#marvel scenarios

[writerpetals]

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; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying. 

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing. 

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return. 

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head. 

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?” 

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire. 

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed. 

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying. 

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable. 

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips. 

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs. 

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started. 

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment. 

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom. 

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck. 

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.” 

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center. 

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Do it,  then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower. 

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window. 

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away. 

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved. 

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him. 

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over. 

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.” 

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed. 

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length. 

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation. 

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name. 

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open. 

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again. 

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear. 

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him. 

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you. 

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over. 

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth. 

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

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[yandere-wishes]

My deepest, darkest desire is to kiss Tony Stark. On the mouth. Hard. Passionately. NOW.

(I just want to be his sweetheart😭😭)

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[takenbypeter]

Love You, Gators

Steven grant x reader

Words: 435

Summary: First I love you’s with Steven

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Steven didn’t know why you were acting strange. You were acting off, not in a bad way, more of just in a weird sort of way. 

“Need help with that?” He asked, grabbing a rag to help you finish the dishes. “No I got it,” you replied offering a smile and he smiled back lips in a tight line as he placed the cloth back on the table. 

Taking steps away from you he kept thinking, what was it? What was bothering you? Closing his eyes, he tried to recount if it was anything he did.

He woke up running late, greeted you, started getting ready, you said, “have a good day, I love you.” And he said, “you too, laters gators,” and left. See nothing out of the ordinary. 

The crease between Steven’s eyebrow deepened as he went over the events again until finally his eyes widened. “Oh bollocks,” he whispered when the realization hit him. 

“You love me.” He said, mouth left slightly ajar. “What’d you say?” You ask, not quite hearing his whisper over the sound of the running water. Steven treads closer until he’s standing beside you. You focus on the dish in hand while his gaze remains on you. 

“You said you loved me, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did,” you said, matter of factly. 

“And I didn’t say it back. I was supposed to say it back, wasn’t I?”

You gave your head a little shake, “I don’t want you to say it, if you don’t want to say it.”

“No, no I do. Gods know I’ve been whispering it under my breath for the past weeks, now I can finally say it to your face.”

Attention gained you shut off the faucet and fully turn towards him. 

Steven’s got a nervous smile on his face, eyes decorated with his normal dark circles underneath them, while his cheeks seem to darken and his hands rub together anxiously. “Well now it’s actually more nerve wrecking since I just told you I’m going to say it,” he chuckles out. 

“You don’t have to say it right now,” you say with a smile on your own face. Honestly it didn’t bother you that much, you knew he did love you, even if he didn’t say it. But again he rejected the idea. 

“Wait, I’m going to say it. I’m just going to say it.” He forced his hands to his sides and immediately closed his eyes, took a single breath, then opened them, finding yours before breathing out, “I love you,” a toothy grin growing on his lips as he said the words. 

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[k-ki3rd]

　　　　　　　. . . the universe is cruel !

miles morales (1610) x fem!reader.

✶ : synopses ━━━━ in all universes you and miles fall in love, but due to a failure in that system on earth 42, you lose your miles and spider-man never existed; you take action and end up like the prowler, but you didn't expect to find a thousand miles from another reality.

✶ : warnings ━━━━ slight angst, bad feelings, mentions of death, you know, that can be sad.

✶ : notes ━━━━ seriously, I went crazy when I had this idea! Miles' scene with prowler inspired me (guys, he looks so cute in braids!). sorry for google english!

　　　miles woke up with a start, his head ached and he wondered why he was stuck with a punching bag; maybe it was punishment for what he'd done to peter a few years ago, but it didn't matter at the moment.

he looked around and recognized the place, with memories coming to his mind. he heard footsteps, but his spider-sense didn't alert him, what did that mean?

a figure in intimidating clothes appeared, the face covered with a technological mask; the color mixed with the environment making that experience scarier. At first, Miles decided to remain silent and analyze the situation.

but then a heartbeat and a friendly memory gave him courage.

"why am i here?", he asked fidgeting a little. "who are you?", at that moment you felt a different wave of emotions, because you knew that voice, the sound that made your difficult days bearable.

"i can answer that," you started to say, your suit made your voice change and become thicker and more masculine, a defense mechanism against your pursuers "answer me one thing first: do you know someone named [name]?".

he was scared, obviously he knew who it was, she was his girlfriend, the most loved and protected girl in all of brooklyn, but how would someone from another dimension know about her? "i know… why?" he said, feeling his body shake.

underneath the mask you swallowed hard and your eyes widened, showing through the costume. "oh", "who are you?" miles asked again. it was easier shown than told, so you made the mask come off your face, revealing an image he could never have imagined.

"i'm [name] [last name]," he was totally terrified, his eyes were wide and his heart skipped a beat "but you can call me a prowler".

miles knew it wasn't his girlfriend, since they were different realities, but that moved this boy so much; why did you become the prowler? how had this happened? where was he? "how come… you can't be the prowler", "but i am, since you left".

"to leave? i wouldn't leave you alone, nor would i allow that to happen to you", you swallowed again, after all, miles didn't know what tragic end he had had, and seeing him so close without being able to hug him and say that missing you was killing you.

"it wasn't your choice, much less your fault. i'm the one who caused this." it was fateful the way he left, the gangsters had taken over the streets and leaving the house could be fatal; you and miles sneak out that night to buy groceries at the market, but find guys trying to rob a poor lady.

miles felt bad for not helping, he left you in a secluded place, even though you begged him not to go, and went to where the riot was going on; playing the hero, the boy morales lost his life.

you held your boyfriend's body, disbelieving that it had happened; you cried a lot and the tears mix with the raindrops that fell on you.

"if i hadn't made up the candy thing, maybe he would still be here" you said sadly. "i had no way of knowing, it's not your fault," miles replied, moving the punching bag.

"they are different realities, but you are the same as him", you allowed yourself to sigh for a moment. "lo sinto mucho por eso, (i'm sorry about this) i'm going to let you go", chains were removed from miles; he stretched out his arms and felt the blood flowing normally through his body. miles looked you in the eye, causing some discomfort, since you had already accepted your fate and resigned yourself to losing him forever.

"if it's not too weird, could i give you a hug?", "is this going to make you uncomfortable?", you asked him. miles quickly shook his head. You nodded and agreed to the pet.

when she was in his arms the memories came back, all the happy moments she had with her boyfriend; the songs, the drawings, the conversations, kisses and particularly, the hugs. miles was too affectionate, and he missed that very much.

you cried clinging to spider-man, because you were the last one you would see someone identical to your miles. the boy hugged tighter trying to comfort you; it hurt to see you like this, it hurt a lot, because in every universe, no matter what, he loved you so much.

this immense universe is beautiful, but it is very cruel to you.

　　hey, hey! I'm not new here, i'm familiar with tumblr, but i ended up deleting my old account due to personal problems. welcome to my blog!

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[pedrometal]

baby, you were the love of my life. woah, maybe you don't know it's lost till you find it

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[dilf-whore]

but he likes her better (part 1)

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pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

genre: angst

summary: peter’s been distant lately so you come and try to check on him

A/N: i’d appreciate it if you guys give me feedback on this fic hihi 💕

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You ring the doorbell at Peter’s home, closing your umbrella and putting it at the corner as you wait for someone to open the door. You jump at the loud sound of the thunder, goosebumps appearing on your skin by the coldness of the wind. You decided to pay your boyfriend a visit because he’s been distant lately, making you worried sick. You wanted to see how he’s doing since you figured out that it's his typical behavior whenever he’s going through tough times. 

