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youre so annoying ab the whole male reader argument, shut the hell up!

oo you wanna fuck me so bad

go fuck yourself. ive only made 2 or 3 posts complaining about xfem writers using tags not meant for them. if it actually bothers you then...stay the fuck off the tag not meant for you???

#x female reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader

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If you are complaining about male reader x (male character) fics as a fem aligned person, you need to suck it up, 75 if not 85% of the fics posted on tumblr are for fem reader x male characters, and you’re complaining over the one male reader fic?!?!? Get over yourself.

So stop crying and go do something useful like re-blogging or commenting nice things on mlm fic blogs.

Also stop tagging male reader if your fic is clearly not for male reader, you look like a moron.

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finally watched GOTG3 and I HAVE BEEN,,,CONVINCED, PETER QUILL MY BELOVED 😩🤞🏽

I’m nice… sometimes ~Peter Quill x Reader~

Requested by @harlequin-99

Rating: Teen [PG-13] // Fluff

Warnings: Swearing & sexual language. Quill & you have a complicated relationship

Pairing: Peter Quill x Male Reader

Notes: Peter Quill, along with Tony Stark, are the most bisexual characters in the MCU! Like, fight me on it, but they both give off bisexual vibes the most. Out of all the characters, those two characters are like canon bi in MCU. - Rosalie🍑

🚀🚀🚀🚀

You had a very strange relationship with Star-Lord. You’d call it flirty, definitely flirty. A bit of sexual tension in the air, not a lot, enough to make you question if he actually did like you back or he was just playing along in good fun.

It’s hard to tell with Quill. He acts all gun-ho, cool and childish, yet he has a soft side for people he cares about. His family, for instance, the Guardians, he pretends to act like he doesn’t care but he’d die for them. You aren’t a Guardian of the Galaxy, but you did help when needed or requested, you have other things that get you money.

Yourself and Peter had… a mutual friendship that occasionally, when drunk, led to things becoming passionate between you both. Sort of friends-with-benefits but only when drunk type thing. It was fine, to begin with anyway, now you’re left wondering if the whole thing has just made things complicated. In the morning Peter acts like nothing happened, doesn’t answer questions or acknowledge that he remembers those moments.

Which is why you find yourself leaning against a railing outside a bar, you had tagged along with the Guardians to Knowhere. Rocket needed some stuff, Gamora wanted to get drunk, and Peter, well, he was being his usual self. A part of you knew that you should leave, cut all ties with Peter, although, admittedly you couldn’t stay away. If you left and, somehow, found a ship to live on and Peter called you up, needing help or whatever it is (because they clearly half the time didn’t actually need you), you’d go in a heartbeat for him. You’d turn up whenever and wherever he asked.

“Y/N!” Peter’s booming, slurred voice breaks you from your mind, “just the man I wanted to see.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, stinking of booze, “what are you doing out here?”

You sighed, shrugging his arm off, “Thinking. Trying to figure out possible leads for you guys, got nothing so far.”

Peter scoffs, “Stop working for five seconds will ya? C’mon, come have some fun.” The tone was the same as last time, you knew his implications with “fun”.

“No.” You day firmly, causing Peter to frown, “I can’t… do this anymore, Peter, I just can’t.” You look at him, the man you had fallen stupidly for, “it hurts that you don’t want me when you’re sober, I thought- I thought I could carry on this drunk love adventure with you but I can’t, so just stop.”

Peter stumbles back, speechless and definitely sobering up after that speech. You look anywhere but him with tears forming in your eyes, giving a big exhale before leaving.

Smuggling yourself on a ship that is leaving before any of the other Guardians can stop you, especially Peter.

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You hadn’t heard from Quill, you didn’t expect anything, but a small part of you had hoped he’d try. Try to resolve what happened, yet you heard nothing from him. A big part of you knew this might’ve happened, scare him off by how you really felt for him. You had to start to move on; find some distraction from your feelings. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, you need to come with us!” You’re snapped from your mind and back to reality by two Nova Corpsmen approaching you, you step back and hand twitches to your gun holster. 

“No need for violence,” Rhomann Dey walks between the two, familiar friendly smile upon his face, “you’ve been requested,” he nods to the two other who already begin to walk back to the Nova Corps Headquarters. 

