#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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[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.

[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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[f4nrir]

would you be willing to write cock worship with a trans male reader who has a t-dick and miguel o'hara? maybe he's comforting him after a particularly bad bout of dysphoria which made penetration unfavorable to the reader. thanks!

on my tongue

miguel o'hara x trans!male reader

note: i hope i wrote this to how your heart desires, it is my first time doing this and if i could get feedback that would be great!

cw: mirror (sex?), reader's genitals referred to as "dick", usage of "wet", bottom!reader, praise, some spanish.

word count: 1k

“mmh, miguel–” you moaned into the air as he kissed your neck, roughly nipping at your soft skin. his body was placed between your legs as he hovered above you, pinning you underneath him as you both desperately began touching each other. at first, it started with soft kisses and now you can feel his hard bulge poking you through the fabric of your pants.

“i need you. please let me,” he begged against the crook of your neck as he began to work at his pants, unbuckling his belt but you put your hand against his own to make him stop.

“miguel.. not right now,” you said before you sat up and miguel tilted his head, immediately getting off of you. 

“¿estás bien? lo siento si te hice sentir incómodo..” (are you okay? i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable) he whispered under his breath and you shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. you pulled him back down to the bed by the collar of his shirt and quickly gave him a kiss. 

“no, you didn’t… just not feeling the whole penetration thing,” you lowered your head, and slight guilt began to fill in your chest until he put his forehead against yours, understanding what you meant by that. he’d always been understanding during times like these and would take care of you, no questions asked and he always knew what to do to make you feel better. 

he nudged you over to the mirror and you complied, feeling the bed dip when he got on his knees to move behind you. you watched him through the mirror as he began to kiss your neck and wrap his strong arms around your body. you groaned into the touch and looked away from the mirror until he grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look at what he was doing to you.

“you’re going to watch everything i’m going to do to you– you need to know what you do to me. how your body is perfect just the way it is,” you melted at his words and you leaned your body against him, letting him take full control. miguel shifted a bit to give you room so that you weren’t on the edge of the bed as he wanted to make you comfortable. he then took off his shirt, ordering you to do the same and you nodded your head to let him know it was okay. you stared at yourself in the mirror but miguel took your chin, lifting it up so you can look at him before you could get too lost in your thoughts. he pointed down at your pants and you let him take it off for you, admiring how gentle he was with doing so. 

“spread your legs, please,” he asked softly yet sternly, and you followed what he asked you to do. miguel placed his hand in between your legs, slowly touching you and the warmth of his fingers made you moan at the contact. miguel then sat you in between his legs as he pleased you, gently working his fingers over you as he made you watch. 

“you have no idea what you do to me… how you make me weak and how willing i am to give in to you,” he paused for a moment to gently rub up and down your dick with his finger, making it grow with each touch. “your dick is so fuckin’ pretty, i love having it in my mouth. the way you push my head down and make me stay there until you come, i love it all…” 

you mumbled “fuck” over and over again under your breath as he touched you and worshipped you, making you feel like a god in his eyes. during days like these, miguel never fails to show you how much he loves your body and make you feel better about yourself. you watched yourself in the mirror as miguel continued to touch you, noticing the wetness on his fingers and how well he works his fingers to please you. he then glanced at you through the mirror, locking eye contact with you as he made you feel like putty in his arms. 

miguel took his hand away and you groaned in frustration, staring up at him until he got down on his knees by the edge of the bed. he motioned for you to come close to him and you scooted over, spreading your legs open for him. he grabbed your thighs as he dipped his head in between your legs, fully taking you into his mouth. he flicked his tongue and swirled it in your sensitive areas, making you feel like a complete mess under him. you arched your back and your hands found their way into his hair, desperately gripping and tugging on it as he worked his tongue. miguel sucked on you harshly which made you gasp and pin his head down, refusing to let go until you’ve finished. 

“miguel– mi amorcito, i’m gonna come, ah–” with those words, miguel fully flattened his tongue on you and the warmth of his breath was enough to send you over the edge. you moaned his name out loud along with a line of curses as you came, and miguel makes sure that all of it got in his mouth. he chuckled and licked his lips for more, before taking one last taste of you to clean up the mess you made around your inner thighs. 

he stood up and climbed onto the bed with you to kiss you, sneakily forcing his tongue inside of your mouth to make you taste yourself. “you taste amazing. i just had to share..” he mumbled against your lips and you rubbed his back, leaving light scratches against his skin as you do so. 