Aunt May finally gets the door and immediately pulls you inside, “what are you doing out here Y/N? it’s raining cats and dogs outside!” she asks, running over your body to check if you’re wet. You chuckle softly as she rushes to the kitchen to bring you something warm to drink. “I’m here to see Peter, is he here?” you ask, following after her. She hands over the mug with hot chocolate, the relaxing aroma entering your nose. “He’s up in his room” she reply.

You thank her and head straight to your boyfriend’s room. You knock on his door, “Peter? It’s me Y/N” you say. No one replies and you wait there for a short while when the automatic lock he made starts to make a sound, “come in” you hear him say faintly. You walk into his small bedroom, he was sitting in front of his computer doing research you assume. You stand beside him, “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that something’s been bothering you lately” you ask as you settle down the mug on his table. His eyes still locked on the screen, “yeah” he replies quietly. You sigh, still not contented with his answer. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you su-“

You get cut off when he jerks your hand off his shoulder and stands up, “I said I’m fine!” he shouts. You flinch at his reaction, you take a deep breath and calm yourself down - you understand that maybe he’s stressed and overwhelmed with school and with his life as a vigilante. You try to approach him but he raises his voice once again, “can you please stop bugging me? Gwen would give me space if I asked her to do so”

“What the fuck did you just say, Peter?”

You felt a sharp knife stab through your heart, your lips quiver as tears starts streaming down your face. Realizing what he just said, he starts to walk towards you with guilty eyes and opens his mouth to talk. “You know, I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be Ms. Perfect like Gwen. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m not good enough” you reply softly as you motion him to stop coming to you. You open his door, “goodbye Peter”.

You wipe off your tears and go down. You spot Aunt May already looking at you worried, she probably heard Peter’s voice a while ago. You give her a fake smile, “thanks for the hot chocolate Aunt May. I uh should head back now”. You don’t wait for her reply as you bid her goodbye and rush out of their home. You start to jog away, your umbrella completely forgotten.

He still loves Gwen you thought to yourself.

Why wouldn’t he be? She was his first love for God’s sake. She’s a top student, her family is quite wealthy and is well respected, she’s pretty and perfect. Everyone in your school idolizes her, including yourself honestly - every single thing about her is admirable.

No wonder he’s still in love with her.

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[mrknightsbf]

— Grief

Marc Spector / Steven Grant X Gn!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Marc is haunted by his brother's death and abusive mother, but you're there to help make him remember it's not his fault.

Warnings: Child Abuse mention, Drowning mention, DID

Word Count: 1.3k

Marc Spector, the Moon Knight, is a deeply troubled man. A devil to some. He was sure he'd never escape from the never ending hell that was life.

Until he met an angel, one to pick him up from his sorrows. You.

It was another sleepless night for Marc, while you beside him were sleeping perfectly fine, he was staring at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face. He looked over at the clock to see the time which read “2:27” in the morning, making him sigh. He rolled over on his side to face you, and a light smile creeped on his face at your peaceful expression.

One of his hands reached over to your face and gently caressed your cheek, looking at you with hearts practically in his eyes. Marc was very grateful to have you in his life. Someone who loved him and dealt with his alter, Steven who you loved just as much because to you, they were the same person, just a little different in their own ways. Someone who didn't mind his terrible past of killing, even before he was Moon Knight. Someone who was amazed by his powers as Moon Knight and not scared like the rest. He couldn't believe he found someone like you who wanted to be with him. He always thought he was undeserving of true love after all the bad things he's done in his life, because he didn't want to hurt anyone else, like his mother who completely changed after his brother died.

Marc Spector was absolutely head over heels for you, even if he had trouble showing it at times, Steven would help him and it would work now that the two have accepted each other. But he was terrified of hurting you somehow. Whether it be by his stupid impulsive decisions, or by his third alter, the one he doesn't even know about just yet. He couldn't lose another person who genuinely cared about him. He'd lose his mind and become worse than before he met you.

“I love you, baby,” Marc whispered to your sleeping figure.

“Marc?” You asked in a raspy voice, stirring awake and opening your eyes to see your boyfriend facing you.

Marc smiled slightly before responding, “Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

You shook your head subtly, “No, it's okay. What time is it?”

“Almost 3 in the morning,” Marc answered.

“Couldn't sleep again?” You asked him despite already knowing the answer.

Marc just nodded in response, his eyes averting from you in shame. He felt like a coward for being afraid of sleeping, because of the nightmares, and because of his third personality. He finally understood how Steven felt after he did it to him for so long, and it felt terrible. It was a daily occurrence, now. For you to wake up without him by your side, for him to just stare at the wall or you while you slept fine, for him to attempt and sleep only to be awoken by screams which wake you up in the process. He hated it. Being weak. He was so used to Steven being the “weak”, compassionate one that it was so odd for Marc to feel it alone.

“Come here,”

Marc was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard your words, and when he looked back at you your arms were wide open for him to crawl into. He stared at you for a few seconds, hesitating to become so vulnerable for once in his life before he slowly inched closer to you. Once he was close enough for you to reach, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him towards you, one of your hands immediately going up into his hair. The feeling of your warm embrace was enough for Marc to let himself finally relax, as he looked anywhere but your eyes, too ashamed that a grown man like him needed such reassurance.

“It’s okay, you're okay,” You said to the male quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s all my fault,” Marc spoke even quieter than you, but it was clear enough for you to hear. “He…He died because of me,”

You shook your head though he couldn't see it, he felt it. “No he didn't. You were just a little kid, you couldn't have known any better.”

“I should have, though,” Marc responded, looking down at your free hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “If i didn't take him there, it wouldn't have happened.”

“You don't know that, Marc. The world works in odd ways. Don't blame yourself when it wasn't even your intention. You didn't know any better.” You could feel his breathing steady out but he still didn't spare a glance at you. Not that you minded. You knew how insecure Marc was when it came to his family and discussing the past like this. You had learned by now to just give reassuring words and physical expression rather than have him actually talk about it deeply unless it was times like this. Times where he couldn't control the immense guilt he'd been feeling since his brother drowned. Where he couldn't control the sadness of his mother hating his being and beating him because of it.

Marc’s next words were so quiet that you weren't able to hear him, and he knew by how your actions stopped and he looked at you for a split second before back at your connected hands. “Don't leave me, too,” He repeated just hardly loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, having never heard these words from your boyfriend before. You didn't expect him to say something like this before, and it worried you deeply. “I won't, Marc. I promise,” You said, resuming your movements.

Marc finally looked at you and all you could see was pain in his eyes. A sight you'd seen many times before. He looked almost on the verge of tears, like he was trying to hold them back and ignore this terrible feeling he was having. “I-”

Marc’s expression suddenly changed and he now looked at you with a smile, “Oh, hello, love!” A british accent came from the male and you knew it was Steven talking now.

“Hey, Steven,” You smiled back at him.

“Erm, why exactly are we in this position? Not that I don't mind it! But I’m just a little lost,” Steven chuckled lightly at the end.

“Marc’s having a hard time again,” You answered.

Steven nodded, “Well, I guess we’ll have to stay like this then!” He said before wrapping his arms around you.

A light laugh came from you at the sudden action and you looked down at the man with a smile, “Hey, Steven?”

“Yes, love?” He said, closing his eyes.

“You really are Marc’s light in life, don't ever leave him. Because there's no telling if one day I’m gone, but he’ll still have you. So just don't leave him, please,” You told him.

Steven hummed lightly, “I won't.”

“Thanks, Steven,” You replied.

You glanced down and saw your boyfriend’s expression change again and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. “I’m sorry.” The American accent was all you needed to hear to know it was Marc talking again.

