hopefully," Lily dragged you away as you glared at James.

"I can't believe you actually slapped him," Marlene said, following after you guys, "I mean, after what he said, I would've punched him so hard in the di-"

Mary cut her off, "Jokes aside, are you okay, Y/n? I mean, I have never seen James so mean and awful towards you or anyone for that matter,"

You sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't get why he is so mean to me when he was the one who broke my trust in the first place,"

"What did he do?" Marlene asked.

The rest of the group looked at Marlene as if she had killed a unicorn. Nobody had really asked what James had done but considering your resentment towards him, it must’ve been unforgiving.

You hesitated, “He just didn’t say some nice things about me.” You answered, hoping to move on.

“Like what kind of things?” Marlene pried.

You could tell she was just curious, but you were so humiliated by what James had said that you didn’t even want to tell your closest friends.

Dorcas elbowed Marlene, causing her to hiss in pain before she said, “It isn’t our business if you don’t want to tell us, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” Lily agreed, “Maybe it’s better it is between you and James.”

The rest of the group agreed including Marlene who was hunched over in pain and verbally cursing Dorcas for the hard elbow.

You muttered a “thanks” before heading onto the train. You sat by the window, staring outside to the foggy mountains.

You didn’t want to admit it but you did miss James and how much he cared for your birthday. Sometimes it seemed like it was his birthday with how high he held your birthday.

You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just try to even figure out what he had done or fight for your forgiveness, he just chose to be angry at you.

You didn't even want to think about him. Why does your whole life revolve around him?

"Anything from the trolley dearies?" The Trolley Witch asked.

"Chocolate frogs," Marlene said.

"Jumbling Jellies," Lily answered.

"I'll take Fizzing Wheezies," You said, paying her 10 galleons for you all.

"Y/n, you don't ha-" Lily was about to say before Marlene shushed her.

Lily glared as Marlene spoke, "Bless your heart, Y/n," She smiled as you laughed.

As Marlene started devouring her chocolate frog, you couldn't help but remember how you and James would share Fizzing Wheezies every time on your birthday on the train.

Practically tradition.

You wondered if he thought the same. If he was relishing in the memories.

Your thinking was halted when Dorcas set a hand on your thigh as you smiled, laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, trying to prepare for the day ahead.

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"Y/n," Someone lightly shook you by your shoulder as you looked to see Lily. She was waking all of the girls up as the train stopped.

You yawned, getting up to grab your luggage. James was right that there would be traffic, so you had to rush off, saying your goodbyes to your best friends.

"Promise to write?" Lily asked, looking near tears.

"Lils, it's only a week," You snorted as she gave you a stern look.

"A week I won't get to see you," She hugged you tighter as you smiled and returned it.

"See you before Christmas?" She asked.

You rubbed her shoulder, "See you before Christmas."

"Promise me you won't forgive Potter," Marlene sighed, causing you to laugh.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Mary asked next to Marlene.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Marlene mocked, causing Mary to glare.

"Okay, okay!" You laughed at the both of them, "Only if you promise you both will stop bickering," You hugged them both.

They glared at each other as Dorcas spoke, "Forgetting someone?"

You grinned, "Never," You hugged her, kissing her on the cheek.

You were waiting for her to say, "Give him hell?" You asked as she laughed.

"I think you know what to do," She encouraged before you exited, waving goodbye to all of them.

Even though it was only a week, you still hated being away from your best friends. They were like your third family besides your actual and the Potters.

You saw the back of Sirius's head as you approached him, considering he lived with the Potters.

He turned around before you could tap him, picking you up, "Happy birthday Y/n!" He said, kissing your cheek as you yelped.

"Okay, thank you, Sirius, put me down!" You giggled.

He put you down as you smoothed your clothing, "So where's Potter?' You asked.

He smirked, "Only last name? Ice cold Y/n." You didn't respond, so he assumed you were waiting for an answer, "He went to the toilets,"

You hummed, silently tapping your foot on the pavement, only hearing the ruckus around you both.

"Excited for your birthday dinner?" He asked, partly ready for the drama.

"Very," You sarcastically said.

"Hey, Mom and Dad aren't too bad," He said.

"We both know Euphemia and Fleamont aren't the Potters I despise," You muttered.

"Well, for your sake, I'll make him behave," He sent a charming smile your way.

"What would I do without you, Black?" You rolled your eyes.

"Probably be miserable," He answered, causing you to laugh.

"What are we laughing about?" James said, not even a smidge of excitement in his tone.

Your usual mad facade slipped back in as you grabbed your luggage and started heading toward the car. You could hear Sirius laughing behind you.

You saw Euphemia and Fleamont waiting by the car like they had usually done since Sixth year since James told them to stop coming inside because of his newfound "popularity."

Your face lit up immediately, excited to see two of your favorite people worldwide.

You embraced Euphemia, giving the tightest hug you could and giving Fleamont a kiss on the cheek while they asked about your studies. You could see James rolling his eyes both audibly and physically.

"Okay, Mother, I don't think Y/n likes all the questions," James said, leaning his head on the window while his father drove.

Sirius was in between the two of you, snoring asleep. Considering the train ride, you didn't even know why he was tired.

"I don't mind at all," You said, smiling as James glared at you.

You knew that Euphemia could feel the tension between you and James, but she ignored it, "So Y/n, I have made you something extraordinary." Euphemia said.

"And that is?" You asked, knowing she wouldn't tell you.

"I guess you will have to find out tonight during dinner." She sweetly said, winking at you.

You smiled to yourself, relieved your birthday wouldn't be that bad.

--

You entered the house that you had been over to so many times, admiring it fully.

"James will show you your room," Euphemia said, rubbing your back as you smiled, trying not to show your discomfort about James.

James didn't even wait for you before heading up the steps. Thankfully, he carried your luggage because he knew Euphemia would berate him.

"It's in there," He lazily said, not even opening the door before walking downstairs.

Jerk.

You grunted, lifting your heavy suitcase inside the room.

You admired the room, which looked like it was made for you. It was warm and tremendous for a guest room. It had all of your favorite colors and smells.

It was perfect.

You decided to nap before dinner, considering you had no one to talk to, and you were partly tired after the drive anyway. You knew an elf would get you when it was time.

--

"Ms." A frail voice said as your eyes fluttered open to see Dot, the Potter's elf that had been there since you had first moved in.

"Oh, hello, Dot," You spoke lightly, yawning.

"Ms. Potter tells Dot to inform you it's time for dinner," Her small voice said.

"Thank you, Dot, I appreciate it," You thanked before the elf nodded her head and apparated out.

You stretched, wearing a semi-formal dress, one of your favorites.

You headed down the stairs as you smelt the food radiating from the dining room. It was all of your favorites; it was pretty extraordinary. Ms. Potter was always the type to blow you off of your feet, regardless.

Your face lit up, "This is stunning, Ms. Potter," You looked at the glowing lights.

Euphemia smiled, "I'm glad you love it,"

You sat next to James with Sirius next to him. His face had certainly softened, but he was clenching his jaw when you sat beside him.

"Now," Euphemia started, "I know we usually do gifts after dinner, but we all had such beautiful surprises for you that we couldn't wait."

Euphemia started first, giving you one of your favorite movies since you were a kid, except the movie wasn't available anywhere.

You rose excitedly, embracing her, "How did you get this?" You asked, smiling at the CDs.

"A friend of mine is good friends with the director, and he happened to have one last copy," She answered as you excitingly hugged her before returning to your seat.

"Thank you, Ms. Potter," You looked at Euphemia, "I love it,"

She nodded before Fleamont gave you his gift. It was a beautiful crystal from Bejing.

You thanked him for the beautiful gem before Sirius offered you his gift. He gave you a perfume that smelled of fire whisky but wasn't actually fire whisky.

Part of you wanted to know how he did it, but you decided to save it for later as you thanked him, kissing him on the cheek as he cheered.