“thank you, miguel,” you said as you pulled away to catch your breath and he smiled at you, quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“no te preocupes. cualquier cosa por ti, me encanta ayudarte en dias dificiles como estos..” (don’t worry, anything for you. i love to help you on hard days like these…) he kissed the rest of your face, from your forehead to each of your eyelids, your nose, cheek, and lastly your lips. “te amo, mi carińo,” he said as he rested his forehead against yours.

“te quiero mucho, miguel” you mumbled before pulling him into another kiss, hinting for round two so that you could take care of him.

[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.

3.4k words

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?

[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."

[d4m14rt]

PLEASE READ THIS!

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Helping Hide The Truth (Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Trans!Male!Rogers!Reader, 

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia, fear of coming out, body dysphoria

Universe: Could you do maybe a trans male reader who is dating Peter but isnt out to his dad yet I was thinking Steve Rogers Or Bucky I love your writing and I love how you explore your stories ❤️

Peter checked his watch for the 5th time that morning. The morning bell was due to ring in just 15 minutes, and you were nowhere in sight, and Peter was starting to contemplate heading back to his locker, or texting to ask if you wanted him to drop off in the disabled bathroom or to ask if you were even coming in today. Luckily, as he reached for his phone, he saw your dad’s car finally pull up, you jumping out, waving to your dad before rushing up the steps to meet Peter. Peter smiled and waved at your dad- Captain America himself- as he pulled back out the parking lot, and you headed inside, walking at a fast pace.

“The bell’s gonna go off soon.” Peter commented as you both dashed around, pushing through the crowd to find one of the bathrooms or even just a janitor’s closet at this point. Normally when you were on short notice you would just change at your locker- slipping on a baggier shirt and slipping the men’s jeans over your leggings or something, but Peter had noted that today you had come in a dress- and judging by the style, it was Steve’s idea, thought that was obvious anyday. That meant you had to actually find somewhere more private to get changed today. His eyes darted around before he saw MJ at her locker, taking your hand and pulling you in her direction. “MJ!” He called as he approached, and she looked up, seeing you both approaching, what you were wearing, and she immediately knew what was up. She went into her locker, finding her gym bag, and pulled out her towel, unravelling it. 

You stepped hurriedly between her and her locker, her holding one end of the towel against the locker next to her, Peter holding the other end with MJ’s locker door to create a barrier from any onlookers. MJ kept a look out for trouble and also tried to block the view even more with her body, Peter also doing the same when he wasn’t passing you garments, before you gave him the dress with a quick “Done.” and the towel dropped, and Peter shoved the dress into the bag. “Thank you so much.” You told them. 

“Don’t worry about it.” MJ shrugged. “Guessing daddy dearest was adamant on the dress?” She asked and you huffed and nodded, taking the bag from Peter, and shoving it to the bottom of your backpack to go and put in your locker later. 

“I’ll tell him I bumped into someone at lunch and got some crap on it.” You stated. 

“Does that mean we have to get it back out to dump some ketchup on it?” Peter asked. 

“No, we need it to look realistic- you put on the dress and we put ketchup on it.” MJ joked, poking Peter in the chest, making you laugh a little. Peter knew that if that was needed, he’d do it for you. 

Peter had met you when you both started at the highschool a few years ago, and immediately had began bonding over being the ‘weird’ kids. Back then, when he was still getting to know you, Peter had presumed you were shy and self conscious, lacking any confidence, being a total wall flower and wanting to stay out of the spotlight- just trying to survive highschool. That was until the that summer ended and you came back with a new haircut- a much shorter haircut, wearing baggier clothes, clothes that hid any femininity. Peter immediately got an inkling that he may have been wrong about his presumptions about you, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Instead, he complimented your new hair, and the way you lit up at it didn’t help his spidey sense. You thanked him, explaining how you got into an argument with your dad about it before you inevitably went behind his back to get it done, but now it was done and he couldn’t do anything about it and so he didn’t say anything about it. Peter had joked about him being old fashioned, in which you laughed the loudest he’d ever heard. It was then you told him how right he was, and who your dad actually was. 

It was in the middle of the next school break when you two were hanging around at his that he had told you he was Spiderman, and in return, you told him you were trans, and was keeping it a secret from your 1940’s dad. It was about 2 weeks after that, that you and Peter sucked up the courage to ask each other out at literally the same time.