You shook your head, “Don't apologize, Marc. It's okay,” You said to him.

Marc sighed, pulling you closer to him and laid his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Marc. I always will.”

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[lemonsuponlemons]

Dark!Matt Murdock and Reader

A little background: you know Matt but you don't know he's Daredevil

And Matt has, to put it simply, the hots for you

But for some reason, he is physically incapable of shooting his shot

So he keeps true to his dramatic ass and suffers in silence

Until he comes up with an idea that might just work

You don't know he's Daredevil, right? And he's cripplingly afraid of you rejecting him because his desire for you is beyond the scale. So if he shoots his shot as the vigilante, he's not ruining his chances as a Matt The Lawyer

There is even a statistical chance that he DOUBLES his chances, in case you're both into the masked guy and the real guy

So one night he asks you to stay longer with him at the office, help out with something

Under the pretext that he still needs to do something, he stays behind while you call it a day and head home

That's of course a bullshit excuse and the moment you're out of the building Matt's changing into his vigilante suit and is, kind of, stalking you

God must have blessed him because some dude was trying to chat you up and you, obviously, were not having it and the guy was clearly getting violently angry

So he, the Daredevil, swoops in as the hero of the year and beats the unwelcome stranger into the next decade

At first he asks whether you're okay, tells you that you should be careful and not walk around at night etc.

His words are gradually turning more flirtatious and suggestive

Imagine his excitement when you receive them well and actually want him

I mean, the city hero just saved you and apparently finds you irresistible enough to sacrifice his "patrol" for you

I feel like this is one of those scenarios where he is more sensual and slow rather than feral

So he's kissing your neck, taking off your clothes and touching any pieces of skin his hands can reach

Matt strikes me as a thigh man idk why

He's so excited and turned on his hands are slightly shaking

(and that's the story of how Matt realized he might have a lil roleplay kink)

During the sexy time the mask stays on, ok

Actually, he takes off only some of his clothes, trying to keep his identity as secret as one can while going at it

You don't really mind, there's something oddly hot about inviting a masked stranger to your bed

So now you're on your stomach, pressed into the mattress by the Daredevil himself

His hands are keeping yours on your back

He's moving really slow but oh so well and deep

Hitting all the right spots, making you feel every inch of him and how he feels inside you

All while his kissing and biting your shoulders as well as your back

His beard is going to leave burns along your shoulder blades - an excitingly uncomfortable sensation

Whispers dirty, slightly degrading, things

"You just let anyone fuck you, don't you?"

"Be grateful like the good girl you are"

"Don't I deserve a 'thank you'?"

'Thank you, sir' is the only comprehensible sentence that can leave your mouth right now

When he feels his orgasm getting closer, he pulls your hair and orders you to thank him louder

To your neighbors' dismay, you happily comply

Definitely gropes your thighs and ass

He disappears as swiftly as he appeared and you just lay there, fucked out of your mind, wondering what the hell you just did (not that you regret it, obviously)

Matt did get a last, long view of your bare ass before leaving tho

The next day you come to work like you always do but you seem really content, suspiciously so

Matt asks what's up (he's giggling inside tbh)

And you just go "Had a good night, now I'm having a great day"

Daredevil's gonna visit you again and it's your fault

Now imagine everything I have said BUT you have initially rejected Matt (for whatever reason) and now you're jumping on Daredevil's dick thank you

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[nctauvision]

[5:50 pm] Spider-man!Mark slips through his apartment bedroom window. His mind clouded after sending you off at the airport this morning. Who would he go to if he ever needed his web shooters to be fixed or to nag him for breaking it again? He already missed you so much that he almost passed a neatly placed box sitting on his desk.

He blinks before picking at the attached note.

One last fix-up for my friendly neighborhood spider-man. Try to be careful with this please. -y/n

The last statement emits a small chuckle, practically hearing the annoyed tone behind it. 

He doesn’t waste time opening the box to find a pair of black glasses. He notes the stylistic choice, thick rims and metal nose bridge before sliding them on when a beef goes off. A computerized voice followed.

Initializing sub-system... 

“Wha-?”

A growing whirring sound by his ear catches him off guard and the glasses emit a red flash. It scanned dove this body - a computerized image of his spider-man suit rapidly displayed.

Sub-routine active... 

Assumingly, it featured multitudes of advanced designs of his suit, but just as he could comprehend further what was happening, it reverts back into the len. The previously bulky glasses adjusted itself to sit firmly on his face.

The whirring stops. Still dumbfound, he remained still in anticipation. 

Awakening protocols... y/n protocols activated.

Mark stiffens, unable to recall whether what he heard was right.

“What’s... going on?” he wonders aloud and, as if on command, a familiar voice chimes in.

“Hey Mark.” 

No way. “y/n?”

“Yours truly.”

(Fun Note: this is based on the spiderman comics and movies. Tony Stark's Glasses are sunglasses designed by Tony Stark and operated as a portable supercomputer. They enable the user to interact with both artificial intelligence interfaces. They were gifted to Peter Parker.)

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[creamecafe]

Y/N: "Loki how many times do I have to tell you?"

Loki: "What? I'm just talking to this man here."

Y/N: "Your about to rip his eye out."

Loki: "Well he was staring at you...intimately"

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[berry-blueberry]

You’re Not Alone

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You go with Happy to get Peter after he’s been tricked so many times and the pressure of everything comes crashing down on him.

Warnings: Anxiety attack, stress, mentions of death, pressure from everyone and loads of fluff!

You lay on the bed in the back of Starks Quenjet, Peters laying between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head rested on your chest, you run your hands through his wet hair from the shower he took. He takes a deep breath in of your scent and melts into you more. “You okay baby?” You ask while looking down at him with your hands in his hair, he bites his lip then looks up at you with tears in his eyes “I’m sorry you had to see me like that, I-I never wanted you to see me like that” he looks away while tears run down his cheeks, “I don’t want to look weak” he clenches his jaw, you gently tilts his head back to you and stroke his cheek softly “Hey, crying doesn’t make you weak, everyone cries Peter” you gently stroke a tear off his cheek and smile a little “Trust me, everyone does plus crying is good for you, it relieves stress” you ramble which makes him smile, he then scoots up a bit and presses his soft lips to yours in a sweet tender kiss, you melt against his lips feeling euphoria, he pulls away and looks you in the eyes. “I love you” he blurts out, his cheeks turn pink and yours do as well, he had never said that, you had never either. You lean forward and kiss his lips again “I love you too Peter, and no matter what you go through I’m here for you, you’re never alone” you respond while moving some hair out of his face, he smiles and lays down beside you then pulls you into his chest, you both lay their in the comfort of each other. “You two better be keeping it decent in their!” Happy yells, you both turn as red as a cherry “HAPPY!” Peter yells in a higher pitch voice then he meant to use, you burst out laughing into Peter’s chest.

Hope you guys like this <3

I honestly loved writing this, I love Peter too so that just adds to it, I think I might do some more Peter fanfics soon.

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[writerpetals]

gratified | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

Feeling him grow hard between your thighs causes the heat to build from the pit of your stomach before it floods every inch of you. The way he desperately grips your hips in an attempt to receive more only fuels the desire to tease him further. He’s cute and whiny when he’s worked up, feeling his hard cock pressing to the silk of your thin panties to drive you wild with desire.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice deep and strained against your ears. His head falls back against the couch where you are currently straddling him, knees on each side with the two of you only in your underwear. What started as nothing more than a heated make-out session quickly turned into you teasing him in nothing but panties, and he groans beneath you, so eager to come it becomes arousing all on its own.

