#marvel x reader smut

[blue-sadie]

Movie Marathon

Them getting distracted from the movie

Your rigid breathes and soft moans were almost drowning out the sound of the boring rom com you guys decided on, your eyes were closed tightly as he worked his fingers inside you.

He found the movie boring half way through and decided that he should annoy you instead, he started with throwing little bits of popcorn at you to get your attention on him but when that didn't work he started to tease you.

His hand slowly found its way onto your inner thigh, his finger tips running from your knee to the end of your pj shorts each time getting slightly higher into them, he then attached his lips to your neck making sure to leave a few love bites and hickies.

One finger slowly became two then to three, his slowly but eager thrusting fingers were driving you crazy, the movie was long forgotten as you squirmed beside him, him whispering his dirty desires only making it worse.

His fingers slowly fastened their pace and started curling inside you while his thumb rubbed your clit, your moans and whines only fueling his desire to make you cum but he won't just make you cum once no no no he's only stopping when your shaking and begging him to stop.

Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hope you having a good day/night 💘

frank having a wet dream (i’m not a native speaker i’m not sure if it’s called this, i’m sorry) about reader and when it’s just about to endddd….reader wakes him up cos obviously he was grunting, sweating and moving a lot in his sleep so she thought he was having a nightmare and she’s worried about him…(my horny brain just died here so i’m leaving the rest of it to you)

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��Frank? Baby, wake up,” your sprawled-out fingers gently swept over his broad shoulder, “it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”

On a sharp intake of oxygen, Frank stirred from his slumber. Blinking open his dark eyes to see you staring back at him, your cheek smooshed against your pillow, only a second passed before his touch slid up to the sides of your face as he longingly let his forehead melt against your own. 

“Wow,” you uttered softly as he crawled closer, “are you okay?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed gravelly before crashing his lips against yours. 

Out of pure surprise, a palm came up to press against his chest as you grasped the first sliver of a break to tilt your head back enough to search his eyes in the low moonlight, “Frank?”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” his thumb brushed across your cheekbone as his gaze all but ate you up. 

“Frank, you don’t have to act all tough around me, you know that–,” but the rest of your sentence fell from your lips as he rolled on top of you and the palpable tent in his boxers pressed against your thigh, “oh…” heat swiftly began to rise in your cheeks, “not a nightmare, got it,” a small chuckle bubbled out of you, “I guess I’m sorry then for waking you up.”

“It’s alright,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your jaw, “dreams are fun and all,” his pecks slowly began to migrate further south, “but I’d much rather have the real deal,” holding onto the covers that draped over you both, he flashed you a small smirk before his head disappeared beneath it.

“Frank…” you let out a laugh as he moved down your body, caressing your curves before his head settled between your soft thighs, “was it about me?” you held the top of the duvet up for you to see him, “did you have a sex dream about me?”

Cocking his head, he said, “why do you sound so surprised?” and pressed a hot kiss to the very top of your inner thigh, “they’re always about you.”

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[deviouz]

matthew “munch” murdock could spend hours between your legs and it would still never be enough. sometimes he does it for your pleasure, to hear you keen and cry out his name while your deft fingers go to card through his hair to guide him where you needed him the most. when he was feeling nice, he’d entertain your wants, lips and tongue working in tandem as your moans grew breathier and higher in pitch. sometimes he would have to hold your hips down with an arm slung over them, while the other went to shove two fingers knuckle deep into your heat. god, he’d have the smuggest of smirks etched into his features as you gushed around his fingers and let out the most graphic obscenities. he can hear how fast your heart was beating, how you eagerly sucked in breath after breath with every utterance of his name, every plea.

but sometimes matt would return home in a mood, whether it be in a wrinkled four-piece suit with a briefcase in hand, or in the blood-red suit known to strike residents of hell’s kitchen with a fear unlike any other, his tired body covered in an array of cuts and bruises. he won’t be nice when he bullies himself between your thighs, hands forcing your legs apart and fingers digging themselves into your thighs. he won’t let you even touch him. as soon as one of your hands go down to grab at his hair, he’s got it in an iron-tight grip by the wrist as he buries his face deeper into your heat, greedily drinking from your core. he’s not even considering on relenting until you’re damn-near sobbing, until he can taste the salt in the air from your tears and feel the way you tremble beneath him with fruitless hope of reprieve.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hiiii can you do whiskey w/ steve rogers that involves spanking/light bdsm? reader wants to try something new in the bedroom and steve's a little more hesitant at first but he gets into it

Darkness.

warnings - smut. cursing.

you know I had to use another nomad gif... it's the long hair with the beard... it gets me going man. I kind of went a little rogue with this request, but it just happened. apologies.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

He's dreamed of women like you.

Strong, independent, resilient.

Women that take what they want, when they want it - regardless of the repercussions.

But he never could have anticipated your intuition. Your instincts.

You can read him like a book. Plain and simple. And no one can do that.

Steve prides himself on being stoic. Brave. The face of freedom. But it's like you look at him with x ray vision.

"Don't you ever get tired of it?" you ask one night.

Steve's sat on the edge of the bed, watching you get undressed. It's been a long night, full of fake smiles and ballgowns and polite handshakes. Weariness has settled in his bones.

"Tired of what?"

"The Golden Boy thing."

He scoffs.

"It's not a 'thing'."

You scoff.

"Come on, Steven. Don't forget I can see right through you."

"Oh yeah? Then what do you see, honey?"

You stalk over to him, settling down in his lap. Your favourite place.

"I can see the darkness, you know."

His brow quirks. Curiosity.

"Sometimes, I watch the America's Sweetheart facade slip ever so slightly. And I see what's underneath."

"And what would that be?"

A kiss to his jaw. Below his ear. A nip at his throat.

"You're a caged animal."

His grip on your hips tightens. Bingo.

"There's something in here, Steve," you point to his chest. "Something dark. Something raw. Something feral."

His breath hitches. His lungs constrict.

"I wanna see it," you whisper. "Whatever's underneath. I wanna see it."

He chuckles, low and menacing.

"Oh, honey. I don't think you know what you've just done."

You're on all fours in the blink of an eye. Strong fingers twist into the waistband of your underwear and pull, the sound of ripping lace making you gasp.

A smack to your ass makes you jolt, but not with fear. Anticipation. You want to see how far he'll go before he stops himself. You want to see his restraint snap.

"If you need me to stop," he whispers into your ear, "tell me. Or use the word Brooklyn."

He spanks you again before flipping you over with inhuman strength. He undoes his tie and runs the silk material through his fingers. You can see the cogs turning. He just needs a little push.

You raise your wrists and place them against the headboard, giving him a look that says I dare you.

Steve ties you up, standing back to admire his handiwork. He could get used to this view.

He reminds himself that you asked for this.

And he's never been one to deny you anything.

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[little-spicy]

Hold Me

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: On a Guardian mission, Adam is hit with a foreign substance called Sunmite. As they realize that Adam is indeed infected, Y/N learns that he's fully gone primal.

WARNING: MDNI!!! 🔞 SMUT!!! Dubcon (it's Sex Pollen), dom/sub, chasing kink, praise, etc.

IT WAS A NORMAL DAY ON NOWHERE, ever since the battle with the High Evolutionary the place became peaceful again and the new home thrived since Nebula had taken charge.

The children were laughing, Nebula was stressed and doing a million things, and Drax was his usual self, playing with the children.

Y/N was with Drax as they taught the kids how to play with the hula hoops. Peter had brought some items from Earth and had given it to children and to say they were having a blast was an understatement.

As they enjoyed the time with the children was when they received the call from Rocket saying that Adam was in an accident.

Y/N's heart dropped as she looked at Drax with fear. Y/N had helped Adam when he decided to change, that he decided to be part of the Guardians and be better than his mother. He was created to be an all perfect being but Y/N saw him for what he truly was.

He was a scared child, someone who was born to a world that he was barely ready for. She was the youngest guardian on the team; rescued by Peter and the Ravengers when she was a small child and raised as one of them. She was barely a teenager as she became a guardian, but nonetheless a strong one.

She was young like him so she understood him, she understood his innocent looks, his kindness, and his eager to learn.

She stayed up with him, let him listen to music, let him read, and just to be there with him. Those nights turned into days, and suddenly both of them began to grow feelings for one another.

It was no secret that they would fall for each other but it still was just as sweet when they finally held hands and shared a kiss from time to time.

But as she heard that he had been hurt, she was scared. Everything that she had ever faced was no where as scary as hearing that Adam was hurt.

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Y/N ran as fast as she could to their lab, she was given location to where they were but that didn't ease her uneasiness in her stomach.

When she entered the lab, she could see that there was a protective shield. She saw as Adam was on a table, wheezing and groaning in pain.

"What happened?" Y/N asked Rocket as she looked at him with pain.

Rocket had a vial of a bright orange substance, he held it up for Y/N to look and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What am I looking at?" She asked him.

"One of those Zelnights hit him with a dart of some kind." Rocket said. "We thought it didn't affect him since he didn't show any signs but that changed when we were coming back."

"He started going crazy and we had Cosmo here hold him down." Kraglin said and Cosmo barked.

"He is not a good boy." Cosmo said and Y/N watched as Adam groaned once more and hissed in pain.

