Synopsis- You didn’t expect to fall for Wanda as hard as you did. So when the time comes to take the big step in your relationship you discover something about Wanda that she was hesitant on telling you. But you didn’t mind helping her, and you loved the idea of being her first.
Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content
Word Count- 5.5k
A/N- I WAS LISTENING TO ‘OUR LOVE’ FROM ARCANE WHILE WRITING THIS (listen to it for the sake of your ears!)😫😫😍🙏🏾Decided to dedicate this fic to that song😊😊😍😫I recommend listening to it as you read. Oh yeah and thanks for @stonemags for helping me with this and to get out of writers block for now..
Everyone in the compound could see just how in love you two were. You were always cuddled up on the common room's couch, Wanda seated in your lap as you wrapped your hands around her back, enclosing her in your arms as she stuffed her face into your neck breathing your enamoring scent in. You would be settled in this exact position for hours if it wasn't for someone interrupting you or a quick unexpected mission briefing.
Nat would always walk in on you and Wanda in the early mornings in the kitchen, she always questioned herself as to why you two were up at the crack of dawn every day. Wanda would be seated on the kitchen counter wrapped in a blanket that had your identical long-lasting scent, wrapped around her body like a cocoon to shield her from the morning cold as her legs dangled in front of the counter. While you stood perched in between her legs, spoon-feeding her favorite breakfast which consisted of fluffy blueberry french toast douched in maple syrup with glistening beef sausage links that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. You stared at her with a dopey smile on your face, admiring the stunning view, you couldn’t deny it was your favorite.
Mesmerized with the way her lips enclosed over the fork, basking in the quiet moans she would release from the clash of flavors in her mouth. It would take a lot of self-control in Natasha to try and not physically gag from the high amounts of PDA you two both showed in public all the time, but you two were both too busy gazing deeply into each other's irises to ever notice her presence. And she made her trips to the kitchen quiet and quick to not disturb you two. She might have found it weird at first but then those feelings washed away when she saw how in love you both were.
Or the way Steve would flick on the lights in an empty briefing room and catch you two entwined in each other's grasps as your tongues were down each other's throat. Your hands moved madly across her hair while her knuckles started to turn white from the hold she had on your neck as she dove into the kiss. The bright lights never deterred your movements, only the loud thud of unfinished mission reports echoing through the still room. You and Wanda quickly hustled out of the room, avoiding the big workload as per usual. Steve would always be startled by the way you two would constantly be touching each other like you couldn’t get enough, but he knew the only solid explanation is the passion that you both shared which was like an untamed raging fire.
And the way Sam would always find you guys outside under the big oak tree that stood at the edge of the compound's property. You leaned against the tree as Wanda laid on her back, her head in your lap. Your fingers brushed through her curls all the while gently scratching at her scalp as she bit down on her lips softly while staring deeply into your eyes that shined with so much devotion. From a far distance, he could tell you were whispering honeyed words to her as her laugh echoed through the grass field. He always thought about messing with you guys a little by throwing a ball your way or shouting out ”enjoying your sex, ladies?” but he decided it was best to leave you both be.
One because of Wanda, she was sweet and soft but when she got pissed she turned scary and spine-chilling and he rather chose life than death. And second, because he didn't want to disrupt your moment together, the way you two were always stuck in your own world not paying a single mind to anything or anyone else brought warmth to his heart after witnessing such evil come from mankind. He always would walk back to the doors of the compound with an authentic smile shown on his face.
Or the way Pietro would catch you hugging in the hallway, your arms sealing Wanda in as you swayed back and forth kissing her head every few seconds. And seeing the way you treated Wanda with complete respect and adoration, always taking her words into consideration and hearing her out, never making her feel bad or being passive-aggressive. You were gentle with her and patient, something that he admired about you.
At first, he was uncertain about Wanda going off and dating an Avenger, worried it would end wrong or you wouldn't treat her well, past resentment still residing within him. But when he saw the way she looked at you endearingly he no longer felt the need to bring upon his negativity towards your relationship but relished in the way you made her feel such joy after a long time of despair which use to almost always be present in the brunette.
It's safe to say that everyone in the compound could see and feel the love blazing off of you both. And for the first time in a long time, Wanda felt at true peace. Every night she had big warm arms to settle into as she dozed off into a deep sleep, her nightmares stopped the day you moved into her room and fell asleep together for the first time. You were like her own personal dream catcher that warded off all the darkness and devilry that consumed her exhausted mind at night. But to her, you were way more than that. The way you praised her and gave her attention, literally made her feel like the only woman in the world. The way you would grab her hand and do small circular motions to take away the anxiety she felt at certain times, and she didn't even have to tell you, you just knew.
Or the way you mastered the skill of cooking just for her to be able to make her favorite dishes and surprise her weekly. She heard from Natasha how whenever she was on a mission you were always in the kitchen cooking or baking up a storm, being successful at most attempts and failing some too. But you never quit because your determination to please Wanda was far greater. Her eyes teared up at Natasha’s words because she has never had someone be that committed to making sure she was content and satisfied.
And lastly, the way you touched her, you two haven't had sex yet despite being together for a year and you were both perfectly fine with that. You always told Wanda that when the time came it would be ideal and that there was no rush. She was relieved by your words and so grateful that she had someone as extraordinary as you to call her own. Whenever your hands touched any inch of her body it would send an electric shock down her spine, your touch was so addicting to her and she couldn't get enough, that's why she was always close and in your proximity.
You both were head over heels for one another and never strayed far apart for too long. You both were like a magnet, always coming back together. And you were both like the fairy tale romance everyone wished to experience just once in their life.
Today was the one-year anniversary since you and Wanda started dating. The most special day to you that you held dear in your heart. This date held clear significance because when it rounded the corner it was all you could think about, getting nervous jitters about making it unforgettable for Wanda. You were planning to go all out because you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you. It was insanely crazy how fast you fell in love with her, but what brought more satisfaction to your heart was knowing she held the same feelings for you. And because of that, you deemed yourself the luckiest person on the planet.
You got up around five am to start preparing for the day, trying your best to leave the bed as silently and quickly as possible. But that was almost impossible considering how interlaced you and Wanda’s bodies were. She lay on top of you with her head resting on your chest while one of her arms came behind your back and the other behind your neck while your legs interlocked in a weird but comfortable position.
Groaning quietly at how you didn't want to leave her perfect form here to wake up by herself and potentially spike her anxiety at the thought of you gone, but you had to start setting up your surprise for her. So as best you could you wrapped your arms around her and started prying her locked body parts off of you. It was hard but after a few close calls of her eyes fluttering open, you managed to slip from underneath her and rush to the bathroom.
Once you exit your room quietly without making a peep you booked it for the kitchen, having forgotten your notebook full of phone numbers of the places you needed to request things from. As you mindlessly speed-walked into the kitchen you bumped into someone, getting knocked out of your trance. You looked up to see Natasha with raised eyebrows as she looked at your near panicked form. She was about to wish you good morning but you cut her off quickly.
“Please keep Wanda busy for the rest of the day, can you do that? Okay, thanks!” You sputtered out giving her a final pat on the shoulder and snatching the open notebook from the cluttered counter next to her.
Natasha was left dazzled in your wake, she nodded briefly while you turned your back and walked away. She didn't know what this was about but she could certainly tell it had you extremely anxious from the way your hair was in a slight mess and you looked as if you just threw on the first things you saw.
But she stuck to your word and kept Wanda busy all day whether it meant giving the extra mission reports that needed to be done or taking her out to retrieve covert packages from an undisclosed location. All day she could tell that a dark cloud had come over Wanda, the little groans she let out after looking at the clock every half an hour to see if time had magically flown by. Taking out her phone every few minutes to check it, then letting out a deep sigh when she seemed to not find what she was looking for, slowly tucking it back into her pocket. Natasha wondered why you wanted to keep Wanda away from you all day and couldn't help but feel sad that maybe there was something going on between the both of you.
She tried her best to cheer Wanda up by stopping by at a drive-thru and ordering her favorite cheat meal that Wanda liked to call it. But when Natasha pulled up into the Shake Shack near the warehouse Wanda waved her off and said she wasn't in the mood. A sense of uselessness overcrowding Natasha’s being because a good old greasy burger and high sodium fries always cheered up the brunette.
As the gloomy day carried on for Wanda all she wanted to do was go back to bed and curl up in her bundle of blankets. She thought you forgot about your anniversary when you didn't bother to text or call her, she didn't like the pain she felt at the thought of your absence. And her heart almost stopped when she woke up alone, your body no longer providing a sense of warmth for her. She thought back to when her eyes started to water faintly then Natasha burst through her bedroom door, dragging her out of bed and forcing her to get ready for the long day ahead of them.
Wanda tried to beg her not to go but Natasha was taking none of it as she planted herself on Wanda’s bed, supervising the witch's slow actions as she meandered about the room grabbing various items to get ready. She heard Wanda’s quiet sniffles fill the room and she contemplated asking if there was anything going on between Wanda and you but decided to stay silent when Wanda chose a hoodie from your dresser and held it close to her body when she walked into the bathroom.
You had just gotten out of the shower after finishing everything, you were running around the compound like a mad man. Shouting over the phone if a place canceled and said they couldn't be able to give you the proper stuff you needed or the wind messing up your set up multiple times. But after all the hardship you were finally done and now all that was left was to get yourself cleaned up which you did, choosing to wear your black velvet blazer Tony had bought you for one of his parties, and black leather pants that were hidden deep in your drawers with a black button-up dress shirt underneath.
Shooting Wanda a quick simple text for her to meet you at the compound's front doors after she looks in the bag on the bed and gets dressed. A smile on your face from the anticipation but it faltered when you saw ‘seen’ pop up below the text and no reply after that. Your heart started to beat rapidly because you thought that it was over, that she wouldn't come but you reassured yourself that this was Wanda, who adored you, so you flattened out your blazer and took in a deep breath closing your eyes as you transported to the front of the steps of the compound. You took a seat on the cement step and collected your inner thoughts as you waited patiently.
When Wanda saw your text her heart skyrocketed, not because you finally decided to text her but because she thought you were preparing to break up with her. It was a wild thought that got the best of her mind and made her start to worry. She excused herself from Nat quickly, not giving her a chance to keep her there any longer as she ambled over to her room with heavy steps. She wasn't relaxed she was tense all throughout her body.
When she got to her room door she stopped before she opened it to take in deep breathing, thinking about how everything was about to change. But as she pushed the door open her eyes took to scanning the contents of the room to see if you have packed all your clothes and miscellaneous things away. But to her surprise everything was how she left it this morning, a feeling of peacefulness washing over her aching heart; maybe there was still hope after all.
The beige bag went unnoticed by Wanda as she walked further into the room, all her worries about earlier washing away. A smile was brought to her face as she walked up to the front of the bed and took a seat while her eyes filled with joy. Her bottom collided with soft sharp edges, she released a small yelp at the intrusion. Head whipping around as she shot up and directed her attention to the bed, breath-stopping when her eyes landed on a white tinted beige Prada shopping bag. Her angular fingers moved down towards the matte lengthy bag, picking at the strings and unraveling them to access the inside. When she looks inside the contents of the bag her face lights up with gaiety, subtly biting her slip at the sight of a black plunging tall neck split thigh dress. Butterflies come to her stomach when she holds up the eye-catching dress in the warm soft glow of the bedroom light.
It doesn't take her long to also find the note that was left at the bottom of the bag, her fingers quick to grab it from the bag and read it. Her eyes skimmed over the note and her lips turned upwards into a dazzling smile as her heart grew bigger in her chest.
To my beloved and most loved Wanda,
I got this dress for you specifically and I know that it’ll match you exquisitely. I don't want to give away too much but know that everything has a reason so don't think negatively my love. Meet me in the front of the compound when you're done, I’ll be there, always.
From your biggest follower and admirer, Y/n
She held the note close to her chest for a few seconds as she left your words to sink into her deeper and ease away the doubt she carried earlier. It didn't take her long to grab her makeup bag from her messy vanity and shuffle off into the bathroom to get dressed, she wanted to make sure she looked her best, even though you've always thought she never needed makeup because of her natural beauty was so pure.
It’s now been around thirty minutes that you have been waiting at the front steps of the compound, panic running wild within you as you thought about all the possibilities of what she could be doing. Did she not see the dress? Does she not want to come? What if she hates me? I fucked up. Pacing back and forth as your arms were crossed around your chest, biting your lips harshly as the cool wind whipped against you moving form in the silence of the night.
But what you didn't recognize as you paced back and forth was Wanda’s approaching form, she was also hesitant but worry quickly overfilled her when she saw your nervous anxiety-filled figure. As she comes face to face with the compound's front door you still don't notice her in your fit of haziness, she gently pushes the door open and is met with the cool breeze that engulfs her as she steps outside.
Something in your mind redirects your attention to the front steps of the compound and your breath is taken away from the impeccable view, jaw literally dropping as your eyes stay trained on Wanda. Time moves in slow motion as she moves her hair to one side of her head and takes her time walking down each step. The way the air flows through her curled auburn hair and black dress perfectly accentuates her curvy figure. Gusts of wind reveal her excitingly toned lanky shining legs that you have spent so much time caressing.
You snap out of her trance and rush to give her a hand at the bottom of the stairs all the while a wistful smile erupts on your face from the longing, you never knew how you managed to not even talk to her today. But she happily takes a hold of your warm hand when she gets to the final step, her divine perfume attacks your senses making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head and she catches it, releasing a soft chuckle that breaks the silence of the night.
Walking away from the steps hand in hand Wanda cant help the shaking in her hands when you suddenly stop from continuing the path to your car. You turn her over by the shoulders releasing your grip on her hands and a small frown finds its way onto her face from the loss of your fingers. You clear your throat trying to think of something, anything to say but you don't want to ruin this moment. So she takes over instead.
She takes your hands in hers and looks up into your eyes meaningfully. “Well if you’re gonna break up with me I had to at least look my best to hopefully change your mind.” She tells you softly while playing with your flexible fingers, something she liked to do often.
Her words snap you out of your stillness and you're quick to respond, “You know I would never.” Your response makes her cheeks start to warm up and she looks away trying to hold back a smile. “I'd be a fool to let someone like you go, I could never make that mistake.” You finally tell her. Looking into her sharp turquoise green eyes for what felt like eternity brought such fondness to your body.
You silently turn her back around to where her back is facing your front and you slowly bring your hands up to her eyes, her hands quick to touch yours in an act of confusion. You whisper into her ear. “Don't worry, I’ve got you.” You simply tell her and all the concern slips away as she fully trusts your motives.
You press her front into your back deeper so there is no ounce of space in between you, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, then teleporting. Wanda has always expressed how she dislikes the way you teleport, the impact being too much on her stomach which caused her to let out a quick shriek when you transported to another location. You couldn’t help but laugh, removing your hands from her eyes and pressing multiple pecks on the top of her head, her eyes slowly open making her quietly gasp at her surroundings.
Her eyes wandered the enticing view, her head moving around in different directions to capture the true beauty of the scenic scene all around her. The dark grass cascading around the lit-up hilltop draped with fairy lights while the lampposts also provided a low source of light to accompany them flawlessly. The large blanket is spread out across the grass with multiple items like a large picnic basket, a bucket of champagne, plates, and cutlery, with a folded up wooly blanket resting atop the blanket.
She quickly turns over to look at you with wide eyes, tears threatening to fall down her precious face. Your hands were quick to come up to her cheeks and cup her face.
“You did this all for me?” She let out quickly, holding in her tears to the best of her ability.
“Yes, I’d do anything for you. To the moon and back.” You tell her, delicately stroking her ample cheeks that held a tint of red.
She couldn't respond with words so she dove into your chest, wrapping her arms around your upper torso as she snuggled closer to your body. Your arms came to wrap around her body as you took in the feel of her in your hold, rubbing the small of her back gracefully. You stayed connected for a few minutes silently taking in this moment for yourselves and enjoying it to the best of your abilities.
After the hug, you brought her over to the picnic setup and offered to take off her heels so she could step on the blanket to feel; more comfortable, settling down on the edge of the blanket to also take your dress shoes, setting them down next to Wanda’s heels on the grass and scurrying over to find her digging into the picnic basket.
Once you have mini desserts and snacks settled onto plates, some of Italy's best delicacies. Spoon feeding Wanda her favorite stuffed ravioli, sauce catching onto the side of her lips but your hand quick to wipe it off making her blush uncontrollably. After you finish up eating the luscious finger foods you settled into one another's arms while indulging in small talk and stargazing, sipping on chardonnay and stealing lengthy and lazy kisses every few seconds.
You two have been staring at the slowly moving clouds in peace for the past couple of minutes, reveling in the serene calmness that the night brought on. Wanda was currently curled into your side, her head resting on your shoulder comfortably while your dress coat was covered her upper body allowing some of the cold air to breeze upon her collarbones. She decided to have your dress coat over the blanket because it smelled of you. Wanda's hands were wrapped around your arm closest to her chest, your free arm coming around to rest on her waist.
It was Wanda who broke the hold, rising up to hover above your face. A dumb smile spread across your face as she gathered your cheeks in her hand gently stroking them while staring intensely at your face as she bit her bottom lip in thought. Seeing this side of her always made you empty-headed, too consumed by her hypnotic features to think about anything else so you stayed still in her grasp, breathing becoming shallow.
“This means so much to me Y/n, you don't even know, thank you.” She concluded by dipping her head down to connect your lips in a long sensual kiss. Her fingers slide their way up into your hair gently pulling on your strands which makes you give out a slight moan. She smiles into the kiss after hearing the noise released from you, having to clench her thighs together to suppress the thrumming between her legs.
You manage to reply to her in between the mini-breaks for air. “It’s all my pleasure, baby.” Wanda hearing the pet name roll off your tongue makes her dive deeper into your face, dragging her cunning fingers down your scalp.
You bite her lip with pressure then run your cool tongue over the spot, making her squirm above you. Your hands came to grip her thighs that now lay on each side of your torso, your hands sliding up slowly to the bottom of her ass, palming it roughly which makes her release a soft groan into your mouth. Your fingers work around her dress fabric and make contact with her porcelain cool skin.
She lets out a little squeal breaking out of the kiss and moving out of your grip. Your heart starts racing thinking you have done something wrong or accidentally overstepped the boundaries. When you look over at her she is staring at the blanket with her arms wrapped around her protectively, her eyes bouncing all over the blanket in anxiousness. You want to reach out to her so bad but you stop yourself thinking she wouldn't want you to touch her right now.
“I'm sorry,” You couldn't help but apologize. “That I overstepped, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Shit.” You mumble the curse word under your breath, resting your elbows on your knees as you stared off into the distance.
“It's not your fault.” She replies softly, playing with the various rings that occupy her fingers. “It’s my fault, all mine.” She finishes timidly, keeping her gaze trained on the ground.
Your head whips towards her with raised eyebrows and this time you don't hesitate to touch her. You place your hand gently on her back scooching closer to her. “What’s your fault?” You ask patiently.
“I- It’s- This! I can't give you this.” She burst out, looking you in the eyes with distress.
“This? What does that mean?”
“You want sex, and I can't be able to give that to you.” She responds, breaking eye contact with you. You can see the self-consciousness cloud her from the inside.
“No- no, we don't have to have sex if you don't want it. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that, we can go if you want.” You tell her rubbing small circles on her back.
“No, I want to be here with you. I- I never said I do not want to have sex with you, it's just that I don't know how.” She's quick to say.
You're confused now, eyebrows scrunched as you try to understand what she is saying.
“So you do want to have sex, but you don't?”
“No! It's just that I’ve…” She responds, speaking too soft for you to hear the last of what she is saying. She looks away from you again this time biting her lips harshly, worry overriding your system now.
“You what, baby? I couldn't hear you.” You tell her serenely, making sure to be patient with her.
“I’m a virgin, ok. I’ve never had sex, ever. And I just want to make sure that our first time is pleasurable for you, but I have no experience so that wouldn't be possible. I’ll never be able to make you feel as good as you would make me feel.” She pants out, turning her body away from you.
Sudden realization hits you and your heart pains at her confession. You are quick to grab her attention again, bringing your fingers up swiftly to her avoiding her chin, and lifting it up gently. Her uncertain eyes meet your soft ones.
“Oh Wanda, only you could ever make me feel such things that are way better than sex. I don't care if you are a virgin, that changes nothing because as long as I’m with you nothing is wrong.” You tell her dearly.
She jumps into your arms the next moment, letting out a soft sigh as she is back in your hold. You wrap your arms tighter around her kissing her shoulder as you rock her back and forth. She pulls her head back so she is now directly in your line of sight.
“I’m ready. But, I’ve never done anything like this so please be gentle with me.” She whispers.
You nod your head with a small smile. “Of course, tell me if anything is wrong. I'm glad to be your first,” You mention which makes her cheeks grow rosy.
She nods her head and that's when you carefully place one of your hands behind her soft locks on her head and the other around to the small of her back, taking her down so she is laying on the comforting blanket. Her lips are parted as she stares deep into your eyes, the connection never faltering.
You bring your head down slowly and trap her tender lips in a vehement kiss. Her eyes shutter close from the burst of emotions she is feeling right now in this special moment she is sure to hold sacred with her.
As the kiss starts to get more intense you slowly drag your hand from her back and trail it down delicately towards the slit in her dress. Your cool hands once again meet her skin, you can feel her slightly tense beneath you and you break away from the kiss whispering, “Remember, it's just me.” And that's all it takes for her to completely relax under you and grant you permission.
Your fingers meet her wet panties and a small smirk appears on your face, a witty reply on the tip of your tongue but you remind yourself now isn't the time. Your fingers slip past the soaked underwear, sliding them out of your way so you have access to her bare cunt.
Your fingers softly run over her arousal-coated folds and a shiver runs up her spine. The anticipation is too much for her so she breaks apart from the kiss, breath heavy as she finally opens her eyes and meets your vivid gaze. Your thumb starts to work at her clit with the right amount of pressure to make her spiral which releases a breathy moan from the woman beneath you. She sucks in more air as your pace around her clit starts to fasten and the pressure increases, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
She can never say she has felt this much intense pressure down there, she has always had build-up but has had to take care of it herself with the fear of telling you about her chasteness that held her down more than it should've. But the things she is feeling right now make her want to go back in time and have sex sooner, sad she missed out on such an elevating experience, but happy to first have it with you.
But it's when your fingers first enter her that makes her eyes pop open and breathing start to quicken, there is some resistance from her reluctant hymen, a small whine leaving her mouth from the moderate pain. Biting her lip to try and suppress the noise but quickly releasing the hold when you shake your head.
“I want to hear you.” You tell her softly.
It’s not much but it is enough to make her stomach flutter and with you finally breaking through her wall the build-up starts to get relieved slowly, making her yearn for more. Small mewls of gibberish released from her opened mouth.
