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Jotunn!Loki x Reader

AU in which Loki is the king of Jotunnheim.

This turned out pretty fluffy? I was orignally gonna write something dark but, oh well.

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of infertility, agnst with a happy ending. Oh, and smut, filthy stuff.

The chain was thick, made of a metal that looked like gold but did not have gold’s relative softness. The links fit closely together, not a seam in sight. Even if there were some sort of weak spot, it would be fruitless to attempt to exploit it without tools of some sort.

You shifted uncomfortably where you sat in the floor. The gilded collar around your neck hurt your clavicle, but the ache had mostly gone away. You wondered briefly how long it had been since it had been placed around your throat and bound you permanently to your place beside the throne.

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their girl (s.b x y/n x r.l)

requested: yes! [Could you do a remus dom x reader sub x sirius dom where sirius and remus have an innocence and corruption kink? And like maybe Sirius wants to watch Remus and the reader “play” kinda? Thank u] send in your own request here!

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cw/tw: fem!reader, poly!relationship, innocence!kink, corruption!kink, degradation, voyeurism (?)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is my first poly!fic!! also i've never written innocence/corruption kinks so i hope it turned out alright! :) please reblog/follow/like to boost! x

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It's been a chaotic few months for you.

Having gotten into a relationship with not one, but two of the hottest, most popular boys at Hogwarts, you were really thrown into the deep end of the whole relationship.

It wasn't that you'd never been in a relationship before, you'd had sex once. You definitely weren't as experienced as the two of them.

The boys loved seeing you blush – taking turns whispering filthy words into your ears in the Common Room, lingering touches on your thigh, not-so-subtle winks promising more.

But never actually doing more.

It seemed they had made it their personal mission to push you to the edge, and ruin you.

⚔︎.

"What did you say bunny?"

You were sat in between Remus's legs, the boy's lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck, an act that made you shudder. Sirius sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the frame as he twirled his wand in his hand, smirking at the words he can't believe you'd finally uttered.

"You heard me... Don't make me repeat it Siri..."

A tongue darted out to tease your earlobe as Remus' hands began to run up and down your body, drawing circles on your thigh as you blushed.

"Pretty girl wants us to take care of her, hmm?"

You nibbled on your lip as you nodded, almost ashamed at the fact that you'd asked it of your boyfriends.

That you'd asked them to have sex with you.

"Not so innocent are you, little Y/N? Want Remmy and I to fuck you, hmm?"

You let out a little whine as you nodded, Remus's hand having made its way up towards your skirt, tracing dangerously close to your panties.

"Words, bunny. Wanna hear you say it."

The deeper timbre of the boy behind you sent shivers down your spine, his words muttered against your neck.

"I-, I want you to fuck me, please."

A deep chuckle sounded as the boy's fingers brushed against your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness seep through the thin lace.

"So wet for us already baby, and I haven't even done anything."

Sirius moved closer towards the two of you, his wand tossed onto the bedside table and his lips crashing into yours, your hands moving to grab his tie, pulling him closer into you.

"Such a pretty girl Y/N." Sirius murmured against your lips, his hands moving up pull your blouse lightly.

"Can I, baby?"

You nodded, Sirius' fingers making quick work of your school blouse, unbuttoning them and revealing your bra-clad breasts, the pureblood sucking in a deep breath at the sight of them covered in white lace.

"Beautiful."

Your blouse was thrown somewhere to the side, Remus' hands moving away from your bottoms towards your back, unclasping your bra, causing the straps to fall down from your shoulders.

"Oh!"

The sudden movement made you shy, your hands moving to hold the thin fabric to your chest, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

"Don't hide from us love, want to see all of my bunny, yeah?"

Remus's calloused hands came to rub yours, coaxing them away from the defensive motion. His lips returned to your neck, this time moving down to your left shoulder blade as Sirius cupped your jaw, looking into your eyes.

"Has nobody ever seen you naked love?"

You blushed harder as the bra fell from your grasp, your breasts revealed to the cold air in the dorm.

"Um, no, not exactly. You know I've only done this once before..."

Both boys' jaws clenched at the mention of someone else having been inside you before them, but their cocks hardened at the thought of your innocence, ready to be corrupted by the two of them.

"Well, you can't be shy with us bunny. Gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

Remus moved out from behind you, pressing you down gently so you lay against the pillows. Sirius moved up to press kisses on your torso, his hands pulling your skirt and panties down your legs, the movement making you squeal.

