#mcu x male reader

[deniable-masterpiece]

me after episode 4:

[thealtoduck]

Photogenic | Peter Parker smut headcanons

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, camera kink (nudes, sextapes), unprotected sex, switch!Reader and Peter but mainly bottom!Reader and top!Peter…

Summary: You and Peter start experimenting with cameras during sex…

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• Peter had always liked taking pictures of you and filming you throughout the day. Even the more mundane stuff like when you’re cooking, reading, or when you sit on the washing machine waiting for it’s last 3 minutes to go by.

• It’s his own little way of capturing your beauty for himself. And with all the stress that came with being Spider-Man and his job at the daily bugle, it was also a way for him to relax.

• You embraced it and did your part as his model, glad to see him find a way to destress and not overwork himself.

• One evening Peter took a picture of you, as you began changing out of your clothes for bed. Maybe it was the lighting that had been just perfect, or the way he had captured you with you just after you took your shirt off, or maybe it was one of the settings on the camera.

• But he had taken his most beautiful picture of you yet. And it wasn’t just beautiful it was sexy. A type of photography he hadn’t really tried before. So he kept taking pictures of you as you undressed, then asked you to pose on the bed for him.

• The sight through the lense made Peter almost cum in his pants then and there. You on your back in the bed in only your underwear, glowing in the mix of the camera flash and the moonlight.

• After the last picture he basically pounced on top of you bringing you into a passionate kiss. As the two of you started getting intimate an idea popped into his head and he asked ”Can I take pictures of you when we…?��. He said starting to get shy towards the end of sentence, he felt like he was asking too much of you.

• ”We can try it” you agreed, feeling kinda curious about it yourself.

• That night he took pictures of you with his cock stuffed in your mouth, you on your back as he fingered you, you on all fours as Peter fucked you from behind, you flipped back over on your back so he can get your face and cock in frame.

• Then pictures you’d take of him as he thrusts in to you, of Peter’s sweaty face as he moans and the exact moment he orgasms. Then he’d take more pictures of you with cum all over your stomach and his own leaking out of your used hole.

• After that night the two of you loved the idea of taking more nude photos. Which led to much more casual nudity in the apartment. Taking photos cooking in ONLY an apron, photos chilling nude on the couch, photos as you showered together. And even some photos completely bare out on the fire escape.

• You both started sending each other nude photos regularly. Especially when you were apart. Peter could be at work at the daily bugle and suddenly get a notification that you sent him a photo, and it would be a picture of you naked, just out of the shower, wet glistening skin and your cock hard. With another little text under it saying ”Missing you <3”

• Later the two of you would experiment with filming yourselves during sex, making your own sextapes. The first time you set up a camera with a shot on the bed and let it film as you ate each other out, jerked each other off and as Peter fucked you missionary.

• Another night with you filming him as he sucked you off, rode your cock, fucking him doggy style as you slapped his perfect ass and then cumming inside him.

• And another night as he roughly took you on the living room couch, making you moan and call his name out loud on film, with him then getting you on your knees and cumming on your face.

• Also 2 hours worth of footage as you take turns blowing and fucking each other in the shower.

• Peter then remebered his powers and gadgets which led to several more hours of footage of him easily carrying you around as he pumps his thick cock into you, him fucking you as you are webbed to the bed, then you fucking him as he’s webbed to the bed. You riding him in a hammock made of his webs.

• Also including him literally helping you defy gravity by somehow managing to both carry and shove his cock inside you while also sticking to the wall of your bedroom.

• Only after having taken a full photography book’s worth of pictures and blockbuster movie’s worth of film (deleted scenes included) of you being fucked, came on and posing sexually all while dressed in Peter’s Spider Man suit did you both start to question if you weren’t taking you two’s new favorite hobby a bit too far…

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[daydaydayrk420]

Muzzle that dog

Logan Howlett (wolverine) X male reader

⚠️bondage, bottom Logan, dog muzzle, dog play (?), male reader, collar and leash⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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Since Logan has mutated he's become more animal-like. Sometimes he goes feral. He turns into a feral wolf. Especially when he's in heat. Yes. He has heat seasons. Once to two times a year. And by feral I mean feral.

And what does he do when that happens? He locks himself in his cabin that was gifted to him by his friends from Xaviers when he almost broke the school kitchen.

Recently though. His heat has been worse. There's this new guy in the school named Y/n. And he and Logan grew close almost instantly. Logan thinks he's starting to fall in love with him. But he doesn't want to accept it. Not when all the people he loved got hurt because of him.

Now it's October. And to Logan's luck. His heat is starting. And his heat lasts for as long as possible. So he'll have to inform Ororo so she doesn't plan a birthday party as she likes to do because he'll definitely still be in heat during his birthday.

Ororo understood immediately and cancelled her already plan in the works and just gave Logan his birthday present early. Y/n on the other hand. He had a lot of gifts. And he couldn't just give them to Logan in the open. So he waited.

He had a plan.

A horny plan.

Eventually, the date hits October 12th. Logan's been in his cabin for a week now. Currently he's in the middle of the empty room whose flooring is just mattresses. There's a wooden floor underneath obviously but most of the floor is a mattress. Besides the bathroom which is separated by a door opposite of the front door, a kitchen corner that has a classic wooden floor, and a fireplace that is built into a wall but still has enough of a wooden floor in front of it so the mattress wouldn't catch.

It's kind of like a kids dream pillow fort. Other than that the cabin is pretty modern. Obviously paid for by Charles to get it as comfortable as possible.

Logan is sitting in the nest of pillows and blankets. Sweating even though the fire isn't on. He's just staring at a wall. That's until he hears footsteps near his cabin. He doesn't think much of it at first but then he catches a familiar scent. He growls and watches the door hoping that they're not stupid enough to walk in.

Now the cabin is locked yes. But the door is on a password lock. Only Charles and Logan know it. At least that's what Logan thought before the door clicked and opened. And in walked y/n with a big box.

"Morning birthday boy." Y/n grins and closes the door that automatically locks. Logan growls. "What are you doing here Y/L/N."

"Came here to celebrate with my favourite boy." The other mutant said with a smirk and set the box down in front of Logan. "Happy birthday sweaty boy." He joked about Logan's current state.

Now Logan may not look the best. But y/n's isn't complaining. He doesn't mind sweaty body hair and that delicious-looking erection that's standing between Logan's legs. Yes, he's not wearing underwear. He feels like his skin is on fire. Of course, he's not wearing anything.

Logan just watches the other mutant debating if this is a joke or not. Eventually, he reaches for the big box that could fit an old box TV. In the meantime, y/n removes his jacket and looks around the cabin.

Logan looks into the box and sees more boxes, but these are wrapped with birthday-themed wrapping paper. He raised an eyebrow and briefly looked at the other mutant before looking back at the gifts.

He reaches for one of the gifts and rips the paper off. He can feel y/n sit behind him. He's so close Logan can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He also feels that y/n is now shirtless. Logan's hands stopped moving as all of his senses focused on the man pressed against his back.

The other mutant looks over Logan's shoulder. He breathes against his neck and talks in a low murmuring voice "Why aren't you opening it?" Logan shivers at the closeness and feeling of y/n's breath against his neck.

Logan takes a shaky breath and focuses back on the box. Once he fully removed the wrapping paper he used one of his claws to cut the box.

Inside was a handmade leather collar with a loop at the front of it. Logan flushes beet red. His breath hitches as he feels the leather under his fingers. Y/n smirks against Logan's neck. "Open the next one."

The older mutant shakily reaches for another present. He rips off the paper and cuts the box open. Inside is a matching leash. It looks sturdy enough for a good rough tug. Logan's dick twitches at the thought.

Y/n kisses the crook of Logan's neck. Which causes Logan to whimper. But it doesn't sound like a moaning whimper. It sounds like an actual sad dog whimpering.

He reaches for another box wanting to be done already so he can jump on the other mutant's dick. He grabs the present, rips off the paper, and tears the box open. Inside is a dog muzzle.

That's enough for Logan. He pushes the box back and turns around to pounce on y/n. The other mutant laughs and catches Logan. The force of the wolfish man causes them both to fall back on the mattress floor.

Logan whines like a dog as he claims y/n's lips with his own. Y/n caresses his thighs and flips them over. "I take you're happy with your gifts?" He murmured against Logan's lips. The wolfish man whines in response and pulls y/n's face closer.

"Even though you haven't opened the rest of them yet?" He murmured between kisses. Logan huffs. "Just tell me what they are."