You let out a small exhale, placing your hands on your hips and giving a pointed look to Dey, “Irani request me? What does she need that your people can’t do?” 

Dey just turns on his heel, “That’s Nova Prime Rael, to you and it wasn’t her, this time,” he calls over his shoulder.

You only rolled your eyes and followed him. Not asking questions or trying to make small talk, you obviously weren’t in trouble because it wouldn’t be this calm or easy. 

“You know, you’ve got yourself a keeper,” Dey tells you with a smile, you frown and look at him, “Never known anyone to go through all the trouble for one person, especially you.”

You nudge him, scoffing, “Low blow, I consider myself a catch,” you wink playfully, “how’s your wife and kids?”

“Still happily married,” you chuckle lightly with him as he opens the landing zone deck doors.

You step out and frown at the ship on deck, you look at Dey with confusion but he only shrugs with a grin. It was your old ship, the ship that got destroyed when Ronin decided to just attack Xander. It used to be owned by your father, The Loyal Damed, was it’s name. Your dad was a bounty hunter, worked with a crew of criminals catching other criminals for credits and “honour”, the name stuck with you through your ownership.

The same colours too, red and black, only it looked brand new. Yet, it looked the same, not a detail out of place.

“I don’t understand, it was blown up,” you walk around the ship and inspect every detail you can. “I was ejected from my seat, I watched it blow up and crash- beyond repair your guys said,” you look at Dey who nodded.

“That’s because you didn’t have me look at it, idiot,” you loon under the ship to Rocket, still working away at it with a blowtorch, “you’re welcome.”

You frown even deeper, “What the fuck?” Yourself and Rocket hardly have a friendly friendship, moreso mutual on the fact you both hate one another; for no apparent reason either, “you did this for me?”

“What? No, I did!” A voice yells, you look up and see Peter walking towards you, “I asked Rocket to look at the wreckage for you and figured-“

“No, no, no,” Rocket puts down the tools and walks over to you, “he kept pestering me for months, I gave in because he promised to let me drive the Milano from now on.”

You frowned at Peter, “Why? Is this your subtle way of telling me you don’t want me on your ship anymore?”

Peter shakes his head, “No, that’s not it,” he chuckles dryly, “I just… know how much it meant to you- the ship, the ship meant to you,” he shrugs and chuckles slightly, “I’m nice… sometimes.”

You nod slowly and hear Rocket sigh out of frustration, “I preferred you both when you were fucking whilst drunk, not this prancing around bullshit.”

There’s a silence as Peter gives Rocket a “wtf” look, which Rocket doesn’t even look at or react to. You can only chuckle because you missed this, you missed Peter, not Rocket.

“I got your ship made so I can get away from him, that’s why,” Peter jokes but an air of truth layers his words and you can only smile.

You shrug, “Sorry I deal in bounty hunting, not booty-“ before you can finish your epic joke Peter pulls you to him and kisses you, effectively shutting you up.

Finally pulling his emotions into sober time, instead of drunk time with you.

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Snow Day | Helmut Zemo x m!reader

anonymous asked: Helmut with And this one's for you

summary: you and Zemo get to spend the day together, only it's the weather that makes you actually have a plan for the day.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of violence

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Snow was coming down thick and heavy, blanketing the outside the same way that a duvet would, completely covering and swallowing everything it touched; it was early, the clock hardly touching seven o'clock in the morning, and already Zemo could feel the bed beside him was cold and barren, and the smell of coffee was hard to ignore as he dragged himself out of bed.

The clouds were a thick grey, almost black as they clung to the pale grey coloured skies; the wind howled against the window frames and the doors, begging to be let inside, and the ice made everything so slick that even pigeons couldn't cling to the branches of densely covered trees. Zemo sighed when he saw you in the kitchen, standing in front of a white canvas; he tilted his head to the side as he let out a yawn.

His hair, usually so neat and so tidy, often slicked and combed so that every single strand would sit properly, was messy; sticking up this way and that way, ruffled and unkempt. A reminder of what had happened the previous night, as well as how he had tossed and turned in his sleep every time you broke the way that he held you so tightly; bags under his dark brown eyes, and even worse, his scruff was starting to grow out again.