"Siri!"

The boys tutted simultaneously at your outcry, the Black boy spreading your legs as he did so, making you blush further.

"My baby's already so wet. Not so innocent are we, hmm? Want Remmy and I to fuck you? Want us to use your pretty little pussy baby?"

The filthy words made your entire body shudder, the red hue your skin began to take on almost looking identical to the crimson sheets you were spread out upon.

Your naked body was now on display, the first time your body had been seen properly by someone else, not hidden half under some boy's blanket and your undone school uniform.

Goosebumps rippled on your skin as you nodded to the boys, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you spread your legs a little further, turning impossibly more red at the bold movement. The boys groaned at your movement, your innocent face and stature wildly contrasted by the action.

"Yes Siri, want you two to fuck me. Want you two to use my pussy please."

Sirius smirked at your words, Remus sitting back down by his boyfriend to give him a deep kiss. As Sirius' tongue slipped into the werewolf's mouth, his hand moved up the brunette's leg to squeeze his cock lightly, breaking away to motion towards you.

"You can have her first Remmy. Wanna watch the two of you play."

⚔︎.

Remus had stripped after you nodded your agreement to Sirius' words, his toned and scarred body revealed to you in its entirety, your eyes trailing up and down his figure as you waited for him to move towards you.

Sirius had sat back in the same spot that he was in previously, leaning against the frame yet again as one leg dangled over the side, with the other laying flat on the mattress, spreading his legs in a way that made his cock strain through the fabric.

Remus knelt between your spread legs in one fell movement, now entirely naked as his hands trailed up your bare legs, the movement making you shiver slightly.

"So gorgeous baby."

One hand left your legs to pull at his erect cock, your eyes darting down to look at his member as you sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your forearms placed on the pillows.

"R-Re?"

Remus's eyes moved to meet your gaze, worry clouding his gaze as he noticed that yours was filled with the same emotion.

"What's wrong puppy?"

You swallowed, wetting your lips as you moved to sit on your legs, your hands resting on your thighs as you shuffled to be closer towards your boyfriend.

"C-can I give you, um, I mean, can I suck you off?"

You barely registered Sirius muttering a low 'fuck' as he heard your words, his hand moving to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants.

You could've sworn you saw Remus's cock grow harder as he stood up onto his knees, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"If you want to baby."

Your hands moved slowly to grip Remus softly, the action making him groan. You squeezed the base of his cock tentatively, uncertain of what to do as you peered up at the boy, eyes questioning what your next move ought to be.

"Re?"

The boy hummed as he looked down at you, an eyebrow hitched upwards as he watched you.

"I've never done this before... Can you tell me what to do?"

You could practically hear Sirius give up on trying to get himself off through his pants, unzipping his jeans to pull them and his underwear down to his mid-thigh and pump himself slowly, admiring you from where he sat.

"Course puppy, y'so good to me. Just open wide f'me first yeah?"

You obediently opened your mouth, staring at Remus as his hand slowly guided your head closer towards his cock. Your lips wrapped around his head as your tongue cushioned the bottom, admiring the boy's musky, cinnamon like smell that you'd become so familiar with.

"So good baby, now try to bob your head slowly? See if you can take as much of me as possible yeah?"

You nodded as much as you could, taking more of the werewolf's cock into you mouth and choking slightly as the head hit the back of your throat, your hand wrapping around the parts your mouth didn't manage to envelop.

"Fuck, so good to me pup."

You hummed slightly at the compliment, Remus' hand in your hair guiding your head up and down his length slowly, gradually hastening his pace.

"Such a pretty little whore for us Y/N."

Sirius's words made you whine around Remus' cock, the vibrations making the boy above you moan and buck his hips, causing you to choke again as he hit the back of your throat.

"She any good Moony? As innocent as she seems? Or is our babygirl better at sucking cock than she lets on."

Remus' head lulled back as he moaned loudly, your tongue swirling and teasing his head experimentally.

"S'a fucking natural Pads."

Your eyes left the sight of the boy above you, darting over to look at the chaser who was lazily pulling at his cock, your hand grabbing at the thin air as you looked at him.

You pulled your mouth off of Remus's cock for a second, the loss of warmth and contact making the boy whine but you ignored him, your one hand still pumping his cock as you turned to Sirius, biting your lip gently.