"More collars." Y/n hummed and kissed Logan's neck. The wolfish man only shivered and whined. Logan grabbed y/n's head and pulled him into an open kiss. He fought y/n's tongue like an animal.

The other mutant let go of Logan's thigh with one hand and patted around on the floor for the collar. Logan could feel the heat in his body starting to calm down but he still felt like he was on fire because he was being touched by y/n.

Logan suddenly let out a gasp when he felt cold leather wrap around his neck. He looked down and saw the o ring dangling from the front of the collar. He looks up and is met with y/n's hungry eyes. Logan whimpers and squeezes his thighs together.

"Look at you. So beautiful." Y/n murmurs and traces the collar. Logan whines. "Such beautiful sounds. I wonder what sounds you'd make if I..." Y/n's words trail off as he hooks two fingers into the o ring and tugs. Logan gasps and cries out. Those sounds go straight to y/n's groin.

Y/n kisses the collared man and pushes him onto the floor/bed. He reaches for the leash and attaches it to the collar. "Be a good boy for me okay?" Y/n murmured as he kissed down Logan's body. Logan nods.

The other mutant makes his way towards Logan's leaking cock and gives it a kiss. Logan whimpers and bucks his hips up. But y/n pulls back. "Ah ah ah. No moving."

The collared man whimpers and fights the urge to thrust up. So he bites into his hand without much worrying about how hard he's biting. He'll heal. Which he does right after he bites deep into his flesh by accident when he feels y/n's fingers against his hole.

Y/n pushes one lubed finger in which goes in with ease because Logan's wet with slick. As he fingers the whimpering man he kisses and licks his dick. "You taste as delicious as you sound."

Logan whines and thrusts up again. Y/n grumbles and tugs at the leash. The collared man gasps and stops moving. "I said no moving pup," Y/n said as he hovered over Logan. Logan whimpers again.

The other mutant adds a second finger and kisses Logan's neck. The room is filled with whimpers and whines. Each one was louder with each added finger. "Good job pup. Do you think you can ride?" Y/n murmurs as he sits down and pulls Logan into his lap. The collared man nods eagerly and lines up.

Y/n chuckles. "So eager." Y/n teased but let Logan do what he wanted. Logan sank almost instantly the moment he felt the tip enter him. He whines loudly and starts bouncing. The other mutant mons at the instant movement and grabs onto Logan's thighs. "Holly shit pup you're tight."

The collared man whimpers and rests his hands on y/n's shoulders. He bounces and rolls his hips wanting as much friction as possible. Whenever he's in heat it's like he has a constant itch from the inside. And the way y/n's dick is rubbing against his walls it's like the best back scratch anyone could wish for.

Y/n tugged at the leash to pull Logan closer so he could devour his lips. Logan angled his hips in a way that abused his g-spot almost perfectly, and he accidentally bit y/n's lip harshly. Y/n hisses and pulls back. He licks the blood off his lips and his eyes darker with lust.

Logan whimpers out, repeated apologies, but keeps bouncing. The other man growls and reaches for the muzzle. "Bad dog. Who told you you could bite?" That gets Logan to whimper louder. Y/n tugs at the leash. "Stop." He ordered.

Logan whines in protest and keeps bouncing. Y/n shakes his head and tugs again but this time harder. "Don't disobey."

The collared man whines and forces his body to stay still so Y/n can put the cage around his mouth. "Dogs that bite without permission get the muzzle. This is what you get for being a bad puppy." Y/n scolded as he made sure the muzzle is on tight but still comfortable for Logan.

The said man only whimpered in response and looked at y/n with sad puppy eyes and a pouty lip. The other man only shakes his head and leans back on his hands. "Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Logan doesn't hesitate to lift and drop down again. He searched for that angle again. Fortunately, it doesn't take long before his head throws back and his cries fill the room. He's so close, but he doesn't want to cum yet, so he holds back.

Y/n has a tight grip with one hand on Logan's thigh and the other hand tightly holds the leash. The muzzled man looks so beautiful like this.

All deliciously wet and red. He's wet for multiple reasons. Sweat that makes his body hair stick together and his hair stick to his forehead, pre cum that's covering his belly due to his dick smacking against it so much, spit on his lips and chin because he forgot how to close his mouth, and tears running down his cheeks due to his amount of overwhelming emotions.

Y/n groans and watches Logan like he's an angel sent from heaven right for him. "Fuck you're so beautiful like this." He praised. "I imagined beauty but not like this." Y/n shamelessly confesses that he's been dreaming of doing this for a while. Logan whines and scratches at the other man's chest.

Y/n hisses and throws his head back. "Fucking beast." He grunts and digs his nails into Logan's thigh that immediately heals any signs of it.

The muzzled man whimpered. "I want to taste you so bad." He said with a sniffle and looked at y/n begging. The other man smirked and sat up. His nose is against the metal of the cage muzzle. "What was that pup?" He teased.

Logan whines. "Wanna taste you." He sounds so sad. Y/m though only smirks wider and licks one of the rods of the metal cage that's keeping their lips separated. The collared man whimpers and pouts.

"aww. Look at you you gorgeous puppy. I almost want to take this muzzle off." He teased, hooked his fingers through the cage, and tugged him closer. Logan cries out at that. He watches the other mutant with desperation.

Y/n kisses the bars and licks the side of the muzzle until he's able to kiss Logan's cheek. "Next time you behave and you'll get what you want." He let go of the muzzle and leaned back again.

The collared man whimpered but kept bouncing. Y/n runs his hand up Logan's thigh until it reaches the round goods of his ass. "I'm going to stuff you so much you won't be in heat for a year." Y/n grunts and meets Logan's bounces by thrusting up into him.

Logan whimpers. He's so close. "I can't hold it anymore." He cried out and spilled all over his belly. Y/n chuckles and watches how the muzzled man shakes with overstimulation because he's not stopping yet. "Just a little more. I'm almost there." Y/n murmurs and lays Logan on his back so he can rest as Y/n does the work.

Which he doesn't do much because his hips are so fucking sore from Logan's adamantium weight. But he makes work with what he can and chases his climax. Which also doesn't take long.

Without moments y/n spills into Logan and collapses on top of him. They both pant and catch their breath. Eventually y/n rolls off of Logan and onto the comfy mattress floor. He pets Logan's hair and slowly removes the muzzle so they can cuddle easier.

This was a mistake because Logan immediately latched himself onto Y/n's chest and started marking. But y/n is too tired to bother and just caresses the collared man's hair. "Alright pup slow down." He gives a weak chuckle.

Logan whines but stops his marking. For now anyway. Instead he just nuzzles into y/n. He's as close as much as he can and still not satisfied. It's like he wants to be absorbed by y/n he wants to be close to him in ways that aren't possible.

"it's alright pup I'm not leaving you can rest." Y/n said and lazily caressed Logan's hair. The collared man relaxed and lets his body fall into much needed sleep.

[tricksh0t]

★ exes on good terms

☾ sam wilson & james barnes x top m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ finishing the brunt of something and then leaving it for a long time just to come back and finish the last little bit is my curse

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 2.40k

cw: pre-TFATWS, face-sitting, riding, bj (reader receiving), insert is kind of secondary character, little corruption kink, jealousy, voyeurism, threesome

You don't know why James still comes to your apartment without warning. You don't know why you still let him, or why you invite him inside, or why you let him eat your food or shower with your water or sleep on your couch.

You don't know why he looks the way he does, hair greasy and wet, almost drowned, eyes down, lips frowning, you don't know anything except that he looks like a kicked puppy.

That just may be why you let him in.

It must also be why you let him wrap his arms around your midriff as you cook for him, for the both of you, as if you're still his.

"You smell good." You hum, stirring a pot of something.

Frankly, he smells like you. He smells like your shampoo and like your conditioner and like your soap. It almost tricks your brain into thinking he's still yours.

"Don't say things like that." Buck grumbles, like he usually does. "That's weird."

You didn't say that when we dated, is what you would say, but you don't want to turn things sour.

You know that in his little head he's pretending that everything's fine and that you're still together; and that saying something, reminding him you're not or even anything about the past, will urge him to run away, like he usually does.

So you remain here, laughing and smiling, "Sure."

Mac and cheese. Not Kraft Dinner, for once, however good the processed and preserved cheese and thin noodles might taste.

No, James deserved something better.

"What did you do today?"

"That's classified."

Between the metal arm and occasional blood smell Bucky gives off (nevermind the fact he was America's number 1 threat a couple years ago), "Yeah, I know. Was worth a try, anyway."

