#marvel x black!reader

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ ５ － Ｓｅｃｒｅｔ Ａｄｍｉｒｅｒ

－ Shot Clock - 42!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which the secret admirer who's been leaving notes in your locker turns out to be someone you least expect.

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“So you’re meeting them now?” Your friend gasps in surprise as your little trio walks down the halls of Visions Academy, classes having ended for the day and students being left to their own devices for the weekend. “Aren’t you nervous?”

“I mean, yeah,” you respond, grasping onto the latest handwritten notecard in your hand, “who wouldn’t be nervous meeting their secret admirer that’s been leaving love notes in their locker for two weeks right before Valentines Day?”

Your locker had been plagued with little sticky notes and index cards, written eloquently with sweet words and timid confessions since the beginning of February. At first you were surprised - you didn’t think you were worth this kind of affection from anyone, especially not someone at Visions. Slowly, you grew to expect the little written notes every morning when you went to your locker to grab your belongings for the days classes, and rereading them during the weekend when you were with your parents, gushing over the poetic words and wondering who your secret admirer could be.

“They said to meet up on the roof? Isn’t it off-limits?” Your secondary friend chimed in.

“The aerodynamics club meets up there every Friday, so it should be free,” you inform the pair, pursing your lips together tightly in anticipation. There was no going back now, “wish me luck.”

As they three of you went off your separate ways, you found yourself crawling up the steps to the school’s rooftop, mulling over images of possible candidates in your head. By the time you reached the top of the stairs, hand on the door knob twisting it open, your mental list had been scratched off completely. Only fate knew what it had in store for you behind the metal door.

Late evening sun welcomed you as you walked onto the rooftop, the distant voices of the aforementioned Aerodynamics Club could be heard somewhere off in a far corner. With the notecard in your hand still, you took a deep breath, approaching the hooded figure you believed to be the secret admirer.

“Hey,” you began, voice soft but still firm enough to grasp the others attention, “I think I’m here to meet you…-”

The figure turns around, and it’s someone you never considered a possibility on your secret admirer roster - not because he wasn’t a qualifying candidate, but because he was too much of one.

“-...Miles?”

He pauses for a moment upon hearing his name, before turning to face you completely. He rids his head of his hood, revealing himself to you fully. His hand runs smooth down his hair, pushing his headphones to rest around his neck as well. If you didn’t know any better, you’d thought that he was nervous.

“Yeah,” he replies, and your suspicion is confirmed - he is nervous, anxious, timid, even, “yeah, it’s me.”

A moment passes, and it seems to make the boy more anxious, “so…what?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, “...why you look like that?”

“No, sorry-” you quickly cover your shocked expression, “I just…” Your eyes take a moment to scan over him. His body is rigid, tight and tense, expecting a rejection, you think, “you never struck me as the poetic type.”

A light, shaky laugh leaves his lips, and the air between the two of you softens into something easier. His hand goes to scratch his neck sheepishly, “I’ll take that over a rejection, I guess.”

“For someone who’s a science whiz,” you begin, a smile creeping at your lips just from being in his presence, “you’ve got a way with words.”

Even though Miles Morales, the kid who sits by the window with his headphones in and a nonchalant look to him all the time, was the last guy on your list of secret admirer candidates, you don’t regret it being him. A nest of butterflies begins to flutter in your stomach the longer you stand with each other on the school's rooftop. The note is still scrunched up in your hands, and even though you’re sure you’ve ruined it, there’s a feeling in your chest that tells you that this may not be the end of the silly little notes in your locker.

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[c4t1uv3r]

Why is all x black!reader smut and like really dark?? Like i want fluff and every time I look for that I see some fic where reader gets kidnapped or sum bs. A BITCH IS TIRED‼️

#x black!reader #x black fem reader #black coded reader #black reader #like what. #WE ARE TIRED‼️☹️ #smut #fluff #mha x poc!reader #bakugou x black reader #deku x black!reader #toji x black reader #marvel x black!reader #cod x black reader #spider verse x reader

[hobicakess]

when i read mafia fics i get so pissed off at MC because let me have a murderous , sexy , RICH bf/husband whos very much willing to live AND die for me.. IM SHOWIN TF OUT!! but nooo y/n gotta be so humble abt it 🙄🙄 like bae why r u not maxing out that credit card when he tell u too? and most importantly WHYY ARE YOU LETTING PEOPLE TALK TO YOU CRAZY???

yall know tht tiktok sound " my man kill people." that would be me all day LMAO and im beating btches up because who's going to jail when my man has the whole police force by the neck??? not me

#x black reader #mafia!au #— dee is speaking🎙️ #kpop x black reader #anime x black!reader #marvel x black!reader #black reader

[c-nstantine]

Fell in Love with a Stripper

Description: Steve Rogers x black!stripper reader, Tony takes Steve to a strip club

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: allusions to sex, she's a stripper, a dash of racism from American polls (what's new?)

Steve wasn't sure why he let Tony continue to pick the group bonding activities. The first time was ziplining, then a glamping nature retreat, and now Tony had picked a strip club. Steve Rogers is a grown man but sometimes you don't want to be at a strip club with a bunch of people you work with even though they are your closest friends. 

"Tony, I don't think this is-" Steve began to explain. He was more worried about how they were going to explain on the news that Earth's Mightiest Heroes were in a shady strip club because that was just so great for optics. 

"Nope, we're going in and you, my friend, are going to enjoy it," Tony grabbed Steve by the shoulder and ushered him into the club. Natasha was leaning against the bar sweet talking to the bartender. Bruce was gripping the seat of the chair as he received a lapdance. Clint and Thor were lucky because their partners didn't let them out of the house for this little adventure.

"Wow," Now, Steve had snuck into gentlemen's clubs back in the day and he had seen his fair share of burlesque shows but it's safe to say that they had come a long way since the 1940s. This was the first time that he had been in a modern strip club. The dark haze and the neon lights were distracting a little but his eyes quickly adjusted. 

"Pick your jaw off the floor," Tony said sitting him down in the middle of the club. Tony smiled at the waitress who had brought them drinks. It's not like Steve could get drunk anyway.

"What if it gets to the news?" Steve asked his eyes were trying to be respectful but it's hard when there is so much ass in one place. 

"Don't worry, I've rented out the place for the night and everyone here has signed NDAs." Tony has thought about this a lot. He thought about it so much that he planned every aspect of the night so nothing could go wrong. 

"Does Pepper know you're here?" Steve asked, remembering that Tony was married now. He also has a child. Shouldn't Tony be at home with his family?

"She's at a male strip club," Tony said taking a full swig of his drink.

"Yeah, that track," Steve's eye caught one of the strippers walking by. His eyes trailed her body up and down as her thighs jiggled with each step. Her breasts bounced freely as the clothing she was wearing only really covered her nipples. The butt-length blonde butterfly locs only added to the attraction for Steve. 

"Cupcake, this is my friend Steve. Show him a good time," Tony said with a bright smile. 

"Of course, Mr. Stark," 'Cupcake' giggled as she led Steve down a dark hall. Steve turned to glare at Tony before his eyes noticed a tattoo down the spine of her back. 

-

Music filled the backroom and there was little light outside of the neon strips that ran from corner to corner. The strips of neon changed colors but Steve's focus was entirely on 'Cupcake's' body.

"Captain Rogers," 'Cupcake' spoke seductively in his ear. 

"Mhm," Steve was known to be a man with great resolve but that was crumbling with every second that he was in that room with her. He tried his best to tear his eyes away from her face and succeeded in only having them land on her ample cleavage. 

"Do I make you nervous?" She whispered as her hands ran up and down her body. If Steve looked hard enough, he could make out the outline of her nipples.

"Mhm," Steve couldn't form words with the amount of discomfort that he was feeling in his pants. She straddled his lap and he was sure she could feel his dick pulsing between her thighs.

"Look at me, baby. You have such pretty eyes," Acrylic nails grabbed his chin and adjusted his head so that he was looking her directly in the eye and she smiled.

"Thank you, Cupcake," Steve's body stiffened and he was scared to cross a boundary but she was grinding into his lap. Every movement had his dick standing at attention. 

"Normally, the customers aren't allowed to touch but I think I can make an exception for Captain America," She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. Steve gave a small squeeze to her flesh before removing them.

"I don't think that'd b-" He tried to be diplomatic but who needs diplomacy in a strip club? His face was flushed with a bright tinge of red.

"You don't want to touch me, Steve?" She pouted ever so slightly. Once again his hands were placed on his waist as she ground onto his lap. He grew more and more brave and began to let his hands wander her body. He traced the curve of her ass to the swell of her breast. He noticed when her breath hitched as he grazed her nipples.

"What time do you get off?" He asked as the music ended and she got off of his lap.

-

The two sat in some shitty diner on the corner of the street. It was terribly lit and it was borderline a hazard to eat there. At least the food was good. 'Cupcake' was no longer in her revealing clothing but rather was in a pair of loose sweats and an oversized hoodie. Her makeup was wiped off and her hair was pulled back but Steve was entranced as ever.

"Normally, when guys ask me what time I get off it's so they can have sex with me," She said taking a few sips of her soda. Her eyes watched his movements very carefully. She couldn't quite figure his reasoning out and she didn't like it. 

"Well, most guys aren't supersoldiers from the '40s, are they?" Steve said with a shrug and began to munch on his fries. 

"Touche and you're a lot bolder when I'm fully dressed," Steve shifted uncomfortably when he remembered what was under her sweats. He remembered what it felt like to have her breath on his neck and her thighs around his waist.

"I want to go on a date with you," He admitted shamelessly.

"With all due respect, Captain America, I don't need saving. Don't be Captiain-Save-A-Hoe I'm perfectly content with my job and my life." She explained. Many times men had 'fallen in love' with her but only wanted to change her into something that she was not. She enjoyed her career and it was her passion.

"Now, I didn't say anything about changing your profession. I don't want to change you, I just want to get to know you," Something about Steve was so honest that she believed him.

"Okay, my name is Y/N," She said reaching out her hand for him to grasp.

"I'm Steve," He said bringing her hand to his lips.

-

It had been about three months since that night. Steve had managed to keep things between Y/N and him relatively quiet. The two had fallen into a routine that allowed them to be together without raising too many alarms. Steve got used to the long hours and mostly communicated through text messages. However, when the two of them did get together their conversations would last for literal hours. He had accidentally spent the night at her apartment a few times, well enough for him to have his own drawer. Occasionally, he'd notice on facetime when she would wear one of his shirts. It had been clear to the two of them that they were dating but no one else knew. 

