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simplyholl · 17 days

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Truly Desperate

Summary: When you can’t get off, you go to your enemy on the team for help.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Why did you have the worst luck out of everyone in the world? You had such a great start to your day. Your date had went so well, you invited him back to your room at the Avengers’ Compound. You hadn’t slept with anyone in months. He was so handsome, just your type. Dark, curly hair with light eyes, you were instantly drawn to him when you met him.

Things took a wrong turn as soon as you shut the door behind you. He made himself comfortable on your bed while you went to freshen up. You picked out your favorite black, lacy lingerie set covering it with a silky robe. Then someone pounded on your door loud enough to wake the dead.

“Lady Y/N! Come quickly, I need assistance.” Thor’s voice boomed from the hallway. You apologized to your date, and answered the door. “This better be life threatening.” You whisper, shutting the door behind you. He looks at you sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. “Never mind, I will find someone else...”

You reach behind him, revealing a jar of peanut butter. “What’s this?” You ask, getting madder by the second. “I need help opening this most delicious of treats, and everyone else is gone or asleep.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you do something drastic like choke him.

“You can’t open this?” You point to the small jar in his hands. He shakes his head no. You grab it, twisting the lid. It pops off so easily, you’re sure he didn’t even try. Without a word, you turn around, entering your room again. “I’m so sorry.” You apologize to your date, as he interrupts you. “Was that Thor? He’s my favorite! This is so cool!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll show you why I should be your favorite Avenger.” You quip, pushing him on his back. Loud banging on your door interrupts you once more. You jump up, flinging the door open. “Thor I will shove that jar down your throat if you interrupt me again!” You shout, expecting to see him. Instead you’re met with Loki, smirking as leans against your doorframe. “Always so violent.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have an urgent mission. Stark says you and I are to go immediately.” He looks down at your barely dressed body. “Like what you see, perv?” You smack his arm. Loki is your least favorite on the team. He’s always arguing with you over the smallest stuff. He ruined your birthday this year by hiring geriatric strippers. He ate the last cookie from your favorite bakery without asking. He always insulted your choice on movie night. Tony liked to pair you together so he could laugh about it later. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the one standing here.

You want to scream. Of course, some bad guy is hell bent on destroying the world when you are in desperate need of some dick. “Alright, just let me change before we go.” You turn back towards your room, Loki grabs your wrist. “There’s no time. We must hurry.” You look apologetically at your date who is awe struck from seeing Loki. “It’s okay, I understand.” He says as he walks around the two of you to leave.

You follow Loki to the Helicarrier, cursing under your breath. When you arrive, no one is there to brief you. Usually Tony or Steve will meet you there before your mission to tell you what to expect. You look at Loki confused. “Where’s Tony?” You ask, placing your hand on your silk covered hips. “About that…” Loki starts. “Are you serious? You ruined my date for nothing?” You push passed him, to the doorway to type in the code to leave.

His obscenely large, veiny hand blocks the keypad. You’ve never noticed how long his fingers were until now. What would they feel like inside you? They could probably reach spots that the men you’ve slept with couldn’t reach with their dicks. Where did that come from?! You need to stop thinking about Loki’s hands right now. The guy is an asshole who always torments you. Not to mention, he just cockblocked you.

“I saved you.” Loki tells you, smiling as if you should thank him. “Saved me? Loki, if that guy tried anything, I could’ve kicked his ass faster than I could have called for help.” Loki shakes his head, “He went out with Natasha last week. You saw how excited he looked to be near me, and I am America’s least favorite Avenger. You weren’t special. He was using you.”

You look at him incredulously. “Loki, I don’t need some random man to make me feel special. I just wanted to have meaningless sex with a hot guy.” He finally lets you type in the code, following you out as the doors open. “I could help you with that.” His blue eyes hungrily trace every curve your little robe accentuates.

You laugh, “No offense, but we don’t even like each other.” “Exactly my point, darling. It would be the very definition of meaningless.” You consider his offer. It has been a long time since a man got you off. But, he just sent the one date you had that seemed normal away to protect you. It was so unlike him. “No thanks, I’ll just stick with my vibrator.” You turn around to stick your tongue out at him, before sprinting ahead of him back to your room.

You open your bedside drawer, holding your vibrator in your hand. You were so worked up, you could probably get off from just looking at it. But, you go through the motions anyway. You close your eyes as you dip your hand under your bra to play with one of your nipples. You let your imagination run wild. It’s not you rolling your nipples, but your date. His dark hair fans across your chest as he takes one between his lips.

You pull your panties down, putting the vibrator in place. It whirls to life, as you imagine him kissing down your stomach to between your legs. He gently bites the inside of your thigh. “Loki!” You moan as the man looks up at you. Instead of your date, it’s Loki smirking at you knowingly. You jump, throwing your vibrator across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud. What’s the matter with you? Your date was so hot and you were imagining Loki?

You went to retrieve your toy, turning it back on. It buzzed for a brief second before twirling one last time. Come on! You press all the buttons, hoping for a miracle. It’s no use, you broke it when you threw it. You lay back on your bed, having to resort back to medieval times when women had to use their hands to get off.

You close your eyes again, trying to picture your date. Instead Loki’s hands on the keypad, forever ingrained in your memory, appear. You groan, frustrated beyond belief. If thinking about a coworker was going to help you get off, there were plenty to choose from. You imagine Bucky choking you with his metal arm as you work your fingers, but you feel nothing. Steve on his knees for you - nothing. Bruce fucking you on top of all his paperwork? Nope. Boning Tony midair in the Iron Man suit? Nothing. Sam taking you against the wall - not even a stir. Thor and his hammer - dry as the desert.