Last was James, who picked up the gift from under the table. He had looked you in the eyes, not a set of resentment in them at all.

Your breath hitched as he gave you a stuffed animal your grandfather gave you when you were nine. You had cried for a week because you had lost it and teared up when anyone mentioned it.

He gave it to you as it looked brand new and was cleaner than when you had it when you were nine.

When you pressed on the heart, it always said "I love you" in your grandfather's voice and even had your name on the collar.

You teared up, "How did you find it?"

He stuttered, "I-I found it in the treehouse in the corner,"

"I thought the treehouse was infested with Clockonuts," You said.

He laughed, "Well, I risked my life to get it back,"

Every sense of anger you had felt had disappeared; he had done something that was so out of his actions lately that it made you miss him.

"Thank you," You genuinely said.

He gave you a simple nod before you began eating. Conversations started after, talking about school.

"So, any boys, Y/n?" Euphemia asked as James dropped his fork on his plate, making a huge sound that caused you to look at him.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I am trying not to focus on that right now,"

"Except for Carrows," James muttered.

"Who's Carrows?" Euphemia asked, genuinely curious.

You took a bite of your carrot, "Um, well," You swallowed, "He's just a friend I have."

"I don't sit on my friend's laps," James scoffed, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, I don't call my friends sluts," You spat.

"James Fleamont Potter, what did you call her?" Euphemia added.

James ignored her, "Well, when your best friend is acting like one just because you don't fancy her, I think she deserves it,"

Mate-" Sirius chimed in, but you were faster.

"When have I ever fancied you?" You asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge.

"Y/n, you were practically obsessed with me," He ridiculed, "I couldn't get away from you, and the only time I could was when I dated Lily; it was the best months of my life," His face looked shocked after he said the last words.

You couldn't tell if he meant it, but it hurt you badly. All those years of friendship were fake; he couldn't tolerate you.

"That's enough!" Euphemia said; even Sirius was silent.

A tear ran down your cheek, "I'm actually not feeling well; I'm gonna go to bed." You said, placing your napkin on the plate in front of you.

You heard Euphemia berating James as you ran up to your room. In some ways, you didn't understand why James did everything he did if he hated you so much.

Why did he give you that gift? Why did he always call you and get mad when you didn't want to be his friend? Did you ever mean anything to James Potter?

And if you did, why did he have to ruin your birthday?

A/N: If you hated this, I apologize.

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Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

 Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B.  with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head. 

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are  paying our old friend Lyla a little  surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly. 

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

 He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder. 

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.” 

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt,  flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-" 

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.” 

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms. 

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"  

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..." 

 "Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a  low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight. 

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat.  Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next. 

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms. 

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day." 

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years. 

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible." 

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence. 

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?" 

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.” 

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light. 

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

 It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know.  Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?" 

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last. 

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit. 

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.” 

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption" - coming soon

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

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Kinkmas Day 12-Sirius Black(Voyeurism)(Blurb)

Superr sorry for this late post, but I hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: SMUTT, Voyeurism, masturbation(fem and male). 

Word Count:865

The party was in full swing, I was hanging with James, Remus, Lily and Dorcas. They were talking about how they think they did on their OWLS, but the only thing on my mind was a certain wizard that wasn’t here yet. 

“Have you guys seen Sirius yet?” I ask them, taking a sip of my drink, licking the remains off my top lip. 

“Nope, I think he’s still in our dorm.'' James said, throwing an arm around Lily's shoulder, she brings a hand up to join their fingers together. 

I nodded, “I'm gonna go see if I can find him. I'll catch you guys later.” I said, waving and turning towards the boys dorm. 

Casting a spell that lets me through, I walk up the stairs and down the hall towards the Dorm James, Remus, Sirius and Peter share. 

As I get closer I start to hear this noise, almost like a grunting sound. Walking up towards the door, I see it cracked open so I peek through it only to see what I didn’t expect. 

Sirius is standing right in front of the full body mirror, jerking off. His head is bent down and he's letting out groans. Almost like he was frustrated. 

I couldn't help but admire him, all of him. Especially his cock. I start to subconsciously rub my legs together. 

I run my right hand up my side, grabbing my breast  before running it back down. My hand finds its way into the hem of my skirt and panties and next thing I know, I’m rubbing myself while watching Sirius. 

Moving my left hand to cover my mouth, covering my moans. My right hand rubbing my clit, starting to move faster. I went to lean against the wall but accidentally hit the door making it creak. 

My eyes go wide and I stop what I’m doing. I slowly look up, my right hand still in my pants but not moving, to see Sirius has also paused what he was doing and was staring directly at me through the mirror. 

We stare at each other for a minute, not one of us saying a word. I go to take my hand out of my pants when he suddenly says something. 

“Stop. Don’t do that. Keep it there and come in love.” He says breathlessly, like he hasn’t used his voice in a while. 

I hesitantly push the door open, walking in and shutting it behind me. Not once breaking eye contact, I walk towards him. 

I stop right when I'm behind him, still looking at him through the mirror.

“I want you to lay on the bed for my love. I want you to lay there and watch me touch myself. And I want you to touch yourself.” He said quietly. Slowly beginning to stroke himself again. 

I silently walk towards the bed, and lay down, propping my head up on a couple pillows. 

Once I'm comfortable, I look back at him and my eyes immediately go to his cock. I feel myself start to get wet again and I slowly start to rub myself again through my skirt and panties. 

I whimper, the noise barely there but Sirius heard it and he grins. Starting to move his hand up and down his cock faster. 

“Oh merlin” I whisper, my voice barely there. I stop myself for only a second to remove my skirt and panties before I go right back to quickly rubbing my clit. 

I take my other hand and grab my breast, squeezing and playing with my nipple. The added stimulation makes a feeling appear in my stomach. 

“Oh Siri, I'm gonna cum baby.” I moan out. 

He groans and throws his head back, “ Me too baby, Cum for me love.” He said, releasing all over his hand and lower stomach. 

I follow quickly after, my body shaking slightly on the bed, my back arches off and I moan loudly. Not worried if anyone can hear me because of the music playing downstairs. 

My eyes closed, and my mouth open, I felt a hand run through my hair. I slowly open my eyes and look up to see Sirius smiling slightly. 

“Good job love. So good.” He whispers. 

I smile a little and shy away, turning my head a little. My cheeks blushing as he chuckles. 

“Well I sure didn’t expect this to happen when I came to find you but, I’m not complaining.” I said once I relaxed. 

He just laughed and shook his head. 

“Well I obviously didn’t expect this to happen either but now that it did, it gives me some confidence to ask you out.”He said, sitting on the bed, right next to me. 

I sit up and raise an eyebrow, “Ask me out?” I question him.

He nods and leans slightly forwards, grabbing my face with both hands. 

“Yeah, ask you out. What do you say lovely, wanna go out with me?” He quietly asks me, his thumbs softly rubbing my face. 

I stare at him for a moment before smiling wide and nodding my head. 

“Yeah, I'll go out with you.” I whisper to him, leaning forward and connecting our lips. 

Kinkmas Day 11:Ron Weasley(Edging)(Blurb)

I am so so so sorry this is super late but I do hope you enjoy. I also am sorry it is so short, didn’t really have an idea for this one. 

Warnings: SMUTT, Edging, fingering, marking. 

Word Count: 292

“Please please please pleaseee” I whined as Ron edged me for what felt like the 1000th time but was really only the third. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know. You’ve been a bit of a brat today.” He said, slowly moving his finger inside of me. 

He places a couple kisses on the inside of my thigh, sucking here and there, leaving a few marks. 

“I'm sorry Ronnie, I won’t ever do it again! Please baby!” I beg, my legs shaking from having the feeling of needing to cum but not having enough stimulation. 