The chill of the air was the first thing to hit his bare chest, making his breath hitch as he clenched his jaw slightly; it crept down to his bare legs, nearly gracing the waistband of his boxers as he wished that he had thought twice and had put his dressing gown on. Or brought the duvet with him.

"Mein Bärchen?"

You hummed as you looked at him, a smile coming to your lips as you gestured for him to stand next to you. "It's snowing."

"I can see that."

"I'm just thinking," you started, "the last time we were together when it snowed, when we spent all day watching horror films, all snuggled up."

He nodded slowly, his hand coming to the small of your back as he dared to flash you a tired smile, doing his best not to yawn and not to shiver. Fuck, you were so warm. All wrapped up in his hoodie, a pair of thick and soft pyjama bottoms, fuzzy socks; he wished he had thought of that.

"And you want to do it again?"

You nodded, daring to meet his gaze as you raised your brows a little bit. So fucking hopeful that he worried it would almost kill you. "Please? If you're not busy helping Captain America, that is."

Zemo scoffed, shaking his head as he let out a quiet hum, dipping his hand under your hoodie and grumbling at how warm you felt against him. "I think we could probably arrange it."

"Really?"

"Natürlich," he shrugged. "Anything for mein geliebter... mein Mann."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you were too tired to do so as you broke away from him, forcing a sigh from the back of his throat as he shook his head and took a seat at the breakfast bar; it was his turn to pose in front of the white canvas this time, and before he could say anything, you were already taking a picture on your phone, making him smile as he wondered what could possibly go wrong.

Last time, he had the Punisher threatening him, as well as the infamous Wolverine; he wondered if they would do it again, given that they were your self-appointed bodyguards. That always made him laugh. They weren't bodyguards, just overprotective friends of yours... but, taking pictures made you happy, and Zemo would do anything to keep you that way.

He didn't say anything as you made two cups of coffee, merely watching you with the sort of tender curiosity that came with being together for so long; the first time he had met you was so long ago, now, but the memory was still fresh as wounding from barbed wire. He happened to be sitting in a little café with Sam when you had strolled in with Frank; he thought you were handsome from the moment he saw you, and when he heard your voice, he knew he had never heard a complaint about music in the car sound so good before.

Nothing changed since. He still knew you were handsome, still reminded you of it every time he got the chance; still loved to hear you talk, no matter what the subject was. Still loved to hear you laugh and to see your smile. You still took his breath away when you dressed up in the fancy suits and tuxedos he bought you for when he took you out; only ever the finest for the Baron's boyfriend. Fuck, you still took his breath away when you were wearing stained jogging bottoms and a ratty old hoodie.

"And this one's for you," you gently pushed the mug across the breakfast bar. "Biscuits?"

Zemo thought about it for a moment, pursing his lips before he nodded. "Sure."

He took the opportunity to check you out as you rummaged for them in the cupboard, chewing at the inside of his lip and trying not to say anything, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You look so good today."

You grinned as you brought the biscuits down, shaking your head as you scoffed. "You tell me that every day."

"And?" He raised a brow. "You look good every day."

"You're terrible," you told him, taking a swig from your coffee. "Smoke?"

"I'd love one," he agreed. "So, horror films and blankets today?"

You nodded as you started to roll cigarettes. "Unless there's anything you wanna do?"

"Be with you," Zemo said softly. "As always, mein Mann... you know I'm happy as long as you're happy."

You rolled your eyes but your smile didn't fade, and he knew that he had you exactly where he had wanted you; trying not to laugh, grinning, happier than a pig in shit. You were everything to him, all he needed from you was to see you happy, to see you smile, and he would do anything to make sure of it; if you said it would make you happy, Zemo would have gladly beheaded kings and stabbed princes, he would have happily brought palaces down to rubble and dust. Anything for his beloved, for his man.

Anything for you.

"Come here," he gestured, and when you were close enough, he grabbed you, and swiftly pulled you down onto his lap. His arms around you securely, kissing your neck ever so softly. "Whatever you want to do, mein geliebter, I will happily go along with you."

"What if I said I wanted to go for a hike?"

"I'd go with you," he told you sincerely. "Du bist mein Herz. Just don't go anywhere I can't follow."