"When I took him to a strip club, I didn't think he was going to start dating a stripper," Tony tried to justify his role in all of this. He had JARVIS playing Fell in Love with a Stripper by T-Pain on repeat since the story broke this morning. 

"Why were you four at a strip club in the first place?" The publicist asked looking between the members of the Avengers. 

"Well, Thor was supposed to come but Jane wouldn't let him," Tony once again gave the answer. 

"That doesn't-. Captain Rogers, sir, you have two options: either your girlfriend quits her job or you break up with her," The publicist directed this statement directly to Steve to avoid Tony butting in.

"Why?" Steve asked. He promised Y/N he wouldn't try to change her and to be honest, he didn't want to. 

"Well, see the public generally wouldn't like to see Captain America with a stripper let alon-. I'll stop talking now," The publicist said with widening eyes realizing what they were beginning to say. 

"Let alone a what?" Steve leaned forward and used a commanding tone. Tony looked at him a little surprised that his normally calm demeanor was broken. He must really like her he thought to himself and made a mental note to do a background check on her. 

"To put it lightly most of America isn't happy that you're dating a black woman," The publicist tried to put her words lightly. The polls of certain demographics were indeed less than thrilled to hear their beloved American hero was dating a black woman.

"I really don't care. I date who I want," Steve wasn't wrong. He was a hero and his job was to save the day. He didn't really sign up for all of the work of having a public life.

"Okay, then you have to formally introduce her as your girlfriend. I can line up an entire press junket and make it a love story," The publicist was close to pulling her own hair out but remained calm with deep breaths. 

"If that's what she wants to do, then I'll do it," Steve wouldn't force her but he knew the conversation that needed to be had would be a long and difficult one. 

part 2??????

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[solitaryearthperson]

A Misunderstanding

Summary: Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

"Where's (Y/N)," Bruce asked, his eyes not lifting up from the beaker in front of him as he continued to pour more chemicals in.

"They're getting us coffee. Be here any minute," Tony replied, sitting in a seat not far away from Bruce's table, but still on his side of the lab, casually picking up a vial to play with.

"They're our assistant, not servant," Bruce told him, lifting his gaze and instantly furrowing his brow at seeing the vial in Tony's hands. "Put that back, please."

"I'll put it back, when I have my coffee," Tony told him, to which Bruce rolled his eyes, expecting Tony to be his usual difficult self, even when it's early in the morning.

The sound of the lab doors opening made both geniuses turn to see you entering, holding in both hands, cups of coffee, each one specifically made for them both. "Brought the coffee you wanted."

As Tony quickly grabbed his coffee, offering a quick 'thank you' before putting the vial back in its place, Bruce watched you carefully. He had a suspicion about you from the moment you began working in the lab with them and he wanted to confirm it to Tony.

"Hey (Y/N)," he said, watching your face and examining your body language closely. The second your name came out of his mouth, your body slightly jumped. He darted his eyes over to Tony to see if he was watching, and was quickly satisfied to find that he was.

"Could you just sit mine down, please?" He pointed to a far spot on the table.

He noticed the big gulp you made before nodding your head and making your way to his table and sitting down the coffee cup.

He pretended to pay close attention to the beaker, but really he slightly moved his eyes to your hand as you sat the coffee down and noticed the third sign that his suspicions about you were correct. Even though you tried to hide it, he could clearly see your hand slightly trembling. The fourth sign was revealed to him at the same time as he noticed that the hair on your arm was raised, as if in alarm. Every single time, he thought.

"Hey (Y/N), could you go upstairs, and tell Cap to come down here," Tony asked you, opening a drawer in his desk. "I wanna test something on his shield."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark," You said, before leaving to do as directed, and Bruce couldn't help but notice the way you left was very quickly, almost as if you were hurrying out to get away from him.

When the sound of the lab doors closing behind you was heard that's when Bruce decided to speak up.

"You saw it, right," He asked Tony.

"Saw what?"

"Literally everything they just did," Bruce said, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table before walking over to Tony's side of the lab, and leaned against his desk. "The jumping, trembling, and even the way they hurried out of here just now."

"What does any of that mean, exactly?"

Sighing, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, already knowing this might be difficult to speak with him about. "They're scare of me."

Tony tried to prevent the grin that wanted to appear and kept his face neutral as he responded, "Scared of you?"

"Yes. I know it."

"And why would they be so scared of you? You haven't hulked out in a while. They've only seen you in your nerdy, scientist attire, not as a green monster. There's no reason to be scared."

"We know why they're scared. Doesn't matter if I've hulked out or not. I'm still dangerous."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Tony sighed knowing that Bruce still wasn't sure of himself being on the team or being in such close proximity to any of them. "Banner, I'm gonna be as honest as I can with you," he said, stepping towards him, and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are literally the softest person ever."

"Tony," Bruce tried to interrupt him.

"You're basically a teddy bear with glasses. Nothing about you besides Hulk is dangerous, okay?"

Shaking his head, Bruce tried to ignore the growing frustration he was feeling. He didn't know why it bothered him so bad, but it did. Well, that was technically a lie. He knew why it bothered him, but he hoped that working with them for so long could have remedied that. He knows that he should be used to this by now, but knowing that you, of all people, was scared of him made him feel so much worse than any other person would. "I know what fear looks like, Tony, and it looked like they were scared."

"Please talk to them about it, before jumping to conclusions about this. Can you do that?" Tony had seen all the signs that Bruce had seen for a while and had come to understand what they really were, and hoped that Bruce would soon figure it out.

"Fine. I'll talk to them about it."

~LATER THAT NIGHT~

It was close to 1 in the morning, when Bruce looked away from the computer screen at the sound of the lab door opening, and when he turned to see who had entered, he found himself instantly become nervous seeing that it was you.

"Dr. Banner," You greeted him, smiling politely at him.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Stark told me to come down and check on you. Plus, he said that you wanted to talk to me about something important."

Of course, he did, Bruce thought, moving away from the computer and sitting down next to one of the lab tables. He couldn't help but notice you seemed to be staying far away from his side of the lab.

"Yeah, I did, (Y/N). It's important."

"Okay. What is it?"

"You do know that if you have any fears, any worries about working here, you can voice them, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do," you told him, nodding your head.

"So do you want to talk about you being scared of me?"

"What-What are you talking about?" You stammered, closing some of the distance between you two.

"(Y/N)," Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to look at you. "Ever since you've started here, you've been jumpy around me and keeping your distance from me. You always hesitate to come up to me, like you're scared I'm gonna hurt you."

A look of recognition and embarrassment came over your face and you opened your mouth to explain yourself to him, but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke again.

"I understand why you'd be feeling this way, but-"

"Dr. Banner, I'm so sorry. This is a big misunderstanding -"

"I promise you're not in any danger with me," he continued.

"I'm not scared of you, Dr. Banner-"

"I have control over the big guy. There won't be any incidents of him coming out-"

"Dr. Banner, I like you," you blurted out loudly, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence.

"What," he asked, a look of surprise and confusion upon his face.

Seeing how shocked he looked, you felt heat come to your face and quickly darted your eyes away from him. You never wanted to tell him like this, but to be really honest, you never wanted to tell him period.

"You-You like... me," he asked, shock and confusion still present on his face. "Why were you being so jumpy and-and weird around me then?"

"I didn't know I was being weird," you confessed, walking around the lab table and pulling a nearby chair to sit down next to him, ignoring the burning in your cheeks and your fast heartbeat. "I didn't know how to act around you, and not show my crush, so I thought I could keep my distance. Thought it would better hide it."

"Oh" was all he said, his face suddenly not revealing what he was feeling anymore.

"Um, if you don't want me to work here in the lab with you now, then I completely understand," you said to him, mistaking his silence as a silent rejection.

"Why would I want that?" He asked, confused. Now that you confessed how you felt about him, he thought that now is a great time to confess his feelings as well. "I like you too."

His confession shocked you and it took a second for you to reply.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, chuckling softly.

"Oh... Well, would you mind going on a date with me or are you uncomfortable with going with your assistant?" You asked, curious and wanting to make sure that he wouldn't feel too weird about it.

"That depends,...will you jump and keep your distance from me the whole time," he joked.

"No, I won't, Dr. Banner," you replied, laughing softly.

"Bruce," he corrected, smiling at you, making a fluttery feeling begin in your stomach. "Call me Bruce."

"Sure thing,... Bruce," you said, excited to finally go on a date with the man you've been secretly pining for forever. "Sure thing."

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[prettykittycastle]

She's just a fan

Summary: Frank doesn't like how much of a fan you are of Daredevil.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Multiple orgasms, jealous!Frank, possessive!Frank, mention of Daredevil, dirty talk, doggystyle)

"Quit it," Frank told you for the third time that night, taking a hold of the back of your shirt and pulling on it, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"Frank," you whined, squeezing the bedsheets between your fingers and trying your hardest to not run from his dick again.

"Shut up," you heard him say before you felt the harsh slap he landed on your right ass cheek. "You like Red so much, say his fucking name."

"Please," you whimpered, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"You gonna cum, huh? Whose dick you gonna cum on? Hmm?"

"Yours," you cried.

"Not Red's?"

"Yours, Frank, yours," you cried out before closing your eyes, letting out another cry as your orgasm soared through your body. The effects of your orgasm reached all the way from your core to your fingertips and your body began to slump forward onto the bed as Frank continued to fuck you through it.

"Fucking soaking me baby," Frank groaned, looking down at himself as he continued to go in and out of you. The feeling of your tight walls squeezing him made him slow his thrusts down, but he still held onto you, making sure you don't try to run from him again.

He was going to make sure you knew who you (and that pussy) belonged to and assure you that it was not and never will be Red or A.K.A. Daredevil.

Few hours before...

"Five gang members were delivered to the police station by none other than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or as some folks know him as Daredevil," the news woman reported. "Like many other times, the masked vigilante was only seen for a brief second outside the station before people nearby claimed to..."

You were getting ready for work when you heard the news about another criminal being stopped by Daredevil. Frank was just getting up, about to make himself breakfast when he heard the TV and found you standing in front of it, already wearing your work clothes, looking at the amatuer photo of Daredevil displayed on the TV screen with the news woman continuing the story in the background.

"What's up," he asked walking up behind you and giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.

