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Uniform Kink with Johnny Storm

A/N: I think I’m getting sick 😑 So if this feels rushed or too fast, I just didn’t have the motivation to write out a full length sex scene. Blame my achy body

Written for this request and the Kinktober prompt Uniform Kink. Also, I based this on the older movie version of Johnny, but this follows no canon events

Written with an ftm!Reader in mind

Link to masterlist here

CW: Reader gets felt up; ass groping; Reader is a superhero; Johnny is Reader’s teammate and boyfriend; dirty talk?; this is full on public sex, I think; light grinding; Reader’s arousal is called slick; Johnny tastes Reader’s slick; mentions of future oral sex; nudity; mild smut; explicit sexual content; quick sex; being seen, sort of?; Reader and Johnny’s exploits end up in a newspaper; Johnny is implied to be very wild about sex

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“Johnny!” You hiss, swatting his hand away from your ass for the umpteeth time. “Not the time or place!”

He immediately moves his hand back, grinning unashamedly. “Come on, no one’s looking. Who’d even be able to tell anyway?”

He’s… unfortunately not wrong. You’re on patrol, currently stationed on top of an apartment building. No one’s looking up. No one would be able to tell. The temptation is there.

You scowl at him. “No. No way. Not in a million— Oh, stop that!”

You swat his hand again as he shamelessly feels your ass. He snickers, giving you as best of an innocent look as he can muster. “Come on, babe… You know I can’t resist you when you’re all dressed up.”

Your eyes narrow, but you let him rest a hand on your hip. Your first mistake.

Johnny grins as if he knows he’s won. He leans in closer, lowering his voice to that tone you’re weak for. “You look so sexy in that suit… Parading that ass around… Showing off your handsome body to the world…That’s hotter than me, babe.”

You try your best to not be affected by his words. But then he runs his hands up and down your sides, giving you that delicious smug look he wears so well.

He grips your ass, giving it a light squeeze. “You know you want to…”

You groan softly, knowing he’s right. You do want to. That’s the problem. You want to, but it feels so wrong to do it in the open.

Johnny starts to kiss along your jaw, hands kneading your ass. Your arousal starts to build, but by bit.

“But it’ll look so bad if we’re caught…”

“Who’s gonna catch us?” He counters. “We’re too high up. No one’s even gonna see us.”

His fingers dip into the waistband of your pants. Not too far; just enough to tease. You can feel yourself growing wetter.

It’s so wrong. But… you can’t deny there’s a thrill to it. Your body relaxes and he chuckles. “That’s it. I knew you’d come around.”

He sounds so smug you’re almost tempted to say no just to spite him. But you hold your tongue. “Shut up.”

He laughs and kisses you. You kiss him back, tangling your fingers into his hair. It’s his weakness, your hands in his hair. Scratching at his scalp, combing through the strands, even lightly tugging…

He moans into the kiss, sliding a leg between your thighs. You readily grind down, letting your worries slip to the back of your mind. Your focus is on Johnny now, and he’s clearly intent on keeping it there.

The foreplay doesn’t last long. He’s too hungry for you. Too horny to contain himself. His kisses grow greedy and you move your hands from his hair as his scalp grows hot. You have no interest in getting your hands burned off for the sake of sex.

He backs you against the A/C unit, stripping the lower half of your suit down. You yelp as the cold air breezes past your slick parts. He trails his fingers along you, leaving slivers of heat that only add to your arousal.

He collects your slick, popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean like he’s tasting candy. “So delicious. I could eat you out all day, babe.”

“Why don’t you?” You challenge.

He grins. “Oh, I will. But right now? I need to be inside you.”

He undresses, practically getting naked right there on the rooftop. His suit has fewer pieces than yours, not that you’re complaining. You’re just enjoying the view.

He pulls you closer, lifting you up easily. You wrap your legs around his waist, moaning as he slides into you. It’s undeniably hot; the fact that you’re fucking in the open. You could be called in to help at any moment, but that doesn’t seem to matter right now.

All you can feel is his dick, thrusting hard into you.

You fuck dirty, fast and eager. Neither of you take your time; choosing speed over comfort. But when you cum? Oh, you could bask in the haze for hours.

You’re just getting all put back together when your communicator device beeps. You relay the message to Johnny. “They need us at HQ.”

He grins and finishes putting on his suit. ���Wanna bet we make headlines?”

You groan and turn away. “I’d rather not think about it. HQ first and then we can worry about that.”

He just laughs and gives you a wink. “You got it, handsome.”

You do, in fact, make headlines. The rest of your team doesn’t let you live it down for months afterward, but you don’t regret it. When it comes to your boyfriend, a rooftop isn’t nearly the most scandalous place you’ve fucked. Not by a long shot.

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okay . . hear me out; ak!jason who has a kink w creampies. he doesn’t know why his body literally craves it like oxygen w his bf (ftm n on birth control!), he just wants it so bad!! ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა

031 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 poor arkham knight misses his boyfie’s cute cunt, so when his partner in crime takes over for the night, he gives you a little surprise!

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AK! JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. tons of breeding (duh!), mentions of impregnation, size kink, jason todd being an amazing boyfie! <3

・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ as an apology for not doing well this kinktober, have a lil halloween gift frome yours truely! :3 ty for everyone who pitched in and to those who’s requests haven’t been fufilled for kinktober, they will be as normal smuts. thank you sm for understanding! <3

rationality wasn’t jason’s best concept to grip, especially regarding his lovely little boyfriend.

coming home battered and bruised, drenched in sweat as pieces of his armor crashed onto the ground only for you to still rush into a tight hug with him made his shell a little bit softer and his dick a little harder.

if only he had time for you, something that comes every blue moon. after all, vengeance waits for no one, not with the scars the knight bears. yet the urge never fully washed out, no matter how many times he strokes his dick silly until his hands are covered in cum. the sight of your dumb lil' eyes peering at him makes him harder then a fucking rock.

every peek at your barley covered ass, every tight embrace, every needy kiss drove jason mad. the thought of a quickie wasn't enough, he needed to stuff you full load by load. so imagine his relief when slade promised to watch over the bats for the night, allowing the knight to tear through the road all the way home while you laid unsuspectingly in bed.

the familiar banging noises startled you from falling asleep, followed by heavy footsteps with heavy static breathing. your feet barley touched the ground when the door swung open and a wild jason pushed you back onto the mattress.

"jay..? what's wrong?" you asked timidly while pressing a hand against his cheek.

you would get your answer once you felt something poking at your thigh. while being no stranger to his length and girth, the same pit in your stomach still formed. it's been a long while.

"'m sorry baby-" "don't apologize..!"

you giggled, a sound that made jason near bursting. you continued even while he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and boxers far enough to where his cock slapped against his stomach, revealing his neglect in it's full glory with precum already leaking down the base. you didn't even realize how spread your legs were, not until he tore your underwear clean off and pushed himself in with a groan of relief.

the warm wetness of your pussy engulfs his girth perfectly, almost like it was designed for his cock. jason, while never admitting this, always enjoys the first moments of penetration. the waves of chills, the sound your cunt makes and the breathy moan of relief you let out through your lips. fuckin’ perfect, too good to be true.

“a-ahh..hah..jason..”

you whispered, tangled with the sweetest whines that only feed the knight’s insatiable need to fuck you full with his seed. snapping his hips against yours in a frantic motion, his balls slapping against your ass as your legs are forced up until your feet faced the ceiling.

“ja!—jason! right there..oh fuck! right there..

your moans were chopped up thanks to his relentless pace, nonetheless, babbling your pretty mouth away as he already found your poor cervix. all while the vigilante remained focused on his primal goal, ignoring your pleas to slow down.

“mm no can do baby..not ‘till i’m done with ya.”

he groaned, now gripping the pillow your head rested on. the headboard banged against the wall, surely leaving a couple holes that’ll become a massive dent later. “fuckkk..atta boy, he’s like a fuckin’ vice around m’dick. don’t ya think?”

you couldn’t even reply, not with your brain becoming cock drunk mush. eyes rolled into your head as the knot in your stomach threatened to snap at any moment. you begged through broken sobs for him to let you cum. for him to fuck a baby in you. something that punches a chuckle out of the knight.

“oh..baby, i’ll give you a cute lil’ kid one day..jus’ wait a little longer, okay?”

he cooed in his typical faux sympathy voice, chuckling until he finally groaned an indication of his own orgasm. his pace growing sloppier by the second as you screwed your eyes shut.

he didn’t even say a word when he came balls deep inside you, only pressing his full body weight onto your smaller figure until you milked every last drop from his cock. after all, there’s not a chance he’d let even the tiniest bit spill out of you. your legs twitched and your stomach felt weirdly full as jason laid on top of you, out of breath.

“baby..” you whined, pouting a little. “i didn’t get to cum yet..”

jason, exhausted yet relived from his post mission boner, simple began to move his hips against yours once again.

“sorry pretty boy..lemme make it up to you right here, how about that..?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

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Age Difference with Logan Howlett

A/N: I hope this satisfies both the age difference and the bratting for this request. It’s not mentioned in the fic, but I wrote the Reader to be in his twenties or so.

ALSO!!! This fic is dedicated to the wonderful anon who sent me such a nice ask the other day. Thank you for your words; they were deeply appreciated. Also, bc it wouldn’t be here without them, this is dedicated to the anon who requested it. I hope it fits what you were wanting <3

Written for an ftm!Reader

Link to masterlist here

CW: bratting; implied age difference (Reader is younger than Logan); language; explicit sexual content; smut; mentioned spanking; Reader’s arousal is called slick; Logan carries Reader; Reader is called devil, pretty boy, and good boy; spanking; errrr Logan smacks Reader’s parts; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; mentioned crying; slight fingering; Logan tastes Reader’s slick; unprotected penetrative sex; rough sex; missionary position, I think?; implied multiple rounds; implied cum eating; implied cunnilingus; no mentioned aftercare

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It starts as all your great plans do. By impulse and a touch of chaos.

“Hey. Can you get me a beer since you’re in the kitchen?”

You don’t even look up at the sound of Logan’s voice. You know he’s talking to you, but you make him say it again before glancing over at him. “Hmm? You want what?”

His eyes narrow. You know he can tell you’re up to something. “A beer. Please.”