You stop, your hand will get a cramp and it will all be for nothing. “I could help you with that.” You imitate Loki in a mocking voice. You pull your panties up, and slip your robe back on. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you out of your room, down the long hallway to Loki’s room.

You knock quickly, hoping he will open the door before someone sees you out here. He opens it, leaving no room between himself and the door. You try to push past him, but he stops you. “What’s this about?” You want to smack the smirk right off his face. You look around the deserted hallway praying Thor was right about everyone being out or asleep.

“Let me in before someone sees us.” You plead, walking into his solid body once more. “My sweet girl, you must be truly desperate to come to me. I thought you were going to be satisfied with your silicone cock. Isn’t that what you said when you left me behind earlier?” You roll your eyes. He really was insufferable.

“It broke.” You motion to his doorway, but he doesn’t budge. “I knew you would give in. You couldn’t stop thinking about me could you? I saw you drooling over my hands back there.” You place a hand on your forehead, letting out the biggest sigh. “Loki, can we please talk inside?” You look around again just to make sure no one was watching. “What’s the rush, little one? We have all night.” You hear one of the doors creak open down the hall, Sam walks towards you with his head down.

He makes eye contact as he gets closer. “Just borrowing a phone charger.” You lie, pulling your revealing robe closed. Sam looks between you and Loki, smiling as the realization hits. “I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit.” He says, laughing as he walks to the elevator. “Loki, let me in. Sam saw us, isn’t that enough?”

“I need you to do one thing for me before I let you come in.” You think about leaving right now, but you’re too horny. You have to get off, and Loki is hot, even though you would never admit that to him. “Beg for it.” “Right here?” You shake your head, he’s unbelievable. You really should leave, but you had heard stories from the people that stayed the night with him. They would come into the kitchen with just fucked hair to make coffee before leaving. You were an early riser, so unfortunately you ran into most of them.

They all gushed about how good he was in bed. You really needed this. So you clasped your hands together, looking him in the eyes as you beg him. “Please Loki, give me that godly Asgardian dick?” You fight the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat as you say the silly words. Satisfied, he finally moves out of the way. You rush inside, sitting on his bed.

“I think we should have rules.” You tell him as he saunters toward you. “Like what? You Midgardians complicate everything, even sex.” “Well I don’t think we should kiss for starters.” You start to pace in front of his bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “We should undress ourselves. And you can’t cum inside me.”

Loki smiles, “Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You laugh at his audacity. “No I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me. Guys get obsessed once they’ve had a taste.” He rolls his eyes at that. “I don’t even like you. Besides, I’ve never been in love in 1,054 years. It won’t happen now.” He starts shedding his clothes as you loosen the tie on your robe. You both pile your clothes together in the floor until there’s nothing left.

“This means nothing.” You stick your pinky out for him to seal the deal with a pinky promise. “Couldn’t agree more.” His finger locks with yours briefly. He picks you up, pinning you against the wall. His head dips as his sharp teeth nip along your neck. Your hands travel the length of his muscular back. All that nonsense in the hall was worth it, even if this was all you got.

Loki continues biting a trail from your collarbone to your jaw, earning a whimper from you. Your legs feel like jelly and he hadn’t really done anything. His skilled hands find your breasts, cupping them as his thumbs roll against your nipples. You gently kiss his chest, feeling his toned stomach against your soft skin. You lick his nipple, causing him to moan against your neck.

He stops to carry you back to his bed, placing you at the top. He follows, crawling between your legs. He shoots you a wicked smile that makes you feel like you’re about to be eaten alive. Loki drags his tongue up your soaked center. The heat of his mouth as his firm, velvet tongue swirls around you sends your head spinning. Silver tongue? More like magic tongue.

Every movement is designed to drive you crazy. Every flick makes your legs shake. His head rocks between your thighs, messy curls shaking as he traces your clit with the tip of his tongue. He strokes you with his talented muscle, working you into a frenzy. Needy moans of his name mix with the wet sound of him drinking you down. His lips suction around your clit, you pull his curls, needing him closer. He whimpers, the vibration from his voice along with the perfect pressure of his lips send you spiraling. He lets you ride out your orgasm, before lining himself up between your legs.

Loki sinks into you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner. It’s like he was made for you. You’re entranced with every thrust. He really does have a godly dick and he was showing you he knows exactly how to use it. One hand caresses your cheek, “Did you think about how my cock would feel inside you while you used your pathetic toy?” You whine as he snaps his hips, hitting deeper.

Your nipples brush against his hard chest, you wrap your legs tighter around him. You love how strong he is, how big he feels compared to you. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. His forehead connects with yours, and he looks down at you trembling with pleasure underneath him. His lips curl in cocky satisfaction. His eyes lock onto yours, watching intensely as he fucks into you. You’re suddenly afraid he’s going to kiss you, so you turn your head.

His mouth latches onto your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, claiming you. You buck your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he stops, flipping you over so that you’re on top. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you up and down on him. The new angle hits spots you didn’t even know you had. You move your hips faster, as he fucks you, matching his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, giving you time to get off of him. You lay on the bed, mouth opened wide as he strokes himself over you. His hot cum lands on your tongue, chin, and breasts. You swallow what lands in your mouth. Loki watches in awe, running a long finger over your chest, gathering a good portion before bringing it to your lips. You swirl your tongue around him, loving the salty, sweet taste of him. He continues the process until you’re mostly clean.