“Faster.” She demands, hands coming up to your clothed back, gripping hard to show you her want for more. Her eyes stay trained on you, strong confidence keeping her afloat.
A small smile creeps its way onto her features from finally being able to know how it feels like to say and ask for a ‘faster’ pace and a blissful smile comes to your face at seeing her start to be comfortable enough to request more to satisfy her better.
It's not long before she is cumming, her lower body writhing beneath your hands while moving up to have your fingers further buried inside her. This new level of intimacy and closeness made her head spin madly, her hands coming up to the nape of her neck as she felt what it was like to experience sexual ecstasy for the first time. Her fingers squeezed your neck as her mouth hung open widely. It was more than nirvana for her when you kept eye contact with her throughout her orgasm and gently stroked your fingers in and out to ease her out of her high.
This wasn't a night she would forget for the rest of her life, and neither was it for you. Wanda was always aroused about how her first time would be, but with you, she knew that she had nothing to worry about. You were right because as long as you were together nothing would ever be wrong.
Heyoo! If requests are open, could I request Steven x Marc x reader where it's the readers time of the month and the boys take care of her? Steven being the sweet boy that he is, brings food, meds/a heating pad and gives cuddles 🥺 And Marc maybe offers relief of the...sexy variety? 👀
No but the timing is phenomenal. I just got out of a week of hell, pain and sleep due to my period and this is the perfect fic. Seriously. Hope you like it!!
18+, minors do not interact
Summary: A rather stressful day for you soon turns into a nightmare, luckily Marc and Steven are there for you.
Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!Reader, Marc Spector x fem!Reader
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: period, cramps, crying, hurt/comfort, mention of blood and injuries, fingering, unprotected shower sex (kind of).
Waking up at 3am due to excruciating pain in your lower belly was not ideal, what was even less ideal was the harrowing and petrifying feeling of something humid in your panties. You groaned, you sat up as carefully as possible, trying to not wake your boyfriends up, you didn't want to make Steven or Marc worry.
They had already done enough that day. You had come back home crying because of your job, you had clung to Steven as you ranted to him about how awful the whole day had been, Marc had cooked you dinner and he had fucked you until you had tapped out, spent and a little happier.
Now you were spent, tired and cranky and it wasn't even morning yet. You were upset, you were reaching your breaking point and you didn't know what to do anymore. It was insane how tiring it could be sometimes, you had never asked to have a period in the first place, let alone one that made you sob in the bathroom. You kept the door closed, trying your best to not wake them up.
It didn't work, well, you didn't try hard enough to make it work; that thought caused another wave of tears to stem from your eyes.
Steven tiptoed into the bathroom, you knew it was him by the sleepy look on his face, hooded eyes that were trying so hard to battle against his exhaustion. You stared at him, crouched down as your arms squeezed your lower belly, those cramps were going to be the death of you.
"Are you okay, love?" Steven muttered with a yawn, stepping in front of you with his brows raised. "I saw a- why are you crying?"
"Period." You managed to say through gritted teeth as another excruciating wave of pain hit your womb. "Cramps. Can't find my meds."
"Oh, darling, they're in the kitchen. I'll grab them for you, wait here."
He rushed out of the bathroom as you faintly nodded, eyes pinched shut as you tried your best to calm your breathing down. Hyperventilating wasn't going to do you any good. You coughed, which caused another wave of cramps to hit you straight in the face. You wanted to scream.
Steven came back a few seconds later with the meds in his grip, he handed them to you with a bottle of water and a heating pad, just for good measure. He knelt down to you and started petting your legs, running his long fingers up and down your thighs, your ankles, your knees, trying his best to soothe you.
It worked, the meds kicked in fairly quickly and you could finally breathe freely without feeling like shit. You sat up a little straighter, Steven looked up at you and kissed your lips, his hands still on your legs.
"I'll draw you a bath so we can soak in together, I'll go change the sheets while the tub fills up." He said it like it was nothing, basically routine and nothing more.
"Change the sheets?" You inquired.
"Don't, it's fine. It happens to everyone." He kissed you again before standing up and turning on the water. "Don't get in until I get back here, but you can take off your shirt if you want."
His little joke made you chuckle, you also realised how much you loved him. He made it seem so easy, so natural and normal that the embarrassment you had felt a few seconds before had already left your body. It happened, he didn't really care anyway and he also seemed to be comfortable with taking care of you.
Steven always took care of you, he always made sure to look after you whenever he could, it didn't matter how, but he kept an eye on you during the day; texting, calling, sending you videos over Instagram, it didn't matter, he always made sure to stay in contact and let you know he was there, just in case you needed him.
You heard rustling in the bedroom and a huff, Steven always found it annoying to put sheets on the bed, he always ended up fighting with the angles and he was a neat freak, which meant that everything had to be symmetrical. You heard him puff up the pillows, throw something on the mattress and then hum, satisfied with himself. You already missed being in bed with him.
"Done." He called from the bedroom, you sighed in relief and stretched your legs a little.
"Are you coming?" You asked, voiced a little raised so that he could hear you clearly.
A beat of silence and then a snort. "Definitely." Marc popped into the room with a smile on his face, he was only wearing his boxers and he had a new package of pads in his hands. "Found this, could be useful." He placed it on the sink and he looked down at you. "Did you sleep with that on?"
You looked down at your pyjama, it was a t-shirt both Marc and Steven wear -- you couldn't believe it at first, they never shared clothes -- and a pair of panties, which you should have taken off as soon as you got into the bathroom; you had been too out of the loop to think about it.
"Get in." Marc was undressing, he slid down his boxers and you looked at his arse as he stepped into the filled tub.
You undressed and got into the bathtub with him, your head rested on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your body. The water was hot, it was relaxing your muscles and mind, you were already growing tired and sleepy; perhaps the meds were also to be thanked for that.
Marc groaned and threw his head back, his fingers started to trace the outline of your stomach and you frowned, you weren't so fond of being touched there, you could feel your belly protrude more than usual, surely because you were bloated. You hid your face in his neck and gripped his wandering hands into yours, shaking your head quietly.
"Let me." He was already growing hard under your bum and you snorted. "What? You're naked and there's just... listen, I don't know. You look good, it's all."
"I'm bleeding, Marc."
"Yeah, well, you fucked me while I had an open cut on my forehead." He had a point, you did ride him after one of his missions with Khonshu. "Made a huge mess, poor Steven even wanted to change the mattress."
You chuckled before your breath got stuck in your throat when his fingers brushed over your clit. "It's different."
He didn't waste a minute, his fingers eased into you and you grabbed the edge of the bathtub. You had never done anything while on your period before, Steven wasn't a big fan of blood and he was always scared he was going to hurt you or make your cramps worse; you did blow him once or twice, but you never did anything else since Steven always felt guilty whenever he got to come and you didn't.
Marc didn't care. He had made it pretty obvious that period or no period, if he was in the mood he would get there if you allowed him. You kissed his lips while his index dipped into you, he pumped it in and out slowly, humming in your ear as you softly humped toward his hand. It was turning you on, the idea of Marc not giving a fuck about anything because he wanted you.
"It'll help you release some tension, god knows how much you need it."
He had a point, but you also knew he was being cheeky on purpose.
"Do you wanna fuck me?" It slipped out of your mouth when he touched your g-spot, rough fingers dragging over it as you mewled out his name. "This feels so good."
"Yeah, it does." He slipped his fingers out and he planted a kiss on your shoulder, smiling. "Sorry, but if I don't get inside you I might die."
You laughed, he had always been dramatic, it was nothing new to you. You loved it in those moments, though, you loved feeling important and desirable, even when you looked like a mess with your hair partially wet and your face a little flushed.
Marc pushed you forward, he grunted when he took his cock in his hand, he gave it two full strokes and then pressed it against your opening. You knew it was going to be fast and filled with not that many words, just moans and grunts from the both of you. Quickies weren't that common, they happened when you didn't have a lot of time -- due to a mission, Steven's job or your job -- but you all liked to take your time.
Marc bottomed out and you leaned on your hands and knees, facing the wall in front of you as he started to thrust back and forth, splitting you open on his cock as you moaned and whimpered. You didn't even want to know if you were making a mess or not, Marc seemed to be enjoying it as much as you, perhaps even more judging by his stuttering thrusts.
He draped himself over you, his chest rested on your back and his arm held you tight to his chest while his hand started to play with your clit. You moaned his name, head thrown back and eyes closed. You needed that orgasm, you needed to feel your body relax and let go for the rest of the night. Luckily you had a day off, and so did both Steven and Marc.
Your lower belly tightened and you let out a shaky breath, licking your lower lip and pushing back against Marc's cock, taking him deep and faster. He kept rubbing your clit, fast circles and flicks that made you pant and whine as you contracted around his dick, pulsing and throbbing as you came.
"Oh god, baby..." Your head fell forward as Marc gripped both of your hips, starting to fuck you faster and harder. "You're gripping me like a goddamn vice."
You chuckled. "You know you make me come like crazy."
Marc groaned and slammed his hips into yours, he cursed loudly and hurriedly pulled out. You looked back at him, a little confused at first before realising he was stroking his cock, aiming the red tip toward your ass. You felt his come land on your skin, his little stream of "shit, fuck, oh god" made you shiver and smile.
You didn't look down at the water when Marc drained the bathtub and filled it up again, he kept you warm with his body while the water rose up again, you snuggled closer to him, face hidden in his chest while he thoroughly washed your arms and legs.
"Are you tired?" You nodded and Marc hummed. "I'll take you to bed, come here."
Marc dried you up with soft towels that Steven kept stashed under the sink, he wrapped you in his bathrobe and then kissed the tip of your nose, promising you that once you were done getting dressed, he was going to put some white noise on so that you could sleep.
You put the t-shirt from before on, you tossed your stained panties into the hamper and applied a pad on your new ones. You dragged yourself into the bedroom, found a pair of comfortable shorts in a drawer and then collapsed on top of the bed. Marc came back into the bedroom with a new bottle of water and some more meds, surely Steven had left them on the kitchen counter.
You snuggled into his side, face hidden in his chest and legs pulled up to your chest. Marc kissed the back of your head, he kept tracing abstract shapes over your back and you managed to fall asleep.
You woke up late, you were sure you had opened the blinds the night before so that you could wake up at a decent hour, but apparently you had been wrong. They were shut tight, no light was filtering through them and the whole room was dark, you could barely see the palm of your hands.
You rolled around, stretching and groaning as your joints popped. You were relaxed, you had slept wonderfully after it all, Marc had surely helped you relieve some stress. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes with a yawn, you heard some pots and pans clang in the kitchen and you rolled back down between the sheets, pulling them up to your chin.
You weren't in pain anymore, but your abdomen was still tight and a little sore. You glanced at your nightstand but there was nothing on it, you let out a frustrated huff and hid your face into your pillow.
Steven had a sixth sense, you were sure of it.
He popped his head into the room, you knew it was him by the way he walked.
"Are you awake, love?" You hummed in response. "Alright, alright. I brought you food, a heating pad and some meds. I think Marc has forgotten to leave them on your nightstand last night."
"I bloody love you, Steven." You meant it even more at that moment, you reached out for the meds and he gave them to you, kissing your hand before letting you go. "Come in bed with me."
"I will, I will. But you need to go change your pad, or tampon -- well, you need to change down there, especially if it's a tampon. It's been almost eight hours. That's why I came here to wake you up." He hurriedly said, no embarrassment clouded his features, it was the most obvious and ordinary thing in the world for him. "I left one of each on the sink, I didn't know which one you wanted."
You kissed him on the lips and headed to the bathroom. You changed, washed your face and changed clothes, putting on a sports bra since your breasts were getting sore. You headed back into the bedroom, Steven had slightly opened the blinds and he was already in bed, a tray of food on his lap.
"I made you pancakes." You crawled closer to him and sat beside him. "You should eat before taking your meds, unless you're still in a lot of pain." You didn't have the time to reply. "Here, take this."
You ended up lying on your back, a heating pad on your belly and Steven by your side, he cut up your food and handed it to you, bite after bite. You couldn't even lift a finger without him objecting to it, claiming you needed rest and comfort since it was going to be a heavy flow kind of day.
Sometimes it still weirded you out how much he knew about you.
Once you were done eating, Steven turned on the TV and chose your favourite show, he lowered the volume so that it could be faintly heard without it disturbing you. You ended up curled on his chest, toes pressed in his thigh and fingers tangled in his shirt. He kissed you gently, a small peck that made you eager for more.
"Nope." He grabbed your wandering hand, moving it away from his thigh. "You've done enough activity for the day."
"Did Marc tell you?" You asked, cheeks rosy.
"We were co-conscious." He shrugged and kissed your forehead, brushing his fingers down your cheeks. "You have a great back, have I ever told you that?"
You laughed, pulled him close and kissed him until he was out of breath. You couldn't believe your luck, you had the best boyfriends in the whole world.
Wanda: Y/N! Come here!
Y/N runs in and Wanda smiles.
Wanda: she’s kicking! Feel it!
Y/N runs their hand across Wanda’s belly.
Y/N: oh my…this kid’s gonna be a soccer star!
Wanda: she better dedicate her first World Cup to us!
Rogers Family Recipe
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Steve is homesick for the 40’s and the best cure is his mothers old chocolate chip cookies.
Warnings: mostly fluff, a tinge of angst cause it’s me, a homesick Stevie
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: this is a little something I whipped up for @mayasreadingnook’s Cookie Celebration. Maya you are a sweetheart, thank you for being such a nice and supportive friend - I love and appreciate you so much
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The delicious smell of melting butter and chocolate filled the kitchen and wafted throughout the apartment, and for the first time that morning you heard Steve stir in his bedroom.
With a click of the door opening, he shuffled along the hallway to the kitchen where you finally noticed his scruffy hair and sweats that looked as though they had been slept in the past couple days.
At least you got him out of bed. Your plan was working so far.
“Morning sleepy head.” You greeted with a smile as you continued cleaning the mess you had made in his kitchen. Before responding Steve took a sneak peak at the tray of chewy chocolate chip cookies baking in his oven, a suppressed smile crossing his face.
“You know, this wasn’t the reason why I gave you a key to my place.” Steve motioned to his counter that was currently covered in flour and dirty dishes. “For emergencies only.”
“This was an emergency though! You haven’t been out of this apartment all week so I made the executive decision that you needed a pick-me-up.” You rationalised fervently, and Steve’s mouth twitched into an amused smile before reverting just as quickly.
“You keeping tabs on me now?” He simply asked, an air of amusement in his voice rather than irritation.
“Isn’t that what friends are for?” You regretted the use of the word ‘friend’ instantly as the pang in your chest burned with such a ferocity that you were sure the pain was clear on your face.
If Steve noticed your affliction, he didn’t mention it.
Although, from your experience, he was just about the most oblivious man when it came to any romantic pursuits - whether that had been from multiple SHIELD agents who didn’t even wait a week after he emerged from the ice before attempting to seduce him, or any of the flirty conversations you had shared which only led to your further confusion concerning if he reciprocated your feelings.
“I don’t know, seems like all that results in is you breaking into my place and using the last of my butter.” He chucked, the action loosening his shoulders, as if they now bared slightly less weight than before.
“I promise I’ll buy you more, as long as you promise to venture out to the mystifying land of the supermarket with me to get it.” Steve chuckled again, bringing a smile to your face. Though his presence itself had a habit of doing that.
“So that was your plan all along, use up all my food so I have no option but to leave the apartment. Sneaky.” He raised his eyebrows at you, a grin curving on his lips.
“Oh no, you’ve foiled my evil plan to get you to go outside.” You feigned chagrin, rolling your eyes in jest but matching the smile he expressed when your eyes fell upon him again.
“Doll, you know I’d go anywhere with you.” He commented with a seriousness that your joking conversation hadn’t previously held.
Not knowing how to respond to that in a way which didn’t have your face heating up hotter than the oven currently baking the cookies, you let the room fall into silence, taking that as a cue to continue cleaning the used dishes.
Reaching for the bowl you mixed the cookie dough in, your hand brushed Steve’s as he had the same thought, causing goosebumps to race up your arm
“I made the mess, I’ve got it.” You assured him, but the words clearly weren’t convincing enough as he didn’t move a muscle. “Stevie.” His name fell as a plea from your lips. It was only then that he reluctantly pulled his hand away, however, he refused to break the steady eye contact you shared, causing a kaleidoscope of butterflies to awaken in your stomach.
It wasn’t until a few seconds later, when the timer for the cookies went off, did either of you look away.
Steve grabbed the hot hands before you could reach for them, and pulled open the oven door prior to you being able to open your mouth in protest.
While the cookies cooled down, you and Steve cleaned the rest of the dishes. It took slightly longer than it should have given you decided to slash soapy water at him, but by the time you were finished, the chewy chocolate chip cookies had cooled sufficiently to start eating.
“Now don’t sugar coat it, if you hate them, you can tell me.” You knew Steve was too much of a gentleman to ever say anything negative about a favour someone had performed for him, but the small huff and shake of his head you received, as if you say of course I’m not going to dislike something you made for me was reward enough for saying it.
As soon as he took a single bite, you could tell he had been transported back home to when he was a young boy eating his mothers cooking. Closing his eyes, he let out a strong hum of satisfaction and the biggest smile you had seen from him in weeks blossomed on his face.
“How on Earth did you manage to find Ma’s recipe?” He asked unprompted, which was about the highest compliment you could have received when imitating someone else’s recipe. “No one else could ever get them as gooey as she could until now.”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” You joked and the genuine smile which he returned made your heart flutter. “So you like them?”
“I love them.” And I love you, you thought, though you didn’t give voice to the feeling. “They’re exactly like the ones Ma used to make to try to fatten me up. Was forever telling me I was too skinny.” A reminiscent smile pulled at his lips before he took another eagar bite.
You watched him for a minute as he enjoyed each mouthful of warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie before grabbing one for yourself. After taking a keen bite of the sugary goodness, Steve suppressed a laugh before using his thumb to wipe something from the corner of your mouth.
“Chocolate.” He justified rather shyly in response to what you only could have assumed was a stunned expression on your part.
You each chewed your cookies in comfortable silence, and all you could notice was how Steve’s shoulders were now infinitely more relaxed than when he made his first appearance that morning.
When you both finished eating, feeling too full to take another bite, Steve looked at you with a mixture of admiration, something which resembled deep longing, and hesitation.
“What?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Just… thank you.” Steve said sincerely, pulling you into his chest, his soft sweats feeling comfortable under your skin and his strong arms around your shoulders making you feel protected, secure. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” He whispered into your ear as the embrace lingered, neither of you moving to pull away.
“I’m glad I could bring back a piece of your past to cure a bit of your homesickness.” You matched his soft tone, running your fingers along the contours of his muscular back, relishing being this close to him for the first time before he would inevitably leave your arms.
Steve pulled away ever so slightly so he could look you directly in the eye before he spoke.
“Doll, as much I appreciate the kind gesture, and as wonderful and accurate as the cookies are, it’s really you who makes this world feel like home.” You could have sworn in that moment your heart stopped completely.
“Steve…” Your mind was racing so fast that your speech couldn’t keep up.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready for whatever this is between us, or what it could lead to - I’m still adapting to life here and you more than anyone has seen how difficult it has been for me, but what I do know is you’re the reason I want to learn and adjust. You give me purpose.” The pure conviction in his voice, and the certainty in his dazzling eyes made you glad he was supporting your weight, in fear of your knees giving out otherwise.
“I’m with you every step of the way Stevie.” You reminded him, trying to replicate the sincerity in his own voice and convey how devoutly you felt the sentiment.
His soft lips placed a lingering kiss to your forehead, the apples of your cheeks warming in response to the intimate act.
Maybe he wasn’t entirely ready for anything more at this stage, but for the meanwhile, his embrace was the perfect place to call home.
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Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief
Summary: Peter Parker instantly falls for the Princess of Asgard and the Goddess of Mischief and decides to show him a few tricks she has up her sleeve
Word Count: 8.3k
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI
A/N: Things have been changed around from the canon storylines in the MCU, Peter is 21 and a college student
There weren't enough words in the Asgardian language to describe the amount of rage that burned in your veins, hell there weren't enough words in any Midgardian language for that matter.
After everything he has done so far, after every failure, he still has the audacity to keep trying.
Your father was an ambitious man, you'd give him that. But even his ambition wasn't enough to save him from his own offspring.
The click of your heels against the linoleum floors were sharp and clipped as you moved with a purpose. Wisps of hair tickling your face that you couldn't even be half bothered to put back in place, which in of itself was out of character for you as your appearance was always perfected down to the very last strand of hair. But after the hellish trip through the rainbow bridge as well as your current situation, all you could be bothered to care about was making sure your father knew how much of a fool he was.
Only an idiot tries to take over the same place twice.
The air of the Avengers compound was stale down in the cells. Everything you had seen so far was monotonous and boring. You knew not to expect much coming to Midgard but it was an even bigger let down than you were originally led to believe.
You had't met the Avengers yet, too pissed at your father to waste another second not reprimanding him, so you had Thor lead you to him straight away. You passed empty cell after empty cell with Thor in the lead, until he came to a stop in front of the cell which contained Loki.
You stood in front of the glass cell, arms crossed. Your father raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.
"I see you agreed to the arrangement then."
"I did," you jutted your chin out, "No thanks to you."
"You should have stayed home-"
"No. You don't get to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. You lost that privilege after your first attempt at conquering Midgard."
Loki narrowed his eyes, "I am your father--"
"And yet here I am, fixing another one of your messes," you said with a mirthless laugh, gesturing around you.
He shut his mouth, and finally addressed his brother, "What's the next step now, seeing as you kidnapped your own niece."
"I didn't kidnap her. She agreed to this to help you," Thor said seriously, clearly offended that Loki would accuse him of kidnapping you. "They'll release you within a month. (Y/N) will remain the ward of Midgard for a year, as long as you can prove that you will no longer be a threat to this realm."
Loki snickered, shaking his head. "My own daughter in the hands of a bunch of Midgardians...” he trailed off. “I appreciate the gown you chose for today."
You tsked, "I figured someone should properly represent your name if you were going to keep pulling these stunts," you replied, gesturing to the expensive Asgardian gown you wore in his colors. Green with golden detailing.
"Perhaps you should try having more faith in me-"
"I do have faith in you," you snapped, "But It is your missteps that continuously lead to your downfall."
It was quiet for a few beats until Thor broke the silence, "She should meet the others now."
"Very well," Loki nodded, "Be prepared for them all to be very unpleasant, especially Stark. He thinks he's funny."
"I'll visit you later father," you said, turning to walk back down the hall, "Oh," you stopped, throwing over your shoulder, "If you ever put me through the pain of believing you were dead again, I'll kill you myself." You stalked back down the hall, not checking to see if Thor was following.
Loki looked at his brother, "That bad?"
