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thealtoduck · 2 months

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Greedy

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, semi-angsty, top!Reader, bottom!Peter, unprotected sex, rough sex, anal sex, fingering, doggy style, spanking, you cry after sex, calling Peter a whore, slut, etc…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: After a failed robbery you’re pissed of so Peter helps you release some frustration…

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You shot your grappling hook and swung yourself to another building closely followed by Spider-Man. He’d been able to keep up with you a lot better than usual, having learned to avoid your regular tricks and traps.

”You’ve gotten better at this!” you called out to the superhero chasing you. You jumped the gap to another building. Suddenly a web caught your arm pulling it back making you lose balance and fall hitting the rooftop floor.

You felt a pain in your leg as you quickly tried standing back up. Spider-Man swung right over your head and landed in front of you. ”Or maybe you’ve just gotten slow” he teased, the two of you then engaged in combat.

You slashing at him with your claws and him doing his best to block and dodge your attacks. Once he went on the offensive you ducked his quick strong jabs. Spider-Man noticed the leg you fell on was shaky as you avoided his punches.

He used this to his advantage and did a sweep with his leg knocking you to the ground, it was usually by now you found some gadget or distraction to give yourself a chance to escape. Spider-Man quickly ran up to you and ripped your backpack from your back and quickly webbed one of your arms down keeping you in place.

”You can’t take that” you said losing the regular playfullness in your voice. ”I just did” Spider-Man said victoriously. He went for the zipper on the bag while muttering ”What did you even steal?”. You watched with a glare as Spider-Man brought out a set of files from your bag.

”Put that back” you demanded but he ignored you. He opened one of the files and stated ”It’s the layout of a prison” he then turned his gaze to you and asked ”Are you planning to break someone out?”. He continued looking through some other files as you desperately looked for a way to free yourself.

You heard sirens in the distance approaching and even though you couldn’t see his mouth you knew Spider-Man was smirking. ”Well looks like i finally caught you Cat, tell me how does it feel?”.

Then you found something. ”Oh Spider… when will you learn, you can’t cage the Black Cat” you said and threw one of your newer gadgets towards him, which he easily dodged out of the way for it as it hit the water tower behind him. ”You missed” Spider-Man said proudly, but as he noticed your facial expression he realised… you hadn’t missed.

Next thing he knew an explosion came and he was completely drenched in water and the water tower started collapsing on to him. The files you had collected were washed away spreading wet sheets of paper out all over the rooftop.

Spider-Man managed to catch the falling water tower as it landed on top of him. He then threw it to the side and turned to where you had been webbed finding only an empty spot with some left over webbing.

”Shit” he swore to himself. He tried to pick up some wet paper files but they fell apart almost instantly as he did. At least he had managed to foil your break out plans he thought to himself.

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You grappled your way to your secret lair, an old storage unit your mom had used during her time as the Black Cat. You opened your door and walked inside seeing collections of jewelry and paintings, maps with marked out locations and all your tech stuff. You slammed the door behind you and ripped off your mask throwing it aside.

You walked up to your working bench and slammed your fists on the table, your one chance you could’ve had to free your mom from prison and that stupid arachnid boy had ruined everything.

You grabbed something random from the working bench and threw it across the room in a rage, making it smash against the wall…

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You layed with crossed arms on your bed leaning against the headborard as Peter played video games on your flatscreen tv. Your dad was out of town for business so you and Peter decided to have a sleepover while he was gone.

You thought about canceling with Peter after last nights failed theft but you hoped his company might help cheer you up… so far it wasn’t working, you had a noticable scowl on your face and a clear lack of energy in your voice.

Peter had noticed but not pointed it out as he wasn’t completely sure you wanted to talk about it. Once he finished the level he put the controller aside and layed down next to you. He gently touched your arm and asked ”Y/n, are you okay?”

You turned to him with a distracted look and said simple ”Yeah” but then added a ”Just in a bad mood”. ”Do you want me to leave or something? I can give you space?” Peter asked sweetly, sitting up ready to leave if you wanted some alone time.

”No, stay, i like your company” you said but with more softness in your voice this time as you put your hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze. ”Alright… is there anything i can do for you?” Peter asked generously. You stayed silent for a moment…

”Can i fuck you?…” you said a mix of coldness and longing in your voice. Peter was caught of guard making him silent, making you quickly add ”You really don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just- i just want some release… that’s all”.

Peter thought about it for a moment and asked curiously ”What did you have in mind?”. You stood up and said ”Come on” and led him out of your room, and down the hallway. You then opened the door to another room where Peter followed you inside.

It was a bigger room than yours, the first thing Peter noticed were the two glass doors along the left wall that opened to a balcony looking out over the other suburban houses. He looked around the room, along the walls were some really nice paintings, like straight out of a museum.

There were also some pictures of you as a child spread around the room, as well as a big family portrait hanging over the headboard of a large bed, a bed for two. This was you parents room.

You stood in front of the double bed and then explained in a darkened tone ”I want to take you like whore on my parents bed”. The request left Peter on mute, this was something new to him… having sex on your parents bed felt so inappropriate and lewd… and he was suprisingly really turned on by it.

”Look, like i said ”you really don’t have to if-” you said again but Peter interrupted saying ”Yeah, let’s do it”. You nodded and said ”Okay, get ready then, i’ll get the lube”. You said leaving and walking back to your room.

Peter slowly started udressing pulling of his shirt and pants, leaving him in socks and underwear. Peter moved on to the bed and tried to position himself in a sexy way, like he’d seen you do before.

When you came back inside you threw the bottle of lube on to the bed and tugged your own shirt off. You stood yourself on the edge of the bed and pulled Peter closer by his legs. Peter stood up on his knees and the two of you started hungrily making out.

You grabbed at Peter bulge feeling him getting hard in your hand, you then slipped in your hand inside his underwear and rubbed your hand along his cock with a firm grip of him. Peter let out a soft moan in your face as you did.

You then gently pushed Peter on to his back on the big bed and dragged his underwear down his legs and threw them on the floor. Peter was now naked in front of you apart from his white socks which you decided to leave on because you thought it made him look cute.

You unbuckled your belt and pulled you pants down and climbed onto the bed in between his legs. You opened the bottle of lube and poured some in your hand and spreading it on your fingers. You then lifted Peter’s spread legs revealing his tight hole that hadn’t been used in a while.

You mercilessly started shoving your first finger in to him making his mouth gape open. ”Fuck” Peter swore as you watched in satisfaction. You impatiently added another finger into him and then annother, pumping them in and out him loosening up his ass. Peter’s dick was now rockhard as you finger fucked him.

You then suddenly pulled out your fingers from him, wanting to get your hard manhood inside him. You flipped Peter on to his stomach giving you a full view of his bubble butt, you started teasing your length against his hole.

You squeezed Peter’s left cheek and gave it a light spank. ”You want my cock?” you asked as you kept teasing his awaiting heat. ”Yeah, i want it, please” Peter said almost begging. You spread his ass and pushed your hung cock in to his tight hole, making Peter whine beneath you.

You groaned feeling Peter’s tight walls around your manhood. ”Fuck Y/n, you’re so big” Peter moaned as you sheated yourself inside him. ”Bet you like that” you said grabbing his hips. Without giving Peter much time to adjust you started rolling your hips, your cock moving in and out of him.

”Taking it like a real slut” you said degradingly as Peter moaned in to the matress. You sped up your thrusts making the sound of skin slapping together sound out through the room, his ass kneading your cock like perfection. You moved your hands to Peter’s back pressing him onto the bed.

”Such a whore for my cock aren’t you?” you asked him as you roughly took his ass. But Peter was to blissed out to answer, you raised a hand and gave Peter’s right ass cheek a hard slap that echoed through the room. ”Aren’t you?” you repeated demandingly.

”Yes, i’m your whore” Peter let out through the ectasy he felt. You fucked yourself in to his heat agressively, using the rage you felt to fuck him like a bitch. His hole clenching around you making you groan loudly.

You bodies started getting sweaty from you intense fucking. Peter moaned loudly as you plowed in to him. ”You love when men fuck you full of their cum?” you asked in a rough tone as your big cock pushed against Peter’s prostate.

”Yes, i love being filled with cum!!!” Peter moaned loudly. If anyone was standing outside the bedroom door they would’ve definetely heard every single word. You laid down on to of Peter and took his hands that were gripping the bedsheets and held Peter down as you thrust wildly in to him.

Peter started getting close from the feeling of your cock fucking deeply in to his now loose open hole. ”I’m gonna cum” Peter whined through his moans. ”Cum then you little whore” you said grabbing Peter’s messy sweaty hair in your hand.

Peter’s length pressed down to the matress then started spilling his seed in to a puddle on the sheets. You thrusts started growing eratic and hungry as you chased your own release. ”Gonna fuck my whore full of cum” you growled to the tired out Peter beneath you.

”Yes fill me with your cum!” Peter gasped which was all you needed to hear as you delivered one last powerful thrust in to him and let your seed erupt deep inside Peter’s heat, filling him all the way up. His hole started leaking as soon as you pulled out of him.

You laid down beside Peter in exhaustion feeling cleansed of your anger. You looked to the side where spotted a picture on the nightside table, it was a picture of you as a kid and your mom before she got locked up. It made a new feeling bubble up inside you.

Sadness…

A tear started trickling down your cheek your cheek as you let out a small whimper. Peter heard and immediately turned to you. He noticed tears had started uncontrolably rolling down your cheeks.

”Y/n, are you okay? Did i do something wrong?” Peter quickly questioned. You shook your head and said ”No, i’m just emotional”. Peter looked conserned at you. ”Can you hold me?” you asked him through sniffs. ”Of course” Peter said and let you nuzzle your tear stained face in to his chest.

He didn’t really understand what was happening or what brought this on but he wrapped his arms around your body letting you cry. You calmed down after a while but you the two of you stayed cuddled together.

Soon enough the two of you fell asleep in the big bed holding each other closely all through the night.

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alabastersmutzz · 5 months

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Peter Parker X Male reader smut headcanons

Experience

Hes not very experienced, probably lost his virginity to you, so hes learning as he goes along

He does want to make you feel good though, so he does a lot of research (porn lol)

Dom/sub, top/bottom

Prefers to be bottom, although if you ask him to top he will

SUB. SUB SUB SUB 100% SUB LIKE-

LOOK AT THAT ^ HES SO SUBBY AHHHHHH

Position

It depends on how hes feeling tbh, if hes in a mood for lovey dovey, vanilla sex, missionary definitely

HOWEVER if hes feeling a little kinky~ hes definitely flexible ;) doggy style, against tbe wall, he likes a lot

Kinks

MASSIVE praise kink like-

Call him a good boy and he'll be cumming in his pants

Also definitely likes to be webbed up😋

He also enjoys 69ing while hanging upside down

Suit kink for sure, being in the spiderman suit while doing it turns him on

What he likes even MORE is when YOU wear the spider suit~

Overstimulation🤭

Spanking

Nicknames

He likes to be called:

Babe

Baby

Bug

Petey

Good boy

Pretty

Good little slut

He likes to call you:

Babe

Baby

Sir

Daddy

Looks

BIG dick

Like 8-9 inches (thank you spider bit for making everything bigger ;))

EVEN BIGGER ass

Like it's P L U M P

^Mmm😋

Other

He REALLY likes hickeys, on you or himself

Hes very vocal, whimpering, moaning, screaming your name

Hes very shy at first, but the more comfortable he gets with you the more confident/slutty he gets, he'll even tease you in public sometimes

Lowkey (highkey) likes to be manhandled

LOVES to be rimmed

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crims0nwritess · 1 year

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The cat rule

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Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Summary: Tony needs Peter for a mission, unfortunately he cant go

Warnings: None

Word count: 393

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You were currently asleep, arms thrown around Peters neck and head resting on his chest, Peters arms were wrapped around your torso and his hands were slung up so he could run his fingers through your hair, your legs were tangled together as Peter softly pet your head and listened to your soft snores.