He bites his lip and closes his eyes for a second, like he's thinking about it before, looking back down at me. 

“Ok, fine” he sighs, shaking his head slightly. 

“But if this ever happens again…I’m not gonna let you cum for a week. This is just a warning love.” He said, starting to move his fingers faster in me.

“OH MERLIN!” I shouted, cuming not even a second later from being edged so much. 

He leans down, placing kisses on my thighs. Beginning to slow his fingers down again, helping me come down from my orgasm. 

Once I've settled and my breath has evened slightly, he slowly removes his fingers. He sits up and looks down at me. 

I look up at him and smile sleepily, letting out a yawn. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little. 

“Oh are you tired baby?” he asked, almost in a mocking tone. 

I nodded slowly. Moving my arms from my sides to rest on my stomach. 

He chuckles lightly, “Well that's too bad. We aren’t even done yet.” He said, leaning up on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

“Now get on your knees baby and open that pretty mouth”

Kinkmas Day 10-Draco Malfoy x reader(Voice Kink)(Blurb)

Warnings: Sleepy Draco, soft morning sex, cowgirl, kissing, marking. 

(I apologize for this being late asf, but I do hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!)

“Hey, Dray” I nudge him, he hmm’s and rolls over, his back facing me. 

I roll my eyes, and I lean over his body a little, my arms on his right arm. I rest my head on my arms and look at his side profile for a second. Taking my finger and lightly running it down the side of his face. 

His nose twitches and he groans, “Draco.” I whisper his name, hoping to slowly ease him out of sleep.

He hums again, and slowly begins to open his eyes, blinking slowly to fix his vision. When he finally looks at me, I'm just staring at him. A smile on my face.

“Good Morning my love. We have 40 minutes till class and if we don’t get up now, we won’t have time for breakfast.” I told him, sitting back up. And taking out my messy bun, running my fingers through my hair contemplating if I need a shower or if it can wait until after classes. 

“I think I'm gonna skip breakfast this morning darling and sleep for an extra 20 minutes.” He mumbles, his voice soft and deep. 

I pause what I'm doing, and look at him, he's staring at me with sleepy eyes and a small smile. 

I smile back and lean down, my face over his, “Merlin I love your morning voice.” I tell him, placing a small kiss on his lips before sitting back up to get out of bed. 

I’m about to stand up when I feel him tug my hair, pulling me back down and earning a squeak from me. 

“Now hold on now baby, you can say that and then just go about your day. Now you got me thinking about things and If we both want to have a good day, then we can have a quickie.” He says, pulling me into a kiss. 

I smile into the kiss and slowly climb on top of him. “Just a quick one. We have thirty mins till class and I at least want some toast.” I said, pulling his pants down a little till his cock pops out and I move my panties to the side. 

I slowly lowered myself onto him, we both let out small moans. I lean down to kiss him again, moving my hips slowly back and forth. He moves his hands to grip my waist, moving me a tad bit faster but not too fast. 

I move my lips to the side of his neck, right below his ear and I suck, knowing that's the spot that gets him there and that he’ll walk around later with a hickey on his neck all proud. 

I start to feel my stomach turn and next thing I know, I'm cumming on his cock. My body shakes slightly as I lay on top of him. He continues to thrust into me slowly, reaching his orgasm only a second laters. 

He kisses my temple and runs a hand down my hair, “That was great baby, Merlins I love you so much.” He said, lifting my head up to give me a kiss. It was slow but passionate, perfect for this moment right here. 

I smile and look at him, moving my arms to rest on his chest and my chin to rest on my arms. 

“I love you too”

Kinkmas Day 9-Pansy Parkinson(Body Woreship)(Blurb)

(Sorry this is so late and so short but, here it is.)

TW: Hair Pulling, Butt grabbing? But besides that none really, I know its Kinkmas but I didn’t really have an Idea for this one so. 

Word Count: 138

She runs her hands up my body, slowly going over my curves. Stopping at my breasts to give them a quick squeeze before she moves them up to my face. 

She holds my face in her hands and leans in, giving me a long kiss. Biting my lip as she pulls away. 

“I’m loving this body baby.” She said, My eyes begin to close as she runs her hands through my hair. 

All of a sudden I feel a tug and my eyes open, she looks at me with a sparkle in her eyes.

“This is my body, baby, mine. And only I’m allowed to see it.” She says, pulling me in for another kiss, running her right hand down my back until he grabs my butt, pulling me closer to her. 

Yup, she’s mine and I'm hers.

Kinkmas day 8-Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

(I apologies for how late this is but I do hope you enjoy. I didn’t really have an idea on what to do, I just started writing and got a bit carried away.)

TW: SMUT!! Praise Kink, Rubbing, marking. Pet names(Good girl, Lovely, darling)

Word Count: 1151

Sitting in the great hall, going over my potions homework. Harry walks over with Ron and sits down next to me. 

“What do you have there Lovely?” He asks, snatching my paper from under my hands. 

“Harry give it back! I'm going over my positions homework.” I said, trying to snatch it back. 

He kept moving it out of my reach, looking at it. “This ones wrong, change it to Pepperup potion not Polyjuice.” He said, handing it back to me and grabbing a piece of bread from the basket in front of him. 

I use my wand to erase it and then rewrite Pepperup instead of Polyjuice. I nudge him to look over it once more. 

He nods and gives my forehead a quick kiss, “Good girl” He says, turning to Ron to talk about the next quidditch match on Friday. 

I freeze hearing him call me that, my cheeks turn pink and I look away from them, hiding my face in my hands.

 I feel a hand on my back, “You alright lovely?” He asks.

I just nod and grab my stuff. 

“Yes, the bell is going to ring though so I’m gonna head to my next lesson. See you lads at lunch.” I tell them, leaning down to quickly kiss Harry’s cheek. 

He smiles and gives me a small wave as I walk away. I wave back and leave the great hall. I walk into the girls bathroom and go into a stall, leaning against the wall and sliding down. 

Why did I pause when Harry called me Good Girl?! Oh Gosh! Did I like it?

I shake my head and take a few deep breaths and stand back up. I exit the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands. 

Drying my hands, I shake my head once more, and settle on a decision. 

I definitely DO NOT like it when he calls me Good Girl, I was just shocked. 

*Later after classes in the common room*

I sat with the trio in the common room going over Trelawney's homework. 

“Ok ok, who got B for question 4?” I ask. 

“I got C” Said Mione as Ron and Harry agreed with her. 

“Hmm, damn okay. I guess I'll change it.” I laughed and changed it to C. 

Harry Leaned over the couch to where I sat on the floor and double checked it. Once he did a quick lookover, he nodded and patted my head. 

“Nice job Darling.” He said, leaning back and looked over at Ron’s. 

I pause mid stroke and take a shaky breath. Shit! I do like it! Oh god. I start to feel this feeling in my stomach and I know what it is. 

My eyes widen and I accidentally grab Harry's leg. He looks at me and sees my expression. 

Leaning over he quietly asks, “You alright Darling?”

I Just nod and blush and look down at my hands. 

“You sure?” He asks, double checking. 

I nod again and give him my best smile. 

I grab my stuff and stand up, “I’m actually not really feeling good guys so I'm gonna head up to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.” I said, putting my bag over my shoulders and giving Harry a quick kiss on his hair. 

I smile at everyone and make my way up the stairs to my dorm. 

*Harry’s POV*

She’s been acting weird since snacking earlier. I wonder if she's ok. Going to get back to work, I spot she’s left her quill. I bend over to grab it. 

“Hey guys, Y/n left her quill. I'm gonna go give it to her real quick.” I said to them standing up. 

All I get is a nod and a quiet okay before I make my way up the stairs to her dorm. 

Before I am able to knock, I hear a groan from inside, my eyes widen thinking she's in pain so I knock. A couple seconds go by before nothing happens and so I knock one more time. 