"I'm messing," you laughed softly, grinning. "I'm perfectly happy to just laze on the sofa with you..."

"As am I," Zemo agreed. "So, is it a date?"

"It's a date."

"Now," he gently bit at your skin. "Do you want me to finish rolling?"

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i like how this implies that Joker and Surfing Joker are two different characters

#dc comics #the joker #joker

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my fav writer on this platform 😭 thank you!

Fear | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: please do a “Walk the fuck away” and “Who gives a shit?” with a Mother Milk x m!reader please! like maybe reader and Marvin are dating alr and reader wants to tell the boys ab them but Marvin is scared ab it, maybe they almost break up?

summary: it's the nature of time that all secrets must be brought to the light, but will Marvin actually agree to this one being known?

tws: swearing, mental illness (briefly mentioned a few times)

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It was the nature of time that secrets would eventually be brought to the light and that what was once a private issue would become everybody's issue; you and Marvin knew that, you were both painfully aware of it. Just as you were both painfully aware that if the Supes caught wind of the fact that you and Marvin together, they would surely use one of you to get to the other.

That was your original excuse for keeping your relationship hidden, at least; keep it hidden, keep each other safe. Keep Janine and Monique safe, too; you had no doubts that if the Supes knew that you were Marvin's boyfriend, they would surely use you to get to his family, too. You couldn't have that. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something happened to them, after all, Monique was your best friend and you considered Janine as your own.

The last thing you wanted was to put them at risk. But now, there was no reason for you and Marvin to be so secretive about your relationship; you could have been open about it if you wanted to, but there were certain people that you knew you had to tell first. Those you called comrades, those you fought so proudly beside and who you came to consider family; you knew they had to be told first.

But while you were getting more used to the idea of people knowing that you and Marvin were boyfriends, he wasn't so keen; Soldier Boy was back in the picture, unpredictable and bigoted as he used to be, and Marvin was... he was struggling, massively. You could see it in his eyes, could see it in how his OCD was starting to act up. He was struggling with that cunt back in the picture. He was scared.

You supported him as best as you could, stayed glued to his side more often than not so at least he knew he wasn't alone; long days with nothing much going on spent with him trying to listen to his music to distract himself while you sat across the room and occasionally smiled at him. Just so he knew he wasn't alone. You weren't sure what else you could do; Butcher wouldn't let you kill Soldier Boy, and even if he did, that wasn't your revenge to take anyway.

You just did what you could and what he asked of you; it was the very bare minimum, but it was at least something. You still wanted to tell The Boys, though, and when Marvin reluctantly agreed to rejoin them despite Butcher's betrayal, you knew that the time wouldn't be far off; but Marvin was so scared, he didn't even ask you to watch Downtown Abbey with him during the quieter hours.

You decided that you had had enough when you were texting Monique about it, and with her advice under your belt, you waited until everyone was out; Butcher was getting coffee, Frenchie and Kimiko in charge of getting something from a takeaway, Hughie and Annie were sent to get pudding.

Just you and Marvin in that old shit hole that Butcher proudly called headquarters, the silence was giving you a fucking headache.

"For fuck's sake!"

He turned to look at you with his brows furrowed. "What?"

You sighed heavily. "We have to tell them."

His eyes widened, and he shook his head as he dared to approach, holding his hands out, his shoulders slumping when you placed your hands in his. "I know you want to, but it's not safe... I want to, too, but it's just not safe."

"You keep saying that," you pointed out. "But when is it ever gonna be safe, Marv?"

Marvin sighed, looking down at how your hands looked in his for a moment before he eventually brought his gaze to yours, swallowing so thickly that you heard it. "I don't know."

"We need to tell them," you insisted.

"Not yet," he shook his head. "Please, not yet."

There it was again. Nothing but fear in his eyes as he gave your hands a little squeeze. "No."

"Marvin-"

"It could put you at risk," he said quietly. "Even worse, putting you at risk could put Janine and Monique at risk... I don't wanna be the reason that my family dies."

You fell silent, just looking at him for a moment before you let go of his hands and took a step back; you couldn't do it, you knew you wouldn't be strong enough to cope with keeping the relationship a secret for much longer. "Then walk the fuck away."