After a while of this, you two relaxing together quietly, Peters phone rang, in an attempt to not wake you up, Peter, in a moment of quick thinking, grabbed one of his web shooters from his nightstand and webbed his phone, that was sitting on a desk on the other side of the room, pulling it towards him and catching it expertly.

"Hello?" He asked quietly as he answered the phone.

"Hey kid, you busy?" Tony asked.

Peter looked down at the sleeping boy on his chest, he pulled the phone back up to his ear and responded.

"Not technically, why?"

"Great, I need you for a mission, me and the old man are in the city and theres a situation, a spidey situation, so get on your suit and meet me at the bank" Tony explained.

"Oooh, no can do" Peter said.

"Excuse me? I thought you said you weren't busy" Tony asked.

"Im not, but, theres another thing, Y/N is currently asleep on top of me, soooo yeah, ask someone else, pretty sure Wandas not doing anything right now" Peter said.

"I asked YOU, Y/N being asleep is not an excuse, now get your goddamn suit on and come here, now" Tony said.

"Hey, lemme ask you a question, do you know the cat rule?" Peter asked.

"The what?" Tony asked.

"The cat rule, if a cat falls asleep on you you're not allowed to move" Peter explained.

"You see, Y/N is like a cat, he hates mondays, likes cuddles, and knocks stuff off of tables, both on accident and on purpose, so, I apply the cat rule to him as well, so, legally, I cant get up and wake him up, which means, I cant help you, sorry old man"

"Peter that is not-"

"Yeah? Uh huh, sorry cant hear you, bye!" Peter said.

"PETER DO NO-" Tony said, cut off as Peter hung up and carefully set his phone on the nightstand, running his hands through Y/N's hair and smiling smugly.

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mlm-writer · 7 months

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Test Ride Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker (TH ver.) x Android Reader (with a robovagina) Rating: Explicit Words: 1189 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 10 - Robotfucking Note: A sequel to a piece I did for kinktober 2020. Reader is a robot and has no gender. Last time reader got a robopenis and I thought it only fair to give reader a robovagina this time. Reader's chest is unmentioned. Tags: robotfucking, unnecessary use of fancy words to make it more sci-fi, at least I don't put 'quantum' in front of everything to make it science, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, safeword ignored(?), robot tentacles as restraints, vibrating pussy, nipple play and software/hardware updates gone ' wrong'

A new HUD interface greeted you as you booted up after your last upgrade. Your physical statistics and environmental parameters were found in new places, but that mattered little. Your optics activated after a short delay, visual input now also available to you. Your creator stood before you, his lips moving, but you received no audio input. “Audio module connection failed,” you replied to whatever he said. You saw him curse, or at least that was your best prediction of what his expression conveyed. He motioned your head down. You bent at the hips, allowed him to unplug and reconnect your audio modules.

Once the cables reconnected, you could hear Peter clearly. “Please, don’t be ruined, please don’t be ruined,” he muttered to himself.

“All modules operational,” you informed him. He jumped at your voice, but let out a sigh of relief right after. “Awaiting command,” you added. As per usual after an update, Peter started poking and prodding your frame, confirming your sensory input was still operational. When he was done testing your basic functions, he dragged you to his bed.

“Program D.O.M. version V, please,” he spoke nervously. You detected an increase in heart rate and blood flow to the genitals. You confirmed the break command, as it was standard protocol, before you could execute the D.O.M. program. Once the safety protocols were satisfied, you had your digits on Peter’s clothes. You unbuttoned his flannel, revealing his pale chest underneath. There was minor bruising, but a quick scan revealed no serious injuries that were contraindications to the program. You pushed him onto the bed and started running your tongue over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples.

Peter whimpered as you played with his chest, artificial tongue and teeth taking turns with your digits pinching his sensitive nubs. You kept track of his arousal, only stopping your onslaught once his involuntary noises got a little louder. You sat up, retracting your pelvic panel and rubbing your wet hole over Peter’s crotch. He whined as you slowly soaked through his jeans and underwear, until he could feel your wetness on his cock through his clothes. “Please, I need to be inside you,” Peter eventually moaned, his mind tethering on the edge of madness.

He was hard underneath you, so you deemed him ready for the next stage. With superhuman deftness, you removed his clothes until he was naked on the bed. His cock protruded from his body, the tip red and leaking. You wrapped a servo around his rod, stroking slowly as to tease him. When he started thrusting into the tightness, you placed your other servo on his hip, your mechanical strength counteracting his. He was forced to only take what you gave, which was exactly what he programmed you to give. It was not enough to get him even remotely close to orgasm, but the build-up was perfect to make him start begging. Once the begging got frequent enough, you proceeded on to the next stage; you mounted him, letting his cock slide into your wet and soft hole. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as you rode him at a decent pace. “Please, give me more, I’ve been good. I will be even better, I swear.”

His moans filled the room. You took his dick all the way inside and paused on top of him. “I will grant you more. However, unpermitted orgasms will be reciprocated with punishment.” He nodded, promising he would not cum. You decreased the elasticity of your inner walls, giving him a tighter squeeze as you proceeded to ride him. Your movements were quicker than before, fully intending to make him cum without permission. Peter was moaning to the ceiling, eyes squeezed closed sometimes and other times wide open. His mouth stayed wide open, tongue peeking over his lower lip.

Just as predicted, your inner sensors detected his cum painting your inner workings. You rode him until the spurts seized. Then you planted yourself firmly on him. Tendrils extended from your body and wrapped around his appendages. “You have disobeyed my orders,” you stated as you held him down and turned on the vibrations of your inner walls. Peter wailed as his sensitive cock was forced to endure the intense vibrations. He writhed against your restraints, but not even his super strength could remove you. Just like he had begged you before to fuck him, he was now begging for your mercy. You bent your upper body, putting a servo around his throat. You put a little pressure on the blood vessels below his jaw. Tears poured down Peter’s eyes as you forced a second orgasm out of him. You detected more cum inside you as he cried out.

After his second orgasm, you ran a scan on him, the analysis showing that he had enough. You removed your servo from his throat and turned off the stimulation or at least… attempted to. “Error: deprecated code, V-module unresponsive.” You stated, your tendrils no longer retracting and your hole vibrating on and on.

“What?” Peter exclaimed, clearly in panic. You ran a diagnostic check, your hole trying to reboot by first ramping the vibrations all the way up, so it could be brought down again. Peter screamed during the process, his brain unable to process the stimulation.

The tactic worked fine, but the module got stuck again at the same level of vibrations you started at. “Tendril module interfering with V-module. Attempting tendril reboot.” Peter did not perceive a word you said. As the tendrils rebooted, they lifted up a little, Peter’s body now hanging in the air except for his pelvis, where you still sat, vibrating his cock.

Peter cried, feeling like his brain had melted away from the intense pleasure. “Stark! Stark!” He screamed the break command. You tried to terminate the program immediately, but the backlog of reboots and diagnostic checks made it impossible. Your creator, against your predictions, came again, barely a drop of cum leaving him. He kept screaming, trying to get through to you. Just after his third orgasm, you regained control of the tendrils. In a flash, they were retracted and you uncoupled the module for now.

Peter’s cock was gradually turning limp inside of you. The poor boy was hoarse from screaming. Without the tendrils, you regained full control, the vibrations stopping instantly. “Thank you, thank you,” Peter whispered over and over as you lifted your frame off him.

“Program D.O.M. paused,” you stated, “do you wish to continue after a delay or shall I proceed with aftercare protocols?”

Peter laid starfish-style on the bed. His chest was heaving. He could use some aftercare, but it was hard to trust you right now. “Terminate the program all together,” he groaned, “initiate shutdown.” A second later, he was met with the sound of your vents shutting down and your pelvic plate closing to protect what was behind it. He was left in silence. As far as updates went, it still wasn’t as bad as that time Windows went from XP to Vista. He counted it as a win.

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marrziy · 2 months

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"Bilionário Ordinário"

★» Tony Stark x Male Reader

★» SMUT - bottom!reader

★» Sinopse: Tony está com tesão, o pau dele pulsa dentro do terno e ele vai te foder. A porta do escritório está aberta? Alguém pode aparecer e flagrar a cena? A papelada em cima da mesa vai ficar encharcada de porra? Dane-se, o pau dele já entrou.

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Ele garantiria a sua graduação em troca de ampla obediência, era o trato. Parecia uma oportunidade sem contras quando expressa por Tony na plenitude de sua lábia astuta. O mais velho calculou as palavras para fisgar você naquele primeiro encontro. O restaurante chique e a boa comida intensificaram o efeito do encanto.

Fora os bilhões, Stark era charmoso além do limite. O seu sim estava garantido, mas antes de ser consolidado, Tony te deu uma prova da dinâmica ao tirar o sapato do pé direito com o auxílio do pé esquerdo e esfregar o membro coberto pela meia na sua virilha. A voz rouca dele, conforme mensionara o sexo incluso nas normas, já havia te excitado, mas você se recusava a crer que havia ficado duro antes do contato.

Tony fez você gozar apenas esfregando o pé no seu pau embaixo da mesa naquele ambiente público. Sua vergonha, por estar com a cueca melada de porra, te impediu de aceitar a proposta verbalmente. Sua resposta foi compactada num singelo balançar de cabeça.

Aquele foi um dos dias mais alucinantes da sua vida, os outros vieram em sequência, um após o outro.

Seu erro foi pensar que aquele homem teria o mínimo de decência para não aloprar naquele tempo em que tinha você na coleira.

Ele te ligou às quatro da madruga, exigindo sua presença. O seu sono, aparentemente, não valia nada para Tony. Felizmente, ele deixou claro que gostava dos teimosos, então você não se conteve e feriu vários direitos humanos naquela ligação, ofendendo Tony de inúmeras formas antes de sair de casa.

Você repensou suas decisões durante a corrida e, ao sair do táxi, se viu diante de um dos edifícios Stark. Revirou os olhos e cogitou cuspir no chão.

. . . ★ . . .

Gente rica é estranha pra porra.

O pensamento fluía na sua cabeça durante a estada da mão de Tony na sua bunda.

Quando chegou no escritório, você estranhou a cena incomum: Tony analisando pilhas de papel, assinando algumas das folhas, ignorando e descartando várias. Ele normalmente deixava a leitura para alguém de confiança e apenas dava o ok. Não que você reparasse... não, claro que não. Mas entendia o porquê ao vê-lo massagear as têmporas e apertar as pálpebras, como se desejasse que aqueles retângulos brancos voltassem a ser árvores.

O sorriso que Tony abriu, no momento em que te viu na porta, escondia incontáveis intenções, mil milhões delas sendo perversas. Com o dedo em gancho, o bilionário te convidou a se aproximar.