Peter had took the information exceedingly well. He came up with the idea to have spare clothes at school to change into to make you more comfortable around your peers, which also helped you keep your secret from your dad- all he saw was the short hair but the ‘normal’ clothes when he dropped you off and picked you up, totally unaware that you had begun socially transitioning at school, and with surprising success. Of course, after a close run in one time in which Peter as Spiderman had to save you and him using your correct pronouns in front of some of your classmates- including Flash- people didn’t want to attempt to use that against you knowing that Spiderman seemingly knew you personally, and then when it came out who your dad was… yeah, people at school used your pronouns, if mostly out of pure fear. 

Since being able to be yourself for the most part at school and when away from your dad, Peter had noticed how you had changed. You were chattier, more vibrant. Happier, and he loved it, and he was willing to do anything to keep it that way- even if it meant sneaking you clothes at the beginning the day and taking them back before your dad picked you up, or lying to the Avengers to ensure they didn’t pass any information on to Steve.

The day passed by like any normal day, at the end of lunch time you did get the dress back out temporarily, smearing some ketchup on the skirt before putting it back in the bag and your locker, and dropping a text to your dad that you’d had to change and that your dear boyfriend and leant you an old hoodie and pants, sprinkling in a comment on how sweet Peter was for going out of his way to get you cleaned up and new clothes in such short notice, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t read it for a while or even at all and would ask you what happened to your dress. 

After the last bell rang and you and Peter were gathering your things from your locker, you discussed future plans. “How about this weekend if your dad has nothing planned with you, we could go to the mall? We could pick some clothes up for you but keep them at mine or in your locker?” Peter asked. 

“Why, running out of hoodies? I can give some back.” You teased him with a grin.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll just steal them back next time I come and visit you- I was just thinking, since they’re all my style, I thought it would be nice for you to have some pieces you could actually claim as yours. You could excuse it to your dad as backup clothes since he must think you’re super clumsy at school, but…” He explained.

“That sounds… nice. I’ll ask my dad if I can go out with you on the weekend.” You told him with a soft smile, closing your locker door, and sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to sneak around like this for clothes of all things. The fact that I’m sneaking in and out clothes that make me feel good about myself and not my literal boyfriend just feels… wrong.” 

“I know.” Peter frowned. “Has your dad made any… comments? Good or bad?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“No clue what he thinks, honestly not sure if he even knows what being trans even means.” You told him as you both started walking down the hallways towards the main exit. 

“Would you like me to… look into it?” Peter offered. You stopped walking, looking at him with apprehension. “Like… we recently had the official lesson on gender identities, I can bring it up with Tony, ask if your dad and Thor has had that talk and how they feel about it. If he asks questions on why, I can maybe pull together a fake project about ‘old world views’ on that kind of thing and if the ‘not from his time’ argument actually holds up with Steve and Thor and that you didn’t want to bring it up with him in case he got defensive or something.” He excused. 

“Are you sure? You know if you do this we will actually have to make that fake project, which could include interviewing my own dad about his views on his own son that he doesn’t know is his son?” 

“I’ll interview him- conflict of interest. You put together a rough draft of a plan for this project in case Tony talks to your dad so you can show him the rough draft to make it seem real. Maybe we can turn it into actually educating him, introducing it to him so one day you can actually be yourself to him.” He suggested. You hesitated, but eventually nodded. 

“I still don’t plan to come out till I’m 18, just in case.” 

“I understand. I love you, and I love seeing you love yourself, but I know you also love your dad and how much he means to you and that you don’t want to damage that relationship. If I can somehow make sure that doesn’t happen, I want to do that… if this fake project gets too close to home, please just say, we can make up an excuse about changing the subject or the project being cancelled or changed.” 

“Thank you Peter, I really appreciate it, and everything you’ve been doing to help me through this I can’t thank you enough and it’s one of the many reasons that I love you.” You told him, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him close and kissing him, before you heard a honk from a car, knowing that it was your dad’s car. You sighed, pulling away from him. “If I’m able to come over on the weekend, can you ask your Aunt May if she can make that lasagna?” You asked, making your boyfriend laugh. You asked that last week, and the week prior. Aunt May was more than happy to make it. 

“Sure thing.” He told you, stealing a quick peck, hearing another honk from your dad before you turned and rushed to get in your dad’s car, waving at him as your dad drove off. 

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[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

Super love ig

prompt: "i understand that you want to be supportive and i appreciate that, but is covering the house in pride flag bunting really the way to go?" (X)

word count: 474

A/N: this is rly short and unedited and i literally never write fluff but i was supposed to finish this in june but i never did so. yea 😭

Peter Parker was just so adorable. 

