#avengers x male smut

[siriusblacksbxtch]

heyy saw ur requests were open and wondering if u could do a hate fuck smut with loki? could include degradation, impact play, overstimulation, teasing, (if ur comfortable ofc) and bottom male reader, top loki! thanks so much if u end up doing this hope ur doing okay🫶🫶💗💗

A/N: thank you so much! :) sorry this took forever

Pairings: Loki x male!reaader

Warnings: Nastayyyyy

You hated him really you did, glaring him down from the other side of your apartment where you had graciously allowed him to stay. In his stupid godly outfit, his own glare trained on you as you stood across the room.

“What?” You snapped finally, the god chuckling in return.

“Watch your tone.”

“I’m not the one sitting on my ass whining about how you can’t take over the world again. Newsflash, you are literally a god!”

“And what about you staying locked away with me listening to my every command?” He hummed as your face flushed red, trying to walk past only for his hand to claps around your jaw. “My little whore, then?”

You pushed him back roughly, only landing yourself pressed against the wall with your hands beside your head.

“Like you said, love. I am a god.” Loki’s lips went to your neck as he slid his knee between your legs, moving his hips to draw the whiny moans from you that he loved.

He smashed his lips to yours, increasing the pace of his hips as your teeth clattered against each others.

“Not so brave now, hm?”

Suddenly his hands were laced through your (h/c) hair pulling you down roughly to your knees.

“Kneel,” he gave a wicked smirk, a glare on your face from where you were.

“You’re such an asshole,” you seethed.

“That’s what you love isn’t it?” Loki pulled you from your knees ripping your shirt off before backing you on to your bed and flipping you over. “You love it when I’m rough with you.”

You hissed through your teeth at the sharp smack on your ass, feeling the god pull down your pants. Another smack immediately following, a low chuckle escaping Loki at the moan that fell past your lips.

“You’re such a good boy, (Y/N).”

“Oh, fuck off— oh!” The curses fell on your tongue as Loki roughly entered you, loud moans falling from your mouth as he thrusted in and out, pinning your face to the sheets with one hand while the other took your hands behind your back.

“What was that love?” He hummed over the sounds of your moans, moving impossibly faster as you grew louder. “Care to try again?”

You ignored him feeling the way he filled you, your body hot as he easily moved in and out, his strong grip on your wrist being the only thing keeping you steady.

Suddenly he stopped, a low whine escaping your lips

“Loki, please,” you whined again trying to move back against him. “Please.”

“Tsk tsk. Calling me all sorts of nasty things and now you’re the one whining.”

You huffed at his low laugh, feeling the way his fingers traced your back.

“Beg.”

“Please, Loki. Please, keep going I need you.”

You grunted in surprise when he smack your ass again, much harder than before, you could feel the handprint forming as he did it again, pulling you back by your hair so his lips pressed to his ear.

“Watch your mouth from now on, love.”

A loud moan pulled from your lips as you felt him enter once again, only this time he held you by the throat. Every single noise you made hit the God’s ear like an urge to keep going, be rougher.

“You like it when I use you like your mine?”

You could only make noises of agreement, digging your nails into Loki’s wrists.

“You’re mine aren’t you?” He all but growled as you struggled to nod your head. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you panted out as a string of moans filled your apartment. “I’m all yours Loki.”

You felt your own release spill to your legs, while you could feel Loki’s inside of you, one last drawn out sigh escaping as he finally pulled out.

“You should be a brat more often,” he gave you a boyish grin, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You should be a disappointment more often.”

And by the look on his face, you knew you made a mistake when he pulled you onto him once again.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

A Loving Husband

🍓A/n🍓 → Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I know I’ve been gone for a long time. I will be graduating soon! So, now I’ll have time to complete some work! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic.

⚡Pairing(s)⚡→ Alpha Thor Odinson x Omega Male Reader ⚡Rating⚡→ Explicit ⚡Request⚡→ Yes ⚠Warnings⚠→ Top Thor Odinson, bottom omega male reader, omegaverse, praise kink, slight spanking, blowjob (M! Reader receiving, biting, anal sex, cockring, overstimulation, and breeding kink

Word Count → 1.5k

Summary: Your heat came in full force, and your mate/husband, Thor Odinson knows what to do.

Read Before Continuing → If you are younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, DO NOT CONTINUE reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems!

You could only whine and groan in pain, heat coursed through your body as you gripped the sheets, sweat running down your forehead. Even though you were naked, it was still too hot. Your cock leaked precum, slick dripping, and gushing out of your ass. 

Stroking your cock was not enough. No matter how many times you orgasmed, the cum coating your chest was not enough. You needed your mate, your alpha to satisfy your desire. Just the thought of his muscular body and his musky alpha smell made you gush more precum and slick. You continued stroking your cock and fingering your ass at the thought.

Then the door opened and Thor walked into the room, he was instantly hit with the smell of his mate in heat. The God of Thunder could feel his cock beginning to become erect as he saw you withering, your body glistening with sweat, cock red, and throbbing, and your tight hole clenching and gushing slick. 

At the sight of your husband, you immediately presented yourself. You were turning around, getting on all fours, arching your back, and spreading your legs to give Thor a perfect view. 

“T-Thor… I-I need you.” You whimpered as you enticed your mate to mount and fuck you onto cloud nine.

“Love, why didn’t you call me?” Thor says as he approaches you, stripping his clothes off. 

Looking back, you could see Thor's muscular body, his defined abs and pecs being the most noticeable and those arms were to die for. Your cock throbbed more from the sight,  plus your mate’s musky smell was making you more submissive and horny. 

“I would’ve come right away if you had called me,” Thor says as he flips you over onto your back and starts kissing your neck slowly moving down to your crotch, giving small kisses and bites along the way.

You let the man continue his kisses until you felt Thor’s wet tongue licking your throbbing cock. The sensation was tingling as your sensitive cock was swallowed by the warmth of Thor’s mouth, the blonde man groaned as he gulped down your precum. 

Thor’s mouth was sucking and licking your cock, one hand massaging your swollen balls, and the other rimming your hole. Suddenly, you felt two of his fingers slowly pushing in. 

“Fuck…” Thor mumbled as his fingers were coated with your slick. A squelching sound echoed throughout the room, and the sounds of your whining and moans got louder. 

Clenching the sheets and toes curling in, you move one hand down to grip Thor’s head and start slamming into his mouth. You could hear him gagging on your cock and drooling as you thrust into his mouth.

As Thor drools on your cock, his fingers push deeper. Your chest heaves and your grip tightens, signaling your fifth orgasm. As you come down from your high, Thor pulls away, his breathing slows as he pulls his fingers out.

“W-why… d-did you stop?” You whine as you try to start stroking your arching cock only for Thor to smack your hand. He didn’t respond. His piercing blue eyes stared into yours as he licked his fingers clean of your slick. You could hear him moaning at the taste before he responded to your question.

“Because… I want to see you cum on my cock. Want to see you turn into a cock slut, you being the slutty omega that you are.” Thor growls as he moves over to the nearby nightstand and pulls out a cockring. You whine as he slowly puts it on your cock, preventing you from cumming.

His blue eyes stared into your e/c eyes before he pulled your body closer to his. The blonde man then moves his body between your legs, the missionary position, his favorite. You could feel his large cock rimming around your throbbing wet entrance.

“Are you ready?” Thor asks as his throbbing cock leaks precum, mixing with your slick. His chest heaves as he waits for his cock to be swallowed by the tight heat of your ass. You nod your head desperately, even pushing backward, trying to take Thor’s cock into your ass. 

You could feel the blunt head of the blonde man’s cock pushing past the muscle rim. As the pressure increases, your breath becomes shaky. Thor grips your hips as he tries not to hurt you. The pressure ends when your rim gives in and you feel the swelling flesh of Thor’s cock sinking into you. 

The room becomes filled with the moans and groans of both men. Thor stops momentarily, but you give him the consent to continue pushing deeper. “T-Thor… s-so deep inside me!” You moan as the air leaves your lungs. Your sobs of pleasure fill the room as Thor hilts inside you, your ass squeezing and spasming around the blonde man’s thick cock. 

“Fuck… even though I’ve stretched this tight ass, you’re still tight as a virgin, boy.” Thor groans, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your hot ass tightening around him. You look at Thor with pure euphoria and satisfaction and with that “fuck me like a slut” look. 