E ali estava você, em pé ao lado do dito-cujo, enquanto ele, ainda sentado na cadeira, prosseguia com uma mão na caneta e com a outra na sua carne coberta. O seu rosto deixou de ficar corado há um tempo, mas você ainda estava desconcertado, sem saber para onde olhar.

Seus mirantes, indecisos, rolavam e captavam tudo, fora de sincronia com a imobilidade do resto do corpo. Você avistou a papelada na mesa, realmente nada interessado, mas logo encontrou o inchaço protuberante na calça social de Tony e sorriu.

Se não fosse o frio da manhã congelando suas bolas, você estaria duro.

A líbido do senhor cavanhaque te intrigava. O seu ainda era um amendoinzinho dentro da calça e o de Tony estava quase pulando para fora do terno.

Uma sibilância soando à esquerda capturou seu foco. O medo instaurou-se sobre sua estrutura quando você notou a porta do escritório entreaberta, o fraco impulso do vento fazendo as dobradiças rangerem. Você não se certificou de fechá-la.

Vários cenários nos quais alguém entrava e via você naquela situação passaram por sua cabeça. Foi impossível não tremer na base.

No entanto, um aperto de respeito na sua região traseira chamou a sua atenção. Retornando para Tony, você detectou os olhos dele namorando o seu corpo.

— Não está sendo divertido, né? – Tony guardou os óculos em uma gaveta na parte inferior do tampo da mesa.

— Não, imagina! Tá sendo super legal ficar parado aqui, em pé, enquanto você faz da minha bunda o seu brinquedinho antiestresse. – sua fala sarcástica veio acompanhada de um sútil sorriso irônico. — Quer arrancar pedaço?

Um risinho fraco escapou dos lábios curvados de Tony — Calma aí, garotinho estressado… – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de subir com a mão pela lombar, te fazendo arrepiar durante a jornada dos dedos. — Deixa comigo, vou fazer ficar divertido.

O mais velho te puxou, pondo você de frente para ele. Sem aviso prévio e com a delicadeza de um acidente de trânsito, Tony enfiou dois dedos na sua boca, forçando a passagem com tanta brusquidão que impulsionou sua cabeça para trás. Instantaneamente, lágrimas se formaram no canto dos olhos. — Que cavalheiro… – você murmurou com a voz embargada, se esforçando para não engasgar.

Vidrado na sua feição contorcida, Tony encontrou-se à mercê dos instintos e levou a mão livre para a própria ereção, apertando o volume dolorido contido no tecido azul escuro. — Controla os dentes, senão vai sobrar pra esse seu rostinho bonito, vadia!

Maldita vontade de contrariar.

Você quase mordeu os dedos de Tony após a fala dele, mas decidiu ser obediente e contribuiu, sugando o indicador e o médio até o mais velho ficar satisfeito e puxá-los para fora.

Tony se levantou da cadeira acolchoada e posicionou-se atrás de você. — Cê não tinha uma roupinha melhor pra vir aqui não? E aquelas que eu comprei pra você? São de grife. – ele sussurrou no seu ouvido, sem esperar uma resposta antes de pressionar você contra a mesa e abaixar a sua calça moletom junto da cueca.

O seu corpo, curvado e nu da cintura para baixo, era refém das mãos ousadas do bilionário.

— Aquelas roupas de puta? – você apoiou a bochecha na superfície fria em um ângulo onde conseguia ver Tony e o volume que fazia a calça dele parecer justa de tão proeminente que era. — Foi mal, Tonyzinho, mas eu prefiro usar algo que cubra mais que cinco por cento do meu corpo.

— Mesmo? Poxa, eu tava te considerando uma putinha esse tempo todo. – Tony mantinha um biquinho nos lábios enquanto afastava as bandas da sua bunda, hipnotizado com a forma que sua entrada pulsava ao redor do nada. — Minha putinha…

— Puta é a mãe! – você respondeu, sentindo os joelhos fraquejarem e seu pau liberto latejar, pingando pré-sêmen no chão. — Eu só não desperdiço oportunidades.

Stark riu soprado. — Uhum. – murmurou e enfiou os dedos encharcados no seu interior com facilidade. — Tá meio relaxadinho… andou brincando sem mim?

O seu silêncio te dedurou.

Tony uniu o peitoral às suas costas, distribuindo beijinhos por sua nuca e oscilando entre arranhar a pele cálida com os dentes. — Que cuzinho ganancioso o seu... – ele agilizou a movimentação no seu interior, empurrando os dígitos com força, compondo uma sinfonia molhada enquanto brincava com as várias formas de dedilhar. — Te comer três vezes na semana não tá sendo suficiente? Eu posso aumentar pra cinco... não, sete! Tenho fome de você a semana toda, boneco.

O hálito fresco do Stark chicoteou seu pescoço, e você teve que segurar a vontade de rodear os dedos na própria ereção, ciente de que Tony gostava de ser o único responsável pelo seu clímax.

— E-eu me preparei antes de vir pra cá... Na verdade, quando vi "velho putão" piscando na tela do celular, antes mesmo de a-atender, eu já estava com a mão dentro da calça. – seus gemidos afetaram a fluidez da fala, resultado da velocidade entorpecente da ponta dos dedos de Tony circulando a sua entradinha avermelhada.

Uma risada, não se sabia se de graça ou indignação, fluiu por entre os lábios de Tony. — Esse é a porra do nome do meu contato no seu celular? – ele abandonou o seu interior, virando-o de costas contra a mesa até você estar completamente deitado naquela superfície. — Podia ter me avisado que já se alargou, assim não perderíamos temp... – ele mesmo se interrompeu. — Pera aí...

— Nem começa! – você imediatamente reagiu ao reconhecer o sorriso presunçoso estampado no rosto do Stark.

— Você achou que precisava de mais preparação? – você não viu, mas ouviu o barulho do zíper da calça de Tony sendo aberto. — Acha que não aguenta? – ele provocou.

Ainda com a calça abotoada no corpo, Tony levou a mão para dentro da lã, abaixou a cueca e agarrou o próprio comprimento, libertando-o da box. Ele afastou os dentes do zíper, passando o pau pelo fecho da calça social. A paciência para tirar as roupas não coube naquele momento.

Tony torcia para não dar merda e acabar machucando a pele do saco entre o metal do zíper.

— Que ego desgraçado… – sua voz murchou no ritmo em que seus mirantes retornavam para o detalhe que fazia daquele lugar um ambiente inseguro. — Tony, a porta… vou fechar! – você ergueu o torso, prestes a resolver o problema.

Tony se livrou do blazer com uma mão e, com a outra, empurrou o seu peitoral, te fazendo deitar novamente. — Não. A porta tá longe. – expressou-se direto e decidido, não abrindo brecha para ser contrariado.

Ele impulsionou fracamente o quadril contra as suas coxas, esfregando a excitação latente na sua pele, muito próximo da sua entrada. Você quase jogou tudo para os ares e implorou para ser fodido, quase.

— Fecha a porta, por favor! – você tentou se erguer outra vez, mas falhou. O Stark deitou em cima de você, unindo seus corpos e limitando ainda mais suas chances de esquiva. — Porra, Tony! Eu não tenho muito a perder se alguém aparecer nesse caralho, mas você tem! – sua insistência não valeu de nada quando direcionada a alguém que podia comprar o silêncio de qualquer um. — Sem contar que a mesa tá cheia dessas… dessas suas folhas! Você não ficou todo esse temp…

Tony cobriu a sua boca com a mão. Ele se divertia com sua preocupação. — Shhh… – o olhar cerrado do Stark ardia de luxúria. O biquinho brilhoso dele, tão convidativo, fazia você desejar aqueles lábios te calando, não a palma. — Ninguém vai entrar, então relaxa. Fica quietinho e seja uma boa vadia. – ele levou a mão livre sorrateiramente até a virilha, agarrando a base do membro e alinhando-o em sua entrada. — Meu pau já entrou, gatinho, não tem como voltar atrás agora. Sinto muito.

Ele não sentiu.

Tony não sentiu muito quando meteu até o talo.

Ele entrou em você sem anunciar, não adotou vagareza no movimento, foi brusco e rápido. — Po...rra! – ele arfou, arrepiando da cabeça aos pés quando envolto no calor quente das suas estranhas.

A longa preparação pareceu inútil naquele momento. Dois dedos miseráveis não eram páreos para o pau grosso e venoso de Tony.

Inicialmente, seu corpo foi cordial; suas paredes sugaram o membro invasor para dentro, mas o cacete pulsante do Stark exigia um espaço que o seu interior apertado não tinha para oferecer. Seus músculos contraíram intensamente, tentando expulsar o pau de Tony, que permaneceu fincado dentro de você, latejando forte. — Muito... muito fundo! – você conseguiu dizer, sua voz abafada devido a pressão da mão em seus lábios.

— É demais pra você? Ah, que dó! – ele zombou, ciente do tesão latente contido em seu corpo trêmulo. — Culpa desse seu corpinho minúsculo. Nem dedada resolve. – ele deu um tapa na sua bunda antes de rodear o braço na sua cintura e se impulsionar para frente, te roubando um espasmo. — Apertado pra caralho! Parece a porra de um virgem. �� sussurrou na curvatura do seu pescoço, inalando sua colônia diluída no suor.

As suas bordas estavam estouradas, a pele sensível em brasa, avermelhada e esticada ao máximo para adorar o pau de Tony. Pré-sêmen acumulava-se ali, a umidade branca do Stark escorria de dentro para fora, pintando o seu anel rugoso, deixando a sua entrada molhadinha e o seu interior completamente encharcado.

Você sentiu o metal frio do zíper e o tecido da calça social de Tony roçarem em suas coxas conforme ele iniciava movimentos circulares com o quadril. Ele rolava a pélvis, se esfregando em você, amassando as bolas pesadas na sua bunda macia.

Tony praticamente ronronou no seu pescoço. — Merda… isso é tão gostoso! – os barulhinhos roucos que ele deixou escapar afetaram diretamente seu pau, que latejou entre seu abdômen e o de Tony, manchando sua camiseta preta e deixando a camisa branca do mais velho transparente.

Ter o pau de Tony reivindicando espaço dentro de você fez da sua preocupação algo divertido. O medo de ser pego tornou o ato emocionante, o frio na barriga te levou a contrair o ventre e, consequentemente, esmagar os centímetros do Stark.

Ele respondeu abocanhando o seu pescoço, gemendo e arfando na sua pele enquanto a chupava.

Você só conseguia choramingar, desesperado para gozar. O membro de Tony parecia duplicar de tamanho quando inserido no seu corredor esponjoso. Seus nervos não lidavam muito com a potência da sensação, fazendo de você uma casca vazia que só voltaria a ter alma após o orgasmo.

Foi repentino o vazio. De repente, você tinha somente a ponta grossa alojada dentro. Você estava prestes a reclamar, mas Tony voltou com tudo após a retirada, chocando os quadris contra a sua bunda, engatando em outra estocada logo em seguida, e depois outra e assim por diante.

Ele aumentou o aperto da mão sobre a sua boca, mas não foi capaz de conter o gemido escandaloso que subiu por sua garganta e reverberou nas paredes do escritório.

Mesmo com os olhos marejados, você vislumbrou a expressão contorcida de prazer do homem entre as suas pernas e quase gozou com a imagem. Você precisava descontar todo aquele estímulo em algo, então levou as mãos para as costas do mais velho, arranhando-o através das roupas.