"She was inconsolable. You broke her heart, brother," he said with a shake of his head, "You broke all of our hearts."
Loki looked back to your retreating figure as Thor now followed, staring regretfully after you.
You were stuck in your head now, deep in thought after seeing your father for the first time in a long time.
Thor had told you that the Avengers had gathered to greet you and discuss the next steps from here. It truthfully sounded like a very boring affair, more so when you thought about the more productive things you could be doing back home.
In fact, that was the thing that irked you the most about these Midgardians requesting this of you. They must have been under the impression that your time wasn't important, as if the title "Princess" and "Goddess" were simply just for show.
Eventually a man came into view, waiting outside two large doors. He grinned upon seeing both you and Thor.
"Nice to see you two finally bothered to show up," he laughed.
"I apologize for keeping all of you waiting, Stark. She wanted to speak to her father first."
Tony lowered his glasses, giving you a once over, "Why? Planning on getting the band back together?"
"Excuse you?" You deadpanned only making him laugh.
He turned to Thor, "I can see where she gets her humor from," he said sarcastically, before finally introducing himself, "I'm Tony Stark. You might know me as Iron Man, I don't really know what names get around on Asgard or wherever."
"I'm not familiar with either."
"Ouch. I'll pretend not to be offended. Ready to meet the others?"
"Then let's go Game of Thrones," he said, turning around and heading towards the closed doors.
"My father warned me about your humorous wit," you said sarcastically.
"Good. I wasn't sure he noticed."
Stark pushed open one of the meeting room doors, holding it for you and Thor. You were immediately greeted with the sight of numerous costume clad superheroes, the sight made you roll your eyes and once again think about what you could be doing back home instead.
You stalked to the front of the room wordlessly, with not a single misstep, presenting yourself elegantly.
Thor took his spot beside you as Tony stood opposite of you. The others in the room were quiet, you knew they were assessing you. Your father had tried taking over their realm twice so you understood that judgement would be all that you received during your stay.
So you wouldn't give them anything to judge.
Thor grinned beside you for the first time since the meeting with his brother.
"This is my niece (Y/N) Lokidottir. Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Mischief." Thor spoke the words with pride. He always had, he was convinced that raising you was his brother's best accomplishment.
You took the few moments of silence following your introduction to study their eyes and even you had to hand it to some of them, a few had eyes cold as stone. The red head and the one with the metal arm specifically. But there are always a few that communicated everything with a simple gaze.
Your eyes landed on the smallest male in the room. The look in them was not a foreign one. You had many suitors back on Asgard that would sing praises about your beauty daily, and the look in this boy's eyes was the same... maybe a bit more... pathetic. It made a smug grin fit itself on your face.
Stark finally spoke.
"You can add Ward of Midgard," he laughed.
Your smile fell.
"Anyway. As I explained earlier, our arrangement with S.H.I.E.L.D. is to detain Loki for the next month or so before sending him back to Asgard. If he can play nice for the next year he can get his daughter back." You noticed the one with the shield shaking his head. It was nice to know that not all of them agreed with these terms. "If he can't, we keep her until he can. Until then, I came up with a few precautionary measures for our new house guest."
You stiffened, "I was not told about this."
"That's because I just came up with them this morning." Tony said, opening a folder. He began passing out its contents, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."
"Why weren't we told about this earlier?" Natasha asked., clearly annoyed.
"Is no one listening? I just came up with it."
"I'm not doing this," Bucky said, "I have better things to do than babysit an alien chick-" You raised your hand, making Bucky's metal hand clasp over his mouth and everyone turn to you in shock.
"'Goddess of Mischief'" you said, "It will serve you well to remember it." You dropped your hand, releasing him.
It was silent... until it wasn't, "And that is why we're doing this babysitting protocol. She's Loki's daughter, she needs to earn our trust."
"I can assure you, (Y/N) is very trustworthy," Thor said, coming to your defense.
"You also said you trusted your brother," Steve spoke up.
"Yes but (Y/N) is different. She'd never hurt anyone."
"My mouth hurts," Bucky muttered to himself.
"Again, she earns our trust first," Tony said. "Anyone with 'Mischief' in their name needs a trial run. Now onto this schedule..."
You rolled your eyes... Perhaps being on your best behavior was going to be more difficult than you had previously thought.
Quite honestly... Peter could have fainted when he saw you. He didn't even notice ha had stopped breathing until he coughed from the lack of air.
He felt like someone should have warned him better, because when Tony said, "Come meet Loki's kid later," did not count as a heads up.
This whole situation just felt so fucking unfair all of a sudden.
And being the devastatingly hopeless romantic that he was, he could only form one coherent thought:
You were fucking ethereal
You were so beautiful Peter felt like he could cry and scream about it, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone actually has before.
And the chill that he got when Thor introduced you, was enough to make him worship you -- a goddess.
Peter was quite convinced that he would be making a shrine to you as soon as he got home that night.
Peter swallowed nervously, his grip tightening on the fabric of his jeans.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "You cool Peter?"
He blinked in quick succession, only partially being broken from his trance, "Huh- yeah..." He suddenly trailed off when you looked directly at him.
Your gaze was intense and he could have sworn he watched a flash of green flare in them, making him gulp.
Sam whistled lowly, noticing the small interaction, "Someone's gonna be dangerous for you... Can't say I blame ya though." He hummed, eyeing you.
Tony's voice suddenly cut into Peter's mind, "I've come up with different shifts for everyone to keep an eye on her. That way she'll be under constant surveillance by at least one person."
That was the moment Peter retained nothing else, only trying to comprehend that he was going to have to be with you alone multiple times that week.
Peter would remain in a daze for the rest of the week, only staring at his name on the schedule that Tony handed out at the meeting:
PETER PARKER: FRIDAY 3pm-10pm, SATURDAY 3pm-10pm, SUNDAY 3pm-10pm
He couldn't even be mad how late his shift was on Sunday when he had an 8:30 class the next day, because let's be real, Peter had the chance to be alone with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
The day came a lot faster than he had anticipated, but he guess that's what happens when you float through the entire week on cloud nine.
But now Peter felt like he was laying at the bottom of a pit.
His heart beat quickly with anxiety the entire day, his palms were sweaty, and he was completely tongue tied making it embarrassing enough to talk to classmates that day that he didn't even want to think about how he was going to embarrass himself in front of you later that afternoon.
But soon enough, it was 2:50, and Peter found himself back at the Avengers compound to "babysit" you.
He licked his lips nervously as Happy led him into the building.
"What's got you all worked up? Well- more than usual?" Happy threw over his shoulder, noticing how fidgety Peter was acting, "Is it your tingle? The spider-tingle?"
Peter shook his head, not finding it in him to come up with a clever quip, "No."
"Is it because you need to watch Loki's kid, because she's really not that bad to handle, but I can get someone to cover your shift if--"
"NO!" Peter shouted, suddenly widening his eyes and clearing his throat at his little outburst.
Happy turned around in surprise before clocking in on what was going on based on Peter's composure, "Oh, I get it. Word of advice, because I know you're gonna do it. Don't talk too much, she doesn't like talking. Just let her read her books and you'll be on her good side."
Peter's eyes shined at the advice, "No talking, got it."
Happy turned back around, proceeding towards the library where Peter assumed you were currently in. "And another piece of advice," he said, reaching for the door handle, looking down at Peter before opening it, "Don't even think about going for it. She's Loki's daughter, kid. And just as terrifying."
Peter pursed his lips, "...She's also related to Thor, so..."
Happy scoffed, "And inherited none of his traits." He opened the door, letting Peter go in first.
Peter noticed the back of Bucky's head as he walked into the library, but only for a second as his eyes landed on you.
And again, the sight of you took his breath away. He was almost hoping that he hadn't remembered you correctly and you weren't even a quarter of how beautiful as he thought, but he was proven oh so very wrong.
You laid across one of the couches in the reading area, leaning against the arm, in one of your beautiful Asgardian gowns. The light from the windows filtered into the room, forming a halo around your body.
You looked like a goddamned renaissance painting.
It was then that Peter took in what was happening, and... well he wasn't sure if he really understood what was happening.
"You two are still at it?" Happy asked, shaking his head before turning to Peter, "I swear, every time Bucky has to watch her the two have a staring contest the entire time. I think they're trying to figure out who has the more intense stare." Happy then walked over to you both, waving a hand in front of Bucky's eyes, "You're off duty Buck, you can both blink again. Also Steve invited you to go train with him once you were done here."
Bucky grunted before standing up. He noticed Peter on his way out and raised a brow, muttering a "Good luck" which sounded like he had absolutely no faith in Peter to survive the next seven hours alone with you.
"Right." Happy nodded, "(Y/N)'s free to go to all the common areas, her room, and the bathroom. Stay out of the labs, away from the cells. Thor is her designated escort to go see her father so you have no business being down there. Anything else, just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. Sound good?"
Peter just nodded, not being able to take his eyes away from you as you stared back at him.
Happy looked back and forth between the two of you, "Good lord," he sighed, "Don't forget that you're on camera (Y/N)," he called over to you before taking his leave.
Now it was just you and Peter. You watched as he tentatively took a seat where Bucky had been previously sitting.
He gulped again, eyes flickering all over the place, feeling uncomfortable under your gaze. It was a weird feeling for him to be speechless, but he couldn't form a coherent thought around you.
You finally looked away, reaching for a book that you had placed on the table beside the couch you were on. Your fingers carded through the pages until landing on the page Peter assumed you must've left off on.
It would be silent for the next half hour before Peter finally found it in him to speak up.
"What are you reading...?" He asked cautiously. He knew Happy said you didn't like talking, but it felt weird to sit in complete silence the entire time.
"Game of Thrones," you hummed, and dear God... he forgot how euphonious your voice was considering he only heard you speak a few sentences earlier that week. "Stark keeps calling me 'Game of Thrones', and I don't like when people below me speak things that go over my head."
Peter laughed awkwardly, until he realized you weren't joining him, making his awkward chuckle turn into a cough. "Yeah... that sounds like Mr. Stark."
It was silent again... and Peter was starting to regain his uncontrollable urge to speak again.
"So uh... what were you and Bucky doing?"
You hummed, "I like Bucky," you said, not answering his question, but hey, if you were willing to talk, Peter wasn't going to stop you. "There's a lot of pain in his eyes."
"And you like that?" Peter asked suspiciously.
"I'm partial to broken things," your eyes looked up from your book, once again locking with his, "Tell me Peter... are you a broken thing?"
Peter spluttered as he felt an uncontrollable heat crawl up the back of his neck, and once again, he found himself unable to form any words.
You cut off his broken stutters, "I see pain in your eyes too, different... but it’s there."
"I mean-- yeah I guess. Who doesn't have a story, right?" He chuckled uncomfortably, "I don't think anything I've been through compares to Bucky's past though, y'know? Maybe that’s why it looks different? Or something, like you said—“
"You talk when your nervous," you noted.
"Wha- yeah, I guess I do--"
"Do I make you nervous?"
Peter's eyes widened and he truly felt helpless under your gaze as you waited for his response, "Um... "
"Why do I make you nervous?"
Peter bit his lip, looking away from you, "Well... you're a Princess... and a Goddess from another planet. I'm not really sure how to talk to you."
"From what I heard from the others, that's never seemed to stop you before."
Peter looked at you with wide eyes, "Have-- Have you been talking about me with the others?"
"Yes," you easily admitted, "You intrigue me Peter Parker. From the moment I saw you in the meeting room."
Peter felt like a fish out of water, mouth falling and closing shut as he searched for the words to respond to that. He almost didn't want to believe you, it felt too surreal. "Why would I..."
You shrugged, "You're different than the others. I can tell you have a kindness your friends do not possess."
He thought back to all the times he showed villains mercy where he knew the other Avengers wouldn’t, and he was to compelled to agree with you, just a little bit, "Maybe a little... but the others are heroes too."
And for the first time, Peter saw you smile and if you were pretty before, he was sure he was going to have to take a few days off in order to cope with how pretty you were now.
"I said, 'come here'," you laughed gently.
Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, walking over to you as you swung your legs over the couch to make a space for him while placing your book back down. He sat on the opposite end of the couch so that there was an empty cushion between you and you laughed once again at his tentativeness. You moved over, the side of your body pressing against his as he gulped, staring straight ahead of him.
You gazed at his side profile for a moment, and you did have to admit-- this Midgardian was quite cute.
Most of the men back on Asgard were too proud for their own good, and you found that too much pride made a man insufferable... but Peter? Was a breath of fresh air.
You promised not to get too ahead of yourself though as he still was a Midgardian. At least now you couldn't fault your Uncle for finding some sort if interest in that Jane woman he had told you so much about.
"I like you Peter."
Peter turned to look at you, eyebrows drawn together in utter confusion, "But you barely know me," he said, voice high pitched and flustered.
"And you barely know who I am, however that hasn't stopped you from being attracted to me either," you said challengingly.
"Are you-- Are you saying you're attracted to me?"
You studied him, a silence filling the air between the two of you. Your faces were only a few inches apart and you wanted to attempt something, so you leaned forward and--
A sudden shock of Peter’s spider sense going off caused him to jump backwards, back bending along the arm of the couch, staring at you with panic as he assessed that yes, you had just leaned in to kiss him.
Peter continued to gaze at you with his panic stricken expression, as your face slowly morphed into a look of glee, and he could have sworn your eyes flashed green again with magic.
"You're fun," You said breathlessly, "You are nothing like the men back home."
You placed a hand on his shoulder to draw him in once more, before saying, "I would like to get to know you some more Peter Parker."
"Are you gonna try to kiss me again?" he rushed out.
"Would you like me too?"
"Yes-- No-- I mean-- I don't know what the protocol is here."
"There is no protocol. I may be a ward of Midgard but I am still the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief. I will be gone within a year. So would you like to kiss me before I go?"
He bit his lip, contemplating the correct answer before slowly nodding.
"I would like that too." you grinned, before an idea came to mind. You hadn't seen your father in quite a bit due to Thor being busy, so you decided to use this as an opportunity, "But first, I need a favor from you Peter Parker."
"I would like to visit my father."
Peter's face dropped, "I'm sorry Princess but I can't do that."
"I know you're not supposed to, but my Uncle has gone back to visit Asgard a few days ago and I haven't been able to see my father since I first arrived and I am asking you because I think you are kind enough. The others would never take me to visit him."
Peter looked away, contemplating his options. You were right in saying that the others would never let you see your father.
"Can we wait until your uncle-- I mean, Thor, comes back?"
You sighed, leaning away from him and Peter immediately missed your closeness, "I suppose. However he isn't meant to come back for quite a bit. My grandfather, Odin, will be waking up from the Odinsleep in a while, and my Uncle needs to be there for Asgard until that time comes. I'm worried I won't be able to see my father before they free him by the end of the month."
"Oh... Then, maybe, just for a short while, I could maybe accompany you in the cells--" he conceded.
"You would?" you asked, immediately leaning in close to him again, "I would only need a few minutes and you could stay with me the entirety of the meeting. Then afterwards... I would like to get to understand you better Peter."
Peter found himself nodding like a lovesick fool. "Okay..." Suddenly he remembered what he would need in order to get you down there, "It's not going to be easy. I need to find the code for the cell room and there's going to be guards."
"Well... perhaps if you would allow me. I could bewitch the guards so that we could sneak past." Peter suddenly narrowed his eyes, so you backtracked seeing as you were willing to do whatever need be in order to see your father once more, "Unless you would like to do it another way? I won't use my magic if it makes you feel uneasy. I only want to see my father before he leaves, not get you nor I in any trouble."
Peter nodded, "As long as you don't hurt them then I guess it's fine."
"There's also the issue with the cameras."
"I can bewitch them as well."
"Alright then," and slowly Peter started smiling at the prospect of going on a little adventure with you. "First we need to go into one of the labs to find the code. I'll have to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database to find the passcode but it shouldn't be too hard. I had to do it before and it wasn't too bad."
You grinned, "Perfect."
You followed Peter as he led you to one of the labs as he refused to let you out of his sight-- you assumed he wanted to do something correctly since he would be breaking multiple rules for you.
It didn't take long for him to find the passcode, thoroughly impressing you as you couldn't even begin to understand the complexities of their technology. And he was leading you down to the bottom floor in no time, making sure to point out all of the cameras along the way.
Peter didn't even need to ask you to bewitch the guards because he immediately noticed a green fog in their eyes the moment they came into view. He glanced back at you a bit nervously but seeing as his Spider-Sense hadn't been triggered by you, he figured that you really weren't planning anything.
He felt bad not trusting you as you had seemed sincere when speaking to him along with Thor vouching for your trustworthiness, and he knew he shouldn't judge someone based on the actions of their parents, but you made him nervous... but again that could just be because you were so fucking pretty.
Punching in the passcode, Peter shoved the piece of paper he wrote the numbers on into his pocket before leading you to your father-- well, it was more like he was wandering the cell blocks, looking for Loki seeing as he had never been down here before.
As Peter stumbled around, you stalked down the hall with a purpose, Peter not missing how elegant your walk was.
And soon the two of you were in front of your father's cell.
Loki was sitting up on the bed once he noticed your approach, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked from you to Peter.
Peter felt a chill run down his spine as Loki studied him.
You quirked a brow, “Have you forgotten already father? He had to leave for Asgard a few days prior.”
”Right,” He nodded, glancing at Peter briefly, “I presumed you were just avoiding me.”
You laughed, “Of course not. You should thank Peter for allowing me to see you before you leave.”
”I see… Are you that Spider-Boy…?” Loki asked.
Peter shifted on his feet, glancing back at you, “It’s Man. Spider…Man.” He finished awkwardly.
”Ah…” Loki nodded, turning back to you, “How have your accommodations been?”
”Fine I suppose. Stark has his men watching me around the clock so it could be better.”
Loki scoffed, ”They’re infantalizing you.”
”Yes, but I can’t blame them. You haven’t set a very good example so I can see why they don’t trust me.”
Loki rolled his eyes, moving onto the next thing, “I need to apologize to you. I would have liked to do it in private but seeing as I won’t see you for a year, I should do it now.”
“Go on,” you nodded.
“What I did to you was… unfair. I should have let you know, but I didn’t and what’s done is done now, and I can’t take away the pain I caused you for my ruse. So… I’m sorry.”
You jutted your chin out, holding back the tears that pricked behind your eyes at his words. You gave him a curt nod. “Unfortunately I cannot accept your apology, but I do thank you for it… I care about you deeply father, so I ask you to please, never pull a stunt like that again… or at least tell me before you do.”
You nodded once more, knowing that his word to you was the only word he would never go back on.
“Good. We’ll be heading back now.”
”Very well. I love you (Y/N).”
The words sounded foreign. Despite the obvious care you both held for each other it was simply not in your natures to voice them, but sometimes, very rarely, he could ignore what was ingrained in him.
And so could you.
”I love you too father. Have a good night.”
After you bid your farewells, you and Peter were taking your leave.
Peter was quiet as he followed you out with a feeling of guilt weighing heavy on his heart.
He had been so distracted by your appearance and fancy titles that he had almost forgotten you were human— actually he wasn’t sure whether you were human or not, but you clearly had feelings and your situation was truly dawning on him.
He felt like an intruder, watching the interaction between you and Loki, almost like it wasn’t meant for his eyes and ears. But he knew that whatever Loki had done, it had hurt you. And as selfish as it was Peter liked seeing this vulnerable side of you.
”Let’s go to my room.”
”Huh—?” Peter asked, staring at the back of your head, “Are you sure?”
”Are the guards—“
”They returned to normal once we were out of sight,” you said as you stepped into the elevator with Peter.
”Go to the library first. We need to make it seem as if we were leaving from there.”
Peter did as you said, going to the library where you two had assumed your earlier positions before you stopped bewitching the cameras. From there, the two of you left to go to your bedroom.
Once there, Peter watched as you situated yourself on your bed while he stood awkwardly by the door.
He noticed the look in your eyes now seemed distant than they were earlier. Peter understood that he didn't know you very well-- in fact, he had only known you for about four hours in total but even still, he had a feeling that this faraway look in your eyes was not who you typically were.
"Can I... ask you something?" Peter asked with hesitation, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked around your barely lived in room.
You blinked, almost as if remembering he was still there, "Yes."
"I don't mean to pry but... what did Loki do to you? It just seems like something happened between the two of you," he said, fumbling with his words.
You pursed your lips with a hum, debating whether or not to share your sob story with him. But you guessed that after you left you wouldn't be seeing him ever again so... why not?
"I don't know what Midgard knew of my father's antics before he tried conquering Midgard again, but he faked his own death."
Peter nodded in recognition, "Yeah, I actually did hear about that."
"Yes... and he lied to me too."
"He didn't... you believed he was dead too?"
You nodded, "I believed he was dead for years... So imagine my surprise when my Uncle comes to me, telling me my own father who we both believed to be dead-- who we held a funeral for, was captured on Midgard and I was to replace him as Midgard's ward in order to free him." You continued, "I’ve seen him for one of the first times in years, just to be without him for another year."
You stared across the room and Peter continued to gaze into the distant look in your eyes. He found it quite ironic how you were saying you liked broken things when Peter could see that you were feeling just as broken.
But suddenly, you snapped out of it and looked up at Peter.
"But enough about that. I'd prefer to hear you speak instead. Come, sit." You invited, patting a free space on your bed.
Peter walked over, starting to feel a little bit more comfortable around you as he sat at the end of the bed, leaving more than enough space between you both.
"You called yourself Spider-Man?" You asked, remembering what he had said when you both visited Loki.
"Yeah," Peter grinned, "That’s my um, alias.”
”I see,” you hummed, “You seem to be much younger than the others.”
”Yeah, when I was 15 I got bitten by this radioactive spider and it gave me superpowers, so I kinda got into the game pretty early on.” He shrugged.
”What kind of powers did you receive?”
“Oh y’know… super strength, speed, flexibility… I guess that’s the normal stuff when you think of super powers.”
You moved closer to him, making him blush even though there was still plenty of space between you both. “Did the bite make you humble as well or was that always apart of you?”
Peter blushed harder, laughing awkwardly as you fixed him once again with one of your intense gazes.
”I-um— I dunno,” he stuttered, before finding himself into another one of his ramblings, “Another cool thing I got though is this spider sense, so I can like tell when I’m in danger before something happens.”
This really piqued your interest, “Really now? To what extent?”
”I’m not too sure… like one time I was able to tell the milk was spoiled before I drank it, and like before… when you leaned in, I knew you were going to kiss me, that’s why my reaction was kinda, uh, violent…” He trailed off.
You quirked a brow, “So you think I’m dangerous?”
”No!” He yelped, “It’s just— I was able to tell you were going to do something kind of, I dunno, but it’s like I think you kissing me would have surprised me which is why it triggered my spider sense— do you know what I mean?”
You laughed at his desperation, “So, if I tried to kiss you again, would you move away?”
You hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him down.
