#marvel x trans male reader

[marvels-bitch-boy]

☃️ Request Version 2

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: this took me a while to finish and this is my first attempt at anything spicy. Let me know how to improve it!

Masterlist , Version 2

Jesus Christ of all the people you could have fallen for you thought it was a good idea to fall for your best friend? Wanda Maximoff is literally the sweetest and most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Anytime the two of you hang out there’s this tension that you swear is there, she sits close to you, at parties she doesn’t leave your side, when a girl hits on you she is the first to intervene and rescue you. It’s like she knows you hate being without her. The last two months though the entire team doesn’t seem to have caught the memo that she wasn’t interested in dating. She’s had to reject 10 guys so far that everyone brings to dinners or parties. At this point, it was starting to annoy you because there wasn’t an event that you could enjoy without some creep hitting on her. A few times she had you pretend to be her boyfriend to scare them off. Those were times when you felt like there might be a chance between the two of you. Like there was a world where you were one of the guys that got set up with her. The chance to show her what she deserves from a guy. The only problem with that is the whole team completely forgets about you when they make those decisions, and you don’t want to ruin any of the great parts of your friendship. 

You were sitting with Wanda on the couch in the common room watching an old black and white movie you had been begging her to watch with you. One Two Three was the name of it and as soon as you said it was your favourite movie she couldn’t have agreed faster. She sat next to you as she always did but it felt different. It was most likely just you because she seemed as comfortable as ever. You looked down and saw her eyes light up from the action happening on the screen in front of you. The sight made this movie even better, the joy it brought her seemed to solidify its spot in your heart. You smiled as she laughed and commented on the ridiculousness of the film. When the “itsy bitsy polka dot bikini” song began to play you enthusiastically jumped up and began to dance. This made her laugh even harder, you knew the words by heart and would hum it on almost every mission. Now she knew exactly where you got it from. Her clapping that followed the beat was only encouraging you to dance more and soon you lifted her up to dance along. She was having trouble keeping up as she continued to laugh. You loved this more than the movie itself. Once the song ended you plopped back down onto the couch in a fit of laughter, she landed almost directly on top of you which only strengthened the fit of laughs and giggles coming from the two of you. This was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having your best friend by your side as you watch your favourite movie, laughing and dancing was one of the things you wouldn’t sacrifice. Even if there was a slight chance she felt the same you couldn’t risk losing this. You’ve never felt like this for someone and you would take whatever you could get from her. 

The fridge door opening caught your attention and your laughter ceased, you became more serious and Wanda rolled her eyes at this. She jabbed you in the side before turning around to face the person. “Tony?” she taken aback by his appearance at the compound since he no longer lived there “Isn’t it alittle late for you to be here?” This caught your attention and you finally realized the time. It was well past 11pm and you rarely ever stayed up this late. Deciding to chime in you smirked at him “You get kicked out by Pepper again?” he mocked laughter before he murmured a small “yes” which made you crack a real smile. Wanda however paused the movie and motioned for him to join the two of you. You flashed her panicked eyes and she glared at you which immediately made you shrink. 

“What’s the story here? All I see is communism and Coca-Cola” you rolled your eyes and sighed before resounding “That's what makes it funny… and the rushing to convert the communist to Coca-Cola” you chuckled at the last part. Wanda however apparently didn’t see the movie as either of the two. 

“There a love that no one seems to think will work but in the end they do, and theres also a lesson about acceptance,” she looks back to you “and learning to take risks.” that last part felt very directed at you. You shyly nodded your head and went to continue the movie but Tony again interupted. “So Witchy, you rejected the guy Natasha brought to dinner. I have someone who you’ll love, he’s sweet, smart, good looking, loves old movies and shows, has a good job, And! He happens to be a good friend” your heart started to jump at each word he spoke. Theres no way that Tony was the one to finally give you a chance, he had been trying to set her up with every shield agent in the compound. Maybe he saw the way you were together tonight. He saw the way you looked at her and he saw something you were missing in how she felt for you. “Tony, I’m not interested in anyone you guys set me up with. I’m fine with just my friends” she pats your thigh which sends a shiver along you and your entire body stiffens like a peice of ply wood only for a second. 

“Maybe hear him out, the guy sounds okay…” you hoped you were making the right decision, praying to whatever being was there that this tin can wouldn’t screw you over. Attempting to ease her nerves you held her hand in yours “Look, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be ready with a bat or some Sokovian snacks.” she seemed to relax at your touch and looked back to Tony “fine, but only once.” he jumps up victoriously. You have a sneaking suspicion that you just got fucked over by the giant dancing baby infront of you. Internally cursing yourself you unpaused the movie and settled back into the couch, Wanda settled into your side and you felt like maybe just maybe you’d be the one she ends up with.

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As the music rages on at yet another stark party you find yourself alone for the first time that night. Wanda hadn’t been answering your messages all night and you had begun to get concerned. You looked around to attempt to see her auburn red hair anywhere in the crowd of people. You would have thought she stood out like the sun on a cloudy day. She had never left you alone at any avengers function, no matter who had been vying for her attention she never left your side. Tonight though seemed to be different. Tony had approached you earlier in the night with a man directly behind him who you noticed was dressed almost exactly like you, even his hair was styled similarly to yours. Questioning him about it led to nowhere -as always. 

As you attempted to find the red witch in the crowd you were pulled towards the bar by a small pair of hands that you had assumed belonged to her, but when you faced the woman you found a random pair of chestnut brown eyes that greeted you with over-blown pupils. This was not at all someone you recognized. “Uh… hi?” you attempted to be polite as you were stuck between the bar and this woman. “Can I help you?” She laughed and her breath alerted you to her inebriated state even more. 

“I saw you from across the room… you’re very very handsome” she slightly slurred her last few words and you gently attempted to keep her stable as she swayed for a moment. This caused a coy smile to appear on her face. “So strong” you gave her an obviously uncomfortable smile and attempted to guide her to a seat but she forced you down onto it and took the spot in your lap. Now you were getting very uncomfortable. You’ve had these things happen but by now you’d already have been rescued by Wanda and laughing about the situation together, though you were alone now, forced to figure your way out by yourself. 

When she reached for another drink you stopped her and in a panic, you drank the whole glass and she cheered you on. You looked at the bartender of the night and asked for two vodka redbulls, you felt like you would have to be an awake drunk tonight. She saw the look on your face and quickly produced two glasses full. As you chugged the glasses you looked around the room once again hoping to find Wanda on her path towards you to rescue you from this absolute stranger. Instead, you were greeted by her smile and laugh as she sat on a couch with a random man. You felt jealousy fill you and your heart began to sink. Your distraught appearance was caught by her eyes and she looked between you and the woman on your lap once you saw this you looked away from her and back to the woman. Plastering on a smile and placing a hand on her thigh -an act that made your skin crawl and felt so unlike you. As you sat there attempting to not give Wanda any of your attention and keep focused on the person in your lap there was a tap on your shoulder and the sound of someone's throat being cleared, turning around you found Sam with pursed lips and eyes that communicated to you his exact reasoning for being there. 

“Y/N!” he said through a gritted smile “Maria was looking for you. Now.” you didn’t need any more from the man and began to excuse yourself from the woman who whined as you left her. Sam gave you a smile as you kept walking along with him and patted your shoulder. You reached the only quiet part of the room and you were greeted by Maria sitting in a corner tending to a scotch. As you joined her Sam sat on the armrest of the loveseat and questioned you on what he had to save you from. “A pretty girl was on your lap and you looked like you were being mauled by a bear, what's up with that?” his brows connected with the expression he made and you wanted to laugh but you were still recovering from the uncomfortable situation. 

“I don’t do that, I like to take things slow…” you saw Maria nod her head at your words but Sam didn’t seem like he was buying what you were selling “and she wasn’t the person I would let -do that” That on the other hand had him convinced, he looked around the room and you shook your head, “oh no you don’t nope! No, you’re not gonna guess” 

“Ah! How’d you know I was doing that?” he grinned at you and it changed your mood, how could anyone not be in a good mood when Sam is there? He was the second person you had met when you joined the team and he was also the second closest person to you. So far to your knowledge, he didn’t know about your feelings for Wanda and you wanted to keep it that way. He was notorious for trying to play matchmaker, he once tried to set up Maria and Steve… that was an interesting month. 

“You can’t seem to butt out of my romances… which don’t exist might I add” that last bit made Maria laugh slightly and Sam gained an offended look on his face. Shaking his head and grabbing an empty bottle that sat on a nearby table he set it down. 

“You won’t tell me, fine we’ll figure it out the old fashion way” You looked at him cautiously as he spun the bottle and waited for it to land on one of the three of you. It was just your luck that it stopped dead in front of you. Fuck. there was no way he would let this go if you told him, and he would most certainly keep this up until you did. He exchanged looks with Maria and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. His expression changed and you saw the mischievous grin he had plastered on his face. “Truth or Dare.” He spoke not as a question but a statement, you knew you had to answer in some way. 

You took a quick glance at Maria who had a knowing look on her face, did she know? How would she? You groaned and looked at the ceiling as you contemplated your choice. “Dare… Was going to happen anyway” Sam cackled for a moment as he stood up and looked around the room and set his eyes on something you couldn’t see. “Alright big man, I want you to go and make a move on the girl you so desperately-”. You interjected “Desperate? Who-”. “-want so badly… if it doesn’t work out let us know, we’ll forget this whole thing”. 

You didn’t believe him on the last bit but you could easily pretend or come up with a lie to say you tried. After all, how would they know? This way you didn’t have to tell them it was Wanda. Nodding your head you stood up and shook hands with the cheeky man. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a pain in the ass?” he made a faux look of hurt and clutched his chest “You kiss your mystery girl with that mouth” you rolled your eyes and walked away from the two who gave you a few small cheers as you made your way across the room. Within almost a few seconds you were met with the red auburn hair that plagued your mind. You felt the warmth radiate off her as you waited for her to turn around even a milimeter. When she did you found her dancing with a man that seemed slightly familiar- for fucks sake Tony! It was the man he had been trying to set Wanda up with, you remembered him from the earlier encounter at the bar. You felt a swarm of jealousy cover you like a bee hive over a keeper. You wanted to rip him away from her but she quickly saw you and stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with embarrassment that quickly changed to guilt as she looked in your eyes. You felt the sour look on your face sear into her mind and you began to walk away. The door to the hallway was farther than you remembered at the beginning of the night, the people around you seemed to make a clear path in your mind. Suddenly you were stopped by Tony who had a concerned look, you attempted to walk past him and muttered small insults at the man but he ignored them. “Wanda doesn’t look to good… take her back to her room? She asked for you” he had to slightly yell the second half of his request as the music pounded into your skull. As much as you wanted to be upset with the girl she had no idea of your feelings, she wasn’t to blame here, infact no one was… except you. Nodding he guided you towards her as she sat on the edge of the couch and seemed to perk up as she saw Tony with you. Placing a hand on her forehead you felt her temperature was higher than it should be and you gently guided her to stand up. She moved like a wet spaghetti noodle with how flimsy she was. “Hey, red…” she nuzzled close to you and you sighed as you picked her up in your arms. Her breath hit the raw skin of your neck and almost made you stumble as you walked. Steadying yourself with the idea that she was too intoxicated to control her actions you made your way into the hallway. One of your hands made small circles on her back as you carried her along, attempting to soothe her in her current state. As you passed your room she seemed to whine as you continued. 

“No… I want Y/N’s bed” she spoke softly into your ear and that made your heart almost burst -even if it was slurred. You stopped and looked down at her and the sight made your willpower crumble like an ancient statue. “I want Y/N.” a small smile hit your lips and you turned around back in the direction of your room. “I’m here, don’t worry koldovskoy I’m not going anywhere”. 

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As you set her down on your bed you felt her temperature once again but she began to squirm. She wiggled her way into an upright position and you asked her what was wrong. She simply said “Clothes” and began to reach for her zipper on her back. She struggled and you stifled a laugh as you reached to help. She swatted you away and for a moment you feared you had crossed a boundary, she usually allowed you to help her when the night became this blurry and she had said on multiple occasions she trusted you, instead she rubbed her eyes and spoke “only Y/N can do that…he’s gentle” this made you laugh at her words, no one else on the team would even use that word to describe you. You were known to cause damage to the compound, and rip clothes whenever you couldn’t make them fit, hell Tony had to reinforce your phone because you kept destroying them. She was the first person to call you gentle. When you looked back at her she gave you an offended look. “Don’t laugh at him!” you stopped and gave her a soft smile. 

“Okay… what else do you think he is?” you weren’t going to lie, this made you curious but you also hoped she didn’t answer, whatever she would say to you wouldn’t be fully truthful. She isn’t in a conscious state of mind, you didn’t want to find out what she thought about you while she was also attempting to rip her dress off. She let out a huff and began talking, you stood up and rummaged through your clothes in the half-lit room. Grabbing her a nightshirt and a pair of pyjama pants as you listened. “He’s sweet, handsome, -and he is sooooo funny. Tony said I should ask him out,” you stopped moving altogether, what? “-oh! He also liked old movies, and he’s handsome” the repeating of her words didn’t help you regain any composure as she sunk into your pillows. You snapped back into reality and lightly nudged her the clothes you expected her to go into the bathroom or something to change but she somehow managed to unzip herself partially, you took in a sharp breath and went back to your clothes and didn’t turn around as you rushed to the bathroom to change yourself. You mouthed curses at yourself as you remained confused and perplexed at her words. 

Leaving the bathroom in your captain america pyjamas you found a sight that wasn’t unfamiliar. Wanda laying in your bed cuddled up under the covers. You decided to take the floor on the bottom of the bed, you didn’t want her to wake up hungover in the same bed as you, -which wasn’t an uncommon thing but you felt like things between the two of you needed to change, especially if you were going to get over her. Right as you closed your eyes you heard her speak up once again “I can’t sleep” you looked over and saw her fling the covers off herself “It’s so cold…” just as quick as her words left her mouth she was asleep. Or so you thought.