Thor did not waste any more time, pulling halfway out before thrusting back into your ass. The loud squelching sound rang through the room. The blonde man was enchanted by your facial expressions as he stared down at you, your tear-stained and flustered face twisted with fulfillment. 

“So fucking tight… luckiest man in the world to have such a slutty husband.” Thor groans, his breathing becoming more labored, his thrust becoming firmer and faster. The God of Thunder’s cock is coated with your excess slick – so much that with each thrust, slick spills down your crack. He could feel your hands move to grope his ass.

“Fuck yeah… love it when you grope my ass,” Thor said, hoarse and low as he continues fucking your ass. He looks down to see your cock– all red and throbbing. Suddenly, your moans got louder as you could feel Thor‘s cock slamming into your prostate. Thor notices and makes sure to angle himself to keep hitting that spot. 

“T-Thor! Please… please! I need to cum!” You whine and cry. You needed to cum, your body was overwhelmed with too much pleasure. The cockring was doing its job perfectly, preventing you from having another orgasm. However, the overstimulation was too much and Thor debated what to do. 

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” Thor says as he removes the cockring, giving you a chance. It did not take more than one thrust before you came. 

Your loud moan echoed throughout the tower, white cum spraying all over your chest, some even landing on your face. Thor groans at the sight, seeing you coated with cum.

“Fuck… I’m close!” *Thor growls as his thrust gets sloppier and slower. You took that opportunity to clench around him— trying to milk his large cock of all its potent cum, causing the blonde man’s panting to become more intense. 

“Fuck!” Thor moaned as he gave one final thrust. You grabbed Thor’s ass cheeks to push him deeper, causing you both to give out loud moans. The feeling of Thor’s cum flooding your asshole was euphoric as his sticky load painted your insides. 

Both of you panting, Thor’s body collapsing onto yours, his cock now flaccid. You could hear him panting in your ears as he slowly pulled out with a loud gushing sound. He groans at the sight of his cum oozing out of your gaping ass and he rolls over to lay next to you.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” Thor says as he kisses your cheek. As his hand moves down over your stomach, he can only imagine seeing his spawn growing inside you.

You whine happily,  but you aren’t done yet. Your hand snakes down to Thor’s crotch and starts stroking the blonde man’s cock. The man groans as you stroke his cock back to an erect position.

“I’m still in heat. Ready for round two?” You groan as you reposition yourself on his lap. 

Unbeknownst to you both, someone was watching stroking his cock to the sight. “God fucking damn…” the stranger groans as he pinches his nipples.

THE END!

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Thank you, my proofreaders: @sagethegaywitch and @mattey-stu

[havensins]

may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))

ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)

i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.

he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.

it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.

even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.

and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.

his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.

he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.

“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.

miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.

you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.

[thealtoduck]

Greedy (Pt 2): The Morning After

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, friends with benefits, anal sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum-in-ass, mention of breeding, sex on balcony, one of your neighbours watches from his kitchen and jerks off to it (with your and Peter’s consent, of course)…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: It’s the morning after you fucked Peter senseless and you see another oppurtunity have fun on the balcony but end up being seen by your neighbour, Mr Smith…

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When Peter woke up the next morning still in your parent’s bed, he noticed you weren’t in his arms, you weren’t even in bed and up looking around until he spotted you. The doors to the balcony stood open and there you were completely butt naked in the early morning sun.

Peter was lucky he healed fast from his powers after how rough you’d been with him last night. He stood up from the bed and walked towards you. You were leaning against the balcony railing, breathing in some fresh air as you heard Peter speak up.

”Y/n, you’re naked, come back inside someone might see you” Peter said. ”It’s six on a Sunday morning, Peter” you stated simply. Turning back to see Peter’s also naked body waiting inside. ”Join me?” you suggested lightly. Peter thought for a moment before he shyly stepped out on the balcony next to you.

It was weird feeling a slight breeze against his manhood as it hung out in the open, for everybody looking at the balcony to see. Though there weren’t any people to actually see, the early weekend morning left the suburbs silent as the dead of night. Not even the birds were awake to chirp.

”Bit disappointed you can walk today” you said, ”Maybe I should’ve been rougher with you”. ”No you were good, I just… heal quickly” Peter said hoping you wouldn’t take the hint that he actually does ”heal quickly”. You didn’t pick up on the hidden message and continued looking out over the other houses and yards.

Peter glanced at you, your naked form mixed with your complete nonchalance of the idea of people seeing it stirred up something in him. ”Tell me if you want me to stop” Peter said standing himself beside you before groping your right ass cheek in his hand.

You let out a small gasp at Peter’s action but didn’t say anything and let him continue, Peter stood himself behind you and squeezed the globes of your ass playfully. ”How does it feel?” he whispered in to your ear.

”Nice, continue” you let out softly. Peter placed kisses on the crook of your neck and worked his hands over your body. You felt your manhood harden at Peter’s touch and the feeling of his cock grazing against your ass.

Peter felt daring. He trailed a hand down your back to your butt, he felt his way down to your tight hole, running a teasing finger against it making you let out a needy little sound. Peter regonised that sound from you, it meant you wanted to be taken then and there.

”Out here… on the balcony, really?” Peter asked amused.

You shrugged with a small smirk on your lips. ”A guy wants what he wants” you said, bending over the balcony railing slightly, pushing your ass out to Peter, showing you were ready for whatever he wanted to do to you.

”Wait here a sec” Peter said, going back inside, he went to the bedside table and got the bottle of lube from last night. When he walked back to the balcony, you were just as he left you, obidiently waiting for his return.

Peter spread lube on some his fingers and asked politely ”Can I start?”. You turned your head slightly, a genuine smile on your face. ”Go ahead” you said invitingly, widening your stance slightly.

Peter started teasing a finger over you hole, before slowly pushing a finger into your enterance. Despite you being rather ”experienced” with other men you always felt just as tight everytime to Peter.

He added another finger inside you, as you let out quiet moans into the open air, looking out over the neighbourhood. Once Peter added a third finger, he could tell you were getting needy for his cock. You were hard as rock when Peter stroked your dick.

You were really getting a kick out of being outside for everyone to see (if they were actually awake). ”Peter, I’m ready-fuck, please just take me” you said as Peter placed kisses on your shoulder. He wasn’t used to you sounding like this, but he liked it.

Hearing the most popular, most wanted, most sexy guy at Midtown as good as beg for his cock made him feel good. Peter felt like he imagined jocks in 80s movies felt. He lubed his cock and lined himself up with your enterance and decided to tease you a bit, poking your hole slightly with his tip.

”You want it?” Peter teased slightly, kneading your ass proudly in his hand. ”You know I do” you said readily. Peter smiled and slowly started pushing his thick cock past your enterance, slowly insterting himself in you.

”Fuck” you swore at you ass slowly opened to accomadate Peter’s size, it was like he got bigger for everytime you bottomed for him. Peter bit his lip cockily as he watched his shaft disappear into your tight hole.

The way you gripped the railing hard while bent forward like that was almost to make Peter cum on the spot but he knew he needed to give you a nice long fuck.

Once Peter was fully stuffed inside you, you breathed heavily while getting used to his size. ”Fuck, yeah” you swore quietly to yourself, Peter put his hands on your hips readying himself for when you wanted him to start moving again.

After a while, you had been spread out to accomadate Peter’s swollen cock. You uttered a quiet ”Ready”, Peter slowly started pulling out of you before once again pushing in, setting a slow pace for the two of you to begin with.

You moaned quietly as Peter continued to place loving kisses along your neck and back. The scent of you along with the warm gripping feeling of your hole around his cock, was almost enough to drive him mad.

”Oh yeah” Peter uttered, eyes closed in bliss as he slowly pushed into you once more. He was dragged out of his fantasy by the sound of your voice uttering ”Pervert” in a annoyed tone. ”What?” he said, opening his eyes, confused thinking he’d misheard you.

”We have an audience” you stated, nodding in the direction of the house left to the one across from the balcony. Peter immediately paused his movements into you and looked in that direction and saw through a window on the bottom floor.

There handsome man in his mid-to-late twenties, standing in his underwear with a coffee cup in hand looking out through his kitchen window, he had obviously just woken up, and had a rather dazed and confused expression as he had just caught the two of you and ”activities” out on the balcony.