Bucky picks at his dinner. "You've got better small talk."

You roll your eyes, "If not what you did, how did you feel?"

"Hmm." Bucky hums, his eyebrows raised. He's a little surprised at the question, despite it being 'how are you' but like in the past tense. "Lonely, but you knew that."

"Did I?" He stares up at you when you say that, expression full deadpan. "Alright. Yeah, I did."

He huffs a small laugh through his nose and you relish in the fact you at least brought that out from him.

You insist on him sleeping in your bed tonight (with you) but even after all that begging, you're surprised to find him there, body half under the blanket, when you slip out of the shower.

He looks yours.

He's wearing your pajamas he borrowed, he's on your bed, under your covers, cleaned in your shower, filled with your food. He's reading a book, even, which isn't yours, but it is domestic.

"Hey." You whisper almost breathlessly, before you're crawling into bed and into his arms. He always liked being big spoon.

"Hey, you." Bucky puts the book down without a fight. He scoots down to laying, bringing you down with him.

You're leaning your body over his, half on the bed, half on him. Your head lays on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He's superhuman you think, from all the hints he's given, and yet his heart beats just like yours, soothingly. His hand is in your hair, calloused as it is, it feels great when he runs his fingers through your strands and touches your scalp. You won't get to feel the other hand. It's too cold, he used to say, but at least he's considerate.

He switches off the light.

What is it that makes superheroes attracted to you?

In the morning, someone rings your doorbell while you were making breakfast.

It's Sam—you know, the Falcon? He's got his usual bright smile that never fails to incite a matching one on yours, that morning run sheen over his forehead, and...groceries?

"Hey, sweetheart." He greets, as if he's not knocking on your door unwarned, with groceries you're sure aren't his because he lives far from here.

You don't know why you let Sam show up at your door like this, or why you invite him inside, or why you let him eat your food or shower with your water or sleep on your couch; except today it seems he's paying you back for the food bit.

"Hey yourself–" You greet quickly, before turning to the matter at hand, "what are you doing here?"

"I was in town." Sam puts a foot into your apartment, and you let him. You let him step inside and leave the groceries on the counter and prop his feet up on the table—not that he does that last thing. "Thought I'd pay you a visit. You still like Kit Kats?"

When you check the groceries, lo and behold, there's the Kit Kats that you like. It seems he remembers a lot more than that, like your favorite cheese, favorite chips, favorite brand of instant coffee, and more.

"Yep, I do." You let out a small laugh. "Thank you. Hey, let me repay you."

"Oh, nuh-uh." Sam raises his arms, rounds the breakfast bar and leans against it so he can put some distance between you and your wallet. "I'm not taking any of your money, y'understand? You can pay me back with those pancakes you've got piled up."

When he actually really looks at them, he realizes that's not a serving for one. His eyebrows furrow before his face lights up again, "Shit, you got a boo around or something? I didn't mean to intrude."

"No!" You're quick to interject, "No, just a friend. No worries, I'll make you some pancakes."

"Thanks." Sam seems to deflate–physically and emotionally–with relief. "Where is he–or she, sorry, they?"

"Sleeping in."

"Alright." He accepts easily. He must've lost the knowledge that you don't have a guest bed.

"How've you been?" You ask, turning your back to him to prepare more breakfast.

You don't have to see him anyway to imagine all of the emotions and expressions on his face. "Peachy. You know, saving the world. Getting called out or stopped on the street for an autograph or a picture. The usual."

"Make sure the world knows you don't live here." You chuckle, "Lord knows the amount of fan mail I got when you were around frequently."

Sam laughs too. "Imagine me now."

Mm, there goes your streak of luck. Just as Bucky struts in, in all his bed hair, sleepy head, pretty face glory, Sam's face turns sour. Bucky, too, sobers up.

"Is that who you're calling your friend?" Sam raises a brow, leaning back in his chair.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" Bucky crosses his arms.

You immediately turn off the heat on the stove, knowing that this is going to be a long ride.

See...you never really told them you dated the other? It never really came up, or rather, you shouldn't take to your partner about your exes.

James came first, so of course there was no telling that you'd date Sam later on. He broke up with you because of his whole Winter Soldier you're-in-danger-if-you-stay-with-me thing, which, though heartbreaking, was understandable coming from a superhero dating a civie.

Sam came after, but he had whisked you so entirely into his world and his charm that you'd forgotten the soft relationship you had with Bucky. He broke up with you because he had to be around the world doing this and that; he was always busy, and he didn't want you to deal with that.

Also, the beef between the Winter Soldier and the Falcon isn't exactly well-known.

Jealous, that's what they are. It's clear in their eyes, in the way they bore holes into the others' faces.

"I should...say something," before the two of you blow lasers through my ceiling, with how hard you stare at each other, "you guys are my exes."

"Exes." Sam mirrors. "Plural."

"You dated this guy?" Bucky asks, like the mere thought of it is repulsive.

"Who you calling "this guy"? We have history, Buck. You talk about history with names, Sergeant Barnes." Sam stands tall and proud in front of Bucky, very nearly chest to chest, demanding respect.

"Sergeant? So should I call you what you will be, in history?" Bucky doesn't back down. "The man who gave up his shield?"

"Don't bring that up, man. This is not about that. This is about you dating my–" Sam cuts himself off. What are you, now?

"Your what?" Bucky hisses back. "Because he sure as hell isn't your boyfriend."

Sam regains his courage, "Well he sure as hell ain't yours, either."

Bucky turns his head towards you, slowly. In a snap, Sam does the same. You can't possibly discern the thoughts of the two men before you, except that they're angry. You're just not sure if they're angry at you too.

"This is where we're supposed to call you a lying, cheating bastard." Sam says.

Despite being angry at each other right now, and generally inamicable at all times, Sam and Bucky have synergy. Right now, they're realizing that you're the common factor in this equation.

You're not a liar, not a cheater, and not a bastard. Just an omitter, a bad communicator.

A man worthy of insulting, by all means.

Or a man worthy of worship, someway, somehow.

Sam's tongue licks hot into your mouth, against your tongue, on your lips. He kisses with a fervor, like today is the last day of his life. He's a man of passion, and he makes sure to show that he is passionate for you.

Bucky's tongue, by contrast, is licking up the side of your length, shoved deep into his throat. He takes it slow, despite the filth of it; the filth of how easy it is to slide right down his throat. His lack of gag reflex means he can take you any time, any day, and his love for you makes it hard not to.

Sam's holding your jaw, forcing your head to turn for him. Standing behind you and the couch, he almost seems to be taking your sight away from the other man on his knees at your feet.

Because if there's something Sam is, it isn't the other man.

James knows, unlike Sam, that you don't need the sight of him to feel the pleasure he brings. How does he know this?

Well, the only way Sam can have his way with you is with your mouth open, and Bucky can hear what keeps it open.

On your part, well, there's only so much yearning a man can take. Cuddling with your ex is one thing, receiving gifts from your ex is another. Both give you the hots for them—a cozy, warm feeling, initially, but it feels like your blood is boiling now, in a good way.

Sam's kisses give you an outlet for your passion and lust. It allows you to kiss back, show some fervor of your own, do something with the adrenaline that burns through your veins from Bucky's...

"Shit, Buck."

He feels so good around you. His throat is tight and wet and hot and so goddamn like the first time that it reminds you that you taught him, trained him; and God, that means his throat is practically made for you.

He doesn't bob his head. It doesn't feel like that. It feels like a glide, something elegant, even. You can't appreciate that at the front of your mind, but your subconscious is glad that, though you're being stimulated top and bottom, Buck's going easy.

He's going easy on you. God...

If this is easy—no, you know how it is when he goes down hard. It's good too, but you can't complain about the pleasure and how you can thrust (lightly) right into his mouth and he won't complain.

And Sam's having none of it.

That's why he takes charge, this time. He takes your cock. Nevermind the fact Bucky's saliva is all over it, it's his now, and he's not going to let Bucky have any of it.

...nevermind the fact Bucky's saliva is in him now. No, nevermind that.

Sam doesn't make up for a lack of anything. He's a plus, a surplus, rolling his hips nice and rough and down into you. He doesn't let it be consistent. He shocks you, bouncing sometimes, lifting up and lets his weight do the work for him.

He's good at it, and it's a fact he knows.

And it's all about focus, isn't it?

James knows it. He knows it so well. So what better way to steal the show than to sit on your face?

It's killing two birds with one stone—steal his man's attention, get pleasure out of it.