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As you were in your dream fighting off a field of bears with Viking armour you suddenly felt yourself lose your breath. You began to attempt to catch your breath and you ended up waking yourself up as you had attempted to breathe. Your eyes remained closed but you could feel a weight on your chest that was warm and seemed to completely surround you. Your nose filled with a familiar scent and you finally opened your eyes. Shit. That was the first thought you had as you opened your eyes. You found the woman who you finally realized was actually interested in you and was now resting her head on your chest. How the fuck did I end up in my bed?! I fell asleep on the floor. Her head moved and you froze in place not wanting to wake her up while you were in this position. Slowly as she moved her head off of your chest you carefully exited the bed like a snake and slithered onto the floor and ran into the bathroom to hide for a moment. Her voice softly called out for you only a second later. 

“Y/N?...” her voice seemed different. It wasn’t the way she usually called out to you, it was soft. You quietly spoke from the bathroom “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” you splashed your face with handfuls of water and started gulping down as much from the faucet as you could. You could feel the hum of a hangover leaning over you. You didn’t drink more than a few glasses, how the hell do you feel like shit now? Opening the door and walking back to your bed your feet hit the cold empty glasses that seemed to litter your floor. Confusion etched onto your face and you continued to make a path silently to your bed. Laying down and encasing yourself with the blanket you were caught off guard for a second as you registered who was still in your bed. Holy shit. This is real, and you were in bed with Wanda. You felt her hands roam your torso. 

Wait. 

You didn’t have a shirt, or pants on. You remember going to bed in pyjamas. 

The feeling of her pressed against you under the covers was soothing. And her voice almost sent you back into a deep sleep. “So warm” her words were stretched out, as if they were a cat waking up from a nap. She was just as warm as you. Your hand moved to her thigh that had was already draped over you. Running circles on her back and her thigh, your hand acted as though it already knew how she liked it. 

You two layed there until 10am when there was a knock at your door. You grogily got out of bed once again and navigated the maze of bottles that littered your floor. Grabbing the first shirt you saw and slinging it on before answering the door. Opening it you came face to face with Sam. SHIT SAM!

He looked at you with a mischievous grin and attempted to enter the room but you kept the doorway blocked. He raised an eyebrow before he looked you up and down and pursed his lips as he held in a smile. “You uh… have fun last night?” you rolled your eyes and go out into the hallway with him. You close the door softly hoping not to wake Wanda who was still fast asleep in your bed. Whispering to Sam in an almost yelling manner “Sam… please tell me you had an after party in my room because I have no idea how I now have so many empty bottles… and a girl in my bed” The last part of the sentence dropped his jaw and he yelled out in excitement, you quickly covered his mouth shushed him as loud as you could while whispering “Shut the fuck up! She’s sleeping!!” he nodded and you dropped your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing here? I don’t have training today and we don’t have a meeting” 

He looked at you with a smug expression. “I came to see if you were dead after all the booze you had me bring you…and your special friend -which by the way,” he pointed at you “you wouldn’t tell me who! Tried to ask you a few times and you laughed” You felt the memory break through your mind and rush to the surface.

—

You left the company of Wanda sitting on the floor with you and answered the door. Sam stood there slightly dishevelled, his pupils were blown and it was very obvious he was on his way to bed after his delivery. He handed you three multipacks of assorted drinks and some snacks, placing the multipacks inside you closed the door just enough to hide the full view of Wanda and thanked him. He attempted to lean over and get a glimpse at your mystery woman but you moved the door and smirked at him. He tried to question “Who’s the lucky lady?” you shook your head in defiance and winked at him before giggling like a giddy kid and shutting the door. You turned around and saw Wanda begin to laugh at the sight of you and take a swig of the malt you had been saving. “Guess I must be your lucky lady…” you stood there and looked at her. “I think I’m the lucky one right now” taking a drink out of the multipack you take a gulp of it and sit down next to her. “Now where did we leave off??...right!” you grab the remote and unpause the movie. You two weren’t actually paying attention to the movie instead you were progressively getting drunker and performing horrendous imitations of the characters on screen and mocking their decisions. 

—

Oh fuck. Did you flirt with her? You’ve never flirted with Wanda before. Oh, this night was definitely weird. You turned back to Sam “Yeah… about that sorry man, I kinda can’t tell you… yeah, bye!” quickly turn around and dashed for your door, slamming it in front of him as he tries to catch you. You definitely woke her up now. 

Standing in the entry way of your room and the light peaking through the curtains of your windows you get a good look at Wanda. She is laying deeply under the covers and you could have sworn she looked like the most beautiful person in the entire world. Taking a step forward warily incase she opens her eyes and is startled by you. She isn’t, she groans as she covers her head with the blanket. She speaks slightly muffled under the covers “get rid of the sun… and please tell me sam didn’t need me” You chuckle at her words and honestly you would make sure the sun never shined again if that is what she truly wanted. “No, he didn’t need you -he wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead after last night” she peaks out of the cover when she hears you closing the curtains even more. “Why? What happened?” you freeze in place and look at her, did she not remember? Or did she -much like you- have it all trapped under the surface in her mind? 

Reaching down you grab the pair of pyjamas that you had given her last night off the floor, the slight flash of hands ripping them off her body came to the front of your mind. “Not much, I don’t remember that much” handing them to her your fingers touch slightly and theres a twist in your gut at the contact. “I-uh, I’m gonna…just go shower real quick,” you swallow hard as she sits up and you notice her full lack of clothes “do you wanna- would you want to go after me? -or do you want to go back to your room…” your words trail off and you thought for a moment that she had a look of confliction, not just on a simple decision but in the way she sees you. Her eyes had slipped down you for a second before slingshotting back up to your face and her expression changed. “Yeah…-I’ll go after you,” she gave you a smile and you nodded before turning around and stepping over the bottles once again. Cursing yourself for going so overboard the night before. As you discard the shirt that you now realize is one that Wanda had left in your room days before. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up you look in the mirror and notice something. Multiple large red and purple marks on the base of your neck, shoulder, and collar bones. You looked like a bruised cow. Touching them and they don’t feel like bruises. Another part of the night comes to mind.

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Eventually, you two reach the rom-com section of cheesy movies and the drunker you are the closer you two get. While Wanda mocks the lead actress of the movie you catch yourself staring at her lips, not even going up to see her eyes but rather zoned in on what she is saying and the smile she had. “Who even falls for the best friend in real life anymore?!” her words dragged you out of your frozen state. Her comment on the storyline had you nervously laughing “no one, it's all just in movies, those are who fall for their best friends”  

You tried to add to her point “And books…only ever works out in books” Your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and they dart to her lips once again. She whispered something you couldn’t understand and started to slowly lean in. Your mind went blank you and you froze once again as she made contact with your lips. She pulled away quickly but your brain seemed to catch up and you slammed your lips back against hers. The taste of the alcohol on her lips added to the feeling of weightlessness. Your hand came up and cupped her face, while the other wrapped around her hip and pulled her close to you. 

—

“Oh shit” you whispered out and your hands came up to your face. “I’m fucked” slipping off your boxers and slipping into the warm water you feel a sting as it runs down your back, a sharp yell leaves your throat as your body moves on autopilot to escape the water. “JeSUs FUcK!!” jumping out of the shower you stand away from the mirror, stretching yourself to get a good look at your back you see long red marks and a few open cuts along with them. Your eyes widen as you try to think back on the night. It hits you and you let your head go ‘thunk’ against the wall. Sighing deeply you enter the shower once again as the fuzzy memory comes to you. 

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You’re hoisting Wanda up onto the bed and her legs wrap around your waist as your kisses deepen into a hungry battle. The two of you attempt to bring the other closer. It slightly fades from your mind and then suddenly you are over a topless Wanda who suddenly flips you. Drunken giggles release from both of you and within seconds you are kissing with both your smiles pressed against the other. Your pyjama pants were already gone from view and so was your shirt. Or was it? Your mind starts to meld and soon you are faced with the image of Wanda against your neck and the memory of her body against yours. Breathing heavily you move in tandem with her hips.

—

Finishing up the shower you dry off and pick up your clothes, entering into the rest of the room you notice Wanda had left and you feel a twist in your stomach, like something just feel from a thousand feet in the air on your heart and it fell through every other organ. The dryness in your throat came to and your mind swirled with worry as you began to think of why she left. You know you didn’t take too long in the shower -you actually finished it faster than usual-, maybe she started to find pieces of the night just as you were. That made the knot even worse. Quickly you got dressed and rushed out of your door. Blowing past Sam in the hallway, Bruce in his lab and as you round the corner into the kitchen you collide right with who you were searching for. Wanda. “Shit” The impact had knocked one of the drinks in her hand and spilled all over the both of you. Discarding your shit that was only half wet you attempted to use it to dry her off before slight giggling from Tony could be heard behind you as he walked past. 

“Nice battle scars…” fuck me. Thats all you can say to yourself as you realize what he is referring to. “Who’d yo get them from” he takes a sip of his coffee with a coy look on his face. 

“No one, I uh… must have fallen or something last night” You see Pietro approach you with a spare shirt that he had run to grab as soon as you tore off your own. Unbeknownst to you Wandas eyes were locked on the marks that decorated you and she began to connect the dots. Putting up a front she looked away and headed back into the kitchen. You tried to follow her as you slipped the new shirt on, but quickly Maria pulled you aside by your ear as you almost reached Wanda. She took you down the hallway and into supply closet. “What the fuck did you do last night?” you looked at her with the widest of eyes and the dullest of brains behind them.

“Nothing…” she hit your chest with a smack “Don’t lie to me,” her finger was pointing into your chest now “I can tell something happened between you two, now spill!” you swallow what is left of your pride, and take a deep breath. “I have some faint memories of it, -like a few non PG memories…” you scratch the back of your head as you try to wrack your mind “I’m pretty sure we slept together, but I don’t know if she remembers it or not” 

Maria looks at you with exasperation “okay… are you blind?? Because the way she was walking out of your room I could see what happened” you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. “Do you think she’s upset with me?”  She sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think so…but if you ignore this for too long she might think you are” 

God dammit. 

Standing there after Maria left the cramped space you thought for a second. You’ve had these feelings for Wanda held up inside forever, you’ve wanted to hold her and kiss her since the first day you met her. You finally got to but you barely remember it and you don’t even know if she remembered it too. Theres a fear that lingers in your mind that she regrets it, that the friendship you two built so delicately formed and that this had ruined it. You leave the closet and walk into the kitchen. Looking for Wanda you scan the room but you’re unable to find her. Leaving with a huff you head back to your room. Your head was pounding and you had a stash of advil in your nightstand. 

As you open your door you hear the water running in your bathroom. The sound of someone in the shower scared you for a moment before you knocked on the door. The sound of the water stopping and footsteps you recognized approach the door sent a chill across you. She opened the door and within second you were face to face with Wanda covered in water droplets and draped in your towel. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked over her. Your surprise was written on your face and she panicked for a moment, apologizing for using your shower and attempting to get past you. You put a hand out and stop her. Looking down at her you ask her the question that is tugging at you “do you remember last night?” she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off as you know that look on her face all too well “-don’t lie, please… don’t lie”  the two of you were close. Close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin, you could feel the beat of her heart as she stared up at you. 

She looked at you, a mix of fear and nerves decorated her face. You had matched her nerves now. Her expression shifted “Do you?” you looked at her lips and back to her eyes. The distance between you felt like there was none. Your mouth felt dry, your palms were sweaty, and your hangover was arriving with a passion. “I-um, I remember alot” you avoided her eyes as you spoke to her. “-What about you?” you’re holding your breath as you wait for her answer. It feels like it takes ages. 

“Me too…” your hand that had been blocking her went to her waist. 

“Do you have any regrets?” her eyes flickered down to your lips and her breath hitched. She shook her head and you leaned down. You whispered against her lips “neither do I” and this time your kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and full of all the emotions and love you had held for her in your heart. Her hands weaved through your hair and you felt a sense of deja vu, you held her closer than you could last night. Yours bodies disconnected but not your lips. You felt her hands leave your hair and play with the hem of your shirt. They disappear under and within seconds she’s tugging it off you and over your head. You release a giggle as her cold hands run over your skin. You guide her farther into the bathroom by her hips and close the door with your free hand. 

The two of you finally got what you wanted. To be in the arms of the one you love.

[mlm-writer]

Aftertaste (Eddie & Venom x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Eddie Brock & Venom x Gender Neutral Bottom Reader Rating: Mature for discussion of sex Words: 918 POV: Second Summary: After some kinky sex (<- click for the prequel), Eddie and Venom take care of you. Oh and Eddie experiences some mild dom drop. Note: Guess who's back? Back again? Gayden's back! Tell a friend! Tags: aftercare, dom drop, hurt & comfort, cuddling, could be read as romantic, could be read as you're fwb and reader's physical appearance is not described

A trail of cum connected the corner of your mouth with the puddle of cum on the tiles below your cheek. At the start of the evening, those tiles had been cold, but underneath you they have been warmed by your spent body. With the post-orgasm bliss fading into the background, you started noticing the soreness settling in your muscles. A warm hand gentle pushed your hair to the side and out of your eyes. In the dim light, you could see warm, concerned eyes staring down at you. “Are you with me?” Eddie spoke between laboured breaths. You licked his cum off the corner of your lips and smiled at him. “Good,” he added when he understood your non-verbal signal. He seemed relieved, smiling down at you with awe and surprise. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a towel appeared next to Eddie. However you could still spot the black tendril holding it up by a corner. Eddie took it and folded it up. He lifted your head and wiped your face with one side, before placing it under your face with the other side up. You could feel wet tendrils squeezing between your skin and all the duct tape restricting your movement. The sticky tape came off easily with Venom’s gentle wriggling, leaving no redness on your skin nor taking any hairs from your flesh. Once freed, you stretched your legs out, ending up face down on the floor. “That can’t be comfortable,” Eddie commented. 