You almost do it. Just for the addition of the please. But the chaos in you wins out. You turn away again. “Do it yourself.”

Then, just to add fuel to the fire, you add, “Old man.”

Silence. You revel in it. It’s not everyday you can get him like this.

After a few moments of you continuing to not get the beer, he stands up and gets it himself. Muttering, “Fucking brat,” on his way back.

You know you’ve gotten off lightly, but that’s not what you were wanting. No, you want to see him all riled up and pissed off. He always fucks you rough on those days.

You do it again on a mission.

“Hey, kid, can you pass me the—“

“No.” You hate it when he calls you kid. It makes you feel small. A little too young. And he usually remembers that.

“Please, can I have the—“

“Nope. Go fetch, old man.”

You can feel how much he wants to spank you. Smack you across the ass and growl out that you need to behave.

But you’re around others, so he just grunts angrily and goes to get it himself.

The final blow is when he’s in the mansion garage. It’s late. Everyone’s in bed except for him. And you, but only because you spent way too long waiting for him and now you’re pissed enough to go find him.

You lean against his workbench, watching him intently. You know he knows you’re there, but he only acknowledges you with a grunt.

Then, “Pass me that tool, will you?”

You know which tool he’s talking about. It’s literally right next to you. But you hold his gaze as you speak. “No. Get it yourself, old man.”

His jaw clenches. After a moment, he steps back from his motorcycle and brushes off his jeans. He turns to face you, gaze dark and unyielding. “You know, I’m getting real sick of your fucking attitude.”

His tone sends a thrill down your spine. All dark and growly and low. You’re not surprised to feel slick gathering in your boxers.

But he pauses. Sniffs the air. When he refocuses on you, his gaze is hungry. “So, this is a game to you, huh? You’re being a brat on purpose.”

You cross your arms, still holding his gaze. “And what if I am? We both know you can’t handle me, old— Fuck!”

He scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You squirm; half in discomfort, half because it’s so fucking hot. You know he knows, but still you protest. “Logan, put me down! I’m not a fucking kid!”

“You sure act like one,” he snarls back, striding purposefully through the dark halls. His hand coming up to grip your ass. “Sassing me and giving me that crap attitude. Can’t even act your fucking age for once. Gotta make me do all the goddamn work.”

“I didn’t mean—“

“I know exactly what you meant, you little devil.” His fingers dig into your ass, a subtle warning. “You meant to have some good old fun with me, didn’t you? Maybe get me all riled up so I’ll fuck you all nice and angry like.”

You keep your mouth shut this time. He knows you a little too well.

At your lack of an answer, he spanks your ass. Hard. You yelp and squirm, not expecting the blow at all. “Logan!”

“I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I was doing!” You whimper a little. Maybe if he wasn’t carrying you, you’d give him more attitude. But in this position? You’re practically defenseless.

Not to mention, the puddle of slick in your boxers is getting uncomfortable with your pants on.

So you keep quiet, letting him carry you without issue to his room. As you pass, you’ve never been more grateful that Logan’s room is the furthest in the mansion. You can be as loud as you want without disturbing too many of the teachers.

Some of them will just have to suffer.

Logan opens the door to his room and enters. Shutting it behind him.

“You little motherfucker,” he growls, tossing you on the bed. “Strip. Now.”

You scramble to obey before you even realize you’re doing it. Pushing your pants halfway down your legs before it occurs to you to argue.

He can sense your hesitation. He lets out a low growl, eyes narrowing. You resume taking off your pants.

“That’s a good boy.”

A part of you preens at the praise. The other part wants to snark back. You just pull off your shirt and keep quiet.

Your boxers are sticky with slick. Sticky and uncomfortable. You need them off, and soon. You don’t know if you can go another moment without Logan touching you in some way.

As if on cue, Logan reaches over and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your boxers. He yanks them down, making you squirm from the sudden rush of cool air against your sensitive body.

“Logan… don’t be—“ You stop. Now is not the time for whining, especially not with that look in his eyes.

“Don’t be what?” His voice is low, a dangerous challenge. “Don’t be what, pretty boy?”

You squirm and fight back a whimper as he forces your legs up and apart. Pressing your knees to either side of your chest. Exposing you to him.

When you don’t answer, his hand comes down. Hard, right on your aching parts. You yelp, words bubbling out of you. “I was gonna say don’t be mean! But— Then I remembered—“

“You want me to be mean.” He growls, low and deep. “Fucking greedy little thing. You’re never satiated, are you? Always whining and begging after me for more.”

His hand comes down again, the wet slick coating your thighs only making the sound worse. You jolt this time, blinking back prickles behind your eyes. You know he’s trying to get you to cry. But you’re not going to give it to him so easily.

Even if you really, really want to.

His fingers swipe along you, gathering up your slick and circling around your throbbing dick. You shudder at the pleasure, whimpering softly. It feels so good after the pain.

He pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking the slick from them. He groans softly, eyes darkening at the flavor. “You taste delicious. If you weren’t so damn bratty, I’d consider feasting on you. But you had to go and be a little bastard.”

His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it and letting his pants drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, stripping out of his boxers as well.

Your mouth waters. He’s already hard, so thick and long you can practically feel him in your guts already. You wanna suck him off so bad. Make him see you could be a good boy.

But the desire for him to fuck you is even stronger.

“Please, Logan,” you whisper.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He smirks. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He lines himself up, leaning over you. He pins your hands down, gripping your wrists firmly in one hand. “I’m going to fuck the brat right out of you. And if it doesn’t work the first time, I’ll do it again and again until you’re too cockdumb to argue.”

The threat sends a thrill down your spine. You open your mouth to say something snarky, but he pushes in. Slowly working his cock deeper and deeper into you. Splitting you open.

Your words die on your tongue, replaced by a whiny moan. You clench hard around him, making him growl and dig the fingers of his free hand into your hip.

“That’s— fuck— much better.” He grunts, slowly rolling his hips to push his cock further into your leaking hole. “God, I love the sounds you make. So desperate and needy.”

“Fuck, ahhh! Logan!” You clasp your hands together, squeezing tightly as your body takes him. It feels like heaven; being split open until you feel like you can’t possibly take any more.

He finally bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size. Then he pulls out and slams back in, making you arch and babble. He does this a few more times; slow, strong thrusts that split you apart and go so deep you swear his dick must be reaching your stomach.

Then he picks up the pace, and your mind turns to mush. You can’t think, can’t moan, can’t do anything but babble out cries of his name. You’re arching, writhing, squirming desperately to be able to hold onto him.

But he keeps your hands pinned firmly down. Speeding up until he’s fucking you roughly. Like you’re nothing but a thing for him to use.

“That’s my good fucking boy,” he snarls out. “Taking me so well.”

You can feel your orgasm mounting. Building and rising until you’re begging, pleading, and finally sobbing for him to let you cum. You know better than to cum without permission, especially when he’s all riled up like this.

“Cum for me, you little brat. Cum for me like a good boy.”

You clamp down on him, squeezing him as your orgasm hits. You arch and cry out, your vision going fuzzy.

A moment later, you relax into a puddle. Melting into the sheets as he continues to fuck you. Making you whine softly from the shocks of pleasure and warmth seeping through you.

With one last big thrust and a snarl of your name, Logan pulls out, cumming all over your dick and hole. He pants, releasing your wrists to drag a hand down his face. “Fuck.”

He sounds out of breath, but his eyes smolder with embers of heat. “You did good.”

You give him a lazy grin, stretching a bit. “Wanna clean me up? Or am I still too much of a brat for that?”

He huffs, a low growl in his tone. “Oh, I’ll clean you up alright. I’m making good on my promise. I’m fucking that attitude right on out of you.”

For a moment, you’re sure he has to be joking. You’re already weak from the strength of your first orgasm. He’s not really gonna make you go again, right?

But as he moves to lay between your legs, a couple things become clear. One, you’re in for a long, long night.

And two? He looks way too good between your legs.

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017 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘.

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 piss off the arkham knight, you’re poor pussy pays the price! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. impact play. punishment. pussy slapping. face slapping. spanking. pain kink. degradation. ak! jason is mean as fuck lmao > - <

・:。[ author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ i don’t really like this but oh well blehhhh • ~ •

“did i tell you to speak?”

“n-no..” SMACK!

“good, so don’t fuckin’ talk.”

you’re cheek stung from the brute force of his slap, surely it was gonna leave another hand print. you’re ass as a whole looked a whole lot worse then you could’ve imagined, tender and raw skin becoming a bright red as your boyfriend continued his assault on it.

to tick off the arkham knight himself is a death wish to anyone, but to you, it’s a game like tag or hide ‘n seek. you couldn’t give someone a clear answer if they were to ask why, where’s the fun in pissing off a short tempered and unstable jason todd?

what you’d never admit is the “reward” you received after hitting his breaking point, one which results in him picking you up over the shoulder and thrown onto the bed in your shared bedroom within hq. clothes torn clean off without regard for them, as if jay can’t get you more.

blue eyes bore into your own as his armor falls off, revealing his broken and scarred body from his torture and years of hard training. jason was a harsh man, inside and out, something that disturbingly aroused you. you couldn’t tell what it was but it made you act out for a drop of his attention.

and a spank to the ass. hell, a hit anywhere on your precious figure. from a slap to the face to one against your weeping cunt, no area is off limits to your lover.

his calloused fingers traced the soft curve of your hips, which were bruised with his hand marks. they inched up your chest, your neck, and eventually your face. reddened eyes and arched eyebrows stares back at jason’s apathetic grin, a stupid expression to fit your empty headed self. you were too cute, so much so, it earned you a light slap that punched a whimper out of your throat.

“someone’s sensative, is it you baby? is it my good little boy?” he cooed in a mocking tone while holding your chin. jason was mean, and he relished in it.

you weakly nodded as he caressed your reddening cheek, submitting to the false sense of security. “d’wa, that’s too fuckin’ bad.”

SMACK! tears welled in your eyes from the sting of his palm against your bruising face. before you could protest, a large hand struck your throat, wrapping its fingers into a tight chokehold. the knight pulled your face closer to his, locking your lips in a sloppy kiss. he could practically taste your sweat and tears from his harsh treatment, it only made his untouched cock so much harder.