The feel of his lips made you turn and look away from the handsome man on the TV and to the handsome man that was in your home.

"Daredevil caught some gang members and dropped them off at the police station before disappearing," you told him, can't help turning back to the TV to see that his photo was still on the screen, only that it was now shrunk to fit in the corner of it.

Raising his eyebrow, Frank couldn't help but notice the excitement and admiration that was in your voice when you spoke about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The very few times his existence was brought up in the past during conversations, that excitement and admiration was always present then.

He's a hero, she's just a fan, Frank reasoned. That's all...Right?

He noticed the way you were still looking at the TV and felt a spark of jealousy begin in him. No way, he thought. Not fucking Red.

"You're really invested in him," he said, inspecting your body language.

"Yeah, I guess I got a thing for vigilantes," you told him, looking over at him teasingly.

The small grin Frank made was one that was forced as he felt that jealous spark quickly grow to a small flame. You would have noticed how forced the grin was if you weren't paying so much attention to the photo.

"Didn't you fight him before?"

Your question made him clench his jaw in restrained anger at the fact that you were so interested in him.

"Yeah, a while ago. We're on, uh...neutral terms now."

"Did you ever...," you turned your eyes away from the screen and continued getting ready, gathering what you need and placing them in your bag, while trying to ask Frank your question. " see his face?"

"His face?" He clenched his jaw harder and tried to control his voice to not show his annoyance.

"Yeah. Did you ever, like, get the mask off and see his face?"

Even without Karen telling him who he was, Frank had been figured out who the man was behind the mask but kept it to himself out of respect.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, going to the kitchen and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"What'd he look like?"

The question he was dreading. He wanted you to so badly stop talking about Red, but he was scared that if he voiced it, you would quickly pick up on his jealousy.

"You a fan of his, baby?" He hoped you wouldn't notice him avoiding the question.

"A little. A while back, he once stopped some guys from robbing me."

He furrowed his brow, remembering that you had spoken of seeing him in action once, but never getting the chance to thank him for saving you.

"I guess since then I might have started having a crush on him and maybe become a huge fan."

Asshole. While Frank was thankful that he saved you, he was still pissed off that the altar boy had a place in your heart, even if that place was small compared to his. The fact that it existed pissed him the fuck off.

"Shit, I gotta go," you grabbed your keys and your jacket and quickly made your way over to Frank to give him a goodbye kiss. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he told you, forcing his smile. He watched as you hurried and left and he instantly dropped the smile from his face.

Just a fan. Not like she wants to fuck him or nothing. But she was looking at that fucking picture for a long time.

Frank was a person who, while he did sometimes feel self-conscious about certain things, never actually experienced being insecure. Especially like this. Especially not because of an asshole like Red.

All day it stayed on his mind. How much you wanted to know about Daredevil and how you were such a fan of him drove him crazy. The second you walked through the door from work, Frank was instantly on you, ripping off your (pants or skirt), and quickly fucked you against the closed door. When you finally came, he didn't give you time to ask about his horny-ness and picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where he threw you down on the bed, turned you on your hands and knees, and went back to fucking you.

Now...

"Whose is it," Frank pulling on your shirt harder. Once he felt that your orgasm was ending, he quickened his thrusts again, hitting your G-spot over and over again determined to have you cum again for him.

"Yours," you cried, your legs beginning to shake from the combined effort of holding your body up and the overwhelming pleasure Frank was giving you.

"This pussy belongs to me?" He kept hold of your shirt and grabbed your hip, pulling you against him more.

"Yes," you gasped, the constant fire inside you spread through your body without warning and suddenly your mind was hazed over and the pleasure was too good. So good that you could hardly speak.

"Good girl," he moaned, finally stopped thrusting, feeling your walls squeeze his dick, more of your juices covering him.

The haze over your mind lasted for what felt like minutes, but were really seconds. The fire in your body was still there, but lessened and feeling that Frank had stopped thrusting, you tried to gather the strength you had left in you and try to crawl forward, away from him, specifically his dick.

Taking deep breaths, Frank watched in amusement as you crawled or attempted to crawl away from him. He let you get a few inches away, and finally when he saw that you had gotten far enough that only his tip was in you, decided to reign you back in.

"Where you going," he asked, gently pulling on your shirt. You had forgotten that he was holding it. "Bring my pussy back."

"Please, Frankie," you whined, looking over your shoulder to him, trying to ease his tip out of you, but he wouldn't let you. "Why?"

"You talk bout Red like you want him," he growled out, slowly pushing the rest of his length back into you.

"Aaah!" You screamed, not wanting to, but feeling the fire begin back inside you. "I don't want him. I swear."

"Mmm," he hummed, pushing the rest of his self into you, his tip going straight for your G-spot, causing you to cry out as the fire grew more intense.

"I won't talk about him ever again," you gasped as Frank started back fucking you. Your arms couldn't hold yourself up anymore and you let yourself fall flat on the bed, your ass remaining in the air as Frank continued to fuck you. "I promise I won't bring him up again. Baby, I swear I won't."

"I know you won't," he murmured, feeling your tight, but slick walls squeezing him tighter and tighter with each thrust. "My good girl knows she's mine." His thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and was now becoming rushed and you knew that he was close to cumming.

Just like him, you were close to cumming again and you let out little whimpers as he kept hitting your G-spot more and more.

"Where you want it, good girl," he asked, his hips slamming against your asscheeks over and over, making them sore.

It took you a second to answer as the fire inside you quickly became hotter and hotter. "Inside me. Please, Frank."

It only took one more thrust, his tip hitting your G-spot one last time, for you to cum for the last time, but when you did, it felt as if everything around you was suddenly gone and the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your pussy squeezed him so tight and you creamed around him so much that Frank couldn't control himself and he quickly stopped thrusting and came inside you, his thick, hot cum filling you up even more.

"Damn," he groaned, looking down at the amount of cream you left on him. My little creamer, he affectionately called you in his head.

Pulling himself out, he let out deep groan at the sight of some of his cum, slowly dripping out of you.

"(Y/N)," he turned you over and laid you on your side to see that you were trying to catch your breath and regain control of your limbs while your body was still reeling from your orgasm.

"I'll get you some water, okay," he told you, leaning down and gently laying a kiss upon your forehead. "After you're done drinking, I'll run you a bath." He pulled away, got off the bed, and left the room to go get your water and begin preparing your bathwater.

~

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes from your deep sleep was the puppy dog eyes of your Frank. He was laying on his side, looking at you with a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked guilty.

"Hey," you leaned forward and gave him a kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. "Why you look like that?"

"Like what?"

"Guilty," you answered. You suddenly felt the need to pee and pulled the covers back, ready to sit up, but stopped. You frowned as you felt how sore your pussy was and your legs were also sore and heavy. "Shit."

"I might've been a little rough last night," he said, looking sheepish, but you could tell from the blush in his cheeks that he was also a little proud of himself. "Sorry bout that."

"S'fine."

He shook his head and furrowed his brows at you, his guilt now showing on his face. "I shouldn't have been jealous about Red like that. I know you'd never want that asshole."

"It's okay, Frank. I shouldn't be fangirling over him so much. I already have my hero right here."

Your words did exactly what you hoped they would and you smiled as Frank began to blush even harder.

"I already called your job and told them you weren't feeling good today. Whatever you need, let me know. I'll do it for you."

"Can you pick me up and take me to the bathroom, please?"

A proud smile spread across his face and he happily leaped out of bed and made his way over to your side. "Whatever you want, your highness."

#mcu #marvel #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu smut #marvel smut #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x black!reader #mcu x black!reader #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle smut #the punisher smut #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle x black!reader #the punisher x black!reader #black reader #frank castle x poc!reader #frank castle imagine #the punisher imagine

[non-stop-imagines]

Masterlist 2.0

Since I have started broadening my writing horizons I feel that a new masterlist would be appropriate for the occasion! Let me know if you have any trouble with links. Hope you all enjoy!!

Notice: All Y/N characters in my writing are black, but anyone can interact with my posts!

*=smut

My Anon Bbys (If I forgot you or you want to be added, lmk 😘):

🐈;🫧;🏎️;🌶️;🍑;💚;🧚🏽‍♀️;🧸;🏁;🍮;🪟;🍫;🪷;♥️;😇;🤍;🐹;🐣;🪩

Requests are: Closed 🔐

My Rambling List of WIPS

↑↑This does get updated ↑↑

~*MCU Masterlist*~

Here!

~*Formula 1*~

Charles Leclerc

Red Braids (CL16 x Black Fem!Reader)

Upgrade U (CL16 x Black Fashionista!Reader)

Mon Bourdon (CL16 x Black Driver!Reader)

My Biggest Fan (CL16 x Black Mom!Reader)

Karting Woes (My Biggest Fan Au Blurb)

Cute* (CL16 x Black Content Creator!Reader-brinatgedoll faceclaim)

Wedding Night* (CL16 x Black Fem!Reader) {LATEST WORK}

Mick Schumacher

To Love and Be Loved Without Even Knowing It series (MSC47 x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader)

Part 1: Meet Cute Part 2: Everyone Knows Part 3: Friends to Lovers

Part 4: First Date*

Daniel Ricciardo

Prettiest Smile in the Paddock* (DR3x Black!Reader-iamsamiira face claim)

One Day (DR3 x Black Driver!Reader)

On Display* (DR3 x Younger!Reader-Taylor Russell face claim)

Handled* (DR3 x Black Actress!Reader-badbrownskinn face claim)

Max Verstappen

Repeat That* (MV1 x Black Content Creator!Reader-Halle Bailey face claim)

Be My Baby* (prequel for Repeat That)

Buns Out SMAU (Repeat That SMAU)

Just Tell Me When You're Sick (Repeat That Blurb)

Oscar Piastri

Girl Almighty (OP81 x Black Driver!Reader)

Calm Down* (OP81 x Black Fem!Reader)

Lando Norris

Valentine (LN4 x Hamilton!Reader)

Logan Sargeant

My Girlfriend (LS2 x Black Fem!Reader)

Esteban Ocon

Red Lipstick Smudged* (EO31 x Black Fem!Reader)

Carlos Sainz Jr

Mírame* (CS55 x Black Rapper!Reader-JT Face Claim)

Lewis Hamilton

Conversations While Braiding (LH44 x Black Fem!Reader)

Landoscar

Landoscar Poly SMAU (Marsai Martin faceclaim)

#black reader #marvel imagine #marvel #f1 x black!reader #marvel x black!reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu imagine #Daniel Ricciardo #charles leclerc #mick schumacher #max verstappen #lando norris #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #esteban ocon #lewis hamilton

[yoonavii]

Miguel O’Hara being a father for a second time with reader 🥺

Sure thing. And oooh this is a really good request! Thank you for requesting it! :) also, my requests are open for everyone! feel free to stop by!