Tony, com as sobrancelhas franzidas, mordeu o lábio inferior, também admirando sua feição bagunçada. — Putinha chorona! – sussurrou no seu ouvido, intensificando as investidas no seu buraco acostumado.

— Mais de-devagar! Nesse ritmo eu… eu… – você sequer terminou a frase, sabendo que seria ignorado com sucesso. Seus dedos desceram arranhando o dorso de Tony até estarem rodeando a cintura dele.

As bolas do Stark espancavam a sua bunda, ansiosas para liberar o acúmulo no seu buraco tenso, que por sua vez, estava ansioso para ordenhar cada gota de porra, assim como fazia com o pré-sêmen jorrado da glande inchada.

O choque de peles e o barulho úmido do pau afogado nas suas entranhas eram as músicas favoritas para ambos na cena.

Tony esmurrou sua próstata, sorrindo maroto quando sentiu você tremer embaixo dele, e quando te ouviu gemer ao ponto de babar na palma que ele usava para abafar seus gemidos desenfreados. — Achei. – cantarolou, enfiando fundo no mesmo ângulo, prolongando seus espasmos. — Goza pra mim, vai!

A mesa rangia, balançando com a força das estocadas brutas do Stark. Ele gemeu manhoso e risonho no instante em que você contraiu os glúteos ao redor dele, estasiado com a sensação e contente por testemunhar você tremendo e choramingando ao se aproximar do clímax.

Você veio antes dele, acariciando o ego do bilionário quando gozou apenas sentindo o pau dele ir e vir dentro de você. Suas costas arquearam, desgrudando da mesa na companhia de algumas folhas coladas no tecido suado da sua camiseta. Todo o seu corpo contraiu conforme a porra vazava do seu pau, sujando suas roupas e triscando no cavanhaque de Tony.

Você gemeu mudo, fortificando o abraço na cintura do Stark e apertando suas pernas ao redor do quadril dele antes de amolecer e cair exausto na mesa.

Mas Tony continuou metendo, dessa vez, eufórico, com movimentos erráticos e ansiosos, acertando o seu interior gasto com o único objetivo de gozar, de encher você até transbordar.

Você estapeou o peitoral dele, tentando afastá-lo, murmurando súplicas sem lógica, sentindo-se superestimulado demais para lidar.

Tony estava no ponto, você não precisou insistir. As estocadas dele perderam o ritmo a partir da contração das bolas. O mais velho abraçou o seu corpo arrebatado, tremendo sobre você, em profundo êxtase enquanto pressionava os quadris na sua bunda.

O pau dele convulsionou dentro do seu buraquinho relaxado e, assim como você, ele gemeu mudo ao gozar.

Você sentiu cada uma das pulsações que antecederam os jatos de porra. O líquido pegajoso esquentou suas entranhas, pintou o seu interior de branco e, como Tony havia calculado, te preencheu com tanta fartura que vazou, escorrendo para fora do seu buraco conforme o pau do Stark amolecia, dando brecha para o sêmen se acumular na madeira da mesa e arruinar algumas das folhas ali espalhadas.

Caído em cima de você, Tony respirava pesado, vez ou outra contraindo e lhe arrancando uma reclamação, ainda sob efeito do clímax intenso.

— Desgraçado. – você cochichou como se estivesse revelando um segredo, sorrindo fraco para o outro homem.

O bilionário fazia cafuné na sua cabeça com a mão esquerda e fechava o zíper da calça com a direita. — Arrombado. – sussurrou a verdade em sua orelha.

Porque de fato, você foi arrombado.

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deadqueerboys · 4 months

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Khonshu: Group of homosexuals.

Steven: Yes, you have a problem with this?!

Marc: Since when you're..

Jake: Relax, HE'S ANYTHING BUT STRAIGHT.. CRAZY BIRD!

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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He Won’t Have You | Marc Spector x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Hurt Comfort, Smut

Paring: Sub-Top!Marc Spector x Power Bottom!Male Reader

Warnings: Anal sex (Reader receiving), Blowjob (Reader receiving), Light teasing, Rimming (Reader receiving), Strong language, Unprotected sex

Word Count: 1,002

~ Requests are open ~ Taglist is open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

The crest of the night began to show with the moon above casting its pale light into the bedroom where you lay reading. Marc left as the evening had just begun to settle and you knew he wouldn’t be home until late into the night, so you kept yourself occupied with the time you had.

You were fairly engrossed with your book, the bedside lamp emitting its warm glow when the window opened letting in a cool draft. It was Marc, still clad in his Moon Knight suit, eyes glowing their signature shade of silver. “Someone’s home late.” Your tone was flat but still held an air of playfulness and sarcasm as you closed your book. “I know. Sorry honey.” Marc sighed as the bandaging around his body receded, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking into the bathroom to discard his clothes.

After exiting the bathroom in only his briefs, Marc sat on his side of the bed with a deep exhale. You could tell something was eating away at him, so you decided to walk to him. “Hey, what’s going on?” You carded your fingers through his curls as you stood in front of him. Marc could only lean into your chest as his arms made their way around your waist, prompting you to wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head.

After a few minutes of comforting silence, Marc lifted his head and you sat beside him, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. “It’s just,” Marc sighed and shook his head as his mind started racing. “When Konshu’s done with me, I... I don’t want him goin’ after you.” Marc looked into your eyes after he spoke with a look crossed between protective and desperation. “Oh, baby,” You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to lean into it. “Hey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be right here beside you, and we’ll get through it together.” You reassured him before tenderly kissing his lips.

The passion began to slowly rise as Marc snaked his arms around your hips, slowly guiding you to the mattress while kissing you. While you were under him, his tongue made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. You were both left panting for air as Marc broke the kiss. “He won’t have you. I won’t let him.” Marc’s words were breathy as he spoke, making a vow to both you and himself. “Oh yeah?” A light smirk pulled at your lips as you hooked a finger around the dog tags that hung from his neck. Marc hummed a response that indirectly came through as a whimper before you pulled him into another heated kiss.

Marc’s lips eventually left yours and kissed their way down to your jawline, then your neck, to your chest and stomach before stopping above the waistband of your underwear. He looked into your eyes, silently asking for permission. “Go ahead.” With that, Marc’s fingers found themselves underneath your underwear, pulling them down to reveal your semi-hard cock. He placed more kisses on your inner thighs before licking the shaft of your dick to take it in his mouth. “Fuuuuck” You moaned out in ecstasy as Marc took all of you into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands placed themselves in Marc’s hair yet again as his head went up and down forcing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

Feeling yourself getting close to your limit, you lightly pulled Marc off of your cock by his hair, leaving him breathing heavily. “Good boy.” You breathily praised Marc as he made his way further down to your hole, lifting your legs over his broad shoulders in the process. He kissed the tight muscle before fully licking it, releasing moans as hums against your skin. “Oh fuck, just like that. Get me ready for you.” More moans fell from your mouth as Marc continued eating out your hole, slipping his tongue inside and licking your inner walls.

As soon as you both felt your hole was ready, Marc lifted himself to his knees, pulled your legs around his waist, aligned his hard dick with your hole, and pulled a deep moan from both of you as he slowly pushed inside you. “Oh my god baby.” Marc groaned into your ear as he bottomed out against your ass, leaning above you to rest from the overwhelming pleasure. “Does that feel good?” Your question elicited another whimper from Marc, so deep in euphoria that he couldn’t respond in another way.

After a few moments of regaining himself, Marc began to thrust inside you filling the room with the sounds of moans and his skin against yours. Your moans grew louder as his cock began hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck Marc, right there. Don’t stop.” You had to separate each phrase because of the intense waves of pleasure surging through your body.

Marc was close to his breaking point shown by his moans sounding increasingly closer to pleas for release. “Fuck, please honey I’m so close.” “Yeah? Me too, keep going, baby.” The need for relief became too much to bear as Marc continued and with a final thrust, you both shot your loads of warm, sticky cum, his inside your hole and yours on your torso. Marc almost collapsed, stopping himself with his arms just above you.

Both of you were a panting mess as you came down from your high, letting out a light chuckle as you gently placed a hand on his cheek. Marc placed a loving kiss on the base of your palm before resting his forehead against yours with a calm smile on his face. “I’m gonna go take another shower. And you’re coming with me.” A playful smirk adorned your face as Marc placed another loving kiss on your lips.

After getting up, Marc followed you to the bathroom knowing that you’ll never leave him and he won’t let Konshu come anywhere near you.

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A/N: I’ve added three new writers to my fanfic recs, so feel free to check them out.

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starssunsoftheinfinite · 1 year

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so. I have been plagued. By thoughts.

Mainly of Loki. Loki being soft. Like,, male! Reader being so exhausted and unable to do much so. He takes care of them?? If that makes sense?

(Feel free to ignore!)

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Sorry for the long wait! Stuff got pretty busy lol. This was a really fun thing to get me in the writing mood again though! There's another ask in my inbox so I'll get to that after! I just chose this one first since I knew it would be more low key (pun intended) and shorter.

I also wrote this on my phone so apologies if its a little odd looking I'm not sure if it'll translate well on laptops.

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Fluff/comfort

Male reader x loki

Pet names used (sweet boy, pet, love, my darling, dear (for loki))

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Your day had been overwhelmingly hard and incredibly overbearing. So much had happened at work, the job Loki insists you need not do on Midguard but you insist you do your part despite your lovers royal status securing more than enough money for the both of you. It was a retail job and while that may sound simple any mortal such as your self would know otherwise. Heimdall brings you back to Asgard and can already tell your warn out, satchel bairly handing onto your shoulder. "ah, y/n. You look well." he said in a genuine tone but it was clear by the smug look he was giving he meant to tease. You roll your eyes playfully "ha ha" you said, tilting your head to emphasise each exaggerated laugh. "Loki is waiting for you in your chambers." Heimdall says helpfully, smiling softly and giving a nod to urge you down the rainbow bridge. The walk was long and tireing, your thighs and calves hurt already, the hours of standing causing them strain, so a long walk was not ideal. Finally you pressed your palm against the cool gold doors of your shared bedroom and you throw your bag onto the armchair in the corner. "be careful you may break something" Loki teased and you roll your eyes, you've done that a lot today. You sit at your desk, planning to doodle. Nothing serious just mindless scribbles until your mind feels less like bile. You pull out the drawer and take out a pencil then go to sharpen it. Snap. The led breaks. Snap. It breaks again. Snap- "ugh!" you yell. Loki had already been keeping an eye on you, easily able to tell something was testing your patience. His eyes widen and he stands from where he lay on the bed, shutting his book. "Love? Are you quite alright?" he whispers softly, standing beside you but not too close, wanting to give you your space. "Im- mm" you barely begin the second word before your face is scrunching up and you whimper. Today had been so difficult but now you'd been pushed over the edge by something so small. Hands reach out to cup your face, crouching down a little to your sitting level "oh my sweet boy, no, don't cry. It's alright. I'm here my Darling." he cooes and you sink into his touch, whimpering and quivering. "today has been difficult hasn't it pet?" all you could do was nod. There was a comfortable silence between you two as he held you close. "up to your feet sweet boy, come to bed with me." he offers, gently helping you out of your seat and leading you to the soft sheets and comfort of bed. Loki crawls in and opens his arms, motioning you to lay against his chest and you happily do so. He runs his fingers through your hair" everything will be all right my love, everything will be alright. "he soothes and it's like his words are law. Your muscles loosen and your head grows empty, far too focused on the calming sound of his voice the gentle touch of his hands." there you are. No need to worry or fret. I am here. You are safe here. " he hummed. As the world melted away and all you could hear was Lokis voice and the comforting continuous sound of his heart beat, all you could feel was his hands on your skin and in your hair, and all you could smell was the warm scent of his lavender shampoo and black cherry soap, you felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier. "that's it sweet boy, you deserve rest. Take as much as you need. I will be right here when you wake. I promise." he hooked a finger under your jaw and tilted your head up ever so slightly. He craned his neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my sweet Prince." he whispers and a small smile graces your lips "I love you too Dear.." your sentence trailed off into silence and soft breaths.