You had brought him to a coffee shop in hopes that the calming environment would somehow make the news go over easier for both of you. His bright smile never faltered once the entire time, he was always happy to be out with you.  

"So, what's up, love?"

"So.. Peter, you know I love you, right?"

 he could tell you were nervous by the way you clasped your hands around your coffee cup, and how your eyes darted around the cafe

"Peter.. I.."

You swallowed heavily and your knees felt like jelly, (even though you were sitting down)

"I think I may be.. trans? I know this is sudden, but I don't really feel female anymore, i know I look like one and maybe act like one, but i just feel masculine"

Silence.

Then his usual smile spread over his face and he reassured you that he loved you, and you knew it would all be okay

———

A couple weeks went by, and everything was perfect. You even went by a new name and pronouns, and of course Peter Parker was always supportive. He even began introducing you as his boyfriend.

but then peter began acting weird.. He seemed like he was keeping you out of the house more often, and he started to make sure he learned what time you were going to be home

It made you begin to wonder if he was changing his mind.. if he was suddenly uncomfortable with you being trans and the thought of that made your heart crumble 

one day, you pulled up to your house from work and saw him standing in your driveway, looking nervous.

"Peter?" you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car, wanting answers you knew you deserved

Peter softly smiled at you, before being cut off by your frown

"If you're suddenly unhappy, you can just tell me. Peter, I made it specifically clear that I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me after-"

"It's not that at all."

"Then what is it? You've been weird for weeks. I miss you"

"Just come inside and see - It'll make sense"

You rolled your eyes as you followed him into your house and thought "I hope this is worth it"

Inside, the entire house was decorated in various pride flags, mostly the trans one

"Oh my fucking god, Pete, what did you do?"

He smiled his usual dorky smile "I wanted to show you how much I love you! Besides, it wasn't super expensive. Consider it a token of my love, hon"

You look around again, your house a full on blue, pink, white, and rainbow mess.

"I understand that you want to be supportive and i appreciate that, but was covering the house in pride flag bunting really the way to go?" 

reblogs are better than likes, support writers

[marvels-bitch-boy]

It's me, the anon who requested the fic that eventually became Snowfall, back again ☃️

Lemme get, uhh, can I get a Wanda x male reader....yeah, let's do that aight *cracks knuckles*

Can I request a wanda x male reader where r has liked Wanda for a while but has been too scared of messing up their friendship to tell her. But one night they're at a party at the Avengers HQ and Wanda ends up drinking a tad too much and r ends up taking care of her because he always takes care of the drunk people and at some point during the night she lets it slip that she has feelings for him and he doesn't say anything because he knows she's drunk and probably won't remember anything in the morning. But the next morning she remembers telling him and is all embarrassed and then he tells her that he likes her too and yeah that's it. Do with that what you will, end it however you want, fill it with fluff and angst, keep up the good work, thank you for your time and consideration

Sincerely,

☃️

*Cracks Knuckles* OKAY!!!! I've decided to do something different. I have things I like about both versions I made for you. So I'm just gonna give you both!!! I changed my mind!!

Version 1: Wanda x Male Reader

“C’mon Wanda! Just one date with the guy” Tony walked hot on her trail as she entered the training room. You stopped your movement as soon as your fist left the punching bag in front of you. For almost a month now the entire team -except you- had been trying to set her up with practically every guy in the state, at team dinners they’d bring it up, at parties they’d all invite a new guy every night. She caught your glance you quickly went back to your activity. You felt her eyes on you even as she began to speak, overhearing the rest of the conversation put you slightly at ease. 

“Tony… again, I’m not interested. Just drop it.” 

“Okay but you haven’t even met him, and you keep rejecting all the others, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were…  secretly with someone already” Nevermind, you stopped again and began to pack up your things, you didn’t want to hear this anymore. The thought of Wanda being with anyone started to make you nauseous, and if she did this was not the way you wanted to find out.

She didn’t speak for a moment before her voice got louder it echoed through the large matted room. “I’m not, you just keep suggesting guys who aren’t my type.” stopping in your tracks you turn around and face the pair, what you’re about to do could be pretty risky if you didn’t word it right. “What exactly is your type? I might know a guy…” as you said this she seemed to look at you with desperation and her shoulders deflated slightly. Shit. That wasn’t the reaction you hoped for. “-I mean, I know you better than Tony. I’d have better luck” again you felt like those words weren’t the ones you should have used. She looked at you with a mix of emotions and you chose to drop it now. You turned away and took one step towards the door before you heard Tony call out to you. “Hold up there Mama-Bear, you coming to the party tonight?” You flipped the bird and faced him. “Yup, only to make sure I don’t end up fishing you out of the pool again.” The last few parties he’s thrown have ended with you carrying him back to bed or just plain babysitting the rest of the team while you stayed stone-cold sober the entire night. You actually once had to carry a past out thor back to bed, his hammer was on the top of the toilet seat so you had to sober him up first thing in the morning. He didn’t like that very much. 