Marvin shook his head, searching and scrambling for the right words to say; he didn't want to lose you, didn't want to break up just because he was scared. He didn't want to lose you, but he also didn't want to risk you getting hurt because of him; sure, pain and injury came with the territory of hunting Supes for a living, but he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. He wouldn't cope with that.

"I can't."

"You have to," you said quietly. "Marvin... I can't cope with being your dirty little secret."

"I know," he admitted, a little coarse in tone but he didn't mean it. He was fucking scared. "But I'm scared - I don't want you to get hurt because of me, I don't want you to die."

You shook your head. "That won't happen. You'll protect me."

"What if I can't?" He asked.

"Then I won't mind," you dared to crack a smile. "It won't be your fault, no matter what happens... I know you're scared, but so am I."

That took a certain amount of weight from his shoulders, knowing that it wasn't just him feeling the pressure, crumbling beneath it; chipped away piece by piece. He nodded. "So, you wanna tell 'em?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he said slowly. "But promise me something."

"Anything."

He dared to make a move to get closer, slowly reaching out and taking your hands in his once again, his thumbs running up and down your knuckles as he tried to soothe himself a bit. "If something ever gets out of control, you get Monique and Janine, and you run as far as you can - without me."

"Marv..."

"Promise me," he said. "Please, just promise me that."

You didn't want to, you couldn't guarantee that you could keep them safe, but you would still try your best; they were his family, which meant that they were your family, as you would never deny that you loved them as much and the very same as he did. So you nodded. "Promise. If shit gets too much, I'll get Monique and Janine, and we'll run as far as we can."

"Thank you," he breathed out, daring to pull you as close as he could so that he could wrap his arms around you. It wouldn't stop his paranoia, wouldn't stop his fear and certainly wouldn't stop his delusions or his anxiety - but it was something; he could trust you. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you whispered against him, holding onto him just as tightly. "So... we're gonna tell everyone?"

Marvin nodded. "Yeah, when they get back."

"Guarantee you that Butcher will ask who gives a shit?" You joked softly, and when he laughed, you could finally fully relax.

A little promise wouldn't fix everything, it wouldn't even fix the little things or even change them, but it was something; he needed to hear it, and if you were honest, hearing him laugh for the first time since Soldier Boy was brought back made it all worth it. You would have stolen the moon just to hear him laugh again, would have held the cast and crew of Downtown Abbey at gunpoint and forced them to make a new season.

"He'll probably already know you're my boyfriend," Marvin murmured. "Same with Frenchie."

"I guarantee you it'll be Kimiko, if anyone."

"Alright," he snuck his hand down to your back pocket, gently tapping the one where your wallet was tucked away. "You're on."

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TY SO MUCH FOR THE MOTHER MILK FIC HES SO 💕🥺 JUST THANk YOU SM

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!!!!

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THIS WAS SO GOOD 😭

No Sugar | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: hi! would you please write a Mother’s Milk x male reader with the lyrics (slipknot) “Let me tell you, man, I said it, I meant it” and “What do you need?” where they idk, like finally admit they like eachother bc they’ve been working together for a few years! maybe it ends w/ them cuddling or something!

summary: a routine game of cards turns into something much different than you first planned.

tws: swearing

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Of all the people in the world who made you feel safest and soundest, it had to be Marvin; you had known each other for years and years, worked shoulder to shoulder and spent many breaks sleeping against each other, you really loved him, really liked to have him close and to be close to him.

You were actually so close that his daughter would run up to you and jump in your arms whenever she saw you, and as she got older, it did get more difficult to keep your balance when she did so; but you looked after her like she was your own, and you knew Marvin appreciated the times that you volunteered to look after her while he took a much needed nap on the sofa.

Thankfully though, he had come over to see you tonight as part of your weekly routine; once a week, he would come over to play a few card games with you and to have a few drinks, kick back and relax, just the two of you. The moment he walked through the door was the very moment your heart started to pound, and when he hugged you, it felt like home; burying your face against the side of his neck as you clung onto him, wishing for the embrace to never end.

He let go eventually, reluctant to pull away, and you didn't miss the way that he briefly looked at your lips as he kept you close, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against your own; you tried your best not to whimper when he broke the embrace and took a step back, clearing his throat as he smiled.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, not bad - how's Janine?"