#Loki #loki x you #loki x male reader #loki x reader #marvel x male reader #mcu x male reader #loki x y/n #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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biggestxsimps · 11 months

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Dad!Tony Stark x Son!Male Reader (PLATONIC!)

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I surprisingly enjoyed writing this. It’s been about a year since I’ve watched the Marvel movies so my memory is pretty rusty, please let me know if I’ve mixed anything up and I’ll give it a quick fix. Also, I’m not from America so I’m not sure with their states/cities so please point out any mistakes I might’ve made.

Y/N's POV:

Things used to be good between my dad and I, but ever since Peter had shown up, all his attention had stuck on him. It wasn’t all too noticeable at first, we would still hang out when he was free, spending our Saturday nights watching movies together.

Though it only took a few weeks for him to start to brush me off more. Similar excuses each time he rescheduled our weekly plans. “I have improvements to add to Peter’s suit.” “I’ve got work to finish with Peter.” “Peter needs help getting used to the suit.” Peter this, Peter that.

It was like Peter was his son and not me. Just like that, I was thrown into the background, a minor thought in the back of his mind, it was like he no longer cared for me.

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We had a recital coming up really soon, one I had expressed my excitement to my dad before for. He used to be so proud, so ecstatic to eventually see me up on stage. I hoped this would be the push he needed to give me the attention I had so easily and so quickly lost.

Dad was downstairs in his workshop, that’s where he usually was, always working on something new to dazzle the public with. I slowly open the glass door, stepping in as he speaks up. “Peter, you’re finally here. Here, try this-” He turns around, a metal plate in his hand as he props it towards me.

“Oh Y/N. Sorry about that, what do you need?” He turns back around, placing the metal back down, keeping his attention on his creation. I silently sigh as I walk over to him, taking the folded poster out of my pocket. I hand the piece of paper to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion before reading through it.

“The recitals in a couple days, I know how excited you were to come see me, and I’d love for you to be there” He smiles, stuffing the paper into his shirt pocket. “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kid.” I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, “Thanks dad. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Dad sent a smile back my way before I swiftly left his workshop, excitedly practising my songs in my room for the upcoming day.

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The day I had longed for had finally arrived. It was around 6:30pm and I was currently backstage, I was going up on stage in only half an hour. I had been practising the whole year for this recital and I was determined to perfectly execute it. I couldn’t wait for dad to see the progress I had made.

Some time had passed, the curtains would open in 5 minutes, parents and friends of the people performing with me had started to fill the seats. I looked out from the slight gap in the curtains, hoping to see my dad amongst the growing crowd.

My eyes darted across the plethora of seats, filled with unfamiliar faces. I deflate as I can’t find him, hoping, praying he was just running late.

We got into our places behind the curtains, a countdown being played in our headsets before the curtains swung open. I noticed my friends looking around for the people they invited, their faces lighting up when they did. I followed suit, taking another quick look over the crowd, never finding my dad though.

My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn’t here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn’t need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that’s what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.

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The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.

I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn’t able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn’t coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.

Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn’t show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn’t he message me to let me know.

I’m brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn’t far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.

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As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. “Good evening, Y/N.” I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y’s robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. “Hey Friday.” I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. “Friday?” “Yes Sir?” I look around the lit house. “Where’s dad?”

It takes a second for her to answer. “He’s in his workshop.” I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad’s laugh booming as a young boy’s follows. I didn’t even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.

I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.

“Friday. Lock my door please.” I hear her voice once more “Of course.” before the sound of a ‘click’ comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.

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The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn’t too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.

I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his “Business trips”. Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.

He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn’t bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn’t bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to leave this stupid house.

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When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It’s not like dad would’ve noticed anyways, he was still busy ‘working’ I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice stopping me. “Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?” I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.

“I’m having a sleepover at a friend's place.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of “Have fun.” I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. “Hey man, you got everything?” I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, thanks for this.” I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. “Of course, I’m here for you man.” The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car’s speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.

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A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. “Hey, are you okay?” “Where are you?” “I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?” However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.

“Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing.” An explanation of the time of my ‘disappearance’ was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.

I hear my friend’s footsteps behind me, “I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone’s worried sick.” My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. “Yeah, maybe.”

I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” “Do you have anything to do with Y/N’s disappearance?” “Is he alive?” “Do you have any information on Y/N’s whereabouts?” A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I know as much as you guys do.” He aggressively replies. “And if the lot of you don’t leave, I’ll have you all jobless by tomorrow.” The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.

I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. “Let’s go” I leave to pack my stuff back up again.

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It’s late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.

I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight ‘click’ to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.

I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.

I pull my bags over to the staircase. “Y/N?” Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can’t help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.

I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for this-” “No, no, no, no.” He repeats sullenly “It’s my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I’m so sorry.” I chuckle as I shake my head. “Please forgive me Y/N.” I let out a short breathy laugh. “Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you.”

He smiles, “I never wanted to make you think I didn’t care about you. You’re my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter.” He rubs a hand against my back. “You’re my top priority, and I’ll make sure you never doubt that again.” “Thank you.”

That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other’s view, making sure to talk about what’s going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.

As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.

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It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn’t wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.

Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. “Hey dad!” I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.

“Hey kid, what’s up?” He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. “Another one?” He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.

“Yeah, you better come to this one.” He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. “I’ll be there, I promise.” I nod. “Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” “Of course.” He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.

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It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn’t wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.

As the curtains draw open, I can’t help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words “That- -y son-.” He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.

A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it’s somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.

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thealtoduck · 9 months

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Wild Side

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, friends with benefits, bottom!Reader, jealous top!Peter, shower sex, sex in school showers, anal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: You and Peter stay behind after class and shower together…

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It was towards the end om gym class, you were hanging out with friends when you heard the bane of your existence speak up from behind you. ”Damn Y/n, if you do any more squats your gymshorts are gonna explode” Flash said flirtily.

”Hey Flash” you said dryly turning around to meet his wandering eyes. He grabbed your arm pulling you out of earshot from your friends. ”So i was thinking maybe you and me could stay after class, wait for the others to leave the locker room and have some fun in the shower”.

”Flash, that time at my place was a one time thing” you said awkwardly. ”Come on, you can’t deny our chemistry” Flash said. ”Flash, you were desperate, i was bored and drunk, i wouldn’t call that chemistry” you told him.

”Fine, don’t worry i’ll find someone else” he said walking off grumpily. You turned to get back to your friends not knowing that a certain brunette boy and his friend had overheard you. Peter couldn’t help feeling slightly jealous of the thought that you and Flash of all people had slept together.

Peter then decided to do something bold he like Flash came up to you while you were with you friends and asked ”Y/n, can i talk to you for a sec?”. ”Yeah sure” you said with a smile now that it was Peter.

”Can i fuck you in the showers later?” Peter asked casually, making your eyes widen as you were caught of guard. Seeing Peter this direct stirred up something inside you making you utter a shy ”Sure”. Then you went back to your friends.

Once the school bell rang people hurried out to the locker rooms as it was your last lesson of the day. Peter came up to you and planted a kiss on your cheek, the two of you hung out for a while in the gym hall until the others had left the locker room.

You then entered it and went to your lockers and started getting undressed. You got your towel out of your locker and then went and found a naked Peter by his locker. He closed his locker and turned to you. The two of you looked each other in the eyes and passionately started making out.

Peter then took you hand and guided you towards the now empty school showers. You put your towels aside and stepped under the showerhead, turning on the water. You made out as you were both getting drenched in it’s warm water.

Peter’s hand slipped down to your now hard cock and he started stroking your it with a firm grip. You moaned softly against Peter’s wet lips. Peter pressed you against the tiled wall, making you gasp as the cold tiles met your back.

Peter then got down on his kness in front of you taking your dick in to his warm mouth. You put your hand in his wet hair as he sucked your fat cock. He moved his head back and forth making you moan softly.

”Peter, you’re doing so good” you praised as Peter moved his tongue up your shaft. You already felt yourself getting close to cumming. ”Peter, i’m gonna cum” you said. Peter continued working your cock until he you spilled your load in his mouth.

”Shit Peter, swallow my cum” you said and Peter did as commaned, swallowing your seed. Your cock went flaccid as Peter stood back up. ”Ready get fucked?” Peter asked. ”You lead” you told him. Peter turned you around making you face the wall, water falling on your back

Peter immediately ran a finger over hole and started pushing one in to loosen you up, he continuly added more as he fingered you open for him. You felt your cock getting hard again as Peter got you ready.

Peter then started teasing you opening with his rock hard cock. ”Ready?” he asked. ”Yeah” you said needily as you pushed your ass against him. Peter lined himself up with your hole and started pushing himself inside.

You groaned as Peter’s thick legth penetrated you. Peter sank his shaft all the way in to your tightness. ”Fuck, so tight on my cock” Peter swore holding your hips firmly. He then slowly started pulling out before once again pushing back in.

You he started thrusting a slow paste. You moaned Peter’s name as he planted kisses on your neck. He then started moving a bit faster as he pushed in to you. He moved you closer to the wall and pinned you against it as he fucked your hole.

Your wet bodies were pressed against each other as Peter then said ”Flash, can’t fuck you like this can he” as his thrusts echoed in the empty shower and locker room. ”No” you whined as Peter’s cock hit your prostate.

”Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this?” Peter asked more dominant than usual, his body pressed hard against yours as he relentlessly fucked you into your tightness. ”You” you said wealky as Peter pounded your ass.

You felt your cock get ready to cum a second time as it was pressed against the shower room wall. ”I’m gonna cum” you said as Peter continued thrusting roughly. ”Cum for me, Y/n” he said fucking you restlessly.

You came once again your seed splashing over the shower wall. Peter chased his own orgasm his hard cock needing release. With one last deep thrust he filled your ass with his seed, once he pulled out his cock, his cum started to leak out of your now gaping ass.

The two of you then helped to wash each other off and got out of the shower. You took your towels and dried yourselves and then went to get dressed. As you both were getting dressed Peter asked ”So when did you and Flash happen?”.

”Oh, that? A couple of months ago like a week before i met you and we started you know…” you explained. ”Oh…” Peter said suprised. ”What?” you questioned. ”I kinda thought it was a more recent thing which is kinda why i wanted to do this, i kinda got a little jealous” Peter confessed.

”Well then i guess i should get you jealous more often” you teased him making him laugh. Once you both were finished you left the locker room together.

”Wanna come to my place and watch a movie?” Peter asked excitedly.

”Yeah, sure” you said and took Peter’s gentle hand in yours as you walked away from the school.