Wanda now called out for you and you couldn’t help but stop for her. “You wanna spar? I could use some help” you pretended to contemplate for a moment before smirking at her “loser has to drink anything the winner orders them tonight” she grew a cheeky smile and agreed. These kinds of bets you loved with the witch, she always used her powers and you always found a way to win. Tony rolled his eyes and went to leave as you dropped your bag at the edge of the mat. “You know my type. Why’d you ask?” she eyed you up and down. You of course knew her type. After all, she was practically your best friend, you just wanted to make sure you checked off all the boxes. See you have been in love with this girl for over a year now, you never made a move or even considered she’d see you like that. I mean no one on the team had tried to set you two up. If no one else thought it’d work why should you? Plus, you loved your friendship with her, ruining that would be like putting ketchup on an ice cream sundae. Absolutely horrific.

“Just wanted to double check…sometimes things change” you let a small smile lift the side of your mouth and within seconds you launched yourself at the witch. She didn’t fully dodge you and instead, she ended up tackling you to the floor and landed on top of you. Your faces were inches from each other, you could feel her breath on your skin and you only looked into her eyes. “Somethings do,” she said before you felt frozen in place and noticed you had red clasping your hands to the mat and your abdomen was pinned by another bar of red. You laughed and she still looked at you with an expression you hadn’t seen on her face. 

You tapped the mat three times and she let you go with a victorious smile. “How do you feel about Vodka? Or Absinthe? -you know what don’t tell me, it's more fun that way” you looked at her with soft eyes and you knew that tonight would involve a lack of babysitting.

- - -

That was a fuckin lie. You were now holding tony above your head as he was whining to be put down. “That was a dick move man,” he stopped whining and now sulked in defeat. “Apologize to her, she said she didn’t want to meet the guy” you put him down and looked around for Wanda who you had lost in the commotion of yelling at Tony. He had arrived with a man who in your opinion looked familiar, he was very giddy to meet Wanda. It made you uncomfortable to even look at him. You wouldn’t say you were the jealous type but after you saw Tony drinking more with his buddy and stumbling around to her with the man, you pulled him aside and began to chastise him. Your gaze went from concerned to a slightly surprised and then quickly heartbroken one. You saw her at the bar with the companion of the tin man. She seemed like she was actually flirting with the guy. But why? She never flirted back with the guys the team brought for her. She never even once left your side at these parties but now you were alone with a drunk Tony and for the first time ever you felt like you needed a drink. You grabbed the tray of champagne that passed by you the fifth time tonight and drank at least three of the glasses. Tony looked at you with pure shock and a shit-eating grin. He lifted his arms and cheered before he was the one dragging you over to the table set up with cups on either end and the two men on one side cheered when they saw you. It was Sam and Thor who looked at you as if you had come back from isolation. Tony handed you a drink and soon you were playing beer pong. 

You felt a hand tap you on the shoulder and you turned around with a drunken smile to greet the girl. “WANDA!!! Have you had this before? it’s great!!” you handed her the cup that was in your hand, she looked at you surprised and concerned. This was the first time she had seen you actually drink at a party. She seem to understand what to do but she sniffed the drink and looked at tony like he had poisoned you. “Did you give him a cup of Vodka!?” he looked at her with his signature grin and nodded like a sugar-high toddler. “Y/N how about you have some water?” she attempted to guide you away from the game but you wiggled away. The sight would have made her laugh if not for the concern she was holding in. “No! I haven’t finished the game, why don’t you go flirt with that guy again” you turned away with a sour mood covering your entire face. You landed another shot and everyone cheered but you turned back around and saw that Wanda was already gone. You lazily excused yourself from the crowd and made your way to the bathroom. Purging yourself of the last 20 or so shots you had ingested and forcibly sobering up -even though you couldn’t figure out how to open the bathroom door again for 10 minutes. Wandering around for Wanda you now found her at the bar with a few girls sat next to her who saw you and seemed to light up. Wanda though caught their stares and fell into you, you wrapped your arms around her and held her up. “I’m tired now” is all she said and all you needed to hear before you nodded in agreement and walked her out. Still slightly intoxicated you both used the other for support as you walked the hallways of the compound. 