"Siri, I can help you too..."

Remus moan out, guiding your mouth back onto his cock his cock, his hand pushing your head forward. But your eyes never left Sirius, watching as the boy made his way back over to the two of you, standing on his knees, mirroring his boyfriend's actions. His cock stood proudly and you felt your cunt dampen even more at the sight of it, your hand wrapping tentatively around Sirius as you bobbed your head on Remus's length.

You began pumping your hand up and down Sirius's length at the same rhythm as your mouth on Remus, the boys moaning out in unison as you squeezed both of their bases.

"Such a pretty little slut for us baby."

Remus's free hand moved to caress your face lightly, the words melting from his lips as Sirius pulled the taller boy into himself, moaning into each other's lips as you whined around Remus's cock, your hand tugging harshly on the pureblood's cock.

"Are you jealous baby? Want our attention on you, hmm?"

Sirius grabbed ahold of your hair, pushing you further down onto Remus's length, causing you to choke around him.

"What a fucking needy whore."

⚔︎.

It didn't take long for both boys' cocks to start twitching, Remus holding your head in place as his hips began setting the pace, thrusting into your mouth with stuttered moans leaving his mouth alongside every movement. Sirius's hips began moving as well, craving the friction your hand provided as his orgasm built as well, his cock twitching in your hand

A soft "I'm gonna cum!" was all the warning you received from the taller boy, thick spurts of white hitting the back of your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply for a moment. Seeing his boyfriend in ecstasy seemed to push Sirius over the edge as well, letting out a pornographic moan as he came, coating your tits and hand in his seed.

Remus pulled out gingerly from your mouth, a breathless "Swallow" coming from his mouth, the warm fluid running down your throat as you followed his instructions. The boys watched you as you did, mesmerized in the way you glistened under the dim lighting, perspiration and cum coating your skin.

"So pretty for us bunny, such a good girl."

You smiled innocently, juxtaposing the bead of cum mixed with spit running down your lower lip.

"Wanna feel good now puppy?"

You nodded up at Remus, looking at Sirius for a quick moment who ducked down to press a quick kiss on your forehead, moving back to the position he was sat in earlier.

"Go ahead Rem. Wanna watch."

⚔︎.

Still sat on your knees, Remus pushed you lightly down on to the pillows, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. Remus quickly followed you down, kissing you lightly – almost innocently – if not for the knee that nudged your legs apart, followed by the hand that trailed to your soaking cunt.

The werewolf's skilled fingers rubbed your lower lips tenderly, making your hands wrap around his neck as he drew out a moan that faded out against his lips, before pushing his forefinger into your tight hole, stretching you out in a way that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"You're so tight pup, feel so good around my finger."

You mewled against the boy's lips, your hips bucking as he entered a second, curling them slightly. Your breath hitched as his other hand moved down to rub your sensitive nub, Remus's mouth leaving yours to pepper kisses on your neck.

"You like that bunny?"

You nodded fervently at Sirius, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out loudly, unable to keep in the sounds of pleasure any longer, forgoing any facade of embarrassment.

"I can tell. Moaning like a little slut for us. Just begging for cock, hmm?"

You could only whine as you felt your orgasm quickly building, the onslaught of attention you were receiving a wild contrast to the pent up sexual frustration you were used to.

"Need to cum Re."

You only received a nip on the neck in response, the brunette sucking a hickey into the unmarked skin, a trace of tonight that will be left for all to see.

"You've got to ask nicely baby, otherwise Moony's not gonna let you."

Whining, your hands moved to pull lightly at Remus's hair, making him pause and look up at you, lips slightly swollen from kissing and biting your skin. Although his mouth was no longer in action, Remus's hands still continued in their ministrations, drawing fast circles on your clit as he pumped three fingers in and out of you, making your eyes draw close for a second before looking back at him.

"Re, please, can I cum please?"

Tears welled in your eyes as the intense need to release grew to be too much to handle, and Remus smiled at the sight, placing a soft kiss on your left collarbone.

"Course pup, such a good girl for asking. Cum f'me."

You cried out in relief, a tear escaping your eyes as they squeezed shut, tightening around Remus's fingers as you let go, waves of pleasure running through your body as your legs shook.

As you came down from your orgasm, Remus pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss on your right collarbone before moving back up to look into your eyes.

"Suck, love."