“Let us carry you to the couch,” Venom softly mused in your ear. You hummed in reply, bracing yourself. Eddie and Venom merged into one and Eddie’s warm hands wormed their way under your body. He rolled you over and then carried you bridal style to the couch, where a blanket was already waiting for you. Venom’s tendrils wrapped the old fleece blanket around your bodies, protecting you from the chill in the apartment. “You must drink,” the symbiote commanded. He materialised another appendage to somehow make grabbing a glass of water a very perilous and loud endeavour. You thanked him when he eventually got the glass to you. You meant to sip on it, but in just a few seconds, the glass was empty. Venom put the empty glass on the coffee table for you. “Are you feeling satisfied now?” 

You chuckled at Venom’s word choice. “Very much so, Venom. Thank you.” You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “What about the two of you?” Your question was met with a long pause. “Eddie?” You twisted your neck to look at his face. He was clearly thinking of something, but whatever that brain was cooking up, he was not sharing it with you at the moment. 

“Eddie, why are we feeling… guilty?” Venom’s voice was unusually small. It must be bad to affect Venom this much. You reached back, scratching gently at his scalp. Now you were paying attention, you could feel how tense Eddie’s muscles were under you. 

“Talk to me, Eddie,” you whispered as you moved underneath the blanket to straddle his lap. He avoided your eyes at first, but your hand resting at the back of his neck got him comfortable enough to really look at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul for the answers to questions he didn’t dare ask. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking up. 

“You really liked…” He waved his hand in the air as he tried to formulate words that were family-friendly enough that he could get them out of his mouth. That man fucking you within an inch of your life was nowhere to be found. “You liked us going back and forth, right? Like actually, for real?” He looked at you through his lashes. You huffed out a relieved augh and nodded eagerly. “Okay… okay good,” he huskily spoke between weighted breaths. 

You cupped his face and made him look at you. “Hey, Eddie, look at me.” You exaggerated your breathing, showing him slow, deep breaths. Eddie followed suit, following your breathing pattern. “Good boy,” you teased him once he no longer seemed like he was going to crawl out of his own skin and hide in the corner. You kissed his nose and caressed his face. “If I think too much about it, yeah the going back and forth was fucking filthy, but that kind of made it hot? And there is nothing wrong with that.” Eddie seemed to agree with you. A few deep breaths and he could nod more confidently. You leaned against his body, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, until you thought too much about the wild sex you just had. “Ok, I am ready to brush my teeth now and gargle some mouthwash.” 

Eddie chuckled and helped free you from the fleece blanket. “Need any help?” He offered as he watched you stand up. There was dried cum on your body, your skin still glistening with sweat and your hair a wild mess. He wanted to burn that image in his mind. 

You looked at him over your shoulder and cocked up an eyebrow. “Why? Think I don’t know how a toothbrush works?” When you saw how your words pulled Eddie from his trance, you chuckled. He opened his mouth to probably tell you that was not what he meant, but your smile told him you knew. You shook your head in amusement and left Eddie on the couch. “See you space cowboy.” 

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[kortsitron]

Insecurity

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS fluff, body dysmorphia, insecurity, comfort, body worship, mention of gender dysphoria, established relationship, jotun! loki, reassurance, soft fic, spicy but no smut, bottom! loki

✮ SUMMARY Loki was always insecure of his body and you're here to show that you love him regardless 

✮ A/N This honestly came randomly to me while taking a look at Loki's design in Marvel Rivals. I was so confused as to why he would have so much armor/clothing. Not only do we get a glimpse of his skin only on his face but he also seems to be wearing a lot of layers too. And then I remember he is a Frost Giant and then I could understand if he perhaps had some kind of insecurity because of that, after all it would make a lot of sense. So that's why here's the fic because Loki deserves all the comfort and love he can get <3

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Ever since you started dating Loki, you had never seemed naked. Never. 

You weren't going to make him undress if he clearly wasn't comfortable with it. You just accepted that he wasn’t comfortable with showing his body and you decided not to press in the issue. Even though you honestly wanted to.

You wanted to know what was going with your partner. Why was he hiding his body from you? He knew he could trust you, right?

You found him lying in bed, reading some Asgardian book while the lamp from the nightstand eliminated his sharp features. Whenever he was reading, he had a small frown on his forehead, so focused on the contents of the book. This time was no different.

You laid down next to him, watching as he was engrossed by the book, silently admiring him. The way his gorgeous green eyes were entranced by the words before him or the way his raven black hair had fallen onto his shoulders. Or they way he would quietly lick his lips without even noticing it.

But he turned to look at you, his hand putting the bookmark inside his book before closing it. “Are you bored, my darling?” He asked with a soft expression before putting away the book, his chilly fingers moving against your forehead to push the strands of your hair back where they belong.

You shook his head, Loki tilted his. “Then what is it? You look as if you require some attention.” His hand moved to cheek, gently caressing it.

“I was just wondering…” You spoke up and he hummed in response.

“Wondering, you say? Perhaps we can wonder together.” His tone was soft and encouraging. It made you even more nervous to ask.

“Why do you always… hide your body so much?” The words finally left your lips and your mind. You had been wondering for so long and now you wondered what kind of answer you were going to get. Was he going to lie to you?

Loki's smile fell almost instantly when he heard your question. His hand stopped its motions as he thought about how to answer you without revealing too much.

You saw the flash of fear in his eyes. “I-I do not…” He wanted to disagree, say you're imagining things or anything else to not have this conversation. But he knew he could not hide the truth from you. You were telling him everything, all your troubles. It was not right for him to hide something when he knew he could trust you.

He looked deep into your eyes as if searching for any reason why he should not share his insecurities with you. Any reason to have an excuse to not have this conversation. But he found none. 

Loki let out a sigh. “I do not feel good about my own body…” He finally admitted, and you were not sure what to say. In Loki's mind, the silence was stretching for hours, even though it was actually just a few seconds.

“I must–” He moved to stand up, leave the bed and you. He was scared you were judging him, even though he normally knew you would never.

You grabbed his wrist gently, stopping him from leaving. “No, Loki. Please, let's talk.” He saw the pleading expression on your face, how much you wanted to help him, make him feel okay.

He sat back down, his hand grabbed yours as he was seeking your reassurance and support. He couldn't find the strength to look into your eyes as looked down at your hand. 

“Ever since I found out I was a Frost Giant, I couldn't… I did not want anyone to see my body anymore. Especially knowing how Thor and Odin used to hate Jotunheim and its people.” He explained taking a small breath and continuing.

“Even despite the fact that I know neither of them hate Jotuns anymore, I… couldn't help but hate that I was not one of them… not a true Asgardian like everyone around. How I could not fit it, always feeling like there was something wrong about me and I couldn't understand why.”

He finally looked up at you, so miserable and hurt. You knew he was Frost Giant, he told you so yourself and you never minded. But you didn't think it would be a reason for his insecurity.

“You're still the most gorgeous person in my eyes. And that won't change, that I can promise you.” You let go of his hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning a soft kiss to your palm.

“Would you let me show you how much I adore you?” Your time was soft and the question caught Loki off guard.

Once more, he wanted to disagree. But at the same time, the thought of you showing how much you adored him sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, please.” His tone was a little husky, his eyes watching you, awaiting for what you were going to do.

You let go of his face, he was already missing your touch. Your hands moved to his shoulders, wanting to take off his robe. Your eyes found his, watching for any sign that you should stop. But you didn't, you only found anticipation.

You slowly slide the robe down his shoulders, his pale skin revealed to your eyes. His breathing hitched, he felt watched, but not judged.

“You're so pretty…” You whispered, wanting to reassure him. He felt so cold, but not in an unpleasant way. You saw him shiver beneath your touch and you smiled softly.

As his robe was finally off, you gently pushed him back on his. Your hand slided down his chest as you decided to speak up.

“I know how it feels when you're not happy with your body. Feeling how your body does not feel right, hiding it because you don't want anyone to see it.” You said softly. Loki needed to know he wasn't alone.

Loki's hands moved to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know, my darling. I'm glad to know I am not alone.” One of his hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

“Kiss me, dearest…” He whispered before your lips met his in a slow, gentle kiss.

As the two of you kissed, you felt something under your fingers and as your eyes fluttered open, you saw Loki in his true form.

Blue skin with some lighter marks and lines, and the most beautiful crimson eyes you've ever seen.

“Wow…” You whispered, eyes widening as you took in the view. He was lovely and perfect just the way he was.

“I hope the view is to your liking.” His voice was quiet, with a hint of insecurity.

You let out a soft chuckle. “It is to my liking. As you are as a whole.” Leaning down, you kissed his neck, a soft whimper falling from Loki's lips. And you slowly went down. You kept kissing him, giving him little appreciative touches here and there. You saw how he was letting go, relaxing under your touch. 

You could practically feel him melt under your touches and kisses. His soft, cold skin felt so perfect under your lips. Whimpers and soft moans falling from his lips, along with your name. He kept repeating it almost as if it was a prayer.

“Don't stop, my love…” He breathed out, his fingers tangling itself in your hair. 

“I am not playing on doing so…” Another soft moan escaped his lips as you said that, kissing down his stomach. It was going to be a very long night.

[really-good-devil]

x men and marvel characters (wolverine, daredevil, gambit, nightcrawler, etc) with transmasc boyfriend.... please i beg of you

anon i see you i see you i'm thanking you for this. i just ran with this i hope its to your liking

MARVEL IMAGINES WITH TRANSMASC BOYFRIEND

content: religion mention (majority positively), medical/social transition implied, dysphoria, transphobia

Wolverine:

For someone almost 200 years old, he has a bit to learn upon meeting you

Obviously Morph is a help with this + definitely had to give him a PowerPoint presentation

His view of masculinity somewhat is skewed but he is very insistent on treating you like a man because you identify as a man and if that means anything to you then it means something to him

Flannels! He absolutely gives you his baggy coats when you make a comment on needing more masculine clothes (not to mention the smell that his clothes leave on you is a big plus, so sue him, okay?)

Workout regiment is always taken care of and you never skip chest and arm day

He calls you "darlin'" once and then immediately goes "aw shit" because it might be too "lady-like" (his words) but he gets over it very quickly

Mutant hate? He understands all too well. Transphobia? Whole new ballgame, but it makes him just as mad. As in, he has no problem almost kabobbing someone who makes a comment about you going into a bathroom when he takes you out to one of his preferred bars

He soon realizes after that that maybe you need better hangouts and though he doesn't think the beer is as good at the other places, it's worth it to him

To him, assholes like that are no less ignorant than those who attack mutants because its all the same so he gets feisty on the defense

Once when the body dysphoria is real bad, like the kind when mirrors are the worst thing in the world and everything feels gross and tight, he listens and holds you very tightly and though he can't understand half of it, he does understand self-hatred and it hurts him something fierce

So he'll go out of his way at that point to make it known that you are one of strongest guys he knows because you're going through change and sticking to yourself and he loves it about you

He offhandedly once mentions using his claws for top surgery in an attempt to be funny and neither of you know how to react in that moment but it actually is kind of funny much later

Nightcrawler:

Much more up to speed than some others

He's not unused to the ideas of the intricacies and ideas of gender from his time in the circus and seeing the different lifestyles at play there

There's some trepidation on some people's parts about how Kurt will react considering his religion and the history, but it very hardly factors in

Very flirtatious after he gets the okay to move forward even if it's new to him

Does everything he would try to do with his previous lovers; he loves flowers that remind him of you

Constantly trying to involve you in things that he enjoys that he would hope you enjoy

Movie nights are a favorite of his and even if they end up being more modern, he's always willing to give it a chance

Kurt of all people knows what it is like to be judged and ridiculed for how you look or how people perceive someone

Body positivity is a huge part for him; complimenting your frame, your body hair, your hands

After all, his own body is not what many would consider normal, but it is still his and he accepts it, so he'll literally be damned if he can't help with that

His whole thing is finding someone new that's nice to say every day (which isn't very hard for him, tbh)

When he hears you accept any of it he gets so excited that his tail wags and he peppers you with kisses that sometimes have little nips from his fangs but they're all gentle

Loves to take you up to the top of the X-Mansion to have semi-romantic getaways and look out at the night sky and think of things far beyond where you both are right now, though he know he is happiest right at your side

Gambit:

Meets you when you first arrive to the mansion and is instantly drawn to you

Ever the gentleman while he's trying to get to know you, almost like chivalry is his default no matter the gender

After you first confess your feelings his favorite card becomes his King of Hearts

You tell him it's cheesy but he is happy that you approve

He leaves it with you the first time he goes on a mission and though he didn't doubt that you would lose it, he is so happy when he sees you kept it you can literally feel his kinetic energy reserves when he kisses you deep

His favorite is on those rare occasions where you get to dress up, whether it's for a party or infiltrating something

He loves trying to find coordinating or inverse outfits accessories if that's the case (nothing huge, but small ways to show that you two are together)

Pet names constantly

He works with his hands often so he uses them constantly to explore your body and he has magic fingers in many ways

You're so perfect to him in every way imaginable

Matt Murdock:

You meet Matt in Josie's a while after moving to the area in a new area to "start fresh"

It's not that he hustles you but you don't expect to lose at pool to him

He's very charming and easy to learn from and it takes a while but eventually you do get together

Walks around the neighborhood as an excuse to get to know things end up being tiny dates

Foggy and Karen exchanging tiny looks over Matt's boyfriend but very happy for him

You're unaware of his double life but do end up having to fuss over his scrapes

Eventually you have to explain to him and it's awkward but he just seems to take you in without seeing you and he smiles a bit and its okay from then on

You think he's just super understanding and forgiving but no he's actually known for a while

He's been very perceptive of changes in you as you transition further; he knows when you just had a T shot from how you body is working just a bit harder because of it, when your voice gets a bit deeper between the times he sees you

He also had to do a background check because you can't be too careful at this point

But though it's insanely new to him since he hasn't been with a man, he does love you with no shame

He knows what you look like vaguely but always asks anyway because he wants you to explain what you see of yourself

Always very seriously and not seriously ready to remind you that he is part of fine law firm should you need to win a case against someone at the slightest complaint

You always feel safe and seen, in a way, with him, and it never really changes

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I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, feel free to request more like this or a fic! Requests are open and I have masterpost here and a list of characters and ships I'd write for here. Thanks for reading!