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

without a doubt, he would be terrified at first.

just the thought of him raising another child is scary because he's afraid that history would repeat itself.

he wouldn't be as bad thanks to you. you're with him every step of the way, and ready to comfort him if needed.

BABY PROOFS EVERYTHING !! if he could, he would babyproof all of Nueva York. although it's kind of silly to you, you truly appreciate the lengths he's willing to go to protect yall's child.

speaking of protection, he doesn't have a no killing rule. so, if he has to kill someone in order to protect the baby, he will without any hesitation.

other than his own missions, he has the baby with him in a sling on him AT ALL TIMES. he's very finicky on who holds his baby. his exceptions are peter, Jessica, and his favorite, Lego Peter.

He’s a major girl dad. So if you two end up having a girl, expect some extreme spoiling. Miguel is rich so he has more than enough to get her what she wants

Definitely matches outfits with her for sure. Even down to the nails. Glittery rainbow unicorns to be exact

Miguel secretly enjoys singing lullabies and reading bedtime stories every night with her. And he’d feel really bad if he couldn’t. especially if he’s busy on a mission of some sort

So for times like that, he’ll either have a hologram version of him reading it by lyla, or you’ll read it. She’ll be pouty and throw a fit if it isn’t her father reading it though. It’s going to go in the lines of:

“I want daddy to read it!” She whined, crossing her arms. She was accustomed to her father reading to her, but unfortunately he got caught up with work. “He always reads to me!”

you sigh, holding her close "papa is busy right now and won't be back until later tonight" you told her softly before frowning as she then started to make herself cry.

In the end, you agree to let her stay up to wait for her dad to come home. She’s spoiled rotten, but there’s really nothing to do about it. She’s yours and Miguel’s little princess after all.

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

#miguel ohara x reader #miles x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man 2099 #spiderverse spoilers #spiderman x reader #marvel x black!reader #marvel hcs #marvel headcanons #marvel one shot #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel fanart #black reader #black writers #fanfic #fanfic writing

[princesssmars]

joining the guardians of the galaxy and falling in love with peter and gamora.

you were a princess on your home planet, elegant and beautiful but still trained for battle. deadly when needed.

unfortunately before you can take your rightful place on the throne you're betrayed by your sister and your planet is destroyed, leaving you with no option but to flee and eventually end up dealijg with the wrong people.

so here you are, being held captive and in servitude by some royal dickhead with a weirdly shaped head who has hired some "galatically renowned assholes" to retrieve something stolen from him that he stole first.

maybe it would have worked in his favor if two of the group members (who you had to admit were a pair of the hottest creatures youd ever seen) hadn't been observing and taken a liking to you during their stay, the paler one admiring your hidden kindness despite your situation and the green one who looked at you with understanding when you told her about your sister.

when their stay after completing their job ended the dickhead invited them to his throne room, ready to give them their payment. but he was, as stated, a dickhead, so he was actually planning to gun them down and make amends with the guy he just stole from. but you'd heard his loud mouth blabbering about his plan to one of his troops in his room.

before his guards can even blast their guns the guardians haven already struck them down, leaving you to dispose of the king with a fake smile and a blast to the head.

after that, you're basically a member of the team. peter and gamora cant really hide their attraction to you, and rocket and drax admire your strength and willingness to dispose of those who have wronged you. groot is just taking his first steps and you think he's adorable and coddle him every chance you get, and he likes the attention. you're a perfect fit.

the couple are thinking the same. they havent put a label to their relationship, but know they have feelings for each other and you as well.

its the little things, bonding with gamora over your lost cultures and family problems, how you felt like since your familys betrayals you were alone in the universe until you met each other this team.

one thing she likes to keep a secret between the two of you is her insistence on the two of you trying a new dish and drink when you visit a planet. if anyone asks she'll act like she does it out of your begging, but she will wait at your door and stare at you when you dont head out into the market with her.

peter introduces you to earth music and will happily say he falls a little in love with you when you immediately take a liking to it. if you like singing you'll sing along to the tunes every chance you get, and will pull him up with you to dance during down time traveling through space.

after the trauma he's been through, i think he would deal with nightmares every other week. you were the second person he told about it after gamora, and since she preferred solitude at night he didnt want to pressure her into helping him when she was dealing with her own problems. (doesnt mean there wasnt the rare night where she would calmly go into his room at the sounds of his whimpers and whisper to him and run her hands through his hair until he soothed into a peaceful sleep.)

but if its been a rather rough day and he felt stressed out, you wouldnt even need him to ask before you were climbing into his bed and cuddling him from behind, reassuring him that you and the team believe in and care for him deeply. that he's safe when you're there. peter thinks those are some of his best nights of rest.

after a mission gone wrong nearly kills you, the pair know they cant keep dodging their feelings. its late at night when the rest of the team have gone to sleep when they sit at the table in the middle of the communal/eating area, just having finished eating some dessert you had previously picked up with gamora on a market trip and talking and laughing with the two.

after the stress of nearly losing you and the smile on your and gamoras faces, peter cant help but blurt out his feelings for you. your faces are in shock, and its in the middle of peter ranting and trying to backtrack that you grab both sides of his face from across the table and connect your lips.

when peter told stories of his past frequent sexual escapades, you were at first amused while slightly disgusted, but a small part of you was also intrigued. luckily that part wasn't dissapointed, because he reciprocates the kiss like his life depends on it.

the kiss is so good it makes you light-headed, but no matter whats happening around you, you could never ignore the small noises of annoyance gamora lets out, breaking the kiss and turning to her clearly upset but trying to hide it face. she looks away as if to keep her dignity, but when you slide your chair to the side with a smile to keep eye contact, she mentally damns you both and kisses you before doing the same with peter.

its the morning after, your messy-haired self exiting gamoras room while wearing peters shirt early in the morning while heading to the bathroom when you bump into rocket, heading to get an early start on a new invention

"called it. keep it sown next time, would ya?" he walks away, cackling at your flustered face as you hurry into the bathroom.

you rest your back across the door and smile to yourself. you loved these assholes.

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hello i need more starmora x reader content at once pretty pleaseeee

#marvel x reader #marvel #marvel x black!reader #starfire!reader #starmora #star lord #star lord x reader #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x gamora #gamora #gamora x reader #peter x reader x gamora #starmora x reader

[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

The Moon and The Ocean *Sneak Peak*

“My allies call me K’uk’ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor, but Princess (Y/N), you can call me, In ajawo’. I’ve been watching you for some time now and your beauty and grace is unmatched, truly ethereal.” His rough hand barely grazed her cheek as he looked down at her, her eyes filled with wonder before she suddenly pulled away. “I don’t care, but why are you here? How did you sneak past the barrier?” He chuckled as he looked around, enjoying the cool weather. Everything was much more…cleaner, the water wasn’t polluted, the sea thrived in this area. “You're very lucky, ko’oj, I’ve seen how Wakanda treats you, a very beautiful and intelligent woman, who happens to be an outsider adopted by the Queen. In Talokan, my people would welcome you, some of my people have seen your struggles to be accepted and we sympathize with that.”

#namor x black reader #namor x reader #black panther x reader #marvel x black!reader

[infernalodie]

wanda maximoff x black!male!reader.

reader gets badly hurt during a mission and wanda nurtures him back to help. to show how grateful he is, he finds all of her favorite skovian snacks and/or stuffed plushies. just total fluff and soft smut if wanted.

𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘖𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦”

Inspo: Etta James - A Sunday Kind of Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Dancing around feelings would only last until Sunday, the start of a new week...

Warnings: none (very tiny bit of angst) because this shit is adorable

Words: 2822

“How’s he been doing?” Natasha’s voice gently pulled Wanda from her thoughts. Blinking rapidly and turning her gaze to the rose-coloured-haired woman. Finding the enchanting assassin to already be watching her with an inquisitive look in her eye. This was something Wanda should be used to since she confessed to a few unannounced feelings she felt toward a specific man. “Been up since he got back from the mission?”

Wanda tilted her head slightly, eyes looking toward the ceiling. Fingertips gently danced along the exterior of her glass filled with a wine that had appeared in the kitchen one day. “He’s stubborn. Doesn’t like the help even when I could knock him over with a tiny press of my finger to his stomach,” Wanda explained, lips slowly curving into a tiny smile. “But his physical therapy has been going well. His skin has been healing slowly, so he’s still very sensitive to the touch.”

When you came back from your mission with Steve, Wanda had been by your side the moment you the Quinjet landed on the helipad. She remembers the sight of your uniform charred with the fabric of your sleeves burnt, revealing your skin that had been caught in some type of fire or explosion. And then she remembered you holding a charming smile when she met your tired gaze. But that had been swiftly followed by you collapsing and Wanda using her powers to stop your fall.

Natasha hummed, shrugging her shoulders. “When he joined S.H.I.E.L.D. he was a pain in the ass. But now, dare I say, he’s slightly easier to work with,” she said. “But with you nursing him back to health, I am sure he’ll soften up some more. Even if it’s just with you.”

“Speaking of Y/n-” Wanda pulled back the sleeve of her denim jacket, looking down at her watch. “-I need to grab him really quick.”

“The rest of the team will be spending out at the Jackpot by the time you get back,” Natasha told her. “So, if you want to come out after you bring him back, then swing by.”

“I don’t think I can,” Wanda sighed, grabbing her keys from one of the drawers. “Y/n’s has to eat, take his painkillers, and then try to sleep. All those steps involve my help which I am fine to do.”

When she heard a quiet snicker, she looked up and found Natasha hiding her lips behind her glass. Making her crack a smile, brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you giggling about?”

Still taking a sip, Natasha hummed with a wave of her hand. “It just seems like you two are together already from the way you talk,” she pointed out. “It’s adorable how much you care about him. Like you two are an old married couple.”

Wanda felt the heat from her body rise and nestle in her face. In the weeks of Wanda helping nurse you back to health, there had been some form of trust and care felt from both sides. Which made Wanda only want to get you back to the best state she could. If that meant driving you around, making you food, using her powers to help you go to sleep when your burns became irritated by the bed, she did it all for you. And maybe that was just her being naive and allowing her feelings to become apparent in her acts of kindness.