“Would you like to watch a film?” He asks as you use one of his towels to clean what he couldn’t off you. “No, Loki. I don’t even like you.” You state matter of factly, wrapping your silk robe around you before leaving. You run into Thor in the hall, walking fast so he wouldn’t notice you leaving Loki’s room. Loki walks out, greeting Thor. “Do you have what you promised?” Thor asks, watching to make sure you went inside your room. Loki hands him a bag of chocolates, “Thank you, brother for interrupting her date earlier.” Thor rips the bag open, putting six chocolates in his mouth at once. “I hope your interference was worth it.” Thor says between bites. “Indeed, it was.”

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c-nstantine · 4 months

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Fell in Love with a Stripper

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

Word Count: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

part 2??????

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x black!reader #captain america x reader #captain america x black!reader #marvel x black!reader

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Footloose - Flufftober 4

Summary: Loki is part of the Avengers now.

Rating: Teen

Square I5 filled for @lokibingo: Feelings denial

Square 7 filled for @puretombingo: “Dance with me.”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, banter, idiots in love

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Words: 980+

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“I got it, Tony. This party will be the most spectacular and awesome party mankind had ever the pleasure to witness,” you roll your eyes at Tony’s antics. He wants you to help him check the guest list and won't stop talking about the event. “How about you invite some male stripper for the ladies too. I bet they’ll give us a good show.”

“We want this evening to be spectacular, not vulgar,” Tony scrunches up his nose. “We will have music, the best food, the finest wine and alcohol.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now, how can I help you, Tony?” You look around the room. There is not much left to do. The party planner did a great job. “Tony?”

“You’ve got a special task this time,” he wraps one arm around your shoulders, walking around the room. “Loki is now part of our team.”

You purse your lips. Loki is still the guy attacking New York City. “The answer is no.”

“You don’t even know what I want from you.”

“If it includes being around Loki Laufeyson, the guy influencing me with his tricks to get me to strip in front of my friends, I’m out,” you grunt. Loki managed to use his mind games to make you do unspeakable things. Like eating pineapple on pizza.

“He offered redemption and promised to never use his powers to influence you again,” Tony tries to persuade you to help him with his problem, but you’re not convinced. “A lot of important people, and the press will be around. We need to show them that Loki changed.”

“How? Shall he sing a chanson?” You snort. “I don’t think he will ever not be an asshole and a Trickster. We don’t need him to cause trouble with one of his dramatic entrances again. Do you remember the last time he made an appearance in public?”

“Y/N, please do this for me. Loki refuses to attend the party. We need him to smile, and act like a gentleman.”

“You want me to convince Loki to attend the party? That’s the important task?” You huff. “You can’t be serious.”

“Please, Y/N. For me. You’re the only person besides his brother Loki talks to.”

“Yeah, to harass me. He’s always sassy and gets on my nerves,” you snap at Tony. “If you want me to do this dirty job, you will buy me the most expensive dress, shoes, and accessories for the party.”

“Deal,” Tony drops his arm from your shoulders to shake your hand.

“If there’s a catch, I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” you point a finger at Tony. “No tricks, Stark, or you’ll regret doing business with me.”

“Move your ass out of your room and follow me. We are going to buy a suit for you, and you’ll behave like a good boy today,” you yell outside Loki’s apartment. “Get out, or I swear I’ll not be nice any longer.”

“Darling, you look dashing,” Loki pokes his head out of the door, smirking. “I’m afraid I got no time for you. Check in later. How about you come back in a few weeks?”

“I said, get out of the room, raven-haired rat,” you purse your lips, close to breaking the door down to get Loki out of his room. “I don’t have all day. It’s only three more days until the party. We need you to make an appearance. Just say yes and let me buy the suit for you. You can come to the party, and dance. Maybe have a drink or two.”

“No.”

“Loki, this is not a request, it’s an order. Move your ass out of the room,” you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at it. “Come on. Don’t make such a fuss.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Loki wrinkles his nose.

“Because you can’t dance?” You grin. “Did Loki Laufeyson finally admit his defeat? Is there something he cannot accomplish?”

He opens the door to step outside, a dagger in his hand. “I’m warning you. Never underestimate Loki Laufeyson, God of mischief. I’m the Master of Dance, I just don’t like dancing.”

“Well then, let’s buy a suit and you can stand in a corner and watch other people having fun…”

“I hope you know I had to cancel my date for you,” you grunt as Loki walks next to you. He insisted on not going alone. Which means you are his plus one for the time being.

While you try to find a way to get rid of Loki and keep your promise to Tony at the same time, the Avengers watch you and the raven-haired trickster with interest.

“She made it,” Tony can’t believe Loki is following you inside the ballroom. “It was worth the money.”

Thor frowns when his brother grabs your hand to guide you away from the Avengers and toward the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” You wonder as Loki guides you to the middle of the dance floor. “Loki? What are you up to?”

“I remember vividly that you suggested a dance,” he says. “So…dance with me?” He bows and offers his hand to you. “Please give me this dance.”

“I-“ you take his offered hand, hoping he doesn’t want to trick you once again. “If this is a joke, I’ll kill you.” You growl, but your cheeks heat up as he smiles at you.

He grins. “I’m counting on it, my love.” You end up in his arms, swaying to the song he requested before coming here with you. “I hope you know; I’m courting you…”

Loki twirls you around, grinning as you squeak and hold tight onto him as he gets even faster. Your feet move on their own, and you cling to him when the room starts spinning.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want the others to watch us.” You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes. “I manipulated reality a little bit for this dance. You only belong to me tonight…and forever.”