(Also lmk if any of these are interesting enough you'd want to see more of, bc the Matt and Kurt ones I would definitely be open to making a fic so stay tuned if it happens.)

[prettybrownelf]

i saw you were looking for requests a few months back and if you still are i love your bucky fics and just want anything else bucky x masc reader because i feel like hardly anyone writes them!! maybe otk spanking involved? 👀

Brat Taming

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM! Reader

Summary- You and Bucky have a small argument in the kitchen. he thinks you need a lesson

Word Count- 1178

Content Warnings- AFAB Genitalia, OTK Spanking, Degradation, Praise, Overstimulation, Aftercare

You wouldn't say your a brat. Brat is too strong of a word. Your just a bit head-strong and…stubborn.

Bucky would say otherwise. He’d say your a brat who likes to make him mad for your own enjoyment.

Thats how this argument in the kitchen started.

“I’m not a brat, Buck. You just dont like being told no.” You’d been cleaning the kitchen when Bucky decided to confront you about ‘how you’ve been acting’.

Bucky rolls his eyes as he stays leaning against the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you clean. “Its not that. You’ve been leaving me on read, giving me the cold shoulder, your being a brat and you know it.” Bucky’s gruff voice sends a tiny shiver up your spine as you keep your back to him. “Oh, so your mad cause your not my center of attention?” He rolls his eyes at you as he moves next to your side. “Thats not it and you know it. I dont need attention.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you casually walk your way to the couch, Bucky following close behind. “Sure you dont, Buck. Thats why you follow me around like a puppy.” You can feel Bucky’s glare on the back of your head as you sit on the couch. “Im not a puppy.” Bucky snarls.

You try to stifle your giggle as Bucky sits next to you, huffing and puffing. “Quit huffing.” You manage to get out. Bucky rolls his eyes as he looks over at the tv, his words a muttered breath. “I should teach you lesson.”

Your ears perk up.

“What was that, Buck?” Testing Bucky’s patience is a fun pass time, especially when hes like this. Bucky’s eyes immediately snap to your face, his voice hasn't lost its gruff as he speaks. “I said i should teach you a lesson.” A smirk crawls to your face as you playfully try to crawl into Bucky’s lap.

Before you can speak your words are cut off by Bucky’s strong arms pushing you down, your stomach lays over his legs, your knees digging into the couch cushion below you. Trying to push yourself up fails as Bucky pushes you back down, your arms laying next to your head. Bucky’s voice sends a wave of heat into your lower stomach as you feel his rough, calloused hand softly circle your back.

“If you wanna be a brat, i’ll treat you like a brat.” Shivers run over your body as Bucky ever so slowly slips your pants off. You try to move your head to see what hes doing, only to have Bucky roughly push your head back into the couch. “Stay still.” He growls.

The air is still for what feels like forever. Your about to say something when a stinging slap hits your ass. The breath in your lungs suddenly disappears as you try to take in the shock in your body.

Bucky, however, doesn’t give you much time to recover, as he bring his hand back down. A small whine comes out of your throat from the pain, though you cant deny the bit of pleasure beginning to rise more and more. “You wanna be a fucking brat?” Bucky’s rough voice tickles the skin of your ear as he whispers to you, bringing his hand back down. “Ill show you what happens to a fucking brat.” Your breathing gets faster as Bucky continues to spank you. Tiny tears form in your eyes as your grip on the couch tightens.

A small chuckle from Bucky sends an embarrassed heat to your face. “Aww, is my little brat okay?” Bucky asks, sarcasm dripping off every word as he slams his hand back down, harder this time. “Maybe i should be rougher so your learn your lesson.” He says, a small smirk on his face.

All you can do is whine out small pleas and moans, feeling your ass getting more and more red.

After a few moments, the air stills. The feeling of Bucky’s hand softly rubbing your bruised, red skin makes your relax a bit, enjoying the feeling of being touched like this.

Bucky’s soft movements continue as he leans back down to your ear. “Color, baby?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but you manage to get out a small “Green.” Making Bucky smile.

You feel Bucky slowly move your legs so your in the doggy position. Bucky’s voice is still soft as he rubs your red skin. “You look so handsome like this, puppy.”

A small mewl falls from your tongue at the pet name as you hear Bucky pull the zipper of his jeans down. You cant help but arch your back, pressing your now red ass against Bucky’s hips. His chuckle can be heard from behind you as you feel him gently rub your stinging skin, massaging it gently as he slowly slides his tip against your dripping cunt.

You feel his hand move from your ass to your hip, gripping tightly as he suddenly thrusts into you. The moan that comes out of your mouth is loud, loud enough for bucky to slam your face into the couch. “Keep that pretty voice down, pup, or do you want the neighbors to know your a little slut?” All you can do is whine into the cushions as Bucky continues to move his hips. You feel him hit a specific spot inside you, making your legs ark slightly. His grip on your hip gets tighter as he somehow manages to speed up, making small tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of Bucky slamming against your body with his own is making your brain turn to mush as you feel yourself suddenly sum. Eyes rolled back, your legs shaking, Bucky doesn’t stop. Instead, he slams into you even harder bending over so he can prop himself up with one hand and reach his other hand under your trembles, moaning body.

One of Bucky’s rough fingers finds your clit, matching pace with his hips as he rubs circles around the sensitive bud. Bucky’s voice whispering in your ear isn't helping your oncoming second orgasm at either. As you grip the cushions and moan loudly under him, his breath tickles your ear.

“You look so good like this, puppy. Trembling like a little bitch under me.” Bucky’s pace begins to slow to a deep, rhythmic thrust. Your breathing is finally able to return to somewhat normal as Bucky continues to whisper in your ear, his finger continuing to circle around your clit.

He leaves small pecks on your neck as his voice continues to whisper small praises in your ear. your legs tremble beneath you as your eyes slowly roll back again. Bucky’s motions dont stop as he helps you through your orgasm. His low voice makes your face hot. “Such a good boy.” Bucky gives a small smile as he kisses your forehead tenderly. His strong arms wrap around your body as he moves you to lay on his chest, gently rubbing your back.

[reveryfics]

Perfectly you

Pairings: Matt Murdock x FtM Reader

Summary: Worried when you don't come back to the apartment when expected, Matt finds you at the gym and convinces you to talk about what's wrong.

A/n: testing out a different format, and also redid my blogs name/aesthetic. I also apologize it's rather short. Anyway as always hope you enjoy

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The sweat-slicked canvas glistened under the dim ring lights. A solitary figure, a young man, moved with practiced precision. His fists cracked against the heavy bag, each strike fueled by a growing frustration. His breath came in ragged gasps, a stark contrast to the rhythmic thud of leather on leather.

As the night wore on, an odd sensation crept over him. A chill, not of the physical kind, but a sense of being watched. The air, heavy with anticipation, seemed to hum with a silent presence. He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, mingling with the nervous perspiration.

He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping the empty stands. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the arena's life support systems. Yet, in that moment, he could have sworn he felt a pair of eyes boring into his own. A shiver ran down his spine as an unseen force seemed to close in around him.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned back around, only for a choked gasp to bubble in his throat. There stood Matt Murdock, leaning against the old brick wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You said you would be back by ten," Matt said, his voice laced with worry.

The young man remained silent, his focus returning to the worn bag. It was clear to Matt that something was wrong, something had gotten to his boyfriend, and it worried him.

Matt sighed, moving to sit on a nearby stool and silently observed the young man as he racked his brain for the cause of his distress.

The rhythmic thud of the young man's fists against the leather filled the air, but it sounded different this time. The strikes were harder, rougher, filled with raw emotion.

"Your dysphoria?" Matt ventured, his voice soft.

The young man's voice cracked as he spoke, "What's new?” His fist connected with the bag with renewed force, a low growl escaping his lips.

Silent tears streamed down his reddened cheeks, mingling with the sweat. His body shook, not just from anger, but from the overwhelming emotions he was struggling to contain.

Matt understood the weight of his boyfriend's words, knowing it was about his chosen lifestyle and the disapproval it had earned from his family. "Talk to me," Matt whispered, offering a silent invitation to share his burdens.

He halted, pressing his forehead against the bag and releasing a long, weary sigh. He'd always pondered the unique comfort Matt provided, a sense of belonging far deeper than anything he'd known growing up.

"I yearn to look in the mirror and recognize the man I'm destined to be," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I crave acceptance, a genuine reflection of my true self."

Matt's heart clenched, pain radiating through him. He pulled his boyfriend into a tight embrace, urging him to continue, his touch offering silent solace.

The other man leaned into Matt's warmth, his body gradually relaxing. "You'll always be the man I see," Matt whispered, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You'll always be loved for who you truly are."

The man's smile deepened, the weight of Matt's words lifting the weariness from his shoulders. He knew Matt, more than anyone, truly cared. He trusted that Matt would help him become the person he aspired to be.

Matt gently cupped his boyfriend's face, a tender smile playing on his lips as he brushed away the tears. "You'll always be you, perfectly and wonderfully you, and I'll always love you just the way you are."

[daydaydayrk420]

I'm on my period right now. It was like five days late and it's hurting as fuck. All I can think about is Bucky Barnes/Logan Howlet helping me with easing the pain.

So because I want to... here's a cross-over because they're my favorite people ever so I guess this is mostly for me but I'm sure someone out there will enjoy it too

I didn't want to put two GIFs so here's this instead with David Harbour in the background bcs we also love that man too

Men don't care about period blood

Top Bucky Barnes x bottom ftm reader x top logan howlet

⚠️period blood, sub-reader, taboo I guess, eating out, double penetration, not for weak stomachs⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Bear in mind i don't have testosterone so i still get my period. I hear your period stops when you have it but i have no clue cus i can't get my hands on it.

Fyi I started this on the fifth of November so my period is long gone as I write this and post it

Update... I'm going through another period and I'm laughing at my old me if he thought those were horrible cramps. Now? I can't even walk or the pain goes in my ass too.

Again ⚠️ MAJOR WARNING A LOT A LOT OF BLOOD PLAY ⚠️

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Blood. Everywhere.

Y/n didn't keep track of his cycle. Again.

So. Guess who woke up with blood covered boxers this morning?

Y/n y/l/n.

Said man woke up in discomfort. He's in discomfort for multiple reasons.

One, his abdomen hurts as fuck.

Two, his thighs are sticking together from blood.

Three, wearing wet boxers isn't fun in general let alone blood-soaked boxers.

Four, the window is wide open and so is the door. He's fucking freezing.

Five, the bed is empty. His two veterans must've stayed up again.

Both Bucky and Logan prefer the colder weather so it's no surprise the windows and doors are wide open so the breeze flows through.

Y/n groans in frustration and covers his face. But he doesn't attempt to move yet. He's angry enough that he's too lazy to move. He's already covered in blood anyway what's the point of rushing.

But the cold breeze pushes him out of bed. He slowly gets up so he doesn't get the blood on more surfaces than it already is and goes to close the window.

Once that's done he goes to his dresser and gets his period boxers. He goes to the bathroom, strips his now red boxers off, and throws them in the washer.

Once the washer goes off he takes a quick shower to clean the blood off. Then he lets his body air dry as he searches for his menstrual cup. He makes sure to slide around with a towel under his legs so in case any blood drips it doesn't fall on the floor.

Eventually, he finds it and runs it under hot water to clean it.

"Why does it smell like murder in here?" Logan's gruff voice called out from the bedroom. Y/n only grunts knowing Logan can hear him because of his higher senses. Same with why he can smell the blood on the sheets so easily.

"Oh..." is the last thing the bleeding man heard before the bedroom was filled with sheet ruffling.

A couple of minutes later, Logan walked into the bathroom with the sheets he took off the bed and coveres. He stops the washer to add it in before setting it off again.

All while he did that y/n was zoned out sitiing on the toiled just letting the blood drip into it because it's way comfortable and easier. But you can't sit on the toilet for days. So Logan walks up to him and crouches in front of him.

At such proximity the veterans nose is hit with the strong smell of iron. "Hey, bub. You gonna get up some day." He keeps his voice soft so he doesn't set off y/n's mood randomizer.

The bleeding man snaps out of it and nods. He reaches for his cup again. Logan nods too and kisses his hurting lovers' forehead before leaving so he can have some privacy.

Meanwhile, Bucky is in the kitchen desperately trying to figure out the new coffee machine they got as a gift from y/n's friend.

He lets out a few curses under his breath as he tries to understand what's happening. That's until a hairy hand reaches around him and presses a few buttons, and boom. The coffee is brewing.

The metal armed man groans and chukles afterward. "Thanks, pup." He smiled at the smaller man with kitty ears hair behind him. Being a part of a throuple with two other short men helps with y/n's dysphoria. (Comic heights)

Logan grunts in response. He doesn't like being called pup, but no matter how many times he says it, y/n and Bucky still call him that. It's what he gets for calling everyone, bub. It's basically the same thing, but instead of b, it's p.

They both silently watch the coffee drip into the mug.

"James!" Y/n groans in frustration. The veterans tense up but look at each other, wondering which one he's yelling at.

"Both of you!" That snaps the two veterans out of their tranz and run towards y/n.

Said man is standing in the living room staring at their cat, who's covered in mud, that was dripping from Bucky's and Logan's shoes.

The white fur is now brown and sticky as the adorable feline wiggles on her back as if asking for belly rubs.

The bleeding man looks at the veterans and glares. They know what that means, and Bucky grabs Alpine while Logan grabs the boots. They both take them to the bathroom to wash off.

Y/n goes to the kitchen and takes Bucky's finished coffee. He grabs something to eat and goes to the living room. He opens the box of chocolate chip cookies and starts stuffing his face with the cookies and the coffee.

"Hey, that was mine." Bucky chuckled when he noticed y/n is drinking his coffee.

The bleeding man only grumbles and keeps drinking.