Bucky rocks his hips too. Except it's gentle, his way, and Sam's pace gets more and more angry. He's rougher with it, faster with it, less controlled. You feel it thoroughly, his efforts around your dick, and you moan out your approval of it; but it gets swallowed straight into Bucky's hole.

He tastes so sweet, damn near sweeter than he used to be. It's missing him, you think. Something about build up. He probably hasn't had anyone since you.

At least, not in this way. No, you're probably the only man he's ever had. You can only moan about that little fact in your head.

Sam grits his teeth, doubles his efforts till his body positively shakes, but no name will come from your lips. Not with Bucky keeping your tongue preoccupied.

That damn bastard.

He can't even see your face right now. He can only see Bucky's backside, his broad shoulders, the evidence of his strong, heaving chest.

...he can only see his thick thighs, covered in hairs, and his hole's probably hairy too. He can't take a peak of it, but he doesn't even need to peak to see his cheeks. Round, full...

There's more to this, isn't there?

It's kind of...it's arousing to look at. Sam won't admit it in voice, but he'll admit it in his head.

James is a good looking man, and he sounds just as good. He's sat on that face before, used that tongue before, he knows how good you give. The soft moans James lets out are tame in comparison.

Fuck James Bucky Barnes, but fuck him good. Sam could get used to this sight.

[mlm-writer]

Aftertaste (Eddie & Venom x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Eddie Brock & Venom x Gender Neutral Bottom Reader Rating: Mature for discussion of sex Words: 918 POV: Second Summary: After some kinky sex (<- click for the prequel), Eddie and Venom take care of you. Oh and Eddie experiences some mild dom drop. Note: Guess who's back? Back again? Gayden's back! Tell a friend! Tags: aftercare, dom drop, hurt & comfort, cuddling, could be read as romantic, could be read as you're fwb and reader's physical appearance is not described

A trail of cum connected the corner of your mouth with the puddle of cum on the tiles below your cheek. At the start of the evening, those tiles had been cold, but underneath you they have been warmed by your spent body. With the post-orgasm bliss fading into the background, you started noticing the soreness settling in your muscles. A warm hand gentle pushed your hair to the side and out of your eyes. In the dim light, you could see warm, concerned eyes staring down at you. “Are you with me?” Eddie spoke between laboured breaths. You licked his cum off the corner of your lips and smiled at him. “Good,” he added when he understood your non-verbal signal. He seemed relieved, smiling down at you with awe and surprise. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a towel appeared next to Eddie. However you could still spot the black tendril holding it up by a corner. Eddie took it and folded it up. He lifted your head and wiped your face with one side, before placing it under your face with the other side up. You could feel wet tendrils squeezing between your skin and all the duct tape restricting your movement. The sticky tape came off easily with Venom’s gentle wriggling, leaving no redness on your skin nor taking any hairs from your flesh. Once freed, you stretched your legs out, ending up face down on the floor. “That can’t be comfortable,” Eddie commented. 

“Let us carry you to the couch,” Venom softly mused in your ear. You hummed in reply, bracing yourself. Eddie and Venom merged into one and Eddie’s warm hands wormed their way under your body. He rolled you over and then carried you bridal style to the couch, where a blanket was already waiting for you. Venom’s tendrils wrapped the old fleece blanket around your bodies, protecting you from the chill in the apartment. “You must drink,” the symbiote commanded. He materialised another appendage to somehow make grabbing a glass of water a very perilous and loud endeavour. You thanked him when he eventually got the glass to you. You meant to sip on it, but in just a few seconds, the glass was empty. Venom put the empty glass on the coffee table for you. “Are you feeling satisfied now?” 

You chuckled at Venom’s word choice. “Very much so, Venom. Thank you.” You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “What about the two of you?” Your question was met with a long pause. “Eddie?” You twisted your neck to look at his face. He was clearly thinking of something, but whatever that brain was cooking up, he was not sharing it with you at the moment. 

“Eddie, why are we feeling… guilty?” Venom’s voice was unusually small. It must be bad to affect Venom this much. You reached back, scratching gently at his scalp. Now you were paying attention, you could feel how tense Eddie’s muscles were under you. 

“Talk to me, Eddie,” you whispered as you moved underneath the blanket to straddle his lap. He avoided your eyes at first, but your hand resting at the back of his neck got him comfortable enough to really look at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul for the answers to questions he didn’t dare ask. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking up. 

“You really liked…” He waved his hand in the air as he tried to formulate words that were family-friendly enough that he could get them out of his mouth. That man fucking you within an inch of your life was nowhere to be found. “You liked us going back and forth, right? Like actually, for real?” He looked at you through his lashes. You huffed out a relieved augh and nodded eagerly. “Okay… okay good,” he huskily spoke between weighted breaths. 

You cupped his face and made him look at you. “Hey, Eddie, look at me.” You exaggerated your breathing, showing him slow, deep breaths. Eddie followed suit, following your breathing pattern. “Good boy,” you teased him once he no longer seemed like he was going to crawl out of his own skin and hide in the corner. You kissed his nose and caressed his face. “If I think too much about it, yeah the going back and forth was fucking filthy, but that kind of made it hot? And there is nothing wrong with that.” Eddie seemed to agree with you. A few deep breaths and he could nod more confidently. You leaned against his body, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, until you thought too much about the wild sex you just had. “Ok, I am ready to brush my teeth now and gargle some mouthwash.” 

Eddie chuckled and helped free you from the fleece blanket. “Need any help?” He offered as he watched you stand up. There was dried cum on your body, your skin still glistening with sweat and your hair a wild mess. He wanted to burn that image in his mind. 

You looked at him over your shoulder and cocked up an eyebrow. “Why? Think I don’t know how a toothbrush works?” When you saw how your words pulled Eddie from his trance, you chuckled. He opened his mouth to probably tell you that was not what he meant, but your smile told him you knew. You shook your head in amusement and left Eddie on the couch. “See you space cowboy.” 

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[defectivevillain]

comfort crowd

pairing: Bruce Banner/Reader

the reader is masculine implied. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

summary: “You could be hanging around any of the Avengers and you choose Bruce Banner?" your friend asks disbelievingly, glancing at you over the rim of their glass. You’ve been trying your best to ensure they aren’t staring at any of the heroes for too long, but it’s only inevitable. It takes you a moment to respond to their question. “We’re friends,” you respond. At your friend’s skeptical look, you frown. “What?” "Friends don't look at each other like that."

word count: 2.2k | ao3 version

notes: The reader is implied to be masculine (they’re said to be ‘fanboying’ over Bruce, but that’s literally it). Otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used. Also, the reader works for Tony Stark but their exact career isn’t specified.

no warnings I can think of. hope you enjoy!

You usually ditch Tony Stark’s parties. Tony is many things: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—as he so eloquently states. But he’s not exactly the best at throwing parties. It’s not his fault, really. A bunch of superheroes in an enclosed space with alcohol is a recipe for disaster. Combine that with the general luxury of Stark Tower… and you’re faced with an event you’d really rather not attend.

But this time is a little different, because your friend is here. Your amazing, nerdy friend who loves the Avengers far more than any normal person should. Since the moment you revealed that you work with Tony Stark, they’ve been practically begging you for a chance to even be in the same room as the superheroes. And, well, after at least six or seven denied invites, you figure you have to show your face at this upcoming party for a bit. It’ll kill two birds with one stone: proving you’re not an unapproachable asshole, while giving your friend the chance to drool over the Avengers from across the room. It’s a win-win, you think. 

This is how you find yourself awkwardly lurking in the corner of the living room, spectating the madness from afar. A few of the guys are currently fixated on trying to lift Thor’s hammer, while Thor watches on with a smug expression. Wanda and Vision are discussing something quietly in the corner; Tony is ambling about, providing people with more drinks and just generally ensuring everyone is having a good time. Bucky and Steve are on the couch, the two of them looking somewhat out of their element until Sam approaches and gets them to loosen up a bit. Clint is speaking to Bruce quietly in the corner of the room. 

Bruce Banner is probably the Avenger you’re closest to, if you’re being honest. A few of the heroes are antisocial or prickly—cough, cough, Bucky, Natasha and Wanda, cough, cough—but you get along with most of them. Vision is cool; Sam is a good guy and the two of you have been known to watch movies together when time allows. Clint, Steve, and Rhodey are polite and friendly enough, but you’ve never really had long conversations with them. There’s Tony, of course: your indirect boss. He’s a piece of work, but he does have a heart buried underneath all that metal. (At least, you hope so.)