After climbing a flight of stairs you slid down the wall to the floor to catch your breath, the witch decided to do the same and soon the two of you were sitting side by side. She put her head on your shoulder and runs her fingers along your forearm. You giggled at this and she looked up at you with a smile. “You’re cute when you do that,” your eyes were between open and closed as you took in her words. “Actually…” her voice got lower and she leaned up to your ear “You’re cute all the time” this made your body light up and your face filled with shock. You opened your mouth to speak but she stopped you. “Remember when you asked my type?” she sat up and played with your fingers that sat on your thigh. You nodded and she continued “Well, I do think you’d have better luck… you know why?” 

You smiled “Cause I’m your best friend?” you laughed a little and those words seemed to knock her back a little. She sunk back down and quickly got up. “Hey, wait where are you going?” you struggled to get up as fast as she did but when you did you reached out to stop her and grabbed her wrist. When you did you tugged her back to you and now you were standing closer than you usually would, your hand still around her wrist and your faces as close -if not closer- than they were when you spared that afternoon. “I- I don’t…” you were looking deeper into her eyes than you had ever before “-I wanna be your type. I don’t wanna be friends” you felt yourself leaning in but you were quickly stopped by the sound of Tony's laughter filling the hall. You caught what you were about to do and your pulse sped up rapidly before your breathing joined and you apologized before you practically ran away. You could hear her call after you but your instinct overpowered your heart and you continued all the way back to your room. As soon as you closed the door you felt the rest of the drinks from tonight come rushing up and ran to the bathroom. 

- - -

The next morning you woke up in the bathtub… you didn’t even realize you had a bathtub. Your head pounded and after about what felt like an hour you heard a knock at your door. It came again and you yelled at the door. Not at whoever was on the other side -but the actual door. When you opened it you found Wanda with the messiest hair you’ve ever seen and two cups of coffee. She looked like shit, and you felt like shit. You invited her in and as soon as you got close to her the memories of last night began to flood your mind. At first, it was the ones of her and you on the floor, the sweet words she said and then slowly the ones that you wanted to forget the most. Her with the man Tony invited, the two of them flirting at the bar and the feeling of hurt that had overcome you.

She set her coffee down on your nightstand before plopping face-first into your bed. She slowly lifted her head and looked at you confused. “Why is your bed already made?”. You let out a forced laugh and groaned as your head once again pounded. “Slept in the tub…-did you know we have tubs?” you said as you too flopped onto the bed. 

“I did not… wait you slept in the tub?” you nodded and she laughed before groaning again. “I slept with my head on the floor… the rest of me was in the bed… is it weird I liked it?” 

“Of course,” you sipped your coffee and turned to her. “...you wouldn’t happen to remember last night?” she looked at you and slowly shook her head. “Cool, -I -I don’t either” you avoided her gaze and reached for your phone. “Shit. I have a call from Tony… And seven from Sam,” you whispered “I didn’t even know he had my number” Then you notice the voicemail that was from Wanda. Your thumb hovered over the play button but you quickly closed the device and turned to her. “Want doughnuts?” her head was now enveloped in the pillow. “I want a lobotomy” she murmured which caused you to snicker. She hit you in the shoulder and it hurt wayyy more than it should have. You lifted the sleeve of your shirt and saw a big purple bruise, it was oddly shaped and you knew what it was from… You’ve decided to never drink again -or listen to Tony.

Getting up from the bed you tapped her leg and she jolted back to the land of the living. “C’mon, we have to eat” you grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and went into the bathroom. As you took off your shirt you saw a mark on your neck, it wasn’t purple but the colour seemed familiar. You shrugged it off and soon the two of you began the trek to the kitchen. As soon as you got there you were greeted by a cheerful Steve and a very hungover Sam and Tony. Sam only looked between you and Wanda and Tony whistled before chastising himself for the loud noise. “You get my call kid? Or were you too busy?” your face scrunched up and Wanda just moved away from you slightly. 

“No, I was too busy passed out in the tub…-Did you know we have tubs?” Sam chuckled. 

“Oh sure… busy in the tub” he winked and you could feel the smoke coming out of your head from trying to understand his words. 