Bucky chuckles and goes to make another coffee. This time, he tries to remember what Logan did for the machine to work. Surprisingly, he figures it out and makes a simple black coffee.

Soon, Logan joines them with a cat burrito. He sets alpine who's wrapped in a tortilla blanket on y/n's lap and kisses his forehead before going to the kitchen.

The day goes by painfully slow for the man in pain. He's used up all his last painkillers. Normally, Logan or Bucky would've gone to buy more, but to y/n's luck today, it's a national holiday. So. Everything is closed.

So y/n is left to suffer.

But! The veterans talked, and borh agreed to help their boyfriend with his pain.

The bleeding man is still sitting in the living room. Alpine purring loudly in his lap as she suckles and kneeds on the fluffly blanket covering y/n's thighs.

Logan walks into the living room and picks up alpine. Y/n is about to protest, but Logan sits in his lap instead.

Logan is basically the second house cat. He's got claws. He growls. He purrs. He loves cuddles. And he's tiny enough to comfortably hold him in a lap. Besides the weight. But y/n's likes the weight. It's calming.

That's until Logan starts peppering kisses on the bleeding man's neck. He can feel y/n tense up so he starts to purr to calm him down again.

"Damn you" y/n huffed but pulled Logan closer.

Bucky watches from the doorway.

Usually, y/n is the one on top. He loves using his strap. But when he's on his period, the vetrans want to take care of him instead.

Y/n knows what's happening. He's not dumb. Is he in the mood? He's not sure. But he'll let it play out and see.

And so it did. Y/n is now naked in bed. A large towel under his hips and thighs as he watches Bucky setting up any necessary extra towels.

Logan is in the bathroom probably looking for their box of extra condoms and lube.

Y/n is hit with immense cramps and clutches his stomach. Bucky notices and immediately sits with him. The metal-armed man rubs circles onto y/n's belly.

He decides to skip the waiting and slowly reaches between the bleeding man's legs. Said man gasps and looks at Bucky who only gives him a reassuring smile.

Bucky slowly reaches down and gently removes the menstrual cup before taking it to the bathroom where Logan takes the cup and sends Bucky back.

When Bucky returned he saw y/n curled up in a ball, clenching his belly with his eyes shut tight.

The metal armed man immediately rushed to bed and pulled y/n to lay on his back. "Hey hey it's alright let me help." He said soothingly. Y/n whines and holds his abdomen.

Bucky slowly and gently removed the bleeding man's hands. He kisses his abdomen and gently runs his hands over those slightly bloodied thighs.

Not long after that Logan comes back with condoms, lube and some now found painkillers if the cramps get too bad.

Bucky slowly starts to kiss towards y/n's bleeding cunt. The moment his lips touch y/n's clit Bucky feels the body underneath him jump.

Logan sits by the hurting man's side and starts to kiss and purr against his skin to comfort him.

Y/n's face scrunches. He doesn't know if he wants it or not. So he just lets it play out and sees because he knows the veterans will stop if he asks.

The metal-armed man takes his time. His tongue slowly licks around the sensitive nub, licks down the outer sides of the inner lips. Then the inner sides. And eventually the opening. He stops when y/n's hand jump into his hair.

He slowly caresses y/n's thigh with his metal arm while Logan rubs y/n's abdomen and kisses his neck.

The mixture of kisses, caresses and Logan's purrs helps the bleeding man relax. He eventually eased the grip on Bucky's hair and lets him continue.

Bucky starts licking again. He doesn't want to use his fingers. He knows the tongue is enough when he's eating y/n out.

It doesn't take long before he's making out with the weeping cunt. He's like a starved man. And the way y/n's legs wrap around his head and squeeze only fuels him more. He rubs the clit with his nose as his tongue works wonders inside those bleeding walls.

Y/n's gasping and arching his back. His hand is gripping Bucky's hair so tight he's surprised he's not ripping them out. Logan can't help but stroke himself at the sight.

But this isn't for Logan. So he kisses his bleeding boyfriend and uses his free hand to play with y/n's nipple.

Y/n shakily reaches out and grabs Logan's dick. He doesn't like when the attention is only in him, so when Logan stops him, he nets out a whine in protest. The cat eared man chuckles and lets y/n do what he wants. That grin is slowly wiped off with a moan when he feels y/n's thumb right on his frenulum.

Logan cursed under his breath. Bucky is fully unaware of what's happening above him because he's too focused on his cunt makeout. He hasn't pulled up to breathe yet. But he doesn't seem to care.

Y/n does dare, though, so he tugs on Bucky's hair. He looks down to meet those beautiful blue eyes filled with passion. Bucky understands and lifts his head up to breathe. He looks like a hyena. Most of his chin is covered in blood. But it's not as messy as one would think, considering the blood mixes with the juices.

The former assassin finally notices how y/n is stroking Logan's dick.

"Should we take another step?" Bucky suggested. Logan groans with desperation but doesn't answer because it's y/n's matter.

The bleeding man thinks about it. He needs the release. Plus it'll help with the cramps. He nods and reaches for the condoms. Bucky stops him and grabs the box himself. He doesn't want y/n to move much.

The lube is forgotten. It's less likely that they'll need it. Bucky grabs a condom and hands it to Logan before he grabs one for himself. They carefully put them on.

Y/n sits up to straddle Logan's hips. He lays his back against the wolf's chest and tilts his head to bury his face in the wolf's neck. He rests one hand on Logan's that's resting on his belly to hold him in place, and puts the other one on Bucky's bicep for now.

Bucky first lines Logan up and lets y/n slowly sink onto him. The two men in front of Bucky moan.

Bucky just watches at first. He lets Logan gently rock his hips to start off with a gentle pace. Y/n keeps his face buried in Logan's neck.

Y/n knows that whenever he needs to dig his nails or teeth into something without having to hold back he can always use Logan for it. As much as Bucky loves the marks they all agreed that it's safer if y/n does it to Logan because of his healing factor so he doesn't have to worry and hold back on his pressure. And let's be honest. Logan is a masochist.

So y/n reaches back and digs his nails into Logan's bicep as he's hit with cramps. But Logan doesn't budge. He only groans and keeps a steady pace.

It doesn't take long before Bucky joins. He slowly pushes in to make sure the hurting man's body gets used to being penetrated twice at the same time.

It's not long after that that the throuple is a moaning and groaning mess.

"James" Y/n moans. He's so glad his boyfriends share a name. It's less complicated to moan for both of them. Bucky and Logan know the moan is meant for both of them. Also, a good reason why they don't get jealous over who gives better pleasure.

The boys speed up. Y/n gasps and arches his back. At this point he's forgotten the pain he woke up with as it's replaced with pleasure. "Close!" He cries out when he feels the familiar knot in his abdomen.

Both veterans start to attack their boyfriend's neck with kisses. They want to stimulate him as much as possible. Y/n's hands shoot to both of their hair and harshly grip them. They all let out curses under their breaths as they started to get sloppy.

"Yes yes yes yes yes" Y/n groans and squirts. He's not a squirter so this surprised all three of them.

Logan's senses go overload as he watches the liquid shooting onto Bucky's thighs. It's all too much for him and before he knows it he's filling his condom up.

Y/n lays against Logan who collapsed onto the pillows. They both pant and wait for Bucky to finish too.

Logan shakily reaches up and pulls Bucky into a heated kiss. The bleeding man whimpered at the sight.

Logan and Bucky smirked. They know what they're doing. So they purposely used more force into the kiss.

Y/n clenches around Bucky. That caused the metal-armed man to groan and pull away from the kiss. Bucky kisses the bleeding man instead. Y/n scratches at Bucky's back and returns the kiss.

That's all Bucky needs to let go and fill his condom too.

Bucky tries his best not to collapse so he can clean the three of them up. Once everyone's clean he joins them in bed. Logan and Bucky sandwich y/n between them and caresses his sore spots.

The bleeding man closed his eyes and murmured quiet thank yous before dozing off.

Logan and Bucky let themselves fall asleep too. They can't remember the last time they slept anyway.

[urween]

Precious | Loki x ftm!reader | english version

summary : Loki became attached to a human during his travels on Earth, pushing him to bring him back with him to Asgard. Unfortunately the laws do not accept Men on this territory, his little protégé will then become his precious secret.

notes : reader operated on the chest

⚠︎ warnings : very vanilla and soft smut, depressive tendencies, scars, mentions of dysphoria

special thanks and credits to @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian who nicely helped me with this story's translation because it was originally written in french, my native language.

french version here

-2d person description

-2 944 words

A place like Asgard was straight out of the most beautiful storybooks you had ever seen. Spacious, welcoming, and harmonious. Your fifteen square meter apartment was far behind you, lost in a life that no longer seemed to belong to you. Everything was different now, better and lush. And yet, there was a time when feeding yourself was the highest step in your life. A time when the sun no longer attracted you and the night no longer frightened you, when you would have been ready to willingly impale yourself on the first knife brandished. A time when life was nothing but a heavy task to bear.

But one day, a multi-colored flash pierced the sky a few streets from your home. The blinding light had lit up an entire neighborhood with the black night, and your poor quality sleep had allowed you to see this spectacle. Two men – who you had assumed were in medieval outfits – were heading towards your building. One had broken the window on the floor below yours, with what you thought was a hammer, very heavy and imposing. Then, while the one with the hammer was climbing the building, the other man waited patiently downstairs. His outfit had seemed more sober to you, with fewer extravagant – and ridiculous shapes – one could have thought of a uniform from a faraway country, nothing that provokes laughter but something that remains surprising nonetheless. As a precaution, you had left your lights off so that they would not see you through the window, and thanks to the few working street lamps on the street opposite you managed to detail their actions to a minimum. The first one, the one with the hammer, was no longer visible because he had already reached the desired floor and had most certainly entered your neighbor's apartment. A crazy old man, a scientist with delusional ideas. You seldom spoke to him since he never left his house. Selvig was his last name and pretty much all you knew about him. At that moment, you could have called the police but you didn't have a phone, it was too expensive and useless. So you continued to observe the scene hoping – for the sake of morality – that another neighbor had noticed the fact and could contact the authorities.

That day, the man who had stayed downstairs had noticed you but hadn't said anything to his brother. He had seen something in your eyes, something he didn't want to share. A month later he had come back, followed you for several days to learn about your life and find out if you had any ties. As his instinct had predicted, you had nothing and no one, you lived without living. So he had come to see you, in an impeccable black suit he had asked you if you wanted to come with him, and you had accepted. The reasons are still unclear to you today, maybe you were giving yourself one last chance before giving up, even if it meant following a stranger to another planet.

That's how you arrived here, in this fantastic place. Loki had somehow taken you, to a magnificent palace where the royal family lived. You were staying in a secret room hidden in your friend's room. You had a gigantic bed, splendid outfits, and unlimited food.

The only problem in this story was that you weren't supposed to be there. A human being had no place in Asgard, the land of the gods. Loki should never have brought a human back to the palace, should never have formed a bond with him, and above all, should never have fallen in love with you. If Odin found out, you would be sent back to Earth at best, or killed at worst. If the people found out, learned that Prince Loki, the one who was desired by many people, was in a relationship with you. They would call you a sorcerer, a sorcerer, and a danger to sovereignty. A human being had nothing more than an Asgardian could have, if he had managed to befriend one of them, moreover a prince, it was about magic and manipulation. So for these reasons, Loki protected you by keeping you a secret. He had created several traps thanks to his powers to hide the entrance to your room, and you only went out in the middle of the night through hidden passages. He regretted having to hide you like that, like a common pet, he sincerely felt bad about it but it was the only solution. You were too precious to him, too important, he could not risk you finding yourself in danger because of him.

There was nevertheless one person who suspected your presence: Frigga. A mother gains powers far more powerful than a god when her children are born, maternal instinct can work miracles and you have witnessed it. She had noticed the gradual change in her adopted son, that sincere smile, and that beating heart. She had seen him live again before her eyes when no one seemed to pay attention. At first, she had simply thought of a pretty woman, maybe even Tif, and then one day reality hit her hard. Loki's disinterested glances, unconscious steps back, and annoyed sighs no longer go unnoticed by his mother. He paid no attention to women or men, not even the most beautiful. He was always looking at flowers, birds, and water. He smelled the scents of spring and smiled at the autumn leaves. Frigga had realized something simple, and so sweet that Loki himself had surely not realized it. He sought your beauty in Nature. He brought you back the most beautiful bouquets, the colorful feathers fallen from birds' nests, or the crystallized water lilies from the river. He took you with him wherever he went, and made sure to offer you a souvenir of this imaginary journey. Frigga had then understood that no matter the gender of this person, the one who made Loki's heartbeat had to be endowed with a divine soul and a floral beauty. And that was all it took to reassure her.

It was rare that people went to Loki's room, but the few times it happened you heard everything, whether you wanted to or not. Most of the time it was Frigga precisely, she seemed to be the only one allowed to enter this room. But sometimes Tif came, or Thor passed by in a whirlwind. So little by little in a way you got to know them, through the sound of their voices and the noises they brought with them.

"It's extraordinary"

Your voice gradually brought you back to reality, the one where Loki was sitting next to you on the edge of his window. Night had fallen for several hours now, it had been your sign to go out and finally join the young prince.

"They don't know it, but I have the best view in the palace," he replied with a smile.

A wonderful spectacle was playing out in front of you. The sky didn't even seem black anymore, as a rainbow of colors and shades danced across the stars. Loki had explained to you the special nature of Asgard, very different from the solar system you were used to seeing on Earth, but observing it with your own eyes was still just as spectacular. The northern lights in the north seemed ridiculous compared to that.

You still looked up at the sky to grab a few seeds from the pomegranates you had freshly peeled. Loki joined you and took some in turn.

"Hasn't the day been boring?" He asked you, catching your gaze, “I would have liked to be more present"

"No, it's okay, the game you brought me did the trick,” you smiled at him.