“keep whinin’ like this baby, i might just cum from that alone..” he crudely chuckled, giving your other cheek a light slap.

through glassy eyes, you gave your boyfriend a puppy eyed stare. pouting your swollen lips, you tried to sweet talk your way out of jason’s punishment. even going as far as palming his ever so hardening cock, only to receive a less then favorable reaction. the knight laughed. he fucking laughs.

“you think i’m fuckin’ stupid huh?” he scoffs, letting go of his grip on your throat. with one tight grab, he flips you onto your stomach and struck a hard one in your inner thigh. “i know what you want, minx, and your not getting it.”

jason hissed, striking the bruised flesh of your ass as it grew more numb as time ticked by. pathetically, you bucked your hips against the ruined sheets, soaked by your arousal. your aching clit tinged with sweet friction as the knight watched in amusement at your embarrassing attempt of an orgasm. your dry humping was rudely interrupted when he slapped your cunt out of nowhere, forcing you to freeze up.

the sound of ruffling and a small yet audible slap made you flinch, as well as the hot flesh that sat on the curve of your ass.

“i’ll give you what you want, just don’t fuckin’ cry to me about it once it’s too much.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

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I hate it, i can't finish any work i do. i have so many ideas, i try, but never finish. i feel like shit rn, i just want some comfort in reading or writing but i can't write and i already read all the ftm!reader i can

Life really sucks this time

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Orgasm Denial with Baron Zemo

A/N: Y’all, is it gay to fall for your one night stand? Lol. Anyway, here’s Kinktober fic #5

Also, schatz means treasure and lieber means darling in German, I believe. (Don’t come at me for them please. I did a basic internet search for masculine petnames in German)

Written for an ftm!Reader

Link to masterlist here

CW: restraints; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader propositions Zemo; there’s a little bit of plot to this one; Reader is called schatz, lieber, and good boy; German petnames; kissing; Reader’s arousal is called slick; Reader is implied to be post-op, but could be read as just being scarred; nudity; implied dysphoria/self-image issues (Reader just started meeting his own gaze in the mirror); Zemo has a bit of a possession kink if you sorta squint; Reader is a sub; tasting arousal; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; teasing; begging; fingering; orgasm denial/ruined orgasms; unprotected penetrative sex; lovemaking; there’s a lot of intimacy in this one, just fyi; cum eating; aftercare; possible emotional manipulation from Zemo (?)

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You whimper as Zemo tightens your restraints, keeping your hands firmly but not roughly tied to the bed frame. You’re his plaything tonight. His to mess with as he pleases.

You weren’t quite expecting this when you propositioned him at the bar, but you’re not complaining. He’s hot. Dressed in a smooth knit sweater and expensive pants, with that fucking fur trim coat that first caught your eye still on him.

You’d gotten his name on the taxi ride over, breathed between hungry kisses and groping hands. Zemo. Helmut.

“You look divine, schatz,” he purrs, eyes raking over your form. You’re naked, slick already pooling on the bedsheets below you. It feels exposing, to be naked in such a way. Your scars on display. Your body so shamelessly revealed.

You only recently started meeting your gaze in the mirror. And now you’re fully at the mercy of a man you’ve just met.

But god, if it doesn’t feel thrilling.

There’s something about him you just trust. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you. Or the smooth lilt of his voice. Something about him promises a better time than you’ve ever been able to have before.

You have the distinct feeling you’re going to be remembering this night for a while.

He settles next to you, taking the time to roll up his sleeves. It makes you ache with excitement.

“What are you going to do?” You can’t keep the tremble of excitement from your voice.

He smirks. Strokes a hand along your thigh, up closer to your dripping hole. “I’m going to ruin you, lieber. Every man you have after this will only remind you of me. Every time you play with this handsome little hole of yours, you’re going to think of me.”

You shiver with anticipation. There’s more than a promise in his voice. It sets your nerves on fire, eagerness coursing through you.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper. It just feels right to say. The submission already coming easily, and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Good boy.”

Those two words set your body afire. Somehow, coming from him, it’s hotter than ever before.

With a chuckle at your reaction, Zemo nudges your legs open. He swipes a couple fingers against you, gathering your slick. He pops them into his mouth, sucking your wetness from them with a satisfied hum. “You taste delicious, schatz. Even better than I expected.”

You whimper, dick throbbing at the sight. Your hole clenches around nothing, more slick spilling out of you. He’s so hot. Looking so composed and thoughtful. Like he’s tasting expensive chocolate instead of your wetness.

“Please, sir,” you whine. You need his fingers in you. “Please touch me.”

He smirks and teases his fingertips against your hole. Just barely giving you any pressure at all. Just the bare tips dipping inside. It’s torture.

You moan and squirm, desperately trying to shift down to push his fingers deeper in. But your restraints keep you in place. Stopping you from doing what you want.

“Is something the matter?” He asks, eyes glinting smugly. “Use your words if you want something, lieber.”

“Please!” It’s a little embarrassing how quickly he can make you beg, but you’re too needy to care. “Please, please, I need your fingers!”

“Where do you want them? Here?” He presses his thumb to your dick, circling it with a smirk. “Or here?”

With one swift press, he slides two of his fingers inside you. You whimper, arching your hips up. “Yes, yes! Oh, god!”

He curls his fingers, rubbing them against your sweet spot. You moan, squirming and whining with pleasure. His fingers feel so long inside you, reaching that spot of bliss you can’t quite reach yourself.

He starts fucking you with his hand. The squelching sound from your slick is obscene. You’re so wet, soaking his hand and fingers.

Your orgasm builds, growing and growing and growing until—

Just as you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls his hand away. Leaving you to flounder and gasp in shock. You’ve never had a partner just… deny you like that.

Zemo’s eyes gleam with satisfaction. Watching as your expression goes from shock to confusion.

“What…?”

“Oh, schatz,” he purrs. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy? The place you’re cumming is around my cock, do you understand?”

Your eyes prickle a little but you nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” He swipes his thumb against your dick and it starts all over again.

He brings you to the edge of orgasm once more before you break and start crying. Twice more before you start pleading for release.

It’s only once you start begging shamelessly that he relents.

He undresses slowly, taking his time as if you’re not a whimpering mess on the bed. His sheets are absolutely ruined by now, soaked through with your slick.

The moment he lines himself up and the tip of his dick nudges against your hole, you know you’re a goner. Just the barest bit of pressure and you’re clenching like a vise.

You need to cum so bad. The feeling of his dick sliding into you, stretching out your walls and bumping against your sweet spot, only makes the need worse.

You’d be drooling if he didn’t lean down to kiss you. Tasting your lips with a softness and a hunger that ignites your insides yet again.

He thrusts into you, slow and even. Still taking his time. But his thrusts are deep and his cock stretches you so nicely. You can’t even muster up a single thought to be mad.

He fucks you like he loves you. Mouthing kisses along your jawline, murmuring filthy praises into your ear.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, building low and slow and hot until it’s crackling along your body. Making you arch your back and squeeze him like a vice.

You’re so on edge from your lost orgasms that it burns your body. Scalds your brain with pleasure, melting you to mush. You can’t even make a sound. All that comes out is a broken sob of his name.

He kisses you as he cums, filling your body with a heat that feels so wrong and so right at the same time. It makes your brain buzz with delight even as the sheer intimacy of it makes your skin prickle.

He pulls out and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You were amazing, lieber. So perfect for me.”

You just whine softly in response. You can feel his cum dripping out of your hole. He reaches down, scooping it out of you and lifting it to your lips. You lap it up, too fucked out to care about the bitter taste.

He removes your restraints, massaging your wrists and arms as he does so. It feels oddly tender. He presses a kiss to your palms, before getting up to grab a cloth.

You just lay there, still a little dazed. Something prickles in your chest. Maybe it’s the way he’s showering you with affection. Maybe it’s the way he’s so diligently caring for you.

Either way, it sets off a longing in your body. A quiet yearning for more than just a one night stand. Part of you wonders if that was his intent all along.

At least one thing you know for sure. You really aren’t going to forget him any time soon.

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No, no problem !! It was just to tell you, in case you don't know <3

And i thought i have The Beast shirtless gif but i can't find it anymore, sorry, hope you'll find one !

If I had a nickel for every time an attractive male actor became shirtless for the final act in an M Night Shyamalan movie for no reason, I'd have 2 nickels.

...

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

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Well the second is not from Split, his name is Mal'akh, from the series The Lost Symbol ;)

If I had a nickel for every time an attractive male actor became shirtless for the final act in an M Night Shyamalan movie for no reason, I'd have 2 nickels.

...

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

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What would Frank be like with reader who just woke up with a panic attack randomly?? this happened to me the other day and it was rlly scary :((

Ugh god I'm so sorry! I had a night like this recently and it's so brutal.

Frank When You Have a Panic Attack

Frank would be awake beside you in a flash, his gravely voice in the dark saying "hey hey, talk to me. What's going on? You hurt doll?" as he attempts to sit and starts squinting into the darkness.

"I think.... I'm having a heart attack... or something..." you reply, panting between words, tears already starting to stream down your face and your hands trembling.

Frank was certain you weren't having a heart attack but he knew you were feeling something and he's already springing into action. He's out of the bed and on your side in a moment, crouching in front of it and coaxing you to sit up. He feels for your pulse, his calloused fingers landing on your delicate skin and mumbling a soft "fuck" to himself at the rapid pace of it, confirming his suspicions. He murmurs a "look at me sweetheart," and you manage to comply as he gently looks in your eyes, prying your lids open just a touch to check your pupils.

He gently guides your body to lean forward, head between your knees on the edge of the bed. "Sit like this alright? Start counting f'me" he says as he stands and you do, slow and shaky "1, 2, 3" but he stops on his way towards the bathroom, clarifying, "By 7s sweetheart. Count by 7s," getting your brain focused on a task.

He runs a washcloth under cold water and grabs some ice cubes from the fridge, returning to the bedroom and placing the washcloth on the back on your neck unannounced, the shock of it making you bolt and instantly sending a shiver down your spine. The sensation is distracting, pulling some of the heat that was building in your cheeks and making your body a bit lax.

"Hands out babydoll," he murmurs, his hands landing on yours to turn your palms face-up. He places the ice cubes in each hand and closes your palms around them, saying "Hold 'em, long as you can alright?" and then he just crouches in front of you to observe.