”W-what are you doing?”
“Relax Peter. You’ve been on edge for hours now. Are you usually like this?” You asked.
Peter eyed you warily, allowing you to push him down onto your bed, gasping when you straddled his lap.
He jerked up onto his elbows, looking frantically around the room, “Are there cameras in here. If Mr. Stark sees this then—“
”Shh,” you hushed, placing a finger on his lips, his wide eyes meeting yours again. “I’ll take that as a yes. And no, there are no cameras in here.”
Peter felt even more on edge now. You were setting off his spider sense with whatever you were planning making him feel stuck between a rock and a hard place.
On the one hand he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, this was technically fraternizing with the enemy seeing as you were Loki’s daughter and Mr. Stark didn’t trust you yet but on the other hand… here was a goddess practically throwing herself at him.
You placed both hands on his chest and pushed back down again and he allowed you to.
You leaned over him, placing both hands on either side of his head, your hair draping down around his face.
”You look scared Peter.”
”I’m sorry.” He rushed out in a single, high pitched breath.
”Don’t be,” you lilted, dragging a finger along his jaw, “I find it endearing. The boys on Asgard are always so full of themselves, it’s nice to see how… compliant you are. It is doing wonders for my ego right now,” you said with a laugh.
Peter gulped, his entire body was tingling, especially where you kept stroking his skin. And he swore, waiting for you to kiss him was driving him mad as the anticipation was almost too much to handle, so instead he found himself leaning up and crashing his lips to yours instead.
You reciprocated immediately, pushing him back down to the bed as you took control of the kiss. His lips were completely to your mercy as you kissed and nipped at them.
”There’s… something about— you,” you said in between kisses, “That makes me feel… powerful.”
“Oh shit,” Peter muttered at the feeling of his hands being restrained by magic. He broke the kiss, looking at his hands, then back at you. A soft unrestrained whimper escaping him.
Peter clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he was starting to realize.
“Oh my God,” Peter hissed, jerking his hips up as you shoved your hand down his pants, “Princess, I—“
”I’m very impressed,” you hummed, squeezing his cock, “Back on Asgard there are many rumors about Midgardian men being small, but I can’t say that about you.”
Peter’s face grew ten times more red with your comment, moaning as you squeezed him.
”Wait— Princess, if you keep doing that, I’ll—“
”That soon, huh?” You said with a laugh, quite enjoying the helpless and desperate look on his face, “Very well,” you let go of him, pulling your hand out of his jeans. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun too soon.”
Peter felt a rush of air enter his lungs once you let go, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m sorry,” he said once again.
”For what?” You asked with a raised brow, “There are plenty more activities we can partake in first. I’m actually quite interested in seeing what your mouth can do. Care to show me?”
Peter swallowed nervously, “You mean— you want me too…?”
”Would you like to?”
Peter found himself at a loss for words, only being able to nod frantically in agreement.
”Wonderful,” you giggled, climbing off him.
You situated yourself on your back, leaning up on your elbows.
Peter watched as you pulled up your dress and spread your legs… for him.
He must’ve fucking died and gone to heaven at that point.
Peter also thought that this must have been his reward for dealing with all the grief and pain he had endured in his life.
He sat up. Staring at your cunt— you hadn’t even been wearing underwear this entire goddamn time.
Peter was struck with the sudden need to make you feel good. He wanted to prove to you that yes— he was so much better than the boys back on Asgard. He would do anything for the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief to be hooked on the pleasure only little Peter Parker from Midgard could provide.
He would have done anything for you in that moment just to prove he was good enough.
He tentatively made his way between your thighs. You leaned up further, pressing your lips against his briefly before muttering, “Get to work.”
Peter stared back at you with a puppy-like gaze, bright and completely under your control.
He did as you said and laid down on his stomach.
Your cunt was only a breath away, his cock twitched realizing how wet you were— you wanted him.
Without any more hesitation, he dived forward, dragging his tongue against you. He relished the moan that left you upon licking your clit.
He moaned at your taste, he was sure that he’d never get enough of it now. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, tongue focusing on your clit.
You laid back with a gasp, fingers tangling into his brown curls. This wasn’t exactly part of the plan for today, but you’d take it. He was much better with his mouth than you were expecting.
You bucked your hips against his mouth and gave a harsh tug to his curls, making him whimper. “Use your fingers,” you ordered.
He did as you asked without a moments hesitation, letting go of your thigh to press his fingers into you, immediately curling his fingers to find what he was looking for.
”A little more— ah, there,” you gasped out in bliss as he continued to thrust his fingers into you while sucking on your clit.
Peter stared up at you. You were so fucking gorgeous he was sure this was a dream.
Your mouth fell slack as you moaned out his name, eyes screwed shut and toes curling. He was doing this. He was the one making you feel this good right now.
Peter nearly came in his pants, untouched, as you opened your eyes and locked your gaze with his.
Eyes smoldering and intense, even more so than they had been earlier, almost making him freeze in his spot if he wasn’t so determined to make you cum.
And you did.
While moaning his name.
Peter worked you through your orgasm, letting you buck against his face until you became limp, laying against the bed as you panted.
Peter pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper. He then pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your slick.
”You taste really good,” Peter said breathlessly, moving up your body.
”Do I?” You giggled, clearly in a much better mood. “Care to give me a taste then?”
”Yeah,” he breathed, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.
You were nearly too much for poor Peter Parker to handle as he hadn’t felt his spider sense calm down since this began.
Your fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck, lips moving against his lazily after your orgasm.
It only took you a few moments to get back into the game as you pushed his hoodie down his shoulders. He eagerly pulled it off, tossing it off the bed.
He broke the kiss, tugging his t-shirt off and making you giggle.
”You seem very eager,” you commented, eyeing his chest and abs.
”After that— yeah.”
You sat up, fingers trailing up his arms. “I really must say that you are full of surprises,” you hummed, thoroughly impressed with how muscular he was. “I think it’s your turn.”
You sat up more, pushing him back onto the bed so he lay on his back, once again straddling his hips and giving you an even better view of his upper body.
You rolled your hips, making him grunt and feel how hard he was.
Now, growing up, Peter learned an important life lesson.
If something seemed to be too good to be true, it usually was.
His crush asking him out in ninth grade was a prank.
Spider-Man seemed like a pretty sweet deal until he realized that he’d nearly die and get his loved ones killed many times over.
The time the Princess of Asgard and Goddess of Mischief seduced him?
Turned out to be apart of a fucking scheme.
“What is going on here!?” Peter suddenly heard, and none other than from Nick Fury as the door was violently thrown open.
You looked up to find Stark, Thor, and the rest of the Avengers standing in the doorway. Tony’s arm wearing the arm of his suit, palm open and ready to shoot.
”What!?” Peter yelped, sitting up and pushing you off him.
”Loki’s missing,” Tony suddenly said, “And we had a feeling it might have something to do with his daughter considering you two were no where to be found on the camera system.”
Peter’s head snapped towards you, eyes widened in panic.
You sighed, your shoulders sagging as you climbed off the bed.
“A shame really,” you hummed, looking back at Peter, “Things were really about to get fun.” You turned back to the Avengers. “Next time, it would serve you well to take your own advice Stark. If you ever meet someone with the word ‘Mischief’ in their name. Don’t trust them… and Uncle,” you looked at Thor, “I do apologize, but it had to be done.”
”Then it’s too late?” Thor asked defeatedly.
“What’s going on?” Tony asked, aiming his question at Thor, “Why do you Asgardians always talk in riddles?”
You only smiled and with a wave goodbye and a flare of green light… you were gone.
”Where’d she go?” Nick demanded furiously of Thor, the others now waiting on him.
”That wasn’t her,” Thor answered, “That was merely a replication of her. Her true self must have slipped out and freed Loki… I would imagine that they are both off Midgard by now.”
"Her true self must have slipped out, huh?" Nick Fury repeated accusingly, now staring at Peter, "I wonder how she managed that."
Peter's mouth fell open as everyone now stared at him. "Okay. I know this looks bad--"
"Looks bad?" Steve hissed, finally speaking up for the first time, "Tony being caught playing with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new weapons 'looks bad'. Not only did you let our only assurance that Loki wasn't going to attack Earth escape with him but you were about to--"
"In the kid's defense," Bucky started, cutting Steve off, "She probably could have done that to most of us, her tactics seemed kind of... foolproof."
Nat shook her head, "We need to debrief this properly. Everyone in the conference room, Tony get Bruce, I'll get Clint, and Peter... put your shirt on." She quickly stalked off with a few of the others following behind.
Peter stared at the ground, sitting guiltily under Nick, Tony, and Steve's glares, "She's right." Fury said, "We'll review this and figure out what our next steps are," and finally the last of them were leaving.
Peter buried his face in his hands and swore that if he ever saw you again he was going to... well he didn't know what he was going to do yet, but he sure as hell was fucking pissed and humiliated.
"Let's go," you muttered, pulling your father along with you and giving a nod towards Heimdall.
"Why are you in such a rush," Loki asked, wondering why you seemed so apprehensive.
"I doubt Thor will think we came to Asgard but we can never be too sure-- My plan isn't over yet."
Loki quirked a brow, "You set up more than just our escape?"
He hummed, walking with you towards the kingdom, "I’m impressed."
"I'm just glad you picked up on my lie about Thor's whereabouts back in the cell."
"That quirk in your brow wasn't as subtle as you think, however you did a nice job in choosing the weakest of the Avengers."
You shrugged, "He’s a young and naive man— they all think the same. Show them a pretty face and there’s only one thing on their mind. I was able to slip this from him without him knowing," you said, raising the piece of paper with the passcode that he had shoved into his pocket earlier.
Loki tsked, “I don’t want to know what you got up to with that boy, but I will assume that you did what needed to be done. What's the plan now?"
"Well, I figured since this entire situation stemmed from you wanting to rule a realm then... you'll rule Asgard."
"And how are we accomplishing that?"
"You will pretend to be grandfather." You said.
"And what will you do with your grandfather then?"
"I'll take care of that. You just focus on ruling Asgard.”
”Hm, I guess you take after me more than I thought.” He hummed.
You didn’t respond, now focused on figuring out how to proceed with the next phase of your plan.
That, and trying to ignore the way your mind kept wanting to think about the Midgardian boy and how he made you feel.
But just like every man you felt for before, you’d crush each and every one of those feelings… you had a much more glorious purpose to live up to after all.
under our moonlight²
pairing: khonshu x reader
⟶ cw. age-gap (lol its khonshu), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut
sypnosis: you are taken to the british museum for school and well, khonshu knows a lot about what's there.
⟶ wc. 3k
a/n: khonshu vibes over here! this chapter builds on their relationship before and after MC becomes his avatar. I'm looking for beta readers for this specific fic so if you're interested dm me!
part 1 // part 2
Khonshu remembers the day he met you, the day he met his little bird. The day you died and were awakened by him again to serve your deity. It wasn’t a day you’d ever want to be reminded of, but of course every year the anniversary of your father’s death comes around and darkness surrounds you.
Beep. Beep. The beeps kept going, reminding your mother that you were no longer with them. Only an hour ago did a tragedy happen, a huge car accident on a forest trail, vehicles zooming at speeds that were unstoppable crashing through the forest trees cutting them in half before it hits you and your father─you had pushed your mother out of the way and completely ate the impact.
Khonshu watches in the small hospital room, surrounding you were your mother and other relatives that you never spoke of-mourning the loss of your father and the loss of you soon enough. You were in a coma, your head completely caved in and even if you were too awaken-your bones were crushed, you’d be completely paralyzed and have no memories most of your life─death would be a mercy.
Your mother was devastated, your family had all the money in the world and none of that money could’ve fixed you.
Khonshu pitied that thought, the thing people wanted, craved the most in the world - riches, cannot deny the fate of humans.
When your mother had to leave to let your family out past visitors hours it had come down to it, your mother was discussing her options with the doctors and the only option that was viable was to pull the plug and let you rest before your body would decay.
Khonshu knew he only had so long, “Y/n L/n.”
You woke up, strapped underneath piles of tubes and wires. Choking on your breathing tube you pulled it out, coughing out. The machine next to you beeps loudly, but Khonshu shuts it up with a flick of his hand.
You reached for the pain in your body, head wrapped and legs strapped in confusing contraptions. That was until you saw the large figure in front of you, a ghost.
You screamed, and Khonshu sighed.
“Rest your mind mortal, I am Khonshu.” He begins, seeing the horror in your face, “I am the Egyptian God of the Night Sky.”
“I know who you are─in writing but you don’t look like your drawings.”
You knew of him, he was grateful and pleased. Living in this world it wasn’t rare to see superpowers and weird things but you didn’t expect an Egyptian God.
“You are dying. Accept my offer and you will rise again as my Moon Knight.”
You breathed heavily in front of him, your small body shaking as you took in what was around you. Realizing that this was the only way, it didn’t take much for you to see your mother outside the door alone. You remembered the crash and knew what happened.
“Khonshu, what are the clauses of your deal?”
Khonshu was blunt and to the point, “You serve me and you live.”
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Your bed’s wet, sheets covered with your sweat.
You sigh, rubbing your eyes, “Something like that.”
Khonshu sits on your window still, breathing in the night sky, “Let’s take your mind off of it.”
Breaking people’s faces with your bare fists definitely took the edge off. But it was only enough for the moment, you walk home on the streets of London hearing the chatter and screaming of drunk people at this time of the night.
“I’m going to get a drink okay?” You walk into a local shop and grab two bottles of wine, only maybe did you need two but hell, having an extra was nice.
Khonshu waits outside the shop as you come out, “Is it about your father?”
“Yea, it’s only been a year. I don’t wanna go to the anniversary, saying anniversary makes it seem like a celebration─”
“Call it a memorial, little bird, it is not going to be a party, I hope for your sake,” He interrupts but you appreciate it.
You walk home with him by your side, “She’ll call me tomorrow probably so can we take time off from Moon Knighting?”
“Of course, I would never make you serve me in such tragic times.”
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Khonshu watches you from his favorite spot, at the window next to your bed that aligns perfectly with the moonlight. He feels calm by it, and only observes the way you were crying over the film you were watching with the first bottle of wine nearly finished.
“I can’t believe he’s died!” You cried out as if Khonshu was even watching the movie or cared to understand what was happening in the film.
Khonshu hums looking back at the crescent moon, “It is a beautiful night.”
“It is but I’m sad!” You mutter, laying against the couch trying to fix your hair that had gone completely everywhere, “Do you remember every night Khonshu?”
“Of course, I am the God of the Night Sky, darling.”
“Do you remember the night that I died and came back to life and my dad didn’t? Do you remember picking me instead of my dad-”
“You were chosen for a reason, you were born to be my avatar - and no one else could take your place,” Khonshu cuts you off, his voice coated with passion.
“But why? Why did my dad have to die?”
Khonshu gets up, leaving his scepter against the brick walls. He’s next to you and crouches down on his knee cocking his head- allowing your eyes to meet with the void of his own, “You were supposed to die that day too, you are here now because of me. Fate is cruel.”
“Fate isn’t real.”
Khonshu sighs, “Fate is what you make it out to be, fate is the path you create and your fate brought you to me and you made the choice to come back to life - without you here your mother wouldn’t be herself and I wouldn’t have you in my life.”
“Uh─fuck, my mom’s a bitch, Khonshu, don’t remind me of her.”
He sighs again. He only spoke out of his heart so much knowing you wouldn’t remember most of it, but it seemed to allow you to open up about your own feelings quite a bit. He knew of the situation with your mother, after all, he was there the entire time.
Your mother had moved on within that year, dating a new man and it seemed like she was bound to become engaged within the month. It was disgusting as you would word it, it wasn’t like your father died from illness or they divorced, he was killed and your mother had moved on with her life with the excuse of, her not wanting to stay in mourning for the rest of her life. Which explains how you didn’t want to attend the yearly event about your father that was hosted by your witchlike mother.
It wasn’t long until Khonshu notices you sobbing uncontrollably, popping open another bottle before taking a swig of it. “My life would be a lot worse without you, Khonshu.”
“Well yes, you would not be alive my dove.”
You laugh, eyes still wet with tears, “No─no. I meant you make me really happy, Khonshu.”
If he had a heart, he didn’t know if he did or didn’t, it would swell. He felt a strange feeling a pump in his chest, his fingers tingled hearing such a heartfelt thing leave your pretty lips. Your cheeks were red from the alcohol and your eyelids were heavy, your lips curved with a genuine smile.
Never in his life, had he felt like this about an avatar. His little bird had pulled strings in his soul enough to completely change the way he thought about this devotion-based relationship.
His wrapped hand reaches out for your fluffy hair, brushing your hair back out of your face. The little contact pushes you back against the cushions and your head fell against the soft material causing your eyes to shut completely. You didn’t even notice him caressing your hair, down to your cheeks - his eyes unable to keep themselves from lingering onto how your shirt fell off your shoulders. His large hand pulls it up, thinking you may be cold─definitely not because his eyes would lurk further and further.
“My dove, sleep well. You’ve got a rough week to get through but I will be alongside you like always.”
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You wanted to pound your head against the table, listening to your lectures about non-sense. They were discussing your options for the next assignment, doing jewellery design was more of an impulse choice and just to make your mother happy as you didn’t even want to go to university.
They mentioned stuff about attending galleries and museums to collect data and inspiration, most importantly they were offering a class trip to the British Museum.
You tapped your feet as you spun the pen in your hand until you notice him standing next to your lecturer, and the pen drops against your sketchbook. You are needed, my avatar, we must prevent the death of many by this useless war.
You had to squeeze through your classmates and even though probably no one was looking at you, it felt embarrassing to leave the lecture before it finished.
“I can’t believe you’re pulling me out of class!” You whisper yell, rushing down the steps to get outside before Khonshu could take you to the destination you were needed.
Khonshu scoffs, picking up his staff and walking alongside you, “You must be confused, little bird. You are firstly my avatar then secondly, anything else.”
“I just wish I could, you know, attend class and be normal for even a day?” You mutter.
He cocks his head, “You are able to do such things but protecting the lives of others is the price you must pay for the gift I bestowed upon you.”
“I know, you remind me of that too often.”
“And you complain about the clauses too often.”
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It was already the day of the museum visit and were excited to break out of your school, work, and home routine, not including the Moon Knight stuff.
You’ve never actually been to the British Museum even though it was only a couple of tube rides away. You were going with your class and all plus you were all paired up to go around the place, you assumed it was a sort of attempt of making students make friends.
“You better behave today,” You mutter, getting on the coach that would take you all.
Khonshu scoffs, outside of the coach only watching you through the window, “You are off to the museum that houses stolen artifacts from tombs and temples, some of those items belonged to me and my fellow deities. Surely, you would want my very intuitive commentary on what you are to look at, would you not?”
“Sure but, I want to be normal today? Okay.”
You sit in a window seat and the other seat was soon occupied, “Uh, wait─”
“Hey,” The guy from work the other day, for some reason his name was not ringing any bells, “It’s Thomas or Tom.”
“Oh sorry, I forget people really easily.”
Tom laughs, “It’s okay, I thought you’d call me or text but I guess I was just hopeful. We could still be friends, right?”
Friends? Who does this vermin think he is to be sitting next to you without permission. Khonshu's rough voice scrapes your ears and you couldn’t even hear what left the other guy's mouth, you only smiled and nodded hoping he wasn’t asking anything too serious.
“I’m your partner for today, if you’re wondering why I’m here.”
You gape, “Ah, alright. That’s cool.” It was cool, he seemed like a nice guy and he was your age so hopefully, you’d have something to talk about.
I recommend you break his windpipe before he slobbers all over you. You sighed, looking away from Tom and whispering, “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Hm?” You pretended as if nothing had happened.
Tom smiled, “I thought you said something.”
“Oh might’ve been my headphones.”
You are making me lose my patience, crow. I will not let this stand, you will not be able to withstand my wrath. The coach shakes as Khonshu uses his powers to make the winds move. You try your hardest to ignore him but the death bird gets closer and practically tries to shove his head through the window glaring at you. Fuck, this was going to be a great trip.
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“What?” You whip around as if you were exposed.
Tom points at the hieroglyphs, “That’s apparently Khonsu, depicted as─a pigeon?”
A Falcon, little bird, correct this man before I correct the way his head can rotate. He lurks behind you, watching your every move like he always does.
“I think that’s a falcon,” You say, doing as Khonshu would’ve liked.
Tom hums, squinting his eyes at the hieroglyphs again, “Looks like a pigeon.”
“He really does─” You had to stop yourself before you said something too personal, you laugh it off and pretended it was a part of the conversation and moved on. Only to look behind your shoulders to see a rather displeased-looking Khonshu, his head tilted downwards as if he was looking at you over his non-existent eyebrows.
“More about this Khonshu, I’ve barely heard of this guy.”
You shrug, holding onto your tote bag, “He seems cool though, a moon god.”
“Yea, they’ve got a lot of stuff about this God, he doesn’t seem very popular.”
Khonshu scoffs, this child does not know what he is talking about. He seems ignorant of the Ennead and the Deities that form it.
“I don’t know much either, to be honest, I only learned about him recently.” You say, replying to Khonshu indirectly hoping to be on some sort of common ground with him because knowing this relationship he’s bound to complain all night.
“Khonshu means Traveller─”
“Hm, might have something to do with him guiding the travellers of the night sky.” Tom looks at you with shock, surprised that you knew that information. If only he knew you helped Khonshu guide those travellers, that would be a real trip.
Tom chuckles, “You are brilliant.”
You are brilliant, little dove but this boy is getting on my last nerve. Khonshu hisses. He’s right next to you now and you look up at him but it looks like you’re looking at the tall scripture.
“So, is it true? That you mark the passage of time, with the moon, and with that allow new life to be created. After all, we learn in astronomy that without the moon the world would go out of bounds, natural disasters, animals would perish and plants would die and we would run out of food and also die?” Your eyes are glued to his. If Khonshu could smile he would but he would never tell you that. Yet, he nods, impressed.
“Woah─that’s cute how you talk to the image of Khonshu as if he’s really there,” Tom places himself between you and Khonshu unknowingly, “You’re really passionate about this stuff, huh?”
“Oh,” You laugh, “Yea, something like that.”
My dear, without the moon you wouldn’t be able to experience those autumns you love so much. Without the moon, there would be no seasons and no life. Khonshu spoke, his words were soft and lush.
You smiled, at Khonshu, not Tom, and your eyes glimmered, “That’s beautiful.”
“Yea.” Tom says. Khonshu wanted to bash his staff into this kid’s skull, for interrupting your moment with him.
You snap out of it, looking at Tom for once, “Oh─what?”
“You said that was beautiful,” Tom points at the scripture that included a painting of Khonshu, a human form of him.
You tap your head, “Yea duh, sorry, I literally zoned out.”