“Ok, I’m going to go now. Have a good night with the team, Nat.” Wanda quickly rushed out of the kitchen, hoping to avoid and run away from the older woman’s statement.

But Natasha sat there, a smirk etched on her lips as she shook her head. “Love birds.”

Arriving at the physical therapy that you’d been going to for about two months, Wanda stood in the lobby of the physical therapy office. Through the double doors, she could see you talking to a nurse helping you recover from your injuries. In the mission, you’d suffered a broken light leg with extreme 4-degree burns that left you bedridden for weeks before you started taking things slow with your movements. Wanda had been there for every step you took, holding your hands and helping you move through your room until you eventually were given crutches to move on your own.

But with also being able to see you, she could hear your thoughts, and theft undoubtedly put a smile on her face. Able to listen in on the pure boredom running through your head and how you just wanted to be gone and back at the tower drinking some coffee and watching a movie. Yet, on the surface, you wore an interested look on your face that could get by the nurse who was likely explaining your exercises on Tuesday. But you could care less. You just wanted to enjoy your Sunday.

When you were finally let go by the nurse, you hobbled your way over with a deadpan. Able to see the amused look on Wanda’s face through the glass. Entering the lobby, you glared. “Not one word, Maximoff.”

“But you look adorable when you’re grouchy,” she teased, earning a groan from you. She opened the front door, allowing you to go first before she followed. “When we get back, you can just enjoy whatever TV show you’re going to watch. I’ll make you some coffee.”

God, tonight is going to be amazing

“Just remember that you owe me after this.” Wanda looked at you, finding you inhaled deeply, exhaling heavily.

“Get out of my head, Wanda,” you muttered. “Don’t need you poking around at the stuff that you shouldn’t.”

Since you met her in that old base that housed Klaue and Ultron, she had poked her way into your thoughts. Made memories rise to the surface and remind you of the darkness that clouded it. That was the last and only time you would ever allow her to do such a thing. But now, her being a part of the team and taking care of you, your leniency with her use had wavered. If it meant putting your mind at ease before you slept, then you allowed it. If she wanted to poke around and hear your sarcastic comments when Tony went on rambling about one of his projects, you allowed it since it made her laugh. But to access memories and put you in a state where you had trouble seeing the differences between history and the present, you would never allow it.

“New nurse,” Wanda pointed out, hearing you hum in acknowledgement. “Cassandra couldn’t come in today?”

Opening the passenger door, you sighed. “Yeah, she had some business to take care of today,” you explained. “Her apprentice took care of me today. Not a terrible girl, just was way too thorough than I’d like.”

Slipping into the seat, Wanda leaned down and smirked. “You don’t like anything that doesn’t appeal to your moral compass.” And before you could protest, she shut the door on your face. Silencing you as you exhaled heavily and leaned back in the seat. Glancing over when Wanda got inside, not waiting to pull out of the parking lot and make her way toward the Avengers tower.

The two of you sat in silence for the majority of the ride. That familiar comfort falling over the two of you that needn’t be accompanied by any conversation. It was the beauty of the relationship you two had. There wasn’t any need for words when the presence of one another was enough to relax. And even when you got to the tower, the two of you didn’t speak. Just standing by one another in the elevator till the doors open with the two of you stepping out into the lounge.

Truthfully, Natasha wasn’t exactly entirely wrong in her statement earlier. Wanda was beginning to see the relationship you and she had as something natural. Something that didn’t need to be made official when your guys’ words and actions spoke more than a title connecting the two of you could. For you, even when you were a belligerent fool, you still showed your care and love toward the witch. Because every day when you woke up to the sound of her soothing voice, you felt like there was something to get up to. Like there was something calling and urging you to get started with your day.

Exiting the elevator, you followed Wanda toward the kitchen. “The rest of the team went out to drink. So, you won’t have to deal with any of them for the majority of the night.” Wanda tossed the keys onto the island, moving toward the coffee machine. “I can make you a cup of coffee if you want to go get changed into something more comfortable.”

Wanda looked back at you, seeing you lean your crutches against the island and carefully begin to move through the kitchen. No word was spoken with your actions of grabbing ingredients. And when you came by her side, you placed your hand on her lower back, smiling. “I’m going to need you to scoot over, darling.”

The nickname struck an anvil in Wanda’s heart, the sparks of a burning metal resting on her cheeks She quickly stepped away and allowed you to grab the bottle of red wine she and Natasha had been drinking hours ago. You grabbed two glasses and began to pour. “You can sit and relax,” you told her. “I’m going to make you dinner.”

She wanted to protest and use her powers to sit you down, but she knew what that would result in. Likely you ignore her for the rest of the night or an argument starts over her actions. Either or, she didn’t want to deal with that, and the offer was too good to let down. Especially with her curiosity brewing with the wonder of what scheme you were brewing.

So, she took the glass you extended to her and sat on the island. Legs crossed as you moved with an elegance only a chef could have. Yet, she often needed to remind herself that all her cooking techniques had been from you. Because before you became gifted or cursed with the super soldier serum, you were chef down in the streets of New York. If she remembers correctly, you worked in Hell's Kitchen right next door to where one of your lawyer friends worked.

It often became hard for her to think of you ever being anything else besides a hero. On the battlefield, you were a brutal human being. In the way, you disposed of the opposition or in your moral compass and what you believed was right. So, seeing you cut up these carrots with speed and precision was new every time she sees it.

Glancing up from the cutting board, you met Wanda’s gaze. Her hands zeroed in on your hands, lips slightly parted, and a layered look in her eyes of something you could identify. Making you smirk, clearing your throat. The sound made her blink rapidly, looking up at you inquiringly. “It amazes me that I don’t need powers to understand what you are thinking, Wanda.”

“It’s not like that,” she defended, biting her bottom lip. “It’s just hard to think that you used to do this. After seeing the things you’ve done in the field-”

“I did those things to keep the team and world safe,” you interjected softly, dumping the carrots into the pot of boiling water. “Everything I will do has a reason to it. So, although I understand what you are trying to say, it doesn’t mean I have forgotten what makes me human.”

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, head slightly tilting as she stares at you. “I think even when I’ve seen you kill people you were human, Y/n.” Her words make you falter for a moment, a moment too long that it allowed her to see that her words indeed had an effect on you.

Pursing your lips, you swallowed the lump in your throat and looked back at her. “Thanks, love.”

From there, a blanket of silence rested over the both of you in that comforting and warm way from before. Wanda watched you cook and you soaked up the warm feeling in your chest from being her center of attention. And somewhere in that time, she left to get out of some clothes. Coming back in some shorts with one of your shirts that hid said shorts. It was an adorable sight that you could get used to if things played well in your favour.

But she continued to watch you scoop the food from inside the pot and pour it into the bowls. Grabbing a spoon, and placing it in the bowl, you walked toward the girl and handed it to her. “Thank you.” She smiled, taking hold of the spoon and diving into the dish. It was a soup with some meat broth involved in it. And the smell was so familiar it was hard for Wanda to not feel a warm sense of contentment. And when she placed the hot liquid between her lips, her eyes flickered shut. A deep hum emitted from the depths of her chest as she placed the bowl down.

You had watched and couldn’t shake the smile from your lips. “It’s Borscht,” you stated, gaining the girl’s attention. You shrugged, “I thought you deserved something close to home instead of some random dish we Americans have. And I know you don’t like talking about Sokovia, but I feel like you deserve the little things that remind you of home because we all deserve that right.”

Wanda chewed on the inside of her cheek, the stinging sensation behind her eyes making her blink rapidly. Leaning her face into one of her hands, hiding her features from your curious gaze. And you were left in silence before she finally sat up, sniffling and revealing her tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes.

“You don’t know how much this means to me,” she wept, trying to smile, but the emotions are overwhelming. Causing her face to twist and turn in many expressions of pain and happiness. “Thank you, Y/n.”

The least she expected was to feel your arms coil around her and pull her close. A hand comes to the back of her head and pulls her into your chest. She didn’t hesitate to melt into your body, hands falling to your waist as she cried in your chest.

Although the vulnerability wasn’t new to both of you, this sure was. You hadn’t seen her cry in months since Pietro passed away and Sokovia was destroyed. It’d been months since then and you felt like you might’ve unintentionally brought back some bad memories with the good ones.

Except, when she pulled away from your chest, looking up at you with those teary eyes, you felt like your thoughts had been answered. And when her hands held your face, you felt all worries wash away. Especially when she pressed her lips to yours, replacing the coldness of fear with the warmth of love. Making you seek it deeper, pressing your lips firmer against hers and leaning into her slightly.

The kiss was brief, but it was fulfilling for what it was. Breaking apart only a breath away with your foreheads resting against one another. Wanda licked her lips, letting out a shaky exhale, tips of her fingers gently caressing your jaw and cheek. “I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile to break out on your lips. “And I love you too.” You pressed a kiss to her lips, to which she reciprocated and sat in this close embrace for a few moments. At least until you jutted your thumb over your shoulder. “So, I may have also had Cassandra grab me some Sokovia candy today.”

That made her eyes widen as you motioned toward one of the cupboards. “I snuck them in when you went to get changed–Which I want to add, you look adorable in my shirts.” You smiled when the girl stared at the colour packaging of the candy. Her lips parted in an open smile, looking up at you with a chuckle.

“I thought you said she didn’t work today?” Wanda reminded.

A soft laugh fell from your lips. “Wanda, will all those powers, you still can’t tell if I am telling the truth or not,” you said. “I convinced her to give her mentor a chance to get experience whilst she did me a favour. Who wouldn’t help out an Avenger to win over the girl of his dreams.”

Wanda felt those imaginary strings pull at the corner of her lips, forming a large smile. “You are full of surprises, Y/n.” Pressing her lips against yours, standing to her feet, she hummed. “I love it.”

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[liyawritesss]

Hey! If you're requests are open I'd love to read how a meeting between the reader and 1610 Miles at a party would go. Love your writing!

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Characters: Spiderverse!1610!Miles Morales x Black!GN!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: At another one of Rio’s rooftop parties, there’s a new face among the crowd. How would Miles take to meeting a new friend at a party?

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff we all deserve !!

A/N: Still slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things! A lot has been going on recently that has affected my motivation and ability to write, but I’m still here and still very present in all the fandoms i’m in, so don’t be shy to send in those requests!