"Why is he locked in there, help him!" Y/N said as she tried to open it but Kraglin stopped her.

"We couldn't risk contamination, we're still running lab results." Kraglin said. "Even when we did, he started burning up and began to fight us. He kept asking for you, we wouldn't even had told you if he hadn't kept begging us."

"Y/N." Adam said weakly, his head turned to see her through the shield.

"Adam, sweetie." Y/N said and touched the shield.

"Y/N." Adam said more fiercely, his eyes glowed and got up abruptly. He tried to go through the shield only to be thrown back. He yelled and came forward again and caused Y/N to move back and tried to hold back tears.

"Nebula, we're gonna need something to calm him down." Rocket said through the comm link. He looked up to Y/N. "We need to get you out of here."

"I won't leave him!" Y/N said as she tried to come forward but once again Kraglin stopped her.

"We can't risk him hurting you, we don't know what'll happen." Kraglin said and Y/N watched as Adam, tried to hit the shield but once again he was thrown back and he groaned in pain once again.

"Comet, hold him." Rocket told Comet, comet nodded and began to use their telekinesis to hold Adam.

"We'll find out answers soon, but for now you need to get out of here." Rocket said. "He'll be fine, I promise."

Y/N looked down at Adam and crouched down to see him.

"Adam, sweetie I'll be back." She said and Adam's eyes still followed bright.

"Please, love, I need you." He said with pain. Y/N tried not to cry.

"I want to, but I can't sweetie." Y/N said. "They need to test that stuff and until they know what it is I can't get in there."

"Please!" Adam begged and Y/N was then being led away by Kraglin. "Y/N!"

Y/N put her hands over her ears and tried not to cry as she heard his pleads.

"Go back to you place, keep your comm link on you and we'll keep you updated." Kraglin said and Y/N nodded sadly.

"Okay, please take care of him." She said and Kraglin nodded.

"Of course." He said and Y/N walked away, heading farther away and hoping to erase the sound of his screams.

She walked around the Knowhere, walking past the people and giving them the best smile she could.

Once she got into her home, she immediately went to the couch and laid down. She grabbed her device and from one of Peter's playlist she began to listen to music.

She turned off her lights and turned on her fairy lights and let the apartment be lit by dim lighting.

She decided to get out of her regular day clothes and get into her comfy clothes and let herself forget for a moment the gnawing feeling of her boyfriend being in pain.

She didn't realize as the music played she started to get drowsy and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

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Y/N felt her eyes open abruptly as she heard the blaring sound of her comm link.

"Y/N! Y/N come in!" She heard Nebula shout and Y/N tried to gain balance as she rushed toward her comm link.

She nearly fell but grabbed her comm link and answered.

"Hey! It's Y/N, what's wrong?" She asked frantically.

"Everything, Adam broke loose." Nebula said and Y/N's heart stopped.

"Where is he?" She asked and Nebula was about to answer until Rocket answered.

"To you!" He said. "Listen, we found out what that stuff is, it's called Sunmite; it's a lethal injection that's suppose to drive a person insane with heat."

"Is there a cure?" Y/N asked frantically. "What was it used for?"

"It's a mite used to stun the victim, but I think this guy had a plan." Rocket said. "The guy who hit Adam I guess was one of High Evolutionary's goons, I guess they had an order for him to- to."

"To what!" Y/N asked.

"To copulate, have kids." Nebula said begrudgingly. "They want the perfect man to reproduce."

"Oh my god." Y/N said and she felt her nerves sky rocket. "Do you mean?"

"He's super horny yeah." Nebula said and Rocket laughed.

"I can't believe you just said that." Rocket said and Y/N and Nebula huffed.

"Where is he now?" Y/N asked.

"He's on his way to-" Nebula was cut off by the sound of Adam nearly breaking the door.

"Y/N." He breathlessly said and Y/N put her hands in front of her to shield her but Adam engulfed her into a hug and leaned down and kissed her.

"Adam don't hurt-" Nebula was silenced once Adam crushed Y/N's comm link.

"Adam." Y/N said breathlessly as she pulled away and once she did, she saw his eyes still glowing and his eyes filled with lust. "Adam, you're not well."

"I'm fine now." Adam said and kissed her feverishly. "I need you."

Adam then tore her shirt and Y/N moaned as she felt his kisses on her neck. She gripped his hair and heard him grunt

"Adam, we can't- you aren't in-" Y/N tried to fight it but then Adam kissed her once more and she melted into the kiss and cupped his cheeks.

"I need you, I want you." He said and began to kiss her neck and got on his knees and began to kiss her stomach and hips.

She let out shaky moan as she gripped his hair. He was about to rip her pants but she stepped back.

"Y/N." He looked up at her with his glowing eyes and when he saw the fear in her eyes, his eyes dimmed for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"I- I've never done anything like this-" Y/N helped him up and could tell he was fighting the toxin. "I don't want you to do this cause you're forced to."

Adam kissed her softly, trying to be delicate as his fingers shook. She watched as his eyes were hazel orbs were back and he held her.

"I've wanted to for a long time, I just didn't want to force you." He told her. "I-"

He groaned as he felt the toxins kicking in and Y/N felt his grip on her tighten. He fell onto his knees and Y/N saw his eyes turn bright orange again and he kissed her inner thigh, making her shudder.

"I want you more than I've ever wanted, my love." He said and ripped her pants. "Tell me you don't want this."

She felt him kiss her clothed pussy and she gripped his hair and felt herself get wetter by the second.

"I-I-" she stuttered, she felt her body betray her as she felt electricity flow. "Yes."

"Yes- what?" He asked, tauntingly.

"Yes, I want you." She said and that's all the confirmation he needs and ripped her underwear.

He began to lick and kiss her clit and she felt her knees buckle. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady and with a final kiss on her clit, he got up and picked her up bridal style.

She looked at him and kissed him deeply, she giggled into the kiss as she felt his hands roam her ass.

He threw her on the bed and she looked up at him with lust. His face was the same way as his eyes glowed, she could see the erection in his suit and she bit her lip in anticipation.

"You like what you see, love?" He asked and she felt her cheeks blush as she never heard him like that.

"I do." She said and decided to tease and take off her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were hardened by the cool air and being aroused.

Adam licked his lips and began to discard his clothes quickly and got into the bed with her.

He kissed her quickly and then began to kiss further down to her chest and suck and bite on one of her breasts.

"Fuck!" She hissed and gripped his hair tight and felt herself get wetter.

She suddenly jolted as she felt his fingers move around her folds. She watched as he brought her juices to his lips and moaned at the taste.

"You taste heavenly." He said and kissed down her stomach to the top of her pubic bone. They both looked at each other until Adam dove into her pussy.

She felt her soul leave her body as she felt his feast on her like she was the last food in the universe. She gripped his hair and squirmed as he sucked and licked her clit.

She made noises that fueled Adam's drive, as she was about to cum, he let go off her clit with a pop and got right above her.

"I love you." He said and she looked at him and cupped his cheeks, she kissed him softly.

"I love you too." She said and in an instant, Adam lined his cock up to her entrance and slowly entered.

She winced at his size and felt her walls stretch for the first time. She put her head on his chest and she winced, Adam stopped once in a while to kiss and hold her but the drugs were fighting his mind as the feeling of her velvety walls hugged his cock.

She felt him completely in and she had never felt so full ever, she felt content and the world stood still as she felt her walls squeeze Adam's dick.

"You can move now." She told Adam.

Adam's mind blacked out as he began to rock into her, his hips snapping as he plunged into her further.

She felt tears weld up in her eyes as she felt the pain continue, she felt her virgin walls break.

She slowly began to feel the pleasure as Adam used his fingers to rub her clit.

"Yes." She moaned as she felt Adam kiss her neck. She giggled and felt goosebumps on her legs as he began to leave marks.

"Tell me you're mine." Adam said and Y/N felt her mind melt until Adam went a little bit deeper causing Y/N to yelp. "Tell me."

"I'm yours!" She moaned and felt herself feel the familiar waves of euphoria. "God, I'm all yours. All yours."

Adam growled and Y/N watched as Adam put her legs over his head and began to drill into her hard and caused her to scream louder.

"You're such a good girl for me, you were made for me." He said and rubbed her clit faster. Her chest heaved up and down and Adam could tell she was close. "Cum for me, I want to feel you."

She shuddered and came with a scream. Her legs began to shake and that was all Adam needed to cum in her.

He moaned and jolted as his cum went deep into her. He felt the goosebumps rise on his skin and felt his dick soften afterwards.

He almost fell on top of Y/N but stopped himself and decided to flip them over and have her be on top of him.

Y/N looked at Adam and his eyes had turned back to normal.

"Adam." Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, that was-" he sighed and smiled, kiss her cheek. "Amazing."

"It was." She said and placed her head on his chest and heard his heart beating. "Can't believe you got drugged."

"If getting drugged means being hopelessly in love with you it worth it." Adam told her. "I've wanted to do this for a while."

"Me too, glad it only took you to be drugged in order to do that." She laughed and got off top of him and laid on his right side. "Plus I think you might have a round two."

"You think?" He asked and she nodded.

"That stuff is pretty strong- and we do have the whole night." She said and Adam grabbed hold of her and kissed her chest.