For the sake of discretion, you had only lit two candles in the room, each far enough away to offer only a tender light. You managed to catch the green of the eyes of the man in front of you, out of habit and need surely. Everything seemed to fade with him, to fade. All your fears or anxieties became mute for his irises, you had never experienced that before. Maybe it was something common, a little extra gift that the Asgardians possessed, maybe if you looked at Thor the result would be the same. But even if the opportunity presented itself to you, Thor was not Loki, Loki was precious. Even if it was just a sleight of hand, you were ready to let this magic guide the rest of your life. Loki had saved you, he was the only one left for you now.

"I hope these tears are not bad?" The prince's soft voice intervened.

You laughed weakly, shaking your head from left to right with an uncontrollable smile. Loki had become your reason for living, your meaning of life. How could you have missed that?

Your relationship was not defined, nothing seemed to be in these lands. He offered you gifts, you offered him your support. He gave you his thoughts, you gave him back your trust. It was a give and take, natural and healthy. But yet there was something more than just friendship. You needed physical contact with him when before skin-to-skin scared you. You felt the need to show him your scars, to let him kiss them, heal them. You wanted to be free with him, and your body had not become a barrier to that. Your gender was no longer a standard to be checked in his presence, you were almost just a soul with him, no genders and stereotypes. And yet he adored your body, he made you adore him in return. He made you love yourself and therefore, love him. You loved Loki, and he loved you.

"Loki," your trembling voice began.

A hand rested on your cheek, and a reassuring warmth approached you. He was waiting for you.

"I...well, I don't know how to say it, I..."

Again, the green of her eyes appeared before you, and then your little lucidity left you. Her eyes made you feel at home. All the tenderness of the world was concentrated in her irises, and she was only for you.

Your lips met, and at that precise moment, you felt your body light up as if doors had just been opened deep inside you as if it were the right thing to do.

From there, everything seemed to become blurry and confused, because everything was simple and fluid. You found yourself on top of each other in the floating sheets of her bed, wrapped in an impermeable cocoon. You kissed the slightest trace of flesh that you had within reach of your lips, pinching the sensitive places with the tips of your teeth to tear soft noises from your lover. His tunic fell, yours too, your hands intertwined and your breaths mingled. You had never felt so complete.

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this to enjoy it,” your smiling nod answered him fully, “stop me at any time if you need to"

His hand, as light as a feather, rested above your bare side. He didn't get too close, or too far. The perfect dosage was complex to find, and you would have thought you would never have the opportunity to try your luck as a simple movement could make everything collapse. One word too many and you fell back ten times, alone with this unknown body.

"Loki?” A wave of worry passed through the man above you, “thank you”, then went away as quickly as it came.

His fingers found a soft curve on your hip, they clung to it and as his lips met yours again, you felt your body melt under his touch. As if this contact created a combustion, an alchemy. As if his hand was meant to be placed here, on your hip. As if his lips were carved from the same tree as yours.

Out of breath, you cut your kiss with a smile that spoke volumes about its quality. Loki stroked a lock of hair resting a few centimeters from his other hand, he observed you as one observed the stars.

"Splendid," he murmured.

A few minutes passed like this, your four eyes detailing the other. You had never seen his body so closely, it was like having a magic box that you decided to only half-open for fear of making its contents disappear. Each trace, scar, and stain, you devoured with your eyes, hoping to be able to engrave images in your ocular cells.

Then, slowly a dance began, fueled by tender laughter and words. He helped you find a comfortable position, where you felt at ease. He covered some parts of your body as you wished, taking the opportunity to note in his mind the colors that made your skin stand out. You ran your hand through his black hair, giving it back the natural curly and thick shape it had. You had a thought about it, about the fact that he never left his hair natural and that you were the only one to see it like that.

Under a common agreement, Loki began to prepare your body for the next steps. A little shy at first but encouraged by your partner, small sounds left your mouth. You murmured your worries about the noise and alerting someone, to which he replied against your ear: "My magic does not stop at physical forms, no one will hear us, darling, I promise you." Little by little you let your muscles relax, enough to not feel pain or discomfort. Loki asked you once again for your approval before moving on to the next stage. You nodded, with an enthusiasm that made him smile. He brought one of your thighs against your stomach, kissing your ankle, caressing your skin lower, and collecting the sweet lubricating fluid. He brought it to his lips, making you blush even more, then began to penetrate your boiling body. In turn, a moan left him, less modest than yours, and in your opinion as addictive as the hardest of drugs. Your mouth opened unconsciously with a mixture of pleasure, happiness, love, and everything you could find to describe this moment. He did the same, letting out a few garbled words. “So sweet” “perfect”. Your body reacted without you noticing, tightening the hot walls around Loki with each glance you gave him. He was magnificent, breathtaking. His perfectly shaped jaw had been presented to you for far too long, so you decided to taste it. Shy and cautious, you explored this angle with your lips before going down to his neck and collarbones. Several pleasant sighs encouraged you to continue before a moan was torn from your throat as Loki began to make slow movements. You let your head fall back into the cushions, enjoying the moment more than you could have imagined.

Everything seemed to be happening with such gentleness that you forgot for that moment the extraordinary nature of your situation. Hanging on the lips of a magician prince of Asgard, a planet with winged horses and a god of Thunder. You saw yourself again in your younger years, curled up under your duvet, shedding all the tears in your body because of a body shell that did not stick to your inner self. And thinking about that, a new tear rolled down your temple, because that time seemed so far away. Loki wiped it away with an unprecedented smile, he was proud of you.

He whispered encouragement to you, gradually speeding up his movements until he could fully hear your voice. In turn, he felt like his vision was going to blur with tears. You were so beautiful, so confident, so gentle. Just for him, you let all your barriers collapse and it was worth all the most beautiful riches of this galaxy in his eyes.

Your lower abdomen began to contract, expressing a sensation that you had not felt for years. You stammered shyly that you were not going to last very long, to which Loki replied with a slight laugh: "Me neither". He felt physically speaking that indeed your climax was fast approaching, which only encouraged him to accelerate his pelvic movements. His hand, which could not support his weight, found a mark between your thighs so that in small circles his thumb would accompany your orgasm as far as possible. What had to happen happened, and in a weak cry, your body was crossed by spasms. Loki was quick to follow you, feeling that you were contracting around him. His voice resonated a few tones under yours, before being quickly replaced by jerky breathing.

A nervous laugh left your lips at the same time, the pleasant pressure falling at the same time as the man with the dark mane pulled you with him into a warm embrace. Your two bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat slowly resumed a normal heartbeat, and you smiled one last time before the softness of the cushions mixed with the hypnotizing scent of Loki plunged you into a deep sleep.

Outside, the lights were still as beautiful, and yet Loki preferred to spend his last seconds awake watching you.

pictures : Pinterest

dividers : @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto

[lieutnt]

kinktober - #7

sex pollen w/ ftm!steven grant x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

The low hissing of gas has you instantly alert, finding Steven’s eyes blown with concern as you frantically search for the source. Breathing soon becomes a struggle, lungs fighting for each breath as your mind grows foggy, vision beginning to blur. Steven appears as equally affected, barely able to stand without a hand resting against the table as he throatily hacks into the room, desperate for clean air.

You barely notice when the hissing stops, mind disoriented as your cock throbs in your pants, arousal a blazing inferno sweeping through your body like a wildfire. You should be more concerned, but you’re unable to focus on anything but the need for release and one glance at Steven shows that he's feeling the effects as well, thighs grinding against one another in an attempt to find relief.

Time seems to slow as you walk towards each other, bodies bogged down by desperation and when you meet it’s a messy clash of spit and saliva, lips moving against one another as hands wander, your hand dipping under Steven’s pants to find him already soaked, slick pooling in your palm at the barest of touches. Your hips buck forward at the feeling of his hand circling your cock, spreading your arousal and pumping you quick and harsh.

At the first push of your finger Steven moans, walls desperately fluttering around the digit and even as it sinks in as deep as it can he’s begging for more against your mouth. 

The second enters just as easily as the first, engulfed by a wet heat as Steven rocks against them. His fist tightens around your cock, but even as pleasure spikes hot in your blood it feels as if something’s missing, his hand isn’t enough and tears begin to gather in the corner of Steven’s eyes as your fingers rub against his walls, the dull ache of emptiness beginning to amplify to his core.

What you’re doing can barely be considered kissing at this point, panting against each other’s mouths and you don’t need to be told twice when Steven begs for more. With more force than you intended you push him against the table, a low groan rumbling from your throat as he hastily pulls down his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, leaving you the view of his hole clenching around nothing while his inner thighs are shiny with arousal.

Your cock is achingly hard, and when you release it from its confines you can hear the wet smack of your hand against your shaft as you stroke yourself, wasting no time in resting your head against his hole and pushing in, synchronous moans tumbling from you both as you bottom out. 

Relief floods through your system, the corners of your vision becoming a little less hazy as his cunt clings to your cock, inner muscles fighting to keep you pressed inside. Despite the pleasure from the feeling of his warmth around your cock your body urges you to draw out, knocking a moan loose from Steven’s lungs as you snap back in.

Normally you would wait longer before setting a frenzied pace but with how open he is you don’t need to, driving your cock back inside with the instinct to cum. Arousal continuously drips from Steven, leaving your cock with a sheen when you pull out that has you growing wild, rutting into him as if you were no more than a beast in heat.

Your ears are deaf to the animalistic moans your throat releases as you chase your high, uncaring when you feel Steven tighten around you and his legs tremble as you push him through his first orgasm, the release only aiding you in fucking against his slippery walls. It doesn’t satiate him, the ache still intense as you grip his hips, yanking him back to meet your thrusts, bodies connecting in a noisy collision of schlick schlick schlick. 

Arousal burns heavy in your gut, white-hot zings of pleasure hurtling down your spine as your balls tighten. With a few more thrusts it’s like a dam bursts - cock spilling rope after rope inside him, more than you’ve ever done before as Steven cums again, pleasure ripping through his system.

Your bodies shift against one another, milking each other dry of the last of your orgasms. You collapse against his back, breathing heavily as exhaustion ripples through your body, cock pressed deep inside and plugging him full of your cum. Steven rests his forehead against the table, attempting to let the coldness of it infiltrate his skin as his cunt weakly pulses around your length, clenching to keep your cum deep inside.

Despite the last of the contagion fleeing your system you find yourself barely able to move, content with resting against Steven as you fight to gain your awareness back.

[prismuffin]

i plan to be ur #1 spiderverse x transmasc reader requester, esp for Hobie 🙏🏽 I had this idea in my head for a bit and was honestly nervous to ask again 😭 but, could you do a Hobie x ftm!reader askfic where Hobie just kinda remind him to stop binding since he had been saving peole all day in his binder? im so stimmy for this kinda stuff 😸‼️

Sorry it's finals week for my summer classes so I've been ignoring certain asks! Still, now that I'm (almost) finished with them I think that-

He has a specific time set in the day where he thinks you should stop binding. From the hypothetical time you get up to around now. If you were on patrols together he'd remind you to remove the binding device as soon as you were done fighting the most recent bad guy. Stopping on a nearby roof to tell you, saying that you should probably go home and rest as well. He knows it's not the most comfortable thing for you to be binding while swinging through the city all day and night and he doesn't want to passing out on him. If he wasn't patrolling with you that night he shoots you a text to remind you. Then sends another a few minutes later and then another until you respond saying that you did. If you still don't he'll call you and you better pick up or he's coming out there himself. Reminds you that it's not your appearance that makes you male and tells you to forget about the capitalists that say otherwise.

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[n0cturna1-m3]

Tender Kisses | Bottom Peter Parker x Top Male Reader

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Popping Peter's cherry <3"

Warnings; Kissing, like LOTS of kissing, Peter is trans, oral fixation reader, Peter doesn't have bottom surgery but it could be read that way, cunnilingus, verbal consent, condoms, implied aftercare, maybe a little overstimulation if u squint.

Synopsis; Watching a movie turns into something much hotter.

A/N; I said I wouldn't write but the inspiration was flowing to get this finished. my friend Lee is responsible for the ftm peter parker headcanon, so you can thank him

ALSO, this is COMIC peter parker, who is his mid to late 20s.

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Peter’s eyes flickered over the TV screen to take in every detail of the movie he and his boyfriend were watching. The third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was playing, and Peter was leaning against Y/N's side, his arm wrapped around him while he shovelled popcorn into his mouth.

Y/N glanced over at Peter, staring at his face and messy hair. The scene on the TV was dark and blueish, illuminating his soft features and dramatising the shadows of his face. He looked stunning. Y/N’s heart swelled with adoration and gratitude that he had the privilege to date such a handsome man. He leaned in and kissed his cheek, receiving no reaction as he was too enthralled in the movie. He huffed and began peppering kisses on his face and neck, turning his body to face the other man and hugging him close to his body.

“Hey, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he complained, pushing Y/N’s face away with his hand.

“Mmm…” Y/N hummed, burying his face in Peter’s neck. “I don’t care,” he said before kissing the soft skin and trailing up his neck and biting his ear.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” he muttered. He turned his head to the kiss Y/N, the latter humming into it. He reached up and cupped Peter’s jaw, pulling his face closer and tilting his head to avoid bumping noses.

Peter placed a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, the other wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He smiled against Y/N when he began pushing him back against the sofa, one hand supporting his weight while the other planted itself on Peter’s waist.

“Why are you smiling?” Y/N asked after pulling off Peter’s lips, leaving only a few inches between them. Peter laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck.

“It’s nothing. I just think it’s cute that you’re desperate,” he teased, pecking Y/N’s lips as he made a shocked face.

“How dare you!” he gasped. Peter giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, one that Y/N happily reciprocated. Peter moved one of his legs under Y/N so Y/N could lay between them, loosely draping them around his hips.

Peter’s breath began running short as their lips moved together, his face red and hot. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder twice, the latter pulling off him instantly. Peter swallowed down a few breaths of air before pulling Y/N down again.

He made a noise that was a mix of a grunt and a moan when Y/N ran his tongue along his lips, the brunette eagerly parting them and meeting Y/N’s tongue with his own. Peter shoved his hand under the collar of Y/N’s shirt, placing it flat on his back and running it down his spine, feeling the grooves of his bones and muscle under his fingertips.