”Oh shit!” Peter swore swiftly pulling out of you, covering his crotch with his hand and running back inside to the bedroom. He had expected you to come with him but you remained out on the balcony, gaze fixated upon the man in the window.

”Y/n, come back inside! He saw us!” Peter panicked. But you remained on the balcony as unbothered as ever. The attractive man was still meeting your eyes. You knew him as Mr Smith, you couldn’t remember his first name, he hadn’t moved in too long ago, living in the house for maybe a month or two.

You noticed Mr Smith’s briefs had grown tighter in the croth area revealing his morning wood. His confusion turned into a seductive smile and he brought a hand down to his crotch and palmed his dick through his tiny briefs. He had been enjoying what he saw.

You bit your lower lip looking at the man, scanning his bidy, you didn’t know he was THAT well trained and you hadn’t noticed how good looking he really was until now. Maybe it’d be fun giving him a little show for him to ”enjoy” himself.

You moved a hand down to your dick and started stroking yourself, to the enjoyment of you neighbour who continued playing with his clothed cock. You turned back to Peter who was looking at you stunned from the bedroom.

”Wanna give him a show?” you offered in your seductive tone almost like a cat’s purr to Peter’s ears. ”What?” Peter questioned confused, what you were suggesting was a new level of adventure for him.

He had lost his virginty to you, all of his sexual experiences had always been with you and you only… this felt completely new and foreign to him… and yet he felt really curious.

Peter slowly stepped back on to the balcony, covering himself with both his hands. He stood himself beside you. ”That’s Mr Smith” you informed him. Peter made eye contact with the attractive Mr Smith who looked intrigued at the two.

Peter removed a single hand from his crotch and gave Mr Smith a shy wave. Mr Smith returned it with a friendly smile. Peter removed his other hand revealing his full naked glory to the stranger who looked impressed at him.

Mr Smith then put away his cup of coffee and slowly pulled down his underwear revealing his own hung cock, to you and Peter. The man could tell by your expressions only that you were impressed with the size of him. He slowly started rubbing his hand over his big cock.

But he was waiting for the two of you to start with the real show for him to watch.

You postioned yourself as you had been, before the interruption. And Peter stood himself behind you and slowly started to re-insert himself into your warmth. Grabbing your hips once more as he started moving slowly in and out of your ass.

He gave a glance to Mr Smith, who had started jerking himself in satisfaction of the show you displayed for him. But Peter wanted to impress him even more than that, he wanted to show the neighbour how good he could fuck you.

Peter gave a sudden thrust forward, his pelvis meeting your ass with a slap of your skin meeting. You released a louder moan and you uttred a ”So big” to which gave Peter a sense of pride. He started speeding up his thrusts in to your hole.

Giving you a sense euphoria as Peter’s cock jabbed at your insides, in a steady but rough pace. You glanced at Mr Smith who was beating his meat to the sight, he was licking his lips as he looked up to the two of you on the balcony.

To Mr Smith it felt as if he was allowed to watch the intercourse between two olympian gods on Mount Olympus, so beautiful and sacred but also inviting, but yet so far and off limits.

You moaned loudly on the balcony as Peter pummled your hole without mercy, as if you were calling out to your neighbour. As if asking him to help you and Peter reach your climaxes.

Peter grabbed your shoulder with one hand and your waist with the other to position you just right for him to plow your as hard as he could. Fucking his cock right into you, his tip jabbing at your prostate wildly.

”Peter!” you called out through heavy breaths and loud moans. ”Yes, babe?” he said confidently, loving your struggling yet heavily pleasured voice. ”Breed me for Mr Smith to see” you said blissfully.

”Yes, sir” Peter obliged delightfully and delivered several feral thrusts into you. You felt your orgasm building up from Peter taking you like this, then you glanced over at your neighbour.

And the combination of Peter’s loving rough thrusts and Mr Smith’s face as he was getting close to cum sent you over the edge. You let out a growling moan as your dick sprayed cum like a hose, some on the railing, some on the balcony floor and some shooting into the backyard below.

Peter hearing your moan was unable to control himself as he planted himself inside you with a powerful last thrust and uttered a satisfied ”Fuck Y/n” as his cock then drenched your insides with floods of his white sticky seed. Which started leaking out of you before he even had the chance to pull out.

As you both came down from your highs, you looked to Mr Smith down in his kitchen, who seemed to have came, his cum had shoot so hard it stained some of the window. He had a satisfied look on his face and gave you both a thumbs up in ”Thank you” and ”Good job”.

You both waved teasingly back at him, and he disappeared out of your sight from the window. Peter finally pulled out of your battered hole, making cum seep out and run down your legs and drip down to the balcony floor.

”Can you help me back inside?” you asked in exhaustion, feeling your legs shaking. ”Of course” Peter said supporting you back inside, you laid down on your front on the bed, the remenants of the mess Peter had made of you still clearly visible, hole gaping wide, splashes of cum on your ass and legs.

Peter took a mental picture of his work, it was an image he would never wanted to let go, all of this and you were still stunning as ever.

”You need help cleaning up” Peter asked, back to his sweet normal self, with a hint of boyish pride in his voice. ”No” you said simply ”I wanna stay this way a bit longer”.

”Besides, you should get cleaned up, weren’t you meant to go helping your Aunt with that bake sale for charity” you reminded him. ”Right” Peter remembered ”Can I borrow your shower and a set of clothes?”

”Go for it” you confirmed as Peter went and cleaned himself up.

When he came back clean and changed, you were laying on your side still butt naked, but drying of Peter’s cum with a towel. ”I need to get going now to make the bus” he said, Peter came and gave you a goodbye hug and kiss on the cheek.

”See you tommorow” you said stroking his cheek playfully. You laid back down on the bed as Peter turned to leave. ”Oh! And Peter?!” you stopped him.

”Yeah?” he asked turning back to you. ”If you see Mr Smith, please tell him he can stop by here whenever he wants” you said in a playfull tone.

”Oh right” he said a bit awkwardly and left the room and made his way out of your house.

You wanted to invite Mr Smith over? Peter thought as a feeling suddenly blossomed up inside him, jealousy. That man couldn’t fuck you and make you cum better than he could.

Then there was another feeling… confusion… weren’t the two of you mutually exclusive. Peter had thought so, but the two of you had never put into words what your relationship actually was.

Couple? Friends with benefits?… Just benefits?

Had you been messing around with other people on the side through out your friendship? He thought to himself.

Peter was left with the same questions through out the day.

[captinamericashusband]

Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)

A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!

Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):

Juno

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex

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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night. 

Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.

Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.

The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’ 

As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.

After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.

“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.” 

“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck. 

Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. “We should fuck right now.” 

Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.

“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.” 

“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.

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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.

Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response. 

“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.

Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.

Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.

To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.

Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”

Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.” 

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”

Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.

“The what, Steve?”

“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”

An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”

Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended. 

Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.

Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this. 

The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air. 

“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled. 

As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests. 

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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve. 

Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.

“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter. 

As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”

“Juno?” Y/N responded.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”

Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth. 

“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.

“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.

Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.

FIN

A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!

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a forbidden fruit

summary: pietro eats something he shouldn't have pairing: pietro maximoff x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x pollen, blowjobs, unprotected sex a/n: part iv have fun do leave comments if u liked it

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Pietro dashed around the lot sixteen times to make sure no one was there. You rubbed your hands together for some heat against the chilling night. The grass crackled beneath your feet trying to chase after your partner. You ended up a panting mess next to him, your knees shaking. 

“So I was thinking, after this patrol maybe we could go out sometime?” he said, his breath unwavering. You gulped and tried to let out a word, your voice dry and coarse. You nod, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

“Can you focus?” you said, trying to open the door. He broke open the warehouse padlock with ease, vibrating at a pace that dislodged the gears that kept the lock secure. 

You slide the rusty door open into a dark room. Pietro used a flashlight to look into the path. The warehouse was small, almost the size of a barn, the floor a flat grey concrete, the walls tall and rusted. There were a few broken wooden crates scattered all over the floor, a metal table on the farthest left. 

Your partner zoomed into the room like a faint blue flare. He checked to see the contents of the crates, all seemed empty.  He sat on the metal table, a few newspapers sprawled out and a white dish used as a makeshift ashtray. 

“Look at this,” he pulled out a small ziplock bag filled with different sugar-coated candy like Skittles. He takes one out and puts it in his mouth, licking the sugar off his fingers. You took the bag from him, smelling the contents; sweet and fresh. “Want one?”