But Bruce? Bruce is the one you gravitate towards. He’s grounded in a way most of the other heroes aren’t. He’s a scientist first and a hero second. He’s wicked smart, of course—with a dry sense of humor that always amuses you. 

When your friend learns that Bruce is the one you’re closest with, they seem surprised. “You could be hanging around any of the Avengers and you choose him?” your friend asks disbelievingly, glancing at you over the rim of their glass. You’ve been trying your best to ensure they aren’t staring at any of the heroes for too long, but it’s only inevitable.

It takes you a moment to respond to their question. “We’re friends,” you respond. At your friend’s skeptical look, you frown. “What?”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that,” they say smartly, with all the wisdom of someone who has very little knowledge of the situation. 

“Like what?” you blink in confusion. 

“Like that,” your friend says, looking at Bruce pointedly. You follow their gaze to find him staring at you intently—he quickly looks away. 

“Please,” you scoff at them. “You’re losing it.” 

“I don’t think so,” they say, before raising their eyebrows suggestively. You both laugh at the gesture and soon forget about that particular subject of conversation. 

Eventually, your friend has to head home—and you walk them to the door, giving them a hug and reassuring them that they don’t owe you anything (despite their insistence that they do.) After they leave, you close the door and turn around—only to nearly run into Tony. 

“They were right, you know,” Tony remarks, apropos of nothing. 

“What?” you say. Is he talking about your conversation earlier? How does he know about that? “Hey, were you eavesdropping?” you look at Tony pointedly. 

“I’ve never seen Banner half as sociable as he is when he’s with you,” Tony says, completely ignoring your accusation. “What do you two even talk about, anyways?” he huffs. 

You shrug. “Depends.”

“Hm.” Tony looks contemplative, before a smirk rises on his lips. “Knowing you nerds, it’s probably mortality, existentialism, blah blah blah, naturalism, blah blah blah, uncanny valley, something something—”

“Okay, okay,” you huff, refusing to admit he’s right on the money. “Sheesh.” 

Tony shrugs. “Hey, I’m just making an observation.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Flirt all you want.”

“Flirt?” you echo incredulously. “We’re not flirting.” 

“Sure,” Tony says flippantly, clearly not committed enough to argue. “Well, maybe you’re not,” he adds casually.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you squint. Tony just shrugs, taking advantage of your confusion and promptly leaving the conversation. You watch him walk over to get another drink, feeling equal parts fond exasperation and irritation. For a moment, you wander about the party and exchange quick greetings with everyone. 

It’s inevitable, you think, that you find yourself gravitating to Bruce. He’s standing at a high-top table, staring off into the distance. You watch him for a moment, idly wondering if he even wants company. Eventually, you manage to summon the courage to approach him. 

“Hey, Bruce,” you say casually, standing across from him. 

Bruce blinks and drags his gaze towards you, his tense posture seeming to relax a bit. “Hey yourself,” he responds with a brief nod. He’s nursing an almost untouched drink in his left hand. “I’m surprised to see you here.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you acknowledge. You don’t usually bother going to these parties, after all. “My friend’s kind of an Avengers fan, so I had to bring them here to shut them up.” 

“It was a religious experience, I’m sure,” Bruce says jokingly. 

“Yeah, I had to watch them the whole night,” you admit with a smile. “Make sure they didn’t try to jump Steve’s bones or anything.”

Bruce chuckles. “I saw Tony talking your ear off earlier,” he points out. 

“Agh, yeah,” you sigh. “Everyone’s up my ass today, it’s kind of annoying.”

Bruce sputters at your somewhat vulgar honesty, laughing for a bit before composing himself. “And why���s that?” he asks, his eyes glittering. 

“I don’t know,” you admit, tapping your fingers against the table restlessly. Bruce’s eyes track the movement. “They keep asking me about you.” 

“Me?” he blinks. “Why?”

You shrug helplessly. At his confused look, you try to elaborate. “They seem convinced that we’re more than friends, that you’re flirting with me.”

“Hm,” he says calmly. Bruce is a composed guy, but you expected him to react a bit more skeptically. There are a few seconds of silence. “And what do you think?” Bruce continues, his expression impossible to decipher. The room around you almost seems to fade into obscurity. It’s just the two of you. 

“What do I think about it?” you clarify. Bruce nods. “I mean, I don’t think you’re flirting with me. Obviously.” The remark probably sounds a bit pained and stiff, but what else are you supposed to say? ‘Yeah, I really wouldn’t mind if you were flirting with me. Keep it up!’ You fight off a laugh at the thought. 

“Obviously,” Bruce repeats. He considers you for a moment. “You know, for someone so intelligent, you can be pretty oblivious,”

“Hey,” you huff indignantly. “Rude.”

“You think I’d spout off about my research to just anyone, in such explicit detail?” he asks. 

“…Yes?” you say weakly. 

Bruce looks unimpressed. He sighs, shakes his head. “I was trying to impress you,” he admits, looking at some unseen point over your shoulder. 

You stare at him in complete and utter disbelief. “You don’t have to try to impress me,” you manage to say, when you can gather your thoughts again. “I’m already impressed by you.” 

This time, Bruce is surprised. “Really?”

“Um, duh,” you say with a sheepish smile. “I’ve been borderline fanboying over you.”

“Our last conversation was you trying to justify nihilism,” Bruce recalls with amusement. “You call that fanboying?” That unfairly attractive, lopsided smile is on his lips again. 

“I don’t know!” you say defensively, once you can tear your eyes away from it. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he remarks, with a fondness you can’t quite dismiss as merely platonic.  

“I think we both are,” you respond. 

“Maybe,” Bruce admits with a slight smile. His eyes wander the room before finding you again. “Everyone else seems to think so.” 

“Maybe we should really give them something to talk about, then,” you say before you can stop yourself. The implications of that statement are clear, and you watch as comprehension dawns across Bruce’s face. The two of you are standing closer than socially appropriate now. 

“Maybe we should,” Bruce responds with a smile, placing his drink on the table. It’s unreasonably smooth, the way he enters your space with ease. His hand finds the side of your face and he pulls you into a kiss. At some point, your hand moves to rest at the nape of his neck. 

You’re certain you could linger in that moment forever, if not for the sharp wolf-whistle Tony lets out. It promptly cuts through the comfortable noise of the party, drawing attention to Bruce and you. The two of you break apart, 

“Finally,” Tony grins. “Jesus. Thought you two would never get your shit together.” A few of the heroes murmur their agreement; Bruce and you exchange a glance. 

“Shut up, Tony,” you both say in unison. Tony either has no awareness or simply doesn’t care, because he then heads over to you and wraps his arms around you two. You’re fighting off a smile regardless, still reeling from the admission that Bruce likes you too. 

“Tony, we were kind of having a moment here,” Bruce says pointedly, when the man doesn’t make a move to leave. 

“Right, right, right,” Tony sighs dramatically, twirling around and walking away. 

Bruce shakes his head in disbelief, before his attention returns to you. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Bruce admits after clearing his throat. His hand lingers on your forearm, as if he doesn’t want to let go of this opportunity presented to him. 

“Me too,” you confess. “Probably too long, honestly.” Since you first met. But he doesn’t need to know that. 

“Not longer than me, I’d imagine,” Bruce huffs. You raise your eyebrows at him and he seems to have realized what he just said, quickly back-pedaling with a slight flush on his cheeks.  “I’ve— uh. Tony talks about you a lot.” 

“Really?” you question, struggling to fully believe that. “I can’t imagine he’s ever said anything flattering about me.” 

“Maybe not explicitly,” Bruce acquiesces, “but tolerating Tony Stark is more difficult than most people imagine.” 

“Oh, you have no idea,” you huff. You’ve known him long enough to recognize that. Rhodey once told you that you deserved a Medal of Valor for working with Tony as long as you have. The thought still amuses you. It takes you a few seconds to remember the subject of conversation. Bruce just admitted that he was interested in you before you even met, if you’re reading things correctly. “So, what, did you stalk me or something?” you joke. 

Bruce’s lips part for a moment, as if he’s about to speak. But he remains quiet. That small slip, that quick reaction, is all you need.

“No way,” you laugh. “You did?” It’s impossible to fight off a grin now. Here you were, thinking you were acting like a complete bumbling fool around him… assuming he never felt the same… 

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Bruce mumbles quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No, it’s cute,” you say before he can get more embarrassed. You put your hand over his in a spontaneous gesture—you’ve decided you’re being very brave tonight. Your courage pays off, because he squeezes your hand reassuringly, almost lovingly. “You have no idea,” you admit. “You could’ve done something as simple as friended me on LinkedIn and I would’ve fallen over.” Just the thought of your early days working with Tony… looking down at your phone to find a notification from Bruce Banner… You would’ve had an aneurysm. 