His fingers were covered in you, and your mouth dropped open to suck on them lightly, swirling your tongue to clean his fingers properly.

"D'you think you can keep going puppy?"

The tall boy's eyes were clouded with concern as he looked down at you, relieved as you nodded, your legs spreading shyly as they shook slightly in a bout of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Want you inside me Re."

Your words were but a whisper, yet it still caught the attention of both boys, the werewolf's eyes darkening at your words.

"Anything you want, my love."

⚔︎.

Remus lifted your legs, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer towards him, before pumping himself slightly. He drew the tip of his cock up and down your soaked lips, making you moan at the feeling on your sensitive cunt.

He pushed the tip into you slowly, your walls stretching around him, the tightness making both of you moan out in unison. You held onto Remus's shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed into you further, a soft cry of pain escaping you as he bottomed out.

"You okay puppy?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip harshly, your walls pulsing around him as you tried to get used to his size, the boy groaning in pleasure at how good you felt around him.

"You're so fucking tight love."

Your eyes fluttered open for a second, your head lulling to the side to see Sirius tugging on his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb as he watched the two of you. His shirt had come off at some point, and you admired his quidditch-toned body for a moment before looking back up at Remus.

"Look so pretty with Rem's cock inside you bunny, feel good?"

You whined, shaking your head as you shifted your hips under the boy.

"Hurts, Remmy's too big."

Remus pressed a kiss to your lips softly, bracing himself as he fought the need to move his hips, waiting for you get used to his size.

"Hurts, bunny? Poor baby, hmm?"

Sirius mocked you through pouted lips, his hand slowly pumping his shaft as he watched you, his eyes narrowed in mock concern.

"You're the one that was begging for his cock just now, weren't you?"

Whining, you tried to deny it but the pain slowly turned to pleasure, and your whines turned into a slight moan, biting down on your lip as you dug your nails into Remus's shoulders further, grinding your hips up into the boy's.

"Can I move now love?"

You nodded fervently, legs wrapping around the boy's hips as he pulled out of you slowly, his hands pulling your waist to lift you higher before pushing back into you. His hips began thrusting in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace with every movement.

With every thrust, the pleasure seemed the grow, your face twisting in pleasure and your moans growing louder. Remus seemed to be encouraged by the lewd sounds you made, thrusting quicker and quicker, so much so that your body jolted with each movement.

“You feel so good pup, fuck, so good f’me.”

Your eyes fluttered open to look at Remus for a second, admiring the way his handsome face was focused and scrunched up in ecstasy. He shifted your hips higher, and in that moment you felt him hit something inside you that made you let out a soft scream, the contact sending sparks of pleasure up your body.

“Re! Fuck, please do that again. Please.”

Remus slammed his hips back into yours, hitting that pleasurable spot again and again, causing you to let out scream after scream of pleasure. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Sirius’s hand moving at the same pace as Remus, his other hand fondling his balls as his cock leaked dribbles of cum.

“Feel good puppy?”

You nodded, unable to produce words with the feelings of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Can’t speak Y/N? Have you been fucked dumb, bunny?”

You couldn’t deny Sirius’s words as you let out a sharp cry, the stimulation Remus gave you hitting an apex as he dropped his hand to rub your clit, his fingers drawing figure eights on the sensitive nub.

“Just our pretty little cockslut, yeah Y/N? Begging and screaming for our cocks.”

Your moans only grew louder at Sirius’s filthy words, your second orgasm of the day bubbling inside you quickly.

“Like that? Like being our little cockslut? What are you Y/N?”

Sirius’s moans interrupted his words, his own orgasm building alongside yours and Remus’s, his hand growing sloppy in its pumps as he watched the two of you, fighting to keep his eyes open in ecstasy.

“I’m yours, your pretty little cockslut.”

Your walls began tightening around Remus, making the boy moan out as his hips stuttered, almost unable to keep moving at the euphoric feeling.

“Fuck, bunny, can I cum inside you?”

You nodded your assent, hands moving from the boy’s shoulders up to his neck, pulling him closer down towards you as you both moaned simultaneously, reaching your climaxes in unison. Your lips met as both of you moaned out, your hips gyrating in pleasure as you rode out your orgasm.

Faintly, you registered Sirius cumming alongside the two of you, his low moan and muttered explicits leading to him painting his abs with a thin white coating.