"Well then." Adam's eyes turned bright again. "Guess I have the whole night."

She felt bliss once again as she was embracing her boyfriend. Who knew that having a cosmic entity could be so thrilling.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

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[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink (I mean, this man is literally 6’4🙄), tummy bulge, bit of overstim, cumplay if you squint

A/n: sorry for being inactive bubs, my sister got in a bad fight w/ her boyfriend and he left the country and took all their shared money savings with him, refusing to pick up his phone, and it was pretty fun to watch. Hope you enjoy this writing💖

Loki was stressed and tired. Tired of always having to maintain the image of calmness and prudence suitable for a member of a royal family. Of his father always underestimating him, instead preferring the older of his two sons. Of said older son aka his brother Thor, overly confident in himself and his abilities which always leaded to him getting into big troubles, at the same time throwing tantrums at every smallest inconvenience

All he needed was some stress relief and you happened to be more than willing to help him out. That’s how you ended up huddled on his huge bed, body rocking with every brutal thrust of his hips, dick plunged deeply inside of your quivering heat, writhing orgasm after orgasm from your shuddering body

You’re laying on your back with Loki settled comfortably in between your opened wide legs, strong hands firmly pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you in one place. Your skin is shiny with sweat, you can feel Loki’s cum drying on your thighs and chest, bringing a slight shriveling feeling but you couldn’t care less. You run your fingers up his sides lovingly, caressing his soft skin with light touches. Your hands come up to man’s shoulders, resting there, digits play with his silky black hair

- Keep your hands up, - Loki rasps breathily in between deep thrusts, forcing his huge cock inside your squelching pussy, slipping out until only the tip is left inside and then slamming his whole length back in. His grip on your hips is firm, long pale fingers dig into the plushy skin, surely leaving dark marks in their wake

- But I wanna touch you, - you whine weakly, lips jutting out into a little pout as you look pleadingly at your lover

Ferocious rutting of Loki’s hips comes to a halt; tall man crouches over, his face is hovering right above yours intimidatingly, noses almost touching as his dark obsidian eyes glare into yours coldly, his long silky hair frames his thin features, stray locks fall down onto your cheeks and neck, tickling sensitive skin there

- I said keep your hands up, - Loki says quietly, putting heavy emphasis on each word. His voice is low and husky, sternness of his tone almost makes you shrink as long-haired man keeps staring down at you admonishingly, daring you to defy his order

You swallow heavily, doing as you’re being told, putting your hands off your lover’s broad shoulders, obediently resting them on a mattress right above your head. Loki hums in approval, resuming the jutting of his hips, plunging his dick in and out of the snug sheath of your cunny. Delicious drag of his throbbing shaft against your velvety walls makes your back arch up in pleasure, eyes flutter closed at the strong sensation

- Good girl, - black-haired murmurs sweetly, thin lips curl into a mischievous smirk and the quick change of his demeanor makes you mind go fizzy, the bottom of your stomach tingles slightly at the praise

He hooks his hands under your bent knees, yanking you towards himself what causes his dick to nudge deeper into your sopping cunt; thick cockhead hits your cervix just right, stretching you out to your limit. You let out a wail of pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull

- Fuck, doll, just look at that. You’re so small, barely fit me in. I can see my cock moving inside that pretty pussy of yours, - Loki murmurs softly, airy chuckle leaves his throat. His right hand lets go of your hip, resting on your belly instead, slim fingers trail abstruse patterns on the silky skin, causing goosebumps to break out

You rise your head a little, peering down at where your bodies connect and you finally understand what he is talking about. On your lower stomach, right beneath your navel, there is a distinguishable swelling forming every time Loki ferociously slams his cock in your drooling pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of his dick in your tummy. He notices your intense gaze and buries himself inside you to the hilt, stilling his thrusts and staying motionlessly, allowing you to have a better look at what is going on

You mewl thickly when Loki presses his thumb especially hard against the bulge, your head falls back onto the plushy mattresses and man resumes his movements, slanting his hips into yours deliciously, balls hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that rock the air of the chambers along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as Loki’s dick drags along every sweet spot inside of your pulsing walls; the hand that was previously massaging your tummy slides a bit lower, deft fingers rub and toy with your swollen clit, making you thrash in heavy pleasure underneath himself. You grip on the sheets above your head, still not daring to move your hands from their position, thighs wrap around man’s lean torso, seeking some kind of support

Your stomach tightens as you get nearer and nearer to your release and finally, the dam within you breaks, flooding your whole being with a mind-blowing pleasure. It feels like pure electricity surges through your body and your tired muscles shudder violently, making Loki guffaw in excitement, planting light smack to your left thigh

The sight of you falling apart on his dick along with the hectic clutching of your walls pushes Loki closer to the edge; he keeps pummeling your squelching hole, chasing his own release, overstimulating your sensitive body with wide meaty thrusts, making you tremble underneath his bulky form. He pulls out, finishing himself in a few final strokes, releasing his perky cum all over your pubic and quivering pussy with a low groan

Loki swipes the head of his cock over your puffy glistening folds, smearing and smudging his cum all over them, making you jolt harshly at the contact with the overly sensitive nub of your clit, mean chuckle tumbles through his chest at your pathetic cry, your thighs tremble uncontrollably on each side of his body

He leans down, connecting his lips with yours in a lazy wet kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth easily, tangling with yours in a messy dance. You finally decide to move your hands from their position, resting them on top of Loki’s nape, drawing him in even closer to which he happily complies, almost laying on top of you

He breaks your kiss, a shiny string of your shared saliva connecting your lips. Your body sores from multiple rounds of sex and Loki runs his warm hands down your sides, resting them on the concavity of your waist, fingers softly rub your skin there. Black-haired peers into your eyes lovingly, mischievous smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards and he rasps breathily agains your lips, his words bring blush to your face:

- C’mon sweets, one more time. I know you can give it to me🤍

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Love Bites (MAIN Steven Grant x Jealous! Reader) SMUT!

Hi this is based from an ask from

@dopeqff

Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that's a warning ok?). MINORS DNI

Feel free to ask for more requests, I may not be able to get to them all immediately but I will eventually!

You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death. 

However you were seriously considering cutting that woman's manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person's hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’,  god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman's (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip. 

You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked. 

Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot. 

You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face. 

“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting. 

“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes. 

Mine

But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing. 

“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that's playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable. 

“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her. 

“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.” 

“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.” 

You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle. 

“What’s funny?” You asked curiously. 

“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you. 

“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly very interested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more. 

He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face. 

“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together. 

—

You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him. 

Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn't last and this is the beginning of the end. 

You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face. 

“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering. 

“Steven I-” 

“Darling what is it you always say to us?”

“Communication is key.” 

“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.” 

“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.

“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.” 

You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged. 

Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished. 

Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive. 

“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.” 

For you he would do anything. 

He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail. 

Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump. 

You want to memorize it all. 

Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth. 

Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.  

As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours. 

“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.” 

“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl. 

“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.” 

You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again. 

Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage. 

You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.” 

At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined. 

You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other's afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well. 

You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water. 

He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso. 

“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”

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For Smut Sign-off: March

Hiii, I was wondering if you could do Consensual free use with Loki laufeyson

Anyways I hope you have an amazing day/night 💋

Loki x Female!Reader

Prompt: Consensual Free Use

Content Warnings: 18+. Smut. Consensual free use. Reader is not allowed to look at Loki. Loki is rough with his hands. Loki pushes the readers face. Loki covers her mouth. Included pet names are 'kitten' and 'princess'. Beginning of penetrative intercourse.

This small smut drabble is a request from my ongoing March 'Smut Sign-Off' event! 💖

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"Kitten, kitten, kitten..." Loki tutted, his hands snaking up your skirt as you reached for a cup on the top shelf. "You can't walk around looking like this, and expect me not to just use you right here." His voice almost a purr in your ear, he maneuvered his hands to your ass, his palms cupping the skin. "It's almost like you want me too, hm?"

Today, you'd chosen to wear something a little more cheeky around the palace, a little more teasing for your God. Donning a sheer crop top, a mini skirt, and fish net tights, you had a feeling he wouldn't be able to resist you. In fact, you were counting on it.

"C'mere Princess." With a sharp movement, your panties were slipped down your legs, before you heard the familiar metal of his belt buckle, his own trousers falling to his knees. Breathing hitched and heart pounding, you turned your head to look at your dominant, to see what he was going to do to you. Yet, a harsh palm turned your head away towards the shelf. "Did I say you could look at me?" His tone harsh and scolding, tears already began to prick at your eyelids as you shook your head. "N-No, sorry."

"Good girl." Loki soothed you, a hum escaping his lips as he stroked your hair. Though, still, you couldn't help but feel a hint of anxiety, unsure of what to expect, unable to move, unable to prepare, unable to watch. But he owned you. Unless the safeword was spoken, Loki could have you whenever and wherever he liked. He didn't need to tell you, he didn't have to let you see. In these moments, you didn't factor. Your body was his to play with.

Still, shooting your shot, you inhaled a trembled breath. "L-Loki?" You stuttered, your eyes fixated on the wall ahead of you. "What are you gonna do to me?" Your voice hesitant, almost a whisper, was interrupted by a low chuckle from the God.