Tom doesn’t mind, brushing it off easily before moving on to the other displays. You walk behind him trying to catch up to the rest of the group as well, but not before asking, “Hey, you have a human form right?”
Sometimes, only sometimes. Khonshu replies.
That surprises you, “Sometimes? When is sometimes?”
Your eyes land on something very shiny and pretty so you take out your phone and snap a photo of it, feeling the cold air whoosh behind you as you see Khonshu’s beak come into view from your peripheral.
Hm, he’s still here. Khonshu murmurs.
“Who’s that,” You look towards Khonshu but Tom answers because to anyone else you were just talking to the only person people can actually see.
“That’s a statuette of Ra, apparently, at least I know something,” He laughs, “He’s the God of the Sun.”
“Hm, is that Khonshu’s sworn enemy or something?”
Tom shrugs from the other side of the glass, “I would think so.”
Khonshu breathes heavily, you met his gaze asking for an answer with your eyes. Yes, Ra and I do not get along, after all the moon and sun are complete opposites.
“So you hate him?”
Yes. I hate him.
“Me─I don’t know him but being a God of the sun sounds cool.” Tom was actually getting a bit annoying now, somehow you enjoyed the museum with Khonshu a lot more than another human being and it seemed Khonshu despised Tom as much he despised that sworn enemy of his.
Shut up, vermin. How many times is he going to think you are talking to him when clearly you are speaking to me. Khonshu growls, trying to bite off the guy’s head.
“Not everyone can see you, Khonshu.” You whispered.
Khonshu hums, “Good, I only want to be seen by your pretty eyes.”
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Coffee and Kisses | Steven Grant/Marc Spector
summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu!
word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)
notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy!
Steven hated the taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window.
He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax.
“Hello, my love…” Steven had been quick to wrap his arms around the front of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, littering soft kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could feel, his hand beginning to softly rub your stomach and waist, your body falling against his own as you shut your eyes.
“Mhmm… This is all I’ve wanted all day, just to be here, wrapped up in your arms.” At your words, Steven let out a hum, running his nose up along the side of your neck, ghosting his mouth over it as he whispered back to you, “I always want this… always want you. In any way you’ll have me.” His accent was thick, but the words were coming out in a soft whisper against your skin. A giggle had slipped past your lips as you had reached out in front of you, putting the cup of coffee on the table before turning around in Steven’s lap. You stared down into his eyes, the ones who always made you feel safe, comfortable and loved.
At the new position, you had moved your hands up to his face, slightly caressing the full cheeks as you lowered your lips onto his, Steven eagerly moving his hands to your hips, grasping at them as he lowered your body against his own, letting out a small sigh at the contact.
Steven hated coffee, but with the way you were kissing him, slowly moving your hips on top of his own, he didn’t care about the bitter taste transferring onto his own tongue, not when all he could focus on was you. Steven let his hands run further down your body, his hands slowly grasping your ass into his hands and causing your hips to roll against him. A soft moan slipped past your lips at the feeling of him underneath you, circling your hips against the semi-hard on you kept feeling brush against you.
As you slowly pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching, you heard Steven let out a dejected whimper, quickly chasing your lips to press his lips back on yours. His hands were still gripping your ass but as you sat up fully, looking down at him, they fell to the back of your thighs, where he continued to slowly rub.
“Anyway I’d have you eh? I like the sound of that.” As you had playfully quipped back at him, he let out a soft laugh as he threw his head back, a dazzling smile and pink tint on his face. “Yeah, whatever way you want, darling. I’m all yours, always will be.” At that, Steven grasped your thighs tighter and quickly lifted the both of you out of the seat, making his way to the bed. As you both plopped down, he turned to you, raising his hand and brushing your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.
“Now, tell me about your day. Why’d you wanna come home so bad?” At the question, you let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his middle, nestling your head on his chest as one of his hands slowly started dragging up and down along your back, while the other found solace in your hand, slowly rubbing circles on the back of it.
“Just my boss keeps trying to make me get him coffee and his lunch. I’m not his bloody servant, hell I’m not even his secretary and he still likes making me run around for him. I swear it’s an ego thing.” You hated thinking back on it, the image of your stereotypical looking boss’s smug face as he would watch you run around for him. You especially hated that the image in your mind had been quick to ruin your entire mood, forcing the soft smile back into a deep scowl.
Steven watched as your face contorted into a look of anger or annoyance, his hands slowly raising up to your face as he pressed the thumb of his hand into the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m sorry love… Maybe I could send a strongly worded letter, not that you can’t handle it!” Steven was quick to stumble out the rushed words as he worried you would take offense. “I know you can, probably better than I can but… I want to help you darling, just don’t know how exactly. Maybe we can ask Marc.” At his rushed words and clearly frazzled hand movements, you let out a laugh, leaning closer into him.
“Steven, I know you would if I asked you to, so thank you but I can handle it. I’m probably just gonna have to deal with it, without you or Marc interfering..” As you had leaned closer onto Steven’s chest, his hand had started rubbing the small shapes and patterns onto your back, your muscles relaxing into him completely.
As Steven had continued working out the knots in your upper shoulder blades, you had let out content sighs at the feeling of his hands on you, working away the stress and anger you had built up during the long day. Your eyes were closed, your hands closing around the gray shirt he wore to bed, your mouth parting slightly as you let out a raspy breath at the feeling of a particular knot coming undone.
“The way you use your hands on me will never not amaze me…” At your words Steven froze, looking at you as you had continued your words, “You’re getting every knot out and you’ve barely even done anything.”
Steven had gulped at the words, his doe eyes staring down at your face as you relaxed further into his hold. Steven never understood why you wanted him; he was awkward, and he wasn’t exactly confident in bed, and he was definitely not the most handsome man who’d asked you out. Steven never understood but God did he know he was lucky. Luck was all he could say it was, luck is what helped allow him to be here now, kneading his hands on your slowly-relaxing shoulder, soft sighs slipping out of your mouth. When he realized he hadn’t said anything he cleared his throat and managed to spit out, “Well, whatever you need I’m there, yeah?”
You nodded your head at his words, you knew he’d always be willing to help you in any way he could. That was one of the things about Steven, he was always eager to please. Whether it be making you a cup of coffee after a long day despite hating it or even when he insists on laying on his stomach; legs cramping from the awkward angle, tongue and fingers deep inside you, bringing that burning white pleasure you couldn’t seem to reach yourself. Steven was eager and you loved it.
“I know you are darling, you’re always there.” You had turned to look at him, meeting the soft brown doe eyes. You smiled up at him as you reached your own hand up to run through his hair, moving your body to reach up and connect your lips with his own. Steven, eager as ever, had been quick to drop his hands to your hips, molding your bodies together. Steven had dropped his head into the crook of his neck, his lips leisurely pressing kisses to the skin as you reeled your head back to give him more access. You had kept your hands in his hair as they had slowly made small tugs as you had slowly started circling your hips on his, making Steven groan against your neck, softly nipping at the skin below your jaw.
“Steven…” At the sound of his name falling from your lips, he was quick to rut up against you, letting out a desperate whimper at the contact, pulling away from your neck and looking up at you, breathing deeply. “I’m sorry… I know you had a bad day. I’m sorry we don’t have to-”
“Shh no Steven. Don’t apologize, I want this too… but you just got back from some stupid Khonshu mission, and you haven’t fully healed up. I don’t want you to over do it.” At your words, Steven let out a sigh as he threw his head back against his pillows. “I know lovey, god I can still feel the broken rib healing.” At his words guilt started eating up in your chest, clearly visible to Steven as he gently grabbed your face, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he whispered to you. “I haven’t done anything I couldn’t handle my love. You’ve done nothing wrong, I swear.”
“You’re alright, right? You didn’t hurt yourself when you picked me up or anything? I can mo-” You cut yourself off as you watched as Steven’s shoulders grew tense, his eyes closing tightly, his head jutting up, neck constricting as his veins became prominent. You knew what was happening, you had seen it many times before so the urge to ask ‘Steven’ if he was okay had dwindled as you realized Marc had fronted.
“Marc.” At your voice, Marc’s eyes snapped open as he looked up at you, a small smirk falling onto his face. “Well, I certainly like this position baby.” At his words you rolled your eyes playfully as you slid off of his lap and laid beside him. “How’s the rib feeling for you?” As you had asked the question, you watched and saw Marc tighten his jaw and turn his head away from you. You hadn’t expected anything much of an answer, Marc was never one to show or discuss his pain. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust you, it was just how he was.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about him. Our body has been through worse, believe me.” At his gruff words you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” At the question a small smile graced his features, something you hadn’t expected from him, being sure to smile back at him, causing him to look away from you.
“I promise, Steven is okay.” At the use of ‘Steven’ you let the smile on your face drop. ‘Does he think I only care about Steven?’ “Marc…” At your tone, Marc had kept his gaze turned to the chipped paint of the door, refusing to meet your eyes. “Please just look at me.” Without thinking about it, he whipped his eyes towards your own, seeing the confusion embedded deep in your irises. “I don’t just worry about Steven. You’re important to me too.” At your words, Marc had tried to look away, but your hand on his face had stopped him. “I never want you to get hurt, you know that, right?”
At your question, Marc had continued staring into your eyes, only giving a small nod of his head towards you. You knew it was all you were getting, and you were okay with it. “I know you think that I’m only ever asking about Steven… But I hope you realize that I care about you too Marc.” At your words, Marc had looked down at the hand that had been placed on his chest, making quick work to grab ahold of it and bring it to his lips to press soft kisses along your knuckles.
“I know, baby. You always make sure I’m okay.” At the confident words, you let out a small laugh as you nodded your head, playfully flicking his covered thigh. “Yeah, don’t forget it, hotshot.” Marc had watched as you had walked over to your forgotten coffee cup and how you were taking the last remaining sip of the cold drink.
“That coffee? Steven hates coffee.” At the question, you let out a humorous hum with a nod of your head. “Oh yeah he does, but he seemed to be understanding of the fact that I needed it after today.” You had made your way to the sink, quickly washing your mug and laying it on the drying rack. “Today? What happened?” Marc had risen from the bed and made his way over to the makeshift kitchen, standing against the wall with his arms crossed. “Was it that boss again?” At the last question, you let out a small ‘“Ah!”, pointing at him, nodding your head.
“Right on the head with that guess, Spector. Just the same old stuff he’d do.” Marc had nodded his head, tightening his jaw as he spoke confidently, “The offer for me to knock his ass out still stands.” At the suggestion, you had let out a bright laugh as he had watched you with a content smile of his own.
As he watched you quickly clean up the small mess of books and scattered pages, Marc couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He wanted those sweet coffee-tasting kisses and soft touches on his face. To feel loved fully by you, in a way only Steven knew.
But for now, he’d be content with the questions on his well-being and the feeling of your hand being wrapped in his own, always longing for the coffee kisses.
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Heat Under The Sheets
Steven Grant x reader
Wrote this cause summer weather is sort of here and yesterday I woke up at 3AM and couldn’t go to sleep cause of the annoying humidity
Humidity. Your worst enemy. The way it made sweat come out of every crevice of your body irked you. You hated everything about it, especially once night fell. The dark late hours when you were trying to fall asleep but all you could feel was the hot air floating around the room. Sure, the fan helped but the heat just annoyed you to a tee.
You were presently tossing and turning, trying to find a cool enough spot on the bed to get comfortable. Steven had let you know he was arriving late that night so you've been alone for the time being.
“Ugh,” you moaned, shifting again, facing the fan this time. Sitting up in your shared bed you stood up by the fan cooling off for a second before returning to the warm mattress.
Finding yourself slightly cooler due to the fan, you turned onto your side and flipped your pillow over to the cool side. Finally sinking into the softness of your pillow you finally closed your eyes finding some peace in this weather.
That’s when the door creaked open, scraping slightly against the floor. Assuming it’s Steven, you remained still, eyes shut refusing to move from your comfort.
You heard some rustling, figuring he’s setting his things down. “Bollocks,” you heard him whisper under his breath after a loud bang could be heard, just from the sounds only you could only assume he hit his foot against the chair or something of that sort. He then switched on the bathroom light before shutting the door. Soon after he came back out and then you felt the light blanket over you lift as he got under.
Gently scooting close, you feel his arms tenderly wrap around you, pulling himself even closer you couldn’t help but scrunch your face at the contact. You absolutely adored Steven, you couldn’t get enough of him. He was your love. But in this heat you didn’t want to be touched by anything or anyone.
Sighing you jerked your shoulder awake from his arms, “Steven, it’s too hot,” you groaned, scooting further from him. You heard a little oh come out of his mouth. It was the most dejected oh you’ve ever heard.
You wanted to cuddle with Steven, you loved cuddling with the man. The way he held you so close it was almost as if he was actually afraid to let go, that put butterflies in your stomach any day. So the fact that you had rejected his touch, so bluntly made you feel slightly at fault.
You remained in your hunched position while he scooted away. Although it was blasting heat and you didn’t want to be cuddled, you also didn’t want Steven to go such a distance.
Turning around in bed you faced him and noticed his eyes on you. Even in the dark you can make out those round dark brown eyes that look like they need much sleep. You sent him a small smile and he sent you one of his own.
Dragging your hand up against the cotton sheet of the mattress, you held out your hand palm open toward him. His small smile growing slightly, he avidly placed his hand in yours and you wrapped your hands together, eventually finding a way to fall asleep in this unbearable heat.
Pairing: wolf!Bucky Barnes x sheep!reader
Warnings: non-con, soft!dark!Bucky, shameless smut, breeding, belly bulge, dirty talk, a/b/o references, mentions of pregnancy, kinda forced marriage?
Summary: Wolves are big mean bullies. You know for sure.
P.S. Me and fateful encounters in the woods 🙄
"Feels good, baby?" The wolf murmured in your ear, slowly massaging your squishy insides with his fingers as you sobbed softly in his lap. "There, there, little sheep. You'll be a good girl for me, yes?"
Yes, you surely would be since you were sitting on top of him with your pussy teased by his long, thick fingers so much your panties were all wet by now. The wolf was way stronger than you, just a little sheep unlucky enough to meet this big mean bully in the woods. Was he waiting for you? You were kinda scared he would bite you to death if his instincts kicked in, but Bucky had a different thing in mind.
There you were now, nearly on the verge of cumming when the wolf teased your soaked cunt so well, finding all the right places to rub against and make you squeal, preparing you for a good fuck because he was clearly in the mood for breeding. You had very little idea about wolf's breeding season, so you were just very unlucky so stumble upon this meanie who quickly got a hold of you. Afraid he'd show some teeth if you didn't obey him, you sobbed quietly when he stripped you down to your underwear, patting your head softly with one hand and playing with your pussy with the other.
"Don't eat me, please," you sniffed, upset, pressing your face in his muscular shoulder as the wolf gently caressed your ship ear.
"Of course not, baby," he murmured softly as if he was calming down a child, leaving a kiss on top of your head. "You're such a sweet obedient girl I'd never hurt you. Wanna know what I"ll do to you?"
He rubbed the exact same spot that made you see stars, and you barely withhold a moan, shifting uncomfortably in his lap.
"I'll make you cum on my fingers, and then you'll be eating my cock with your cunt," he bared his sharp teeth in a predatory smile, licking his lower lip impatiently. "Then I'm gonna knot you real well because you're such a sweet girl I wanna bring you home. Isn't it nice?"
You had no idea what a wolf's knot was, but it made you think he was gonna bind your hands and made you live at his place. Shivers ran down your spine as you looked at him with your big round eyes, your lips quivering.
"Mr. W-wolf, p-please don't eat me. I can cook and clean, I'll take care of your house. Just... ahh... p-please don't eat me..."
Perhaps it was something in your voice that made him look at you in surprise, his voice turning softer as he added a third finger, massaging your pussy until your eyes were rolling back inside your skull. "Oh baby, you're such a good girl for me. I'll be knotting you lots."
But you could no longer hear him, orgasming on top of him with your pussy squeezing his fingers and your little tongue sticking out of your mouth as you lost control over your own body in Bucky's hands. He let you ride out your orgasm, carefully supporting you until you were sobbing again, only from pleasure as you cum, soaking your panties. It felt so, so good.
You never knew mating with a wolf would feel so lovely. He knew all the right places to make you moan and shake impatiently on top of him while his fingers explored your soft, sensitive insides. Were all wolves like this when they needed to mate? You had no idea, but now suddenly it didn't feel so bad when Bucky lifted you up and carefully placed you on his long, fat cock, letting out a low growl once you fit him full, your stomach bulging slightly from sheathing him all inside.
"I'll fuck you like a whore, baby," he barely forced the words out of his mouth, breathing heavily as you bleat like a little baby sheep, squeezing your eyes shut. "But you're safe, alright? You're... shit... you're such a good girl I'll knot you, and you'll be just my baby... f-fuck... just for me."
He could no longer wait, moving his hips and forcing you to bounce on top of him, the head of his cock reaching your cervix, making you sob from pain again until it slowly dissappeared, pleasure taking its place. With his hands groping your boobs and twisting your soft, overly sensitive nipples until they were rock hard, he made you scream as he rolled his hips, the bulge in your belly growing bigger as you plead him to go easy on a little silly sheep like you. Mating with a wolf felt fucking fantastic.
You had no idea what it's gonna felt like when he really knotted you for good, stuffing your cunt with his seed until your belly nearly inflated, all soft and round. Of course, you knew very little of wolf's mating habits and Bucky's love for pretty meek sheeps like you. You couldn't even think of becoming his real mate since you thought he gonna eat you for breakfast if you didn't obey him.
You were really surprised when he kept knotting you until you were so heavy with his babies your belly was nearly too big to let you move around. Your wolf was all over the place then, rubbing and kissing your tummy, saying he couldn't wait for his little pups to be born and laughing at you still mad at him for not telling you from the start what knotting meant.
"Couldn't let such a sweet babygirl bleat alone in the woods," he smirked, baring his teeth in a wolfish smile as he put his hands on your round belly. "Rememeber I said I'm gonna be knotting you lots, baby? You better be prepared after my pups are born."
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pairing: postman!steven grant x gn!reader
genre: fluff, romance
word count: 896
a/n: deciding that dating your postman would probably be unwise, you go out with a guy your friends set you up with. After a couple of shitty dates, Steven brings you a letter. You open it only to see that the guy had written you a long break up letter and telling all the things you did wrong on the dates. Furious by this, you invite Steven inside.
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You always notice him. The fumbling, clumsy postman that comes by every morning. He’s sweet, always greeting you with a heartfelt smile as he delivers you your amazon packages and letters, which usually consist of bills and such, nothing really important. In all honesty, you are infatuated by him. He’s handsome, supporting a pair of chocolate brown eyes and black hair with a couple of gray strands mixed in. After a week of him delivering your mail, you finally gather the courage to ask him his name; Steven Grant. You love the way it rolls off of your tongue.
But, sadly, you don’t have enough courage to actually ask him out. Every morning your heart flutters when you see him but you do nothing about it. Dismissing it as being nothing else but a harmless crush. Besides, wouldn’t it be awkward to date your postman?
In the end, you start to date someone your friends had set you up with. You’ve only been on two dates with him and those two dates felt enough, the person they had set you up with wasn’t much of a conversationalist, didn’t make you laugh or did anything for you basically. The dates were beyond boring. So, when you didn’t hear from him for a week, you were beyond happy.
You stare out the window with a cup of coffee in hand, the sun slowly rising as you take long sips. After the unsuccessful dates you had, asking Steven out didn’t seem such a bad idea anymore. The corner of your lips curls upward when you see him, Steven walking down the street with his trusty bag full of packages and mail while he greets your neighbors. You quickly make your way towards the door when you see that he’s heading directly to your house.
Your heart thuds loudly in your chest when you open the door with a smile.
“Good morning miss,” he greets you by tipping his hat. “How are you?”
“I’m quite well Steven, what about you?”
“I’m a bit tired but good, thank you for asking.” he rummages through his bag and pulls out a letter. “Here you go,”
“Great another spam letter,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “I feel bad whenever you come all this way to give me something I can just see online,”
“I-It’s alright,” Steven stutters, averting his eyes. You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t mind…coming all this way to see you,”
You can’t help but feel flustered at his words, your heart now beating madly in your throat. Did he…did Steven actually like you back? Were things finally turning out for the better? You shot him an awkward smile and take the letter, you flip it over to see which company it’s from only to see that…it was from the guy you were dating–
“Is everything alright?”
Your eyes dart back to Steven, “Y-Yeah, It’ just…I wasn’t expecting this,”
You tear the letter wide open and for some reason you don’t tell Steven that he can leave, he waits patiently as your eyes scan the words that were written on top of a bright, white piece of paper– Anger bubbles inside of your chest, nostrils flaring with anger as you reached the end of the letter. After a week of no call or text, the douchebag is breaking you up over a goddamn letter? You hiss with frustration, crumpling up the ball, you throw it inside. For a moment you forget that Steven is there, staring at you with not shock but worry.
“I…” your mouth suddenly feels very dry. “I’m sorry you had to see that,”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what did it say?”
You shake your head as a soft chuckle escapes your lips. You try to disguise your annoyance but fail miserably.
“You don’t wanna know, it’s something really stupid,”
His smile is intoxicating, the simple gesture is enough to make you move out of the way and invite him inside. Before you know it, Steven’s sitting on your light blue couch and you’re sitting right across from him, venting about your love life. Surprisingly enough, he just…listened. When you were finally done you nervously bit the inside of your cheek, embarrassed by your sudden break down.
“Well first of all,” he began, shifting in his seat. “That man sounds like an absolute knob and you deserve so much better, love.”
“You really think so?”
He suddenly stands up, towering over you, he extends his arm.
“In fact, I want to take you out for breakfast,”
You’re stunned, looking up at him with wide eyes. He’s dead serious.
“I want to take you to breakfast– If…If you want to of course,”
“Don’t you have mail to deliver?”
“Don’t mind that, I was thinking of quitting anyway.”
“Is that so?”
Your shock shifts into a cheeky grin, slowly you take his hand and both of you head towards the door. Your heart flutters in your chest, butterflies tickling the inside of your stomach–
You stop dead in your tracks, noticing that you are still in your pajamas.
“I should probably change first,”
Steven looks at you confused, but soon realizes what you mean and quickly heads towards the door.
“I’ll–I’ll wait for you outside then,”
Steven’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.
“I’ll see you in a bit.”
I’ll look after you
Paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader
Summary: During a deviant attack you get hurt protecting druig.
A/n: here’s s another quick fic! Im writing a bunch of little fics to post in between chapters to amtaf just for myself and the people who don’t wanna read that seris :) when the idea came to me I knew I had to write it!! hope you guys like it! :) italics means flashback!
Warning(s): short af only like 1,000 words, angst, violence, fighting, descriptions of blood and wound’s, druig having doubts/insecurities, a little fluff at the end! unedited!