“You’re that easily impressed?” he jokes. “Good to know.” 

You roll your eyes. 

Despite the excitement of the evening, you’re fighting off exhaustion. It’s getting pretty late, and the superheroes show no sign of wrapping up. Yet another quality to envy: endless stamina for parties. Must be nice. 

You’re fading fast, and apparently, it’s pretty obvious. Bruce urges you to get rest, promising you’ll talk in the morning. He makes a compelling argument, and you can’t bring yourself to argue when he’s leading you to the door with a hand on the small of your back and an adoring look on his face. He kisses you goodbye and you go to sleep that night hoping that party wasn’t just one long dream. 

The next morning, you blink sleep from your eyes and look down at your phone. There’s a message from Bruce reading “Hope you’re sitting down for this.” Moments after you type a response, (“??”), your phone buzzes. It’s a LinkedIn notification, with a friend request from Bruce. 

You laugh.

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[noamm7]

Your Help

paring : peter parker (tom holland) x male reader

genre : angust and fluff

summary : peter needs your help after a mission

On an ordinary night, you were enjoying music in the comfort of your apartment, when you heard a knock on the window and soon after a voice calling your name. The voice was familiar, and you immediately recognized it. It was your boyfriend, Peter. "Hey? Y/N...? Can you please open here...?" Peter's voice sounded weak and tense, causing you to panic. Without hesitation, you ran to open the glass window, only to be greeted by a vision that shocked you deeply.

Peter's face was marked by bruises, his clothes torn and stained with blood, showing evidence of a previous combat, his heavy eyes showed the extreme pain he was going through. Despite the injuries, he gave a weak smile, desperately trying to mask his pain. He looked at you with a touch of hope and vulnerability, while he was there, leaning on the window. He didn't want you to worry, but it was clear that he was in serious trouble.

It was evident that, as a superhero, he was used to dealing with dangerous situations, but this one seemed to be different. "Peter...what happened to you?" You say opening the window quickly and helping him enter the warm and cozy apartment.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a small beat...he was just..a little too big.." Peter tries to smile, but makes a grimace of pain. "Can you...can you help me with some of these...cuts, please." Peter finally looks at you with those slightly watery brown eyes.

You study him with your eyes before finally answering "Yes, Yes, of course.. can you stand walking to the bathroom?" You ask approaching him a little more "Of course..I can" Peter says "Okay, I'll go, I'll help you, okay?" You say approaching him and putting your arms around him to support him to be able to go to the bathroom without making much effort.

You gently lead Peter to the bathroom and help him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I think a shower would be good to care for the cuts and maybe relax a bit,” you say, looking at him. Peter nods in agreement, acknowledging the need for a shower to take even better care of his cuts.

“Yes, it’s better to take a shower. It will relieve some of the pain and fatigue,” he says as he rises carefully, leaning on the wall once more to avoid carrying weight on his injuries. Peter approaches the shower, preparing to take off his clothes and step in.

✁…After the shower

"Okay, let's take care of it, okay? Maybe it hurts a little... but it's nothing you haven't already felt" you say trying to give a slight smile trying to make you as relaxed as possible "It's okay.." he says between sighs, you then begin to carefully examine the damage, cleaning the blood and applying dressings.

Peter observes you take care of your wounds. With each soft and careful touch on the injuries, a sigh of pain escapes from his lips, but he tries to stay calm. "Thank you..." he murmurs with a hoarse voice, trying to control himself so as not to complain about the pain of the wounds. "I...I really don't know what I would do without you." Peter says with a slight corner smile.

"Nah, you don't need to thank me, I like to be your personal nurse" You speak with a slight smile changing your attention to look at him who also lets out a slight laugh in the form of a tired sigh.

After a few minutes Peter leans against the wall and relaxes a little, knowing that he is in the capable hands of his partner, and takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. "I'm already finishing here, you're going to sleep here, right?"

"I..I didn't bring sleepwear..don't worry I can get home well" you turn your attention to him again "I have your clothes that you left here, they're clean, you're not going anywhere, you need a proper rest, and I'm not going to discuss this with you."

Peter knew you were right, he had no way to go around jumping through buildings, at least not now "Well, if you insist...", he answers with a sigh. "Great! I'm done here too, I'll get clean and comfortable clothes for you, I'll be right back, okay?" You say taking one last look at Peter before leaving the bathroom and going to closet to get a pair of clothes.

"Okay, here it is" You say entering the bathroom again with the clothes "Do you want to help get dressed?" You ask Peter, who kindly signals yes with his head "okay, come here". So you help your boyfriend get dressed and help him walk to the room, laying him on the bed carefully so as not to touch any injury.

"Is everything okay?" You say joining him lying next to him "Yes yes, I just...I keep thinking about how much you do for me...thank you for..all this" Peter says pointing to his own body already patched "I love you very much you know that, right? I don't know what would be without you" Peter says turning to look at you "Nah, don't thank me for that, I love you too much to find anything that does minimally bad" you say with a slight laugh

Peter who also laughs, says "You know, you're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for" Peter speaks with an attempt to stretch to you to give a light kiss, you understand the message and quickly seal your lips with his resulting in a calm and comfortable kiss. So you end the night, hugged, snuggled up to each other, just enjoying the heat that radiated between both bodies.

Observation: Okay, that's not cool, I really didn't like this story, this wasn't reviewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes you have ❤️‍🩹

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[sirkoifish]

Orchid

Bucky Barnes x reader (male)

Summary: While hiding in Bucharest, Bucky met a seller. Surprisingly, the two clicked quickly. However, Hydra's hold on Bucky's mind was still there, and the things he once considered normal clashed with the mundane.

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: not sure, PTSD in some way

Author's note: I'm not from Romania nor did I ever own a market stand, keep that in mind, please. I did what I could. I KNOW THE TITLE MAKES NO SENSE HERE SHUSH 😭

Those who know me from Quotev I'm not returning to writing, this is a passion project

The actual story:

"Ah, a newcomer. What would you like, good sir?" The market side of Bucharest was bustling more than ever. It wasn't even the tourist season. And so was the little stand with fruit and veggies we found ourselves at. The seller was greeting a man he hadn't seen before in Romanian. Quite a skittish fellow the customer was, however, M/n wasn't the type to choose who he sold his goods to. "Any fruit? Maybe some cabbage for sarmale?"

The customer looked at M/n slightly confused and dazed. "I would like some...uh." The stranger pointed at some of the merchandise. It was clear as day the customer wasn't native with the accent and lesser vocabulary than most, nevertheless, M/n could appreciate him trying. Before the guy could say anymore M/n waved him off with a big smile.

"No shame in using English, my good sir." The toothy grin M/n offered to the customer should have been a good indication that the guy was safe there. M/n's English was similar to the stranger's Romanian; there were some imperfections here and there with a thick accent.

The shame the guy felt was quite visible to the naked eye, however, M/n didn't dwell on it. With a plastic bag in hand, M/n encouraged his customer to pick whatever he desired. "I'd like some of those...thank you." Easy as pie, the bag was filled with the goods the customer desired and ready to be weighed to determine the price.

"Are you on a vacation? Or maybe to see family?" M/n made small talk as he calculated the price. "30 leu (lei??)." The customer handed M/n the money whilst M/n handed him his food.

The hesitation to answer didn't go unnoticed. "I live here." Neither did the awkwardness. It was so thick that M/n could swear he'd drown in it.

Despite that, the smile and excitement on the seller grew wider. "Welcome then! Your Romanian is doing great." M/n gave a big thumbs up toward the stranger who chuckled lightly. "What's your name, my good sir?"

Yet again the stranger hesitated. "Lucas." The name sounded foreign even to the stranger, 'Lucas'. However, M/n wasn't one to judge, he loved making acquaintances and this one seemed worth it. M/n was awed at the name 'Lucas' and told him his in return.

"It was nice to meet you, Lucas. Come buy anytime. I'll give you discounts." 'Lucas' offered a thank you, flashed with an awkward yet genuine smile as he left the stand.

This small interaction went on for over a week, of course with different conversations. Today however was slightly different. "AH! My favorite customer! Lucas!" M/n beamed with happiness as he straightened himself up upon seeing the other man. "We should stop seeing each other just when you buy my stuff." The seller was already packing 'Lucas'' usual order.