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alabastersmutzz · 4 months

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Thor X Male reader smut headcanons

Experience

A LOT, hes like 5000 years old lol

Hes been with men, women, aliens, monsters-

(He kinda freaky)

So yeah he KNOWS his stuff

Dom/sub, Top/Bottom

Top. I cant really see him as a bottom tbh, but hes definitely very gentle

Dom, but like soft dom ya know? Unless you want him to be rough (which he'll definitely do)

I can maaaaaaaybe see him be like a sub!top but like... very rarely

Position

He LOVES having you ride him, but for the most part, whatever position youd like he'd be fine with

Hes also kinda vanilla so missionary also

Kinks

Loves praising you, and every so often likes to be praised ofc

Honestly would be into whatever your into

I also feel like he'd love hair pulling

DEFINITELY likes that electro stimulation

(Once again, he kinda freaky)

I feel like hes definitely tried like EVERYTHING and is ok with all of it

I think the only thing he wouldnt be into would be like heavy BDSM

Nicknames

Likes to be called:

Thor

Lord

Your highness

Your majesty

King

Sir

Daddy

Likes to call you:

Good boy

Sweetheart

Darling

Love

(And depending on how kinky yall are)

Slut

Whore

Bad boy

Bitch

Looks

"Whos horse is that?"

No but seriously like hes PACKING

Like 9-10 inches

Maybe more?

Idk hes a LITERAL GOD

*SCHLURPP*

Other

He likes to have sex on his throne

LOVES having his balls sucked

Loves massages (both giving and recieving)

Hes a tease, for sure

(Lowkey likes to get kinky with his hammer/axe)

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crims0nwritess · 1 year

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Hi how are you?

Can I request a peter parker x male reader where peter and reader are trying to spend some time together alone but keep getting interrupted by the avengers. Mostly peter and reader trying to watch movies,eat snacks and make out with some touching ( reader mostly touching/grabbing peters butt ) but due to the avengers they keep moving to different spots but are found every single time until they both put their foot down and tell them not to disturb them as they want to relax.

Please and thank you :)

Hello! Im good, thanks for asking! Thats an awesome idea! Thank you for the request!

Again???

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Peter Parker x Male!reader

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Summary: Peter and Y/N want just one minute of alone time, unfortunately, living with 20+ people means thats probably not gonna happen

Warnings: Slight touching, kissing

Notes: Reader has dr. Strange magic

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You sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly for the past hour or 2, not really knowing what to do with yourself, until you heard a familiar knock at your window.

You turned your head towards the noise, only to see your boyfriend waving like a toddler with a goofy smile on his face, his spidersuit still visible on his neck.

You got up and opened the window, peter smiling even wider as you did.

"Have you ever came through my door?" You asked, kneeling down slightly to look at his fce through the open window.

"I dont think so, no" Peter said as he hopped through your window and sprung up excitedly, throwing his gloved hand up to your cheek and placing a small kiss on your lips.

You smiled widely as you close the window and Peter went into the bathroom to change, you hopped on the bed again and waited patiently for Peter to come back.

After Peter changed out of his suit he came out of the bathroom and spread your arms wide, your hand waggling, gesturing for him to come over and a smile plastered on your face.

Peter smiled and waddled over to you, now in more comfortable clothes, he came over and slung his legs over your hips, grabbing onto your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours.

Your hands went down to his waist as you moved your lips against his, both of your mouths moving in perfect sync as you pulled him closer to you on your lap.

Knock knock knock

Peter pulled away from your lips with a confused face as the knock on your door subsided.

"Who is it?" You called out.

"Its kate can I come in?" Kate asked outside your door.

You looked over at Peter who gave you a nod and rolled off your lap onto the bed by your side, Kate opened the door and walked in, sprinting over to you and sitting on the other side of you, showing you something on her phone.

"Ok so there was this guy today who came in and- wait was I interrupting something?" She asked as she saw Peter by your side.

"Umm, no, nope your fine" You said awkwardly as you and Kate continued your conversation.

That was the first time this happened.

The second time, you were in the living room, it was late at night and you and Peter wanted to watch a movie on the big, Avengers TV, Peter picked out and turned on the movie and you soundproofed the room, using a spell, you cast a wave of orange light over the room and knew you were all set, you sat on the couch next to him and threw a blanket over both of you.

Peter threw an arm around you and you set your head on his shoulder as the movie started, a star wars movie, of course, Peter picked the movie.

It was a total of 5 minutes before they were interupted again.

"What the hell are you two doing up so late?" Steve asked as he walked into the room.

"We just wanted to watch a movie on the big TV" Peter said turning his attention to Steve.

"Absolutely not its midnight go to bed" Steve said grabbing the remote from the table and turning off the TV, you and Peter rolled your eyes and threw the blanket off.

"And why are YOU up mr. Rogers?" You asked tauntingly.

"I had to pee, thank you very much" Steve explained.

"Now go to bed, both of you, and seperate rooms!"

"What?!" You and Peter asked simultaneously.

"Shh! You'll wake everyone up!" Steve whisper-yelled.

"I soundproofed the room moron" Y/N said.

"Ohhh that explains why I couldnt hear the TV... but hey! Dont talk to me that way young man!" Steve said.

"'Young man' you're so old" You said as you and Peter walked away.

"Hey!"

"We're going! Dont worry"

"Seperate rooms!"

"Yeah yeah whatever..."

The third time, you and Peter were up at midnight... again, sneaking into the avengers kitchen for a late night snack, you barely got the fridge open before Clint dropped from the vents.

"Ow! Shit im too old for that" Clint said as he groans in pain and stands up from falling, pointing a finger towards you.

"Bed, now" Clint said.

"You too? What did Steve pay you or something?" You asked.

"Actually he did, got 50 bucks" Clint smiled.

"Ooh chocolate gimme some"

You kept the bag away from him and evenly distributed the chocolate 3 ways for you, Clint and Peter.

The fourth time, it was getting a bit annoying, you were on the rooftop, right after Peters patrol, his mask was pulled just a bit above his mouth and his lips were pressed against yours, your hands were slowly trailing down his back and he was gently pressing you down onto the roof, eventually, your tounges were dancing against each other as your hands were cupping the curves of Peters butt, you smiled against his lips before you heard a noise coming from above.

"Ohhhhh man! Get you some spider boy!" You heard from above, your eyes go wide as Peter pulls off of you quickly, looking up at the falcon laughing and flying above you, Peter pulled his mask down and got off of you, helping you up quickly afterwards.

"Screw you sam!" Peter yelled.

"Aww, what did I ever do to you?" Sam giggled.

This had happened to you 3 more times next week, and finally, you both had enough.

The final time, you and Peter had made SURE, you were alone, you were in the lab, making some upgrades to Peters suit, well, Peter was, you didnt really understand all that stuff so you just admired his cute face as he worked away.

"What?" He asked as he noticed you staring.

"Nothin, your just cute" You said, making him blush and look away.

You got up and placed your hands on his cheeks, moving his head towards yours and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Hey guy- nevermind i'll come back later" Bruce said as he entered the lab.

You sigh as you break away from his lips, rolling your eyes and making a face that said 'fed up'

"How many times has that happened?" Peter asked.

"Too many" You grabbed his hand and walked with him to the conference room, pressing your finger on the intercom button.

"Attention all avengers, if you see Y/N and Peter alone together, please do not disturb them" You started.

"That means like, always, unless we say otherwise" Peter added on.

"Thank you." You finished.

You looked up at Peter and smiled, feeling somewhat at peace and kissed him again.

"What are you guys talking about?" Tony asked barging in.

"OUT" You and Peter said.

"Fine! Why are yelling at me..." Tony said and closed the door as you kissed Peter again and he lifted you onto the table.

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Daddy/Dearest (Wade Wilson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Alien!Cis!M!Reader Rating: Mature (lowest I can go with a Deadpool fic) Words: 1048 POV: Third Summary: You matched with Deadpool on the intergalactic dating app Starcrossed. After exchanging many dick pics, you decided to visit Earth for your first date... and blow the planet up if the date sucked. Note: Inspired by the song Party Tonight by Joe Hedourix and this prompt. Tags: first date, fluff, idk who Nick Fury really is tbh, 4th wall breaks, romcom and reader’s appearance is a little vague but at some point I started imagining Megamind

“Deadpool! Open up!” Wade groaned at the insistent knocking on his door. He tried to rub his eyes, only to find out that he was still wearing his mask. A quick look down revealed he had fallen asleep on the couch in his PJs. The knocking at his door stopped, so he rested his body on the couch. He had barely closed his eyes, when the door was knocked down.

He raised his head with a groan, only to be incredibly surprised by his guest. “Wow, Nick Fury, I am not sure if I am even supposed to know who you are, because the writer has seen exactly one movie in which you had a cat, but he supposes you’re an important dude or whatever.”

“Shut it, motherfucker,” the man wearing a black trenchcoat barked back at Wade. He clearly took note of the dirty white shirt with a butt on it and the blue chequered underwear Wade was wearing, but he did not comment on it. “Do you know the app Starcrossed?”

Wade laughed, not reading the room that had been filled with armoured men and women because we are inclusive here and women can and will kick your ass if provoked.

“That app with all the metas on it? Why? Did we match? I’m sorry if I did not reply, but you’re not really my type and you must have been an accidental swipe.”

“Stop yapping! Does this guy look familiar to you?” From his pocket he unfolded a picture printed on an A4 paper. Wade leaned in and squinted at the picture. He did recognise the person on it.

“Oh yes that’s my daddy - not my father - but like a sexual daddy you know. You should see his dick.” Nick looked like he was gonna lose it. Wade could tell, but he frankly did not give a shit.

“Well, your ‘daddy’ is the leader of an alien race, whose armada is in orbit right now to drop him off for a ‘date’ with you. So get dressed, because whether we get blown up or not today is apparently up to you.” That was a lot to take in, but Wade was used to weird days and this was simply just another one of them.

Now it was common to be nervous for a first date, but the fully armed SWAT team dropping Wade off was not helping. He tried making conversation with them, but they seemed to blame him for possible annihilation before dinner time.

When he stepped out of the chopper, there was a masculine figure waiting in front of the former military base. He held a large bouquet of iridescent flowers. They seemed either fake or from an alien planet. “Wadey!” The figure called out, waving frantically with all hands that were not holding the bouquet. The inhuman coloured skin seemed to change colour wherever the late morning sun was directly shining on it.

“Hi daddy,” Wade called back in the same cooing tone. He skipped over to his date. “Are those for me?” He mused, knowing the answer as his date handed them to him.

“I heard flowers are quite common to bring to a Terran date, so I brought some rare flowers from my planet for you. I am afraid they will not survive as long as they would on my planet though. The sun here is weak.” Wade smelled the flowers. They smelled like butt. Could be worse. At least Wade was familiar with the smell of butt. Wade held the flowers close as he thanked the other for them. “Well then, shall we? Your government was so kind to help me set up an Earth-date.”

The atmosphere was… weird. There was a very extensive brunch on a beautifully decorated table, but they were surrounded by people keeping them at gunpoint. “You don’t seem bothered by being held at gunpoint,” Wade noted as he rolled up his mask just far enough to shove a croissant into his mouth.

“Likewise,” his date smirked back at him. He reached out and touched the edges of the mask. “Come on, I already know your dick and ass are covered in scars. Your face cannot possibly scare me.” Wade thought about it. Well, his identity was not really a secret right now anyway. They already knew where he lived. Wade lifted his mask off his face, trying to not show how insecure he was about his fucked up face. However, when he looked at the alien before him, he swore he could see a hunger in his eyes. “If these people were not around, I would fuck your face right now,” the man sighed dreamily, before continuing to clumsily trying to spread butter on a piece of toast.