“You’re cute when you beg,” you tease him, lowering yourself to his lips to taste the desperation on his skin. He cranes his neck to get more of you, chasing your mouth as you pull away with a giggle and continue rocking yourself against his throbbing cock. He strains against his boxer-briefs, pulling the fabric so tight against his skin it begins to hurt, but you have no mercy on the boy as he whines beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he chokes on the words as he speaks. You can’t deny the fact, loving to watch his eyes roll as he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s a sinful sight to behold and one that drives you to draw out the moment for as long as you can. His muscles tense and tighten beneath you, every inch of his stomach contracting against your fingertips resting over him. “Just sit on my cock already, baby.”

You ignore every desperate plea, continuing to grind yourself against him just to watch him suffer. Though suffering and begging quickly turns into groaning and jerking his hips beneath you. He’s too worked up at this point, taking notice the moment his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his brow wrinkles. The bliss begins to overtake the need as the silk of your panties coated with your own arousal slipping against his painfully hard cock finally starts to suffice.

Though you take time to pause for a moment, easing yourself off of him to grip four fingers into the band of his boxers. Surprised, he watches carefully as his cock springs free, brushing your fingertips along his length to earn a hiss from the motion before you’re settling against him once again. Now the silk eases over his flesh to have him groaning, yearning for more once you begin to ride him again.

“Go faster, baby,” he groans with a hiss. A request that is so easy to comply with. You can’t help but to follow the words, riding his cock fast enough to please him. It only helps when his arousal, so thick and hard and twitching for release, presses tight against your clit, suddenly becoming just as worked up as him as your hips move quicker.

Warmth rushes from between your thighs to reach the rest of your body, toes curling while pressing harder against his cock. Your aching clit works against the tip of his length, becoming lost in your own pleasure with the desire to tease him no longer your main priority. You never knew how good it would feel to grind against him, even with panties on, with your juices beginning to drip from your core to soak through your panties and dampen his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, words nearly choked and caught in his throat, but he can’t help but to compliment you when it feels so damn good to have you against his body, pleasuring his cock in any way possible. “Ride me, just like that. Keep going.” His hips thrust from between your thighs, nearly catching you off guard from the sudden jerk, but your eyes only shut tighter as you fall into the pure adrenaline of the bliss rushing through your veins.

The arousal coating his flesh from the way you drip in need for him only makes the motions easier, slicker, caressing his cock between your thighs as it presses so tight against your folds. Each time the tip brushes past your clit, a shiver runs down your spine, the heat from below swelling more and more with each second that passes. Whimpers and moans begin to spill from your lips, calls of his name, a few curses, so surprised at how good riding his cock in such a way can feel.

“Fuck, I’m-” you begin to mutter, but your voice is overtaken by desperate moans, strained and so breathless as they pour from within. You want to tell him how good it feels, that you’re getting so close as the greed consumes you and you want nothing more than release while rubbing yourself against his cock. The slick, sticky silk of your panties is foreign in the way it eases over your skin, knowing how amazing it must feel to him as well.

His grip on your hips tightens, urging you to continue, begging for more without much more than a deep, raspy groan that bubbles from within his chest. The bliss is filling him to the brim, and from the way he pushes his hips into you from below, you know his end is drawing near.

So you move faster, grind your hips harder, press against him tighter to receive all you can. Surges of warmth begin to course through you, warning you you’re seconds away from coming undone. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from becoming too loud, nails leaving marks against his skin and it suddenly becomes too much to bear as the pleasure fills every inch of your body.

Your muscles tense, trembling against him as the first wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your hips slow as your body shakes, but he won’t let you stop. Still rolling your hips against him with the guidance of two hands pressed to your body, the pleasure soon becomes far too overwhelming as you come undone, walls clenching, just dying for him to be inside of you.

He thrusts from below, so close to the edge watching you reach your peak. His cock slips back and forth between your thighs, getting to hear you moan and whimper, feeling you quiver against him, only helping him in his own pleasure until he’s huffing and panting and finally releasing the pent up tension as a deep, yet strained groans slips from his lips.

In an instant he’s making a mess of himself. Thick ropes of white coat his stomach, landing in droplets against his skin as you watch him come undone beneath you. The sight of his clenched jaw and muscles tensing as he climaxes has desire burning all over again in the pit of your stomach. His cock twitches beneath you as he comes, grip loosening around your waist until the moment his hands fall to his sides and he grows limp against the sofa.

As he tries to collect his breath, you slip off of him to press your back to the opposite side of the couch, doing the same while regaining your energy from discovering something new and sinful with him. Even if you were only wanting to make-out, and then tease him, neither of you can complain when the results are so satisfying.

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[thorily]

imagine showing thor your favorite movie, he would be so happy through it, living every emotion but then when it finishes he says shouts

“more!”

“thor it’s only one movie, i’m sorry”

and he would be so sad cause he really liked it ): i recommend watching series with him that end up good as he likes <3

#thor love and thunder #marvel #marvel scenarios #thor #thor headcanon #thor odinson #thor ragnarok #thor the dark world #thor fluff #thor imagine

[takenbypeter]

Wholesome Type Of Kiss

*not my gif*

Peter Maximoff x reader

Word Count: 242

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Based off: which one of your OTP... Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses

Author’s note: This involves nose kissing as a romantic type of kiss, I know it is used as a typical greeting in some cultures, so I just wanted to let y’all know here that it is being used in the romantic type of way

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“What are we doing?” Peter asked, as you scooted closer to him.

You had told him you wanted to try something and he had agreed without even knowing what he was agreeing to. Before he knew it, you positioned yourself face to face and were slowly inching closer.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your turtle-like pace, “what are you—“

“Shhh,” you said, gently hitting his leg before refocusing. Again, you slowly lean towards him. Face centimeters from his, he suddenly turns to the side bursting out laughing. 

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t take you seriously when you move all slow like that,” he wheezes, grabbing his stomach out of laughter making you roll your eyes. “Just close your eyes.”

After getting all his laughs out he straightens up and closes his eyes. You wave a hand in front of his face to make sure they’re fully closed and once confirming so, you lean in again. Stopping close to his face, you gently rub your nose against his. 

Feeling the light touch of your noses together makes his lips curve into a goofy smile. “That felt a little strange,” he said, not used to the sensation. You lean away mirroring his grin, “I kinda like it,” without another word you lean again repeating the action. 

Little did you know what you just unlocked. Because now anytime you weren’t giving him his needed attention, that would become his favorite form of touch. 

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[theladybarnes]

NO STRINGS ON ME - CH.3: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me”

▸ summary: fights ensue all over after the reveal of ultron ▸ characters: steve rogers, tony stark, natasha romanoff, the avengers & maximoff twins ▸ word count: 6,400 ▸ warnings: angst   ▸ series masterlist

The atmosphere in the tower had changed drastically since the party. Instead of heading off to bed, where most of you were surely needing to sleep off some of the alcohol you’ve consumed, the rest of you had gone up to Bruce’s lab. You had hoped that despite the reasoning behind Ultron, that the others would have wanted to move on to catching him.

 Instead, what ended up happening was Tony basically getting into it with most of your friends. Including Steve who instead of helping you calm things down, allowed things to get worse. Especially when you had to help pry off Thor’s hands from around Tony’s neck.

 Your brother on the other hand, decided to explain himself with sarcastic humor, making the situation only more pleasant. It isn’t till he’s chuckling to himself, reminding everyone again about his sacrifice for the wormhole.