You do for a few moments, the ice nearly feeling like fire as it stings your palms. The unforgiving cold grips the veins in your wrists and you feel your heart rate slow as you focus on the task. "Attagirl, keep goin'" he says, his hands gripping both of your wrists and thumbs running small swipes up and down.

You persist for a few moments longer until finally you mumble "fuck" and let the ice cubes tumble the ground, wringing your hands open and closed.

"Good girl. How's it feel now?" he rasps into the darkness, his hands checking your pulse again and more pleased with the result.

"Better," you huff, your head feeling clearer and your heart no longer hammering in your chest. "A lot better," you say after another beat.

"You're alright doll, always safe here, you know that" he says as he reaches to remove the washcloth from your neck and guides you back to lay down again. He stands and you reach for him, a small whine that he come back-- close to you were his presence felt like the cure to your attack.

"Not leavin' you sweetheart, I'm here," he replies, putting the washcloth on the nightstand and climbing back in bed behind you, pulling you close to him so that your face is pressed to the steady beat of his chest.

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Kinktober '24 Day 4

Request: (for kinktober) Shanks x AFAB trans man reader (post top surgery if possible) established relationship but it's readers first time, praise kink + daddy kink 👀 Perchance

Requested by: Anon

WARNINGS: Dysphoria, Oral Sex, PIV, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Squirting, Mention of Masturbation, Some Angst

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Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. He would be here any minute. Fuck You cursed to yourself, getting up and beginning to pace; your decency only protected by the towel secured at your hips. You were torn between getting dressed in the cute robe you had picked out or just staying in the towel you were already in. Both gave him easy access to you. That’s what he would want right? Right? You questioned yourself. You took a few deep breaths to center yourself as you felt waves of self-doubt coming your way. As you let out one final exhale through your nose you ceased your pacing. You unfastened the towel from your waist, before sliding into a red satin robe, with lace accents. It was not just any red, but Shanks red. Continuing with your breathing you walked back into the bathroom of your room for tonight to give yourself one last look over before he was scheduled to arrive. You had both agreed it would be better to do this away from the crew and the Red Force so that all his attention would be on you. Hell, you were there when he explicitly told Beck to only get him if the Marines were involved, and even then, attempt to handle it himself.

You bit your bottom lip in a nervous habit as you have yourself a once over. The robe was cut left a deep V, most likely to show off cleavage, or in your case the two inner points of scarring from your top surgery on either side of your sternum. You opted to go without underwear, any men’s cuts of underwear would look off with the robe, and panties, while aesthetically pleasing, would most likely make you dysphoric. There wasn’t much to your look for you to mess with, you had already done your default styling of your hair and groomed yourself to the extreme when you first got into the room earlier. You caught your own eyes in the mirror and frowned.

While had been on a long road to self-love you still found yourself getting frustrated with your circumstances. Why did you have to be so different? Why couldn’t you inhabit the body you knew you were born to be in? Why did you have to jump through all these hoops just to make it halfway to the point of self-satisfaction that others were born with? Why did you have to be so strained and uncomfortable in your body that you were still a virgin at your age, while most in your shared generation had hit that benchmark ages ago?

Fuck, you sighed. you still had no idea why Shanks kept you around for more than your talent at fighting. Or at the very least have an open relationship that would allow for the sexual gratification he was missing with you. You’d been together for four months now, and Shanks hadn’t had sex with anyone in that time. It pained you for him to have to sacrifice that release, especially under all the stress that he had with his position. It pained you that you couldn’t have that connection because of your own issues. Every morning when you woke up together in his quarters you couldn’t help but feel guilty that instead of you helping him with his morning wood, he would kiss your forehead and have to roll out of bed to take care of it himself in the shower. You didn’t understand why he would keep a burden like you around, who demanded attention, emotional vulnerability, and love. He had to have more convenient options that were less work.

You let out a shaky deep breath, tears streaking your face as you let go of the counter you had been gripping unconsciously. You quickly dabbed at your face, hoping you had stopped crying fast enough to avoid a puffy face. You had just managed to get your breath back within normal range when you heard the door to the room open and shut.

“Baby?” Shanks called out. You gave yourself one last fleeting look before peeking around the door to the bathroom.

“Hey Daddy,” you greeted shyly. A wide smile graced Shanks’ lips as he took in your partial appearance; your robe hidden behind the door.

“Hey, handsome,” he greeted back pulling you in for a short, sweet kiss. He pulled back before quirking a brow, “Hiding something baby?”

“Um, yeah I-uh” You stuttered out, Shanks smiled down at you loving as you took a calming breath and pushed the door fully open. Shank shamelessly checked you out, making you even more flustered.

“My beautiful boy,” Shanks said affectionately, “Did you get this just for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, as Shanks gently cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“It looks amazing on your baby, but I can think somewhere it’d look better,” he replied.

“Where,” you asked tilting your head in confusion.

“On the floor,” he responded cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, taking the edge off your nerves. He smiled down at you boyishly, before pulling you in for another kiss. He gently stroked up and down your right side comfortingly also aiding in getting rid of your nerves. You always felt at home in his arms. He pulled back, now resting his forehead against yours.

“Are you still, okay going forward baby?” he asked gently.

“mhm,” you hummed.

“Baby,” he gently reminded you.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answered bashfully.

“I know we already went over this but, I expect verbal answers to all of my questions tonight. You remember the color system?” he prompted.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered.

“And your safe word?” he asked

“Marine,” you answered.

“Good boy,” he responded, pecking your lips before pulling back. He gently took your hand in his and let you over to the foot of the bed. You sat on the edge, as Shanks squatted down to your eye level.

“I’m gonna undo this now is that okay?” he asked, his hand resting on the bow holding the robe together.

“Yes,” you nodded, your nerves beginning to grow. This was happening, like really happening. Sensing a shift in the mood Shanks pauses before looking back up at you.

“Are you sure baby? We can always do this another time. You have the right to back out whenever you want.” He reminded you.

“I-I’m sure, I’m just a little…” you trailed off.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded

“About what part?” he asked.

“It’s just I’m scared it’s gonna be bad for you and you’ve wasted all this time for nothing.” You answer, your true emotions showing through.

“First, tonight is and will always be about you. You feeling safe, heard, and cared for are my priorities. Second, what do you mean all this time?” he inquired.

“I don’t know,” you said breaking eye contact as began to get misty eyes. “You haven’t had a proper release since we got together four months ago. What if-what if I’m not good enough? And you wasted all this time over nothing.”

“Oh baby,” Shanks said, gently cupping your face, “I’d happily go celibate if it meant being by your side. Anytime spent with you is a gift I’d never trade for the world. Would you like to do this some other time?” he asked, giving you an out.

“No,” you shake your head. “I really want to do it with you. I’ve never felt as loved as I do with you. I think outside of my self-doubt, I’m nervous because I’ve never done this before.”

“We’ll take it slow love,” he promised. "If you want to end at any time let me know.”

“Okay,” you nodded, as his hand moved back to the bow.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answer, more self-assured this time. Shanks smiled at your response before tugging on the knot, revealing your body in whole to him. He’d seen you at varying stages of undress in the past, but this was the first time he was able to take in your full form. The closest he had gotten before was when he caught you masturbation in an oversized t-shirt with no bottoms. That was also the time he discovered your Daddy kink, as you moaned to him without restraint. His eyes went soft as took you in.

“How, did I get so lucky to have a beautiful boy like you?” he asked softly, before pulling you in for a heartfelt kiss. He gently pushed your shoulder down as he pulled back.

“I’m gonna kiss down your body before I eat you out to prep you. Is that okay? Are you feeling dysphoric at all?” he asked,

“Not really, just please avoid my chest,” you answered, luckily you rarely got bottom dysphoria.

“Of course, baby,” he nodded, before covering your body with his own. You let out a whine, as he left open-mouth kisses down the side of your neck; only stopping when you moaned over a specific spot. He smirked down at you causing a rush of blood to your face. He focused in and sucked a hickey into your neck before moving down. He skimmed past your chest, before gently putting pressure on the inside of your knee with his palm, prompting you to open your legs wide to accommodate his shoulder.

“Still doing, okay?” he asked, pausing.

“Yes, Daddy,” You answer, pushing yourself up on your elbows to see him better. He nodded nipping and sucking at your sensitive plush thighs. He gently stroked your seem, glancing up at you before he continued.

“Daddy please,” you begged, as he spread your lower lips.

“K, baby, I’m gonna eat you out now. Okay? If anything doesn’t feel right let me know.” He spoke.

“Okay, Dad-E!” you shouted as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You panted, adjusting to the new feel. You had just started to begin to when the bolts of pleasure shot threw you as he sucked and flicked his tongue against your clit, when he started fingering you. You let out an unabashed moan as his thick fingers stretched and stroked your inner wall. The duality of the sting of him adding another finger, and the pleasure of him hitting spots with ease inside of you that you knew you’d never be able to reach on your own. You began to hump against his fingers as you turned the corner on an orgasm.

“Daddy,” you moaned, the coil deep inside of you tightening impossibly taught. You held Shanks’ fingers in a vice grip as he struggled to finger you.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job baby. Are you gonna cum? You gonna be a good boy and cum on daddy’s tongue?” You covered your face in embarrassment as you felt an overwhelming pulse of an orgasm shooting through you for the first time. It felt rushed and hot and-. Fuck, you couldn’t focus on anything, your mind went blank.

“Daddy!” you yelled, writhing against his fingers, as a stream of fluid shot from you. You panted, looking down at Shanks as he wiped the excess liquid coating his lower face with the back of his hands. A smile of mirth split across his face. Oh, there was no way he was gonna let this go. You thought to yourself.

“My baby boy’s a squirter?” he asked, amused.

“Shut up!” you reply covering your face again, he was way too excited for your taste.

“Have you ever done that before?” he asked the rustling of fabric, causing you to peek through your fingers. You were flustered again as you took in Shanks’ shirtless form, his hard-on shamelessly pressing against the front of his pants.

“No,” you whined before he gently moves your hands from your face.

“You good to keep going?” he asked, hand perched at the top of his pants.

“Please,” you whine, finding yourself desperate for his cock. Your eyes widened as he slipped out of his pants, and you took in his unobstructed cock. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes as he smirked down at your reaction.