'Lucas' smiled as he leaned against the crates and looked over today's offer. "Add some of these in." Happily, without any protests, M/n did what 'Lucas' wished. "You have quite the haul today, M/n." 'Lucas' had to push himself off the crates so he could pay for the stuff.

Meanwhile, M/n puffed out his chest in pride. "Of course I do. The farm is very generous." When the bag was set on the scale M/n gasped as an idea flashed in his mind. "Come to the farm with me today." That surprised 'Lucas' and his shifting body did him no justice in hiding that he was not too fond of the idea. "Come on, Lucas. Please? I won't charge you for this." The bag rustled as M/n shook it slightly to get his offer across.

'Lucas' eyed the bag for a moment before sighing. "Alright. But only for a little." M/n was practically shaking with excitement. In the past week, M/n came to enjoy 'Lucas'' company more than he should. Considering the man a friend even if he was still a stranger in someone's book. He gave him way too many discounts.

M/n enthusiastically motioned 'Lucas' to come over to his side of the counter. "Stay here then! I'll be closing at 13." Without even considering if 'Lucas' had a job M/n patted the man on his shoulder when he came over to the counter and began to plan their day out loud, all while doing his job as a seller. Once the 13-hour mark struck the two men loaded M/n's car and wroomed off to M/n's farm.

M/n had made 'Lucas' help him around the farm. The other man not once complained and actually did more than he had been asked to all the while keeping a steady conversation with M/n. What was surprising was 'Lucas' inhumane strength. 'Lucas' froze once he realized what he had just displayed. His mind going sixty miles per hour thinking of how to dispose of M/n. They stopped, however, once M/n said: "Me next!" jumping around the guy with his arms in the air like he didn't care, whilst keeping a comfortable distance. 'Lucas', who was still slightly shell-shocked, didn't move for a while until M/n's laughter out shouted 'Lucas'' racing mind and he joined in on the laughter. Feeling strangely human.

M/n somehow convinced 'Lucas' to stay overnight. Bribing him with food was the way M/n found efficient in convincing the other man. M/n made enough food for what could be considered a whole family, even though they were alone. Oh how happy he was to see 'Lucas' eating it all. Truth be told despite having a lot of acquaintances, M/n had no friends. So for 'Lucas' to be there with him was something he always wished he could experience. In a way, he too finally felt human again. Like a child, in a good way.

The next morning M/n drove 'Lucas' to his apartment. Since M/n packed more food for the other than necessary, he helped him up. 'Lucas' hesitated if he should let M/n in. However, going by logic, M/n had invited him into his farm and house, plus he gave him a week's worth of food for free, so it would be fair to let the letter in. M/n whistled at the sight of the apartment. Small but surprisingly homey. "Nice home. I like it here."

"It's not as big as your farm." The bags of food had been set down on 'Lucas'' dining table and two made a quick heist at unpacking whilst they conversed.

"Thank God for that." 'Lucas' snorted at M/n's remark. Somehow a single day formed a friendship both would like to keep stable and for as long as possible. They simply just clicked. M/n tapped the table before turning to 'Lucas'. "Alright, I have to go set up the stand. You're free to visit anytime." 'Lucas' nodded and closed the door behind M/n once he was out. The rest of the day was slower even when they met each other again. At the markets. It was slow but not bad. This time around 'Lucas' tried to help bring more customers to M/n's stand. Some of his attempts were more successful than others and a great show for the salesman who played along.

After M/n closed the stand he was invited to 'Lucas'' place for some beer and chill. So, of course, he did. One day of neglect wouldn't kill his farm; he didn't have any animals or kids that were waiting for him at home either. After getting slightly tipsy and 'Lucas' not, it made the other quite pouty. "You had as many as I did. How are you still sober, Lucky?" M/n's Romanian was harder to understand intoxicated than not. 'Lucas' had a hard time comprehending the sentence but he did notice the nickname and how it didn't make much sense. Somehow the sound also reminded him of something, however, he couldn't pinpoint what. "From now on, you're the only one drinking. And you'll be drinking țuică, Lucky" The bottle glistened with the liquor as it landed on the table. M/n had been gifted the bottle by another salesman who was making his own for a living. "Lucky?"

'Lucas' was spacing out when N/m shook a hand in front of him and asked his name again, worried. He didn't reply nor did he even blink. "Hey, Lucas. Are you there?" M/n didn't dare to touch the man also remembering to speak in English for the other's sake. He guessed 'Lucas' was an off-duty soldier seeking some normality here in Romania. And come on, who just rocks a body like his and strength? The seller wasn't stupid enough to try and touch a zoned-out soldier. That's like asking for a deadly kiss. He chose to sit back and wait for a while. Eventually 'Lucas' will wake up. M/n also stopped with the drinks as he wanted to be sober when that happened. To be by his friend's side and aid 'Lucas' if he'd have him.

It took thirty minutes for 'Lucas' to get up and waltz over to his kitchen where he grabbed a notepad. Whilst he wrote something in it M/n stayed quiet. He knew how frustrating it was to lose a thought. Once 'Lucas' closed the book M/n announced himself quietly. "Lucas?" 'Lucas' turned around to look at M/n with a distant look. "Should I leave?" The seller's voice was gentle with a gentle smile on his face.

After a while of silence 'Lucas' woke up completely with a deep inhale and rapid blinking. He looked around before he answered. "No... No, you don't have to. I'd actually welcome the company." 'Lucas' went to sit down on a chair with a huff. "You said I should try this-" Before the guy could even reach for the bottle of țuică M/n beat him to it and took it away.

The seller continued to smile but he looked worried. "Are you sure you want to continue drinking, friend?" M/n wasn't trying to be controlling, his question was genuine. If 'Lucas' will say yes, M/n won't stop him. However, if he said no, no judgment would come. The sigh that came out of 'Lucas' sounded stressful. "Hey, man," M/n scooted closer, "if you want to talk about it, I'll hear you out."

'Lucas', perplexed, shook his head no. Whenever he said something he remembered, man-made pain would follow. He wasn't sure if M/n wouldn't do something. Even if in the back of his mind knew otherwise. "Let me have a taste at least." His back straightened as he reached for the bottle which M/n passed him. The taste was interesting but good. Familiar yet still distant. "Not bad." The bottle slightly clanked on the table. A long silence followed before 'Lucas' spoke again. "Would you stay the night? ...Please."

M/n visibly cheered up at the thought. Of course, he'd stay. He never got to have a sleepover when he was younger so having two in a row was a dream come true. "If you'll have me." 'Lucas' smiled gently before starting a conversation M/n eagerly followed.

M/n slept on the floor since he insisted so much. The night was quiet. Only one person wasn't still asleep and that was 'Lucas'. With a mind in a spiral, he regretted having M/n over. Not because he wouldn't want him there, no. Because every fiber in his body screamed to take a knife. He wasn't sure if his mind suggested M/n's murder or self-defense. Every time M/n shifted 'Lucas'' muscles would contract on instinct. He didn't have this problem when he stayed over at M/n's so why- "Lucky?" 'Lucas' stayed completely still when he heard M/n's voice whisper and shift to sit on the floor. He repeated 'Lucas' name again but louder. When M/n reached out toward 'Lucas' the other man out of reflex grabbed the seller's arm in a firm grip.

M/n looked surprised but not scared as he tried to lull the hyperventilating man in front of him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I... You weren't breathing so I got worried." The whole time 'Lucas' questioned his mind he didn't realize he wasn't breathing. "Cool arm." That cut the tension. 'Lucas' looked at his left hand with which he gripped M/n's hand away from him. His metal arm. 'Lucas' zoned out with his brows furrowed in worry. The seller sat on the floor without trying to pry his arm away.

"You're not frightened?" The tight grip on M/n's arm released. The seller's arm fell slowly to his side as he looked at his friend. Confused and slightly offended at 'Lucas'' question, M/n's nose wrinkled as he snorted. That confused the other. He should have been running and screaming for help, not smiling and brushing things off.

"Of course, I was a little scared," M/n stopped his hand above 'Lucas'' knee, "but mostly for you." then he set it down. The leg underneath M/n's palm twitched. The thought of abuse crashed into his mind. He thought that maybe they didn't treat him well in the army or he got possibly captured on the battlefield; and endured a life's worth of horror. "Are you alright?"

M/n knows that he's not the greatest at assessing a situation. After all, he did try to touch a former soldier in his sleep. Although aware of his friend's situation M/n is oblivious to his actions.