“You idiot! I don’t think this is candy,” you took the bag inside your pocket, Pietro smirking. “We have to send this to the lab.”

“It’s fine, fast metabolism remember?” he shrugged. 

The plane ride back to the compound was quiet. Pietro sat away from you and kept to himself, which was very unusual. He would always try to bother you while you flew the quinjet, always teasing and messing around, but right now he was slumped over to the side using his phone. 

You arrived at the compound a few hours later, the airdock marshalls taking over the jet. You asked other agents to rush to Dr. Cho’s lab to send the candy samples. “Pietro and I found this on patrol tonight,” you gave the pack to her assistants before they went on to test the samples. 

Your phone dinged to a message from Pietro. Meet me in the conference room at 4B ASAP. 

“Fine, I’m an idiot,” he said. “My dick has been so hard for the past five hours and I can’t make it go away!”

“Your what?” you looked at the tent in between his legs, his knuckles were pale white as he gripped onto his pants. “Well I knew it was a drug but I didn’t know it was that kind!”

“What are we gonna do?” he said, his silver-gray hair all tousled over his forehead. He zoomed around and around the room, a cobalt blur blew gusts of wind everywhere he went. He stopped in a corner, his legs shaking and his face flushed. 

“We?” you clamored. “How the fuck am I supposed to help?”

“I don’t know you’re smarter than me!” his eyes widened, his voice shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. He braced for another run but you held onto his arm. He shuddered, his skin was hot. 

“We should tell Dr. Cho,” you said. “Get you medicine or something.” 

“Absolutely not,” he pleaded. “It’s embarrassing,” his eyes wandered all over the room as if the answers were written on the walls. “We should deal with this the way it's intended.”

“Yeah, no,” you said before turning for the door. Pietro suddenly was in front of you blocking your exit. 

“Please draga—“ his lips were dead set. Pietro was an ill-tempered man, his demeanor was quick like his abilities, charismatic but also stubborn. You thought for a second, you’re helping a co-worker that’s all right?

“Well, how do we do it?” you said. He removed his jacket, and his blue shirt underneath. You marveled at his taut chest, the ridged cuts across his abdomen, and the two lines pointing down his sex. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t believe someone could look like that, like a Greek sculpture. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were warm against yours, his stubble pricking at your cheeks. Your hands find his chest for stability, snaking around his neck to pull him closer. His large arms circle around your waist, finding the hem of your pants and going through to your ass. 

He spun you around and pinned your hands above your head, using his other hand to pull your pants down. He smoothed his palms on the plump mounds before giving it a spank, leaving it a red blush. He practically rips his pants open, his thick cock hard and leaking. He spits on his free hand, using it to prepare you. 

“I’m gonna go in okay?” he said in a whimpering tone. You nod, your cheeks warm. He spits again to lube his cock before feeling the pressure on your hole. It was sharp for a bit, the pressure easing as he flushed himself in, the base of his cock hitting your ass. He stops for a second, relishing the heat from your body. “So tight—”

You grunted when he pulled out, only to thrust back in. He began to fuck you at a languid pace, the sensation soothing the tingly feeling Pietro got from the drug. He tried to go slower, to make sure you won’t get hurt but he couldn’t. As you tried to move your hips at the same beat of his body he started to—vibrate. 

You let out a gasp, you thought of the toy you had at home, the one you use thinking about him, but the speed and intensity could not rival him. Pietro let out a series of cusses in Sokovian, it sounded like he was pleading to a god. Your knees turned wobbly from his thrusts, his body vibrating at a pace that made your eyes roll back, your own sex hard and leaking in your trousers. 

“Pietro—fuck,” you moaned.

“I can’t control it, you’re too warm,” his words shaking. “And good,” He let go of your hands, shifting to your waist, he gripped so hard you knew it would bruise. He moved quicker, like a piledriver into you, it stung but the pleasure of hitting your prostate compensated. 

When gripping onto your waist wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around your body hugging you, and began to thrust into you harder, his silver hair plastered on his forehead wet. Your body tried to keep you up but your legs betrayed you. You fell down, his cock pulling out. “I can’t stand.”

He pulls you to the table nearby, propping you with your legs on his shoulders. He lines himself back into your hole driving back into his thrusts. The vibrating began again, shaking the table as he gripped it on its edge. You let out desperate cries, he tried to soothe you by kissing your lips, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “I’m close—” he cried out.

You nodded, the constant stimulation to your prostate was going to make you cum untouched. His thrusts became erratic, still a vibrating mess. Pietro stood up and you marveled at the glistening sight, his abdomen contracting and relaxing on each thrust, his head pulled back and his lids closed. 

And then the climax hit, cum shooting inside you in thick, your own release spewing on your belly. The vibration slows, Pietro a panting mess for once, a side of him you’ve never seen. He places a peck on your lips and mouths praises. 

“So about that date?”

[justice-maul]

Can I request Tom's peter parker x male reader

Peter hasn't seen his bf for a while and when they finally meet they try to have sex and make out but are getting interrupted by the avengers every single time. Getting Peter annoyed little by little until he finally reaches his limits and tells the avengers to leave them alone since he is going to get fucked by his bf and doesn't want any interruptions

With a breeding kink, eating out peters ass, playing with peters pecs, praising kink

Thanks :)

«Temptation» Tom!Peter Parker x Top Avenger Male Reader

Word count: 1,366

Author Note: thank you anon I love this request so far it’s one of my favs! English isn’t my first language!

WE WERE JUST AT 400 A FEW DAYS AGO AND NOW I HAVE NEAR 800 FOLLOWERS?!?! YALL ARE THE BEST I LITERALLY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH ❤️

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Peter, breeding, rim job, breast/pec play, nipple play, p in a, and of course, praise

It’s been so long since Peter has seen let alone touched his boyfriend, with the constant missions you two weren’t able to do anything together but finally, you two were both free and he was desperate to just feel you…

You two were in his room on the bed with Peter in your lap straddling your waist, his hands rested on your shoulders, your lips on his just as desperate to taste him as he was eager, you gently sucked his lip between your teeth, nipping at his bottom lip signaling him to open his mouth just enough for your tongue to slide into his warm wet mouth

But suddenly there’s a knock on the door and both of you are forced to pull away as Tony comes in to grab Peter for yet another time-consuming project, and it wasn’t the first time the Avengers had cock blocked both of you

Last week you were on top of him your hands trailed down his pants and felt up the fat of his ass as he let out a soft noise of pleasure in your mouth before Sam sent you a text to help him train. After a mission, Peter and you were desperate to feel each other as he palmed your cock but Steve sent out a message to all the Avengers for a long meeting

You can see that it was starting to get to Peter so one day as you two were on your couch in your bedroom you gently gripped his thigh moving your hand deeper in between as you began to kiss his neck in order to calm down his nerves, he let out a little whine as he’s been needy to just feel any sexual contact these past few weeks

Your lips gently sucked on his neck, pressing in hickeys to his skin as you began to leave light bites along his nape letting your teeth graze his skin causing him to let out louder noises but just as your hand moved to his pants one by one the avengers all came into the room

You saw Peter’s hands clench into fists as he watched all the Avengers swarm into your room and began to talk as if you two weren’t even there trying to spend time together alone and he couldn’t help but just snap, finally reaching his limit and stood up

“All of you, get out NOW!”