"She said thank you," Marvin chuckled. "She loves that jaguar teddy bear you got her... y'know, she even said you're her favourite babysitter."

You laughed softly as you shook your head, letting him follow you into the kitchen; he made himself at home at the dinner table, reaching for the deck of cards and starting to shuffle them.

"Coffee?"

"Please," he agreed. "No sugar."

"I know," you hummed, reaching for the cup that he always had. It was an older mug, some of the colour and life drained from it, but it had once proudly had the album art of Wu-Tang Clan's 'Enter The Wu-Tang' on it. "I do remember those things, y'know - same as I remember that you always show up here when you're wearing your Snoop Dogg shirt."

"You really remember that?" He hummed, starting to dish out the cards, already knowing by instinct where you would sit, at the head of the table and always to his left.

It was the same as when you walked together, you were always on the outside of the pavement to his left. Always to his left when you worked together, too, and always slept on the left side of the bed when he napped with you; he almost felt like something was missing when you weren't there with him. Just like how you knew he took his coffee without sugar and how he always wore the same shirt, he knew you would always be to his left.

When you finally came to sit beside him, you sat in the exact chair, and Marvin easily pushed the chair out for you, grinning when you picked up your cards and playfully glared at him.

"So, motherfucker with a heart," you cleared your throat to avoid the urge to laugh. "What're we playing? Strip poker?"

"Not today," he shifted in his seat, swallowing thickly as his breath hitched for just a single moment. "Today's poker."

"Texas hold 'em?"

"Texas hold 'em," he nodded. "Your favourite."

You watched him for a second, leaning back in your chair and bringing your legs up so that you could rest your feet on his thigh; grumbling softly when he put one hand down and started to rub little circles into your calf with his thumb.

"Don't try and butter me up," you warned. "That's cheating."

"You cheat all the time," he pointed out. "Last time, you sat on my lap and stole my cards... or did you forget?"

"I'll do it again," you cautioned with a slight grin.

"Come on, then," he pushed his chair back, spreading his legs as he laid his cards facedown on the table. A soft groan coming from the back of his throat when you planted yourself on his lap. He put his arm around you to keep you steady. "Don't look at my cards."

You leaned into him, placing your hand on his as you paused for a moment. "Marv?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm starting to feel something," you mumbled.

"Was it that phaal curry you had earlier? Because I told you last time, if the food keeps upsetting your stomach, don't go to the-"

"No, not that," you shook your head, shifting a little to get more comfortable. "It's... fuck."

"What?"

You weren't sure if you could actually admit it, chewing at the inside of your cheek as you tried not to focus on how it felt to be held by him and to be sitting on his lap; heart racing and your hands trembling, forcing you to put down the cards as you turned around. Straddling his waist and putting your hands on his chest, covering some of the writing on his shirt as your breath hitched.

You couldn't help but to look down at his lips for a moment, a soft and quiet whimper slipping from the back of your throat. "Marvin..."

"I got you," he whispered, shaking his head. "What do you need? Talk to me, (y/n)."

You held onto his shirt, trying to concentrate on the feeling of the soft fabric against your fingers but constantly distracted by how he kept his hands on you to keep you steady; the way his breath was so gentle and how his words were your oasis in the desert. Fuck.

"Shitting fuck, Marv, I think I might be in love with you."

"Think I might feel the same," Marvin admitted quietly, nodding as he looked at your lips for a moment, swallowing thickly and trying to focus on keeping you steady on his lap. His concentration constantly broken by the way you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he breathed out. "Can I, uh..."

"Kiss?" The word came out so softly, so hesitant and nervous, you couldn't believe you had even said it.

But then he nodded, starting to bite at the inside of his lip as nervousness overtook him. "That."

"Sure..." you made the move, edging closer until the distance was slowly closed.

He kissed you back immediately, so soft and so gentle, so slow and so cautious; it was plain to see that neither of you wanted to make a mistake, but it was easy to get lost. The way he kissed you took your breath away, one hand coming up to rest on his shoulder as he deepened it, stealing more of your breath as you held onto him.