“It’ll fit baby; I promise. All you got to do is sit there and be a good boy for Daddy.” He said crawling up in bed over you. He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, as he rubbed his tip up and down your slit to collect your slick. He slowly began to ease himself in. He supported himself on his left shoulder, while his right hand snuck in between you to stimulate your clit to deal with the pain. You let out a stuttering breath as he got halfway. You were moaning shamelessly as he slowly fucked the rest of his member inside of you little by little until he was flush against you. He sat for a moment to allow you to adjust.

“Fuck, look at you baby, taking it all like a good boy like I knew you would.” He praised you, pecking your forehead.

“Daddy,” you whined, getting desperate.

“Yes, my love?” he asked,

“Please,” you pant

“Please, what?” he asked smirking down at you.

“Please move,” you finally got out.

“Are you sure?” he clarified.

“Yes! Please!” you whined. He pulled you into a demanding kiss, before pulling all the way back and trusting in hard. You were a moaning mess as you let Shanks take full reign.

“Fuck,” he groaned, beginning to pant as well, “Where do you want me baby?”

“Fuck, in me please, please Daddy,” you respond desperately, cumming at one last flick of your clit. He followed immediately behind falling against you as he shot ropes of cum against your inner walls.

“Fuck,” you whined, “I love you daddy.”

“I love you too baby,” he said, like a promise.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read! Stay tuned for Shanks x AMAB Reader tomorrow.

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Kinktober Day 5: Knotting

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Both you and Eddie still learning things about Venom even in the bedroom.

Warnings: Smut, Rough, Little bit of Eddie, Tongue, Licking, Pain, Knotting

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Head buried back into a pillow, feeling Eddie's hand continuously glide and grip your body, sweat mixing against pressed skin. Cock buried deep within your walls, unlocking an overflow of moans that echoed in your shared apartment.

Feeling as Eddie's hips grew sloppy, alerting you to the end of the heated night, only to watch as Venom took over. Engulfing your lover, trading Eddie's cock for his own.

Flooded with Venom's cock, sparking every nerve that lined your walls, the euphoric feeling causing your chest to rise and moans to grow in volume.

"Venom, p-please, I can't." You stutter for mercy, but he gives you none. Hearing as the bed thrusts against the wall matching his, both you and the bed threaten to break under Venom's feral hunger. Turned on by his labored breaths, hazily temped to push him back just to suck the alien off.

Having no chances on that plan, feeling as his grip grew stronger, groans growing louder, and hips and thighs pounding into yours, buckling as they do. Keeping a grip of your own on Venom, together building up your climaxes.

Taking no longer as Venom sped up, cracking the wooden headboard and bruising the back of your tights. All the chaos ends with both of you cumming loudly, the bliss overloading your bodies. Venom lending forward in shock at the first ever feeling of cumming, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your twitching body.

Coming down from the heavenly moment as your body sharply trades it for pain, hearing Venom's groans loudly, painfully putting the pieces together, it all being his doing.

Crying out for Venom, but only hearing his reverberated breathing as his tongue touches down, hot and wet, licking your neck with teeth grazing along, adding to the pool of pain. Hurting to move, you stayed still full of Venom's cum, hoping he wouldn't move either while stuck in you. Knotted together.

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Ok.

I already told that but gosh, can we have more ftm!reader stories in the Marvel fandom ? Serioulsy, all is for female and you can't understand how bad i feel when I'm forced to read those because i really need to read those stories, even if there are not with the right gender.

Think about us, we existed, and we also read smut.

I can't find any stories about Daredevil x ftm!reader or The Punisher x ftm!reader and Venom, and so many others. Think about us god damn.

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Soaked (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Reader pt 8)

Hello, my lovelies! Sorry this took forever to write and post but I’ve been very busy with real life (ew) and I’m actually posting this while I’m on vacation. I wrote it on the plane and am posting in the car so please be kind if you see any mistakes hehe 😉

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 4.7k+

Summary- Benny’s never wanted anything as much as he wants to marry you, but with such different lives, you’re not so sure it will be as easy as he claims.

You felt the wind surge around you as Benny accelerated down the main road, his motorcycle roaring beneath you both. The world blurred past in a whirlwind of colors, but all you could focus on was the way your heart lifted, how a thrill of excitement shot through you as you zoomed past the rest of the gang. He did it just because he knew it’d make you giggle. And you did, the sound escaping you in a way that felt so carefree, so full of joy especially as you shot past Johnny and the others, leaving them in your dirt.

The wind was relentless, blowing your hair out of its carefully manicured braid, but you didn’t find yourself caring much anymore. The days spent with Benny had a way of shifting everything you thought had mattered. The things that once held so much weight – social status, gossip, public appearances – no longer seemed as important anymore. With Benny, it was almost like discovering a whole new world. No, not a new world. The same streets passed beneath the tires, the same faces you once worried about still existed. The world was still the same, but it was how he viewed it that felt so different. He didn’t care what others thought about him, didn’t pay attention to their expectations. He lived in his own world, surrounded by others like him that didn’t conform to the societal molds – people that you wouldn’t have even approached just based on their appearance. You never considered yourself a very judgemental person, but because of Benny, you have met and befriended people you could have never imagined.

That’s one of the things you loved about Benny. He wasn’t like anyone you had ever met before. He was different. And you were beginning to love that too.

He pulled off the main road, stopping in his signature spot in front of the club house. The roar of the rest of the gang pulling up sounded in the distance as Benny helped you off the bike. He held his grip on your hand, lacing his own fingers through yours as he pulled you gently into the bar. You followed him inside where the Vandals’ laughter and chatter soon filled the air. A familiar buzz of camaraderie enveloped the place, and before long, you found yourself seated around the table with a few of the core members. Benny was close – as always – with his arm draped over your shoulder.

“Hey, Bunny,” Cockroach’s voice cut through the sea of noise as he leaned forward and used his beer bottle to point at you. “When are you finally gonna say yes to our boy Benny, here?”

You stiffened slightly, the weight of the question hanging in the air and drawing the attention of the others at the table.

“Oh yeah,” Corky piped up, one eyebrow playfully cocked in a challenge. “He’s been asking, what, 100 times now? What’s the holdup? He’s not getting any younger, ya know?”

Heat filled your face at their teasing. Though Corky’s words were a bit of an exaggeration, they weren’t technically wrong. Since your kiss behind the clubhouse, Benny has asked you to marry him almost every day, sometimes more than once in a day. It had started by him mentioning married life in casual conversation, and you jokingly pointed out that he hadn’t actually proposed to begin with – not traditionally. And you were shocked to see him abandon everything he was doing in the moment to ask you to marry him. You giggled and rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but something deeper inside you caused your heart to flutter nervously. Since then, he’s asked several times, some in passing, a casual remark slipped into the conversation. Other times, he’d pause what he was doing, drop to one knee and grin up at you as if he were waiting for you to give in. But each time you’d laugh it off, brush it aside as him being unserious.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for the right moment?” you replied as you timidly played with the chain of your necklace, trying to deflect the attention.

“The right moment?” Cockroach parroted in disbelief. “He’s been proposin’ left and right for a week. Hell, I’d have said yes after the first time if it were me!”

The group laughed, and you tensed under Benny’s arm, wanting to melt into the floor from embarrassment. Benny squeezed your hand reassuringly, and he leaned, his voice dropping to a low murmur that was only meant for you, “They don’t mean nothin�� by that, you know that.”

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. He was right, you knew that. They didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but the constant razzing – especially with this particular subject – was start to weigh on you.

“Yeah, c’mon, Bunny,” Cal chimed in from across the way, “What’s it gonna take? Benny’s a catch! He’s got the bike, the looks, the . . . mommy’s issues. If you don’t say yes soon, you might lose your chance.”

That playful jab was too much for Benny who stiffened next to you. You expected him to get angry, to blow up like you had seen your father do when he was upset. But instead, Benny leaned forward, eyes narrowing with a playful glint that you had come to adore. The table was buzzing with laughter, but he wasn’t about to let the spotlight stay on you for too long. Without missing a beat, he flashed a grin at Corky, his hand raised as he said, “Alright, alright. But let’s not pretend you all ain’t desperate for a distraction since none of you can keep a bike upright without fallin’ on your asses.”

The table roared with laughter and Corky’s mouth fell open in mock offense. “That was one time! And I had an oil slick!”

Johnny immediately jumped in, “Yeah Corky, an oil slick you created when your bike was leakin’ everywhere.”

Laughter erupted again and you shot Benny a grateful look as the guys started ribbing Corky about his infamous fall. Benny’s eyes met yours briefly, his thumb brushing your hand under the table in a silent message: I’ve got you. Most of the group knew you were shy and did not appreciate being the center of attention in a crowd, and they respected that. However, there were a few class clowns (as Benny called them) who loved to tease you, knowing it could get a reaction without fail. But Benny never let it go on for long, always shutting them down when he recognized your discomfort.

They’ve never teased you about marriage though. You had to wonder if Benny had voiced his irritation to them at some point or if they had picked up on your hesitation organically. Either way, it left you feeling bad. Excusing yourself, you wiggled out of Benny’s grasp as you stood and made your way for the restroom, needing a moment to breathe, to clear your head. But just as you reached the back of the bar, a voice stopped you.

“You ain’t gotta worry about what they say to you,” Funny Sonny stood leaning casually against the bar top as he sipped a glass of whiskey. “That just means they like you, accept you.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder at the table of rowdy bikers. “I’m just not . . . used to it. All the teasin’.”

Sonny nodded, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes as he grinned. “You’ll get used to it. Won’t be long till you’re the one throwing out the first jabs.”

He said it so nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious course of action, as if you weren’t from completely different worlds. You furrowed your brows, eyes casting downwards as you admitted, “I’m not so sure about that. I’m not at all like you guys.”

“You don’t gotta be like us to be with us. We’re family here and family means lookin’ out for each other, even the ones who came from different backgrounds,” he said, his voice lowering a register to a bit more of a serious tone.

His words settled over you like a warm blanket, the concept so foreign yet so familiar. Family. You knew what that was, you had one, you were loved by one. But for some reason, it felt like it meant something different with the Vandals. They chose their family, stood by them despite no blood relation. Your parents loved you, you knew that. They showed it in their own ways every day. But by default, they had to love you. With the Vandals, they chose to care for each other, chose to look out for each other. In a way, it almost seemed more powerful, more profound.