Bared teeth snarled at you as a Deviant was closing in on you. Everything was calm and peaceful for once, not a Deaveint in sight for a least two weeks and then as you were all siting around they attacked. You, Thena, Druig, Gilgamesh, Kingo and Ikaris were fighting off a group of them, Thena and Ikaris already had taken two out. There were three left and one was cornoring you. Its long tail whipping out at you but you stabbed it before it could make contact with your torso.
You kept dodging it’s advances, you slide with your weapon in hand slicing its side open. It’s Blood poured out as it screeched in pain. It snarled at you when you stood up from behind it you hoped it would keep focusing on you long enough for Gilgamesh to come up behind it. He punches it so hard it flies through the air and hits a tree knocking it to the ground. You make your move and stab the Deviant through its heart. It dies with one last final cry and flops.
“Nice move back there, with the sliding.” Gil says proudly, motioning with his hands.
“Thanks, Thena taught me that move, maybe she could teach it to you.” You wink, causing him to laugh in his belly.
“I think ill leave it to you and Thena. Don’t think my back could handle it.”
“Fair enough.” You shrugged.
You both go on a search for the others to see if they need help. When you find them Thena and Ikaris are fighting side by side
It’s it nice sight to see. Gilgamesh runs of to aid them. You hear grunting from not so far away as your eyes scan the woods you see Druig. Who was being tossed aside like a rag doll and your heart dropped as you watched him slide across the dirt and heard him groan in pain. The Deviant began stalking Druig like its prey. Without even a second thought, you ran towards the Deviant at full force and jabbing it with your sword. Its attention now on turned to you. Druig watched on his side as you taunted the Deviant and moved backwards away from him.
“Come on!” You waved your sword at its razor sharp jaws and it lunged for you. You dodged just in time sending a blow right at its head and it didn’t seem to like it very much. Your fighting went on as you maneuvered around the deviant getting as many hits on it as you could. But it wasn't enough to put it down. It’s tail swooped you under your legs causing you to fall on your back, knocking your sword out of your hands. You hit the ground and winced out in pain but that wasn’t the worse. The Devaint was pining you down to the earth and digging its claws into your chest. Its mouth coming down to clamp down on your shoulder. You cried out in agony due to the searing pain flowing through your body as tears slipped down your cheeks. You tried punching, kicking anything to pry it off you but nothing. It wasn’t until a beam of light hit the Deviant in the side as Ikaris few towards it knocking it off you.
You laid there in the dirt as nothing but pain surges through your body. The wounds growing in your shoulder and abdomen. Your ears were ringing when Gilgamesh came to your side and Thena on the other you could barely make out what they were saying.
“Y/n, stay still, Ikaris killed the Devaint and went to get Ajak just hold on.” Gilgamesh's words were a little jumbled together as you looked up at their worried faces gazing down at you. You heard the leaves crunching as someone walked towards you.
“How could you be so reckless?!” Druig’s rough accent echoed in your ears as he leaned over you. When he saw you however his whole face shifted into guilt.
“Druig!” Thenas voice warned. The venomous look she sent him was enough to make him back up a little. Not wanting to face the wrath of the goddess of war. Before you could even reply your vision was going black and the last thing you heard was your name being called before you passed out.
Ajak had healed you and laid you to rest in your room on The Domo. Druig couldn’t stop thinking about you, what you had done for him. Could he have really been that oblivious to your true feelings for him? He was angry at himself for the way he acted towards you. Angry that you took on that Deviant alone to save him. He didn’t understand why you would do that for him.
Druig was at your door contemplating whether or not to go in. He just wanted to check in on you, the concern filling in his chest overwhelming him. Ajak had assured everyone that you were going to be alright but he didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t be calm until he saw you, he knew it was his fault you nearly bled to death. If only he would’ve gotten up and helped you or if you didn’t get knocked over. No matter what the reason was, he was putting the weight on himself and it wasn’t good.
Druig inhaled deeply and took a step closer to the door. He pressed his hand to the plate on the wall and the door slide open with a soft hiss. Your room was dimly lit in a warm glow coming from your bedside lamp. He saw you laying on your back in bed as you slept peacefully. He walked closer till he was on the side of your bed and looking down at you.
He admired your features up close. He regretted the way he spoke to you before you passed out.
Druig was torn in his mind between why you would jump in front of a deavint like that for him. it wasn't until he bumped into sersi an hour earlier and he asked about you that she told him.
“how is she?” Druig asks as he and Sersi meet walking in opposite directions.
The hallway of the bedrooms was vacant except for the two raven haired eternals their voices bouncing off the stone walls even though the spoke at a normal level.
“resting. Ajak says she needs to sleep to let her body heal.” Sersi explains. Druig just nods not meeting her eyes.
There was something hanging in the air between them and Sersi almost hesitated with her words, opening and closing her mouth. Not wanting to reveal your feelings. She didn't want to betray your trust. You were one of her closest friends, Of course she knew how you felt. The amount of conversations you both have had late at night when you both couldn’t sleep so you would sit in the room where you all woke up was enough to build a close friendship between you two.
Sersi inhaled as she finally decided that you would never act on your feelings but she would give a little push. There was no harm in that right?
“ She cares about you, you know.'' It was a statement. Druig’s eyes met Sersi’s and she could almost see them say I know. And that's what he was afraid of. You caring or even loving him was a scary thought. He’s never had someone care for him like you have. Always trying to include him in things and always being kind towards him.
All he did was nod and Sersi watched as he turned and walked down the hallway. For the next hour Druig was in his room pacing, thinking. Which led him to finally end up in your room standing over your bed.
He finally decided that it was his turn to look after you. He would be by your side like you were for him from now on. He would be there when you awoke even if he had to wake you with a kiss, like in those stories he knows you love so much. Even if he had to wait years, he would do it for you.
He brushed a pice of hair gently off your cheek and you were stirring in your sleep, frowning your eyebrows and then relaxing your face almost like his touch soothed you. Druig swore he saw you smile for a moment and he couldn’t help the swell in his chest at the thought. He didn’t know how long he was there for, hours maybe but he didn’t care. As long he was by your side it didn’t matter. Maybe when you woke up he would finally tell you something that was on his tongue for the past couple hours.
a/n: i kinda like writing druig with insecure thoughts because i would love to know what’s actually going through his head and i just feel like hes a person with so much turmoil and emotions that he doesn’t get to express.
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Okey,hear me out, Steven begging the reader to sit on his face
(sorry, english is not my first language
Hi anon! First of all, don't apologise, your English is perfect!! You should never apologise for it, English isn't my first language either and if you make a mistake it's fine!
And yes! Yes. I wanna make a hc about this because we all know how much Steven would be into that!
Sitting on Steven's face would include:
begging, lots of begging on the whiny side
he'd probably tug on your underwear and push his face against your chest
he'd be so into it, so into you, that words would just slip out of his mind
he would ask you to open your legs first, but then it wouldn't be enough because you're not all over him, literally
he'd roll on his back and huff, annoyed and slightly pissed off
"Can you sit on my face?"
Steven isn't that subtle when he wants something, we all know that
he'd start running his fingers up and down your sex, eager to get to his most prized conquest
you'd tell him no at first, maybe because you don't want to crush him, maybe because you just want to tease him, maybe because of both, who cares
you say no
the begging kicks in
Steven would look up at you, eyes wide and a little pissed off because he's asked so nicely
he'd clutch your hands into his and kiss your knuckles while staring at you, lips rosy and cheeks red
"Please? I really want you to sit on my face."
you still say no, he can do better than that
"Darling, please. I'll eat you out so good, I promise, I'd be able to push my tongue so deep into you, I'd even be able to rub my nose over that spot you like so much."
you'd be a mess by then
"Please, love. I want to feel you sit on my face, I want your legs around my head. I need it so bad, I want you to be all over me."
you'd give in once you see how hard he is just by the idea of having you ride his face
Wanda gets a call from Steve…
Steve: Y/N has been captured
Steve: well it’s Latveria so I don’t know how quick-
Wanda: I’m on it
Wanda blasts off, leaving her phone.
Steve: Wanda? Well hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Cold As Ice......
Pairing: ActorLoki x reader
Warnings: none I don't think......
Summary: life in the aftermath....
Part twenty eight-(final)
(Ten years later)
"Lokiiii!!! Get your blue butt in here and deal with this, now!!" You yelled to him in the backyard. Going back in to the mayhem that was unfolding in your living room. You stood In the doorway when you felt Loki come up behind you and hug you, placing a kiss on your neck. "What's the matter my love?" He asked kissing under your ear. "Loki......stop trying to distract me." You said turning around. He placed a hand on his chest and gasped "can't a husband dote on his wife without suspicion?" He asked feigning innocence. "Just get in there and deal with that before someone gets hurt." You said nudging him. "As you wish my lady." He nodded and headed to the living room.
"Brother, how many times must we tell you not to twirl the children around on that hammer of yours." You heard Loki scolding his brother. "But brother, it was their idea." You heard Thor say. You heard them arguing for a few minutes before going in. "Thor, stop trying to maim my children and Loki, be nice to your brother." You said grabbing the kids hands. "Sorry y/n." Thor said looking down. You saw Loki smirk at his brother being in trouble. "You two really are brothers." You said rolling your eyes taking the kids to the kitchen.
"OK, you two go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon." You said and they ran off. "Loki!" You yelled "Yes darling?" He peeked around the corner, "can you set the table, wanda and tony will be here anytime." You said finishing dinner. He came up behind you wrapping his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. "That's not setting the table Loki." You said turning your head. "Can't I make Thor do it?" You sighed "no, you do it." You said sternly. "Yes my love." He said kissing you shoulder.
You watched as Loki set the table, Thor coming up patting him on the shoulder, laughing about something. You loved seeing him smile. A few years ago you convinced Loki to get in contact with him, telling him Thor was as in the dark as he was and it shouldn't be held against him, and after a few long arguments between them the two have been practically inseparable. "Y/n, may I speak with you?" You heard Thor ask. "Sure, what's up?" You ask turning around. "I wanted to thank you, for bringing my brother and I back together. After everything, I feared there was no hope left. And If it weren't for you I fear he may never have spoken to me again." He said looking down. "He was hurt, and confused. I just did what I could to help him through it." You said looking at him. "I am in your debt my lady, my brother is truly lucky." He said nodding. You reached up and hugged him "now go help your brother set the table." You said nudging his shoulder. He nodded and went to help Loki.
You heard a knock on the door and ran to answer it. "Y/n!! Happy anniversary!" Wanda yelled as you opened the door, rushing to hug her. "I've missed you so much" you said letting go. "When are you due?" You asked her as she rubber her stomach. "Better be soon or I'm going to kill this one." She said pointing at Tony. "Hey, it's not my fault." He said hugging you. You all went to the living room, Thor and Loki no where to be found. " you two have a seat, I need to find the children......and my kids." You said hearing Wanda laugh. You walked down the hall to the guest room Thor used when he visited, finding the two brothers hunched over a small box. "Hey, what are you two doing?" You asked as Thor shoved the box in a drawer "nothing my dear, are Wanda and Tony here?" Loki asked. You eyed him suspiciously "yes......they're in the living room" you said looking at them. "Great, let's go." He said grabbing your hand dragging you out.
You all sat and had dinner, talking about everything and nothing. You watched Loki and Thor laughing about something, Wanda and Tony playing with your kids. Who would have thought ten years after the nightmare you had been through you'd be married to a literal prince, help him reconnect either his brother, have two beautiful children, Emma who looked just like her dad with her raven curls and emerald eyes and William, who took a little more after you in looks but had his dad's sass. Life really was perfect.
You bid Wanda and Tony goodnight as they left. You went to get the kids in bed as Thor and Loki talked in the living room. You got everyone settled and headed to your room, figuring Loki was going to talk to his brother awhile. You changed into your pajamas and climbed in bed, ready to pass out from the day when Loki came in and gently closed the door, with the small box in his hand. "Hey, I thought you were going to hang out with Thor a bit longer." You said sitting up. "No, I want to spend time with my wife" he smiled, bending over to kiss you.
He sat down in front of you turning the box in his hand. "What's that?" You asked looking at him. He looked up at you and smiled. "Thor brought this with him, and I had a question to ask you." He said fidgeting with the box. "Well I'm already married so you a bit too late there." You said winking at him. You heard him laugh. He sighed, closing his eyes, and you saw his skin shift to the dark blue shade you love so much. Looking at you with those beautiful ruby eyes. "Y/n, you have been the light in my darkness, the love of my life. I have lived a thousand years, and have never felt what I've found in you. You have loved me and accepted me for who I am from the beginning." He said tearing up. You reached up caressing his cheek "my love, these last ten years have been the best of my long life, and I want to spend an eternity with you, if you'll have me." He said looking at you. "Oh Loki, I'll always choose you." You said smiling. He handed you the box "y/n, will you spend eternity with me?" He asked. You looked at him confused opening the box to see and apple, but it wasn't red, it was a gold color. "Loki, what's this?" You ask holding it up. "That is one idunn's apples, they are what give Thor and I our long lives." He said looking at you. "If you eat it, you will live as long as I do." He said.
You turned the apple in your hand, you could have eternity with the man you love. "But.....what about the kids? I couldn't...." you started and he stopped you "I have two more for them, when they are old enough, I shall let them choose If that's what they want." He said holding your hand. "But what if you get bored of me, or stop loving me?" You asked, doubt creeping in. "That will never happen, i want nothing more then to spend every second with you and my children until my last breath." He said, you looked into his teary eyes, yours started flowing too. "That's what I want to Loki." You said smiling. You looked at him and took a bite. Even eternity wouldn't be enough time......💚
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This song is what I imagine it would be like to be in love with Steven….
Like just imagine waking up one morning to the sun shining through the window and his face is buried in your neck. Your fingers running softly through his hair as he slowly wakes up and his rough, but at the same time soft, voice fills the quiet room.
“Good morning, love.”
In that moment all you feel is euphoric and whole as he sleepily presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
Walking through a museum with him for one of your many dates as he excitedly explains and points to everything as his hand softly holds onto yours. You haven’t have a clue to what he’s really talking about, but you can’t help, but smile at him while feeling just a tad bit excited yourself.
You always fall even more in love with him in those moments even if you didn’t think you could possibly love him more than you already do.
Grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and smashing his lips against yours to stop his silly rambling. He’s still a bit hesitant at first and awkwardly holds his hands in the air, not quite sure where to put them. But as your hand slides up his neck and into his hair his body automatically relaxes into you. Then his hands gently grab onto your mid section and it drives you wild like all the other times. The feeling of his soft full lips moving against yours makes your head swoon and the feeling of his fingers gently digging into your skin makes you feel weak in the knees.
A huge smile breaks out across your face as you pull away to take in a much needed breath. With his eyes staring so deeply and lovingly into yours while your foreheads rest against each other you can’t help the overwhelming feeling in your chest that blossoms. It’s the most thrilling feeling you’ve ever felt in your life and he’s the only one who is able to make you feel this way.
You feel like an idiot as a happy lone tear slides down your cheek.
Then you watch as his brows scrunch up into worry as his hand quickly comes up to your cheek, “what’s wrong, love? Did I do somethin wrong, if I did-” you quickly cut him off.
“No, no, you did absolutely nothing wrong. I just…” your eyes close as you lean your head more into his touch. You feel him gently squeeze your hip before pulling you in just a little closer.
“What, what is it?” He whispers out worriedly and you just know his mind is still racing with thoughts of self doubt. So, you open your eyes and give him a loving smile, “I just really fucking love you, Steven Grant.”
A Losing Game || 1
Pairing: Matt Murdock/Gender-Neutral!Reader (established relationship)
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: For the past few years, your life had gone exactly how you wanted it to. You are living in New York City, have a well paying job, and are happily dating Matt Murdock. Life is good. Until it isn't.
Notes: Alright, here we are. Something I said to myself that I'd never be able to do: a multi-chapter fic. Let's see if I can finish it lol.
You’re late again. You’ve been living in New York for three years. One would think you’d have learned how long it takes to travel across the city by now. At least your friends are patient and a quick phone call assures them you’re alright.
“About time you showed up!” your friend Foggy called upon seeing you enter the bar.
“I’m not even that late,” you say, pulling on the chair next to your boyfriend, Matt, and sitting down.
“Only by twenty minutes, but who’s counting?” Karen says, pushing a bottle toward you.
“Just the guy checking his watch every two minutes.” Foggy shoots a glance at Matt. “Which wouldn’t be so bad, except, you know, it talks to him.”
You glance over at Matt and just make out the pink tinge to his cheeks under the dim lights. You place a hand on his cheek.
“I think it’s sweet he still worries about me,” you say softly, a loving look on your face as you look at him.
“I’ll always worry about you,” Matt says before turning his head to kiss your palm.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Foggy jokes, interrupting the moment. “God, I thought couples were supposed to be out of the honeymoon phase by now. It’s a little worrying how much you two still care about each other.”
“We’ve only been dating for a year, Foggy,” you say with a laugh, dropping your hand from Matt’s face. Matt throws an arm around the back of your chair, running his fingers across your shoulder every now and again.
“That’s plenty of time to learn about someone’s faults and be annoyed by them.”
“Okay, then what about you and Marci?” Karen asks with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s completely different.”
“How so?” Matt asks, joining Karen’s teasing.
“Because it’s only been eight months. Not nearly enough time to get sick of someone.”
“So I shouldn’t text her and tell her you won’t love her in four months?” A wide-eyed, innocent look on your face as you start to pull your phone. Karen and Matt are chuckling all the while.
“If you do that, I swear our friendship is over! And then where will you be without me to brighten your day?”
“Eh, I’ll still have Karen and Matt,” you say with a wave of your hand. You punctuate your unconcerned act by taking a swig from your bottle and turning away from Foggy.
“Unbelievable. Does our relationship mean nothing to you?” Foggy asks in feigned offense.
“I suppose it’s because we’re out of the honeymoon phase.”
The rest of the night continues in much the same fashion, everyone joking and catching up. Meeting at Josie’s after work was a common occurrence for the group, something you all did about once every other week. And even though Matt, Karen, and Foggy all worked together, it was good for them all to hangout outside of the office.
When the night comes to a close for all of you, you link your arm with Matt’s and say your goodbyes to Karen and Foggy.
“Night lovebirds!” Foggy calls, much louder than he needs to be since you’re still only a few feet away. “Enjoy your honeymoon!” he continues, to which Karen promptly elbows him in the side, causing Foggy to cry out in pain. She waves at you and Matt before dragging Foggy away before he can say anything else.
“What was that about?” you laugh.
“Nothing,” Matt quickly replies. “Just Foggy having a little too much to drink.”
You hum in response, putting it out of your mind. Foggy normally doesn’t get drunk on these nights out unless everyone else does. You figure he was just having a good time. You can’t blame him with the slight buzz you have going on.
The walk back home is quiet, peaceful. You enjoy these nighttime walks with Matt. Less crowded streets, the neighborhood quieter than during the day, though not completely silent. It was impossible for New York City to be completely without sound. At times like this, you get to linger more on the feel of his arm against yours. The thoughts of the day are far from your mind and the only thing you think about is Matt. You turn your head to look at him and you see the small, pleasant smile on his face. You don’t say anything. You just smile and continue on your way.
You reach the apartment in what feels like no time, taking out your key and opening the door. While you and Matt had been dating for a year, you had moved in with him just shy of four months together. Your lease was up and Matt wasn’t shy about asking you to live with him. If he were anyone else, you might have hesitated. But you’ve known Matt for so long and you were—you are absolutely in love with him. You practically jumped at the chance to make your relationship more serious.
“You going out tonight?” you ask, walking toward the bedroom with Matt following close behind.
“Just for a little while, yeah.” Matt starts shucking his work clothes as you dig out the shirt and pants he normally wears under the Devil suit. “Things seem pretty quiet tonight, so I shouldn’t be gone long. Don’t stay up too late,” he calls the last part to your retreating back as you head toward the bathroom.
“Says the man who doesn’t fall asleep until 2 a.m. on a good day,” you reply like you don’t also have a bad habit of staying up later than what’s good for you.
After Matt suits up and you finish your nighttime routine, he walks up to you and kisses you.
“I love you,” he says quietly, his gloved fingers stroking your cheek.
“I love you, too.” You’ve known about Matt being Daredevil for as long as you’ve known him. You know what kind of trouble he can get himself into. To say you don’t worry about him, though, would be a lie. But you also know he’ll always come back to you. He might be covered in blood when he does, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
The next morning starts out like any other. You carefully crawl out from underneath Matt’s arm, trying not to wake him. He didn’t stay out too late, but you know he needs all the sleep he can get. On silent feet, you make your way out to the kitchen to start breakfast, hoping the noise won’t wake Matt as you slowly start pulling out the dishes and ingredients you need.
You don’t always take the time to make a nicer breakfast, especially on a weekday when neither of you have much time in the morning, but you want to start today off on a good note. You hear the bed creak as Matt rolls over and lets out a quiet groan. Damn, you had barely gotten started.
“Stay in bed,” you say, not needing to raise your voice. Matt can hear you even when you whisper. “I’ll come get you when everything’s done.”
There’s no response, but neither is there any more sounds of him turning over. Either he isn’t quite awake or he’s obeying you and trying to hoard a few more minutes of sleep. You get back to work.
French toast topped with fresh fruit and whipped cream from a can may not exactly be the healthiest of meals, but it certainly is a nice treat for the both of you.
“What’s the occasion?” Matt asks when you set his plate in front of him after you fetched him from bed.
You hesitate for the briefest moment before you speak, a stillness you don’t think Matt noticed.
“I just wanted to do something nice for us today.” You dig into your food, taking a heaping bit of bread, whipped cream, and a single piece of fruit.
“The world’s not going to end is it?” Matt jokes, taking a bite from his own plate. You nearly choke.
“You always think the worst, don’t you?” you reply after clearing your throat.
“Well, if not that, then you must want something.” The smile on his face tells you he’s still teasing.
“The only thing I want,” your tone shifting to something more serious, though you maintain the lightness, “is for you to be happy. And if I can make that happen, I will, even if it’s just making you breakfast.” You reach across the table and take Matt’s hand.
A look of pure adoration replaces the mirth that was on his face. You’re sure you have the same expression. Matt swipes his thumb across the tops of your fingers, resting for the briefest moment on your third finger before he lifts your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles.
“You planning on staying late at work?” he asks.
“Not if I can help it. Why?” You being held up at work happened more than you’d like, which is to say that it happened at all. It was also at least part of the reason you ran late last night while trying to get to Josie’s.
“Just wanted to make dinner for you is all.”
“Ooh, is it going to be romantic?” You tease.
“You’ll just have to wait to find out.” He sits up, leaning forward to kiss you before sitting down again to finish eating.
The rest of the morning plays out normally. Both you and Matt get ready for work, walk out of the apartment, and then down the sidewalk together. After a certain point you both go your separate ways, though not without a kiss goodbye.