 There was no telling what he saw. Even if he took the time, which he has, to describe it in detail, it wouldn’t be the same to relive it. Whether he would admit it out loud or not, it scared him to his core. Something he couldn’t shake up.

 “A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it.” He stands up straighter, addressing everyone with more vindication. “We’re the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the livelong day, but that up there, that’s..that’s the endgame.”

 He looked over at everyone, pausing on you briefly before he found his target. “How were you guys planning on beating that?” He said, staring at Steve.

 “Together.” 

 “We’ll lose.”

 “Then we’ll do that together, too.” 

 You sighed softly, feeling more and more despondent at the situation. Tony, looking just the same as you felt, stepped away, choosing to look over his desk rather than anyone in the room.

 “Thor’s right. Ultron’s calling us out. And I’d like to find him before he’s ready for us. The world’s a big place, let’s start making it smaller.” Steve finished before he glanced over at you, he cocked his head to the side, indicating for you to follow him. 

 Glancing back at your brother, you know that you need to find out more of what was going on through his head just as much as you needed to speak with Steve. Thankfully, the answer is made for you when you notice Bruce walk over to talk with Tony. He gives you a simple nod, urging you to go ahead and join Steve at his side.

  The two of you are silent as you make your way up. Steve kept his eyes down on the ground, ignoring your every glance. Since Jarvis was down, it left for even more quietness when he simply leaned forward and pressed the button to your floor. A reminder of how your reunion went a couple of days ago. The idea of being alone in there together now made your chest tighten. 

 The ride up had felt so slow that you let out a relieved sigh once the metal doors opened to your open floor plan. Feeling like the air in the elevator was slowly being sucked out of the small space. The first step into the living room instantly gave you a sort of relief. Steve unfortunately noticed the tension between you finally, looking over at you with his familiar worried frown before he spoke up. 

 “How’s your leg?” 

 Both your eyes cast down to your stitched up leg. The pain of the cuts were slowly fading away from the pills Helen graciously provided you. The conditions in the morning would surely be a different story. Not to mention for a while you’ll have a bit of scarring. Something the cradle won’t be able to fix one the wound closed up properly. 

 “It’s fine.” You squeaked, voice not ready to be talking after so long of not speaking.

 “Sure it is.” He laughed dryly. Probably from the tone you gave off.

 Kneeling down before you, he gently reached his hands out to inspect the limb himself. Moving his fingers gently at the skin and bandages, trying to feel for something he could identify. It’s only after a minute later is he up again, standing close to you. 

 The blues in his eyes are like an ocean at night. The usual brightness gone with the happy mood he had before the attack. “Let’s change before we do this.” He said gloomily, stepping back to allow you room again.

 “Before we do what?”

 “Before we fight.”

 He doesn’t wait for you to respond, going over to your drawer to pull out one of the night shirts and shorts you usually wear to bed. Laying it out for you, he went back to the lower drawer and pulled out his pajama pants. 

 “Steve,” you started, not sure how he’s gonna react to your words. Knowing that it’s better to just lay things out now, you went ahead. “How could you say that to Tony?”

 “I said a lot to Tony.” Cheeky bastard.

 “The comment about SHIELD.” His words weren't blatantly accusing him of acting like it, but it sure had the undertone to it. Which didn’t leave you feeling any better with what was going on during that whole conversation upstairs. 

 Steve brows knitted together as he became vexed over the previous interaction again. “You can’t stand there and tell me it doesn’t feel like SHIELD again.”

 Crossing over to the bed, you sit down at the edge and work the shorts over your legs. “Is it so hard to believe that I think Tony wanted to create something to protect rather than what SHIELD did?”

 “They both created a secret weapon that could hurt thousands. Hell, millions.”

 “You’re literally putting him in with the same people that were secretly working for HYDRA.”

 Steve sighed, shedding off his shirt before he stood before you. “I’m not saying he’s HYDRA. But this impulsive creation could literally destroy everything. You heard them, he knows everything about us. It won’t take long till Ultron knows enough to hurt not just the Avengers.”

 “I know that Steve. It’s just Tony has this trauma that he can’t shake off. He’s just-“

 “You gotta stop defending him, sweetheart.” Steve’s hands are gripped at your shoulders. Eyes scanning over your face in disbelief. “You were just upset last year after what he hid from you then. Look at what happened. He did it again.”

 You had to bite your bottom lip from trembling. It wasn’t fair to bring up the reminder and this wasn’t the same. “I’m not just gonna turn my back on my brother. He’s scared, Steve. We didn’t see the things he did. Even in Sokovia he saw-“

 Steve cuts you off again, squeezing lightly at your shoulders. “You’re blinded by your family, but you have to understand how wrong he is for this.” Blue eyes watched you worriedly before he noticed you had begun to shake. Moving the palms of his hands instead to rub at your sides.. 

 “I’m not saying he’s right. What I’m saying is Tony has gone through a lot of trauma that’s led to him to be over protective.” Pushing back from his close figure, you placed your arms to cross over your chest. “I understand the severity of this. I’m worried. But you gotta see the bigger picture. Tony works differently, he’s just trying to look out for us..”

 Steve let’s go, whether from how much you were pulling back from him or from his own frustrations. The frown crossed on his face again. “There is no bigger picture, Scout. Tony doesn’t work that way. He’s just impulsive-”

 “My father mind you, was just the same as Tony in making a weapon for a bigger cause.” You glared, pointing over at his chest. “Or did the super serum running through you make you forget that?”

 “Howard did not make the serum-“

 “No he didn’t but he sure as hell made it possible for it to work on you!”

 He blinked at the rising tone in your voice, not used to you getting so upset with him. Little did he know that yelling at him was causing your chest to tighten up even more. Didn’t stop him from getting just as mad. 

 “Your father was a good man, he wanted to stop a war!.”

 You stand up now fuming inside. The way he had no disregard for your feelings when talking about Tony this way was hurtful. “So is that it? Tony’s a bad man because he wants to protect the world from the dangers that HE saw?”

 Steve pinched the middle of his nose, holding back a sigh. “No, I don’t think Tony is a bad man. But he is dangerously impulsive. Something that can cause bad things like this to happen.” He takes a step towards you, wanting to ease you back down onto the bed.

 “In case you haven’t noticed, Steve. Impulsiveness runs in my family. Dad had it, Tony had it, and I have it.”

 He pointed over at you, shaking his head. “No sweetheart, you’re nothing like them. You’re great. You actually listen to me, you wanna do good-“

 “Are you shitting me?” He winced over your vulgar reaction. “Are you seriously trying to say I’m only great because I listen to you?” Taking off the rest of your dress, you pull on the shirt and slip on some slippers. Ready to leave this stupid conversation.

 “That’s not what I meant.”

 “Except it is. You figured that because I’m following what you believe is right, that makes me a good person.”

 Steve stayed over at the bedside, hands on hips as he watched you pace around. “But you are a good person, sweetheart. Your actions have proved that.”

 “The ones that I’ve decided to do or the ones you did that I’ve followed?”

 It was at this moment that you were reminded just what kind of choices you made. Especially from this past week alone. Would Steve still consider you a good person from hiding Bucky? Would he deem you doing the right thing for protecting him from everyone? Or especially from that ‘friendly’ kiss? That guilt was slowly creeping back in from before. 

 You hadn’t noticed that Steve was over to you now until you felt him cup the back of your neck, trying to bring you in close. “This isn’t how I wanted the night to end.” He sighed, brushing his nose against yours. Trying to calm you down, wanting to change the mood. “Let’s just go to bed, we’ll figure things out in the morning.”