Tony beckoned Wanda over and whispered something in her ear before her face went red and she whispered something back. He then looked at you “you remember anything from last night? Beer pong?... Our little chat?” he said the last part very suspiciously. You shook your head and went to help Wanda make breakfast. Now though she seemed skittish being this close to you. What the hell was this about? She didn’t remember everything last night? Did she? You stopped moving and stood there just looking at her. Her hair was still messed up, her lipstick was smudged slightly, and she had on a large sweatshirt she stole from you a few months ago. You were transfixed on her, how could you not be? I mean she was one of the most perfect people you’ve ever met. You could talk for hours about how perfect she is, but you didn’t have hours because she landed a hand on your arm. “Y/N? You okay?” 

You blinked a few times and came back from the space in your head. “Hm? Yeah no I’m fine” the two of you stood there with silence hanging over you like an umbrella in a rainstorm. Her hand didn’t leave your arm until you looked down at it. She took it away and your warmth seemed to diminish. “You -um -you wanna watch- uh-... nevermind I just remembered I have some reports to finish” the awkwardness that seemed to have adjusted to your shoulders. You felt the need to leave the situation as soon as possible. You grabbed a random fruit on the way out and took as big of a bite as you can. You mumbled a goodbye through a mouthful of apple.

- - -

There was no way that she wouldn’t tell you if she remembered, she wouldn’t have just pretended unless she didn’t feel the same. She probably didn’t feel the same. Sitting in the conference room alone with only a few pieces of paper you just stared directly at them. It looked like a toddler attempting to sort shapes. Your brain was not at all working on those reports and more focused on Wanda. “Fuck” the only word you had said in hours, you forgot the sound of your voice and just kept repeating random words. “Shit… rough… clam… parcel-” 

“-Hey you okay?” 

“AH FUCK!?....” you turned around after the outburst and saw the one person you hoped to avoid at the moment. “Heyyyyy… just finishing the reports” you pursed your lips and avoided eye contact with her. She leaned against the door frame and even though you were trying to avoided looking into her eyes you were still captivated by the rest of her. Giving in you finally looked into her eyes and you could see the concern that she had stored in them. “You okay?” you waited for her response with concern of her own. “...your head okay?” she smiled a beautiful small smile that fixed all the concern you had. 

“It’s better…just wanted to ask if you were up for a little lunch?” she bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for your response. There was rarely ever a time that you declined time with her. You hadn’t even done it on missions, you made sure to call her whenever she needed it, you tried to figure out an excuse without seeming suspicious. Hurting her feelings also had to be taken into account, there wasn’t really a way out at the moment. Interrupting your thoughts she spoke up “it’s okay if you can’t… just wanted to hangout” you felt the guilt from last night and this morning begin to pile up. You hated doing this. You hated not being near her and you hated that you possibly ruined the best relationship you had on the team. No matter how much you wanted more from her. 

“I- uh, I do have to finish these… I’m sorry-” you frowned as she cut you off.

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine, doesn’t matter I’ll just ask someone else” 

That stung, you felt tears begin to rush towards your eyes. You declined one lunch and she’s already going to replace you. Maybe you weren’t as special to her as she was to you. “Maybe we can talk later?” you held your breath as you waited for an answer and she fiddled with her rings. She looked down at the floor and took in a deep breath. She mumbled something which you couldn’t quite catch. “Again, I’m sorry” 

She waved it off and once again said its fine. You spun the chair back to the table and plopped your head down. Groaning to get rid of the guilt that was making its way to your heart. Shit. How would you fix this now? You’ve been avoiding her, acting weird, and she definitely can tell when you’re lying to her. Fuck man! Theres no way she isn’t worried or suspicious. You know exactly what you have to do. You have to man up and tell her the truth. You stood up and left the empty reports on the table and  began your search for Wanda.

- - -

You walked around almost the entire compound and still have yet to find her, you decided to go to places you knew she wouldn’t go voluntarily. You entered Tony’s lab and were greeted by bruce who was sitting at a desk glued to a monitor. Looking around there was no sign of her until you reach Tony’s office door -wasn’t his actual office more of a glorified storage closet- and you overheard a small bit of their conversation. 

“Can you just please give me his number?”

You could tell what Tonys’ face looked like just from his tone “mmmm… not until you tell me why you’ve changed your mind, was it because of a certain someone? Or a few too many drinks?” 

“Fine. I had too many drinks last night and I said alot of things I didn’t mean, now can you please give me his number?” You felt your heart fold in on itself. You didn’t think she could have meant what she said but hearing the confirmation from the source itself hurt just as much as her saying it straight to your face. You felt your eyes begin to sting with tears and suddenly you heard Bruces voice call out to you. You froze in place and quickly looked back to the open door that led to the two. They were already to the door when you turned around to walk away. Again like last night you ignored the calls from Wanda to make you stop. 