Gasping, you recognised the feeling of his thick shaft erect against your butt, sliding down to rest between your dripping folds. With a mindless grunt, Loki pushed against your entrance, his cock slipping effortlessly into your aching pussy.

As you released a loud, unprompted moan, the dominant wrapped a hand around your mouth, stifling your cries. "Whatever I fucking want too..."

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[gagmebucky]

bucky for #9 pls 👉👈 🥺

bucky drabble inspired by this gif. sexual content below the cut (includes enemies to lovers if you squint, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation.)

“Admit it,” he says above you, a slight smile grazing the crown of your head with every steady thrust, a note of breathlessness compared to your full-on panting. 

You don’t know how he expects you to answer when your face is buried in the pillows. It’s not like you’ve been particularly coherent in the past, what, hour? Time is lost on you. There’s only him: hammering away at your insides, engraving the outline of his cock into your center. 

Every time you think he’s finished wringing orgasms out of you and plugging you full of him, he simply flips you into a new position and starts over. The amount of orgasms you’ve had is cloudy, six at the least, enough that your muscles are limp, and your thoughts are mush. 

He’s like a machine—practiced, unrelenting, metaphorically well-oiled with the mess of you inside and spilling out. A mix of sweat and cum, there’s a lewd sound accompanying the slap of your bodies. The only thing louder is your mindless groans and gasps. 

This is not how you imagined this would go. 

One of his hands slides over your nape and into your hair, threading his fingers through the tresses to rear your head back. “Admit it,” he repeats next to your ear, and you can see his smile in your peripheral vision. “Admit you were wrong, and I’ll show you mercy.” 

It’s a good deal. Unfortunately, even being fucked stupid, your pride—somehow—is still entact. “It was a j - joke!” you gasp, then groan because he grinds into the hilt and your clit rubs against the pillow stuffed under your hips. 

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Don’t be a sore loser.” 

The bed creaks with the force he uses, and your headboard knocks against the wall. It’s probably dented at this point. You’d fuss about it if he wasn’t fucking you so hard; all you can do is lay there and take it—sprawled on your stomach and pinned beneath his weight. 

You claw at the sheets, clenching them white-knuckled, but his hips surge forward, and your grip slips. He’s bouncing you between the bed and his dick, shallow thrusts that keep him as deep as possible and your clit rolling friction into the wet spot pooling below you. A sticky slick won’t stop dribbling out of your swollen channel, a glistening ring undoubtedly encircling him at the base. 

That dastard competition between pleasure and pain swells to the surface. It needles across your skin and burns inside your veins. These growing ripples of stimulation skewing your sensibilities, fixating on every burrow of his cock and the consequential back-and-forth drag of your abused bundle of nerves. 

It hurts, but feels so fucking good. Your eyes flutter shut as he bears a smidge of his weight so more pressure ruts against your clit, and a long moan ebbs from your throat. You don’t know how he manages to do it every time—work you in a way that has pain locking with pleasure, rousing an intoxicating desperation inside you. 

His chuckle is knowing. “Oh, there she goes.” He loosens his grip on your hair until your cheek is pressed to the pillow, and he roughly runs his hand through the messy stands. His face drops to nose at the perimeter of yours, tracing along when he asks, “You gonna act right now, or what?” 

He’s speared through your pride like his cock does through your pulsing channel. You grasp at the sheets only to have them knocked out of your hands again, and you groan. The pillowcase chafes your cheek as you nod, managing to flutter your eyes open but only half-mast. 

“Good. Now prove it.”

Your teeth rake over your lower lip, but the words tumble free, anyway: “I - I was wr—wrong!” 

It was some stupid comment about him being a three-second man, an added implication he wouldn’t be a satisfying lover. You didn’t even know he heard you until he asked if you wanted to put your money where your mouth is; come to find out, he’s got a really talented mouth, a massive dick, and stamina that defies logic. 

He hums thoughtfully, then clicks his tongue. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, honey,” he tsks, and you whine, which makes him laugh and deliver a scolding smack to your ass. “C’mon, then. Convince me if you wanna cum so bad.” 

It’s going to hurt. Fuck, it’s going to run you ragged and strike you like lightning, coil around your senses and shatter whatever coherence you’ve might’ve recouped. It’s divine, drowning in sensation like that, the addictive euphoria that fits in like a puzzle. 

“I’m sorry!” you gasp, hooking your elbows around his arms braced on both sides of you, sinking your nails into his forearms. “I was wrong. So fucking wrong. A - and I won’t—I won’t ever say it again! Never ever. Would you just… please!”

“Atta girl!” he approves. “Now why don't you keep begging while I make your pretty pussy squeeze around my cock. Again… and again if you’re good enough.”

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[first1ove]

Closer

pairing: stalker!steve rogers x avenger f!reader

contains: dark content, stalking, manipulation, i guess gaslighting, masochism, [non]con, substance use (alcohol), somnophilia, voyeurism, cunnilingus, size kink, mild scent kink minors dni

wc: 4.6k

He hadn’t meant to start.

Really, the whole thing was an unfortunate byproduct of a mission with pure intentions. The first time he watched you was an honest accident.

It was an escort mission. One of many peacetime assignments that saw you acting more like a bodyguard than an avenger for one of many paranoid politicians. This time it was a senator who had previously been a subject to mail threats and dubious prank calls. Fury had tossed the job to you and Steve with an eye roll, grumbling something about the Avengers turning into a babysitting service.

The assignment saw the two of you working closely for the first time. While the two of you had of course worked together in the past, in that handful of missions your interactions were typically limited to giving and receiving orders. Instinctively, Steve would put on what Tony had once called his ‘captain voice’—a tone that gave effective commands but was cold and uncaring. It had a habit of slipping out even in the long hours of stakeouts whenever Steve sensed a loss of focus amongst his team; his heightened hearing picked up on a lot, especially under stress. But with you, that captain voice hardly made an appearance. It was practically nonexistent, only popping up in front of the client for the sake of sounding professional. With the two of you partnered there was no need to throw out commands, no need to maintain focus, and no need to lead. The job had gone so smoothly that Steve actually found himself relaxing on the job.

He had dreaded the drive that was required for this mission, but with you at the wheel, the hours on the interstate flew by. As you talked endlessly and easily a quiet chemistry that had previously been silenced by business had at last been allowed a voice. Steve quickly lost his interest in the landscape and was instead intrigued by you and the way your lips curled as you spoke. There was something beautiful about you. He hadn’t noticed it before–really hadn’t had the chance to, but there in that car, he had been allowed a window into something intimate.

He was disappointed to find out you wouldn't be bunking together. You had been separated at the senator’s request in an effort to distribute security. You were positioned inside the apartment acting as immediate defence while Steve was stuck surveying the exterior from a suite across the street. 

That was where it began. He had picked up those binoculars with honest intent, but even that couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering.

After scanning the outside of the building for the hundredth time, his attention was brought inside. There wasn’t much to see; you had made sure to close all the blinds upon your arrival and asked that the senator keep the lights out after sundown for the sake of security. The apartment was left in darkness.

Except for the common room.

You hadn’t closed the blinds completely. Slivers of moonlight slipped through the slats of the curtain illuminating the room just enough that a prying eye might be able to get a glimpse inside—one behind a scope might even be able to get a shot.

The thought, though mostly his captain’s paranoia speaking, was enough to have him reaching for his radio. But as he stood with the comm at his lips something stopped him.

You walked into the common room, completely oblivious to his gaze.

You were already dressed for bed: your hair undone and your usual costume traded for an oversized t-shirt that dwarfed your body but left your legs exposed.

It was strange to see you like this. Steve hadn’t realized it then but he had only ever seen you in your costume or otherwise dressed to the nines at PR events—always fronting a heroic image the same way he boasted his captain’s voice. But as you trudged over to the couch barefoot with a blanket in hand so clearly worn down by the day, appearances fell. As you were, weary and unaware, you were so human.

Steve saw something intimate in the image of you plopping onto the couch exhaustedly before reaching for something on the coffee table beside you.

‘Alright, who’s sleeping first, Cap,’ Though he’d watched you reach for it, your voice still startled him through the comm speaker. He swallowed hard as he watched you settle onto your back with your legs bent.

‘You or me?’ Steve chewed his lip as he watched you shift in your seat. Your thoughtless movements threatened to reveal more of your body; his cheeks heated childishly at the idea in a real pathetic portrait of a peeking tom.

‘Cap?’ 

‘You get some sleep. I can handle it from here,’ He watched as you smiled happy to rest first.

‘Thanks. Goodnight, Steve,’ He paused at the use of his name.

‘Goodnight,’

You promptly pulled the blanket over your body, shielding yourself from any unconscious observation, and with that, the show was over.

There really hadn’t much to see but the sight of you stayed with him all night.

Guilt hung over him the next morning, and conversation with you did little to help.

In the car, protected by a soundproofed partition, you sprung a sudden question, ‘Hey, you didn’t see anything last night did you?’ 

He gave you a quizzical look.

‘I know you didn’t have anything to report, but last night–I don't why not sure why, I got this weird feeling after we signed off. Something…something just felt strange,’

You were practically whispering despite the soundproofing, perhaps paranoid that whatever you felt last night still lingered. Steve watched your grip on the wheel tighten.