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I often imagine in these kind of situations, because Miles doesn’t have many friends, he’s often either off to the side somewhere just jamming to the music on his own, or the little cousins are absolutely hounding him for some form of entertainment. There is no in between lol. But for this, lets refer to the formerly mentioned, and say this also takes place after the trilogy fiasco.

Like said previously, he doesn’t have many friends. The friends he does- or, did have, he can’t ever really see again. Maybe he’s got his cousins the talk to, and he of course has Ganke on speed dial, but other than that, Miles definitely feels more alone than ever at these parties.

A new face coming around would be met with a bit of apprehension. He doesn’t know how he should approach you. Should he introduce himself first? Wait til your parent(s) do? Should he offer you something from the food table? Start the conversation about the mix the DJ is playing? You definitely see the thoughts flashing across his face, and it’s only when you’re in front of him that his mind completely halts he lets a strained ‘hi’ come from his lips, a sheepish smile on his face and his heart racing because he probably looks like an idiot right now-

Turns out, you’re the kid of yet another family friend - can never have too many of those am i right? - who’s just as lost as he is, just as nervous and out of touch as he is. Maybe you don’t want to be here, maybe you aren’t sure why you had to come in the first place. But Miles’ first act of kindness to break the awkward silence is to awkwardly shuffle his feet, reach into his pocket to pull out his earbud case, and offer one up to you with a sheepish “do you like rap music?’

You both sit for a minute as you shuffle through his music playlists - he’s kind of nervous cuz he hopes you’re not judging his music taste, but when he sees you bobbing your head to the beat, it gives him some relief. After some time with this, one (or both) of your stomach rumbles and the food table is suddenly calling your name. Miles leads you to it so that he can tell you all that’s laid out. He himself eagerly grabs a small plateful of alcapurrias de Yuca (stuffed Yuca fritters) and tostones (double-fried plantains). He makes a point to point out some foods you may like - there’s a wide array of them, no thanks to his mom and aunties who always make sure the party table is always filled with foods from home.

Remember that scaffolding under the water tower for that building that was shown in the movies? Yeah, he takes you up there. Partially because the music is too loud to hear his own thoughts now, but also because he now sees you as someone cool and potential friend, and wants to get to know you better. Maybe it’s also the looming eyes of his mom that seemingly tell him to at least try and make friends with (especially someone they know, all things considered). And that’s where you guys chill out for the remainder of the party. You share socials, send each other titktoks or instagram reels, and make sure to exchange contact info to keep in touch. I think that throughout all of this, despite the anxiety that always comes with meeting someone new, Miles is forever grateful that he’s gained a new friend, and he definitely can’t wait to hang out with you more!

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request! Reminder, if you aren't tag, Tumblr may not be letting me tag you :c womp womp.

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[wxnheart]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Part 1 | Part 2

Miguel prides himself on his consistency. He prides himself on having and maintaining a daily routine. If it were up to you, however, the majority of that would've went out the window.

And yeah, it feels fucking amazing to wake up to you by his side in bed. Until he actually has to get up to do his morning workout, that is, because it never fails that as soon as that alarm goes off and he moves, you're practically holding on to him because you don't want to lose your human pillow. You're cute when you complain half-sleepily. You've also threatened to sleep on top of him if it meant him staying in bed. ("Noooo. Don't goooooooo...") It doesn't last long because you fall back asleep just as quickly as you wake up.

You've also taken to wearing some of his old hoodies that he'll train in because why not? They're comfortable and they remind you of him when you two are away. He doesn't mind having to buy new ones. And then you take those, too. Lmao.

And before you know it, you're usually waking up to the sounds of the shower running. The majority of the time, you join him. Other times, you're just busy admiring the view. And what a view it is.

Speaking of the view, you suggested you two do Yoga once during his rest day. You were bullshitting but he took you up on that offer. After some convincing. It was really an excuse on your end to get a glimpse of those glorious thigh and leg muscles and to see him in Downward Dog. Now you two have an inside joke about it. Well, you do. Miguel just groans and facepalms.

Nutrition—he sticks to his eating routine. It's admirable. He has also been persuaded on occasion to indulge in the sinful goodness of your comfort foods. That, too, is admirable. He knows he'll pay for it later but fuck it, huh? Welcome to the Dark Side, Miguel.

To your credit, you tried a Day in the Life of a Professional Boxer, and holy shit, you're not about that life. Makes you admire Miguel even more.

He also found out that his name in your phone is Miggy Stardust. Corny as shit but cute nonetheless. And then you surprised him with a custom bomber jacket with Miggy Stardust on it and... oh, you got the spirit. And then you wore it once at one of his matches and oh, shit. It's the thought that counts.

And yeah, he wouldn't have you any other way, even if you do try your damndest to keep him in bed and disrupt his routine.

#cutie 𝓠. #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x black reader #spiderman x black reader #black reader #spider man: across the spider verse #boxer au #into the boxerverse #marvel x reader #marvel x black!reader #this is my kinda humor honestly. Miggy Stardust lmao. #my comfort food is cheesecake. what's yours?

[imagineandwrite]

Domestic Vibes (Headcanon)

I'm still writing Obsession vs. Love

Domestic?Shuri Udaku x College Student!Masculine!Fem!Reader Also Grumpy!Sunshine!Shuri x Slightly!Grumpy!Reader

Warnings: Mean!Reader and Mean! Shuri but they're slick with it, they're not mean to each other, I feel like Reader just needs a nice nap and she'll be fine. Reader is taller than Shuri, and Shuri has no decorum. Reader is grumpy but is soft-spoken around Shuri. Poor Riri just wants to hang with her bestie, I don't say anything sexual but I think it's implied that Reader is very dominant and Shuri is very... submissive. I think at some point I just let loose and just start dumping my thoughts, so there's definitely a lot of cussing and Reader talks like me... I've been told I talk "Proper ghetto" idfk

A/N: THIS IS NOT IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS Obsession vs Love. I'm trying a new color code thing. Green is Reader and Purple is Shuri

Inspired by @shinsousliya's Domestic!Wife!Shuri Headcanons

Dating

When y'all finally start dating (which is a hilarious story I imagined but I don't have the energy to write. If you want it, let me know)

You thought Shuri was clingy before but now the nigga is SLOTH CLINGY! Holding onto your back, piggyback rides, held over your shoulder, or she's holding onto your arm.

Don't blame her though, she lost everyone so she needs to keep an eye on you

She's practically moved in with you and only goes back to Wakanda to do check-ups on the people and their safety (she is the Black Panther after all)

Riri has gotten used to coming home to Shuri and you laying on the couch or the floor watching tv

"I left you a box on the counter," Shuri said, her eyes never straying from the tv and her hands still playing with your hair. Riri sighs as she walks into the kitchen, greeted with the site of two boxes. One with her name and the other with MJ's name. "I wasn't sure if you were bringing MJ, or not, so I got something for her!"

Meanwhile, you're grumbling cause your sleep was disturbed by Shuri's yelling.

Speaking of sleep! We all know that College is a bitch, having a job doesn't help, and running a side hustle with Riri is kinda tiring.

Your sleep schedule is terrible

Your friends constantly call you Zombie or a vampire cause you look like shit while still looking sexy

"How is it that you had a bunch of girlfriends, have an amazing girlfriend who will do anything for you, and still have random bitches coming up to you asking for your number? Meanwhile, the other day a girl flat out told me no and asked my brother out in front of me." "I have no clue, maybe no one likes you cause you dress like Mr. Brown." (Yes, Tyler Perry's Mr. Brown)

At first, Shuri would try to get you to bed on time but then she'd stay up working while you slept. And you told her that made no damn sense

So now y'all stay up together until one of you (usually Shuri) slumps over and the other (you) has to carry them to bed.

Remember the clinginess I mentioned in the other post? Yeah, Shuri needs your attention on her

She will 100% let you talk her ear off about all your interests and hobbies

Why are you talking to this musty boy when you could be talking to her? Oh, he's your cousin? Well, she's your girlfriend, your very needy girlfriend.

Speaking of being yours! Tell her she's your "anything" and she's putty in your hands

"Hello, my love." "Hi, Sthandwa Sami." *soft giggles*

"Cause you're my girl." She's now latched onto you, good luck carrying a Shuri sized front pack

She'll ask you about your passions, knowing that there's a chance you'll go on a rant about it and she loves it when you explain things she "doesn't understand"

She understands almost everything about your passions, she researched it when she found out you loved it.

OH! Shuri learns your body's schedule so that she can make breakfast or ready a shower or bath, depending on if you are going to work or school

She learned your style so now she's constantly buying things for you and you're like "QUIT BUYING ME THINGS!" and she's like "But spoiling you makes me happy." and you, of course, don't wanna make her sad so you let her spoil you.

I don't know if Shuri really thinks they're flirting or is just really jealous but if she sees a girl staring for too long or breathing weirdly. She's ready to throw hands... unless you can stop her in time

"Is she staring at you?" "No, I think she's staring at you." "Sthandwa Sami, I am many things, but I am not blind." Cue her speeding towards the woman. "Apartments this way, my love! You can fight air instead of yanking her hair." (that rhymed)

It's either that or she finds a way to "accidentally" offend the person so they leave

"You're wearing a wig, yes? I can see it lifting at your ear where you didn't glue it properly."

"Your shoes don't match your outfit, is today a tacky day? Or what do you Americans call it? Mitch-match?"

She's so mean but she looks so innocent, so confused while saying these things that people think she's genuinely curious. Meanwhile, you're trying to find out if you want to laugh or find the nearest exit so you can deal with her

While you're in class, Shuri is either working on a lab project or she's running errands/doing work for you.

Again, I'm keeping @shinsousliya's headcanon in mind

So, you're a college student running a business. Maybe you're selling hair care products. Just because some old people can't tell if you're a dude or a chick doesn't mean you have unkempt hair.

She bought a printer for you so you wouldn't have to keep using your friends' or the library's printer. She's piping shea butter hair cream into containers, pouring hair oil into bottles, and sticking labels on them.

She'll restock your ingredients, and buy another mixer for you so you can make two batches at a time instead of one.

One time, she sat you down and created a schedule for you. It's got what classes you have on certain days, restock days, wash days, birthdays, vacation time, etc.

Since you both know, you're not gonna keep up with the planner, she has complete access to it. She'll add things to it and you'll get a notification on your iPhone, iPad, laptop, and kimoyo beads.