He yelled, it was unusual to see Peter yelling at anyone but it was clear he was pissed. “You have been bothering us all week can’t you leave for one day?!” He snapped and slowly the Avengers began to leave and he slammed the door shut behind them making it clear that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him

He let out a sigh of relief and turned back to you and you couldn’t help but just chuckle and you grab his waist pulling him in against your body and smashing your lips against his and soon you two were on the couch again making out, your hands snaked up his sweater lifting up right above his chest and began to gently grope his pecs

"Your body's so beautiful baby" You whispered against his lips causing him to shudder as your hands felt up his pecs gently squeezing and groping the fat, Peter was always incredibly sensitive and his chest was one of his weakest areas, especially his pink little buds

You pushed him against the couch getting in between his thighs as you began to grope his chest, feeling the supple skin against your fingers through his sweater was already driving you crazy and causing him to make the most pornographic noises only by you just you barely touching his chest

“Keep making those pretty noises for me sweetheart," you manhandled him on his knees with his ass raised in the air and removed both his pants and underwear, his sweater being the only piece of clothing left. He hid his face on the armrest as you grabbed handfuls of his cheeks

You waste no time in spreading his plump ass making his pink hole twitch as your breath fans over it jerking forward when you press your tongue flat against his rim and you began to take long strips along his hole making him whine pathetically which turned into a string of cusses as you pushed your tongue inside his slick heat

You can barely make out anything he was babbling but you continued to fuck his hole with your tongue, pulling back for a moment, you licked your own fingers, coating them in saliva before pushing two inside of his heat, your tongue joining them, spreading him open while enjoying the way he arched his back against your face

Your cock throbbed and harden between your legs, leaking precum into your boxers as it begged for attention when you finally were able to scissor and put three fingers inside him, is when you decided he was ready and pulled your fingers out of his cunt unbuckling your belt

When Peter saw you pull out your hardening length he felt a wave of nervousness and excitement coursing through him as you gently flipped him over on his back. Slowly, you began pushing into him inch by inch, “You're taking me in so well Peter, just relax for me baby, I’ll always take care of you,” you continued to praise him even as you bottomed out letting him adjust to your size

“I’m ready… you can start moving now…” he said nervously but you both knew when it came down to it he wasn’t shy about wanting your cock at all “Fuck, you feel so good,” you groaned feeling his tightness wrap around you, you began moving slowly inside of him his eyes locked in yours the entire time as you made love to him

“You’re so fucking beautiful Pete,” you added, your voice full of praise making him moan softly “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this…” Wordlessly, Peter pulled you into a passionate, heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth feeling your passion for him growing with each passing moment.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you continued to thrust into his sloppy hole. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sexy," you whispered against his lips making him whimper. "I can't get enough of you." You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with his. Peter’s brain turning to mush as he whispered “I love you” over and over again, against your lips

“I love you too baby, M���gonna fill you up so fucking good, gonna make you mine…” your voice thick with lust as you began to thrust harder and faster, slamming your body into his with each movement making him babble and moan loudly from your length dragging along his heat

“Come on baby, let me hear you scream,” you added with your eyes locked on his “Let me hear how much you want it.” He yelled out wordless moans, screaming for your cock so loudly there was no way the Avengers hadn’t heard you two now but neither of you cared at the moment

Your hips moved faster, fucking into him relentlessly “Gonna cum, gonna cum, f-fuck!” You felt him tighten around your hardness making you groan loudly as he screamed, your thrusts becoming sloppy as you both came together, feeling your cum gushing out of your cock filling him up, and his shooting out over his own stomach

“Feel so full…” he said breathlessly, you put a hand over his lower abdomen and pulled out, watching as his cum seeped out of his messy hole, “That was just what I needed,” he said panting and resting his head on the armrest as you chuckled and gently helped him to the shower to get you both cleaned up.

Let’s just say when you guys both came out of your room no one made eye contact and made sure to always ask you two if you were busy before bothering either of you, some of the Avengers made jokes about it (especially Tony) and every time they did Peter would groan and hide us head in his hands making you laugh

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[alabastersmutzz]

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

[g4yforethan]

impatient

pairing: pietro maximoff x male!reader

summary: a night alone at the avengers tower leaves pietro with a dangerous idea

warnings: cursing, top!pietro, bottom!reader

a/n: okay i'm back in my pietro era and now i need him so bad

many of the avengers had left on a mission which had left both you and pietro taking care of the avengers tower for the next few nights. most of the team knew that you and pietro had something going on and told you not to go too crazy. you were in your room on your laptop researching materials needed for the lab when you heard a knock on the door. "y/n please open. i'm bored!" you hear pietro's loud but cute voice across the door and quickly get up to open it. he had a white tank top on which had you staring at his massive biceps that he trained every day. "do you wanna do something or are you doing your homework?" he seemed annoyed. "well i was just doing some research but i can hang. what do you wanna do?"

"i was thinking we go through a marathon of all the friday the 13th movies. wanda said they're really scary." "yeah and wanda said that the notebook was a comedy but yeah sure i'm down." he smiled and put you on his back and in a second you both were in the living room. pietro went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks and sat down next to you on the couch. after finishing the first two movies, he could tell you were getting bored and turned off the tv. he turned to you and started massaging your thigh. "pietro what are you doing?" he had a devious look on his face. "it's just the two of us y/n. i could tell you were bored so i figured we do something more fun."

you looked down at his sweatpants and saw his huge boner poking out of it. you started to stroke his boner and he quickly pulled his pants down. you started to put your mouth and lips around his cock as he begged for you to put it inside. you obeyed and sucked on his dick. his moans filled the room as he tugged on your hair and forced you to swallow every inch of his cock. “good boy. keep on sucking it.” his heavy breathing turned you on even more. you continued to suck his dick before he told you to stop and turn around.

you unzipped your pants and positioned your ass facing him. he smacked your ass which caused a moan to leave your mouth. he teased your hole and licked it several times. he put one finger inside then two and then three. “do you like that baby boy? want me to fuck you?” “yes daddy please!” you begged for his dick to be inside of you and he listened. he took his dick and slowly entered your hole. he went slow at first all while his hands were on your waist for support. he soon started going at a faster pace. “fuck your hole feels so good.” he started going even faster and soon his hands were pulling your hair back as your back was arched while he pounded your hole.

"turn around baby." you obey and lay on your back. pietro lifts up your legs and re-enters your hole. he leaves kisses and marks all over your neck and chest and soon puts his hands on your neck. he goes even faster now kissing your feet and legs. "you taste so good." he says as his eyes are locked into yours. the increase of his cock pounding your hole had you gripping your hands into the couch as pietro took note of this and put his fingers in your mouth. you sucked on his fingers as he digged deeper into your hole. "baby i'm gonna cum."

"cum inside me." pietro moans as you feel his warm cum fill your hole. he rests his head on your chest slowly giving you kisses all over. "you felt so good baby." he kisses you on the lips. "well you were so impatient i guess i gave in." "i'm sorry my love but when it comes to you i get so crazy in my mind." you blush and grab his face and give him another kiss on his lips. he smiles at you and begins to fall asleep as you both hold each other.

[marrziy]

"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.

𝐏alavras: 2.8k

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.

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Hi, um idk if you’re in the mood to write this and you don’t have to if you don’t feel the energy to, but could I request a story where its Latino male reader x Loki?

Like where its smut and the plot is that the reader speaks Spanish everytime he and Loki “do it” just to tease and fluster Loki, and the reader always feels proud of himself.

But a few nights go by and Loki really wants to learn how to speak Spanish; not only because it can be a way to communicate with the reader better but to get back at him and remind him who’s in power. (So like a smut and power kink story basically). And Loki takes lessons from one of the readers’ family members (but they don’t tell the member the reason ofc)

And then when the night comes, and the reader and Loki are invited to come to this super fancy party with the Avengers, and the whole night, the reader decides to tease Loki discreetly and later, Loki can’t tolerate it any longer so they both teleport back to the tower, and blah blah blah they start to have steamy sex.

Loki then decides to tease him and starts whispering Spanish in his ear all seductively: and suddenly the reader gets all shy. And then they do it, and the end there’s the obvi aftercare, and they live happily ever after :)

(Idk if you do POC readers, but I’m asking bc I haven’t seen barely any that do. I know this was a lot and in detail so I deeply apologize for that. Again, you don’t have to do this cuz ik you have a busy life rn or u just don’t feel like doing it. Have a good morning/night! :D)

Right side of the bed

Loki Laufeyson x Latino Male Reader Smut

FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS

A/N : I am so sorry that I haven't gotten to this sooner, I've been giving excuses but Im finally getting on track with writing and here we are.

CW : (Kind of) Public sex, Magic use, Alcohol, Use of 'Sir'

"Focus, Carino."

You hummed, Looking down at Loki's disheveled state below you, tendrils of black hair sticking to his pale forehead, Mouth hung agape as your hips bounced on his.

"Love- slow do—ah~ slow down~"

Loki whined, Slender fingers holding your hips, though he begged he never stopped rutting into you, Tip grazing your prostate each time your body connected with his.

Grabbing one of his hands, you placed it on your lower abdomen, letting him feel as tip rutted near your stomach.

"Siente lo profundo que eres mi rey~"

You said, feeling your end draw near, your words failing you as you fucked yourself on Loki, Stroking your twitching length, White spurting from your head and onto Loki's stomach.