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#puretombingo #loki laufeyson #lokibingo #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #Footloose #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #fluff #loki x reader #loki x you

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marvelobsessed134 · 11 months

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This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile

How to request, guidelines etc.

Marvel Women

Kate Bishop

Rizz You Up

Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate

Kinktober day eight: overstimulation

Natasha Romanoff

Caught

Little skirt

Package delivered

Watching you

Young, and dumb

Need help

GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Dirty thoughts

Sundresses and breeding kinks

Wanda Maximoff

Control

Best friends sister

Julia Cornwall

In her web

Marvel Men

Bucky Barnes

Honeymoon Suite

Meet Cute

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier

Love me tender series

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

I’m only me when I’m with you

Don’t be shy, honey

Streamer!Reader headcannons

Behind closed doors

Good girl

Small town romance

Who do you belong to?

You shouldn’t be doing that…

Sneaking around

Kinktober day eleven: public sex

BDSM head cannons

Somebody’s watching me

Better? Better.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tommy Lee

Midnight Comfort

Teenagers In Love

Runaway bride

Can we keep him!?

Friends help each other

Go team

Maroon

Little drummer girl

Sparks Fly series

Pretty When You Sleep

Plus One

Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping

Halloween party shenanigans

Attention you deserve

Surprise

Delicate flower series

First time

BDSM head cannons

It’s gonna be okay

Vince Neil

Thunderstorms

Sweet dreams

Please

It’s the little moments

Shades Of Cool

Our honeymoon (part one) part two

Kinktober day one: daddy kink

Plaything

She’s a riot grrrl

Mick Mars

Mermaid Motel

Streamer!reader headcannons

You know you want it

Kinktober day four: pet play

Multi-members

Two is better than one

Halloween/fall headcannons

Groupie Love (Gang Bang)

Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)

Tom Keifer

Did you do that to her?

Up behind her with a pool stick

BDSM headcannons

“What is it, honey?”

Tom finding out you’re pregnant

Eric Brittingham

A pleasant surprise

Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)

Paul Stanley

I can see you

Underneath the surface

I fall to pieces when I’m with you

Prank call gone wrong

Teach you how

Tommy Thayer

You’re enough

One bed?!

Gene Simmons

Kinktober day 6: possessiveness

Guns N Roses

Izzy Stradlin

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs

Kinktober day 7: crying kink

Slash

Kinktober day 10: vouyerism

Barbie The Movie

Barbie

Starting to really like the real world

You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)

CEO!Barbie AU masterlist

Marvel Cast/other celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Put me in a movie

W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)

Kinktober day 3: humiliation

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Domesticated

Daisy Jones and The Six

Daisy Jones

Her good slut

G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader

LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)

Mistaken

Cindy Crawford

Picnics

Joan Jett

Our secret moments

#masterlist #fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel women #marvel men #Motley Crue #Cinderella #cinderella band #glam rock #hard rock #rock n roll

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winterspiderpurrs · 24 days

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Okay but like.. combining several fic tropes

*Tony Starks Bio son[Peter] kidnap when a baby/toddler

*genuis Peter, but being smart, don't pay rent= Stripper Peter[ maybe he in college on scholarships or on his 2/3 doctorate]

*someone getting married there is a bachelor party = Peter gets hired with a group and visits Stark/Avenger Tower

*Peter's fingers get scanned=maybe there is a delay for whatever reason

*When the results get sent to Tony's glasses Peter is already in mid lap dance

Peter may or may not be Spiderman-dealer's choice

#writing prompt #like.... i really like the idea of the SCREECH Tony does at the person who Peter is dancing for “get your hands off my son!”#i want it to be #winterspider #or even #spidershield #but for my starkercest ppl yall can run with it too even if that aint my favorite #omg imaging Peter is giving the dance to Tony when this pops up #im in stitches laughing about this #i need someone to write it #peter parker x bucky barnes #starker #shieldspider #winterspidershield #winterspiderpurrs

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

#selenes sleepovers #summer sleepover

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triplesilverstar · 5 months

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Pouring the cup of coffee as you and Vash stood in the kitchen after a day of Decorating the apartment and somehow both ended up covered in glitter from the snowflakes on the tree. "Honestly we look like we work as strippers with the amount of glitter on our faces." You giggled as you took a sip, looking down and seeing a few sparkles on the rim.

"Nah, you'd be the showgirl and I'd be the stripper." Sending you a wink as the blond took a sip of his coffee and leaning back against the counter.

"I think that's the other way around handsome." Shaking your head in response to his words and teasing tone before looking back to the living room, a string of lights hanging across the patio door so it could still be slid open and a person could step under it to get outside. If Nicholas’s path was disrupted when he wanted his cigarettes you and Vash would be in for an annoyed partner and possibly lights thrown to the ground not in spite but from his rush to get outside once more.

“Think Nico had fun with the kids tonight?” Taking another drink as your eyes shift about the room before landing on the small Christmas tree in the corner. The three of you had discussed it and the idea of having a small tree to enjoy had made each of you smile in turn.

“I bet!” A laugh rang out around the room from the blond with enough force you could see his shoulders shaking. “He loves dressing up as jolly old Saint Nick for the kids this time of year.” A familiar look of wistful reminisce on his face as you can just imagine what Vash is thinking about, and as his blue eyes settle on you a tilt of his pointed chin that makes your heart do silly little flips in your chest. “The kids have an easy time figuring out it’s Nico, but the younger ones all buy that he’s just helping Santa out. The older kids help too in trying to make it as magical as they can, they can remember what it was like being little like that.”