Being Benny’s girl didn’t just mean he alone had your best interest at heart. It also meant having the rest of the Vandals on your side too, all of them looking out for you. You weren’t sure if you’ve ever experienced such an intense loyalty before, even from blood relatives. And it left you with a warm feeling in your chest.

When you returned to the table, Benny was already standing as if he were waiting for you. His eyes met yours with a slight unease, almost like he thought you wouldn’t come back, like he thought you were so upset that you’d sneak out the backdoor.

“Wanna go for a night ride?” he asked, his voice soft as his hand extended out for you.

Your heart squeezed at his thoughtfulness. He knew how much you were growing to enjoy the feeling of blazing down the empty streets under a star-filled sky with him. A smile tugged at your lips, and you took his hand without hesitation, nodding.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips as your hand slid into his own. You were vaguely aware of the groans and exaggerated protests from the table about the night being still young, but you didn’t hesitate to follow Benny as he led you to the door. He pulled you along to his Harley, the cool and fresh air a welcome change.

The tension from earlier still lingered as Benny’s hand touched your leg, helping you onto the back of the bike. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your face into his back, finding solace in the familiar scent from his jacket.

He drove you around the city, stars and stop lights shining above, engine roaring below. He eventually pulled off the main drag, heading down a quieter road that led out of town. The blacktop blurred beneath you as he slowed the speed to more of a lazy joyride. He took a familiar turn, stopping at the small pull off area before a bridge. The sound of the engine faded as he brought the bike to a stop, the air filling with crickets’ song. The night’s air was breezy, but a welcome change from the hot, loud atmosphere of the clubhouse.

Benny dismounted first, reaching out to help you down. His touch – lingering longer than necessary – against your arm felt electric, sending a jolt of butterflies to your stomach, his eyes searching your face as if he was trying to read your thoughts. The two of you walked over the concrete bridge, pausing once in the middle. You leaned over the railing, getting lost in the gentle swirl of the water below. But Benny was lost in the sight of you.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice low, the usual playful teasing replaced by something softer and reserved only for you.

With your heart beating hard at his gentle tone, you nodded. “I’m fine.”

He frowned, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from your face. “I know the guys can be a bit much. I don’t like when they tease you like that. I didn’t mean for them to make you uncomfortable.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words, knowing that wanting to protect you was something he took very seriously, even if it meant from his own friends, his own family.

“I know,” you responded softly, leaning your chin on your hand over the railing.

“I’ll talk to them, make sure they won’t raz you like that anymore,” he promised, his expression serious.

“It’s not that. It’s just . . . I don’t know. It’s a lot to get used to,” you admitted gently. Before Benny, you’d never even been in a bar before, never ridden a motorcycle, never stayed out past curfew. He was a completely different experience than you were accustomed to. And now he wanted you to marry, after only knowing him for a few weeks. He wanted to be your husband, your partner for life. Your life felt like a bit of a whirlwind ever since you met him, but you wanted to be certain it wasn’t just fun because it was new.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood there, his eyes tracing your features, his hand resting over your own. You could practically see the gears turning in his brain, something in him conflicted. Finally, he released a soft sigh, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close. “You don’t have to answer them, you know. Hell, you don’t have to answer me. Not till you’re ready.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you breathed in his scent – leather, smoke and something uniquely Benny. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I . . . ”

Benny pulled back slightly, his fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “Hey, you don’t owe anyone an explanation, not even me. You’ll say yes when you’re ready. And when that time comes, I’ll be here. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as it was your turn to kid. “How do you know I’ll say yes?”

Benny’s smile was gentle but still roguishly confident. His hand lingered on your cheek, his fingers tracing down the curve of your jaw as if he were mapping every detail of you. “I just know. When you feel it – when it’s real – you just know.”

He said it so simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, as if love were the most uncomplicated concept. You didn’t understand that, couldn’t see it that way. You’d seen the love your parents shared and that was beautiful and kind but it was also messy and cruel more often than not. And you understood that your parents were not the only representation of what love and marriage was supposed to be, but it was a constant presence in your life. They didn’t have perfect love, not like what you’d see in the movies or read in books. And you wondered if maybe you were giving too high of expectations for what love was supposed to be, but what you felt when you were around Benny . . . well, it felt exactly like the books described.

The way he looked at you, as if you were the most important thing in the world, made you feel so seen. The way he listened to you as if you were the most entertaining show, made you feel so heard. And the truth was undeniable: you were falling for Benny faster than you thought possible. It was terrifying. Benny was all fire and freedom, a rebel who didn’t play by the rules, who followed his own path with reckless abandon. And you admired that about him, but the thought of stepping into his world permanently felt like stepping off a ledge into the unknown.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” he asked, pulling you back into the present.

You pulled back slightly, biting your lip in contemplation before speaking your mind, “Don’t you wonder if there are other girls out there that you haven’t even met yet? Girls who are more suited for you?”

He shook his head, his voice light as he said, “Nah, I know you’re the only one for me, kid.”

“But marriage is serious. It’s forever.”

His hand slid down to your hip, turning you to face him fully, his expression solemn. “I never . . . I never thought marriage was real. The way I saw my mom and old man together . . . what they had wasn’t love. And I realized that at an early age. I didn’t think it was something that was real, just a bunch of fairytale bullshit you tell little kids. The girls I’ve been with, girls that may have been more suited for me, have never made me feel what I feel with you, Bunny. This is serious to me too because it proves everything I’ve never believed in.”

Emotion caught in the back of your throat as you pictured the man standing before you as just a boy living in a toxic household, an unloving home. It made you want to hold him tight, to shield him from the rest of the world. The man who held you so gently, who took you for night rides just to cheer you up. The man who came to your bake sale when nobody else did. The man who promised to drive slow so as not to scare you. The man who said he’d follow you all the way to California so that you didn’t have to go by yourself. The man who taught you about his hobbies with eagerness, and listened to yours with attentiveness.

He deserved to be loved in the same way he loved. But the tragic thing was that he didn’t see that, couldn’t comprehend someone loving him like that. He was damaged by his childhood, and you realized that he didn’t think he was worthy of repair. But you’d show him that he was, that he was worthy of everything he never had.

Slowly, you lifted your hands to gently cup his face, and his breath hitched in his throat. There was a shift in his expression – his usual teasing and bravado now replaced with some raw and unguarded as though he was offering you a glimpse into a deeper part of him, one rarely ever shown to anyone.

He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “You’re not just some girl to me, Bunny. You know that, right?”

The words sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t playing around now, not hiding behind his usual flirty quips. His sincerity was almost overwhelming. You swallowed thickly. “But what if I mess this up? What if I’m the one who can’t do this?”

Benny’s brows furrowed and he lifted a hand to brush across your cheek, his touch gentle but grounding. “You won’t. You couldn’t, even if you tried.”

“You’re making it sound so easy,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, as if you didn’t quite believe him.

Benny could feel your tremble, the shaky laugh betraying your nerves you were trying so hard to hide. He could sense your heart racing, and he wanted so desperately to be the one to soothe it, to take away the hesitation in your eyes. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, the soft curve of it making his heart ache in his chest. He loved how your lips quivered just slightly under his touch. He loved making you blush, loved teasing you until you looked at him like you were annoyed or completely at his mercy. But this . . . this was different. His touch lingered on your lip, slow and almost reverent as he savored the way you responded to him. It wasn’t about teasing anymore – it was about showing you what you meant to him.

“It is,” he murmured, his voice a little rougher than he intended “It’s easy because it’s you.”

The air between you felt electric as his hand slid down the curve of your neck, his fingers lingering there, feeling the steady thrum of your heartbeat that seemed to match his own wild one. He ducked his head slightly as he whispered, “You’re scared. But you don’t need to be.”

He meant it, more than he meant anything in his life. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again, searching for any sign of doubt, any sign that you didn’t feel the same way he did. Your eyes – wide and uncertain – met his, and Benny felt the weight of his words over them both.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, your soft voice almost disappearing in the night.

And how could he explain it, especially since he’s never been good at explaining his feelings? How could he put into words what was so abundantly clear to him? That you made everything – even the most outrageous things – seem possible. That with you, he didn’t feel like just some fuck-up waiting for the next diaster. With you he felt grounded, like he belonged somewhere. Like you saw him for more than just the wild, reckless kid everyone else saw.

“Because you make me sure,” he responded with a gentle, encouraging smile as his hands moved to tilt your chin upwards to him. “You make my life feel like it’s supposed to.”

His gaze moved down to your mouth once more as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and he simply couldn’t resist anymore. He closed the gap, brushing his lips so softly against your own. The kiss was gentle, tender, but as you responded to his touch, the need that had been simmering inside him for so long flared to life. His hands dropped down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, smiling into the kiss when he heard your slight gasp.

His heart pounded in his chest as the world seemed to fade away briefly until it was just you and him, just this. He never wanted to stop, never wanted to let you go.

But you did eventually pull away, the need to breathe becoming all consuming. Breathlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes remaining closed as he focused on slowing his pulse. His hands remained on your waist, holding you like you might slip away if he let go.

“You see?” he whispered as his lips brushing against your forehead softly. “It’s easy being with you.”

You giggled and his heart soared at the melody. It took everything in him not to pull you back into another kiss, not to hold onto you like you were the only thing that kept him grounded.

His lips still tingled from the kiss, and he could taste the faint sweetness of your breath, the softness of your lips. It wasn’t enough. It never felt like enough for Benny. He wanted more of you. He’d never wanted anything like he wanted you, never craved anyone like he craved you. It was almost unbearable, like every second where he wasn’t touching you was a second wasted.

And yet, he knew you were scared. He could see it in the way you looked down at your shoes, could hear it in the timidity of your voice. It only made him want to protect you more, to make you see that being with him would never be something you had to fear. But he didn’t know how to say that without sounding like he was pushing, without making you feel like you were being rushed into a decision that was as much about you as it was him.

But damn if he didn’t want to make you his.

He opened his eyes and pulled back enough to look at you face again, to really take you in. And my god, the way you were looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes made his chest tighten. And you didn’t even realize how much power you had over him. One look, one smile, and he was a goner.