Did I mention she got you kimoyo beads? You have them as a necklace and she made you Kimoyo earrings as well so you both are matching.

I know y'all THINK she's tall, but shawty is a shorty.

I feel like you'll walk into the kitchen and just see her chilling on the counters. Like literally on the counters. Like crouched on it, like a cat, type chilling.

She goes to you to clean her wounds from being the Black Panther

You've learned a bunch of basics and more of First Aid and such

But she's so whiny and so sensitive

"I'm kindly requesting that you sit still," You mumble, carefully picking a bullet out of the hole in her side. "It hurts," She whined, shoving her face into a pillow to muffle her groan of pain. "I know, my love, but I got it," You sigh, placing the bullet on a tray next to you and grabbing the cloth wraps. After cleaning around the wound, you kiss her hip before wrapping her waist. Stopping whenever she flinched back to give her a break. "I'm done, love." You kiss her temple as you carefully guide her to lie in bed.

She's super annoying but it's cute so it's okay

Like she's following you around whenever she can

As soon as you get home, she's guiding you to the couch or to your room so she can just lay on you

If you say or do something stupid, she's quick to pinch your side

It's gotten to the point where fi you can, you'll move away from her and then say it so she has to get through obstacles to get you

By the time she's with you, she just wants to hug you

Accidently snaps at you for no fucking reason

It's toned down now that you've fixed it, but SHEEEESH

when y'all first started dating, she snapped left and right

"You okay?" "I do not need you hounding me, I'm fine."

"Maybe take a break." "Stop telling me what to do, I don't need a break I need to finish this. You need to leave!"

"Sweetheart-" "No." "Excuse me?" "Can't you see I'm busy?"

At first, all you did was give her a look and that would fix her up

But then you talked about it with her and tried to figure out why she would snap so frequently

Poor baby would be overstimulated and the only way for her to be pulled away from overworking was to snap at you

She likes matching with you, even if you're in different countries

She'll call you so you can plan your outfits together

Sometimes she'll get lost in thoughts of her future with you

DEFINITELY TOOK SOME OF YOUR CLOTHES WITH HER TO WAKANDA

You call her and see her drowning in your hoodie

"Ma'am..." "Yes?" "That's my hoodie." "I know." "Why do you have it?" "Cause..." "Okay, my love."

That's another thing! Y'all don't even have to say anything, you just know when the other is feeling a certain way

Has and will ask you stupid shit just so she can see your reaction

She invited you to Wakanda and you met Nakia and had to do a double take

"I'm looking respectfully."

And Nakia of course has been around the world and has spent time in Nakia. She knows exactly what you mean by that and she is amused. Shuri is not

"If you're going out in that, put on a jacket. I don't want you sick."

If you're like me, I'm an introvert but if I have to, ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO, I will talk to people

Your social battery starts depleting at 5 people if they're strangers.

On a very good day you can do 6

Shuri is perfectly fine with this, cause she doesn't like talking to people either

It's more of a "What's out there that we don't have in here?" than a "People are terrifying" thing

Physical Affection

You're either spooning her or she's laying on top of you with her face in your neck or on your chest. If you move, she moves. There's no separating

"Unless you want me to pee on you, move." Softly nudging Shuri off you. "I'll come with you." Getting up to follow you to the bathroom with a soft grin. "Do me a favor and don't. Just plant your ass on the bed." Pushing her back on the bed and wrapping her up like a burrito.

One of you is wrapped in a blanket laying between the other's legs while they read to the burrito blanket person

I feel like Shuri likes to nuzzle you. Like if she's sitting behind you, she'll nuzzle the back of your neck or your shoulder. She'll nuzzle your cheek.

OR! She'll give you Eskimo kisses, which is just rubbing your nose against someone else's nose

Buries her face in your chest. Doesn't matter if you're flat-chested or your breast is big (like me) She'll shove her face where she can

Goodnight kisses, very important. DO NOT MISS OUT ON HER KISSES

Thump. You shove the pillow off your face and back into Shuri's hands. When you finally open your eyes, Shuri glares down at you from her place on your lap. "What?" "Do not 'what' me!" She whispers, thumping your forehead before crossing her arms. You sighed as you sat up, placing your hands on her hips to keep her on your lap. You swiftly pecked her lips, quick to move out of her reach when she tried to deepen the kiss.

She'll bite you. If you're like me, then you'll bite her back.

Or you're the one who bit her first

She's constantly messing with your hair

If you don't have any hair, then she's playing with your fingers

If she senses your anxiety, and you're in public, she'll grab your hand

If you're in the comfort of your home, or at a friend's house, she'll hug you and kiss along your collarbone or jaw or cheek (wherever she can reach)

So if you saw the Meetings and Things post, then you remember that you'd pull her to sit in your lap whenever there weren't enough sits BEFORE you were dating

Now that you're dating, she likes to sit on your lap and just chill

She's gotten used to sitting in your lap and it kinda feels weird to not be in your lap or pressed into your side

Wrap your arms around her from behind and pull her into you. She immediately collapses into your arms

And good luck trying to escape her hold in the morning

Cause she's latched on TIGHT

How do we like the color thingy? I was gonna do a bit of NSFW headcanons but... I don't know... I'll probably mess with it in the future

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[prettykittycastle]

Watching a “Movie”

Summary: Shuri and the reader have a fun sleepover. 

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Pussy eating, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms)

It was rare that Shuri would leave her lab early and call it a night. Every now and then her and some friends of the family would decide to have a sleepover and they would spend all night doing whatever they want as long as it was only in her room and they promised that they wouldn't be too loud. Tonight was one of those nights, but instead of the usual group, it was just you and Shuri. You and her had an unspoken attraction that had been going on ever since you two were children, but never acted upon it. But something changed tonight. The usual lingering stares you two threw at each other seemed to last longer tonight than it did before. Subtle touches between you two not only lasted longer but they sparked a fire between you both that couldn't be put out. It wasn't until you two had decided to go to her room and watch a movie that you both had done something about this attraction.

You had took your usual spot beside her bed on the floor with your sleeping bag and pillow, but before you could get comfortable, she had stopped you. You had a feeling that something might happen between you two the minute she invited you to lay in her bed beside her, but you ignored it. Which is how you ended up like this: trying to keep quiet and not alarm the Dora Milaje guard outside her door, while she ate your pussy like it was the best meal ever made.

"Shuri," you gasped her name, feeling her tongue flick at your clit before giving it a quick suck. You squeezed her bedsheets between your fingers and bit your lip, hoping to keep quiet.

"Ssh, love. Let me taste you," she whispered before lapping at your pussy.

She used one hand to hold your lips open and ran her tongue up and down your center, lapping at you like a dog licking up water. She used her other hand to hold on to your thigh, keeping it from meeting the other one.

"Oh my god," you moaned loudly, closing your eyes, feeling the warm sensation inside of you quickly get hotter and hotter with each lap of Shuri's tongue.

"Ssshh," she shushed you again, pulling away from you.

You opened your eyes and looked down your body to see Shuri looking up at you with a teasing smile, her braids falling around her face and her lips shining with your juices. Just the sight of her mouth shining like that made another moan leave your mouth and you lifted your hips, trying to push your pussy back towards her mouth.

"(Y/N)," she said your name, the hand on your thigh moving up to push you back down on the bed. "You mustn't be loud, or the Dora Milaje will come in."

It took you a second to register what she said, your mind and body only focused on having her mouth back on you. "Okay, okay," you said, nodding your head.

Seeing you nod, she moved her hand back to your thigh, holding on to it tightly, while she brought her other hand to your pussy.

The teasing smile on her face grew as she lowered her head back down to you. You furrowed your brows, wondering why she smiled like that and suddenly you understood why and you quickly let go of her bedsheet and covered your mouth to hold in your moan as you felt her tongue begin circling your clit. Oh fuck, I'm finna cum, you thought, the warm sensation getting hotter from every circle of her tongue. You could feel more of your juices leaking out of you and running down to your ass onto the bed and you hoped for a second that Shuri wouldn't mind you making you such a mess on her bed when you felt the sudden pushing of her finger into your entrance, going all the way in, knuckle deep.

"Mmm," you moaned behind your hand, your pussy squeezing her finger and soaking it with more juices.

"You're close," she lifted her head and asked.

You nodded your head silently, not trusting yourself to move your hand and form an actual response.

Lowering her face back down to your center she placed her lips around your clit and sucked you, moaning into you.

The vibration of her moan almost pushed you over the edge and you lifted your hips, wanting to grind against her face, but she wouldn't let you and gave your thigh a light slap, warning you to be still, before returning it back to its previous spot, holding you.

"Ssshuri," you whispered and hissed her name, wanting to tell her that you were almost there. "Shuri, I'm almost-"

You stopped mid-sentence, your eyes almost closing as Shuri began moving her finger inside of you, curling it so the tip would hit and stroke your inner walls.

Another moan, accompanied by her sucking you and twisting her finger brought you over the edge and the warmth that had been building inside of you took hold of your body and mind.

"Aaah!" You couldn't help the cry that slipped out of your mouth as the waves of your orgasm rocked your body. What made it worse was Shuri. She didn't stop sucking on your clit as you came and she didn't remove her finger from inside you, not that she would be able to as your walls squeezed it too tightly. No matter how much your hips rose and try to move away, she wouldn't stop moaning and sucking your clit, quickly overstimulating you.

"Shuri, stop," you begged, removing your hand from your mouth and trying to push her face away, but she held onto your thigh and continued to suck.

"Oh my god," you moaned loudly again as you felt the tingling sensation of another orgasm rushing up. "Please, please."

You made the mistake of looking down and made eye-contact with Shuri as she began sucking even harder on your clit and twisted her finger inside of you again. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again and this time you couldn't hold back the scream that escaped your throat, wringing loud in the room.

"Princess," you heard the guard outside her room say from outside.

Shuri quickly pulled away from your clit and answered,"I am fine."

You laid your head back on Shuri's pillow and closed your eyes, letting your orgasm wash over you now that Shuri had stopped.

"The queen wants to speak with you."

You were just feeling the effects of the orgasm slowly begin to fade when suddenly you registered that Shuri's finger was still inside of you, and worse, she was slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"I'm a little busy right now," You heard her respond back, before you felt a second finger join hers, slightly stretching you and you let out a whimper at the feel of it.