‘You’re sure you didn’t see anything on your end, right?’

He shook his head, ‘Not a thing. Trust me you’d have been the first to know,’

The first time he followed you was entirely impulsive. 

The day was done but Steve had gotten held up. A S.H.E.L.D agent had stopped him in an attempt to convince Captain America to make an appearance at her kid’s birthday party–a pitch several avengers, yourself included, had suffered through. The agent hadn’t noticed that Steve was dressed to leave or perhaps didn’t care that Captain America’s duties ended at 6 pm during peacetime and did not include birthday parties.

The conversation quickly devolved into the agent prattling on with Steve nodding and humming where he saw or rather assumed fit. He had stopped listening but politeness prevented him from simply cutting her off the way Natasha had. 

It wasn’t a surprise that even the dull ding of the elevator was enough to take his attention away and when you stepped out it was stolen completely. You met his eye as you walked into the lobby, sparing him a pitiful smile upon seeing the misfortune he found himself in. He smiled back, his gaze following you as you made your way across the lobby and out the door. He watched through the wide windows as you stepped onto the street free to enjoy the rest of your evening, and as he watched you a familiar feeling returned to him.

There was that intimacy he had felt in your ignorance to his staring; the same kind he had realized in that apartment. He had bottled the feeling but it only grew effervescent with every smile exchanged and every joke shared. Though, as he watched you walk out of sight, a strange anxiety too began to swell alongside it.

He spoke without thinking, ‘Shit, you know there was something I really had to tell her,’ 

With that he left hurriedly. He didn’t catch the agent’s response, hadn’t even spared her a glance. In fact, he hadn’t looked at her since you entered the lobby. She had become a blur in his periphery as his eyes strained to follow your steps and as he stepped onto the sidewalk so did the countless pedestrians that walked alongside him.

Steve would later insist to himself that he had only gone after you like that to sell a story to that agent, though once on the street, his pace hardly slowed; he now became painfully self-aware. 

Nauseating anxiety bloomed in the pit of his stomach as he all at once realized the situation he had found himself in. His mind prompted him to imagine what those passing blurs might be thinking. He wondered if they recognized him or recognized what he was doing?’

He tugged on the bill of his cap. The thought sickened him but it hadn't stopped him. Steve kept his gaze low as he walked, still careful not to lose track of you in the crowded streets.

The walk, though no more than ten minutes, felt like an eternity as he attempted to keep his cover. When you arrived at your destination: an old brownstone only an avenger could afford, he watched from a distance as you ascended the steps and entered the building. He quickly crossed the street as the door shut behind you. 

A heightened sense of hearing allowed him a window inside. Though faint, he could make out muffled conversations, the yapping of dogs, and most importantly, your footsteps from within. He followed the sound and found himself in a slender alley between your building and a neighbouring complex. The sound continued above him and for the first time since he left the tower, he allowed himself to look up and into a window.

Your window.

He had to strain his neck to see, but sure enough, the room was yours. He watched as you darted into the room and flicked the switch, revealing the rest of your surroundings: your bathroom. 

Eager to scrub away another long day you reached into your medicine cabinet for something Steve couldn’t see and began to wash your face. He observed your evening routine in awe, silently glad he admitted to his impulse. It had led him back to that intimacy.

As he continued to watch he found his stinging anxiety replaced with equally sickening arousal. Oblivious to his gaze you began to strip. Steve had been caught off guard as you moved to take off your top, and darted around in disbelief. He quickly realized the reason for your nonchalance, however. The wall of the neighbouring building was hard concrete. This alley was likely only used for the occasional quickie or derelict, and if it wasn’t for his guiding impulse it would’ve stayed that way. 

He stiffened as you flashed your naked figure before stepping into the shower, and stood, growing harder as he awaited your exit. 

That had been the first of many instances. It became routine soon after. 

He wouldn’t follow you during the day again. Instead, thinking of his career, he would stick to nights and enjoy the relief that came from being hidden in the dark. He also enjoyed the relief that came along with watching you. Just observing the few minutes it took you to towel off was enough to take him well over the edge. He pathetically got off on very little very quickly. The serum had increased his libido and sensitivity, sure, but even during the loneliest nights of the war, and not since he left the ice, had he touched himself this much, nor cum this hard. 

It was just something about you. The sight of you bare and so beautifully unaware was enough to have him panting hard as he stroked himself, turning him on more than any playboy had. Though he did it most nights it wasn’t every night. Some nights he was happy just watching you as you did something as mundane as brushing your teeth. 

It was you in your purest, unfiltered form. And you were more than enough.

The first time you confronted him, he had been anticipating it. However, his stomach still stung with guilt when you asked to speak with him after training.

The next three hours would be hell for him; anxiety churned his stomach and had him off balance for the entirety of the session. He had carelessly allowed hits he shouldn’t have and found himself dizzy when you approached him at the end of the day at last. 

His guilty conscience cursed him because he knew he had played a risky game. Soon after settling into his routine, Steve had gotten into a bad habit of visiting you in the early morning and watching keenly as you got ready for work. He had woken up suddenly one night, and unable to fall back asleep impulse lead him back to your apartment, keeping there peering into your dark window until you, finally, came stumbling rubbing sleep from your eyes—sweet and sleepy.

He would return the next morning, then the next, and after the third time it would quickly become a pattern. He found you especially beautiful in the mornings with your hair a mess and your face adorably dopey. Despite your exhaustion, you’d take your time to style your hair and do your makeup. In less than an hour, he’d watch as you transformed, completely awed as you donned that super-persona and headed out the door as one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

It was then that he would slink far back into the alley and watch as you walked past, noting the change in your demeanour. In the suit, you stood with the poise of a hero and walked with ignorant pride that kept you from checking your surroundings. Still, Steve would wait a good while before following after you. He once quietly wished he was able to fly as he walked the streets with his head low, but he quickly cut off that thought. If that were the case then this whole thing would really get out of control.

‘I—I really don’t know how to say this,’ you began and he felt his stomach lurch. But as he quickly picked up on your own nervousness as you struggled to meet his eye.

‘This probably sounds stupid, I know, but I keep getting this feeling, that I’m being—‘ you sighed frustrated as you attempted to string the words together.

‘It’s just that since that mission, it sounds so stupid, but it feels like I’m being watched,’ He heard you sniffle before continuing,

‘At home mostly but, god, sometimes it feels like I'm being watched here and I just–I don’t know what to do,’ you confessed, summoning the strength to look at him, ‘and I didn’t know who else to tell,’ 

In your gaze, you once again showed him a part of you he had never seen before. You showed him fear.

‘so fucking embarrassing,’ you muttered once again turning your attention to the floor, ‘but it’s that same feeling from the mission, and if it is the same person or thing I just think—no, I know that if this is the same thing then I’m outmatched. Crazy to say without super sense, but my fucking intuition is telling me something, Cap,’

Steve had relaxed at those last words. Though he had admittedly underestimated how quickly you would catch onto him, your confession comforted his guilty conscience. He hadn’t been found out yet. 

Suddenly well, Steve spoke up ‘Well, you’re not crazy, trust me I’ve heard what real paranoia sounds like and you’re not quite there yet,’ that stoic captain’s voice took over instantly and instinctively, but in the quiet gym, there was comfort in its authority. 

‘But, really it’s not unusual to feel shaken up after a mission, even when you’ve been doing this for a while,’ he stiffened as he heard another sniffle, but hadn’t allowed his captain’s cover to slip, ‘Still, I don’t want you worrying and especially I don’t want you to feel embarrassed,’

He watched as you summoned the strength to look at him with eyes tired and glossy. The sight stung him with guilt, but he pushed on,‘You deserve to feel safe here and at home—always. I want to make sure you feel safe here. And if you’re open to it, I—we can arrange something like extra help or security for you,’ 

He hadn’t thought of a clear solution then, nor had he expected your confrontation to play out this way. Still, his words managed to come out commanding and cool. He had regained his balance.

Your chat would lead to extra sparring sessions. Steve would give his time at the end of the day to work with you, as any good captain ought to. Though, an extra hour at the end of group training with you alone hardly felt like work.

The whole thing was sickly ironic; in an effort to keep him away you had allowed him closer. The irony of the situation never reached Steve, however. He was too caught up in you.

Watching from the window, while addictive and delightful was nothing compared to being physically close to you. The intimacy he felt, though mostly imagined, felt incredibly real as he trained with you. Seeing you as you stumbled and sought direction chipped away that professional persona. It was amazing to see this side of you, even if it meant he had to take a few hits. 

His visits became less frequent during this time, which Steve considered a real feat given his previous compulsions. He had been satisfied with the kiss of your fist and the feeling of your sweaty body against his and was regulated once more. 

He had kept his visits strictly to nights, but when you two began to exchange conversation in between blows he stopped completely. The intimacy Steve felt on that mission—the same he saw in your window, had returned tenfold. And while he hated himself for his actions they had brought him to you.

These sparring sessions served as a reminder too. A quiet reminder that although you had trained hard enough to work your way up all the way from S.H.E.I.L.D, you were still human. No strange circumstance brought you here. Your strength didn’t come from a test tube, but from a desire to do good; a desire so strong it led you to the avengers. Even so, this was all nil when faced with Project Rebirth’s greatest accomplishment, and no amount of training or goodwill could change that fact. Not even being trained from birth could change your humanity. Shamefully, the reminder excited Steve.