 Call it defiance, but the idea of laying next to him after all the things he said made you sick. The two of you needed space for the night. If Steve was going to ignore it, then you’d have to be the one to initiate it. “I need to talk to someone else right now..not sleep. I’ll see you later.” You muttered, backing away from his grip to go open the front door.

 Steve placed his hand on the back of the door, stopping it from opening all the way. You glanced over your shoulder to see him looking at you worriedly. “Please stay. We can keep talking, I don’t want things to end like this tonight.” 

 You should stay, a part of you wants to. But the bigger part of you fears what might slip in the heat of the moment again. Something you’re not sure you can get past this time.

 “Sorry, Steve.” You sighed, stepping out into the hall. “You’ll just have to endure the rest of the night. Alone.”

  The ambiance on Tony’s floor had drastically changed since the last time you’ve been up here. Pepper for the most part, brought a warmth to the place. With her lively contemporary music, comfortable furniture, and always ready fire. It was like a warm welcome home every visit. 

 But with things between her and Tony being a bit on the complicated side, plus her busy work with Stark Industries, the usually welcoming place was more cold than ever. Something you’d point out to him if things weren’t already going so wrong. Plus, you had no right to talk to him about rocky relationships.

 Stepping onto the hardwood floor, you called out his name, expecting him to come out and greet you like usual. Instead, you’re met with a low ‘over here’ from down the hall. 

 His office was dark, leaving only one lamp to cast a glow over his tired face. “Figured you’d come check on me eventually.” He sighed, swirling his cup of whiskey. The bags under his eyes looked darker than usual. He must not have been sleeping properly since the return from Sokovia. “Thought you’d still be with Cap.”

 “Yeah, I think he thought so too.” Making your way to the desk, you sit on the edge of the dark wood before taking the glass from his hands to take a sip. “Nu-uh,” he said quickly, taking the glass back. You wanna protest against him, needing something to help relax you before he lightly tapped on the knee of your injured leg. “Can’t mix them.” He smirked, downing the rest before you’re tempted to try again.

 “Stupid murder bot.” You sighed, placing your hands on your lap. He leaned against his chair, staring at your wrapped up wound as the two of you stayed quiet. Both needing a second to figure out what you needed to say. With the way his face was dejected, you figured it would have to be you to go first.

 “Tony, I need you to tell me what you saw that caused all this to happen.”

 His hand ran through his hair, still reeling in from the black lash he had received earlier. “What difference does it make, kid? What I saw doesn’t seem to change what anyone thinks.” 

 “It’s important to me, Tony. I’ve only ever seen you so worried about things three times. The first when you stepped off that plane after being taken hostage, the second after you told me about the wormhole, and tonight.” Reaching over, you pulled his hands away from his face so he could look at you.

 “I need to know that I’m not just backing you up because you’re my brother. You have to let me help you.”

 “There’s some things you don’t have to be burdened with, Sprout. Things I don’t want you to worry about.”

 Shaking your head you hop off the desk to stand over him. “There are some burdens that you can share, Tony. The weight of the world does not need to fall solely on your shoulders.” 

 He opened up his arms, bringing you in for a hug you didn’t know you needed today. “It’s hard not to feel like it does,” he admitted against your shoulder, sighing into the comfort of the embrace. “Especially when there’s so many people in this world I care about.”

 It’s been a long time since you’ve had this kind of vulnerable moment with Tony. With the two of you being busier with work it made it hard to have moments where you could really be there for one another. But Tony had to learn to open up without you prying things out of him.

 “You gotta stop with not telling me anything. Do you not remember what happened the last time?”

 “Yeah, I again tried to do the right thing and it led you to nearly being killed by HYDRA.”

 Your lips pursed, trying to get to your point. “In case you forgot, I was quick on my feet and made it through all that.” He looked over at you with a small frown. Still not as convinced as you hoped he would be.

 “Tony, I hate to admit that he’s right at this moment, but Steve was right when he said we’d do things together. You’re not alone in this.”

 “God, that sentence just sounds wrong.”

 Laughing a bit, you let him go and turn around so that you could walk over towards the couch that sat by the window. Bringing a pillow to rest on your lap as you relaxed into the soft cushion. Ready for the long night. “Now, please tell me what you saw.”

 Tony nodded his head defeated. The both of you knew you’d stay here all night lecturing him about it till he gave in. Turning his chair to face you now, he pauses for a moment before reaching over his glass again. 

 “If we’re gonna talk about all this, I’m gonna need another drink.”

  The conversation ended up being a lot longer than you imagined.

 Tony struggled a bit, when he retold everything to you in detail about the vision that the Maximoff girl had shown him. That alone made you a bit worried. He considered it a vision of the possible future, you couldn’t help but think it was just something she implanted in his mind to scare him. 

 After that, you realized then that whether or not it was a vision, whatever she pulled from his mind was bad enough to make him worried about the outcome. So much so that he wanted to create drastic creative measures. No matter what the others might think of him afterwards.

 Eventually, the two of you moved on to working on Tony’s computer, trying to read through everything and see if there was a chance to work on bringing back Jarvis. Something both of you needed to fix.

 It was funny to think of an AI as a sort of family member. But you both found it hard to not feel that way. Jarvis had been such a staple in your life, it was weird to not have him in it. 

 All that work eventually was the main focus for the rest of the night. 

 At some point though, you must have fallen asleep at his desk because the next thing you knew, you were cozied up on the couch again, with Tony’s suit placed over your arms as a blanket. You could have slept even longer if it weren’t for the feeling of a warm hand brushing hair away from your face that finally woke you up.

 “Room for one more, gorgeous?” Smirked Natasha as she sat at the edge of the cushion. Her hair was still beautifully curled and makeup fresh and ready for the day. It made you feel suddenly insecure when you knew your bed head was the worst. Not to mention you slept in your makeup, probably smearing it all over your face in the night.

 “Stop teasing me.” You pouted, pulling the suit to cover up your face. “I need more sleep.” 

 Chuckling at your whining behavior, the girl simply tugged down at the suit to show your face again. “You can’t hide up here all day. We’ve all gone and planned out an idea for how we can hopefully stop Ultron from getting even more of the upper hand.”

 “What time is it?”

 “It’s about to be noon. Steve’s been asking around for you.”

 You frowned at his name, not ready to face that problem just yet.

 Her finger reached out to rub between your brows, easing away the crease on your face. “He’s just making sure you’re okay since you obviously didn’t go back to your room last night.”

 “I’m so sure he’s worried.”

 “What happened when you guys went up?”

 Sitting up, you push away the tangled pieces of your hair away from your face to look over at Natasha. The concern slowly etched on her green eyes before she smiled kindly at you, making you feel a little more at ease. 

 “Well, we fought a bit. Kind of making the events from earlier that day seem like a joke.”

 “What do you mean?” She asked, tilting her head curiously. “Are you implying you don’t love him anymore?”

 “No!” You groaned, “I do. It’s just.. I think there’s times where Steve paints me out to be someone that I’m not. So when I do things like stick up for Tony, he becomes almost disappointed in me. Which feels like shit.”

 “Well that makes sense. Steve‘s sort of a structured person. I wouldn’t put it past him to put the same standards onto other people that he applies to himself.”

 Shaking your head, you want to argue that she’s wrong. Steve has always been the type of person to listen to your problems, make you laugh with his cheesy joke, or even just be there to hold you if you need to have a second to calm down.

 But that also was all during times where he didn’t need to be working as the Captain.

 “That makes things a bit hard for me because, if I’m going with where my heart is, how can I trust he’ll have my back in it? If it’s something he’s against because he sees this only one way, how am I sure I can trust him with anything else?”