Wade reached out and decided to help him. Their fingers briefly touched and Wade saw the other man smile at the contact. It set his body on fire with desire. “I frankly don’t care about the audience, but after writing all those kinktober fics the writer can really use a break from blowjob scenes, so let’s keep this from being E-rated.”

Wade sat back down after buttering his date’s toast. He watched as the alien’s facial features reacted to the taste of Earth food. “Fascinating,” he spoke softly. Wade chatted with his date and those mesmerising eyes and charming smile kept drawing him in. At some point he was sure even Nick Fury could smell his arousal from wherever he was keeping an eye on the situation. There was no more food left, when his date rose from his seat and offered one of his hands. “Let’s get out of here.”

Wade grabbed his mask and put it back on. “We’ll have to fight our way out of here if we want to do that.” A corona of blue light started surrounding the alien, a devilish smile appearing on his face. The sudden display of power got people loading their guns and Wade’s gun filling up with blood really quickly.

“Do not worry, dearest, that can be arranged,” the most powerful being that had ever held him spoke, before he blasted a hole in the line of armed people, lighting the way to their future in a flurry of blue. “Let’s have a good time, dearest.”

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gayforleonkennedy · 1 year

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Back To You

Summary: You and Bucky broke up due to your family’s disapproval of your relationship. So you left and went to London to study. After finishing college, you, now a doctor, return to America and reunite with your best friends. You also reunite with Bucky, who is now a CEO, and the two of you agreed to be friends…but it seems impossible when the feelings you try to leave behind still come back to you.

Pairings: CEO! Bucky Barnes x DOCTOR MALE! reader

FEM READERS DNI

You just finish doing your rounds in the hospital and Natasha goes to you, inviting you to have lunch with her, and you accept her invitation. The two of you grab your things before you leave the hospital.

“Oh, by the way, Tony called me earlier to tell me that we have dinner tomorrow,” she says as you two enter the restaurant. “But it will be in Bucky’s place.”

“Is there an occasion?” you ask.

“No. Tony just wants to have dinner tomorrow to have a little get-together since we haven’t done this lately,” she answers. “The last we had a get-together was the night you returned here.”

“Oh right,” you reply.

The two of you take your seats and order your food. As the waiter leaves your table, Natasha speaks again.

“So, how are you holding up for these past months?” she asks.

You shrug. “Well, to be honest, it's been a rollercoaster ride. Some days have been great and others not so much. But overall, I'm grateful for the good days. How about you? How are you and Steve?”

She smiles, biting her lower lip and blushing when you mention the redhead’s fiance’s name. You knew that she and Steve began dating in college during junior year, the two were so shy to approach each other, and Clint and Wanda needed to whack them on the head in 0rder to do it.

“Well, we’re doing really good. Our relationships going stronger and stronger,” she answers.

“That’s nice to hear,” you reply fondly.

Behind that smile, you also feel a small jealousy as you suddenly remember your past relationship with Bucky. You wish your relationship with him was like with Steve and Natasha, Tony and Pepper, and Clint and Laura. You wish your relationship with him was easy to accept from your families.

“I’m happy for you, Nat,” you say. “Like really.”

Seeing the real meaning of it behind your smile, she smiles sadly. “You know that you already have your freedom, Y/N,” she says and I easily understand what she’s referring to. “Your mother gave you that before she met her last breath.”

I frown. “I don’t know, Nat. I really broke him.”

“You didn’t have a choice, that’s why you did that,” she argues. “Now, you’re an adult, Y/N. You don’t need anyone who will judge or argue with you because of your choices, it’s your own choices now. You’re on your own. That same goes with Bucky, he’s on his own. He’s free now to choose his own choice.”

You frown, looking down at the table, you don’t know what to say. Silence comes between the two of you as Natasha watches you. You two didn’t speak for a moment as you busy yourself looking down at the table, while Natasha waits for you to speak.

“He loves you,” she says, breaking the silence between you, and you look up at her. “He still does. Even though he was waiting for nothing because he knew you wouldn’t return, he still loves you.”

Loves. Not loved.

“And when you returned here to America and agreed to be friends with him, he’s very happy because you didn’t forget about him or treat him as a stranger but a friend, who still loves the ugly and beautiful side of him. You two might have broken up but you two are still you. Bucky is still Bucky, and you are still you.”

Before you can reply or say anything to her, the waiter arrives with your orders, and after he serves your orders, he leaves the table.

“Can you tell me about what happened to Bucky after I left and went to London?” you ask.

She chuckles fondly. “Yeah, sure.”

You and Natasha eat your lunch while she tells you about Bucky since you refused to hear about Bucky when you were still studying in London to focus more on your studies. After all, it was your promise to each other before you went—achieve your dreams.

And you did.

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At night, after coming home from the hospital, you take a bath, brush your teeth and wear a pair of pajamas and a T-shirt. But when you try to sleep, you can’t as you move and move until it irritates you as you hop off of the bed, running your fingers through your hair. You walk over to the window, looking at the night city outside. You can’t help but keep replaying Natasha’s words earlier.

She told you about what happened to Bucky after you left and went to London, and you can’t help but be proud of what he had done.

Flashbacks

“He was really broken. We didn’t see him for a while in school,” she said as she took a bite of her chicken.

While chewing your food, you listened to her intently.

“We even went to his house but he refused to speak to us or to see us. Even Steve, Bucky refused to talk to him,” she continues. “Then after four days, he finally went to school but he still didn’t talk to us and he even distanced himself from us. Until Steve had enough of it, so we confronted him, reminding him what you two promised to each other, and that he broke down in front of us.” She paused as she took a drink of her juice before she continued. “He broke down in front of us as he asked himself what was wrong with him that made your mother hate him so much and what was wrong with you that made his parents hate you so much.

“After we comforted him, we encouraged him to continue to achieve his goal because that was what you promised to each other. After that, he started to focus on his studies. It was rough at first but as the days went by, he managed to do it. He studied very hard, did all his school requirements, and passed all the exams.”

As you cut your beef with the knife, you look up at her again. “I thought he was studying law at that time because it was his parents’ choice.”

Natasha shook her head. “Since they disapproved of your relationship and you left, he became rebellious and chose the college course he really wanted. He became fair, actually. If his parents disapproved of his relationship with you, he then disapproved of the college course they wanted for him. When his parents learned that he didn’t take the law, they are forced to kick him out of the house and disowned him, and Bucky stayed with Steve during college.”

“What happened to him after college?” you asked as you took a bite of your beef.

“He proved to his parents that he would become a successful businessman. His aunt and uncle secretly helped him to start his business. At first, his aunt and uncle decided to loan Bucky a large amount of money but changed their mind and gave Bucky a very large amount of money to help him start. His business became very successful and he still paid back his aunt and uncle.”

“What happened to his parents after he established his business?”

“They moved to Philadelphia,”

You nodded as the two of you continued eating your lunch.

End of flashbacks

You have mixed reactions, and you’re not exactly sure what to say but you’re proud of him for what he accomplished. You’re proud of him because he didn’t let himself down or let the breakup bring him down. You’re proud of him because he still fought for the future he desired.

…And after all these years, despite how much you tried to let go of the feelings that you should leave behind…you still love him. How can you not be? He’s also the reason why you fought for the dreams you desired, and he’s the reason why you’re still fighting. You’re still fighting despite there are many times you tried to give up.

He loves you, Natasha’s words from earlier echo in your head. He still loves you after all these years.

You know that you already have your freedom, Y/N. You know that Natasha is right about that. Before you even came back here to America, you did already have your freedom after your mother gave you your deserved freedom before she died in a hospital bed. She made up to you before she died as she encouraged you to return and win back the person you never stop loving. You spent another two years in London after your mother passed away before you finally returned to America.

The next evening, you start getting ready as soon as you got home. Natasha and Steve both offer you a ride, which you gladly accepted it. You exit the bathroom to go to your walk-in closet. You grab a pair of dark jeans and a dark red polo shirt. You choose to dress simply since it’s not a big occasion. After you fix your hair, you wear your sneakers, and by that time, you receive a message from Natasha that they’re already waiting for him. You quickly grab your phone, keys, and wallet before you exit your apartment, locking the door, and exit the building to meet up with them.

The three of you arrive in Bucky’s penthouse. As the elevator door opens, a not so loud music welcomes you, and you can smell the foods whatever they’re preparing for.

“Bucky, Tony, we’re here!” Natasha calls out, intertwining her hand with Steve’s.

The three of you walk around the penthouse as if you own it. Tony, Clint, and Cody appear with cheerful smiles on their faces.

“Hey, glad you’re here now!” Clint greets them.

You hug each other and as you and Tony pull away from the hug, Bucky soon appears with a warm smile. His hair is still wet, he’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray sweater. You also see that he shaved. He looks incredibly young and handsome.

“Hey, glad you made it,” he greets as he hugs Steve and Natasha before finally looking at you. “Hi.”

You smile shyly as you blush. “Hi.”

You two then share a hug. As soon as you wrap your arms around him, you smell the perfume you always bought for him when you were still dating. You close your eyes as you two linger on and after a few moments, you pull away.

“I’m glad you came,” he says softly.

You shrug. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

The two of you share a smile once more before you all make your way to the dining area. You and Natasha go to the kitchen where Pepper and Wanda are helping each other prepare dinner. As they notice your presence, they look up and smile widely.

“Well, hello, there!” They greeted you with a hug when you two approach them.

“Hi,” you greet them as well with the same wide smile, hugging them back.

After you greet them, you help them bring the food to the dining area. Sam and Thor finally arrive as well. As it’s all set up, you gather around the table. You bravely take a seat beside Bucky, who is surprised as well. As you sit down beside him, you catch Natasha’s gaze, and she’s just smiling at you.

As you all eat, you talk, laugh, and tell some jokes and embarrassing stories while you enjoy dinner. You can’t deny to yourself how much you miss this around your best friends. While also enjoying dinner, you feel Bucky’s gaze on you every four minutes. Are you complaining? Not at all.

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When it’s almost midnight, they start getting ready to leave, retiring for the night. You’re not surprised that some of you get drunk. Clint and Natasha—oh these two. Tony gets drunk as well. As you’re ready to leave Bucky’s place, you suddenly need to use a restroom. You look at Steve, who has his arms around a drunk Natasha.

“I’m sorry but I’ll be quick, I just need to use a restroom,” you tell Steve. “You may wait for me in the parking lot.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, assuring him. “Tell Bucky as well.”

With that, you make your way to the restroom quickly. After using the restroom, you wash your hands before you exit the restroom. Before you make your way to the elevator, you stop when something grabs your attention. You gaze at the room, which the door is slightly open—enough for you to see the inside of it.

You observe your surroundings and realize that Bucky is in the kitchen, probably cleaning the dishes, you swallow hard before you walk over to the room. You didn’t mean to intrude but there’s a part of you that want to see this room and look at it for yourself. You quietly push the door open, you enter and realize it’s his study room.

His study room is quite huge. High ceilings, the walls are painted a soothing shade of gray, the wide desk itself is made of sturdy wood–painted gray, behind his office desk are wide bookshelves, you remember how much he loves to read different genres of books, there’s also an electric fireplace nearby, two gray sofas with a table between, and lastly, a few pictures in frames and the others are in wall collage form.