A thoughtful hum and you take another sip of coffee, parting your lips to ask a question only to hear the apartment door open. “Nico! We’re in the kitchen!” Calling out to him and turning to pour the dark-haired man a coffee for when he rejoins you.

“Did you have fun toni- Oh. Oh my.” The shift in Vash’s tone has you halting your actions and turning at the waist. Feeling your eyes go wide as your mind blanked at the sight in front of you.

Nicholas.

Was still in his Santa suit.

The large black boots with the carefully tucked red pants, and a big red hat with a stark band of fluffy white placed upon his ebony locks. What had your attention, and no doubt Vash’s, was the jacket.

Nice and red with its lovely white fluffy trim like clouds. That was held in place by a large black belt with a golden buckle. Perfectly covering his naval, and like a beacon leading your eyes to follow the start of a beautiful swath of tan skin that grew the higher you went. Almost his entire chest was on display and you felt as if you involuntarily swallowed, a slow measured blinking as you just kept staring.

“Umm Nico?” Somehow Vash is able to verbalize and you can see a smirk growing on Nicholas’s face, clearly, the third portion of your relationship planned this little reveal, and the idea of him thinking his teasing had left you both in the proverbial gutter wasn’t sitting right with you.

Cup placed on the counter behind you and your senses returning you put on your best fake breathy voice. “Oh Santa! I wasn’t expecting you so soon!” A snap of Vash’s neck towards you with a wink sent in his direction as you started sashying towards Nicholas. “I’ve only been a naughty little girl this year.”

Trying to keep your face neutral as it was your turn to see Nicholas’s adam’s apple bob no doubt taking in the cut of your clothes and how you weren’t looking at him like a gaping fool. Placing your hand on the side of his neck and sensually trailing your finger down the center of his chest, and feeling the hairs of his chest beneath the pad of the digit. “Maybe there’s something I can do so you don’t shove some coal down my stocking?” Pretending to whisper against his ear but never letting your voice go lower before nipping his earlobe.

“This suits a rental Little bear but I need it off. Right. Now.”

“Well if that’s what Saint Nicholas wants, I guess he can unwrap his presents tonight~”

And here's the art

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #wolfwood wednesday #vash the stampede x reader #vash x wolfwood #vash x reader #vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #twink writes #roommates #Roommates Blurb #holiday #santa suit

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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Just a Stranger

pairing: mmmm like ceo!frank castle x stripper!reader

warning: no smut today i’m sorry but this is a cute little story starter no? suggestive themes, semi lap dance.

summary: your regular customer hasn’t visited in weeks. but he comes back with a proposition for you.

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Sighing to yourself, you begin recounting your money, losing count after hearing the door to the locker rooms slam. Muttering the numbers under your breath, you just about finish your stack of dollar notes before getting tapped on the ass.

You would’ve clocked your fist straight into their face had you not heard their heels pattering throughout the room. Spinning around, you find your dear friend and colleague Natasha.

You smile up at her and before you can greet her, she speaks first. Resting her ass against the counter, she smiles tellingly down at you in your seat, “You’ve got a visitor.”

You immediately knew what that meant. Hell, every girl that worked here knew what that meant and you wouldn’t be surprised if a few regular customers even knew as well.

Stuffing all your money into the safety of your money bag and tying it shut, you quickly fix up your hair and makeup. Natasha just snorts at you, leaving you to it as she goes back out onto the main stage.

You practically reapplied your whole makeup, having worked your ass off on the poles last and bar tonight, you were dishevelled. And it was no help that it was some guys 21st birthday and he’d rounded all his friends and dads to come join him in his celebration. As good as the money was, you hate 21st birthday celebrations. They’re just a bunch of horny college kids doing sport and their dads are no better (just hotter).

Slipping your heels back on, you don’t even care for the ache of your feet. Before you leave, you grab the key from the hook above the door and practically skip your way over to the extra extra private room.

The private rooms for private dances are all on the bottom floor. However, this special room that you need to hike the spiral staircase to get to, is a much more private room for much more private activities.

It’s not as in use as you may think. The girls here aren’t just willingly offering themselves to anybody. And no amount of money could get a girl up there. No, these rooms are for special customers only. Special customers as in, the men that work under the big man that owns the club, Tony Stark.

He has heaps of men, of all shapes and sizes, and we all love them. They’re basically our colleagues when you think about it, all working under Tony- sometimes on top- depends how he’s feeling.

The upstairs isn’t just a bedroom either, it’s a whole apartment, if you will. Tony throws a few parties there every now and again or if a girl has troubles with her housing then it’s a free bed and breakfast. Tony takes care of us.

You keen in excitement as you reach the top of the stairs, shoving the key into the lock and opening the door.

It’s eerily quiet, but you smell him. You could’ve dropped to your knees, it’s been so long.

You make your way through the usually crowded and dark loft. It was hard to recognise this place after seeing what it looked like during one of Tony’s more intense parties. Strobe lights and filled with smoke. When it wasn’t occupied, it had a warm feeling. Homey, even. The lights were a warm tone, the decor was so inviting and the view of New York from across the manhattan bridge was just a dream.

The click of your heels was made silent by the fluffy carpet and you’re glad, hoping to catch him by surprise because you always loved the way he lit up whenever he saw you.

As you exit the foyer, into the main living area, you spot the back of him sitting comfortably on one of the couches, drink in hand and blunt in the other as he looks out at the view.

Sneaking up behind him, you cover his eyes softly with your hands and feel him jump under your skin.

“C’mon now.” Frank snorts, placing his drink down and his blunt in his mouth to softly grasp your hands in his and remove them from his eyes to see you.