In turn, Y/N moved his hand from Peter’s waist down his torso to slip it underneath his baggy T-shirt. His skin was warm beneath Y/N’s cool fingers, and it sent a shiver up his spine. Goosebumps crept up his skin as Y/N’s hand ghosted over his stomach.

“That tickles,” he whispered after pulling away. Y/N smiled softly and moved to kiss his neck. “And your hands are cold.”

Y/N traced his fingers up Peter’s torso, soaking in the sweet, shaky sighs that left his boyfriend’s mouth as he littered kisses along his neck. Peter turned his head to the side to allow him more room for the gentle nips and wet kisses he left as he moved further down his throat. His eyes met the TV screen and he paused.

“Wait,” Peter said, slowly becoming enthralled with the movie once more. Y/N pulled back immediately, sitting up and looking down at Peter.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.

“I like this scene.”

Y/N grumbled and pinched Peter’s hip, grinning when he yelped.

“What was that for?”

“You’re a tease,” Y/N said before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Peter laughed before saying, “I am not!”

Y/N sighed dramatically and went limp, resting his entire weight on Peter.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Peter groaned. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smiled at him, the latter returning it with just as much affection. His eyes crinkled from how hard he was smiling, and his cheeks almost hurt from it.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter leaned up to kiss him, pressing their lips together carefully. He sighed with contentment as Y/N shifted, tilting his head and moving one of his hands to hold Peter’s.

Peter’s face slowly began heating up, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks and travelling throughout his body. He pulled back for a moment and scrambled to find the remote as Y/N latched his lips on his neck and began kissing the skin. He paused the movie and grabbed Y/N's face again to redirect him to his lips, tilting his head before sliding his tongue against Y/N’s.

Rapid breaths escaped through his nose as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N let one of his hands wander down Peter’s body, eventually resting on his groyne over his pyjama bottoms. Peter sighed and raised his hips to force Y/N to put more pressure on his sex, before letting out a deep moan.

Y/N moved to slide his hand under his pants, slipping two fingers in between Peter’s folds, erection growing at the loud whine that tore from his throat.

“Fuck,” Peter gasped after pulling away from him “Bedroom.”

Y/N nodded and removed himself from Peter, standing from the couch and extending his hand to help the brunette up. He took it and pecked Y/N's lips before rushing to their shared bedroom with Y/N following him closely. He grabbed Peter’s hip and turned him around, cupping his jaw and tilting his head to kiss him easier.

Slowly Y/N backed him up to the edge of the bed before pushing him against it. Peter allowed Y/N to move him up the bed, laying right in the middle with his head propped up on one of the pillows. He reached up and grabbed the back of Y/N's neck, pulling him down and pressing their lips together quickly before moving to suck a hickey onto the skin on his throat.

Y/N groaned before asking, “How far do you wanna go this time, Pete?”

Peter let his head fall back against the pillow and examined Y/N's features for a moment.

“I want it all,” he said quietly. Y/N stared for a long minute before nodding.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

They kissed again, this time slower, more tender. Somehow filled with more love than before, if that was even possible. He moved to kiss Peter’s jaw before trailing down his neck and running his hands up under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head with Peter's assistance. Y/N felt eager to continue, almost tempted to rush through to get to his favourite part quicker, but he wanted this to be special for Peter. So instead he caressed his sides and kissed down his body, occasionally flattening his tongue against Peter’s skin and dragging it up.

Whenever Peter shivered, his muscles would flex beautifully. His toned torso, smooth with a few scars littered around, jolted when Y/N nipped at his pecs, lightly taking the flesh between his teeth before licking the spot.

Peter's heart was beating out of his chest as he watched Y/N sit up and pull off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before shuffling out of his sweats. Peter glanced at the bulge in his lover's underwear for a moment before turning his attention back to his face. He tugged off Peter’s underwear with his pyjama pants in one motion before placing his hands in between Peter’s thighs and spreading his legs.

The anticipation and anxiety mixed with recent actions brewed arousal within Peter's mind, his facial expression putting his thoughts on full display.

“Fuck, you’re so handsome,” he said. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he was caught off guard by Y/N dipping his head down between his legs and running his tongue along his sex. He choked at the feeling and moved one hand to hold Y/N’s hair.

Y/N slipped his tongue between his folds before sucking on his sensitive bundle of nerves lightly. He moaned and pushed up into Y/N’s mouth in desperation, the latter responding by pushing two fingers inside of his warm cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned breathily. Y/N lapped at his cunt hungrily, pushing his mouth onto him further.

The wet smacking of Y/N eating him out filled Peter with embarrassment, causing him to bite his bottom lip and cover his eyes with the back of his forearm as he moaned and gripped the blanket under him.

It sounded so wet, almost unbearably so for Peter.

“Fuck, hold on,” he said, pushing at Y/N’s head. He popped up with an already-soaked face and pulled his fingers out, resting his hand on his thighs. “Music, can we put some on? The sound is too embarrassing..”

“Of course,” Y/N said, leaning down and pecking his lips.

“God, you’re already a mess,” Peter groaned, taking his hand and wiping Y/N’s chin. He smiled and took Peter’s hand in his own before placing a kiss on his palm.

“I love eating you out,” he said, grinning at how Peter’s cheeks flushed even further.

He shuffled off the bed and walked to the dresser, pressing a button on the top of a speaker and holding it until it beeped to life. He moved to his discarded sweats, picking them up and fishing his phone out of his pocket. When he unlocked it, the speaker beeped again. Y/N walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, handing his phone to Peter and letting him open Spotify to find a playlist he liked while Y/N settled between his legs again.

Y/N wrapped his arms under Peter’s thighs and held his hips in each hand, squeezing gently while looking up at him.

“Okay,” he said as the music began to play and he adjusted the volume before placing it on the side table. “I’m ready.”

Y/N smiled and lowered his head between Peter’s legs once more, this time dipping his tongue into his hole and pushing his nose against his dick. He licked Peter open, inside and out while purposefully rubbing his nose on his sensitive cock for extra stimulation.

Peter propped himself up on one of his forearms and moved his other hand to tangle into Y/N’s hair, pulling him into his cunt farther.

Glancing up, Y/N met Peter’s brown eyes, a beautiful light brown that gleamed like honey in the sun. He pulled out his tongue and ran his tongue flat up teasingly, causing Peter to take his lip between his teeth once more.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cock before grazing his teeth down his cunt and shoving his tongue back inside of him. Peter let out a raspy moan from it all and tugged at Y/N’s hair, sharp pants and moans escaping him as he watched Y/N eat him out fervently.

“Oh shit, I’m so close,” Peter whined, furrowing his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N looked up at him, sloppily fucking him open with his tongue. Y/N moaned when he saw Peter’s debauched face.

His jaw was slack, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, and his face red up to his ears. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his hair pushed back and out of his face.

Peter moaned and bit his lip again as he came, his insides clamping around Y/N’s tongue so hard he could barely move it, but he managed, sliding his tongue inside of him to help him ride it out.

Carefully, Y/N pulled himself off of Peter before pressing kisses to his thighs.

“One more?” he asked, giving Peter his best puppy eyes. Peter sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, then put it in,” Peter said. Y/N smiled and nipped his inner thigh with his teeth before returning to his groyne, latching his lips on his cock and sucking gently.

Y/N placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders, allowing him to squeeze his head between his strong thighs. He slid his hand from his waist to between his thighs, pressing two fingers into him.

He flicked his tongue over his cock while fucking him with his fingers, curling them against his sweet spot while dragging them out before pushing them back in and repeating the process.

Peter moaned and bit his hand to quiet himself, the other having abandoned Y/N’s hair in favour of digging his fingers into the blanket. Y/N hummed with Peter’s dick in his mouth, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

He pushed a third finger into him, a breathy sigh leaving Peter through his teeth, all the while Y/N continued fingering him while licking and sucking on his dick.

Even with the music the obscenely lewd squelching and slurping from how wet Peter was still filling the room. He was slick with arousal, and the pleasure building up for another orgasm rapidly made him evewetter.

“I’m gonna come,” Peter moaned breathily. His hands grabbed at the blanket and pillow under him, toes curling and digging his heels into Y/N’s back. “Oh, god!”

His entire body jolted and shook when he came, hips stuttering up from his intense orgasm. Low moans spilled past his kissed-red lips.

Y/N rubbed the soft spot inside him tenderly before removing his fingers entirely, running his tongue in between his folds once more before planting a kiss on his sensitive cock and sitting up.

Peter looked up at him with glassy eyes, legs having fallen to either side of Y/N and his hands lax. Y/N raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact. It was horribly embarrassing for Peter, but it also left him throbbing, aching for more.

Fuck, he was so handsome looming over him.

Leaning down, Y/N pressed their lips together, letting his tongue meet Peter’s. He could taste himself on Y/N’s tongue, but it didn’t bother him. It made Peter feel happy knowing that he enjoyed pleasing him.

Y/N reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, removing himself from Peter briefly to peer into it in search of a condom and lubricant.

“Got it!” he said, turning back to Peter and smiling. He set the lube beside him and sat on his knees. Fumbling out of his boxers, Peter eyed Y/N’s erection as it sprung free from its confinements, the head shiny with pre-come, the perfect length and girth.

Peter watched as Y/N ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his cock before picking up the lube and pouring a generous amount into his palm. He tossed it aside and spread the liquid on his dick evenly, moaning softly with every jerk of his hand.

He scooted forward and held the base in one hand and Peter’s thigh in the other before lining the head up with Peter’s hole.

“You're sure about this?” Y/N asked. Peter nodded.

“Fuck, yes. I want you,” he said. He grabbed at the blanket again but moved to hold Y/N’s hand with the other. “I want you so bad.”

Y/N swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth and nodded, whispering an ‘okay’ before he began pushing inside. Peter hummed at the stretch and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

He stopped about halfway to allow him to adjust, examining his features with a mix of worry and excitement. He let go of his dick and moved to hold himself above Peter, resting on his forearm and wrapping his hand under Peter to hold his shoulder. Peter wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck and leaned up to kiss him. A soft, tender kiss with caution and affection. Adoration.

Y/N rolled his hips forward experimentally to gauge Peter’s reaction, being met with the sweetest moan he had ever heard.

“You sound so fucking secy,” Y/N murmured against Peter’s lips before kissing him again.

He fucked into him slowly, not wanting to cause his boyfriend any pain, but it was shot down suddenly when Peter pulled Y/N off his face and gasped air into his lungs.

“I said I wanted you,” he said, holding the base of his neck. “I want all of you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and he whined, a desperate sound that Peter had never heard before. But fuck, was it cute. He buried his face in Peter’s neck and let go of his hand, instead placing it on the lowest part of the back of Peter's thigh and pushing it up to his chest, letting the other stay wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so flexible,” Y/N commented before shoving his cock into Peter. A moan elicited from him, and he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s back to hold onto him.

This was much different than how cautious he had been in the beginning. It turned Peter on more than he would like to admit.

He dug his fingers into Y/N’s back, moaning and tightening around his cock when it would hit a particularly good spot as it dragged inside him.

Y/N kissed Peter’s neck before sitting up and adjusted their position. He slung Peter’s legs over his shoulders and sat up on his knees, pulling the other man’s lower half up with him. He held his asscheek in one hand, the other running up his chest, brushing his thumb against his nipple before returning and holding his hip.

When he started moving again, Peter nearly screamed. Y/N’s cock pounded into his sweet spot consistently from this position. Lube and slick dripped out of him and down Y/N’s balls causing a wet slapping sound that accompanied skin-meeting-skin.

Y/N’s eyes were glued to where they were connected. His face was hot, and his body felt as if it were on fire. Peter was just as warm, and he enveloped Y/N as if they were made to be together like this.

Peter was close to coming. Y/N could feel it from how his stomach heaved and tensed, and from how his cunt convulsed around him.

No words left his mouth, only a slew of moans and curses as he approached orgasm. Y/N wasn't too far behind him, either. His cock was begging to come, to spill inside the latex condom.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned, keeping his pace consistent. “I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

Peter choked out a whiney moan and nodded rapidly, reaching up for Y/N who immediately leaned down to kiss him. It was sloppy this time. Fueled by desperation and pleasure.

Their teeth clashed together, lips moulding together. It could be described as hunger, but perhaps lust would be more appropriate.

Y/N was the first to come, slowing down slightly but continuing despite his overstimulation. He reached down to rub Peter’s cock, the latter following in his steps and coming hard.

The kissing ceased. Instead their mouths hung open, swallowing air against each other's lips. Y/N slowly pulled out and pulled off the condom, tying a knot and tossing it in the garbage can beside the dresser. Peter was still laying in his lap, but his legs were spread beside Y/N.

He leaned down and kissed him again, chaste and slow but full of love. He laced his fingers in Peter’s brown hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter's eyes met his and he smiled warmly.

“I love you too.”

Y/N smiled and kissed him again before sitting up and getting off the bed, stumbling slightly when he stood.

“I’ll run a bath, okay?”

Peter just hummed and nodded, turning on his side and hiking his leg up while wrapping his arms around a pillow and shutting his eyes. He almost felt more tired than when he came home from his Spider-Man activities.

He could nap until Y/N comes and gets him, right?

[d4m14rt]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coming Out

✮ PARING Bucky Barnes × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS 40's, catfa! bucky, supportive! bucky, bisexual! bucky, pre-transition reader, gender dysphoria, established relationship, misgendering, coming out(s), anxiety, fluff, unsafe binding, suggestive themes but no smut, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of transphobia, praises

✮ SUMMARY Bucky finds out you're trans amd decides to show his support for you

✮ A/N I haven't written much for my trans men lately, so I wanted to write something again. You can say it's kinda inspired by confessions (another fic of mine), but this goes a little differently. I also wanna add - do NOT use bandages to bind your chest, it is not safe. Please get a binder and if that is not impossible, buy breast tape and use it to flatten your chest down if possible. Please stay safe while binding!!