 “Maybe that’s something you two need to talk about.”

 “Sure, because the two of us talking about our feelings works out so well.” You snorted, throwing the jacket off. “I’m sure you didn’t just come up here to talk to me about Steve. What are the plans for Ultron?”

 Getting up the couch, she stands up beside you and allows you to join her on the walk back towards the elevators. “Well, we found where he’s going to be heading next. All of us are going in.”

 “Great, I’ll be here when you guys come back.”

 “Yeah, about that..”

 She quickly pressed the button before she reached out to grab your arm, tugging you close to her side.  Looking at you with a pleading smile as she trapped you in her grip. “I have an idea.”

 “Natasha, I am not an avenger. Trust me when I say this mission already sounds like it’s way out of my caliber.”

 “Hear me out first, Scout.”

 You both move to step in before you frown over at her. “Natasha, in case you can’t tell by the way my leg looks. Let me describe to you how it feels!” You whined, using both of your hands to display the wounded leg.

 She holds her hand up from your squeaking. “I’m not asking you to run off and go fight Ultron yourself. I need you to keep the Quinjet hot and keep Bruce company.”

 “You’re making me go to babysit your boyfriend?”

 Her lips pursed at your choice of words before she shook her head. “We’re not there yet and no. I want you to go because you and Bruce will be on standby if we need the big guy or the jet to take off.”

 The doors opened up to your floor, which was thankfully empty as you two rushed inside. Instead of grabbing your gear, you went to the bathroom to freshen up. Needing to brush out some of the stress your friend was giving you this morning. When you took too long, Natasha slithered her way inside with your tactical suit in hand, rushing to get you undressed and suited up.

 “You don’t need to help, you know.” The words sounded more like grumbling as you slipped your legs slowly into your pants. The redhead simply laughed, reaching to help adjust the straps around your thighs.

 “And miss out on touching the goods?” She teased, standing up to look at you, nodding her head in approval before she turned to let you finish up. Before she could step fully out, you reached over and tugged at her arm. Making her brows rise up at you.

 “Do they really all want me there?”

 Her lips twitched, a habit she had when she didn’t always tell the complete truth. You chose to ignore it this time, hoping that even if what she answered wasn’t the complete truth, it’d be because it was necessary. 

 “Yes, they really do.”

  You hadn’t even stepped one foot in the quinjet when a strong hand stopped you. Steve, dressed up in his Captain suit glared down at you before he caught sight of your lying friend. 

The greeting stung a bit. Even if you were the one who left last night, you weren’t prepared for him to be so angry. Especially after Natasha mentioned he was looking for you. Not wanting to appear weak, you glared back at him, tilting your head at him.

 “What is she doing here?” He demanded, ignoring your gaze now.

 Natasha looked at you sheepishly before she gently removed Steve’s hand from your shoulder. “She’s here because we need her to be on guard for the quinjet and Bruce could use the extra pair of hands.” She said simply, giving the blonde a friendly smile despite the anger that he has towards her. 

The heavy sounds of boots approaching behind you caused the three of you to notice Thor and Tony approaching.

 “Little Lady! How fair are you?” He grinned, being the only one besides Natasha to be happy to see you right now. Tony, who looked like he barely slept a wink, peaked out from behind Thor’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you. An already defeated sigh fell past his lips as he stepped beside you.

 “You don’t plan on fighting, do you?” He grimaced, prepared to probably tie you down inside if you answered otherwise. “Because I don’t think we could afford the medical bill.” The two of you shared a slightly amused look before he chuckled. “I mean we could, but you know what I mean, kid.” 

 Putting your hand up you silence the little group around you to answer each person respectfully. Pointing at Tony first, you give him a hopeful determined look. “I’m not fighting, just standby and guarding her boyfriend.” The word boyfriend amused him even more than his joke, making him clear the area to probably go pester Bruce for information. 

 Natasha glared a little at you and took off after him to probably prevent any of that questioning from happening. Pointing at Thor next, he beamed down at you, excited for his turn unsurprisingly. “I’m doing well, big guy, thanks for asking.” You smiled, reaching out to give his cheek a light pat. The small affection was enough for him to pat your head lightly, give Steve a warning look,    and then finally making his leave. Leaving you alone with..

 “Steve.” You sighed, not sure where this conversation would turn to.

 “Scout.” He replied, sounding just as conflicted as you. “I think you already know that I don’t think you need to come along.” His eyes scanned over your body, brows knitting together at the sight of your tactical suit. “We don’t know what could happen once we land, and there’s no telling what Ultron has planned if we arrive.”

 “So you’d rather me be here, not helping at all?”

 His strong arms crossed over his chest. “How exactly would you be of help to us now? You’re injured.”

 “Am I? Swear I didn’t even notice.” The sarcasm seeped onto your words, making you cringe internally. This isn’t the best way to come off as helpful. “It’s a favor to Nat and I’m sure I can take care of myself. I don’t plan on stepping foot outside the jet.”

 He titled his head at you, giving you a knowing look. “And what if something comes in?”

 “Well it’s a good thing I’ll have ol’ Bruce and the green guy waiting with me.”

 For a moment he stays frowning down at you, trying to find a way to get you to stay. But considering most of the team is already okay with it, there’s no point in fighting it. 

 “I don’t like the idea. But I know you and Natasha are dead set not his. But if I tell you to leave, you have to leave.”

 Giving a two finger salute, you waved Steve off as you walked past him to enter inside. “Whatever you say, Captain.”

  “Entering inside the ship now. You two stay safe, Sprout.”

 Bruce and you sat near the front of the jet, looking out the front windows of the pilot seat as the others went ahead with the mission. You were used to Bruce being a little bit nervous usually, it was just a part of his timid personality. But something about the air today was making you feel just the same.

Bruce, needing to feel calm, decided to break the air with small talk. Making you feel a little bit better to hear his soothing voice.

 “You know, I know he might not say it often, but you really are a good influence on Tony.” Bruce smiled, reaching on his face to grab hold of his glasses. A coy grin spread over your lips at the comment. Liking to hear the doctor give you praise.“Whatever you two talked about last night, sort of set a fire under him. Worked till late morning.”

 “I’d say that was because he opened up to me, but Tony really doesn’t want everyone upset with him. I at least hope he doesn’t and that’s why he’s worked so hard lately.”

 He hummed in reply, using a small cloth to wipe away any glare that formed on his lenses. “With Tony, it could be either one. But it’s nice to see him work hard to help change things.”

 Turning your chair to face him, you smirk over at your older friend. “Speaking of changes.” Already from the change of your tone, a light pink hue comes across Bruce’s cheeks. 

 “Oh not you too.”

 Clapping your hands excitedly, you bounce in your seat a bit at his reaction. “Come on, Bruce. It’s just me. I promise I won’t tell Tony everything.”

 “There’s nothing to tell, kid.”

 “That is not how it looks to everyone else.”

 He crossed his arms giving you a small smile. “And just how does it look?”

 “It looks  like you and Nat are going to need me to rent out a wedding hall.” You teased, making his cheeks go darker. 

 He attempted to slip away before you reached out to grab his arm gently. “I’m kidding, Bruce. What it does look like, is my two very nice friends, finally moving things along and hopefully finding happiness.” 

 “I can barely talk to her sometimes.” He tried to imply like it wasn’t that big a deal, but there was a creeping smile on his face that said otherwise. 

 “Maybe. But there’s other things you can do where you don’t need to talk.”

 Again he’s gone darker, not green for once, and you’re happy to see him somewhat happy. That is until the sound of distorted voices started to come up in the radio. 