"Fuck, That felt amazing Carino."

You hummed into his ear, smiling as his pale skin became even more red than it had been, kissing his cheek before hopping off of him.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Amor, Feel free to join me~"

You said, your voice trailing away, Leaving Loki to clean up after himself, Stuck in his thoughts, Never understanding what you were saying, He felt so lost.

He needed to show who was in control.

But how? Thor didn't know anything, He wouldn't expect him to, And he wasn't going to ask any of the Avengers, Definitely not.

Who did he know, Who knew Spanish?

"Oh! Ohoho.. My prince is going to regret this."

Loki muttered under his breath, becoming quiet as he dressed himself, Contacting a certain someone Via. Your silly human devices.

"What are you doing, Amor?"

You asked, slinking over to your dresser and slipping pajamas on, Slyly revealing bits and pieces of yourself as you did.

"Oh nothing my prince, Just thinking."

Loki hummed, Placing the phone aside, opening up his arms to welcome you into them, hands hugging around your waist, his peachy lips kissing your forehead.

"You should rest, my love, You heroes are always so busy."

Loki hummed, rolling you over with him, spooning you in his tall figure, letting him bring a blanket over the two of you and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

It had been a few weeks since then, Being that you were busy, You hardly noticed Loki's absence from your shared flat.

As days went on as per usual, Tony had decided to throw a party in the Tower, Even though you had wished to rest in your flat, maybe go out to dinner with Loki, you had agreed, and Loki—Although Hesitantly—Agreed to go aswell.

The party consisted of most of the Avengers, and some people you didn't know that you assumed were invited by Tony, though you didn't care to engage with them either way.

"Whiskey, Please."

You said to the bartender, crossing a leg over the other, leaning into Loki's presence beside you.

"Make it two."

He hummed, the bartender nodding and pouring your drinks, passing them to you both before walking off to deal with other people at the bar.

"You're deep in thought, Carino, es lindo."

You said, looking at him smugly.

"Thinking of all the the things we could be doing if we weren't here."

"Me encantaría que me jodas sin sentido ahora mismo, amor."

You whispered in his ear, swirling the amber liquid in your glass before downing it, returning the glass to the bar, where the bartender poured it another round and shuffled off again.

"No me gustaría nada más que eso."

Loki hummed back, Eyeing your face as it contorted into shock, Standing from his seat and downing his drink, grasping your hand and weaving throughout the tower, finding one of the guest rooms, and hurrying inside.

Quickly shutting the door by pressing your back against it, he wasted no time locking the door and putting his hands on you, lips sloppily smashing with yours.

Tongues sliding against one another, the taste of alcohol still tingling on your tongue, tugging on Loki's suit, whining as he pulled away from you, clasping your wrists in one hand above your head.

"ah ah ah, Amor, I'm the one in charge, no olvides."

He hummed, pressing his knee between your legs, though using his free hand to keep your hips pinned to the wall, forcing you to take what friction he gave, his mouth closing in on your neck.

"You smell sweet, Mi amor, Delicious.."

He groaned, rolling his thigh against your groin, prompting a sweet sigh from your lips, your attempts to rut against him hopeless.

Magic tingled through your body, making it hot and on point, your body staying pinned as it was even without Loki's hands on you.

"You look adorable like that, Carino, aunque te ves mas lindo sin ropa."

And in a blink of an eye, he pulled off your blazer, tugging your tie off, then your shoes, and so on until you were bare, save for your button up and briefs, erection pressed against the stretchy fabric.

"Loki- ah~! We- we can't do this here.. someone will find us.."

You squirmed, body flushed as Loki sent waves of magic through your body with every touch he made, and you couldn't fight it.

"I wouldn't mind that, Darling, Someone seeing you get corrected for thinking you're in control."

Fingers danced around the hem of your briefs, slipping up your shirt and running over your nipples, thumb pads stroking the erect buds.

"No matter how many times I play with these, you never do seem to get used to it."

Loki sighed, the shocking waves of pain and pleasure forcing your back off the door as he pinched the bud.

"Let's take this to the bed, Shall we, Carino?"

He hummed, hand guiding your movements to lay on the bed, body shaking with anticipation, Precum spilling out of your cock head and staining into your briefs.

"Darling, You're making a mess, Let's clean that up, Shall we?"

Kneeling down on the bed, he pulled your briefs off tantalizingly slow, his smirk becoming wider—if possible—as your cock slipped free of it's constraints, twitching as it was met with cold air.

"Loki... "

"Shhh... amor, don't speak unless spoken to, understand?"

"Y- Yes sir..."

"Ooh.. sir? I like that name."

Loki hummed, the tip of his index finger teasing the slit of your cock, trailing down your length before pulling away, leaving you to whine in his absence.

"Now, tell me my prince, what would you like me to do?"

"Fuck me... Please.."

You whimpered, arms straining with a need to hold Loki, as if you feared he might up and leave just to toy with you.

"como quieras, mi amor."

In swift movements, Loki threw tossed his blazer off, rolling the sleeves of his button up to his upper arm, Unbuttoning his black dress pants and pushing down his briefs, his dick presenting itself eagerly.

Sitting on his shins, one hand slipped underneath your knee, holding your leg up, the other guiding his cock to slip inside of you, eyes trailing up to yours with a gentle smile before pushing in, causing your breath to thin.

"Ooo... Fuck-"

"No, Talking, Carino, Break the rules again and I'll have to punish you."

"Yes- Yes sir.."

"Good."

He hummed, hugging his arm around your thigh and pulling your ass to connect with his hips, your leg resting over his shoulder while the other one sat beside his thigh.

"Te sientes tan caliente por dentro, My prince."

He sighed, running a free hand over your stomach, Magic seeping out of you as you found your hands no longer stuck to the bed, instantly clinging around Loki's neck, Smashing your lips together as his hips began to rock into you.

"Shit... You feel amazing."

He moaned, pressing his forehead to yours, nearly folding you in half as he fucked you, heat building with each thrust, sweat beading on your bodies.

"Speak to me, Darling, I want to hear you."

He groaned, tip grazing your prostate, rutting against it each time.

"You feel so good Loki~! Fu—ck.."

You whined, Your spine arching off the bed, the crown of your head pushing into the mattress, your insides felt like they were melting as you both chased your climax.

"I could say the same, darling, you fe-ah.. you feel wonderful.."

He whined, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, threatening to burst.

"I'm gonna cum.. ah... Loki- "

You whimpered, your cock spilling out precum as it rutted against your stomach, the friction bringing you closer until your body halted, taking your breath away as white spurted from your slit, spilling on your stomach.

It didn't take long for Loki to finish himself, pulling out and cumming between your legs, panting as you both came off your high, hair sticking to your faces.

"That was... Exhilarating."

Loki sighed, wiping his forehead before whipping his head around the room, locating a bathroom and rushing off to wet a rag, coming back looking refreshed, pants buttoned and all.

"Come here darling, let me clean you up."

A/N : Hope you guys all liked this!!! I hope it came out to your liking Anon!!!! I tried my best to not drag on everything but keep everything true to the plot so 🫶

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Peter's New Obsession

🕷Pairing(s)🕷→ Peter Parker x male reader ⚠CW⚠→ throat-fucking, public blowjob, exhibitionist, constant blowjobs, ass rimming, Peter has an 8-inch cock, and Peter just loves getting head to the point that’s all he wants. 🕷Requested🕷→Yes 🕷Rating🕷→ Explicit

🕷Word Count🕷→ 738

🕷Summary🕷→Blowjobs are all he has wanted since you gave him head. He doesn’t care if it's in public, he wants it. Blowjobs are Peter’s new obsession.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Blowjobs are Peter’s new obsession. 

Ever since you gave him a blowjob during your dates, he’s been obsessed. Your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, tightening around his cock. He likes grabbing your hair and proceeding to throat-fuck you, eyes rolling back before he cums down your throat.

After that day, he often asks for a quickie. It does not matter if it's in his room, in public, or at another friend's house; he wants it. 

That’s how it leads to the situation you’re in. 

xxx

Both of you were currently inside a bathroom stall, Peter is sitting on the toilet seat with you on your knees, eagerly pulling down the man’s pants and underwear. The sight of Peter’s cock never fails to amaze you. It was massive, around 8’ inches, with the perfect amount of thickness, and heavy balls filled with delicious cum. 