Slowly, Remus pulled himself out of your tender body, your legs shaking as he did. He collapsed beside you.

Sirius got up slowly, stepping fully out of his pants that had clung to his mid-thigh during this entire predicament. He stood above you, holding your chin tenderly to admire you in your post-orgasmic state.

Your eyes were dilated, chest heaving as you tried to regain your composure. He tilted your head up, smirking slightly at the marks Remus had left on your neck, and his cum drying on your chest.

His thumb swiped your bottom lip, a motion almost featherlight, before pushing it into your mouth softly, your tongue immediately encircling the appendage.

“Our pretty girl.”

Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He’d agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That’s what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

“Hey, is it alright if I sit here?” He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

“Oh, of course you can George,” she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

“How did you know?” He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

“You aren’t that hard to tell apart,” she shrugs

“Our own mother can’t always do it,” he pesters, he’s genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

“Uh, okay then. You’re slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you,” She rambles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn’t haven’t been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He’s pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

“You should tell my mum all of this,” he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he’s never felt more seen in his life.

“Sorry, I’m not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,”

“It was quite sweet actually,” George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. “So, you any good at Astronomy?” He questions politely

“I’m okay. It’s probably my best class. I’ve always known about it so,” she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn’t want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

“You’re a muggle born right?” He questions, she’s surprised his tone doesn’t sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

“Yeah,” she confirms “my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It’s probably the only subject I didn’t fail first term,” she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

“Look at you now, you’re top of the year in almost everything,” he points out

“Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense,” she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn’t far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? ‘Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We’re dancing in the sky

“Hey space girl,” George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

“If you’ve forgotten my name you can just ask you know,” she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

“I know you’re name. Y/N Y/L/N. You’re a Hufflepuff, obviously,” he gestures to her tie before carrying on “Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I’m not a creep. I’m just observant,” He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn’t be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she’s pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

“Why?” She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

“You’re beautiful and I like looking at you,” he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her “hey, you wouldn’t want to study together one night this week would you?” He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

“Yeah. I’d love that,”

“Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,”

“Sure,” she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

“I know the table,” he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

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i threw this together really fast but im honestly really proud of it

just realized i’ve never posted any sam love on here… a travesty

probably should of specified but i did want headcanons for the eddie + sweet reader! i just cant get over how cute it is and i love your writing

Eddie Munson Dating A Total Sweetheart

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date eddie munson while being hawkins’ resident sweetheart

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

note: i absolutely love this trope !!

Eddie is absolutely attracted to you because of how kind you are !! You’re always ridiculously nice to him and he really doesn’t understand why.

You’re pretty and popular and everyone adores you and Eddie should hate you, but for some reason he has a huge soft spot for you !!

He can just never bring himself to be a jerk to you when you look at him with that gentle look in your eyes and offer to help him study for his biology midterm !!

When you start dating, you’re determined to show Eddie off, insisting that you love him and want everyone to know it !! It secretly means a lot to him.

Nobody understands why you’re together??

Eddie Munson, who is like 6’4 with tattoos and wears a leather jacket and rumor has it he’s a satanist, with someone who would literally give you the clothes off their back if you asked for them !!

Eddie with that one person who always has homework answers, an extra snack if you need it, and of course they can help you study what time is good for you?

It just doesn’t make sense to anybody?? Especially not Eddie.

He’s actually really insecure about it. He knows that you’re too good for him and he thinks he’s ridiculously lucky that you chose him.

He’s so soft for you, oh my god !! Literally you would never have to lift another finger as long as Eddie’s around !! He wants to do everything for you !!

You’re just so sweet and kind and he wants to baby you forever !!

He totally has a corruption kink

He begs you to teach him how to braid !! He loves when you braid his hair and he wants to be able to return the favor.

If anyone ever said even the slightest negative thing to you, he’s ready to fight. Nobody is allowed to ever be mean to you !!

He loves kissing your nose and cheeks !! He adores the way you get flustered and shy !!

You have a tendency to let people walk all over you or take advantage of you and it frustrates him to no end !!

You’re definitely the mom of the Hellfire Club !! They all love you so much (plus you always have snacks for them).

Dustin, in particular, is very protective of you !! If anyone gives you a hard time, Dustin and Eddie are on their ass so fast.

Eddie looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes !! He just can’t believe that Hawkins’ sweetheart wants to be with him, of all people.

— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

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Loki | episode 3 - Lamentis