She still doesn’t answer so I just walk in. And what I see is something I didn’t expect. 

Y/n, is laying there, with her hand down her panties and a hand up her shirt. 

Smirking and leaning against the door frame I think, this must be why she wasn’t ‘feeling good’ earlier. 

“Oh Harry.” She mutters but I hear it and smirk more. 

Waiting a couple more minutes, I decided to make myself known. 

“Thinking of me Lovely?” I ask. 

Her eyes open wide and she sits up so fast, she feels dizzy, putting her hand up to hold her head for a second before looking at me with wide eyes. She looks like a deer in headlights. 

“I-I was just” She stutters, speechless. 

“Was just thinking of me? This was why you were weird all day huh. Thinking of me, doing things to you.” I tease her, slowly walking towards her. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. I raise my eyebrows. 

I lightly grip her jaw, “Isn’t it darling?” I ask a bit more sternly. 

She nods, “Yes sir” She whispers. 

“Mmm good girl.” I say and she arches her back a bit. The smirk that's still on my face widens a bit as I realize why she's this way in the first place. 

She must have noticed I noticed because she blushes and tries to look away but my hand is still gripping her jaw. 

“No need to be shy. I think it's cute that all it takes for you to get like this is to be called a good girl. My good girl.” I said. 

She whimpers and rubs her legs together. I look down and see a little wet spot on her panties. 

Letting go of her jaw, I sit next to her on the bed. Her eyes follow my hand as I grab her leg and put it over mine, opening her up for me. 

I move my hand slightly over her panties, and start to rub over her clit. She moans and I know she's already close from before I got there. 

I lean towards her next and start to press kisses on her neck, sucking on a spot I know she likes. 

My fingers start to rub faster. Her hips start to buck and then a second later she lets go. 

She grabs my thigh, pulling at my pants. Her eyes are closed and she looks blissful. 

I finally stop and just place a couple kisses on her neck to help to relax and calm down. 

She can finally breathe normally again and tunes to look at me. Giving me a look. 

I smirk, about to open my mouth but she interrupts me. 

“No! We are not gonna talk about it.” She said, crossing her arms. 

I laugh and pull her towards me, kissing her slightly chapped lips. 

Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

Kinkmas Day 6-Nancy Wheeler(Thigh Riding)(Blurb)

TW: SMUT!! Thigh Riding. (That litterally all there is, lol)

 Word Count:215

(Absolutely no plot whatsoever. Just a little blurb because I’m not a very big fan of Nancy. Lol Sorryy!! Still hope y'all enjoy though. Also sorry it's super late. I’ve been lazy lately)

“There we go honey” She says softly, running her hand over my back. 

My pussy rubbing on her leg, her bare leg slightly bouncing to add pressure. 

I moan softly, biting my lip, starting to move my hips faster. I feel my orgasm approaching fastly. 

She tugs my hair back lightly. Forcing me to look at her. 

“Look at me honey, there we go.” She says, nodding slightly and rubbing her hands up and down my legs to encourage me. 

“Cum all over my legs baby, Come on.” She said, Leaning forward and lightly putting her lips on mine, giving me a small kiss. 

I arch my back, my head lolling back and I let out a low moan. Cumming all over her legs. 

She continues to rub her hands up and down my legs to soothe me from my orgasm. 

I slowly come to a stop, my breathing ragged. I lean forward, resting my head on her shoulder. 

She takes a hand and runs him over my hair, placing a small kiss on my hair. 

“So good honey…so good.” She whispered. 

Kinkmas Day 5: Robin Buckley(Semi-Public/Public)

Tw: Semi-Public sex, fingering, Marking.(I believe that's it but lemme know if I missed any!)

A/n: Sorry this is so late and short, there is very little plot but I do hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 490

Walking into the movies, I see Robin waiting on the side for me with a small popcorn and a large drink. 

“Hey, so sorry I’m late. My car wouldn’t start so I had to get Eddie to jumpstart it. Hopefully it works when we leave.” I said, semi out of breath from rushing up the escalator. 

“It’s fine. Let's go, the movie has already started.” She said, handing me the tickets to hand to the girl working. 

“Ok, It’s gonna be theater 4 on your left. Enjoy your movie.” The girl said. 

We nodded and smiled, Robin sending her a small thank you. 

As we got to our seats all the way in the back, there were only about 6 people there and they were in the middle.

We sat down, getting situated before focusing on the movie. 

*40 mins later*

We're about an hour into the movie and I am getting kinda bored. I look at Robin before looking back at the screen. 

Feeling antsy, I start moving around in my seat. Getting a bit uncomfortable. Robin looks over and raises a brow and asks if I'm ok, I just nod and try to pay attention to the screen again. 

She takes her hand and rests it on my knee in a form of comfort but all I felt was a sudden wetness between my legs. 

Trying to be discreet about it, I rub my legs together slowly hoping to ease the feeling and I lean my head on her shoulder. Rubbing my nose against her neck. 

I wait a couple minutes before starting to press small kisses on her neck, sucking a little in one spot I know she loves. 

Her grip on my leg tightens and she slowly moves her hand upwards and into my skirt. I sucka bit harder on her neck at the feeling. 

She moves my underwear aside slowly, slipping a finger in, I moan into her neck, trying not to make a sound and attract attention over to us. 

I move my lips from her neck to her jaw, leaving marks along the way. She starts to rub my clit with her thumb, her middle and ring finger moving faster in me. 

I feel my stomach tighten and I grip her wrist. She moves her fingers even faster knowing I'm close. 

I bite her shoulder, leaving teeth marks for sure. With one last thrust of her fingers, I'm coming all over them. My legs shake from the orgasm and I try to catch my breath as she slowly removes her fingers. 

She kisses my forehead, her hand putting my underwear back in place and moving her hand back on my thigh. She pats it and I know it's her way of saying, Good girl. 

I smile sleepily and rest my her on her shoulder, trying to focus on the movie but my eyelids start to drop and next thing you know, I’m out.

Hey! IT’s December 8th. Super excited to read more of your 25 days of Christmas prompts. Hope you’re doing well <3

Hey! I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking! 🥰Just a little stressed with Finals for School and work but I just uploaded days 3 and 4 and am working on days 4-8 right now and they should be done later tonight! And I’m hoping to be uploading daily after tomorrow since my finals are over with and I’m done with school for a bit! And thank you for the support and liking my writing! I hope you enjoy the rest of the days of 25 Days of Kinkmas! Much Love!❤️

Kinkmas Day 4: Jim Hopper(Boots)

Tw: Boots, humping, sucking of fingers(don’t really think that's one but just in case lol, and I think that's really it, lemme know if I missed any though.)

(This one may be kind of short because I don’t really have a plot for it so apologies but I hope you enjoy it! Also Sorry for it being so late!)

Word Count: 418

“Pleaseee” I whine, sitting on my knees in front of Jim. He looks down at me and raises his right eyebrow, like he’s asking what I want when he knows exactly what I want. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks, gripping my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“I-I want to hump your boot.” I tell him, looking down shyly but he quickly lifts my head back up to look at him. 

He rubs his thumb over my lips before he solely slides it in. 

“Suck” He says, not asking but telling me. 

My lips wrap around his finger and start to suck. “Mhmmm” I moan, around them. 

He moves his foot under me, letting me sit on it. He pushed down on my tongue to stop me from sucking and I looked up at him. 

He grips my chin again, but with his thumb still in my mouth, leaving me unable to talk. 

“Now sweetheart, I want you to fuck yourself on my boot and when you come I want you to scream my name. And the maybe if you’re a good girl, Ill let you suck my cock, that sound good?” He asks teasingly. 

I just nod and he hums, removing his thumb and running his hand through my hair, getting a grip. 

“Go” He tells me. 

My hips immediately start to move over his boot. The lace from my underwear rubbing against my clit gives me friction. 