Before either of you could speak, thunder cracked off in the distance, bringing you both back to the present, back to the rest of the world. You glanced up at the dark clouds that blew in to cover the stars, wondering how long you had stood on this bridge with Benny.

“Guess we should get back,” you said sheepishly.

“Guess so,” Benny replied with a lazy grin as though the storm could come crashing down and he’d still be perfectly content standing here with you.

“Do you think it’s going to rain?” you asked as you walked to his bike, glancing up at the thick, dark clouds blowing in from the west.

“Nah,” he said as he swung a leg over the bike with that signature confidence that made your heart race. “We’ll be fine.”

Famous last words.

******

By the time Benny pulled up to your house, rain was pouring from the sky like a waterfall, fat and heavy droplets splattering onto the sidewalk. Despite wearing Benny’s Vandals jacket, the rain had completely soaked you. Your hair, which had been meticulously pinned up just hours ago, was plastered to your face, and your dress clung to your body like a second skin.

You didn’t wait for him to shut off the bike before you hopped off and tugged on his sleeve.

“C’mon!” You laughed, tugging on Benny’s sleeve as you ran for the safety of your porch overhang. Your heels splashed through the water pooling on the blacktop, and he followed quickly behind, his warm hands finding your waist to steady you from falling as you both stumbled beneath the overhang.

Breathless and grinning like an idiot, you turned to face him, and you were momentarily stunned by the sight. Rainwater rolled down from his usually swept up hair, sliding down the curve of his cheekbones and falling off his jawline. He only wore a whote t shirt, the wet fabric turning almost transparent as it clung to every ridge, every toned muscle and you blinked before your gaze shot back up to his face. Even as wet as a drowned rat, he still managed to look so effortlessly sexy.

He was grinning at you with that boyish expression, and heat filled your face at the realization that you were just as soaked as he was but definitely not as pretty a sight. You probably looked like a mess — makeup smeared, hair ruined — but he was staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Not gonna rain, huh?” you teased, quirking an eyebrow at the heavy rainfall just off your porch.

“Just a light sprinkle,” he returned easily, but you noticed he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“Do you wanna come in?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “To dry off?”

He sobered instantly, his gaze raking over your form before moving to your front door. He’d never been inside your house, never seen where you call home, where you lay down at night and replay your memories of him. There was never really an option for him to be inside your house. He’d never met your parents — despite asking multiple times to meet them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put neither your parents nor Benny though that. Deep down, you knew your father would never approve of Benny, never give him his blessing. It was a disaster waiting to happen when he found out that you were dating a biker. You begged your mother to keep it a secret to which she obliged, but you knew it wouldn’t be long till he found out.

Benny took a full step back from you, hesitation obvious in his face, his voice low and almost regretful he said. “I—I better not, Bun.”

Normally, you wouldn’t ask again after being denied, wouldn’t be so bold. But you weren’t the same girl you were a few weeks ago before you met Benny. Emboldened by the perfect opportunity to have him inside your home, to share a piece of yourself with him, you stepped forward.

You took a step forward, your voice soft but sure. “My parents aren’t home. C’mon, just to dry off and wait till the rain lets up a little. You can’t drive in that anyway. It’s not safe and I won’t let you.”

Benny released a breath that sounded a lot like a laugh as he shook his head, clearly conflicted by your invitation. And for a moment, you thought he might shake his head and turn away. You thought he might face the rainstorm and leave you behind.

But instead, he nodded and your heart soared at the small gesture. Filled with hopeful energy, you shot him a smile, moving to open the front door and invite him inside your home, inside your world.

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Semi-public sex with Peter Parker

A/N: MEHEHEHEHEH FIRST FIC OF KINKTOBER! *Insert evil scientist laugh here*

I mostly wrote this with Andrew’s Peter in mind

Written with a male!Reader in mind

Dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Link to masterlist here

CW: semi-public sex, planned sex, handjobs, fist fucking, language, mild grinding, cum eating, kissing

287 words

He’d been planning this for days. Swinging around the city, looking for a spot. He’d found it eventually, tucked away on a rooftop. Hidden from bystanders, but with a perfect view of the sprawling city below.

It’s still hard to believe you’re actually here. Panting under his touch, moaning and bucking into his hand. He’s jerking you off, with your back pressed to his chest. High above New York City.

He fists your cock a little harder, moving his hand a little faster. You whine and thrust into his fist. “Fuck, Peter, just like that!”

He grinds his dick against your ass and thinks maybe it’s a dream. You, pressed to him, fucking into his fist like you’re desperate. He bites you a little, just to make sure, and you moan.

“You like that?” He murmurs into your ear. You nod and he grins. He bites you again, watching the tiny cars on the streets below. “You’re kinky.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you gasp out. He can tell you’re close; your thrusts getting sloppy.

“You’re the one… nnnngh… giving me a handjob… fuck… all the way up here.” You can barely talk between moans. Peter loves it.

“Gonna cum for me?” He taunts a little. Just to be mean. “Or you gonna keep arguing over who’s kinkier?”

You cum with a choked cry, spilling thick seed onto his waiting fingers. He sucks them clean, watching the way it makes your pupils widen.

“It’s… definitely you,” you pant, trying to catch your breath. Peter takes pride in the fact you lost it in the first place. He’s good at what he does with you.

He chuckles and leans in for a kiss. “Yeah, yeah. It’s me.”

Definitely not a dream.

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Bunny - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader x Wade Wilson

A/N: OH MY FUCKING GOD! I’m just gonna 🫣 Oh I hope this is good. I’m sorry if the ending is a little cheesy or whatever. I did my best

Let me know if I missed any warnings, please! And as always, please don’t read if the warnings make you uncomfortable in any way!

Written for this request

CW: smut; explicit sexual content; oral sex (Reader receiving); Reader’s arousal is called slick; Reader is called bunny, baby, bunny boy, beast, buns, rabbit, dumb, fucker, and babykins; dumbification, I guess?; praise (?); degradation; condescension; Wade and Logan kiss; Reader is too fucked out to speak much in this; choking; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; prey/predator dynamics (?); dirty talk; grinding; Reader is a bunny mutant; mentions of heats; mentions of breeding; hehe double penetration; uhhhh Reader makes a lot of various noises in this; squirting; Reader gets fucked dumb; what’s a step above blissed out?; aftercare is important, y’all; cuddling; forehead kisses; soft ending

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You’re in Wade’s lap, forcibly held in place, no matter how hard you squirm. Logan’s between your legs, lapping up the slick dripping from your hole.

The sounds he’s making are obscene, the squeals you’re letting out even more so. You can’t help it, not when Logan’s eating you out so well.

Wade just coos in your ear, every now and then rutting his dick up against your ass. “Such a good little bunny. Look at you, letting Logan eat you up. I bet it just feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

You can’t even respond. You can only cry out, your noises high-pitched and desperate. You just can’t help it; Logan’s been between your thighs for what feels like hours. Licking and sucking and slurping up your slick.

Finally, finally, Wade pushes Logan’s head back. “Come on, peanut. I think our sweet little bunny boy’s all wet and ready for us now.”

Logan grunts and eyes you. He wipes his mouth, which does absolutely nothing to clean your slick from it. Wade pulls him in for a kiss, pinning you between the two men.

You squirm and whine, pawing at Logan’s chest. He growls and grips your throat. “Calm down, you little beast. Insatiable fucking thing.”

Wade snickers and coos. “Awww, our little bunny isn’t that bad… You can be good, can’t you, baby?”

You nod, letting out a squeak. Logan grips your throat tighter, making it harder to breathe. “He’s a dumb little rabbit who only knows how to fuck, Wade. Look at him! He’s dumbed out, and we haven’t even fucked him yet.”

You clench at Logan’s harsh words, the fuzzy haze in your brain from lack of air only adding to the pleasure pooling in your gut.

You love it when they get like this; Wade all soft and condescending, and Logan all gruff and mean. It makes your dick throb with need.

You whimper, the sound choked and needy. You thrust your hips up as best you can, before Wade pins them down again. “Nuh-uh, bunny boy. I know your greedy little hole wants to be filled, but you’ve gotta be patient. We’ve got big plans for you.”

But Logan smirks. He eyes you hungrily, and you can see the thoughts forming behind his eyes. “I say we give the dumb rabbit what he wants. If he wants to be fucked so badly, let’s give him the dick he needs.”

Wade pauses at that. Then he gasps. “Oh, peanut, you filthy dog. You don’t mean—“

“Little beast wants us.” Logan’s eyes glint with a vicious light you’ve never seen before. It sends a delightful shiver down your spine. He lets go of your throat, watching you gasp for air.

Wade squeals with delight. “You think he’s ready?”

“He can take it. Bet he’ll even like the pain.”

Your tail twitches with anticipation. You tremble in their hold, suddenly feeling more like prey than ever before. It makes you feel small, vulnerable. Wanted.

You know you’re even wetter than before. You can feel the slick dripping down your thighs. Just the thought of the two using you for their own pleasure has you clenching with excitement.

Wade shifts you onto his thigh as he hastens to pull down his pants. You just mindlessly grind down, moaning at the friction against your needy dick.

Logan scoffs, already fisting his cock. “Look at you. Dumb little rabbit. Can’t think of anything but his own pleasure.”

“Now, now, peanut,” Wade chimes in, shifting you back onto his lap. His cock slots against you, rubbing against your dick. “It’s not his fault he’s so dumb. It’s his mutation, remember? Poor little bunny boy’s suffering from a heat.”

You whimper, struggling to focus on anything other than the way Wade’s tip is smearing precum against your stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight, the memory of him fucking your throat only adding to the problem.

Wade’s words aren’t entirely false. Some of your desperation does come from your mutation. But it’s not springtime. You’re just a horny mess. Still, the idea of getting bred like a bunny in heat makes your body tense with pleasure.

Logan just chuckles, low and dark. “Oh, yes. How could I forget? Dumb little fucker won’t be satisfied until he’s all stuffed full of cum.”

The dirty words make you whine. Your tail twitches again, and Wade shoves his hand down to grab it. “God, buns, you don’t know how hot you are.”

He rubs his dick against you, coating it thoroughly in your slick. Then Logan does the same, notching the tip of his cock against your hole.