He smiles wider, looking over you, subtly admiring you. It’s been so long.

With both your hands in his grasp, he easily pulls you over the couch and into his lap.

“Hey, stranger.” You sigh as you get comfortable, hands wrapping around behind his neck and playing with the soft strands of hair that tickle your wrist.

As he goes back to retrieve his drink from the table, he scoffs and removed the joint from his mouth, “Stranger?” He asks, blowing the smoke away from your face.

You shrug, sliding your hands down his chest, “You haven’t visited in like a month.” You pout before looking up at him, “You find a replacement for me?”

“Never.” He barely hesitates. Deep down you know it’s true, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t cross your mind in his absence.

Leaning in to, what Frank would think, to kiss his neck, you whisper in his ear, “Liar.” You sneer, “I can smell her on you.”

Your plans to make Frank freak out and beg on his knees for your forgiveness and to tell you you’re the only one he wants fails as he just scoffs. Pulling your face out of his neck, he’s glad to finally see your face again and brings his hand up to give you a pull of his cigarette, “You’re so dramatic.” You wrap your lips around the end of the joint and inhale, “You should try your luck in acting.”

“Mmm, what kind?” You ask suggestively, pulling away and blowing out the smoke, “You could be my colleague.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He shakes his head with a laugh.

“You’re telling me Punisher Porn isn’t what the people want?” You ask jokingly, but also not. You wouldn’t mind doing porn if it were with Frank, “It even sounds cool.”

Totally ignoring your last comment, he just places his blunt in the ash tray on the coffee table and his finished drink beside it as he places his hands over your hips, giving you his full, undivided attention, “Did you miss me?” He asks and you don’t answer straight away. Instead you just shrug, avoiding eye contact as you play with the fabric of his shirt, “C’mon, I missed you.” He nudges your chin up with his rough finger so that you’re forced to look up at him, your lips inches apart, “My favourite girl.”

Just as he leans in you cover his mouth with your hand, “No kissing.” You remind him.

Regular customers aren’t even supposed to touch you, let alone kiss you. And if that’s how you need to treat Frank in order to get him to realise your worth, then so be it.

“Don’t do that to me.” He whines, kissing your hand instead as he pulls it off his mouth and over his chest, “C’mon, you really think I was with another woman?” You don’t answer, instead just shrug yet again, “If I whipped out my balls right now, I promise you they’d be blue.”

“Then where were you?” You ask, starting to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He doesn’t answer straight away. Rather, looks at you for a moment probably to decide whether to lie or to tell the truth… and from his answer, you assume it’s the truth.

“Vegas.” He says cautiously and you roll your eyes, “It was a business trip!”

“I don’t even take private dances anymore for anyone but you and this is how you repay me?” Though it’s sort of said in a joking matter, it can’t be anywhere far from the truth. You truthfully have not taken anymore customers for private dances all because of Frank. He didn’t want to ‘share’ you. Well, you didn’t want to share him either.

“Baby, what do I have to do to convince you that you’re the only one I care about?” He finally pleads, fingers softly digging into your ass, “What time do you finish?”

You’re unable to contain the small smile that plays at your lips, “I’m already off.”

“Come back to my place then.” He asks and for the first time that night, he has you stunned. He’s never asked you to come back to his place before. He’s joked about it- you both have- but it never seemed like it would ever happen, “We can get a pizza or something and I’ll fuck you on every surface in the house.”

There was something very intimate about it all- being invited to Franks house. Sure, you’ve fucked before, but it was always up here in the club. Being fucked in his house where you would probably stay the night and share the same bed until the morning… that you would be more than happy doing every day.

“What d’ya say?”

“I say…” You start off, all blushy and smiley now, “We better hurry otherwise we’ll miss the pizza.”

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i’m still working on the bj gif fic don’t worry

#jon bernthal #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #the punisher smut

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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More mob boss Steve and stripper Tony!

Natasha has a dossier by the third of January, and she hands it to him after their morning meeting. Steve tries to take it, but she doesn’t let go. He sighs. He should have known better.

“I don’t care that you would rather go to a strip club than to a family party,” she says simply. “I don’t even care that you lied to keep everyone off your back.” Her expression doesn’t change, but her grip on the file tightens just a little. “I care that you put yourself in danger.”

Steve finally tugs the file free of her hand. “I acknowledge this. I won’t be sorry,” he replies, flipping it open to a picture of Tony’s smiling face.

Natasha crosses her arms, scowling at him. “Well,” she says when he pointedly doesn’t acknowledge her, mulish. “As long as you’re aware of how I feel.”

“You know I’m stupid,” Steve replies, eyes tracing over the MIT sweatshirt that Tony is practically swimming in.

“Yeah,” Natasha sighs, shaking her head in defeat, and turns to leave. “I’m going to go complain about you to Sam, and if Bucky finds out, that’s your problem.”

Steve waves at her without looking up. “Yeah, yeah, get out of here.” He gives the picture of Tony one last once-over, then flips open to the first page of Natasha’s research. He immediately pauses over the name.

Anthony Stark.

He remembers Howard Stark, vaguely. Business mogul. They’d shaken hands, once, when Steve had been hopeful and new. His wife had been lovely. They’d passed away in a drunk driving accident, the file says, and the drunk driver hadn’t even gotten a scratch. Anthony had been left orphaned at the tender age of nineteen. He should have had the whole world at his feet, but it had been swept out from under him instead. He’d barely graduated with his PhDs in engineering. He’d tried to take over his father’s company, but he’d been locked out of any controlling positions. “Too young,” he’d been told by his father’s business partner, by his board of directors. Shaken heads, wagged fingers. “Take a smaller role,” they said.