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Being Bucky's girlfriend wasn't exactly bad, it was quite the opposite actually. He loved taking you out on dates, he was respectful of your boundaries and he was a gentleman like no other. Not to mention, since he was a Sergeant you felt quite safe around him. No man dared to lay his hands on you.

You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and you were happy with him.

But you were scared to tell him how you felt. How you couldn't bare pretending to be someone you were not. Wearing those dresses, not being able to cut your hair as short as you wanted, calling yourself the name that didn't feel like yours anymore.

You were dying to tell him, but at the same time you were scared he might break up with you or worse. You knew James was not a bad man, he was pretty accepting, but it didn't stop your worries.

After a long day at work, you saw him waiting outside the Cafe with the biggest grin on his face. “Hey, doll.” He greeted you as you exited through the door.

“Someone looks happy. Something happened?” You asked with a hint of teasing to your tone as you walked over to him.

“Can't a man just be happy to see his beautiful, amazing girlfriend?” He asked, taking your hand and giving your knuckles a soft, sweet kiss.

You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the word ‘girlfriend’, but you managed. Maybe because he was being so sweet towards you.

“Planning on taking me somewhere?” You asked, trying to change the subject in case you were going to hear more comments that, despite being made in good faith, were making you uncomfortable.

“I was thinking we could go to my place, maybe cuddle.” He shrugged before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Just cuddle? Or are you going to make me get into Hobbit?” You asked with a small grin as you started walking towards Bucky's house.

“Oh come on.” He let out a playful whine. “It's a good book. Trust me, I'll get you into it eventually.”

“Keep on trying.”

Bucky’s place wasn’t far and almost as soon as the two of you got there, he got into the bed and pulled you on top of him. And there you were, on top of shirtless Bucky who couldn't get his hands off of you.

“I can't get enough of you.” Bucky murmured, his hands going up and down the soft flesh of your thighs. He bit down on his bottom lip, you were the most gorgeous thing in his eyes. 

You let out a soft chuckle at his words, and he smiled at that. It was always so nice to be around him, he was able to make you smile and laugh like no other.

“Let’s get you out of that, hmm?” He hummed, while relaxed enough you forgot about one little, tiny but very important detail.

He started taking the dress off you, and then he saw it. His eyes widened as he saw your chest. Tightly bandaged around your chest, making it flatter than it was normally. His eyes held worry for you, did someone hurt? Did something happen to you?

“Are you hurt?” He sat up a little as he asked the question. He wanted to touch your chest, but he was worried he would hurt you.

You look down at your chest, before trying to cover yourself up. He wasn’t supposed to find out, at least not now. At the moment, under his gaze all you could feel was shame. All you could think about was that he was going to break up with you.

With your heart already pounding in your chest, you started getting off of him in a hurried way. Bucky immediately picked up your panic and he grabbed your wrist. Tightly enough to not let you slip out, but not enough to make it hurt.

“Hey, hey…” His voice was a little more gentle now, hushed. His thumb was gently caressing your wrist. “I am worried about you. Did something happen? You aren’t hurt, are you?” His eyes flickered down to the bandages, looking for any blood stains. But there was none, just the clean bandage, carefully wrapped around your chest.

“You… You promise you won’t throw me out…?” 

His eyes widened once more. Throw you out? You?

"Darlin’, I could never. Why would I ever throw you out?” He couldn't understand why you would think like that.

With a shaky sigh and tears in your eyes, you laid down next to him. Bucky laid back on the back, staying quiet and letting you find the right words.

“I-I don’t feel… good about my body.” You mumbled out, your voice shaky. Bucky saw that you weren’t okay, but decided not to interrupt you. He gently grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze as if encouraging you to talk without saying so out loud.

“I d-don’t feel like a woman, alright?” Your voice was even more shaky. Before you knew it, you started sobbing quietly, overwhelmed by the confession you made. “I want to be a man like you. I want to be seen as a man, dress like a man, look like a man. I just want to be me.”

Without a second thought, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling close against his chest. One of his hands caressed your back, hoping to comfort you.

He was quiet, lost in his thoughts before he finally spoke up. “I heard there’s a man… Well, a woman actually, who had the same problem as you. She was born as a man, but she didn’t feel like one, so she decided to stop pretending who she was and now she’s just… herself.”

“Really?”

Bucky hummed. “Yeah. I think we saw her last week, you said she had a nice dress. I think her name was Annie or something along those lines.”

You didn’t know there was another person like you out there. You felt so isolated in your own experience, you didn’t notice others who were able to understand you. Understand what you were going through.

“Are you… are you going to break up with me?” You asked as quietly as you could, you were terrified to hear a positive answer.

Bucky pulled back to look at your tear-stained face. He gently cupped it, making you look into his eyes as he smiled at you. “Never, love. I love you so much. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. You’re my boyfriend, okay?” He kissed your forehead.

Boyfriend. 

You were waiting so long to hear something like that and it felt so damn good to finally hear it.

Bucky let go of you and left the bed. “Where are you going?” You asked, not understanding what he wanted to do.

“I think I have something you might wanna wear instead of that dress. No matter how pretty it is.” He teased you a little, but his words held no malice. They were quite affectionate, actually.

He walked back to you with a simple shirt and a pair of pants. “What do you think, huh? Enough to your liking? Or would my baby like a suit more, hmm?” He had a smile on his face, almost as if excited about this whole thing.

You were so worried he might be disgusted with you and yet there he was, smiling at you after you told him.

“They'll be fine. Thank you, James.” Your soft answer made his heart skip a beat.

“No problem. What kind of partner would I be if I left all by yourself when you're struggling so hard?” He gave your forehead a small kiss. “You're stuck with me, doll.”

He put the clothes down on the bed, his eyes wandering to your chest once more. He let out a sigh, his expression more serious than before.

“As much as I want to support you, you can't be wearing those. It's definitely not safe.”

“I know, I just wanted my chest to be flatter.” You explained, with a small hint of desperation in your voice.

“I know, I know. Listen, we will find a way to help you, okay?” His voice was soft, almost as if he was worried he might not express his concern properly. He wanted to support you, but he was still worried about your safety. 

“We will find a safer alternative. As much as I believe you meant no harm, I just can tell your ribs will not be happy if you keep bandaging yourself for longer than just a day.” He continued, his eyes not leaving yours.

His hand moved to your cheek and he smiled at you. “You're not alone and you won't be as long as I am here. With me, you can be yourself. I will do what I can to help you.”

You nodded before giving him a tight hug. “Thank you so much.” Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you before letting go.

“Go on.” He encouraged as he gestured towards the clothes. “I know you're dying to try them on.”

You let out an excited giggle, taking the clothes into your hand and making your way to the bathroom, almost tripping over as you did.

“Careful. We don't need you all bruised, do we?” Bucky commented with a small smirk before letting out a small chuckle.

While you disappeared behind a bathroom door, Buck had a little moment to think about the whole situation.

Was he expecting that? No. Should he? Probably. 

He wasn't going to break up with you, he was too in love with you to care about your gender. You were still the same person he fell in love with over a year ago.

If anything, he was much more concerned about your safety. He knew there were people who would not be as accepting as he was. 

Heck, he still remembered how he was walking the poor Annie home after a few guys jumped her sometime ago. Bucky wasn't going to pretend the thought of something similar happening to you didn't make his stomach turn. 

You were safe with him, but on your own? He was scared to find out.

The sound of the door opening took Bucky out of his thoughts. He looked towards it and saw you, dressed in what he gave you, along with your hair being tied in a way that made your hair appear shorter than it actually was.

Bucky let out a low whistle at the sight. “Now that's one hell of a man.” His eyes wandered over you, his smile returning. “Well, well, well. If someone really says my boyfriend isn't the most handsome, we will know they are lying.” 

His smile widened when he saw how happy you were at the praises.

“C'mere, darling. Let me hold my pretty boy.” He patted his lap, inviting you to sit on it. 

You eagerly sat down on his lap. “Look at you, so handsome.” His hand moved to gently grab your chin so he could look at your face.

“You think so?” You asked a little more shyly, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Absolutely. Now I wonder how you would look in a suit.” He bit his lip once more. “I bet you would look good. Like really, really good.” He moved to leave a few kisses down your neck.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Enough praises.” You giggled at the feeling of his soft lips against your neck.

“Enough? You don't like my praises? I am wounded.” He pulled back and mocked, pretending to be hurt by your words.

His eyes wandered over you once more. It was nice to see you like this, visibly happier and more confident than before.

“You know… handsome,” He murmured, his smile falling once more. At first he wanted to call you by the name he was used to calling you, but after what you told him, he thought against it. “As much as I want to support you, I need you to be careful, okay? I am not telling you to not start pressing yours in a more masculine way, of course, you do you. I worry someone might hurt you for trying to be yourself.”

You nodded quietly. World was not as pleasant of a place for those who were sticking out, purposely or not. “I know, Buck. But I don't wanna pretend to be someone I am not.”

Bucky let out a quiet sigh. He expected that kind of answer. “I know, doll. I know.” He moved closer to you, his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “I will do what I can to protect you from harm's way. We will find a way for you to be yourself safely, okay?”

You hummed with a soft nod. “Gonna find me a good hairstylist?” You asked with a small smile, hoping to lighten up the mood.

He let out a snort at your words. “Definitely. If I wasn't worried I might leave with an uneven haircut, I would do it myself.” He chuckled. “But I think I might know a safe place where you can get a haircut. I mean, I have a friend who owns a nice, small hairdressing salon. I heard from a friend that he doesn't mind people from the community unlike some.”

You let out a hum before you smirked a little. “You have contacts with the community? I don't know about something?” You teased him lightly.

“What can I say? Women are pretty, but some men are also eye-catchers.” He winked at you. “But seriously, I will talk to him if you want to.”

You nodded once more. “It means a lot, James. Thank you.”

“It's no problem, love.” 

[fruityspaceboy]

*Y/N enters the med bay.*

Bruce: What do you want here, Y/N?

Y/N: Well, I'm a stethoscope fetishist. This is the only place I can wear one, without attracting attention *he points at the stethoscope dangling around his neck.*

[prettybrownelf]

Hey could you do a genderfluid! Loki x ftm! Reader smut with reader being dysphoric and Loki or Bucky being soft and supportive and telling him how much of a handsome good boy he is to them just really fluffy

My Pretty Boy

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Loki x FTM! Reader

Summary- Your feeling a bit dysphoric during your servant duties, luckily Loki is here to help you feel better

Words- 787

Content Warnings- Smut, Dysphoria, Slight Description of AFAB Genitalia, Praise, Pet Names, Hair Pulling

Your skin felt awful. 

Every movement reminded you that you were inside of yourself and it made you sick. The other servants had clearly noticed your uncomfortable feelings, but decided to say nothing. 

That was until you had a hand hastily wrapped around your wrist. 

Instead of a servant, your eyes meet green as Loki stares down at you. 

“I need you in my chambers, now.” Their voice is soft and catches you off guard as you walk with them into their chambers. The gold, black and green interior is all you can focus on as you attempt to keep your eyes away from the royal standing in front of you. Loki decides to interrupt the silence. 

“Are you alright?” The question catches you off guard as your eyes finally meet theirs. You could tell them everything about your feelings. The constant feeling of being in the wrong body, always wanting to rip your own skin off so you can stop feeling it. But would they even understand? They can shapeshift, when they feel uneasy in their body they can just switch it, you aren't that lucky. 

“I'm fine, your majesty.” Your words fall of deaf ears as Loki walks closer to you. It was no secret the small romance you and Loki had nursed together, but this situation was different. “I know you're not, tell me what's wrong.” Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you try to blink them away. Loki's soft hand caresses your cheek, forcing you to look up at them. “Tell me darling.” 

A single tear breaks its way out of your hold as you take a deep breath. “My body just feels so wrong.” Loki gives an understanding sigh as they bring you closer to them, holding you in a tight hug as you finally relax against their form. 

“How about you take a break here?” Loki says, holding you so that you will look at them. You nod with a small smile as Loki takes you to their bed, laying you down lovingly as they sit next to you. 

“My darling, would you like me to remind you how lovely you are?” Their hand returns to your cheek as you cock an eyebrow at them. “And how would you do that?” Loki chuckles as they crawl between your legs. Your heartbeat gets faster as they place a hand on your lower thigh. “If you don't want to, I completely understand, I just thought you should be reminded just how handsome this body of yours is.” Your face gets hot as you tangle your hands in their black hair. “Yeah, you can do that.” 

Loki gives a mischievous smile as they unbuckle your pants, slowly dragging them down your legs as they massage your thighs. “You have no idea how handsome you truly are, do you?” Words get caught in your throat as you attempt to keep your mind in tact. 

Loki's fingers slowly drag your boxers down as they discard your clothing on the floor. Their hands take hold of your thighs as they drag you closer to their mouth, a wolfish grin crawling onto their face. “God, you're stunning.” Their words ignite a fire inside your stomach as they finally give a slow long lick to you, their eyes never leaving yours. “Such a handsome puppy.” A whine is all you can get out as you grip their hair tighter. 

Loki takes that as a sign to go faster as their grip on your thighs gets tighter,making sure their face stays flush with you no matter how much you try to buck your hips. Their tongue suddenly finds its way to your clit, making your hips buck away from them. They immediately move your hips back down, continuing to circle your clit with the tip of their tongue. “Don't move baby boy.” You attempt to follow their command, forcing your body to go limp against their mouth as they massage small circles into your flesh. 

Heat pours into your lower stomach as you hold them closer to you. “I'm gonna cum.” Is all you manage to choke out as you feel Loki grin against your flesh. “Cum for me puppy.” He mutters out. 

It doesn't take much longer for the heat in your stomach to reach its peak. Your legs shake as your eyes roll back, feeling Loki lick you through your orgasm as you slowly calm down. 

Once your eyes meet theirs again, they smile. Leaning over you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. “Let's take a bath now, shall we, darling?” You nod mindlessly as you feel Loki pick you up, carrying you over to their bathing room as you relax against them.