It was already throbbing and oozing with precum– this always happens whenever you two engage in exhibitionism. A thrill rushes through your veins at the feeling of giving head in public and getting caught.

If someone walks into the bathroom and sees more than one set of legs inside the stall, and hears the sound of slobbering, gagging, and moans coming from the stall, they’ll know exactly what was going on.

Peter moans softly as your hot breath breezes against his throbbing cock. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you, seeing your signature grin and smiling up at him as you stroke his cock. His eyes roll back as your thumb stirs around his cockhead, gathering the beads of precum and lathering his cock.

Your thoughts were clouded by the overwhelming scent of Peter’s cock musk. It was a pleasant smell mixed with a manly musk. You pressed your face to the source of Peter’s scent and began flicking his balls with your tongue; the man’s sack felt heavy in your mouth.

Peter groans as he feels his balls being licked and sucked on. His breathing became heavier as he felt your tongue moving down; he just couldn’t hold back. His moans echoed through the bathroom as your tongue licked around his hole. Your hands stroke Peter’s cock faster, feeling the large piece of meat throbbing in your hands. You gave one last lick before pulling back, giving Peter that knowing look. Peter knows what’s gonna happen next.

You started sucking the precum straight from the tip, as Peter buried his hand into your hair. Your tongue rolled around, lapping at the undersides of Peter’s cock. After lathering the man’s cock with your slobber, you began taking Peter’s cock into your mouth.

Peter groans as you take him down to his base. His breathing hitches as the warmth of your mouth surrounds his large appendage. You pull down your pants and underwear, your aching cock leaking precum as you start stroking it while sucking Peter.

Tears begin forming around your eyes as Peter starts thrusting slowly into your mouth. Peter looks down to see your teary face causing him to groan softly. You could feel his balls tightening, breathing getting heavier before he gripped your head and pushed your head down to his pubic hair.

Your moans were muffled as jets of cum squirted into your mouth and down your throat. Peter was moaning wildly as more of his thick cum gushed out. At the same time, your cock painted the bathroom with cum.

You pull back after almost suffocating from the amount of cum down your throat, grinning devilishly at Peter, licking any remaining cum off his cock and around your lips.

It was then you both heard a knock on the stall door.

THE END

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A/N: Hello, my strawberries! I’m back after being sick for a week or two. Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate! Special thanks to my proofreader: @sagethegaywitch

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[havensins]

I just got back from watching spiderman across the spiderverse!!

miguel trying to be all dominant w reader because he's used to being in charge, but he immediately gets all submissive and in subspace with reader. Maybe he has a praise kink?

–🐈‍⬛

it was sooo good!

and i love this. literally anything to do with subs going into subspace automatically has me hooked bc it’s such a wonderful thing.

but no literally, the both of you get into a relationship and he attempts to be so domineering. it’s cute, honestly. and you don’t even have to be taller than him or anything, you glance at him and it’s something about the way you look at him in disappointment has him reeling and wanting your attention back so he can prove he can be good.

the moment of vulnerability has him shaken up because he’s not use to being that out of control & genuinely feeling nice about it.

it happens another time. and truly, you meant the two words yo be a joke until you see how his body froze up nearly immediately. he’s been productive and told you about his day and everything he managed to get done, and you absentmindedly call him a ‘good boy’ and he just freezes.

another time would be when the both of you are… invested in each other. laying back comfortably, and you turn to kiss him gently. the kiss turns into something more, something deeper. you’re pressing him back into the sheets, and he tries to regain some of his slipping control but it doesn’t work at all.

with somewhat of a growl, you’re pushing him back down by his forearms and he just fuckin melts. he goes complexly pliant in your hold and allows you to have your way.

[thealtoduck]

Greedy

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, semi-angsty, top!Reader, bottom!Peter, friends with benefits, 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…

——

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 undressing 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’s 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 another, 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.

[batcvntry]

m. shadows x ftm!reader [hide and seek]

rating| Mature

word count| 1,621

warnings| Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Biting/Marking

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

“Matt.” You call out, “Come on babe, this isn’t funny anymore. The boys need you.” You let out a huff of annoyance. Once again Matt had gone to smoke and completely disappeared. Just as you turn on your heel to go tell the band that you couldn’t find him, someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a closet. Before you can scream the person covers your mouth with their hands. It takes you mere seconds to recognize Matt’s hand and you let out a small huff.

“They can wait a little.” Matt chuckles as he clicks on the hanging light bulb in the closet. You try to keep up an angry facade, glaring at him. But Matt knows you too well, he can see right through it so why not try to make you break. He runs his hands down your sides, pulling you close to him. “Come on sweetheart. They’re big boys, they can survive without us for a little bit.” 

You can feel yourself starting to break, your lips very slowly curling into a smile as you look at your lover. Matt smirks, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, 

“Please doll.” His voice is so soft, it almost makes your knees buckle. That one little phrase is your undoing and Matt knows it. Your hands find their way to Matt’s chest, holding his shirt tightly. You look up at him with wide eyes, a blush crawling up your cheeks. 

“We gotta be fast. The boys are already pissed.” You giggle out. Matt’s face lights up with his infamous smile, he leans down again, gently kissing your lips. Neither of your waste any time, trying to get your clothes off or at least out of the way. Matt towers over you, he looks at you with love and lust. You put your hands back on his chest, getting up on your tiptoes to kiss Matt’s lips. He grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. He slides his hands down until he is gripping your thighs, you get his silent message and jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

He starts by kissing your lips, you try to drag him back but he just flashes a small smile before kissing down your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you blush brightly, yet you still move your head back to give him better access to your neck. Your arousal rubs onto Matt as you grind against his stomach but he doesn’t care. He rather aggressively sucks hickeys on your neck, you claw at his back as you whine softly. You let out a surprised yelp as he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, Matt makes sure you are stable before putting one of his hands over your mouth. He pulls away from your neck, a dangerously lustful look in his eyes. 

“Quiet now. We wouldn’t want the boys to hear if they come looking for us.” You nod but he doesn’t take away his hand, not immediately at least. He strokes your face lovingly before swooping back down and attacking your neck. You hated to admit it but something about getting bitten has always been arousing to you, now you have never fully said it to Matt but you had a feeling that he knew. That they all knew. Now here you are, nearly cumming against Matt’s stomach all because he is biting your neck. You moan softly when Matt darts his tongue out, licking a particularly deep bite mark. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“Come on, cowboy. I thought we were supposed to be going fast.” You chuckle out, trying to push his buttons just a little bit. And it works perfectly. Matt leans in, getting right next to your ear to softly whisper,

“You sure you want this, babe?” You nod, clinging to your lover like no tomorrow. He gently kisses under your ear before guiding his cock into your hole. You moan out, clenching around him as he pushes more of his cock into you. He tightens his grip on your thighs, nipping your earlobe with his canines. 

“Fuck, baby.” You whimper out, gently pulling Matt’s head back by his hair. He smiles at you which you happily return before kissing his lips softly. Matt deepens the kiss, carefully bottoming out inside of you. You moan against his lips, letting him thrust his tongue into your mouth. You pull away from the kiss, much sooner than you would have liked but you needed to tell him to move. 

Matt happily obliges, thrusting his hips fast and hard. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand to muffle any noises that slip past your lips. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, giving him easy access to bite on your neck when he wants. Your nails leave bright red track marks on Matt’s back, neither of you cared if they would be visible during tonight’s concert. A high pitched almost girlish moan echoes around the closet as Matt’s cock hits your g-spot. Matt chuckles softly at your reaction but repositions his hips so he can hit that spot with every thrust. 

You bite down on your lip as hard as you can to stop from moaning too loud. The closet is nearly silent except for the soft sounds of your wet sex. You blush as you listen to how wet you are, it doesn’t help that the thought of getting caught by one of the boys is making you wetter. Matt captures your bottom lip between his teeth, smirking as he gently bites it. You whine causing him to let go off your lip and kiss it in a silent apology. Your lips part in a soft smile, pulling Matt into a loving kiss. The kiss is so different to what has happened in the past 10 minutes, it is soft, loving, it makes the world stop for a single brief moment. 

You are pulled from your soft moment by your encroaching orgasm. You pull away from the kiss causing Matt to whine softly this time. His cock throbs inside of you, you clench around his cock, whining softly. He trails kisses up your neck, nipping your earlobe again. 