The first time he entered your apartment was not exactly by invitation. It had been another unfortunate byproduct of good intentions. 

Yet another one of Tony’s parties had left earth’s mightiest heroes shitfaced and scrambling for a way home. Even the avengers cut corners when it came to employee transport, but with your apartment just down the street, you hadn’t bothered to make arrangements. Only, by the end of the night, you were in no shape to walk home alone.

You had thoroughly enjoyed the mini bar, smiling easily as you threw back shot after shot. It might’ve been the energy of the evening that had you so at ease or maybe it was the newfound confidence that came along with your progress in training. Whatever the reason you were left barely able to stand when it was time to call it quits. 

Steve had noticed this of course; he had kept track of your drinks long after you lost count. As taxis began to pile up outside the tower he had offered to take you home as any good captain ought to. 

You gave him a stupid grin and slurred, ‘Take me home,’

It was a good thing too. You were so drunk you hardly recognized Clint as he wished you goodnight. So wasted Steve had to brace your pliable body against his own as you stumbled through the streets. So gone you didn’t realize you hadn’t needed to give him any kind of direction. So fucked you didn’t question how he knew which halls to follow or which stairs to climb, in your drunken state you were just happy to be home. Steve was glad to be by your side then. Had anyone else left with you, he would have had a panic attack. He would’ve had to follow you with his mind racing with a thousand ‘what ifs’,

Thankfully, it was him to lay you in your bed, and there had been no reason to get back into the bad habit. He placed you carefully on your side and readied to leave when a garbled ‘thanks, Cap’ left you.

Steve felt his heart leap at the sound. That stupid grin still lingered on your lips as you peered at him. Soon you were completely out, and comforting Steve with steady breaths.

He instead sat at the foot of your bed and watched as you slept soundly in front of him, completely comfortable in his presence. He had never felt so close to you, but he hadn’t allowed him to appreciate it. Another sudden thought came to him—an impulse. 

You could get closer. 

Steve tensed, hating himself for thinking it, but the thought stuck. He once prided himself on his discipline, but lately found his habits hard to kill. 

Especially with the way you looked. The dress you chose hadn’t covered much and exposed the thighs that started this. He had no choice but to chase another taste of the intimacy he had felt all those months ago. 

Steve pushed on carefully, keeping his eyes trained on you. He shifted slowly so he lay on the bed with his head by your legs, but his movements didn’t wake you. He traced a thick finger along your legs in quiet awe, but his touch didn’t stir you. He groped your ass and tugged at your panties, but his greediness hadn’t bothered you. 

With his test finished he pulled your panties down completely. Steve felt himself harden at the sight of your bare cunt, and a heightened sense of smell had his cock twitching as he took in your scent. He would pocket your panties afterward, but before then he would push his face into the heat between your thighs, breathing you in before, at last, tasting what he had been teased with for months. 

‘Jesus Christ,’ he whispered, spreading you with two thick fingers revealing even more of you to him. He took only a moment to appreciate the sight of your exposed cunt before his mouth was on you, sucking shamelessly at your clit. 

A groan escaped him as he slowly licked at your folds, savouring every part of you with demented diligence. Completely lost in you, he let himself go, allowing himself to moan and pant pathetically against your core while his hips mindlessly rocked against your mattress. Still, his ears pricked up when he noticed a change in your breathing—a quiet hitch in your breath followed by a pleasured sigh that made his cock jump. 

Your subconscious encouragement urged his assault on your clit and soon Steve was certain you came unconsciously on his tongue. Your body had tensed and overwhelmed his senses once more.

Breathless he peered up at you, chin shiny with slick, and found you still asleep. He noticed your chest rising and falling faster, but impulse urged him once more. 

Guilt didn’t come to him this time. Only a brief thought of what you might think of him flashed through his mind, but he quickly quieted his own concern. It didn’t matter. If you remembered any part of this night you would hate him either way. 

He moved without thinking then and quickly found himself bare in between your legs. He had made an attempt to free you of your dress, but you hadn’t made it easy. Not wanting to manhandle you he bunched the fabric above your ass.

Had Steve been more experienced he might’ve known you ought to be prepped. He might’ve realized that with his size, spitting on his cock before entering you was closer to courtesy than real care. Nor would he be surprised to see you open your eyes as he forced himself inside, mercilessly stretching your cunt. 

There was bewilderment in your gaze and a look of pain on your face, but the sight hardly hurt him. 

‘That’s it–’ he breathed fighting against the squeeze of your unprepped pussy, ‘That’s it let me in,’ White heat bloomed in your belly as he at last bottomed out, stinging hot before cooling into pleasure.

A scream escaped you and Steve’s hand was instantly over your mouth. 

Your training showed itself for the first time that night as you reflexively shoved him hard, in an admirable attempt to help yourself. Though as your hands smacked hard against his ribs and hit right where he had taught you to, he so much as flinched. Even in this state, he had anticipated that you would fight back. He expected to see an attempt at the moves he taught you but correctly knew would he overpower you effortlessly. He snapped one strong hand over your wrists and kept you pinned.

While your recent training had indeed made you stronger, you never could take him down. The closest you got in all of those sessions had been ‘lucky’ shots he had allowed, in an act of masochistic indulgence. Beyond that, you hadn’t come close to a true take down–not once in all those months of training, and probably not even in a year of training. 

Those sparring sessions had been so silently sadistic but clouded by booze, the irony didn't reach you. Fear fogged your head further as Steve began to move. A shaky breath left him as he pulled out of you slowly, leaving you empty for only a moment. With a firm roll of his hips, he sunk back into you, filling you again just as suddenly as he had left you. His hand stopped another scream then and stopped several more as he began to set a pace. 

‘Is it too much?’ he asked and though he had been genuinely concerned, the question was still cruel, ‘Need me to slow down? Hm?’ he muttered, mostly to himself as he slowed.

The gesture wouldn’t stop you from crying out, however. His hand hid your desperate sounds but a heightened sense of hearing still allowed Steve to pick up on your pleas. Your little cries unfortunately urged him as he fucked into you agonizingly slow with lazy languid thrusts. 

‘Like that?’ he whispered feeling his cock twitch as another whimper left you, subconsciously sadistic.

‘Yeah? Keep going like this?’ He peered up to see your reaction and found you staring back at him through lidded eyes, looking adorably dopey as you sometimes did in the mornings. 

You hadn’t quite realized when, but at some point in all of this, your pain had morphed into pleasure. Although your head swam with disgust your pliable body accepted your position, reluctantly taking him deep in spite of yourself. Steve was certain he heard moans amidst the cries behind his palm and the sweet sounds only encouraged him. 

Another thought came to him then; he really could keep you pinned for hours just taking his time pulling those pathetic whines out of you. The idea was enough to make him stumble. His hips stuttered against your own and as your walls involuntarily hugged him tighter Captain America crumbled. A string of curses fell from him then, his voice uncharacteristically coarse as he came hard. 

Though he knew he ought to leave and leave as quickly as possible, he lingered. With his hand still fixed firmly over your mouth, he allowed himself to catch his breath. He peered down at you and found you equally breathless, staring at him with the same tired gaze he saw at the end of every sparring session.  

Yet another hollow victory, but Steve couldn’t care less. He, at last, had you and you were more than enough.

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Shower Me With Love

^ not my gif, found on the Wattpad account on Pinterest

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris loves having some company in the shower.

Warnings: spanking, blowjob, gagging, fingering, anal, orgasm

A/N: I promise I will write for other characters 💀

It was only supposed to be your normal, regular, sexless shower at first. You weren’t even going to get in, Chris needing one after being at the gym this afternoon. But seeing him fully nude, with the shampoo running down his magnificent body, you knew from then on that Chris was going to enjoy this shower more than usual.

You opened the bathroom door fully, exposing the fact that you were peeking at him. Chris obviously didn’t mind, smiling at you and telling you to join him. Perfect.

You took off your white summer dress, already having no bra or panties on as it was way too hot for that, and it wasn’t like you had any visitors. Joining him in the shower, you turned around so you were facing the door, whimpering when Chris smacked your ass. You turned to him, giggling and kissing him on the lips, Chris turning the kiss more passionate and fondling your ass cheeks.

You stepped away, leaning on the floor and putting your mouth around his penis. “Oh, God, fuck, Y/N…”

“Mmm…” You moaned, making Chris growl as he felt the vibrations of it. He grabbed your hair and fucked your face, making you gag on his dick.

After a few minutes of sucking his dick and balls, you let go and stood up, not wanting him to come yet.

He turned you around so he was behind you, putting an arm round you and tracing his fingers along your clit, switching from that and your tits. He moved his hand so it was wrapped round your waist and slid his dick in you, fucking you from behind. The glass door squeaked as your hands slipped down, not being able to control your actions with how horny you were. Chris grabbed at your legs, his nails scratching into your skin, him unable to believe how sexy you were.

You turned around as his member slipped out of you, your arms going round his neck as you kissed him passionately. He slid into your pussy, walking you into the shower door, making sure you didn’t bang your head in the process.