It had been a while since Marvin had actually kissed another man, but fuck, he was glad it was you; he was glad that it was the man he had slowly fallen absolutely head over heels for, and when he broke away, breath soft and hurried, he couldn't help but to smile.

"I... fuck, (y/n)."

"What?"

"I haven't kissed a man like that in years," he admitted quietly, a little anxious about how you felt.

Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his jaw, gently rubbing your thumb up and down his face as you smiled. "I liked it."

"You did?"

"I did," you nodded, even daring to kiss him again. "And, y'know... you could always, uhm, always kiss me like that again, if you wanted to."

Slowly, he moved, coaxing you onto the table and standing between your legs as he planted his hands either side of your thighs. "I love you, and let me tell you, man, I said it, I mean it... I... I love you."

"I love you, too," you put your hands on his shoulders. "Marvin, I've... I've loved you for a long while and... and if you wanna be in a relationship, that's amazing - but... but if not, that's amazing, too."

"I do," Marvin assured softly. "Just... as long as we can take things slow."

"Slow is fine by me," you agreed. "I think I should remake our coffee, though... it's probably gone cold."

"Later," he pleaded gently. "But remember-"

"No sugar," you grinned. "I know."

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LOVE

Hey 👋 could you write a Tony Stark x top male reader, with some enemies to lovers like they’re both in the avengers and rivals?

Tony Stark x male reader

Headcanons

This isn’t any outright smut  the request didn’t specify. Reader is also based off an old Marvel oc of mine called Lockjaw.

-          You and Tony Stark had never been friends, it stemmed from your fathers being mortal enemies in the engineering field and it just passed onto you two.

-          Both your fathers were extremely skilled inventors and always had an extreme rivalry on who could build the best of the best, and since you were young, it had been the same for Tony and yourself.

-          Your father’s rivalry had led to a horrible accident, your father had tried his best to build a weapon of some sort that would be better than whatever Howard was creating. An accident happened with you nearby, and your jaw was pretty much ripped right off your body.

-          You have very few memories of the next couple of weeks to a month or two, all you remember is the hospital and going in and out of a coma, and hearing talks from doctors and your father on a prosthetic.

-          When you finally wake up fully you learn your father created a new jaw for you made out of vibranium, along with bottom teeth and fake tissue that would cover the cheeks so you could eat.

 -          You are kept out of the limelight for years after that, but the few times you are seen always cause an uproar because of your prosthetic. Its no secret it’s your father’s fault, and through the years you’ve watched Howard and Tony use it to better their own image.

-          Because you are disconnected from most people you go about becoming a better inventor, and when your father dies when you are in your early 20s you take over the family company.

-          You branch out from weapons far before Stark does, which gains you the upper hand outside of weapon production, which your company stops doing after a few years with you in charge.

-          You start showing yourself in public, having updated your prosthetic. Its now black with gold accents (think Buckys black and gold arm) and instead of feeling ashamed you make it part of who you are.

-          The public starts calling you Lockjaw because you always have a hard and cold expression and put up with no one’s bull.

-          The rivalry with Tony is dormant for these years as Tony is busy being a party animal and whatnot as you are busy growing your company. But you both sneer or roll your eyes at one another if you ever pass the other during parties.

 -          You reconnect when Avengers become a thing and you start to become a hero on your own, using the name Lockjaw as you use your inventions to save people and defeat baddies.

-          SHIELD offers you a place among the Avengers and all the members of the Avengers seems to want you there except for Tony. After a very long legal talk with SHEILD you agree and then you are part of the team.

-          The rivalry that’s been dormant for all these years seem to explode, and Tony and you can be found arguing and butting heads all the time. It becomes a joke amongst your teammates that if they can’t find one of you, find the other, since you two are probably arguing again.

-          Your rivalry pushes both of you to create better inventions and suits, to go further and further to one-up the other. You both make underhanded comments as well as speak with so much sass to one another that it drives your team wild.

-          Clint has muttered a joke to Natasha about the sexual tension between you two more than once, which always has you and Tony glare at the archer.

 -          Now, Clint was right that there was a lot of sexual tension between you and Tony, everyone could feel it honestly, except you and Tony of course.