“I know you’re close. Be a good boy for me and come.” You bite your lip, whining like a damn bitch in heat. His voice was so low and so seductive, and you are so close. You come with a scream of pleasure ripping from your lips. You fall forward into Matt’s chest, letting him hold you up as he essentially uses your body. You hold onto him as best as you can, clenching around his cock more. Matt kisses the side of your head, panting under his breath. 

“That’s it. Such a good boy for me, aren’t cha?” He practically growls in your ear and you nearly come again then and there from his voice alone. Matt’s thrusts quicken, you manage to pull yourself up a little bit so you can kiss him. He returns the kiss, pressing you against the wall with nearly all of his body weight. You cup his face with your hands, gently stroking his cheeks as you teasingly nip his bottom lip. He groans against your lips, his thrusts stuttering. That’s when you know you have him. You pull away from the kiss as you suck on his bottom lip before biting it gently. He groans again, thrusting one last time before coming deep inside of you. 

You can feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he realizes that he just came from you biting him. He pulls away from the kiss with a sheepish smile playing on his lips. You smile widely, pecking his lips as you rub his cheeks more. His cock throbs as one last rope of cum spurts out. He gently pecks your lips, pulling out of you. He carefully sets your legs down so you can stand. The two of you get dressed in silence, not that it lasted long. Before Matt can open the closet door, you grab his hand and turn him towards you. He gives you a questioning look but you just stand on your tiptoes and kiss his lips softly. 

His face breaks out in a smile and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You lead him back to the green room, knowing you have been away for far too long. The boys turn to you as you walk in to see if you found Matt, who strolls into the green room after you, a wide smile on his face. The boys look between you and Matt, taking in the state of your neck before looking at the cocky smile on Matt’s face.

“Jesus dude. Did you get in a fight with a vampire?” Synsyster speaks up first. You blush lightly as the guys start to chuckle,

“I don’t know, ask the vampire.” You playfully glare at Matt, who had already gotten himself a beer. He waltzes over to you with a growing smile, he hands you one of the beers he had grabbed. He leans down and kisses your cheek, 

“I just did what he told me to. Isn’t that right, angel?” Matt gently rubs your hips. You squeak as you blush bright red, hiding your cheeks behind the beer bottle. You look up to see the band exchanging smirks and knowing glances as they look between themselves and you and Matt. Matt leans against the wall, keeping his hand in the back pocket of your jeans as you slowly settle down and join in with the conversation.

[sideblogofhell]

a body with two souls

summary: there are stories about who druig truly is, he lets you see a glimpse of the truth pairing: druig x male reader word count: 1.3k warnings: 18+ warning, mutual masturbation, mind control, dom!druig, kinda dark if u put your mind into it, if u dont like ignore a/n: part three im back!

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Stars don’t fall for men, and gods don’t come down from the heavens for men. There were stories passed down in the commune, that the leader was a god that came down with other gods. That they were there when the first civilizations were forged, guiding man as they advanced.

The leader had always loomed in the community like a shadow, with his dark robes and his black hair against his pale skin, he was like some dark angel on Earth. He would walk around and deal with troubles in the community, settling disputes and administering justice. You’ve grown fond of him, he was always gentle to you, his soft voice always over your shoulder showering you with praises as you cooked for everyone. 

After everyone was served dinner he thanked you for the wonderful meal and asked if you would meet him before midnight outside his cabin. You stood outside his door under the moonlight, it grew quite dark in the commune at night when the torches were turned off. His voice creaked in the door like he instantly knew of your presence. Come in, his voice echoed in your head. 

You opened the door to his cabin, it was a small space. There was a fireplace at the back of the room with an antique throne chair near it, his bed at the side with animal furs as rugs. There were some old relics on a shelf along with some old leather-bound books. Some torches lit the room, the cold air leaving your skin in exchange for the heat of the fire. 

“How was your day?” he asked, approaching you with a swiftness that felt inhuman. His hand reached for yours, warm around your cold palms. His blue eyes were set on yours. “Dinner was splendid as always.”

“It was good,” you said, your voice hitched at the end of the sentence. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, you’re always splendid,” he said smiling. Your eyes were set on your feet avoiding his gaze. His index finger touches your chin, lifting it so that your eyes meet his. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You swore for a second that his eyes glimmered a faint gold. 

“Do you know what people say about me?” he asked, leaving you to place more wood on the fire. There were indeed whispers about Druig. That he was a god with the power to influence people’s minds, or that he was one of the angels that rebelled against god. 

“They say you were a trickster, that you toyed with man’s deepest desires,” you said. He hovered around you, his cold presence made the hairs on your skin rise. “Or that you’re a fallen angel.”

“I’m no angel,” he laughs. “But I do know everyone’s deepest fantasies.”

“How so?”

“Not important—but it is interesting that you find the idea of me seducing you somewhat arousing,” he whispered to your ear. You fell back in shock, your back falling into his chest. He trails his nose on the skin on your nape, taking in your scent. 

You had thought about it, his dominating presence was arousing to you. You would sometimes think of it at night as you touched yourself, wanting him to take you for his. Maybe the whispers were right, he truly was a trickster god. 

“What a naughty boy you are,” he smirked, he traced his fingers on your arm, his light touches drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you so bad. “If I told you that the whispers are true would you run away from me?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

He walked around so that his body was in front of you, towering over you. “Do you trust me?” he said, his hands cupping your face. 

“Yes, sir.”

He takes you near the fireplace, taking a seat on the throne chair, legs sprawled. Kneel, his voice whispered inside your head, as if it were your thoughts. Tonight you give up yourself to me, that is what you want right? You nod, looking up at him as you knelt. 

Show me how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me. 

Your cock throbbed inside your pants, you palmed it to the sound of his voice inside your head. You took out your sex and started stroking, it was achingly hard. You let saliva drip out of your lips to your cock, the slippery sensation drawing out moans from you. You see him start to palm his erection, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, something about this amused him. 

He took out his thick cock and started to stroke it at the very same pace you were stroking. His free hand cupped his balls as his pink tip glistened against the fire. In your head, you would have crawled to him and taken him into your mouth. You felt drunk like any sense of inhibition was taken away from you as your fingers wrapped around your cock.

Would you give yourself up to me? 

You nodded like a hungry dog, eyes beady in front of him. Druig looked down onto the moaning mess at his feet, cock leaking, your face flushed as your hand pumped your sex. He wanted to take things further, control your mind to his pleasure. To place himself inside your body for him to control, he had never done it with anyone, but your pleading eyes made him almost lose it.

“Please use me, sir.”

That was it. You saw his eyes fully glow a bright gold, like shining stars in front of you. Your body felt light like your soul lifted from your body. You were fully aware of your body’s sensations but you couldn’t move your limbs. Druig was in control of your body, he could feel your hardness alongside his. With his own will, your hands started to stroke your cock, his hand stroking his own at the same pace. It felt like someone else’s hands were stroking you, it was a strange but satisfying feeling. 

Your body felt insane, like your body had two souls, your and his taking control of your body. Your hips started to thrust into your hand, you were fully fucking your hand like it were someone's body. Druig’s hand was already wet with precum, the slippery sounds of your cocks filled the room alongside the sounds of burning wood. The sight was intoxicating to Druig, a moaning mess, you were. Your body crawled nearer to him, his hand running through your hair as he pumped his cock. 

Your whole arm was moving like clockwork, stroking your member to the point that it was aching red, leaking precum on the carpeted floor. Druig was close, his hips bucking into his hand as his chest heaved. You were already panting, sweat dripping down your forehead. You looked up at him, mouth agape as you reached for air. Druig projected his pleasure to your mind, the feeling was so alien to your body that it drew your mind to a blur, the pleasure coursing through your body like a strange wave of electricity. 

The feeling of the two of you nearing climax in your feeble mundane mind was sending you into ecstasy, you were panting like crazy, Druig too. He was groaning under his breath, his thick cock blushing pink as he stood up holding your head. At the same stroke of your hands, you shot cum on his leather boots crying out in pleasure, as Druig let out a loud groan of pleasure as his cum released into your mouth, some smearing across your face. 

You dropped down to the carpet floor in fatigue, chasing your breath after what happened. Druig picked you up and carried you to his bed, cleaning you up with a damp cloth. He later joined you in bed, stroking your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. Myths were right, the trickster god did indeed toy with people’s pleasure. 

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