“No, Y/N, stop, I need to fuck your ass…” He turned you over again so your cheek was against the glass, making him moan as your tits bounced up and down with how fast he was fucking you. He grabbed one and squeezed, pulling on your hair and making your ass clench around him. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet for me,” He moaned, grabbing onto your shoulders so he could fuck you faster.

“Ohhhh, God, fuck, CHRIS!” you screamed as he hit your g-spot. He wrapped both arms around you and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Oh, God, fuck, Y/N, I’m coming, I’m coming!” He shouted, making you come as you felt the hot liquid in your tight ass.

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[blue-sadie]

Good Morning

You wake up needing him

The rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains making both of your body's glow, the morning coldness left goosebumps all over your naked bodies and you enjoyed eachothers presences.

You were the one that woke up first, his hair was all messy some of it sticking to his forehead as he let out soft hums in his sleep, his arm was lazily settled on your bare thigh, his finger tips twitching every so often from his dream.

You stared at him as you sneakily moved your hand from his chest downward tracing your finger tips along his abs to his v line causing a shiver to run up his spine, then as your hand went further your breathe hitched he was already hard for you.

It was fairly easy to move yourself on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as you raise yourself to take him in, the eager movements caused him to stir from his sleep his hands finding their places on your hips planting you down on top of him.

He would chuckle and speak to you with his raspy calling you a bad girl for not asking him first but he'd soon let you continue your actions, 1 orgasm turned into 2 then 3, you wanted this so your not going to stop intil I think you've had enough he would say as he puts his hands behind his head watching you bounce on his cock.

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lilac, masterlist

a/n: ...yes i did spend about an hour in procreate trying to change the sign on the right photo to say lilac and not the name it originally said... welp. I wouldn't be me if I wasn't an overachiever.

summary: moving back home to the family-run inn isn't exactly what you had expected, especially not with the mysterious lumberjack that now calls the quaint little town of Dunbrook his home as well...

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, running an inn in a tiny rural town, explicit sexual content, violence, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, pete castiglione era, total word count is 42k

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

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. . . soft dom!peter headcanons !!

soft dom!peter is truly attentive. he lives for your pleasure, always going out of his way to give you exactly what you need, no matter what. he knows each and every one of your erogenous zones are, where to poke and prod to have you keening high in the back of your throat.

“yeah? you want me to touch right here, baby? don’t worry, sweet girl, i’ll give you just what you need, yeah?”

soft dom!peter who can’t stand when you go out of your way to deliberately disobey him or act bratty. he just hates to deliver punishments, but what choice do you leave him when you bark out such unkind insults with that sharp tongue of yours? it’s almost like you want him to bend you over his lap and spank all of that attitude out of you.

“just couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, hm? god, i can’t stand seeing you cry, but i have to keep that attitude in check. now, don’t make this harder than it has to be and bend over.”

soft dom!peter who will sing you praise after praise until you’ve gone shy and whiny and feel light headed due to the blood rushing to your face. he’ll praise you at any given moment, whenever the mood arises, simply because he can, and he holds you dearly to his heart.

“there’s my sweet girl. you’ve been good for me today, yeah? ‘course you have, always so fuckin’ good for me. c’mere, baby, i think you deserve a reward.”

soft dom!peter loves how easily it is to get you all flustered and desperate for whatever kind of touch he’ll give you. he’ll get you all riled up, until your hips can’t help but move on their own accord, drooling cunt rubbing against his thigh like there’s no tomorrow. he’ll smile real sweet, hands dancing along your waist and hips, giddy at the thought of you coming undone yet yearning for more.

“c’mon, sweetheart, use your words and tell me what you want. aw, what’s wrong? is your brain too fuzzy to think clearly? poor thing, let me take care of you.”

soft dom!peter who holds your hands when he eats you out. tucked between two pretty and plush thighs, he’ll have you trying to push him away when it gets to be too much. you’ve already came three times, yet he hasn’t relented in the slightest. it’s almost like you can see his smirk as he peers up, face covered in slick and hair a mess.

“i think you’ve got one more in you, darling. you know i can’t help myself — you just taste too damn good, especially when you moan so prettily. be a good girl and give me another one, okay?”

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

pairing - bucky barnes x female reader

warnings - none!! just tooth rottingly sweet fluff <3

word count - 1.7k

author's note - based on these two requests!! i'm also trying a new post format... what do we think?? I promised you i'd get a couple of xmas fics out before the 25th... I lied. apologies!! forgive me. title taken from the poem The Owl by Edward Thomas.

as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics. thanks, angels <3

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He whispers the words, timid and reserved, directly into your ear as if he's worried someone else will hear. It's only the two of you sat on the couch in your shared apartment, but Bucky's nervous.

Your head whips around in shock, trying to play it cool. Failed.

"Are you... are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You grin, big and blinding, the beams of it radiating into Bucky's bones. It settles into his muscles, eases the tension from his shoulders.

You try not to make a big deal of it, try to keep your excitement under wraps. But you've been waiting for him to say those words for almost six years.

"I want to do Christmas this year."

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

He hates the cold.

No, he's traumatised by the cold.

Years spent frozen, genetically modified and locked in a glorified freezer. Every gust of wind, every flake of snow reminds him of the darkest days with no light to be seen. His blood may run hot, but he feels like his heart is yet to thaw. He debates moving to the desert at least ten times a day.

Then he looks at you. How happy you are when winter comes around. The way your face lights up when it snows. And he figures that if it brings you this much joy... maybe he can tolerate it.

He bites back the chill, grits his teeth at the icy breeze, ignores the shudder of the cold all the way down to his bones. He grins and bears it, because you love it. He thinks you don't notice.

You do.

You've known ever since you met him. His demeanour changes when the winter comes around. He gets a little tentative around the autumn time, as if he's preparing himself for the worst. And then the first snow falls, and he's different. Guarded. Careful. Reluctant. He puts a fake smile on his face and pretends, but you're nothing if not completely in tune with everything Bucky Barnes.

You never asked, never pried. Just stood steadily by his side, regardless of the walls he'd placed around himself. Around his heart.

He broke down one night, wrapped up in bed with you. A chill had blown through your old apartments rickety windows and unearthed old memories, ice running into his veins. He was sure his tears were frozen as they dripped down his face.

You understood him better, since that day.

You've tried to suggest moving in subtle and not so subtle ways, but he won't have it. He knows this is your home. He knows you like it here. He knows he can stay, if he works a little harder on himself.

So, he tries. Every single day, he tries. And that's all that matters.

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"Okay, so... ground rules. Hit me, Buck. We do this on your terms."

He thinks for a moment before turning to face you.

"I want it to be just us. No one else."

"Done."

"And I don't wanna do the whole Christmas dinner thing. Feels like too much all at once."

You fight the urge to burst into tears at how easily he's communicating with you, how effortlessly he's enforcing his boundaries. You've come a long way.

"Done. Agreed, by the way. Fuck Christmas dinner. We'll do our own thing."

He grins at you, leaning in to kiss you slowly, tenderly, leisurely. Like you have all the time in the world.

"I want to get a tree. And lights. We don't have to do all the ornaments and stuff, but lights would be nice."

"I have an artificial tree in the back of the storage closet... is that okay?"

"Perfect. I don't want to stand on all the pine needles, anyway."

Laughing, you shift closer to him, tangling your legs together on the couch.

"And no gifts for me."

"But Buck-"

"Angel. I don't want anything. I have everything I need sat next to me."

You roll your eyes, but you can't wipe the smile off your face.

"This isn't fair, suddenly."

"It's plenty fair. You stress too much when you buy gifts, and this is going to be a stress free Christmas. Understood?"

He hooks his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Understood," you whisper, swinging your knee over so you're straddling him. "Stress free."

Bucky tilts his head up to kiss you, gentle at first, then firmer when you roll your hips into his. He's a little distracted, admittedly. He got you to promise not to get him anything, but made sure you wouldn't ask the same. His mind runs a mile a minute, trying to wrack his brain on what kind of gift to get for the love of his life, the person that saved him and continues to save him every single day.

He comes up empty, but lets you kiss the thoughts away for a little while.

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"My mom taught me this specific way to hang lights on your tree. Look, grab this end and I'll show you."

You're both still in your pyjamas, fire roaring, a jazzy Christmas melody playing from the radio. You decided you wouldn't put up your tree until the day before, to save Bucky from feeling overwhelmed. It's worked, so far - he looks plenty relaxed as he chuckles and rises from the armchair.

"You're tall, so hold this above your head so they don't tangle."

You work diligently, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you concentrate. Bucky's happy to watch you, fighting the smile off his face every time you sigh in exasperation. Eventually, you step back and admire your masterpiece, satisfied and content.

"It's beautiful, baby," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He presses a kiss into your neck, then another, then another. Your eyes slip closed, and you sink into his embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever thought possible. You spend the evening by the fire, lying on the rug, room illuminated by the lights on the tree.

It's perfect in every way.

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"Merry Christmas, angel."

"Merry Christmas, Buck."

His hand finds yours under the duvet, pulling you in close. You tangle yourself around him like lights on a tree, all encompassed by his warmth.

"What's the plan for today, Sergeant?"