I moan, gripping his leg and starting to move faster. I close my eyes, starting to feel the funny feeling in my stomach. 

I feel a tug on my hair, “I want you to look at me when you cum sweetheart, and I want you to be loud” He said, keeping a grip on my hair as my hips start to move uncontrollably faster. 

“Oh God! I said, Looking into his eyes. Moaning loudly. 

“I'm gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” I repeat over and over. 

“That’s it baby, cum on my boot, cum all over my boot.” He says soothingly

“OH JIM!” I moan loudly, finally releasing all over his boots. 

As I come down, my grip on his legs loosen and I open my eyes I didn’t even know were closed. 

He steps back, removing his boot from under me and running his hand from my hair down my face. 

“Such a good girl,” He praises me. “Want to suck my cock now? I think you’ve earned it.” he says, starting to unbuckle his belt.

Kinkmas Day 3: Eddie Munson(dry Humping)

Tw: Dry Humping, semi-public, neck kissing, rubbing. (I believe that's it but if I missed anything lemme know!)

A/N: So sorry for the super late post but I hope you like this! Also sorry if there's any spelling errors. 

Word Count: 859

So sorry for the super late post but I hope you like this!

“C,mon babe, just a quickie, really quick I promise.” Eddie said, hugging you from behind.

“Eddie, we have to meet the group at the arcade in 20 minutes. A Quickie to you is like eating ice cream, you always want more after you have a bowl” I said, Finishing up tying my hair back.

He scoffs, “It is not. I promise it will be quick! Pleaseeee” He whines. 

I shake my head, grabbing my bag and keys, walking towards the door. 

“If you don't hurry up, I’m leaving you here and you can walk” I said, opening the door and walking down the trailer stairs. 

I hear a huff behind me before a door closes and footsteps coming down the stairs. 

“You are so not fair.” He says, pouting and crossing his arms once he’s seated in the car. 

I just roll my eyes and ignore, backing out and going towards the arcade. 

*At the arcade*

“If you can wait two hours until we get home, you can have me all night” I whisper to him as we walk through the door. 

He stops and looks at me with wide eyes, I just walk past him and wink.

Finding an all familiar hat in a group of teens, I shout out Dustin's name, letting them know we’re here and on time this time. 

“Y/n! Good you’re here. Okay so we wanted to do teams of two for air hockey, Cause the arcade just got that big one, and since you guys are here now, there's an even number of people.” He started saying, explaining what we're gonna do and how it’s gonna work. 

While he’s talking Eddie walks up beside me, grabbing my hand to hold. 

I look at him real quick to flash him a quick smile but when I see his face, I see him with a stern gaze, looking around the arcade. Not even paying attention to what Dustin was saying. 

“Okay so you’re okay with that right Y/n?” Dustin asks. 

I shake my head, looking back at him, “Um, sorry, with what exactly?” I ask sheepishly. 

Dustin looks at me weirdly, “With Eddie being my partner cause Robin and Steve are already partnered up and Lucas and Max and el and Mike so you’re with Will.” He explained. 

I nod, and he grabs Eddie’s hand dragging him over to the rest of the group. I trail behind them, smiling as everyone says hello. 

“Okay! Now that everyone is here! Let’s play!” Steve says Clapping his hands. 

*After air hockey* 

“Okay, I don’t know about you guys but I’m tired and hungry so let's take a lunch break.” Robin says, walking over to the biggest booth they had there. Sitting down and scooting over so everyone else can fit in too. 

The last one in is Eddie and there's no room for me so he just casually grabs my waist and pulls me on his lap. 

I yelp from the rudeness but he just tightens his grip around me and grabs a menu.

“Ed, I could have just grabbed a chair.” I whisper to him. 

He just shakes his head, “No it’s ok babe. You can sit here, with me.” He says with a look in his eyes, a look I know all too well. 

As everyone is talking I feel little kisses on my neck. I move it a little to give him more access but not too much that it’s noticeable. 

He grips my hips, slowly moving them back and forth, I move my hand down, gripping his arms. 

Looking around and seeing everyone occupied I turned towards him a bit, “Eds, what are you doing?” I ask him. 

He just looks at me and smirks, discreetly moving my hips faster. 

I close my eyes, feeling something in my stomach. I lean my head back against his shoulder, turning my head towards his ears so he can hear the little whimpers that are leaving my mouth. 

Sliding his hand under my skirt, he starts to rub my clit through my underwear, adding more pressure to increase the feeling in my stomach. 

I nip at his ear and whimper a small, “Eddie” letting him know that I’m cumming. 

He rubs my clit faster until finally my body lets go. I grip his arms hard, leaving nail indents in them. He slowly stops moving my hips to help me relax and then suddenly stands up with me in his arms. 

“Y/n has got to pee and I'm gonna go grab some more tokens while we wait for someone. We’ll be right back” He says quickly before anyone can say anything, dragging us to the bathroom. 

“W-What are you doing?” I ask, still dazed about what just happened. 

He looks around before pushing me in the women's restroom and then walking in himself.

He closes the door, locks it and turns around, leaning against with a spark in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. 

“After what just happened, I am not waiting until we get home.” He says.

Kinkmas Day 2! Billy Hargrove x Reader(Spanking)

TW: Spanking, Fingering, squirting, slightly Mean!Billy, maybe toxic!billy(if you squint), Soft!Billy, aftercare.(I believe that's it but lemme know if I missed any!)

(A/n: This is super late but I lowkey forgot so sorry abt that. Also I mentioned a taxi once or twice here and they probably don’t have taxis in Hawkins cause it's a small town but lets pretend ok. Also, There's like 2 maybe 3 time skips to get to the Smut faster. Anddd I wrote this at like 5 am so sorry if there is misspelling  Lol, Anyways enjoy.)

Word Count: 2.1k

“Do you have to tell him when you got out all the time?” Claire asks as we get dressed in her room. 

“No. He just worries a lot so I tell him so he doesn't.” I tell her, buttoning up my jeans. 

“Mhmm, sure.” She replies in an unconvincing way. I roll my eyes. Turning around to look at her. 

“You ready? I told Billy that I'd be home by 11 and it's 9 now. I wanna get hom ebay then because he said he has a surprise for me!” I said, getting a little excited. 

“Yeah yeah, lets go, it takes like 10 minutes to get there so lets bounce.” She said, grabbing her house keys and walking out the front door. Locking it once I'm outside too. 

“We’ve got everything? Keys, wallet?” I ask, just making sure before we actually leave. 

“Yep! Let's get going. Hopefully the line isn’t too long” She said, walking down the driveway. I follow after her. 

“We can always use our special charm! You know, being a woman and all!” I smirk, sending her a wink when she turns around to give me a quick look. 

“Jeez Y/n. You are such a weirdo!” She exclaimed. Getting into the taxi she called 15 minutes ago to come get us, me getting in behind her. 

*Time skip to the bar. 1 hour in*

The music is bumping in the background. Claire found someone to dance with about 20 minutes ago and since then I've been sitting here slowly sipping on my 4th drink tonight. A Bronx Cocktail. 

Looking around, I spot a pair of green eyes staring at me, a male, maybe one or two years older than me. 

I smile and look away, not noticing them coming my way. 

I take another sip of my drink, feeling a tap on my shoulder. 

“Excuse me miss, I noticed you're all alone and was wondering if you'd like to dance?” He asked, politely, might I add. Totally surprising to me. 

I blush, realizing I haven’t answered him yet. 

“Oh I’m sorry. No, I actually have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate but thank you for the offer.” I told him, giving him a small smile. 

He smiled and nodded, “understandable. Well then, you have a nice night…”

“Y/n” I told him, “And you have a nice night too…:

“Shane” he said. 

“Well you have a nice night too Shane” I said. Giving him one more small smile and a wave as he walks away. 

A couple moments later, Claire stumbled over. 