-          It all seemed to boil over one night when the two of you were running on very little sleep and had been shoved into the same laboratory, building on your own inventions whilst trying to ignore the other man.

-          For some reason you both started arguing again, like always, but for some reason you both just felt more heated than usual. As Tony was getting in your face something just seemed to snap inside you and you shoved him backwards.

-          Tony didn’t have much time to react as he slammed into the cluttered work desk before you were on him, hands gripping at his neck to pull him into a heated kiss.

-          Tony didn’t know how to react for a moment before he just seemed to accept was what happening and threw his arms around your neck and pulled you in closer.

-          Before you knew it you had your tongues in each other’s mouths and were swapping spit like it was your life’s mission.

 -          Tony soon had his legs around your waist and your hands searched up under his shirt, groping at whatever skin you could reach.

-          Spit was running down your chins, the kissing leaving your metal chin shiny in the light of the laboratory. The night passed with the two of you humping like animals on the work desk, right beside whatever project you had both been working on earlier.

-          Tonys neck ended up being covered in bites and hickeys, his shirt thrown somewhere in the other end of the room and his pants unbuttoned and belt undone. You weren’t in a much better situation yourself, shirt pushed up over your chest, pants halfway down your thighs and belt chucked somewhere on the floor.

-          As the two of you leant against each other trying you catch your breaths, Tony reaches up and runs his fingers across your vibranium jaw and makes a comment about how he always found the prosthetic hot.

-          You just snort and roll your eyes, resting your forehead against Tonys shoulder. Tony ends up commenting how you should probably put him down if you were done, but you just give him a look and ask what he means done.

-          Tony lets out a noise as you pick him up and quickly move the two of you to the sofa in the workshop, Tony falling onto it with a laugh as he kicks his pants off.

-          Lets just say your rivalry still lives on, but instead of arguing you two do something else instead.

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FR

ive been stuck on tony knows p.2 for the LONGEST time

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BABY 😭🥺🥺🥺

Daniel Brühl as Andrea Marowski Ladies in Lavender (2004)

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targeted. i feel targeted.

my dick has taken me places i wouldn’t even go with a gun.

You know I’m not always proud of what my libido wants but at least I’ve never wanted to fuck Pennywise.

#i wanna fuck pennywise #that shouldn’t matter tho

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I made these, enjoy :)

free use <3 

funnily enough, i only ship 2 of these :) SamBucky and RhodeyTony

#stony #stucky #sambucky #rhodeytony #steve x tony #steve x bucky #sam x bucky #tony x rhodey

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i do too 😂

Okay hear me out

slightly long prompt, if you use it, please tag me?

Happy has a like 20-some year old son, and the son is very gifted, in math, sciences and tech, but even more talented in art and writing, so he goes to an Art College for that. and hes visiting happy (his dad) for the summer, and his dad doesnt want to leave him alone while he goes to work.

so happy brings m/n to work with him, and since hes a brainiac, he thinks ‘oh he’ll get along great with tony’ Right? Yes right. because tony, who just broke up with pepper, because he was questioning his sexuality, meets and falls in love with happys son. 

Happy notices that his son is happier around tony, but he just thinks that hes just getting along with him great and is probably excited to use his big brain for once, since he pursued a career in art and writing. 

Say its the end of happys work day, and he has to go to the lab to get is son. the lab is on lockdown or something, and wont let happy in, he uses his override code (bc head of security) and walks in on Tony bent over a desk while his son is obviously fucking tony. happy has a fuckign meltdown, and threatens to quit bc he thinks tony manipulated his son or paid M/n to do that.

M/n has to take happy out into the hall outside of the lab and tell him that he really likes tony and wants to be with him.

Happy isn’t happy (haha) about it, but lets it happen bc his son is a smart man who doesnt need happys protection, not anymore at least.

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Just watched Black Adam

Now I wanna write a small found family thing where Carter (Hawkman) and Kent (Dr. Fate) fall in love, and adopt Al (Atom Smasher) and Maxine (Cyclone) with Black Adam as the cool uncle who does stupid things sometimes when he visits.

Either i can do it or someone can tell me no.

#black adam #cyclone DC #Atom Smasher #Dr. Fate #Hawkman #Hawkman x Dr.Fate #Black adam would be a cool himbo uncle