You clench hard, letting out a whine. You want to beg him not to tease you, but the words just won’t come out. You can only moan, rutting your hips forward for any sort of leeway Wade’s grip will allow.

Logan growls softly, eyes darkening. But he doesn’t scold you. Instead, he presses into you, bottoming out in one go.

You choke, brain going fuzzy at the feeling. He’s so big, thick and long. It feels amazing, and you clench around him.

And then Wade presses the tip of his dick against your stuffed hole. You can barely process it, your brain sluggish and dumb. But you definitely feel it when Logan pulls out and the two press in.

The sound you let out is obscene. High-pitched and breathless. You practically shriek at the feeling, body going limp in their arms. You can’t help it; your brain feels blank, your body split in half by the feeling of their dicks in your hole.

You can vaguely hear them groaning, cursing and swearing up a storm. All you can focus on is the pleasure and pain rocketing up your spine.

They start to thrust, and your brain turns to mush. It feels like hours. Endless waves of pleasure crashing over you. You cum once, twice. The third time, it’s like a dam breaks.

You gush all over them, staining the sheets under you with your slick. All you can do is weakly mouth at whomever‘s holding you up. It feels like a dream, your brain all mushy and gooey.

Eventually, the feeling of fullness is pulled away. You whimper at the loss, squirming away when something cool and wet is pressed against you. It’s only there for a moment, gently cleaning you up.

You can hear words, but your brain feels too mushy to understand. You just whine, snuggling into the touch that comes to press against your back. A weight sinks onto the bed on your other side, sandwiching you between two warmths.

It takes a long time for your brain to come back to itself. You feel sleepy and thirsty, your body all tingly.

“Wade…?” You mumble. A hand strokes your cheek. “I’m here, babykins. What do you need?”

You lick your lips, eyes barely half open. “Some water…?”

A water bottle is pressed to your lips and you drink slowly. Then you snuggle back into the other warmth next to you. Logan’s voice rumbles in your ear. “You alright, buns?”

“Mhmm.” You nod and close your eyes. “Just tired.”

There’s a soft chuckle from the two, and a soft kiss is pressed to your forehead. “Go to sleep then, buns. We’ll be here.”

You let out a soft sigh and relax. It doesn’t take long for sleep to creep up on you and you fall asleep soon, cuddled in the arms of your boyfriends.

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AAAAAH i love this !! Thank you so much !! <33 i swear we need more ftm reader with Venom, or just Venom content at all, it has so much potential. And i love the little nickname you gave him ! Also the fact that he is such a pervert, because gosh i think he is ;)

Again, thank you ! <33

Sex - Venom x ftm!Reader

A/N: Omg I love Venom so much. He’s so 🤤 Anyway, I hope this doesn’t read too rushed. I wrote half of it while out and about, lol. Let me know if I missed any warnings

Written for this request

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

CW: Venom uses it/its pronouns; scent kink?; there’s a fair bit of smelling the Reader in this; language; mentions of Eddie; mentions of sex as a bargaining chip; don’t read if you don’t like Venom’s tongue; Venom has a prehensile tongue; mentions of sex; wall sex; explicit sexual content; smut; ripping clothes; implied consent (?); Reader’s arousal is called slick; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; enthusiastic consent; oral sex (Reader receiving); mild dirty talk (?); edging; fingering; implied multiple rounds; implied penetrative sex

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“Oh, Ven, fuck!” You yelp and squirm as it lifts you up like you weigh nothing. Its black arms holding you securely against the wall.

You wrap your legs around its waist, pulling it closer. “Hello to you too, big boy.”

Venom rumbles, nuzzling its face into your neck. ”We missed you.”

You shiver as its tongue comes out and slides against your neck. “Long day, huh?”

“The longest.” It breathes in your scent, a purr-like rumble starting in its chest. “Eddie made us do boring things.”

You chuckle, tracing your hands along Venom’s muscular shoulders. “Oh, I bet it was so boring. Were you good for him?”

Venom grins, its teeth pressing against your neck. “We didn’t come out even once.”

“Oh, good boy.” You press a kiss to its forehead. “You’re being so well-behaved recently. Any particular reason?”

Venom rumbles again. “Eddie promised us sex.”

You raise an eyebrow. “He what?”

It licks up your neck, tracing a sensitive spot with its tongue. You shiver, a noise catching in your throat.

“Eddie promised sex if we behaved,” Venom continues. “He said you’d be proud.”

You’re starting to see the picture. While you’re not proud of your boyfriend using the promise of sex to keep Venom in line, you can’t deny that there’s an appeal for you there.

Eddie’s been rather busy, too busy most nights for anything but a quickie. And while you’re definitely not complaining, you have missed being fucked.

And you’ve never really been opposed to adding Venom into the mix.

“Oh, did he?” You press a kiss to its cheek. “I’m guessing you want your reward now, huh?”

“Yes!” Venom presses closer to you, large hands sliding to your ass. Your face warms but you grin.

“Wanna do something Eddie can’t?” You know the offer is irresistible. If there’s one thing Venom loves more than chocolate and sex, it’s one-upping Eddie.

Venom’s eyes widen. “What?”

You lean in, lowering your voice to a dramatic whisper. “Eddie can’t lift me long enough to fuck me against this wall. But you know who can?”

“We can!”

You grin, nodding. “You can. So, what do you say, I go change and then we have sex, huh?”

Venom hums, eyeing you. “What if we just rip those pesky clothes off you instead?”

You pause. You really shouldn’t say yes… but the idea is quite tempting.

It seems to take your hesitation as a yes. With a growl, it slides a knee underneath you, holding you up as it grips your pants. It rips the fabric in two like paper, tearing it right down the seam.

It’s hotter than you’d expected, and you can feel the slick gathering against the crotch of your boxers. “Fuck, Ven. That was hot.”

Venom chuckles, low and deep. It shifts you, dipping down to nuzzle against your exposed boxers. You whimper at the friction against your dick, forcing yourself to keep your hips still.

“Ven, what are you—“

“Hush.” It snakes its tongue out, sliding the length of it up the crotch of your boxers. Smearing its saliva along the fabric.

You gasp, gripping onto its shoulders tightly. “Oh, fuck!”

“We can smell you,” Venom rumbles. “We want to taste you.”

There’s no way you can say no. Not when it’s pressing its face to you and breathing in like it can’t get enough of your scent.

You can feel yourself getting wetter, your slick pooling and soaking through the already damp fabric.

“Oh, god, Ven. Yes!”

Venom growls softly, shifting you so it can reach with one hand. With a single claw, it slices through the wet fabric, exposing your parts to the air.

The sudden rush of cold against you as you whimpering, clenching around nothing.

Venom groans, eyes glued to your slick parts. “Your body was made to be consumed. Putting out such delicious liquid for us to eat.”

Its tongue snakes out and swirls against your dick, making you cry out. You scrabble at its shoulders, panting as it rubs your dick so perfectly. The warmth of its tongue and the slipperiness of both saliva and slick just add to the sensation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The tip of Venom’s tongue teases your hole, just barely dipping inside. You moan and it lets out an answering rumble.

Slowly, it slides its tongue inside you, rubbing at your walls with the tip, searching for that spot inside you. You cry out as it finds it, pleasure spiking in your gut. “God, yes! Ven, right there!”

It teases you for a while, rubbing against your sweet spot, keeping you on the edge of orgasm until you’re begging for release.

Venom pulls its tongue out, and you almost sob from the loss. Your cry turns into a strangled gasp as two thick fingers are shoved into your hole. They’re bigger than you’ve ever had before, just the two barely fitting inside you.

You pant and moan as it fucks you with its fingers, curving them just so to send you crashing over the edge. You cum with a gasp of his name, drenching his fingers in slick.

Venom pulls you to its chest, keeping its fingers inside you. You whine a little, wrapping your arms and legs around it. “We’re done already…?”

Venom chuckles, the sound low and deep and vicious. “No. We’re just getting started.”

It carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed. A third finger nudges at your hole, making you whimper. “What…?”

Venom looms over you, teeth gleaming in the low light. “We want sex. We’ve got to stretch you out for us. Make you all nice and loose for us.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought. He’s so big, you can barely imagine how large the rest of him must be. No wonder he’s trying to stuff you full. You don’t even know if you’ll be able to take him.

Venom smirks at your look, eyeing you hungrily. “We’ll make it fit. No matter how long it takes. Eddie wants it, and we want it too.”

You just moan and nod. You can tell it’s going to be a long night, and you are so looking forward to it.

[urween]

Fingering with Peter Maximoff

A/N: Memes on here restarted my love for Peter so here we are. If you haven’t seen the movies he’s in, he’s a speedster with vibrating hands. For context :)

Written with an ftm!Reader in mind

Written for this request

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

CW: smut, fingering, dubcon touching, Reader is called handsome, Reader’s parts are referred to as dick and hole, Reader’s arousal is called slick, rough sex?, cumming in pants, implied future oral sex (Reader receiving), no mentioned aftercare, implied future dubcon

Thinking of fingering with Peter Maximoff

He’d be so sly about it. Sneaking touches when he thinks you’re not paying attention. Slowly but surely getting you worked up without your realization.

Then he casually suggests doing something together and it all hits you. He revels in the way your thighs squeeze together. The way your breath hitches and your pupils dilate.

He’d be so smug. “You need me, handsome?” “Want my fingers stuffed inside you?” “Need me to pleasure you?”

He wouldn’t be able to resist when you spread your legs. His hand already dipping down below your boxers. Just to moan when he feels how wet you are.

He’d be so into it. Shifting to get the best angle, vibrating his fingers against your swollen dick. Pulling his hand out of your pants just to suck your slick from his fingers.

He’d be so mean about it once he starts. Bullying his fingers into your hole, stretching you out with one, two, three of his fingers. Plunging them in and out, reveling in the squelching sounds your hole makes.

And when he finds that spot inside you? He’d be relentless. Fucking you so fast you can barely breathe through your moans. Vibrating his fingertips against your walls, pulling as much pleasure from you as he can.

And when you cum? He’s right there with you. So into your sounds and moans that he cums in his pants with the barest touch of his own hand.

But don’t think he’s done with you yet. Tasting you on his fingers isn’t nearly enough for him. He needs to taste you from the source, and he’s prepared to be as sneaky as necessary to get you to agree.