“Who was that?!” She asked, hiccuping after. 

I grab her hand, helping her sit down, waving the bartender over to ask for a glass of water.

He sets it down and I push it in her hands. 

“Down this and then I'll tell you.” I told her. 

She rolls her eyes, ”Yes mother.” She said, downing it and slamming the glass down after, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Better?” I ask. 

She shrugs, “Kinda. Now, tell me. Who was that?” She asks again, shaking my shoulders. 

I chuckle, shaking my head, “That was Shane, I just met him tonight, he asked me to dance but I told him I had a boyfriend and he totally understood. We said goodnight to each other and he walked away. It was nothing.” I explained to her what happened. 

She shook her head. Getting another water. 

“He asked you to dance?” She asked. 

“Yes” I answered her. 

“And you said no?” She asked, like she was double checking I really did that. 

Annoyed, I nodded, “Yes! He asked to dance and I said no. I Have. A. Boyfriend. Claire. One that I don’t think would approve of me dancing with another guy.” I said. 

Leaning over, she took my shoulders, Looking me in my eyes. 

“Look girl, I’m not telling you what to do, you can do whatever you want. I just want you to have fun, and sitting here by yourself when I'm over there dancing, isn't fun. Now it's 10:30, before you have to get back, maybe asking for a dance, even just one could be fun. But if you just wanna sit here, by yourself for the next 20 minutes, then by all means go ahead. However, I am going to go back over there and dance with Danny, and then maybe go home with him, if you know what I mean.” She said, winking. 

I laughed, shaking my head, “I know what you mean. I just, isn’t it cheating if I dance with another guy?” I ask her. 

She shook her head, “No, not if you guys are friends and it's friendly. You said it yourself that he understood you had a boyfriend. If you just ask him to dance as friends, you're fine. And even if it's one dance, it can still be fun before you leave.” She explained. 

I nodded, ”Yeah, I guess you're right.” I said, thinking about it. 

“You don’t have to of course, but you have 15 minutes and like I said, one dance couldn't hurt and could be fun. Just think about it, ok?” she asks, standing back up, getting ready to head back over to Danny. 

I nod for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks babe. I'll see you later ok. Call me when you get home or call me in the morning if you don’t go home tonight. If I don’t hear from you by noon tomorrow, Imma call the police. Understand missy.” I tell her, jokingly but also serious. 

“Yes, yes, I understand. I'll call you later. Love you!” She yelled, already walking away. 

“Love you too!” I yelled back. Turning back towards the bar. 

I sigh, rubbing my head before finally making up my mind. 

“Excuse, Sir? Can I get a shot of tequila please? Thanks” I said as he set it in front of me. 

I grab the glass, counting to three before taking the shot, making a face at how strong it was before shaking my head. 

I stand up, smoothing down my shirt, turning around, ready to have a bit of fun. 

*Time skip. 45 minutes later*

“You did not!” I exclaim, slapping Shane's arm as I die of laughter. 

“Yup, I totally did. I looked him up and down and showed him a shrimp. He was being a complete asshole and he deserved it for talking to my sister like that.: He said, laughing along with me. 

“That's Hilarious!” I said, still laughing. 

“What hilarious?” I hear a deep voice ask behind me. My eyes go wide before I quickly stand up and turn around. 

“Baby.” I said in a greeting. Walking over to Billy, I grab his hand. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. 

“It’s 11:30. I got worried” He said, his voice holding no emotion, his eyes staring holes into Shane's head. 

“It Is?! Oh my gosh, babe I'm so sorry I must have lost track of time. Lemme go close my tab and we can go ok?” I tell him, kissing his cheek before walking past him to the bar. 

I do that real quick before walking back over, Billy in the same spot where I left him. 

“Okay I'm good. Let's go.” I said, walking over to the table where Shane was at to grab my purse. 

“Oh yeah! Baby, this is Shane, we met tonight and he was telling me about how this guy was an asshole to his sister and all that. It was so funny. Anyways, sorry about this Shane. It was nice talking to you.” I said, grabbing my purse and waving at him, grabbing Billy’s hand and walking to the door. 

Shane waved back and in a second we were out the door. 

Walking to the car, Billy opens my side for me before shutting it once I'm in. He walks around the car and gets in, turning it on and backing out. 

Doing all this, unusually quietly. 

“Hey,” I said, grabbing his hand, “You ok?” I ask

He clenches his jaw, “You were 30 minutes Late because you were talking to some guy! What the hell Y/N?! I thought we said 11 because of the surprise I had?” He asked, slightly angry. 

“I'm so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to lose track of time. It won’t happen again, I promise” I said. Leaning over to kiss his cheek in reassurance. 

“I know it is not. Not after I teach you a lesson.” He said quietly, I almost didn't hear it. 

“W-what? What's that supposed to mean?” I asked.

His hand left the steering wheel, putting it on my thigh. Gripping it kinda hard. 

“You’ll see when we get home,” he said. And that was it for the rest of the car ride. 

Nothing but silence. 

Once home, he opens the door and lets me go in first. Smacking my butt a little to hurry me up. 

“Go in the room and get undressed. Everything off in 2 minutes” He said in my ear, walking off into the bathroom before I could ask questions. 

Part of me wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t but the other half didn’t want to see what would happen so I went with the second one. 

Walking in, I quickly undress and sit on the bed, waiting for Billy to come out. 

A couple minutes go by, when the door creaks open and he walks in shirtless. His jeans unbuttoned but zipped up. 

He walks over, and sits down. Looking at me then patting his lap. 

Thinking he meant to sit on his lap, I go to do that when he stops me. 

“No baby, lay across my legs, ass up dove.” He said. 

I slowly do as he says, slightly confused. 

He rubs my ass softly, massaging it almost. Until I feel a sting on it. 

“Ow!” I said, trying to get up but his arms held me down. 

“Hey- Billy , what are you doing?” I ask. 

“Teaching you a lesson dove. Now count for me. If you refuse or stop for longer than 5 seconds, we're starting over. Understand?’ He states more than ask.

I just nod, not wanting to make a big deal and just get this over with. 

“Good girl. Now let’s start”

He rubs my ass before I feel a smack.

“Count!” He demands after I don’t say anything.

“O-one” I say almost breathlessly. 

“Hmm” he hums, smacking my ass again. 

*A couple mins later*

“T-Twenty” I said, stuttering, Tears running down my face. 

He rubs my ass, soothing it a little. 

“Good job baby. We're all done. You did so good for me.” He says softly, still caressing my ass.

His hands, go over from one cheek to the other then slowly moving down until,

“Ohhhh”, I moan, my eyes rolling back. 

He slowly moves his finger in and out of my, then adds a second one. 

“Since you did so good for me baby, you can get a little reward.” he said, starting to move his fingers faster. 

I grip the sheets, moaning out. 

 I feel my orgasm start to come unbelievably fast. 

“I'm gonna, Oh god Billy! I'm gonna cum!” I screamed, cumming around his fingers. 

He slows down his fingers but doesn’t stop, helping me ride out my orgasm. 

“Okay baby, I'm gonna pick you up and lay you down. You made a mess so I gotta change the covers really quick.” Billy said, slowly pulling his finger out of me and removing me from his lap, taking the covers and then laying me down. 

I yawn, “Mess? I made a mess?” I ask, confused but also very tiredly. 

“You squirted all over my fingers and the blankets dove.” he said. Walking back over with a new blanket, shirt and a tube of something. 

I hmm, not really caring anymore about anything except sleep. 

“Alright dove, let's put this on, sit up really quick,” he says, helping me sit on a sore butt to slide a shirt on really quick. 

“Okay now lay on your stomach, I'm gonna rub this ointment on your but ro help and then we can cuddle ok?” he says, Putting some cool ointment on my burning hot ass. 

I nod, totally out of it now. 