Walking down the hallway as fast as you can you came to a stop as you got to the two double doors of the training room. You went in and immediately got to punching the life out of the reinforced bag. Letting out the sadness and frustration you felt. You hit the bag over and over again. You felt your knuckles burn as you made contact. You didn’t hear the doors open and you didn’t hear the steps that made their way to you. It wasn’t until red covered the bag and stopped it in motion. You turned around with anger and were met with last person you wanted to see for a moment. The two of you stood there silent with tension as sharp as a blade. It only began to falter when your breathing began to flow down. Your mind returned to its pervious state and you let the hurt hit your face. You knew you were blame but you couldn’t help the pain that filled you. 

“I remember last night…” tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Do you?” She looked at you with sympathy and guilt. “Yeah…” this should have released some of the pain that you were holding in. “Did you mean what you said? -last night, that you don’t wanna be friends?” She took a step forward closer and you only stayed in place. You nodded your head, it felt like this was going in a direction that you had feared. “Yeah… did you mean what you said to Tony? Did you mean what you said last night?” tears slowly ran down your cheek. This time you took a step forward. “Do you really think I’d have better luck?” she nodded and you two became as close as you did the night before. You could feel her heartbeat with the close proximity, you felt her take your hand in hers. 

“Do know what my type is?...” she leaned in and spoke softly “it’s you, and only you” She closed the distance between the two of you. You felt yourself lean in and you shared a tender and soft kiss. It was full of emotion and everything you wanted to say to her.

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I hope you enjoyed it and I want you to know I put a lot of though into this and I do think it could be improved a lot and I hope someday I can do that for you!

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[mlm-writer]

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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[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.

[lieutnt]

Trans!Steven Grant x Male Reader Summary: Just a little thing I thought up while I was writing a completely different oneshot about Steven. Warnings: Thigh riding, praise kink.

Thinking about Trans!Steven, who gets so incredibly wet when he’s horny, so much so that he’s dripping even before you situate him on your thigh. When he starts grinding, clit catching the fabric every so often, your whole thigh is drenched, his slick soaking through to the point you can feel it on your skin. 

But, no matter how long you’ve been together, he still gets embarrassed that you turn him on so much, so he’s tucking his face into your neck, trying to hide. 

Unfortunately for him, being so close to your ear means you can hear every little whimper and moan he lets out, which only encourages you to tighten your grip on his hips to help him along when he starts to run out of steam. It also means that you’re ceaseless with your praise, and through the arousal curling in his gut, Steven’s listening to you, pleasure spiking as you tell him how good he sounds, encouraging him to keep going, to take what he needs from you.

He’s whining when he teeters on the edge, grinding alone not enough stimulation to push him over. You pick up on it, how his thrusts lose their rhythm, but you can never let him off easy, so instead you’re dipping down to press kisses into the skin near his ear, mumbling “What’s the matter Steven?”

He shakes his head, the desperation to cum easily overpowering his embarrassment. “It’s not enough,” he cries, one of his hands taking yours from his hip to pull it down to his clit, and he nearly deafens you with his moan when you start to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. With the added stimulation he cums quickly, a new wave of slick dampening your thigh even further as he trembles above you, panting into your neck and desperately clinging onto you to keep you close as he rides out his high.

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um um!! it's me again :3 could you do Miguel O'Hara x transmale reader who's having a bit of a breakdown, but not romantic.. sorta like a father & son typa thing? Sorry if that's specific, I just need more fatherfigure O'Hara in my life 🙃

Fatherly Miguel O’Hara is so cute😭 I think that—

Miguel was probably looking for you for a reason but no one knew where you were. You were checked in though so he decided to search himself. Finding you alone in a corner of the spider society, curled into yourself, he approached cautiously. He sat beside you slowly, watching as your head shot up. You frantically wiped your tears as you realized that someone was near you, embarrassed that it was Miguel. He’d watch you intently, analyzing how he should go about this. He’d tell you that it was alright and would ask quietly why you were sad, affirming that it was ok to rant to him if needed. So you did, you opened up about your struggles, deciding to trust the usually stoic man that sat next to you. He gave you honest advice as he heard you off, slipping in a few sly compliments to try and boost your morale. After you were done he’d open up a bit too, sharing struggles of his that he thought you could relate to in the moment before telling you how he overcame them. He’d pull you into a side hug, telling you that he was here for you if you needed him again and finally, you smiled. Helping you up, you both left to grab some food, him making sure you were fully alright in the end.

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