Walking over to the pictures, you look at them and realize it’s his pictures from when he was still a baby and a boy, obviously, his parents took them. He also has a picture of himself wearing a graduation toga and hat, and you smile at that. You then move your gaze toward the wall collage. The pictures consist of your group of friends, you were still in that pictures, and all of you were still young. Until now all of you are still acting like kids, well sometimes, but Tony is the most who acts like one.

As you look at the other pictures, you then spot yourself in several pictures. You easily recognize the first picture, you were playing piano in Tony’s old house where all of you had a first sleepover. The second picture is of you passed out in a bathtub after you got drunk at Clint’s party. The third picture is of you and Bucky, gazes locked with each other while your pinky fingers were hooked to each other. The fourth picture is of you and Bucky kissing upside-down as Bucky was sitting in the grocery cart and you were behind. The fifth picture of you was sleeping naked with a blanket covering your ass as you laid on your stomach, and there was also a picture of Bucky sleeping naked as well, a blanket covering his bottom as well but still enough to see his cock under of it and his v-line since the blanket was thin.

You realize the pictures were mostly of you and you and Bucky together. You are struck by the realization that these pictures weren’t just of you, they were a reflection of how Bucky saw you. The way he captured your smile, the curve of your neck, the way your hair fell across your face - it is all so familiar. In these pictures, you can see how much you’ve grown and how much you’ve changed since you first met. The way his smile reached his eyes, the curve of his arm around my waist, the way he looked at you with such intensity - all of it captures the essence of our love.

You hear footsteps behind you, causing you to jump a little, you turn around and see Bucky walking in.

“I’m sorry, I just used a comfort room,” you apologize sincerely. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

He shakes his head. “You’re not.”

You look at him for a moment before you slowly nod and turn to look at the pictures again.

“You never throw them away,” you say. “The pictures of the two of us, I mean. You still have them even though we ended things between us.”

Bucky stands beside you, looking at the pictures as well. “Even though our relationship might be over, the memories captured in those pictures are a part of my past and a reminder of the love that once existed. So, throwing them away feels like erasing a part of myself. Those pictures are a testament to the happiness we shared and the moments we created together, and I just can't bring myself to let go of that history and those memories.”

Hearing those words, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and sadness. It's never easy to let go of a relationship and the memories that come with it, especially when they're captured in physical form. You can understand Bucky's hesitation to throw away those pictures - they represent a time in your life that was filled with love and happiness.

Before you can say anything else, your phone rings in your pocket, interrupting you and Bucky.

You fish out your phone and see Steve’s name on the caller ID. You swipe to answer.

Before he can talk, you interrupt him. “Steve, you may go now. I’ll just take a cab.”

“Is there something wrong?” he asks worriedly.

“Y-Yeah, kinda,” you answer hesitantly. “It’s hard to explain, but I’ll be fine. Just take Natasha home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you assure him. “Take care.”

“Take care,”

With that, you end the call, looking at the pictures again for a moment. There’s a silence between you for a moment before Bucky clears his throat.

“Why did you return?” Bucky asks plainly. There’s no venom in his voice, just out of curiosity.

“Will you believe me if I tell you?”

“I always believe in you,” he looks at you sincerely.

You swallow hard, facing him and meeting his dazzling eyes. “My mom…before my mom died, she made up to me. She fixed everything between us and she saw how life can be miserable without our freedom. Before she died in the hospital, we had our last conversation. She finally set me free as she encouraged me to go back and if there’s still to win, I will win it back. So, I did. I did return for…you.”

“So all of my waitings for you are worth it then,” he mumbles as he rubs his face with his hands but you still hear those words.

“You waited for me?” you ask despite you already knew that from Natasha.

He looks down at the floor before meeting your gaze—your (e/c) eyes. “Yeah, I still waited for you even though it’s impossible for you to return. Despite the pain eating my broken heart, I still faced everything without you. As I stand here, looking at the pictures and replaying our memories in my head, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. It's been years since we’ve spoken, but my heart still aches for you. Despite the pain and hurt we caused each other, I can't deny that I still love you.”

As he cries, you didn’t dare to stop yourself from stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him. You rub his back comfortingly, your tears start coming out as well, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you back and pulling you closer despite there’s no space between you. At that moment, nothing else matters - it’s just the two of you, holding onto each other tightly. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it’s like time has stopped. All the pain and hurt you caused each other seems to melt away, and you’re left with nothing but the love I have for him.

As you finally pull away, he can see the tears in your eyes so he reaches up to touch your soft cheeks and wipe the tears away with his thumb. You lean into his touch, cupping his cheeks and pressing your forehead against his.

“I…I still love you, James, I really do,” you confess as you cry. “I know we've been apart for so long, but I can’t shake this feeling—my heart still belongs to you. Even after everything that's happened, I still love you.”

As you finish those words, Bucky didn’t hesitate to put his lips against yours and kisses you with so much passion. You kiss him back and your lips sync. His kisses are still the same, and you miss this so much. No matter how you tried to let go of all of these feelings when you were still in London, his kisses will always remind you that you are only his. At that moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is the two of you. The memories of the past and the hopes for the future come flooding back, and it's as if no time has passed at all. You remember why you fell in love with this person in the first place and all of the reasons why you’ve never been able to let go of these feelings.

The two of you pull away to catch your breaths and he presses his forehead against yours again.

“I would rather you hurt my feelings or break my heart than feel nothing at all,” he whispers softly.

“And if we return from the past, I would rather be your whore than be someone else’s lover,” you whisper back.

He smirks before kissing you again and this time it has lust in between your kisses. Bucky pulls away, causing you to groan, he takes your hand and together you make your way to his bedroom.

You kiss as you slowly remove all of your clothes, once your clothes are discarded on the floor, you didn’t waste time pulling Bucky down with you on the bed and his lips find your neck, kissing and sucking them at the same time.

As the two of you intertwine in a tender embrace, the world around you fades away. All that mattered is the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other, the rhythm of your breathing in sync as you move together in a dance of passion. Every touch is electric, every kiss a symphony of desire. You explore each other’s bodies with a sense of reverence as if each moment is a precious gift to cherish and savor.

As you surrender to the intensity of your love, time seems to stand still. There are no worries, no fears, no doubts—only the purest expression of your love for each other. At that moment, they are no longer two separate beings, but a single entity bound by the raw power of your passion. The two of you are lost in a sea of sensation, a world of your own making where only your love exists.

And as you reach the pinnacle of your pleasure, you know that this is just the beginning of a journey that will last a lifetime. You will continue to explore each other, learn each other's secrets, and grow and evolve together.

For in that moment, you have found a love that transcended all boundaries and limitations, a love that is pure and true and everlasting. And you know that no matter what the future holds, you will always have each other, and that is enough.

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deadqueerboys · 1 year

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M/n: There's a difference, i swear. Like, Maarc..

M/n: See? Easy to moan. BUT, J-jake.. looks as a slut, and he likes that. Still, S-s..teven, is the best opition.

Khonshu: ...cool? I didn't even know that you could see me, are you okay, human?

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bluebirdsboi · 10 months

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The New Guy | Clint Barton x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Requested by Anon: clint barton x male reader: when clint meets y/n, tony’s new secretary, he’s immediate in showing his interest in the younger male. Clint is bold with his flirting and touching, and it seems to work. The only problem is how protective tony and the other avengers are, since they know how clint is. Some time later, after a team meeting, y/n pulls clint into a closet, to show much he likes him

Paring: Clint Barton x Male Reader

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Sexual acts

Word Count: 888

Requests are open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

It seemed to be another average day of trying to keep up with Tony around the Avenger’s Tower. As his personal secretary, you often work on site with him, even having your own workspace in the tower just a little ways away from Tony’s.

You had just finished a long work session and dropped off the paperwork that Tony had asked for earlier, so you rightfully deserved a break. You made your way to the kitchen area for a snack, and while reaching, you accidentally knocked over an adjacent item. Not reacting fast enough, you were prepared to reach down to retrieve it; however, the arm of an unknown person caught it for you.

Turning to see who had just helped you, you were faced with none other than Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. “Oh, um, you must be Hawkeye.” a startled laugh made its way through your sentence, still in a minor state of shock. “And you, sir, must be the new resident pretty boy.” Clint returned the fallen item to its place before leaning against the counter and looking at you with a small tilt of his head. “And please, call me Clint.”

You were somewhat taken aback by his comment, calling you pretty, but it didn’t show much on your face. “So tell me, what’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this, huh?” His question had an air of playfulness and was accompanied by a quick look up and down that you didn’t miss. “Well, I’m just here to help out Tony, y’know.” Picking up on the subtle tension, you crossed your arms in front of your chest in a way that slightly flexed your biceps. “So I’ve heard.” A small smile tugged at both of your lips, a subdued mischievous energy surging in the space between you two as you held eye contact. Your focus was broken by Tony clearing his throat. “There he is, my favorite (favourite) assistant. Can I see you for a sec? It’s important.” With that, you said your goodbyes to Clint, with his eyes following you as you walked off. “Barton.” Tony snapped Clint out of the daze you had him in before making the gesture to say that he was watching him.

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The so-called game of cat and mouse pressed on for weeks after meeting each other, and the intensity of Clint’s flirting only increased as time went by. It started out with cute nicknames and small innocent touches here and there, but eventually moved to gestures such as him squeezing your arm. It made you fall deeper and deeper each time, and it didn’t help that he would always check you out every time you talked to each other.

The most recent time was what pushed you over the edge. You were in the kitchen yet again when a familiar pair of arms found their way around you from behind. “There’s the pretty boy.” You playfully pushed his arms off of you before turning around with a smile. “Hey, Clint.” A flustered laugh always decorated your response to his pet names. The conversation continued almost effortlessly, both of you hanging on to each other’s every word. As your interaction flowed, Clint’s hand found its way onto your hip when he started, “Hey, I was gonna ask-” “Clint, meeting. Time to go.” He was interrupted by Natasha collecting him for a meeting they had talked about the other day. “Yeah, coming.” Clint closed his eyes and dropped his head with a smile as he responded. “We’ll talk later.” He whispered with a wink before joining his friend.

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While you were working in your office, what Clint said earlier nagged at your brain. You weren’t naïve, so you had an idea of what he wanted to say.

By the time the Avengers’ meeting ended, you finished your work session and went to find Clint, so you could continue your little exchange from before. You spotted each other as he was walking, to which you nodded your head toward your office.

He soon caught up behind you, and you grabbed him by the collar to pull him inside. “Woah, uhhh...” Clint was caught off guard by your apparent eagerness to continue your discussion. “So about earlier.” Your hand left his shirt, but there was still a lack of distance between you two. “Yeah, about that. I was just gonna say you’re a great guy... and uh... I’d wanna-” His words fell to a whisper as his sentence went on, eventually cutting him off with a kiss as both of you slowly closed the distance between each other. A heated passion overtook the both of you as your arms found themselves around his neck and his around your waist. The craving for each other only grew as Clint licked your bottom lip and soon made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. An overflow of desire seemed to possess you, prompting you to kiss down his jawline and to his neck. “Ahh... wait. What if... what if someone... comes in?” Breathy moans escaped between words as you attacked the sensitivity of his sweet spot. You leaned over to the door to lock it with raised eyebrows. “Relax, okay?” You gently pushed Clint against the wall so you could have your full attention on each other.

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