“There we go. All done! Alright dove, let's go to bed.” He said, getting up to wash his hands and then turn off the bedroom light. 

He pulls the covers over you both, carefully putting his arm around you, mindful of your butt. 

He nuzzles his head into your neck, “I love you, you know that right?” he asks, but you're already knocked out. 

He chuckles and closes his eyes. So much for the surprise.

Steve Harrington x Reader Kinkmas Day 1-Marking

TW: Breeding, Marking, Hickey’s, Making out. (That should be it but let me know if I missed any! Also, this it a couple hours late but here it is! Enjoy Day 1 of Kinkmas!)

Word Count:911

Now listen here, Steve Harrington is a pretty simple guy. It doesn't take much to please him.

However, this man has a little problem when it comes to Jealousy. 

Flashback 

“Steve Harrington if you don’t get back here right now!” I yelled, fast walking after Steve as he walked out of the room.

“I'm going to the kitchen!” He yells back. 

I roll my eyes, turning the corner and leaning against the counter. 

“What are you even so mad about?” I ask, folding my arms. 

He closes the fridge and sets the orange juice on the counter. Tilting his head up and letting out a sigh. 

“I just, I don’t like you hanging around Tommy. And yes, I know he is my friend but he is a total asshole!” He said, turning around to face me. 

“Steve….” I whisper, “What are you talking about? Why are you bringing up Tommy?” I ask, walking towards him until I am standing right in front of him. 

He sighs, “after we hung out with the group yesterday. And You went to the restroom. I kinda overheard him talking about you- Don't ask what he said..I’m not gonna tell you, but it was very…filthy” He said. 

I snorted, “You’re mad at me because when we ALL hung out together last night, Tommy said some things about me” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No I- I’m not mad at you, I'm just mad. He knows you're mine! Why would he say anything like that at all?!” He says as his voice raises a little bit. 

I move my hands to his arms, rubbing them up and down until they settle on his neck, “Steve, If you think, that anyone besides you, gets to have me. Then you must be the dumbest man in the world” I said, Pulling him down for a kiss. 

He kissed back, Putting more force into, slowly pushing me back into the counter. 

His hands move down my hips, picking me up and setting me on the counter. 

I break the kiss to pull up his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Going back in for his lips. 

My hands move to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as I can.

He breaks the kiss, moving down my neck, biting and sucking, surely leaving marks that I'll have to cover later. 

His hands grab the top of my tank top, pulling it down so my boobs fall out. Wearing no bra tonight seemed like a good choice. 

He moves down my chest, sucking marks on my left boob then moving on to the nipple. Sucking like his life depended on it. 

I leaned my head back, letting out a loud moan. 

“Oh God! Steve, baby please. I need you” I said, pulling his mouth off my nipple and back onto mine. 

“Steve..I need your cock....Please” I begged against his lips, rubbing my thighs together, or at least trying to with him standing in between them.

“Alright fine baby, maybe I should put a baby into you. Then no one else can say anything about you.” He said, rubbing his cock between my folds. 

“God yes! Put a baby into me Steve! I want your babies.” I said, Moaning loudly as he slipped his cock in. 

“Mmm, Imma fill you up all nice.” He said, thrusting slowly in me.

My hands move to his back, pulling him closer to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down on mine. 

I moan in his mouth as his thrusts speed up. Feeling a little flutter in my stomach. 

“Oh Steve! Im gonna cum, I'm gonna cu-ahhhh” I said, cumming all over his cock. 

“Almost there baby, I'm almost there” he said, pulling my head back to kiss me. 

His thrust starts to get sloppy, and I know he's close. 

“Come on baby, come in me. Give your babies!” I said, encouraging him. 

“Ahh, oh my god.” He said cumming in me. 

Taking a moment to breathe, he rests his head on mine. 

“Damn babe, I know you’re possessive but just, damn” I said breathlessly. 

He laughs, “You didn’t think I was done with you did you?” He asks, picking me up off the counter and heading to the bedroom. 

He tosses me on the bed, crawling on top of me, “Oh baby, we’re just getting started” He said, kissing me again.

Flashback over

That leads me to right now. We have a breakfast date with the group in 20 minutes, and getting in the shower without looking in the mirror first left me this little surprise. 

My neck and chest, covered in hickies that's gonna take some time to cover up.

“Damn it Harrington. You better call them and tell them some lie on why we’re gonna be late!” I told him. Looking at him through the mirror.

He leans against the door frame, smirking. 

“I could tell them a lie, or we can just blow it off and I can give you more of those.” He said, walking over and putting his arms around my waist. 

“Nope. No. Nuh uh.” I said moving away and back into the bathroom. 

“We are not doing this!” I yelled. 

He just laughed and walked out the room. 

“I'll be waiting in the living room babe! Try not to take too long!” he teased. 

I rolled my eyes, Ignoring him, wondering how long it's gonna take me to cover these up.

25 Days of Kinkmas! Ahh

I would like to say that any underage character I write smut for is aged up to 18. There are some characters that are on this list that in the movies/show, are underage, so when I write for them, they will be 18.  

Should I? Am I? Yes, Yes I am. 😩🤭

Day 1: Steve Harrington(Marking)

Day 2: Billy Hargrove(Spanking)

Day 3: Eddie Munson(Dry Humping)

Day 4: Jim Hopper(Boots)

Day 5: Robin Buckley(Public/Semi-Public)

Day 6: Nancy Wheeler(Thigh Riding)

Day 7: Hermione Granger(Stockings)

Day 8: Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

Day 9: Pansy Parkinson(Body Worships)

Day 10: Draco Malfoy(Voice Kink)

Day 11: Ron Weasley(Edging)

Day 12: Sirius Black(Voyeurism)

Wildest Dreams: Part 3

The phone had nearly slipped from his hand when he had been pushed against the shelf by Steve, the two fit men hiding away in the back of the library, seeking out any of the darker rows of books stacked neatly.

They were trailing after your scent like little lovesick puppies, so driven to find every place you had liked to be or had frequented they had nearly caused one of the student librarians to topple the cart of books she was pushing around, and in doing so had earned the scorn of the head librarian.

Steve and Bucky had been told by one of their newest freshman players that you always tried to study at the same table in the library.

It was a table closer to the back than the front and had been placed near two windows that were adjacent to each other which provided natural light and warmth from the sun when it was at its peak, and the glow of the sunset when it was dusk.

The table itself was not overly sought after by most people who had come to study here, the table was closer to the back and had been quite the walk to the front desk, and the windows had let in too much light for someone who was hungover trying to do a crash course study session before classes.

For you, however, it was perfect.

“If we get kicked out, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Did you say kick or kiss?” Bucky grinned solicitously and jerked his head forward to peck Steve on the lips, startling the blonde and bringing him back to a defaulted position physically and mentally.

There was a moment of conjecture where Steve had blinked and blushed, pink dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he snapped his jaw closed and cleared his throat. His hands had loosened against Bucky’s shirt, and he had even begun smoothing down the soft cotton when both of the alphas had stilled.

“It’s-“ Bucky had inhaled deeply, his eyes closing momentarily when your scent had become the densest and most powerful, the soft mix of florals and sweetness made both of their mouths water.

It was the addictiveness of your scent and the powerful twist of their hindbrains that had automatically become attuned to you even after all the years that had passed between you three.

“Fuck,” Steve rest his forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and whined, the headiness of your scent was both exhilarating and debauching.

There was no end to how delirious you had made them, to how strong and innate their need to be around you and feel you were. You may not have felt the jarring surge of wanting and needing, and you may not have been aware of how potent and vivacious the connection still was between you three but they did.

Steve and Bucky knew, they felt it. Maybe you had closed yourself off to it, maybe you had denied yourself and your hindbrain, or perhaps you had shoved it so far down into yourself that you refuse to acknowledge it at all. But they knew, and they felt it.