Throughout the day you’re on edge, constantly looking out the window and checking the news on your phone. You try to work through the distraction. You are, after all, getting paid very well for this nice, cushy office job and even though your coworkers can be very understanding, you’d rather not get in trouble for not pulling your weight right now.
You finally drift off into your work, briefly blacking out everything else. It’s just turning from morning to afternoon when everyone’s phones start ringing, including your own.
“Are you okay?” It’s Matt. You can tell from the tone of his voice that he’s worried.
“I’m fine. Everyone’s calling or getting called, though. What happened?” You try to step away from the other people in the office, barely able to hear Matt over the sound of so many voices.
“Another invasion, from the sounds of it.” Invasion, meaning aliens. You weren’t here for the Battle of New York back in 2012 and even though it happened years ago, even though the idea of aliens isn’t new, the news of aliens invading Earth still sounds odd to your ears.
“In New York again?” you ask, already gathering your things, much like everyone else is doing, and heading for the stairs—the elevator already full to bursting with people.
“Yeah,” Matt sighs. Though he’s trying to hide it, you can still hear the tremble in his voice. “It’s not in this part of the city, so we’re holding up in the office for now. Can you make it here or do you need me to come get you?”
“No, I’ll be able to make it. I’m already on my way out of the building.” You wonder if he can hear how out of breath you are from rushing down a couple of flights of stairs. “Stay on the phone with me?”
By the time you made it out of your office building, the stairs were packed with people. The street feels slightly less crowded simply because there’s more space. While the fighting might not be happening here, people are still trying to make it home, or even out of the city. Nobody knows if it’s going to stay contained or if there’ll be flying sky whales collapsing on top of buildings again.
The walk takes forever, but through all the panic and elbows to your side, Matt is there, talking in your ear. He must have put you on speaker because occasionally you hear Foggy or Karen speaking up. The thought crosses your mind that maybe Foggy would’ve wanted to be with his family or with Marci, but at the very least if he’s at the office you’ll know he’s okay.
You finally make it inside the building holding the law office. Matt opens the door as you walk up to it and wraps his arms around you as you step through, breathing a sigh of relief that you’re here, safe with him.
After a while, things seemed to have calmed down. The single ship that landed went back up into space. For now, everything was quiet on that front. There are still people trying to leave the city, raiding every shop they could to hoard supplies. Matt and Foggy had ventured out to investigate, even grabbing a few things to be safe before returning back to the office.
By the time night falls, nothing has changed. You put forth the idea that you all should head home for now. You don’t see the point in sleeping in the office since nothing else is going to happen.
Eventually everyone parted ways, promising to keep in touch if something else happened and to meet back at the office tomorrow. Matt would have begged you to not go into work if you had insisted, but you didn’t. You wanted to be with him.
The next day, New York City was quiet. Efforts were already being made to clean up the part of the city that was the battleground for the aliens and Iron Man.
The same couldn’t be said for Wakanda.
Not much information has been released to the public, but everyone knows that’s where superhero level forces are gathering. You know it’s only a matter of time before the ships land and the real battle begins.
You know you’re fine in New York. You know Matt’s going to be fine, that Foggy and Karen are going to be fine. But that doesn’t stop the stress you feel. Even though you haven’t met any of them, you can’t help but worry about everyone in Wakanda, about what’s happening in space light years away.
The others are constantly refreshing news websites on their phones, trying to get any scrap of information they can. It’s how they learn about the brief stop in Scotland the aliens made, making them wonder what they could even want there and what they even want in general. Matt keeps an ear out, trying to listen for any signs of another attack.
You’re trying to take your mind off of everything. It’s not that you don’t care. You do. But the thought has run through your mind before and you know there’s nothing you can do to help. You resign yourself to waiting until it’s all over before finally breathing easily.
Matt picks up on your distress no matter how much you try to hide it. He walks over to where you’re sitting in the main reception area of their small office. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he promises, even though he knows this isn’t something he can control. You respond by wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his chest, breathing in his scent to try to calm yourself down.
You hold each other for a moment.
Then you feel the exact moment Matt tenses. You pull away and look up at him.
“What’s wrong?” you ask. His head is tilted, intently listening to something far beyond your hearing.
Your question draws Foggy’s and Karen’s attention.
“Matt?” Foggy calls, trying to get his friend’s attention.
Then the rest of you start hearing the screaming. The sounds of cars crashing into each other. The utter chaos.
Foggy and Karen rush to the windows, staring out into the street, witnessing people disappear into ash and blown away in the wind.You stay seated. Matt, realizing what’s happening, brings his other arm around you, willing, begging whoever, whatever, that you’ll stay. That you won’t float away like the strangers below. And even as he’s holding on to you, Matt calls his friends names.
“We’re still here,” Foggy answers, though he isn’t sure if that statement will remain true. He has his hand on Karen’s upper arm. His grip is tight, leaving deep indents in her arm. You wonder how Karen hasn’t shrugged him off, but then realize it’s her own way of making sure Foggy is still beside her.
Minutes or hours later, you’re all still there. Everyone comes together, suffocating hugs all around. Grateful that nobody has been lost, yet still saddened by the disappearance of so many people. Phone calls are then made, to family, other friends. Cries of relief when everyone remained whole. By random chance, it seems, everyone the others know is fine.
Almost a full day later Captain America along with Black Widow issued a press release, detailing the world’s, the universe’s, tragedy. Thanks to Thanos, half of all life is just…gone.
And even though you feel selfish doing so, you breathe easier now that there’s nothing else you have to worry about. You get to continue living happily with the people you love.
It’s been nearly a month since the Snap. Life has, in a way, returned to normal. Though the world has been forced to deal with a harsh new reality, that doesn’t mean it stopped spinning for everyone still left.
Matt has been busier than ever, at both jobs. You’re not entirely convinced he needs to go out for as long as he does every night as Daredevil, but you suppose he’s using it as a coping mechanism. While everyone he personally knows and cares about came out unscathed, his city is still in pain. He refuses to rest until the wounds are healed, as much as they can, anyway.
You and Matt are just finishing up dinner, still at the table, having the last few bites. Throughout it all, the preparation and the eating, you stared at Matt, at the shadows under his eyes, the just yellowing bruise on his jaw. The light from the billboard pours through the colored glass, covering Matt in pulsating red and yellow. Maybe tonight’s the night you say something, convince him to either stay in or return early if nothing else.
You’re thinking through how best to broach the subject when you notice Matt’s attention is no longer on his dinner, or even in the apartment. His face is slightly turned away, brow furrowed with a far away look. Even still, he hasn’t tensed. He’s not jumping up to push you out of the way. Whatever he hears, it must not be a threat.
“What is it?” you finally ask, setting your fork down, getting ready to move at a moment’s notice.
“I’m…not sure.” He stands, grabbing his glasses from the counter and putting them on. Now your curiosity is piqued, not knowing why Matt feels the need to hide his eyes, putting up a wall between him and whoever he’s going to be talking to.
It could only mean someone was on their way here, and most likely talking about it to another person if Matt heard and knows for sure this is their destination.
Matt walks toward the short hallway that acts as an entryway. You turn in your chair to watch him, deciding not to stand just yet. You can hear voices, but that’s not out of the ordinary for an apartment building.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, a knock on the door. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until the sound makes you jump. Even though Matt hasn’t said anything, you stand now, about to follow him until he puts out a hand to stop you.
“Wait here,” he whispers. You notice he’s tense now. That isn’t a good sign.
Matt makes his way down the hall, but apparently he doesn’t reach the door fast enough. The person on the other side starts pounding on the door a second later, demanding to be let in. Your blood runs cold even without knowing who it is, what they even want.
Matt finally opens the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” he practically growls the words, anger simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for a reason to be let out.
“Where are they?” a man asks, not bothering to acknowledge Matt’s question.
But that voice. You know that voice. But it can’t be…
You start to take a few steps forward to the hall, needing to see for yourself.
And then the man says your name.
You freeze. You swear you hear Matt growl over the pounding in your ears.
“Not here.” You don’t know how, but he fills the words with an unspoken warning. Leave, or else.
“The thing is, I don’t believe you, considering this is listed as their address. So I’ll ask again, where are they?”
“Tony, that’s enough,” a second man says, his own voice is raised, trying to get his companion to back off. You’re pretty sure you know that voice, too.
But it’s the name “Tony” that has you stumbling forward. You have to know, have to see for yourself.
As soon as you round the corner into the hall, you see Tony Stark standing in the doorway, trying to get past Matt, who has a hand on the door with his body pressed close to the wall to keep the opening small, to keep Tony from pushing his way inside.
Tony has his own hand pressed to the outside of the door, trying to push it open—and failing. The view you have of him is limited, but you can still make out his gaunt features, the haunted yet wild look in his eyes as he stares Matt down.
Then Tony looks up, past Matt’s shoulder, and meets your eye.
“You,” he practically shouts, giving the door another push while trying to shove Matt out of the way at the same time. “You need to fix this.”
“You can’t just force your way into someone’s home!” Tony’s friend shouts at the same time, wrapping an arm around Tony and attempting to hold him back, giving you a glimpse of who it is. Colonel James Rhodes.
This doesn’t make any sense.
What the hell is going on?
“What are you talking about?” you mutter. You barely hear yourself so you’re not sure how anyone can make out your words.
“Thanos. The stones. All of it,” Tony raves like a man half mad. He’s stopped pushing at the door and now just stands there, jabbing a finger in your direction. Rhodey still keeps his arm on his friend. “The wizard said your name. Fourteen million outcomes and he said to find you. So you fix this.”
Bucky x Y/n, they help heal Bucky with their abilities after Bucky gets injured during a fight♥️
Healing While Hurting
Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: mentions of cuts and injuries, nothing really serious but just thought I’d put it in here just in case
In a universe full of unique, amazing superpowers you considered yours a very boring power. You didn’t consider your power useful in combat and it wasn’t really exciting. You actually had a pretty tame power. This power was the power to heal. Unlike the typical healing power, yours would take some time. In order for it to work you’d have to hover your hands, power emitting from your palms over the inflicted area. Again unlike the typical healing power, of course there was a catch. While you used your healing power, your hands would sting. Now it wasn’t typically unbearable, but depending on how much actually needed to be healed, would affect the intensity of the stinging sensation.
After a long time of having this power and using it for minor things, you became numb to the sting though, so it didn’t bother you much. After getting recruited to join S.H..I.E.L.D you found a good use for your power, healing the avengers who became injured in their oh so many battles. It was quite enjoyable. Helping the good guys, being a part of something big, getting to meet and know everyone. And eventually you met Bucky who you surprisingly became moderately close with.
Bucky’s only come to you for healing twice before being that he had the super serum so he healed quicker than the average human. But sometimes things were so bad or irritable that he just needed the extra help which you didn’t mind.
Your hands worked, hovering over the flesh of his arm that was deeply cut. “I’m glad you came to me,” you said, eyes fixed on the red gash while a light emitted from your hands. “I didn’t want to, it wasn’t necessary,” he said.
“Yeah, well the pool of blood says otherwise.” You were honestly just glad Sam convinced him to see you, otherwise you can’t imagine what he’d be going through. “Do you feel a little better at least?” You ask moving on to the next section of cuts you spotted.
“I feel fine,” he winced as he moved his arm so you could get a better angle, making you shake your head at his not very convincing words before focusing on the healing process once more.
You’ve been working on Bucky for a while, with chattering every now and then, but with no words shared in the last couple of minutes, the growing stinging sensation suddenly became very noticeable for you. You try to push the feeling out but it’s so prominent. Distracted for a second your power weakens, but not quite ready to be done you push forward eyebrows knitting together.
Holding it in for a couple more seconds, you eventually cave, putting your hands down once it becomes unbearable. Hands resting on your thighs you let out a little breath as the feeling subsided only a smidge.
“Hey, are you alright?”
You let out a grunt before shaking off the feeling, “yeah I’m great, just give me a second.” Your powers were no secret, neither were the conditions surrounding them.
“We can stop if it’s too much for you.”
It was sort of endearing how he was thinking about your wellness while he was sitting all banged up in front of you.
“Are you kidding me? This is nothing compared to what you’re probably going through. I'm fine, just give me a moment.”
Bucky waited while you tried not to let the deafening silence kill you. After some time you prepped yourself once more, “okay let’s continue,” your hands were ready to go but Bucky unexpectedly reached out grabbing one of your wrists. You freeze, the light from your hands fading while you try to ignore the sudden fluttery feeling that was created from the contact. “If it hurts, don’t continue.”
“Bucky, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“If it gets unbearable or even a little bit annoying, you have to stop.” His blue eyes find yours, and from the intense look you can just tell how serious he felt about the situation.
Skeptical, even with your assurance he finally lets go and you take a deep breath, hands resuming position. Who were you kidding, you weren’t going to tell him. But hopefully it won’t come to that point.
Our Last Night
Request by Anonymous
A loki/female reader sad story where they are pretty sure they’re facing a battle they won’t survive, so they know this may be their last night together, so they intend to make the most of it? Don’t hold back the sexiness, please? Thanks, and I really enjoy your stories. -C
This was it; you stood on the precipice of the unknown as you and the rest of Asgard's forces prepared for what was assuredly going to be the end. The dark elves had pushed your fellow warriors to the brink and though they were never going to give in to defeat, the odds were no longer in your favor. There was never a certainty in battle, but even Thor was sure that soon you would all be in the halls of Valhalla as there seemed no way this would not end in total destruction of your people.
“My fellow warriors,” Thor addressed the crowd, eating and drinking what would probably be their last meal, “I can say with all honesty that I have never fought besides more valliant and ferocious men and women in all my years. As I look around, I am proud that I have been able to lead the best that Asgard has to offer. You have made our ancestors proud and though we are facing insurmountable odds come the dawn, I know you will do our people justice in fighting till your last breath. We shall go to the halls of our fathers with honor, taking as many of those bastards with us. Let them see the true might of Asgard!”
The crowd raised their drinks and cheered loudly as they were filled with encouragement from their king. Even though you were moved by his words to give your all in the name of your fellow man, there was still that feeling in the back of your mind that knew you would not live past the battle tomorrow and it was hard to imagine all the things you would be leaving behind.
Downing the rest of your drink in one large gulp, you stood and made your way outside the large tent. The night was warm and the stars shone bright through the cloud free sky. You looked up and admired the beauty of it all, knowing it would be the last time you would ever be able to enjoy this view. A breeze blew through your hair and you tucked a stray piece behind your ear as someone was approaching you that you hadn’t noticed yet.
“Why is it that we never appreciate the simple things around us until we are certain it is going to be taken away from us?” a voice questioned from behind you. Turning, you came face to face with the God of Mischief himself.
“Because it is the mortality of it all that shows us what is most precious to us,” you replied with a warm smile. “It is when we are most afraid in those final moments that it forces us to examine what we put value to and what we will miss the most.”
Loki made his way to stand by your side, truly speechless at the raw honesty in your answer. “I suppose I never thought of it that way,” he agreed pensively.
“Walk with me, will you?” you asked and he nodded his head in agreement.
Both of you meandered through the war camp in silence for a bit. Loki moved closer to your side and you smiled as you enjoyed his company. Your prescence was calming to him as he thought of what was going to happen soon and he wondered how you were seemingly so calm.
“Are you not afraid of what is to come tomorrow?” he asked quietly after some time.
You faced him and stopped, pausing as you thought how to best answer his question. “It is hard not to be a little afraid when facing imminent death,” you admitted, “but I will do what I must and I have accepted what is to come. I will give everything I have and go out with pride if I must. I have no regrets, though there are things that I will miss.”
“And what would that be?” he curiously asked as you moved forward again.
“I will miss the feeling of the sun on my skin,” you smiled at the thoughts visualized in your mind's eye, “I will miss the sound of laughter in the halls as we eat and drink together, I will miss what my life could have become in the future. But, even above all of that, most of all I will miss you.”
The statement hit Loki in the chest like a punch as he realized what you had just said. The threat of death was knocking at the door and the only thing you cared about was not being able to be with him any longer. All the good times you had shared together as comrades had not only affected him, but you as well and he wondered what could have happened between the two of you if there had been more time.
Your bravery touched Loki in a way he had never known. Being here with you, watching as the light from the moon glistened through your hair and shimmered over your features as death was breathing down both your necks, he wanted nothing more than to have a taste of what could be.
Watching him, you were overcome with feelings that had always been there, but you had told yourself it wasn’t the right time. Facing your own mortality made you realize that it was him, it was always him that you had wanted, but never had the courage to pursue. There was nothing stopping you now and you had to at least give it a chance.
In your walking, you had come to a small clearing just outside of camp; the rustling of the grass in the night breeze drowned out most of the sounds of war preparations, leaving only the sweet chorus of the creatures of the wilds singing their nightly songs. It was just the two of you in the bright moonlight in your own little world. You stood face to face with the only person you wanted to be with as the world crumbled around you and you were at peace.
Loki watched you closely and realized you were so near to him now. Without thinking, you laced your fingers into the back of his hair and pulled his face to meet yours. Silently, you delicately pressed your lips to his and he reciprocated the advance by wrapping his arms around you. No thoughts, no worries, only the embrace of feelings.
“If this is my last night here on the plane of existence,” he breathed, “then I want to spend it with you. I don’t want to have any regrets.”
He pulled you again into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you tighter as he held you to his chest. “No regrets,” you whispered into his mouth. “Let us forget the entire world for a moment. Sleep with me; let me know you intimately before we go to our doom.”
You backed off from him a bit and undid the lacing on your leather top, removing it and letting it fall to the ground off your fingers and you held his gaze. The moon shone off of your bare shoulders making you glow like an ethereal being; Loki could not believe how beautiful you looked right at this moment.
“I could not think of a better way to go, my dear,” his words were soft and full of feeling.
Grabbing his hands in yours, you pull him to you and began to undo his own clothing as you locked your lips onto his again and again and again. The moment his skin touched yours, you felt a spark like an electric shock to your heart that had you losing yourself in him and he in you.
You both tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs and smiles. It did not matter that the ground was hard or that you were outside, you could only feel him. His lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck where he lingered as he sucked gently as your fingers traced circles onto the muscles on his back. Your gentle touch was sending Loki into a tailspin.
Pushing himself on top of you, he moved you to lay back against the ground as his lips trailed lower down your body. Everywhere they went it lit up your skin like fire until he reached your breasts. Your nipples were already hard from his touch as he took one into his mouth while the other he used his fingers on.
Your fingers ran through the back of his head, embracing him in a loving way as he went to work. "Oh my, you are so good at that,” you purred into his ear as you closed your eyes and simply allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation and the wetness between your legs grew.
You couldn’t take it anymore and you maneuvered yourself with a roll, putting Loki onto his back as you got on top. The urge to feel him inside of you flooded your being and you wanted nothing more than to ride him. Loki was surprised with the precision at which you moved him to his back, but he had no qualms. Quickly you undid his trousers and pulled them down, throwing them away from you and releasing his throbbing member before you undid your own and took them off as well.
Using his chest to help you steady yourself you lowered yourself onto him and easily he slipped inside of your wet core. He groaned loudly as the feeling of your walls stretching to fit all of him in sent shocks of pleasure down his spine. You repositioned yourself so that your hands rested behind you on his legs. Slowly at first, you began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding on his pubic bone to help bring you closer to your release.
As Loki looked up at you, your head tilted back as you rode him, the moon silhouetting your form, he was overcome with such passion for you he could hardly breathe. You were his own personal goddess and he wanted nothing more than to bring you immense pleasure. His hands found to your hips and gripped them tight as he moved them along with you.
“Gods, you look beautiful on top of me,” he growled with lust.
You ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it back over your shoulders and out of the way. A thin layer of sweat sparkled over your torso and you could feel yourself drawing closer and closer to that sweet release. Loki noticed you pick up the pace a little and knew you were getting close. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, rotating you while he was still inside you so that now you were on your back. He wanted to do the last bit of work to make you cum.
Grabbing one of your legs, he moved it up from under him and pushed it onto his shoulder so that he could pound into you deeper and deeper. Oh god he felt so good as he continued his steady rhythm.
“So close,” you moaned and then you felt it, that warmth growing at the base of your spine.
“Cum for me, my love, cum for me,” he panted, muscles straining hard.
Several more strokes and that was it. Your head flew back and you gasped as you came hard and fast. Loki could feel your walls clamp down hard as your orgasm shook through you and he too was come undone with a groan. His body shook along with your own until both of you fell into a pile on the ground of limbs and fluttering kisses.
Loki turned over onto his back and adjusted himself to be comfortable before he pulled you to him and held you in his embrace. Both of your glistening bodies were pressed tight together as you both rode out the last of your pleasures. You gazed back up at the sky; the stars felt as if they were burning brighter than ever before now as their last hoorah before they would soon be gone as the sun would banish them away.
This must be what Valhalla feels like, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment, just filled with emotion for the man laying at your side. There was something bittersweet about finally getting to be with him when it was too late, but you were grateful to at least have this fleeting time with him rather than nothing.
Suddenly, you felt Loki move beside you making you look up at him concerned that he was going to leave. “Don’t go, my love. Please, let us stay here until we can’t any longer,” you implored him, but he had no intention of going anywhere from you.
“I am not going anywhere, my sweet,” he reassured you as he pulled you in even tighter to his arms. “It’s only you that I want to lie with as the world caves in.”
Monday Mornings // S.G
Summary: Steven's found his new favourite way to start off his week.
Warnings: This is a smut ladies and gentlemen, teeth rotting lovin' from our favourite steven (fuck you steve rogers), and a hell lot of action.
Word Count: 5.5k+
Monday mornings were always the worst for Steven.
Not only did he have troubling sleeping, but when he did sleep, he'd wake up missing a few days and feeling like he got run over by a bus, twice. He also has to get up and get ready to catch the bus for his 8-hour shift of Trying Not To Kill Donna™ and Tolerating The Plethora Of Historical Inaccuracies™.
But recently, since you've been in his life, he's come to not mind Mondays — in fact, he even looks forward to them now.
Steven never thought he'd manage to have himself a friend, let alone a girlfriend.
But he, somehow, managed not to fuck up the days, showed up on time and brought you roses and some fancy chocolate — leaving you with a very good impression for a first date and a heart yearning for more.
You couldn't help it, really, the gravitational pull to the mystifying universe that was Steven was just far too captivating for you not to get attracted to.
The way he talks and gesticulates, with widened eyes filled with unbridled mirth and excitement as he talks about the latest addition to the museum, or his love for Egyptian deities and their histories, had come to have quite the effect on you.
An effect that's warm and dopey, reminding you of the after effects of cough syrup, or a long day in the sun.