 “Guys? Is this a code green?”

 Nervous at the lack of responses, Bruce made his way over to open the back of the jet. You reached over for your own comms, turning on the receiver again.

 “Steve? Respond to base.” You ordered, hoping he’d have some sort of reply. But nothing came back except static.“Tony? Nat? Anyone?”

 Bruce glanced over his shoulder to look at you. “Anything?”

 “No, whatever Ultron is doing there is blocking out communications.”

 You do everything to gain back a signal, creating a new link for them to come onto. But all the lines keep dropping. “Shit.” You hissed, getting out of the seat. 

 Walking over towards the back, you join Bruce at his side before you notice his attention was down the field. Looking in the same direction, you can barely make out two figures in the distance. Watching you two from the ship.

 “Bruce..I think we should go.”

 In a blink there’s a tall man with silver streaked hair standing before you. “No, let’s stay.” He leered. Before you or Bruce can even move, he’s grabbed onto your friend and taken him across the field. Leaving you gasping as you took a step out onto the grass. 

 In the distance you could hear the sound of a thunderous roar. Heavy footsteps are all that lead you to find the Hulk barreling into the trees towards the city. Rushing back over to the radio, you’re about to reach over to attempt to call for help when the silver streak returned. Bring along his partner in crime this time. 

 “So you two must be Hansel and Gretel.”

 The brunette girl scoffed at you before she did a double take. Green eyes widening at her realization. “Pietro, look. Who do you think she looks like?”

 Pietro, who had been leaning casually against the door opening, took the chance to walk around you, letting his pale blue eyes wander over your figure. “Hmm, she doesn’t look like a Stark. That’s for sure.”

 “Oh really?” You piped in, hating how confident they sounded. “And what would that look like exactly?”

 “Conniving.” He smiled, happy to poke fun.

 You cock your head to the side, giving him a once over before you smiled at the two of them. “Well that’s kinda funny. You two sound like you’d work for HYDRA.”

 They shared an annoyed glance before he shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll bite. What exactly does that sound like?”

 “Like you’re full of shit.” 

 The brunette, whom you remember now as Wanda frowned at that, nodding over to Pietro. “Enough idle chatting. Let’s just take care of her and be off. We’ve been here too long.” 

 Instinctively, you stand ready to fight off the two. Not sure just how you’re going to do that with a bad leg. But any worry about that is shot out the window as Wanda moved before you. With a simple flick of her wrist, a red wispy glow to float in the air. 

“Have fun.” She smirked, pointing her finger at you. 

 Faster than you can imagine, you’re pulled into a world of red. The sounds of the metal walls of the quinjet begin to melt off, revealing the open forest floor. Turning around, you expect to find the twins behind you, but all you’re met with is grass. Yards and yards of dark green grass. Panicking, you keep blinking, trying to shake off whatever it is that Wanda had filled your mind with.

Every blink reveals more horrors as you realize now that in the distance there are no longer the abandoned ships. Not a single soul could be seen for miles.

 A low rumbling sound began to grow louder from within the trees. Making your body shake as you tried to not get spooked. It was like the wind could pick up every sound bite from within the trees and throw it your way. Having enough with this trippy dream, you do everything you can to wake up from it.

 Pinching at your sides, tugging at pieces of your skin and hair to prick you into enough pain to wake up. There was no sensory you could tie yourself too. There wasn’t even smell of the green life that surrounded you. When you reach down to touch your leg, hoping the wound will hurt enough, you notice that you’re not even in your tactical gear anymore. Instead, you’re in a black dress.

Fit for funeral but who died? Am I dead?

 Suddenly, there’s a voice calling out your name. Your real name. The name sounds almost foreign to you, like they were speaking to you in a different language now. You can’t make out who it is. But they sound scared. They’re scared and looking for you.

 Why does it sound familiar? Why do I miss it suddenly?

 Running. That’s your next plan. That’s all you’re able to do. Pushing past every branch and root to get to the sound of the person calling to you. But every step has a bigger road block. Roots the size of your thighs trip at your feet, making you nearly fall to the floor.

 Were there always this many trees when you first got here?

 Opening your mouth, you try to call out for someone. But there’s no sound. Every attempt you make to speak leads to a small whine. Like you’re in pain. Scratching at your neck, you attempt to rub at your vocal cords, hoping it’ll spring them back to life. 

 Please, someone hear me. I’m so alone.

 The light slowly leaves the sky, cascading from the bright sun into a dark blue the more you run in. It’s like the dark sky is trying to engulf you. Take you farther away from the light where you can be seen. Where you could be saved. You can’t let it get to you.

 “You have to let me help you.”

 The voice is tired and gruff, like it’s been yelling for hours. It sounds like it’s right beside you, making you nearly fall again at the sudden surprise. Again, speaking seems to be out of the question. You’re practically blowing hot air out as you scream into the sky. No one can hear you.

 “I’ll come back for you.”

 You notice now it’s a male’s voice. Why did they still sound so scared? Who’s voice is that? Why aren’t they searching for you better. Why can’t get they come get you now?

 Don’t leave me, please. I can’t be alone.

 A sudden force shoves you down into the ground, causing a tear to form on your leg. The searing pain shoots up your whole body. Making you feel like you’re on fire. Is this how death feels? A glance down your leg and you notice it looks like claw marks. 

 “I’ll come back for you.”

“..come back for you.”

“….back for you.”

………for you.”

 The sky catches up to you in your weaken state. Circling in around you. Shaking arms wrap around you and you’re eyes close at the realization that this might be it. Maybe it would be best to let the black world take you in. Let you get the rest you needed. The sounds of the forest are alarmingly loud. Blaring into your ear.  You let out a muted sob, holding onto yourself as the last bit of light goes out.

 Fading. You’re fading away now. The only piece of comfort you have is that as you feel yourself drift off, the tender touch of a cold hand rubs gently against your cheek.

A/N: WOO! Idk about y’all but writing a Wanda style vision was hard. I hope you guys liked this!

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himiko alfonso

☆*‧₊ ride to nowhere

✶彡 synopsis ┊ himiko just wanted to be a regular civilian for a couple of weeks, but the universe clearly thought otherwise.

✶彡 genre ┊ movie scene rewrite!au, avenger!au

✶彡 main feature ┊ xu shangqi

〔102021〕

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☆*‧₊ chaos inferno

‎✶༄ overview ┊ all himiko wanted was to have a stress-free self-care day; but then the universe delivered an answer for the question fae didn’t even ask.

‎✶༄ genre ┊ avenger!au, eternal!au

✶༄ main feature ┊ the eternals

〔112021 - 082023〕

reese katherine

☆*‧₊ classified files: out of time

‎⍟༄ overview ┊ an abundance of questions rise when reese katherine is found frozen in the arctic — barely alive and bearing too much resemblance with someone the avengers know.

‎⍟༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra creation!au

⍟༄ main feature ┊ steve rogers, the avengers

〔012019 + 052019〕

johan anastasia

☆*‧₊ ocean waves & faded dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia unknowingly interferes with an avengers' mission, which catalyzes a series of not-so-fortunate events.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: iris (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ tony has yet to wrap his head around his apparent relation to johan.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ tony stark, luke cage

〔032024〕

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☆*‧₊ sunsets & silhouette dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia is untraceable. fearing the worst (i.e. hydra taking back their riptide), her guardians and the avengers search in panic.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023 - 112023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: steal the show (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ johan puts on a show as anastasia stark while waiting for dinner with the avengers.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ bucky barnes, the avengers

〔112023〕

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