He presses a kiss into your temple, propping himself up on his elbow so he can see you properly.

"I say we make some breakfast, spend all day on the couch, and then maybe make some dinner? I know we said we wouldn't do a traditional Christmas dinner, but it'd still be nice to take the time to cook something."

"That sounds perfect."

In the kitchen, you make pancakes with copious amounts of maple syrup, strawberries and pieces of banana strewn across your plates.

"My Mom made us pancakes every Christmas morning, you know."

"You've never told me that."

"I know. I kind of refrained from ever talking about anything festive, because I didn't want you to feel guilty."

"For making you miss out for so many years?"

"I haven't missed out, baby. I chose not to do Christmas because I love you. And that love takes precedent over everything else."

Bucky kisses you then, across the kitchen table, full and golden and so full of love you almost fall off your chair. He tastes like blueberry jam and syrup and coffee, and you wish you could bottle it up and stick a little under your tongue when you get homesick.

"What changed?"

"Hmm?"

"Why now? I would have been content to never do Christmas again, if it made you happy."

"Because I realised something, a couple of months ago. We were sat in the park, and you were laughing at that dog chasing the boomerang. The sun was making you glow, like some sort of angel, and I just knew. I can do anything with you by my side. I can't put my future on hold because of my past."

You're fighting back tears as you look at him, so happy and content. You never thought this was possible, when you first met him.

And here you are.

Celebrating Christmas, showing him your childhood traditions, making pancakes like your Mama used to. You're sat at the kitchen table as the snow falls outside and the warmth that Bucky's love brings is keeping the chill at bay.

It doesn't get better than this.

"I got you something," he murmurs almost sheepishly.

"Bucky-"

"Don't yell at me! I know it makes me a hypocrite, I know I said no gifts, I know."

You roll your eyes, but watch his every move as he gets up and leaves the room. You finish your breakfast and put both of your plates in the sink, turning on the tap so they can soak. When you turn around, Bucky has returned.

He's on one knee.

There's a ring between his fingers, glinting in the winter sun. You're both still in your pyjamas, warm and full, not quite having shaken off the heavy embrace of sleep just yet.

It's perfect.

"Maybe it's cliche to propose on Christmas day, but... I want to replace all of my old memories with new ones. Memories like this."

You walk over to him, kneeling down in front of him so your eyes are level.

"You've taught me what love is, baby. And I can never repay you for that. But I can certainly try. Every day, I can try."

There are tears dripping down both of your cheeks, Bucky's grin matching yours. The two of you are overwhelmed in the best way, unsure of how to process the gravity of what you're feeling.

"Marry me, baby. Let's do this forever."

You lunge forward and smash your lips to his, laughing into his mouth.

"Yes," you breathe when you pull away. "God, yes. A million times yes, Buck."

His arms wrap around your middle as he picks you up, twirling you in circles around the kitchen, both of you shrieking with joy.

Bucky slips the ring onto your finger when he puts you down, both of you tilting your heads to admire it.

"I love you," you murmur, leaning up to press your foreheads together. "The cold can't touch you now, baby. This love will warm us forever."

The cold can't touch him now. Love will warm him forever.

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I just read your one shot with the reader and Peter losing their virginity together, and wow, this was so amazing, you write smut beautifully 😍

Hum, you said you don't feel like writing requests but you said you are open for some ideas and I was wondering a romantic and intense morning sex with tony, some dirty talk and belly bulge kink 👀 I have the feeling that he's huge

Anyway, your writing is really good!

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, dirty talk, praising, softdom! Tony, established relationships, creampie

A/n: omg I wanted to write smth for Tony for so long but was too lazy tbh. This came out a butt too mushy hubby Tony has me week in my knees ngl, buts still, hope you enjoy💗

- Just like that, nice and easy, - Tony murmurs softly as he slowly slides his hard length all the way down your seeping pussy, filling you up to the brim. You squeal meekly, hands grabbing fistfuls of the soft comforter bundled all over your shared king-sized bed, mind still dizzy with sleep

A contented sigh leaves your lungs as Tony bottoms all his dick inside you, his pubic pressed flush against yours, providing delicious friction to your throbbing clit. His warm calloused hands run up and down your thighs soothingly, making goosebumps to break out on your still flushed from sleep skin

- Such a perfect little girl, taking me so good, - he coos, his voice even deeper than usual, a hint of morning raspiness in it makes you drip even harder. Your back arches up unintentionally, inner walls wrapping tighter around Tony, making a guttural groan to escape his lips

- Fuck, this pussy squeezing me so tight. You like that, don’t you? - Tony asks with a chuckle, his hips making a first small thrust, slightly jolting your pliant body forward on the mattress

You mewl thickly in response, ankles wrapping around man’s waist, locking together behind his back. Tony picks up a slow pace, forcing his dick unbelievably deep with every languid snap of his hips, one hand coming down to rub lazy circles on your clit

- Play with your tits f’me, yeah? - Tony orders and you slowly oblige, bunching your (his) oversized t-shirt over your chest, exposing your tender breasts. You glide your warm palms up your sides teasingly before cupping the soft flesh, giving it a small squeeze. Thumbs and index fingers come to pinch and tug on fast-erected nipples, only adding to the pleasure given by your husband’s hard cock sinking in and out of your cunny

- That’s my good girl, - man whispers into your skin as he leans down to scatter small kisses all over the expanse of your neck, his neatly groomed beard scratches you slightly, making you squirm under his touches

The pace on which Tony fucks you fastens, his hips snap against yours with soft slapping sound, muffled slightly by messy lining. The tip of his cock nudges your cervix with every pistoning thrust and you don’t need to look down to know that there’s a noticeable bump forming right above your pubic as your man fucks you deliciously

The grip of calloused fingers is firm on your hips; Tony lifts your pelvis up a bit, readjusting you so that your thighs are now rested atop his, new position allowing his cock to rub tightly against that one sensitive spot inside of you, causing a lecherous moan to roll off your lips

- Fuck, Tony, - you let out breathlessly, eyes rolling back into your skull, toes curling at the intensity of the feeling. Tony’s right hand slides off your hip, slipping in a small gap between the mattress and your lifted lower back, wide palm pressing into your damp skin, caressing it soothingly in small rubs

- I know, baby, I know. Jus’ keep kneading those beautiful tits, - he rasps quietly, hot breath fanning over your sweaty skin, cooling it down slightly, causing goosebumps to appear

You whine meekly, fingers twisting your nipples meanly, brining sharp pleasure that edges with pain, sending electric shocks running up and down your spine. Tony kisses that one sensitive spot right under your ear, making you moan out his name shamelessly, hands gripping tighter on your tits

You can feel pressure quickly building in the pit of your stomach; every sharp snap of your husband’s hips against your, forcing his cock unbelievably deep inside your drenched pussy, his pubic rubbing against your needy clit, your own fingers playing with your nipples - it all pushes you closer to the edge, body prickling with heat and desire

Tony lets out small grunt as he feels your pussy clamping down onto his length, his pace fastens as he begins to literally pound into your squelching heat, turning you into hot whimpering mess in a matter of minutes

- Fuck, Tony, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please, - you cry out desperately, mind barely able to form any sort of coherence. One of your hands comes to grip on his bicep, feeling his firm muscles flex under your palm

- C’mon, let it all out, darling. ‘M right after you, - man above you rasps, his pace falters slightly, forcing his dick into you in deep erratic thrusts. His huge hands slide down to grip on your buttocks, molding pliable flesh in between his fingers, leading your hips upwards to meet his, by this fucking even deeper into you

Your vision goes blurry, as white-hot pleasure rolls over your trembling body, filling your whole being with utter bliss. Tony follows soon after you; a string of profanities mixed with praise rolls off his tongue as he pushes himself to the hilt, shooting his pearly cum deep into your wrecked cunt

Your eyelids feel extremely heavy so you close your eyes, your body shakes occasionally with post-orgasmic tremors. Tony crushes on top of you, making you squeal softly under his sudden weight. A few minutes pass in complete silence, both of you trying to even your heavy breaths and calm your erratic heartbeats. Man scrambled to his arms sliding off you before pulling his already softened cock out of your trembling pussy; a sudden feeling of emptiness makes you grumble quietly, you feel his cum dribbling out of you and down on the sheets. Tony lays beside you, one strong arm draped over your abdomen, the warms of his skin against yours feels comforting

- Fuck, that was good, - he murmurs with a chuckle, making you smile and nod weakly in agreement. His thumb starts rubbing soft circles on your stomach, making your heart flutter in adoration

You roll over to lay on your side facing Tony, hand coming to caress the side of his face. Man smiles sweetly at you, corners of his eyes crinkling with delight and you can’t help but return the gesture

- ‘M too exhausted. Guess you have to carry me to the bathroom, - you pout pitifully, feeling to lazy to go to said bathroom yourself. Tony’s eyebrows rise in feigned astonishment, arm that was previously caressing your abdomen comes to tickle your side teasingly, making you giggle and writhe under his touch

- Well, I guess I have nothing else to do but to carry you there, huh? - Tony says while standing up and getting around the bed to get to your side of it, picking you up bridal style and heading up straight to the bathroom to get both of you cleaned up from the evidences of your oh so pleasurable awakening

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