“Are you kidding me?” You stood at the end of the aisle, a stack of books already in your arms that were threatening to topple over.

You had appeared comfortable wearing an oversized campus hoodie that was drenched in your scent, and a pair of dark leggings that were tucked into a pair of cheap dark suede boots. You had pulled your hair out of your face and secured it with a single black headband that was held into place with a few bobby pins and had completed your comfortable and cozy appearance with a pair of headphones that were draped through the front of your hoodie, almost as if they were strings.

“Hey,” Steve had huffed and let Bucky go, his cheeks still heated and pink from the blush that afflicted him, “how’s it going?”

“Hey, beanie!” Bucky’s chipper attitude had come as he squirmed out of Steve’s grip to lean against the bookshelf, one hand resting above his head on the shelf and the other on his hip. “Omega bean-“

“Do not call me that.” You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, your eyes darting between Steve and Bucky. “You didn’t have sex here, did you?”

“Not yet-“ Bucky chortled and then grunted when Steve smacked his chest with force, shooting his boyfriend and best friend a dirty look.

“We were hoping to talk to you.” Steve had drawn in a soft breath, attempting a subtle gulp of your scent as he craved and needed to let it fill your lungs.

“Talk to me?” You cautiously entered the aisle, taking a wide berth around them before you ultimately sidestepped the two alphas. “What could you possibly want to talk to me about?”

They watched as you scoured the section you were in for a certain book, your scent reeling as the lingering awkwardness and silence had grown headier. You had pursed your lips and shifted your weight from foot to foot, the stack of books in your arms getting heavier than expected, and with it, you had groaned and shifted them to your other arm.

“Do you want…help?”

“What?” You turned to look at them, a clear divide between how you felt and how you were projecting your feelings.

“Your books look heavy, do you want help?”

“Not to be rude, but what do you want?” You brushed their attempt to help off, denying them with a stark question.

You held their gazes until you couldn’t anymore, and had to look away. You had pressed your fingertips against the spine of a random book, almost as if you were going to pull it out but changed your mind. Rather than grab it you had mouthed the title with the flutter of your lips and the bashful bat of your eyelashes.

Both of which had made Steve and Bucky weak in the knees, it had rattled them to their core. The simple few actions had stirred innate desire that bubbled under their skin to afflict them with an intense need to feel you.

“It’s been a while.” Steve had looked at Bucky as if to beg him to help while the three of you took over this space. “Thought maybe we could talk.”

“What could you ever want to talk about? Football? Cheerleading? Barnes abnormally large head?”

“My head is not large,” Bucky gasped dramatically, resting a hand on his chest, “unless you’re talking about the other head.”

“Bucky!” Steve scolded him, reaching out to pinch his arm with a sharp hiss.

“I didn’t know the definition of microscopic now meant huge.” You dug at Bucky, firing a comment at him that had produced a playful laugh equivalent to water rolling off a duck’s back.

He was no more bothered by your comment than he was unamused.

“Omega Bean, I swear-“

“You two!” The librarian stepped around the corner and smacked her hand against the front of the shelf, drawing their attention away from you. She stood at the end of the row with a sour look on her face and a sneer tugged at her lips.

“I thought I told you to leave.” She raised an eyebrow, looking upon you with indignation.

“I’m not with them.” You denied knowing them, stepping away with a flourish of your bag, smacking it against Bucky’s side.

“Good conversation. Wish it was shorter.”

You think you have peace to work on your latest assignment, you think you can enjoy your spiced chai latte without interruption. You have hope that you can hash out the last few noted details that you wanted to add to your paper before you had gone back to your dorm to type it up.

It was all part of your process of studying and doing research, you would write down points and facts, referencing where you could find it if you had to go back, and then you would return to your dorm to put it all together.

Usually, you would remain unnoticed and unbothered, especially as new as you were to the university. Your hopes were dashed when you return to your favourite study desk after seeking out an additional book and found someone hanging around your desk.

“Hey girl!” She appeared to the left, the cheerleader that was hanging off Steve.

She stood to the left of your desk with a friendly smile on her face that matched her equally bright eyes and her tight ringlets pulled out of her face and secured with a silk pastel pink scrunchie that had only let a few loose pieces out of the hold.

The last time you saw her when she was hanging off of Steve, she was wearing a tight cheerleading skirt and matching crop top with pompoms. She had been sandwiched between Steve and Bucky, while Steve had his arm around her waist.

You were as remiss now as you were then, struck with a direct bolt of envy and jealousy that had sunk deep in your veins and boiled under your flesh. You had bit down on the inside of your cheek as she stood by you and the desk, waiting for you to say something.

You were damn jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.

“Can I sit here?” Instead of the pompoms and skirt, she’s wearing a pair of tight black leggings that were branded with the cheer team’s name down the side of her right thigh, and the symbol of the school set below the writing.

Keeping with her change from her cheerleading uniform, she had worn a royal purple hoodie with the name scrawled across the front. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“It’s fine.” Your reply is quiet and you watched her as she pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, scooting herself back toward the desk with a sprawling charm.

“Listen, about what you saw at the welcoming party-“ She cleared her throat and began the explanation you didn’t think you wanted, and you had reacted with a strengthened offence, preemptively cutting her off.

“I don’t care.” You spoke over her and bowed your head, furiously scrawling at the notepad in front of you. “I don’t care that they fuck around-“

Her laugh had made you take pause and you lifted your head to stare her down with pursed lips. There was a lingering question in your eyes and the halt that you had taken was only another catalyst to make her grin.

“Seems like you do.” She leaned forward and tapped her fingers against the back of your hand, her nails lightly pecking your flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’ve got a boyfriend and an alpha of my own. The other girls on the team…Steve and Bucky are protective of them.”

Silence had come between you, the obvious disconnect between her being interested in Steve and Bucky as alphas, and her description of them like brothers to the girls on the team seemed glaring.

And yet, you had seen from their instas that they had willingly and wantonly occasionally brought a thrift into their relationship. Were you supposed to ignore that for the sake of a triad that wasn’t even real?

“They’re like big brothers who hate how other boys look at us like we’re stupid and bubbly.” She rolled her eyes and tucked her hand under her chin, sighing heavily. “I’m studying engineering but all anyone sees is a perky little cheerleader-“

“I’m sorry.” You apologize to her, stumbling over your discerning thoughts about her, every speculation and judgement felt derogatory now. “I didn’t-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” She laughed under her breath and shrugged her shoulder, casting off the various doubts and speculations with a wave of her hand. “If I saw my boys hanging around other omegas without context-“

“They’re not….they’re not mine-“ You cut her off again, intending on setting the record straight immediately. You needed her to know that they weren’t yours, they had never really been yours. Everything that happened between you was a thing of the past.

“Are you sure?” She questioned you with a tug of her lips before they formed a half-smirk. “They’re pretty smitten about you.”

“What? No, they’re not.” You denied the claim with derision, dropping your pen onto your notepad with a subtle and muffled thud. “I don’t-“

“God, yeah! You’re all they can talk about since they saw you. Omega bean, that’s so cute! And you are cute! Look at you!” She’s so gleeful and bright, confident in everything she is and you’re struck again with envy.

It eats at your core and you find yourself furiously turning pages in your textbook for an excuse to keep your hands busy.

“Thank you?” You finally mumbled, raising your head just as she had started to push her chair back and stand, one hip cocked.

“Anyway, I gotta run to class but…” She had leaned forward and pushed a folded piece of paper your way, grinning before she stepped back.

“You seem like a really fun person and I know you’re new on campus so if you ever want to hang out, you have my number. Contrary to what some of the boys believe, we don’t sit around gossiping and doing nails. We do however play boozy Mario party and Mario Kart. The next game is Saturday night if you’re interested. My name is Rhys, by the way.”

“Umm…thanks…” you slid the paper toward you and studied the number but by the time you raised your head, she was gone.

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