Anthony had tried to go to a different company, but somehow he’d been blackballed. Bullied, Steve thinks, turning more and more pages of the threats Stark Industries had rained down on their competitors. Anthony couldn’t work how he wanted there, but they’d be damned if they’d let him work somewhere else. Cameras in his face. Paparazzi asking him what it was like, being unable to get a job in his field. People after him for his money. A pressure cooker leading up to him packing a bag and disappearing from his home in Manhattan. A brief sighting in Philadelphia leaving his best friend’s family’s home. Then nothing.

Tony Carbonell had appeared in Brooklyn six months ago, working the ladies’ night at the strip club Steve frequented during holidays. He had eventually taken a more regular job at a gay club, but he preferred Steve’s on nights off, where he wouldn’t get pinched and propositioned. He's friendly with the girls there, who are fond of him in return, because he's charismatic, and sweet, and likes to learn new moves, and sometimes when he gets an especially big tip with one he gives part of it to the girl he learned from. They usually sneak the money back into his wallet.

He rents a room in a boarding house. Keeps to himself. Sends letters to a friend named James Rhodes--his college roommate. The only one who had ever cared for him besides his parents, it seems like. He has a relatively new friend, a Virginia Potts, but that seems to be all they are. He goes to coffee shops in his spare time and uses the WiFi for his old laptop. Natasha has never gotten close enough to see what for, and she was too afraid bugging it would cause the ancient thing to just become a brick.

He’s working the ladies night at the local club tonight.

Steve checks his calendar. Nothing he can’t reschedule. He picks up his phone to let May know.

“Did you fall in love at first sight with some twink at the strip club who wasn’t even working?!” Bucky barks as soon as the line picks up.

Steve puts the phone back in its cradle with a wince.

#ideas #stony

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Eight

A/N: Bit of a filler chapter, as I want there to be some time before I get to some of the more good stuff. Also, I’m aiming for a double chapter upload this week to make up for last week. Oh, and my Master Taglist is under construction, so if you aren’t tagged in this series and want to be, LET ME KNOW! My master taglist does not update with everyone that I put on it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.9k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“CLINT NO!” I yelled across the floor as I watched the man start downing an entire pot of coffee from the pot itself.

Lillith was falling into a giggling fit as I vaulted over the couch and ran into the kitchen. As soon as he saw me get up, he ran out and passed me into the living room to continue his atrocious habit.

Before I could grab him however, that fucker finished the pot.

“Really asshole? You could have saved some for me!” I told him with a huff as I crossed my arms.

He shrugged and grinned at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I shook my head and took the empty pot from him, and went into the kitchen to make some more coffee.

“Hey Mom?” Lillith called out from the living room.

Still focusing on my current task at hand, I replied with a “Yeah?”

“What is a stripper?” She called out. I paused my actions, before slowly turning around and looking at the living room.

As soon as Clint saw my facial expression, he found it better to get away than to face my wrath.

He hopped on one of my bookcases before I could reach him, and pulled himself into the vents as I cursed after him.

“What is it?” Lillith repeated as I crawled down from the bookcase.

My mind went blank for a second, before I reminded myself to stranger Clint later.

“A stripper is someone who makes money dancing.” I finally settled on telling her that.

“Like your girlfriend?” She replied, cocking her head to the side.

“....my girlfriend?” I questioned her, raising an eyebrow.

“The one that looks like Merida. Red hair, looks mean but likes cookies.” she said, hugging her wolf closer to her.

“Natasha?”

“Yeah! That’s her name. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, honey.” I told her, ruffling her hair.

“Awwww” she said as she went back to the table to finish her drawings.

“This is wonderful! It must be kept on the refrigerator!” Thor boomed as he held up Lillith’s latest drawing. It was a drawing of Thor holding his hammer, with a bunch of what I assumed were storm clouds and lighting.

Lillith grinned at the praise as Thor strode over to place the paper on the fridge, next to the dozens of others that she had done.

“Hey, is Mr. Stark in here?” A voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw a teenage boy, which made me rack my brain to figure out who Tony adopted this time.

“Depends, what’s your name, kid?” I asked him.

“P-Peter Parker. My name is Peter Parker.” He replied, stuttering. He looked a bit fearful at me. It must be due to the all-black fatigues Bucky got for me that I was trying to break in.

I nodded. “Spider child. Got it. He should be in the garage.” I told him.

“Pepperoni? Can I go see him mom! Pleaseeeeee!” Lillith whined from beside me. I lifted her in my arms, still staring at the boy.

When she first met Stark, she thought his name was Pepperoni, like the pizza topping. Stark, unfortunately reinforced that nickname himself (Thanks to Clint and Bucky, no doubt.)

“As long as I go with. Let’s go.” I said as I strode to the elevator, one teenage spider child in tow.

“Get that out of your mouth!” I yelled as I raced towards Lillith, who was eating….something.

“Mama it’s just rainbow candy. Pete made it!” She said as she continued eating it.

I examined the ‘candy’ on the pans, realizing it was part of his science project or something.

I sighed, rubbing my head at the oncoming headache.

“I heard a yell, what’s up?” Peter said as he walked in. He saw Lillith eating the candy and tore off a piece for himself. “Is it good?” He asked as she examined the candy ribbon.

She nodded furiously as she kept eating the piece she had. He laughed and ruffled her hair, before offering me a piece, which I refused.