Quickly, Shuri placed her hand over your mouth and you opened your eyes to see her face above yours, her body leaning over yours, and you quickly recognized the look of hunger in her eyes.

"The queen wants to know-"

Her fingers began thrusting in and out of you faster, your juices making it easy for her. Your already overstimulated pussy began tingling again, and you couldn't help but grab onto her shoulder silently urging her to slow down as the heat inside of you was quickly building up again.

"-why you have left the lab."

A loud, wet, squelching sound was heard in the room as her fingers fucked you faster, your juices beginning to leak more and more out of you and wet her bed further. The moans you let out behind her hand was quickly rising in volume the more she fingerfucked you. You knew this next orgasm was going to be stronger than the first two and you already felt your mind beginning to glaze over the closer to the edge you got.

"Be a good slut and cum for me again," she demanded, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Her words and her fingers fucking you pushed you over the edge and with a cry muffled by her hand, you came around her fingers, your juices soaking not only her bedsheets but her hand as well.

"Princess," the guard said again, but this time Shuri didn't answer her back, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, overstimulating you so much that small tears began to fall from your eyes and you lifted the hand on her shoulder to push her away.

There was a look of cockiness in her eyes as she leaned away from and slowly pulled her fingers out of you. When she finally removed her hand from your mouth, you were letting out little whimpers, your legs shaking from your orgasms. Looking down at you, Shuri couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face as you continued to whimper and hold a look of absolute pleasure.

She brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and ran her tongue up and down them, then her palm, moaning at your taste. Should I fuck her again in the morning, she wondered, eyeing your pussy and the juices still leaking from you.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her doorknob being turned and she quickly threw her cover over your body, knowing you were too exhausted to do it yourself, and hurried over to the door, unlocking and opening it to see the guard looking at her with suspicion.

"Yes?"

"The queen wants to see you, Princess Shuri."

"Yes, okay. Let's go." She stepped outside her room and closed the door behind her, locking it.

"What about (Y/N)," the guard asked.

"She's tired. If she asks, let her know that I am with my mother."

~

"Mother, did you want to see me?" Shuri asked walking into the throne room to find her mother waiting on her.

When the queen heard Shuri, she turned around and looked relieved. "Yes, I noticed you left the lab early, but I hadn't heard of the girls being with you."

"No, it is only (Y/N) tonight."

"A sleepover?" The Queen asked, but her tone was different.

Shuri heard the change in her mother's tone, but chose to ignore it and nodded her head.

"Where's she now?"

"In my room. She's tired."

The queen was quiet for a second and looked at her with a look that made Shuri nervous.

"The guard said she heard noises coming from inside."

The nervousness inside Shuri quickly rose but she tried to not show it on her face. "We were watching a movie."

"A movie?" She asked, her tone and her face showing her disbelief.

Nodding her head, Shuri looked at her and tried to ignore the look on her mother's face.

"Well, make sure you two don't 'watch movies' all night long," she smirked knowingly at her daughter, making Shuri's cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Yes, mother, we won't," Shuri quickly said, turning and beginning to rush out of the throne room when she heard her mother speak again.

"And keep it down. You don't want others to hear your 'movie'."

Shuri's cheeks burned hotter at her mother's words and she hurried out of the room to see you.

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[pinkhoodi]

pop princess !

✎ᝰ — spider boys with a gf who’s a popstar !

♡⃕ — tasm!peter parker, ffh!peter parker x popstar!fem!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warning: fluff + peter is a major fan girl, mention of anxiety, failure, insecurity. lemme know if i missed anything !

♡⃕ — a/n: this includes andrew garfield and tom holland’s spiderman !

꒰ TASM!PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ at first peter was doubtful of dating a pop star, especially being a simple nobody in his high school. just a boy with his camera but now he’s in front of the camera. don’t get me wrong, peter is more than thrilled to be dating you but he’s dating you. thee famous y/n, everyone’s favorite pop girl, star girl that has little girls dreaming

Ꮺ but also the lights, camera, the attention can be quite overwhelming and he will take a minute to adjust from all this. though, you won't always ask him to attend every event and he doesn’t mind attending attending every event so there

Ꮺ cause of his lowkey nature, you try to keep the relationship discreet. you would rather not have your fans swarm at peter’s door or harass him constantly at school

Ꮺ out in the public, you two would wear some type of covering so paparazzi or fans cannot tell who you both are

Ꮺ he’s try very very very hard to be your supportive boyfriend and attend every concert, every showing, every fan meet, any and everything. but being spiderman, and a high school student, he won’t always be at your hip at all times. If he can’t, he’ll send you a text that he won’t be there and send words of encouragement

Ꮺ during his duties as spiderman, if he’s not too busy, he’ll swing through the city until he reaches the venue of your concert. he’ll take a seating on the roof of it and sing along to your words, it’s not the best view but hey, it beats missing your girlfriend’s concert

Ꮺ on the roof, peter snaps some pictures of your concert and prints them off at home. he’ll hang them up on the wall above his desk, along with the many other cute pictures of just you

Ꮺ strangely enough, when you two are out on the red carpets, reporters ask about your views on spiderman. some even ship you with the masked vigilante and you just laugh it off

Ꮺ when you’re not around, he’ll sing some of your songs but definitely won’t tell you. he knows how much of a tease you can be and jokingly calls him your number one fan. of course, that title he won’t deny

Ꮺ whenever you’re at peter’s home, you play a cd of your unreleased songs or demos. you two would just sit and listen to them in peace or he’ll learn the lyrics to sing along. you always give him a copy of the cd before you go home

Ꮺ of course peter has backstage pass to your concerts so he’s usually chilling there until the show starts. he’s there to compliment your outfits, help you go over your setlist, and of course take many pictures of his beautiful pop princess

Ꮺ when things get overwhelming, you go to his home and just rant. you lay on his bed and just talk until you can’t no more, while peter sits and listens to you rant, he’ll rub your back or the top of your head. he would study how your body fluctuates as you vent, for future reference. he would silence sit in for a while than talk you through what is bothering you. whether it would be the lack of privacy, the expectations from fans, fear of failure, insecurities, etc., peter will advise well on how to handle them all. well, at least most of them

Ꮺ if the both of you are not too busy, you would bring him to your studio and show him your song-making process. it’s a very special and private place for you and why not show your loving, supportive boyfriend ?

Ꮺ he would ask questions here and there but for the rest of the time being, he’s quiet. peter would watch you write the lyrics and create a melody, he would watch you scribble and scratch in your journal as he sat across from you

Ꮺ if you appear to become frustrated, he silently hug you and asks if you want a break. he would take you on a walk, and ask more about the song to help you piece it together. sometimes you guys would stop for food, talk more about the song, and figure out what direction you wanted to go for

Ꮺ though, you don’t always have the energy to talk about songs so you would rather chat about your daily life. peter would update you on aunt may and you would tell him about your latest crazy fan experience

Ꮺ if he doesn’t have any advice, he will tell you words of encouragement. he would tell you how proud he is, how far you came, that you’re in control of who you are and not the public. he would remind you of the real you, the raw, organic y/n that he knows and loves. but also reminds me of how happy you look to be on stage or shooting in magazines as the world’s pop princess

Ꮺ speaking of, every shoot that you do for magazines, best believe peter would have every collection. sometime he’ll try to read it in class and some people speculated that he was a fan girl cause there’s no way that every issue always includes you on the front. that’s odd parker, very odd

꒰ PETER PARKER ꒱

Ꮺ your biggest, BIGGEST fan. he’s got all your merch, your cds, you’re his wallpaper. literally he couldn’t be more proud to the boyfriend of everyone’s pop girl, y/n l/n

Ꮺ peter is singing your songs, loudly and bad, posting your new song on his socials, the whole nine yards. I wouldn’t say he’s staying up to listen to your new song but he does learn the lyrics to impress you

Ꮺ I would say your relationship is discreet but not too lowkey ?? like ned and mj knows about the two of you but also you post peter from time to time. If not, then you two would usually hint about the relationship but not give too much information

Ꮺ on red carpet events, peter is recording you from the first step ‘til you hit inside the venue. he’s complimenting and hyping you up, fixing any small details like a loose lash or a small wrinkle on your dress

Ꮺ as bad of a fangirl he is for you, he might be even worse for other celebrities he meets. listen, he is a teenage boy from queens, did he expect to meet gwen stefani or rihanna ? rihannna ? he’s passed out on the floor at this point. if you see one of his favorite musicians, drag him the other way….

Ꮺ now, not all the time he can attend due to his school and his duties as spiderman. but he is sending words of encouragement to fulfill his presence

Ꮺ peter would be starstruck every time he’s out with you. no he’s still not used to being in your dressing room filled with priceless jewelry, clothes that must cost hundreds, and accessories that are so unique and made just for you to wear. it’s like he’s stepped into a popstar’s bubble and very scared to touch

Ꮺ I feel like peter would refuse to believe he’s dating thee pop girl, y/n. like he knows he’s dating you but has he accepted it? let’s just say he still pinches himself every time you text him, ya know, to make sure he’s not dreaming

Ꮺ whenever you’re at peter’s home, you play a cd of your unreleased songs or demos. you two would just sit and listen to them in peace or he’ll learn the lyrics to sing along. you always give him a copy of the cd before you go home

Ꮺ secretly peter has a playlist of just your songs and only your songs. he wouldn’t allow you to see since he would feel embarrassed but ned and mj are for sure teasing him about it

Ꮺ like the other peter, he would have every single issue of your magazine covers. he doesn’t care if they’re small articles of your latest look, he is reading it !

Ꮺ between class times, he would try to watch clips of your interview and blush over how cute you look. certain questions would have him a tad bit concerned but he knows you can handle it well

Ꮺ throughout the day, peter would ask if you’re doing okay, mentally and physically. he understands how draining it is to be well-known in the public eye, especially in the age of social media. If you say no, he’ll stop by your place and comfort you with what is bothering you. also, please don’t lie to him about how you’re feeling cause his spider senses will tell him

♡⃕ lately I’ve been listening to music from the 2000s and it makes me wish to be a pop girl in the 2000s saurrrrr bad. omg-

♡⃕ it doesn’t help that one of my fave shows was hannah montana. the pop princess FRRRR

♡⃕ ngl, tasm peter was VERYYYYY hannah montana coded. I’m sawry she’s like my pop girl inspo 😞

♡⃕ I felt like I kinda didn’t do my best with tom holland peter parker ngl 😭

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