You found yourself staring at him often, with a small smile and a look of adoration, in wonder as to how the hell didn't he manage to get snagged way sooner? couldn't people see the beautiful curve of his angular jaw, reflecting the light off in a way that made it look all the much more sharper? or the way his finely curved cupid bow would dip when his pink lips would smile or he'd speak, and wonder what it'd feel like to kiss them? did they not wonder what his soft, dark curls would feel like as they ran their fingers through them?
Because you certainly did — in fact, it's all you did since you've met Steven.
You've spent hours, days, wondering how nice his lips would feel between yours, or how wonderful it'd feel to touch his soft, dark curls, fantasizing about how they'd feel as they snag gently between your fingertips as you played with them, or tugging at them as his soft lips mouth at your neck, your chest, maybe your thighs, or at somewhere warmer, wetter.
And his fingers— god, his fingers — you imagined them holding yours and playing with them as you huddled up with him, imagined how'd they feel caressing your face in motions soothing both you and him. There were the occasional images of his fingers splayed around your neck, touching and caressing and groping. these were usually followed by abrupt, lust-filled flashes of his fingers shoved deep inside you as you rock in rhythm with his long, strong fingers stroking your cunt.
Steven thinks he's the luckiest chap on earth for managing to somehow get someone so beautiful, so wonderful, someone like you, to be his girlfriend— his.
He doesn't know that you wake up everyday with pretty much the same thought; in wonder of how you managed to find someone so sweet, so lovely, like steven to be your boyfriend, to be yours.
Yours to hold, yours to touch, to love, to fuck, yours, yours, yours.
And you're his, too. His to admire, his to hold, to protect, to make love to, his, his, his — fucking his.
Since you've been in his life, you've not only made him like Mondays, but every other day, and every hour — pretty much every second because your here, you're with him, in his life and his bed — and sometimes in his makeshift office reading his books and touching his things, asking questions with wide, pretty eyes and listening to his long stories with a pretty smile on your pretty face.
And Steven has to hold himself back, then, to not pounce on you and kiss your soft lips and feel that lovely smile with his eyes closed, tracing out every line and ridge of your lips and commit them to memory, or take you by the waist over to his bed and make your eyes widen and flutter in something other than curiosity.
Or maybe even just hold you, take you in his arms and hold you close till the only thing he can feel is you, till his senses and his heart are full of you — becoming one with you.
Steven's realized that this is the only way he can actually sleep: with your arms around him, fingers soothing through his curls in motions that left his brain half-melted into his cranium as you kissed his forehead goodnight.
It's his new favourite thing, having you cradle him in your arms and letting him hold you in return, dozing off with you in a sleep so deep that he question himself the next morning if he might've accidentally slipped into a short coma.
it's just that — he's never felt quite so refreshed when he woke up. Steven usually woke up bolting out of bed, with the memories of a far-too-vivid nightmare and a metallic taste in his mouth.
He never falls asleep so easily either; it's usually an unintentional thing. He fights off sleep like it's his mortal enemy, and in return sleep yanks and wrangles his consciousness till it slips and he submits to sleep's awaiting claws unwittingly.
But with you sleep is something tender — something warm and riddled with child-like exhaustion, lulling him to a warm and gooey sense of calm.
And he loves waking up with you still in his arms, too. Besides feeling like everytime he wakes up to you is the most relaxed he'll ever be, he loves the little littered kisses that follow your hoarsely murmured "morning", kisses so random that it makes him think you're mapping out obscure constellations across his face and neck.
Another things steven has grown to love is putting that newfound energy he got from his deep sleep into good use.
Like he's doing right now.
it's why loves Mondays, he gets to watch you cum to start off his week. He couldn't imagine a better anything to motivate him go get through the week like the sight of you splayed out on his bed, fisting his sheets and moaning his name.
The sight of you breaking down in pleasure under his hold has him ready to go through his week, if only to get to have you for the weekend, two whole day to make you tremble and mewl under him — or above him, he doesn't mind.
"Fuck, steven, please," this is the nth time you beg him this morning to please just give you a little more, a little friction, please just anything to make you cum.
But he likes to savour these moments, and by savouring he means holding you on edge for as long as he can before you go insane.
And you know that he loves this, you know that your voice begging and moaning for him will echo in his head all day, acting as a confidence booster and adding a little skip to his step.
His tongue slows once more, "I thought you told me to do whatever I want?" he asks, his sound muffled by your sopping center.
"yes, I— but please, I can't, it's been too long, please steven, please, please, please." your voice comes out soft and breathy, edged with simmering desperation. You think if he doesn't do something soon you'll have to take matters into your own hands — flip him over and ride him till you're both sated.
He chuckles, deep and low, shooting you a smile too sly to be on your sweet steven's face, but that's what you do to him — your begging and whining spurring him to a confident dominance.
He continues his ministrations once more, this time granting your wish and adding two of his long fingers into you, spreading you open for the first time this morning. involuntarily, you clench around them, your muscles reacting to the gratification of your wishes for more friction. His mouth is on your cunt again, licking and sucking at your clit — giving it small kitten licks and a light graze of his teeth.
And it's too much now, it's been almost 30 minutes that's he's been shoving his tongue in you and playing with your clit that the mere addition of his finger significantly increases the tempo of your heart. You can feel yourself break a sweat despite the cool air of steven's apartment, and your vocal cords strum on their own accord; low mewls and moans of his name sound from deep within your throat, increasing in pitch with every stroke of his fingers inside — especially as he repeatedly hits that one spot that has you keening.
As you clench more around his fingers, Steven finds himself involuntarily moaning into your cunt. Deep, needy sounds escaping him as he thinks of how good you'd feel around his cock — his painfully hard cock that has so far only been stimulated by Steven's occasional hump of the mattress.
He's trying to savour this, savour you, saving his pleasure till you're begging and delirious, only then will he let himself sate the throbbing ache at his center.
But he's in a playful mood today, something he's been more and more since he's been with you.
Your presence around him and they way you react and respond him help him believe that maybe he's not as much of a loser as he thought himself to be. He's got to be doing something right if he managed to get you.
You make him confident and calm, and Steven has never felt more confident in his own skin than when he was around you, cracking jokes and retelling anecdotes to watch you giggle and look at him like he's your stars and moon, or like when he was spreading you open with his mouth, finger and cock to watch you shudder and cry under him.
You moan louder underneath him, your back arching on it's own accord as the vibrations of his deep moans stimulate your clit further. He keeps moving his fingers inside you, barely pulling them out before they're stroking at your spot again — it's almost a grind now, steady and deep. He moans once more and you arch further, your hips jutting towards his jaw causing your center to grind with his tongue and fingers. He keeps sucking at your clit, pulling for a moment to blow cool air on it then delving back in. The sudden shift from warm to cool then warm again throws you for a loop, and for a moment your head spins dangerously as if you've just stepped off a rollercoaster and fuck you don't think you can take it; it's too much , too good, too— fuck fuck fuck it's so goo—
—Steven pulls away just as you begin to spasm around him, already tipping off the edge. The shock of him pulling away so suddenly — ripping away both his warm tongue and his fingers — has you reeling back from climax.
"What the fuck? Why Steven?" you inquire, trying to sound stern but your voice is still high and breathy, cracking in the middle to further prove how far gone you were before he rudely interrupted your descent to your high.
"If you want to come I think you have to pull your own weight around here," he replies, a playful smile on his softened features, contrasting his teasing words.
His intention isn't lost on you; you know how much Steven likes you riding him, and how much better it feels when you're in a desperate haze like you are now.
He pulls back, giving you space to lower your leg from his shoulder and scoot back to sit up and look at him.
His jaw and lips shine with your arousal, and you have to resist the urge to pull him by the nape to taste yourself on his lips, opting instead to shoot him the stink eye.
But you can only manage a slight furrow, still too hazy with endorphins to summon an expression holding any true discontentment.
"Couldn't you have done this after you made me come?" you arch a brow, "It's only fair after you've been torturing me for the past 30 minutes."
Steven's smile stretches, peaking slightly at one side, granting him a cheshire effect.
"Please?" he bats his lashes at you and slightly tilts his head, and fuck that bastard has the audacity to look so cute. He doesn't hang on your previous comment, knowing by now that your words are teasing at best, and hold no true contempt.
You try to resist him, you really do, but Steven's current mannerisms remind you of a cute kitty, with his doe eyes and warm expression, and you find it hard to deny him — or yourself — the pleasure of granting his wish.
You push yourself upwards, your fingers hook with the chain around his neck, and you use it to pull him towards you as you tilt your head to give him a soft kiss, and another, followed by another one, this time slightly hotter — his tongue moving to slot itself between your lips granting you a taste of yourself mixed in with his own tatse.
And he tatses sweet, something slightly tart but sweet like powdered sugar. You would kiss him forever if you could, but unfortunately your need for air makes itself ever-present, so you pull away to take in small gasps of air before going back to kiss his lips not even a second later.
One of Steven's hands move from where it rests at your hip to hitch up your shirt — well, his shirt — but he made the mistake of once telling you what's his is yours, so now this shirt, and all his other shirts, are a part of your assets.
His other hand moves to hold the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he takes control and kisses your mouth with barely controlled desperation — you think if he doesn't get his cock in you soon he'll just opt to fucking your mouth with his tongue.
Another low sounds vibrates against your lips like it did against your clit, and you find yourself kissing him with more fervour, chasing the pretty sound and hoping to elicit more of it.
You move the hand holding his chain to splay against his neck, not squeezing but simply resting there. Your other hand moves down his warm chest, your fingers tracing at his abs and suddenly you're overcome with urge to lick them and taste his flesh under your tongue.
But you save it, waiting to build him like he did with you. Your hands continue their trail towards his boxers to find them already stained with his arousal. You reach beyond the hem, a reluctant finger caressing his wet tip.
Steven's breath hitches against your lips, and he pulls for a moment to release a shaky exhale. His eyes flutter open for a moment, and he moans when he sees your eyes already open, watching him with blown-out pupils.
His reaction motivates you, and you reach in to pull his cock out, pushing away his boxers and watching as he impatiently rips them off and throw them somewhere in the corner.
You tilt your face forward, moving to reconnect your lips. This time you offer Steven a gentle kiss, something to match the light caress of your hand against his aching cock.
He groans against your lips, his mouth parting slightly as you increase your tempo a little, and you repeat the same tongue movements he used against your cunt on his lips, eliciting a much higher moan this time — almost a whine. Steven's hands grip you closer, leaving you almost flushed against him.
You pull away to watch him. His brows are furrowed and his lips hang slightly as soft pants hit your lips.
You move one leg to straddle his hip, not stopping your hand movements on his cock, and you gently manoeuvre him so that he's lying in the center of the bed. He lets you move him around, completely pliant under your touch.
Your grip tightens around him, stimulating him further and you watch as he tilts his head back with a low moan. Your other hand, which now rests at his shoulder, moves down to graze over his nipples. You watch as they harden under your touch and lean down to kiss one, taking it in your mouth and giving it a long suckle for good measure.
Steven's hip stutter underneath you, his jerky movement almost throwing you off where you're straddling his hips. He's panting rapidly now, with moans and whines slipping from his lips — one's he can't control even if he wants to.
You weren't the only one getting all hot and bothered this past half hour. Steven has been fighting the urge to grant himself relief, waiting to feel your touch and your pussy. He's spent the last 30 minutes getting harder and harder, till it's almost pleasurebly painful that you're touching him now.
"fuck, oh please," he whines, his brow furrowing deepening and his back arching slightly. He doesn't know what he's begging for, he definitely doesn't want to come before he's inside you and made you come, but he's also so achingly hard and wants more friction than simply your hands.
"please what, baby?" you tease, enjoying how easy it is to make him like this: needy and whiny all for you.
"n-need you, please. y-your m-mouth or-or anything, please," he begs, his voice going deeper as he tries to ground himself for your pleasure.
You lean down and grant him a long kiss on his parted soft, pink lips. He kisses you back fervently, wasting no time to lick at your lips and arching under you to touch your skin together, only to realize your still wearing his shirt. He pulls back, this time the furrow in his brows is of contempt toward the offending clothing. He quickly pulls it off of you, throwing it in the same direction his boxers went. Immediately, his hand is soothing down your hair and splaying across your back to pull you closer to him. You go with him, leaning till your chest is in contact with his warm one and meet his lips halfway through for a brief kiss before you pull back to litter kisses across his jaw and down his neck. You pause at that sensitive spot at his jugular and give it a light bite, before soothing it with a lick of your tongue. Steven's head falls back to the pillow, his moans vibrating through his throat and against your lips.
His hips thrust up to meet every movement of your hand, setting a slow and steady pace as he fucks himself up into your fist.
You begin kissing down his chest, following the same trail your hands took a few minutes ago. You mouth at his chest once more, sucking each nipples into your mouth for a few seconds each, swirling your tongue around his areola.
Steven's moans increase then, adopting a breathier edge. His hips move rapidly again your hands, his hipbone slapping against your inner thighs.
"Please, please, fuck. So good, too good fo'me," he murmurs towards the ceiling as his head tips back further, exposing the veins of his neck. You look up at him, mesmerized by his beauty. Something about Steven when he's so needy like this has you reeling. His blissed expression triggering more wetness between your thighs. You stop your ministrations for a moment, moving to put both hands on either side of steven's broad chest.
He whines pitifully, his hips stuttering against nothing. Suddenly his cock feels cold against the breeze coming from the window in the corner, and he tries to fight the tingles at the base of his spine and his cock to focus enough to open his eyes and look at you.
As his eyes manage to flutter open, they're already closing again as you begin to kiss his neck once more, sucking and biting at his soft throat.
His hands move to hold you closer, one tangling in your hair and the other tightening around your waist. He makes a soft noise, one that interrupts your kisses and attempts at marking him and you peer at him curiously.
His eyes are hooded, that familiar pleasurable furrow in his brows present again and he voices softly: "j-just come here and kiss me,"
His tone is faint and breathy, and you fight the urge to swoon at how pretty he sounds.
"Of course, baby." you reply with a smile, already leaning down to give him his requested smooches.
He groans against your lips as you kiss him, his hands tightening around you. His hand at your waist moves from holding onto one side of you to wrapping around your waist entirely and pulling you flush against him, causing your cunt to rest right above where he needs you most. You feel his tip slightly grazing against your entrance, causing you to pull back from his lips, realigning to finish your previous mission before he distracted you with his kissable neck and pretty lips.
He whines quietly at the loss of contact, but it quickly turn to a low moan when he notices where you're headed.
You manoeuvre down towards his hips, gifting his lower abs with open-mouthed kisses, with occasional soft licks and bites. By the time you're down with him, steven's soft, tan skin will be covered with evidence of your love for him.
You descend in your path, reaching his hip bones and giving each side a kiss, before deftly skipping over his cock that's begging for your attention and opting to loiter kisses at the soft expanse of his inner thighs.
His hips jerk at the contact with his soft thighs, and you find yourself using both arms to hold him down onto the mattress.
He whines out another plea, titling his head to look at you — in a haze, you lock eyes with him and move towards the heavy weight of his cock, grasping it and giving it a few pumps before leaning down to give the tip a few soft kisses, extending down till the base.
Steven's hip jerk against your hold as he stutters out another moan, one mixed with your name.
His expression looks tortured, he's tied between letting you have your way with him or flipping you over and getting his own pleasure that he's becoming increasingly desperate for.
Thankfully, you quiet his inner conflict as you suck his tip into your mouth. You pump the rest of him before sliding down further, taking more of him into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat. you massage the rest of is length, moving your hand in rhythm with the steady bobs of your head.
Steven sighs out your name, a quiet sound you miss at first and only notice when he repeats it after you pull away to suck at his head once more.
His hand in your hair moves to take your other hand that lies across his hips, intertwining your fingers together across his stomach. The sudden acts of affection sparks something sweet and warm within your chest, turning molten hot as it fills you down to your core and you find yourself moving your mouth and hand more rapidly.
"fuck, I- please, I can't, can't-" Steven almost howls as you increase your speed. Suddenly, his hands are pulling you away from his cock and up till you're face to face with him and your pussy rests atop his hard length.
He's panting rapidly, his eyelids still fluttering as his lips pull into a soft smirk. Despite having woken up only an hour prior, his expression is one of sleepy exhaustion, but you know that's just the effect of the blissful tingles that run from his cock to sizzle out his neuron synapses — melting his brain till the only comprehensible thought is you, you, you.
"my little minx, you," he teases softly with a chuckle, making you smirk as he pulls you by an arm around your shoulders to kiss you.
His other hand aligns your hips above him, and takes his aching cock to nudge at your entrance. His tip catches on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden sensation.
Your head drops to his shoulders, hiding in his soft embrace as he begins to rock up into you.
He pushes up into you, his head tilting back, a sinful moan choking out of his throat.
"fuck," he groans, "didn't want to come before I got to feel you come around me, darling." he whispers in your ear, the low tone causing his accent to sound much thicker.
Steve thrusts into you, bottoming out. His tip hits the deepest part of you, the way it always does whenever you two make love. The curve of his dick is perfect for you, grazing every area and spot that has you seeing stars. sometimes it feels so good you believe you've transcended and may even see these deities steven describes so vividly.
His hand at your hip moves to wrap around you, his arm pushing you even closer to him before he uses it for leverage to push you up and down his cock.
Your hips begin to grind in tandem with his slow, yet deep thrusts.
"c'mere, look at me," he pulls you by the nape from his shoulder, his fingers lovingly caress your cheeks as he lock eyes with you, "look at me, baby."
Your foreheads touch and suddenly the act seems a hundred times more intimate now, with your eyes exposed for him to read your every expression — and he offers the same to you, a baring of vulnerability and trust laid at your feet.
Steven sets a steady pace with you, both of you now pulling your weight in to reach orgasm. one hands reaches up to hold his hair, running your fingers to feel his curls latch onto your fingers. What once was a fantasy for you is now an everyday reality. With Steven you get all that you ask for, and more.
As the thought settles into place, you find yourself preening into his eyes, admiring the brown irises you've come to adore in the past few months.
Your grinds become more irratic, more desperate.
"What?" he chuckled breathlessly as he notices the way you're staring at him, with wide eyes and raised brows and small pout at your lips. Despite the combination of expressions, you look quite... smitten to him.
"I just-" you begin, but the words catch in your throat. This isn't the first time you've told him you loved him, you and steven have been open about your feelings towards eachother from day one, but you've never said it during sex before — depending on the act itself to portray the emotion.
But you want to — have to.
You're gripped by a sudden urge to tell him over and over that you love him, in love him, smitten, completely gone, a total goner.
"I just really fucking love you," you confess against his lips, before melding them with your own.
Steven's hips stutter mid-thrust, a high sound releasing from his throat as he grips onto you tighter.
He pulls back, his brows lifted in slight shock but they fall back in pleasure as you deliver a particularly slow grind of your hips.
"I-I f-fucking love you t-too," he stutters out through the haze in brain. He's positive his brain is just a pile of pink goo in his skull now, melted down by your languid ministrations and desperate confession.
He leans up to kiss you again, pulling your lower lip and giving it a slight bite, rolling it between his teeth. Simultaneously, his hips increase in speed, as do yours.
You struggle slightly with meeting his thrusts, his cock's constant catching on your g-spot leaves you with a puddle of a brain and legs too shaky to function.
As he continues to kiss you, swallowing down every mewl and whine and gifting you his own sounds in return, his hand at your neck reaches down between you two to rub at your clit, stroking it in tight circles.
"fuck, Steven," you pant out as you break apart to catch your breath. "so close baby, please."
"me too, me too." he replies just as breathless. His finger speed up, his thrusts hitting harder inside causing you to clamp down on him elicit another of his beautiful whines.
"Come for me, c'mon," he murmurs against your lips, his sweaty forehead touching yours with every movement of your bodies.
He nudges your nose with his own when your eyes close, slowing his fingers for a moment. "look at me, hey, look at me, please," he asks, "want to see you come fo'me."
He speeds up his fingers once more, and leans up to kiss you just as you release a sound he can only describe as delicious. It's tenor causes his dick to twitch inside of you — and suddenly that simple gesture, alone with his incessant thrusting and constant stimulation of your clit has you keening, your body curving in as you tremble above him and finally, finally, come.
A cross between a sigh and a high cry erupts from you, and the sound, along with your cunt holding his cock in a vice grip, triggers Steven's own orgasm.
He can feel your grinding hips coming to slow stop over him, and the slight stimulation as he comes has his cock pulsing even more.
The feeling of him coming deep inside you as you come around Ignites white flashes behind your eyelids that have involuntarily fallen shut. Steven makes you see stars — feel stars — as warmth ignites your skin and fills you completely.
"I love you, i love you, i-fuck, i love you, I love-" you repeat deliriously as you ride out your long high, fingers latching onto his neck and waist to ground yourself.
Steven releases another high, breathless sound as his eyes flutter in bliss. He's overwhelmed in the best way possible, both by your cunt still pulsing around him, and your desperate words of affection.
As you come down from high and open your eyes, you find Steven's to still be close, his mouth slightly agape and his brows pulled together in pleasure as quiet whimpers sound from his throat in his afterglow.
You experiment a little, grinding your hips again against Steven's. You ignore the aftershocks that flow through you, only focusing on Steven's pink dusted cheeks and blissed-out expression that begins to contort as you grind against him once more.
His heels dig into the mattress underneath you, trying to stave off the burning in his base as you tease him further.
"fu-fuck baby, s-stop," he chokes on a whimper halfway through his sentence. His trembling hands move to hold your hips still.
He finally manages to open his eyes, and takes note of your smug expression and sly smirk.
Before you can begin to tease him verbally, he opens his mouth to reply to all your confessions from earlier.
He takes your face in his hands and brings you close once again. He holds you there for a moment, just admiring you.
"I love you, so much."
He pulls you down on him, manoeuvring with you in his arms so that you're under him. His arms wrap under and around you — one at your shoulders and the other pulling your waist towards him as he lowers himself to cage you underneath him.
"I love you. I love you so, so, so much." he repeats between the kisses he's began to plant on your neck.
The pleasure of your previous orgasm and his affectionate words have you giggling mirthfully into his neck.
With a hand in his hair you pull him back up to give him a long, fat kiss on his jaw before tilting to appreciate his soft lips with your tongue.
He lets you kiss him for a moment, simply holding you and feeling you drip around his cock that's still inside you, before he pulls away, an apologetic smile on his face.
"I have to get up, darling," he informs you, his voice quiet. "My shift's in an hour and Donna will have my arse if I'm late again."
"I know," you tell him, but hold him closer anyway, nuzzling your body into him.
You know he'll have to get up soon, but you try to extend this morning for as long as you can. If he'll try to pull away too soon, you'll just use the excuse that you're helping boost him up for his long week.
Maybe even offer a pout and a "but i thought you liked Monday mornings with me?"
And you know he'll stay a little longer then, even if it's just to kiss your pout away.
My first published moon knight fic, hopefully I'll get around to finishing the other 3 in my drafts.
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