“So, when do you go to school Lil?” He questioned her as he started bagging up the ribbon.

“Tomorrow! We gotta go shop for school mama!” She said with a mouthful of candy.

“I know, I’m gonna ask if Steve and Bucky want to go with us. Finish your candy.” I told her, smoothing the hair Peter had ruffled up.

“Friday can you-”

“Already told Bucky and Steve, they are in the elevator down here as we speak.” Friday’s voice cut me off. I nodded as I found Lillith’s coat and helped her put it on, and started tracking down mine.

“Venti black coffee please. Nothing in it, just black coffee.” I told the barista. She nodded and I stepped aside so Barnes could order.

I rubbed my head, trying to ignore the pounding headache. I gave in, and took off my backpack and got some ibuprofen from it.

Thankfully my order was simple, and it came quick thanks to an almost-empty starbucks. I took a swig of coffee and swallowed the pills, before shrugging the backpack on.

Rogers was outside with Lillith, both munching on croissants and talking about whatever a seventy year old and a six year old could have in common.

“You look exhausted. I can almost see the bags under your eyes with those glasses on.” Barnes told me, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching around me to get his drink.

“Oh, sorry” I quickly exclaimed as I moved out of the way. However, thanks to the metal arms I was firmly stuck in place.

He took a sip of his drink, before setting it down and turning fully towards me. He gently slid off my glasses and tucked them into my shirt pocket.

“Listen, (Y/N), I know being a mom is tough, but with everything else you’re also doing, with work and staying up late and god knows what else you’ve been doing, you need to stop and rest.” He said gently.

I sipped my coffee and stared at him as he continued.

“You need to rest. Both Natasha and I are worried-and I know motherhood isn’t something you can just put on hold so hear me out on this,” He said, stopping to take a breath. “I’m going to call Natasha, who is going to pick you up, and you are going to go home, take a warm shower and brush your teeth and do whatever routine you do before bed, eat something, drink some water, and sleep. If I have to have Natasha on your ass about this, I will. Actually I’m going to, because I know your stubborn ass will be back in the garage with Tony.”

I only nodded in reply, still sipping on my coffee. He waved a barista over and ordered a venti water, and traded it with my coffee despite my complaints.

“Water, not caffeine.” He told me as he directed me out the doors, one hand holding his phone to his ear. I walked towards Lillith and squatted to her height next to her.

“You’re going to hang out with Uncle Bucky and Steve for awhile okay? I’m going back home and I’ll see you there.” I told her gently, wiping some crumbs off her check.

“You look tired Mama” She said as she gently took my face in her hands. I closed my eyes and hummed, realshing in the feeling of closeness with her.

“I am. I’m going home and going to bed.” I replied.

“Luckily Nat was out running around, she should be pulling up now.” Barnes said as he walked towards us, sitting next to Steve. I nodded and took off the backpack.

“There’s wipes and a few toys in here, along with an extra pair of underwear and some other things.” I said as I handed the bag to Steve.

I heard a car pull up and turned my head to see a black dodge challenger, with a familiar red head behind the steering wheel.

The window rolled down and Nat’s voice called out: “I heard I’m here to pick up an exhausted mom?” She said with a small smile. I nodded and groaned as I stood up, my back popping.

I pulled Lillith into a side hug and kissed her forehead. “Be good.” I told her. She nodded and hugged me back with all the force a tiny six-year-old could muster. I opened the passenger door and got in, waving bye to Lillith as we drove off.

“Barnes was right. You do look exhausted.” She said as she glanced my way at a red light. I nodded, leaning my head against the seat and closing my eyes. She hummed and turned the heaters on to start warming up the car. Despite it being only August, it was already getting into the sixties and fifties.

We rode in silence all the way back to the tower, and I took my time with my sluggish body in getting out and into the elevator.

“‘M gonna take a shower, then bed.” I told her as I leaned against the railing. Damn, I was tired. She nodded as she kept texting, no doubt to Barnes to update him on me.

We got to my floor and I went straight to my bedroom, pulling out some shorts and undergarments, and deciding to wear a light hoodie as a shirt to bed. I checked the time on my phone as I set it to my mellow playlist. It was only five thirty.

“Hey Nat,” I called out to the woman, leaning out of the bathroom doorway.

She walked into the bedroom, looking around before finding my face.

“Can you tell Clint to put Lillith to bed? If I go to sleep now I won’t be awake for that.” I said as I tossed the bundle of clothes on the countertop. She nodded before walking out. I shut the door and turned the shower on to warm as I shedded my clothes. I took a look at my naked self in the mirror, and was startled at the person who looked back. I looked paler than normal, and my ribs were more prominent along with the bags under my eyes.

I shook my head and got into the shower, relaxing into the warm water and taking time to wash myself.

Once I got out and dried off, and took the time to properly brush through my hair, I took my dirty clothes and tossed them into the now-overflowing basket by the door. Natasha walked in while I was tossing the clothes on my bed onto my desk.

She held out a water bottle and some pills to me. “Drink this and take these. It’s melatonin, it’ll keep you asleep for awhile.” She said as I took them from her/

I drank half of the bottle and swallowed the pills, before climbing into bed. Nat set the bottle on my nightstand and got my phone out of the bathroom, and fiddled on it a bit as I tried to get comfortable. She was probably turning off my four am alarm for my morning workouts, and turning it onto silent mode. She plugged it in and pulled the covers around me once I settled.

“Get some sleep, (Y/N).” She whispered as she smoothed the hair off my face. I only hummed in response as she left, softly closing the door behind her as I fell into a black, dreamless sleep.

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