'Lucas' looked back at M/n. "Do you know who I am?" The question sounded bizarre to the seller. Of course, he knew who he was—maybe not deeply as a person, since they had only known each other for two days. Even then, M/n didn't care if 'Lucas' was possibly lying to him.

"You're my friend, Lucas."

[blueberrymori]

☆summary: reader relapses on a bad day and doesn't tell Bucky, leaving him worried.

☆warnings/tags: MALE!reader -he/him pronouns, angst whit happy ending, angst to fluff, suicidal thoughts, dysphoria, mention of self-harm and scars from self-harm, comfort and affection, Be careful if this triggers you, don't read if you know you can't deal with triggers, you are not alone and don't be ashamed to ask for help.

☆A/N: I didn't really know how to finish this one, it was two in the morning when I wrote it, and I dont use Y/N or variants in my fanfics

being raised in a home where your parents are emotionally absent affects various aspects of your life, when your mother wasn't prepared to be a mother and throws all the traumas and insecurities she had at you, always making a point of emphasizing this in any conflicting opinions between you. A father who doesn't know how to apologize and lives drunk and has aggressive tendencies where he only stayed married to your mother to avoid paying alimony and in his eyes you remind him of your mother, he hated being married to your mother.

When you wake up in the morning after a long nightmare with your family and the lack of Bucky in bed next to you only serves to increase the feeling of anguish in your chest.

Bucky wasn't an idiot, he knew that there were days when you were more distant and did everything you could to occupy your mind, and those days made Bucky extremely worried, especially when he saw you isolating yourself without talking to him, he knew what it felt like to distance yourself from being alone, and he, being your boyfriend, didn't want that for you.

That day when Bucky came back from one of his morning runs he saw you in the kitchen crying by the stove, he automatically thought the worst, he ran to you. - Honey? hey hey Look at me please - Bucky said as he placed his meaty hand on your cheek in a loving way.

The blue-eyed man looked into your eyes, tears blurring his cheeks - it's okay, I'm here now - the dark brown-haired man said as he kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

-What happened, my love? Talk to me, or just cry and let it all out - he said as he brought his hand up to your hair and stroked it. Bucky kissed the top of your head and held you close until he heard the first trace of your voice.

- I had a bad dream...when I woke up you weren't here and when I got up to make coffee I dropped the cup and it broke - your weak voice between sniffles made Bucky bring his fingers to your chin and lift it gently so you could look at it.

- Did you hurt yourself with the broken china? - His voice was low and sweet as honey, and when he saw you nodding negatively he took you in his arms and walked over to the sofa in the living room. - It wasn't just the cup, was it? - he said as he sat you down on the sofa and sat next to you.

Your silence was the answer for Bucky, he sighed and took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. - love, please be honest with me, I can't help you if you keep quiet - he said with his expression turning into a gentle smile.

- No... it wasn't just the cup, I think I've become a little over-aware of everything, my scars, my appearance... absolutely everything I hate about myself - Bucky intertwined their fingers together and continued to look into his eyes.

-You shouldn't hate them, they show how strong you've been, that you've been at your worst and overcome it - the dark brown haired man said looking at you with a gaze full of love and affection, he's been in your place and sometimes he's still there, but you've always been there for him when it happened. - And do you want to know a secret? You're stronger than you think, you're a beautiful boy, you're kind and on top of everything you're the one who showed me the light -  he said, kissing your forehead.

-Bucky, how can you love me? - your question drew a sad laugh from him, making him pull you onto his lap and hold your cheeks between his hands so you wouldn't look away.

- I ask myself that question every day, how can you love me? after everything I've done and been through -  Bucky said looking into her eyes which were dripping with tears, he smiled slightly and kissed her lips - I love you my prince -  he said sprinkling kisses on her cheek as soon as his lips moved away from hers.

His meaty hand moved to trace the scars on your arm, he moved his fingers lovingly and held your forearm close to his lips, kissing the scars lightly. - I love every part of you, and I don't see anything as a flaw, you're perfect, from the strand of your hair to the tip of your foot - he said, leaving kisses sprinkled on her arm.

- Thanks, Bucky -  Her voice made him look at her face again, and he tilted his head slightly.

- Thanks for what? - The blue-eyed man said as he moved his metal hand to wipe another tear from his eye.

- For taking care of me... not letting me give up. - The boy said, looking down at his scarred left arm, Bucky moved his hand and intertwined their fingers again.

- You don't have to thank me for anything, my love, I'm your boyfriend, we're together and I want you well and healthy -  he says, smiling at you and pulling you to put your head on his chest as he settles on the sofa. He kisses your temple and moves his metal hand to your back.

- I love you, my angel, every part of you, even the ones you think are flawed -  Bucky says as he traces soothing circles on your back.

[deniable-masterpiece]

forgot that inside that icon there’s still a young girl from new york

and he walks like a bitch too

[thealtoduck]

THINK LATER

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, rooftop sex, masks stay ON, enemies with benefits (kinda), unprotected sex, spit as lube, riding, doggy style, fingering…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Peter feels conflicted about your friends with benefits relationship and vents his frustration to the Black Cat…

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Peter’s pov

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Peter knew that you two weren’t exclusive.

But hearing Y/n had hooked up with his neighbour still stung his heart. He considered if he had started to catch feelings for him… but decided he didn’t want to get into all that and feel even worse.

He needed a distraction.

He layed sprawled out on his bed thinking when it hit him. Duh, he was Spider-Man, what better distraction was there?… He got of his bed, changed into the red and blue suit, opened the window and climbed out.

Luck seemed to be on everybody’s side but his that night… for once Queens was just a boring place where nothing happened, no one needing his help in the slightest. So as he swung around Y/n still lingered in his mind.

Eventually he gave up, swinging to the top of a building he sat down on the edge looking out over the city. Maybe he had caught feelings for Y/n, he thought to himself as he watched the city streets below.

Suddenly his Spider-sense tingled making him swiftly turn. Only to be met with a familiar face… or rather mask.

”Hey Spider” the Black Cat said in his usual purring voice.

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Your pov

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Spider-Man just seemed to examine you, noticing you didn’t have any stolen goods on you. So he just remained seated on the building edge and said tiredly ”Not now, Cat, I’m not in the mood”.

This was the first time he ever seemed indifferent to you. You HATED the feeling.

”What’s got you all moody?” you questioned. Spider-Man turned to you confused. ”Why would I talk about my feelings with you?” he questioned suspiciously. ”Crazy concept, right?” you teased and balanced playfully on the edge of the building.

Spider-Man let out a deep breath and thought, what’s the worst that could happen.

”So there’s this guy, that I’m kinda… messing around with-” Spider-Man started.

”What?” you cut in. He just looked at you for a couple seconds before you said ”Sorry, go on”.

”…And he slept with this other guy and it made me realise that I kind of want us to be exclusive but I don’t know if he wants that too” He finshed explaining. You stood and looked at the spandex clad hero and what he had told you bothered you…

Some little boytoy was bothering him to the point of keeping YOU from being chased by your favourite Spider, keeping him from doing his job of chasing YOU a WANTED thief. You didn’t know why but the idea that someone else had their claws dug in to him like this bothered you.

The thought that he had a life outside of the mask that didn’t involve you at all…

Jealousy flared up inside you like a flash fire.

”Oh, come ON” you said loudly. ”You are Spider-Man, you’re really gonna let him walk all over your feelings like that? You know what you need? You need to show him that you that you’re not just gonna wait for him” you told him.

Spider-Man just looked at you and then questioned ”How do I do that?”.

”Jesus, Spider take of the damn purity ring! Do I need to spell it out for you?” you said and he understood what you were getting at.

You got off the edge of the building and made your way behind where he sat. You pulled the zipper to your suit all the way down. You pulled of the form fitting black suit of your body down to your hips showing off your upper body.

”I still don’t kno-…” he said turning but stopping mid-sentence as he saw your bare upper body. ”Liking the view?” you teased. Spider-Man got up and walked over to you ”Cat, come on”

You poked a finger on his upper chest ”You need to show him that you’re good without him”

”He can’t see us”

”Then show yourself that you don’t need him”

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Peter’s pov

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The sight was mouth watering to Peter, usually criminals weren’t his type but Black Cat just had a hold of him. Maybe there was a reason he hadn’t managed to catch him yet, maybe he wouldn’t let himself. He had started liking the chase.

Peter tried to think of Y/n but was like hypnotized seeing Black Cat’s upper body. Peter slowly reached for him, touching the soft skin of his stomach with his gloved hands. He let his hans wander Black Cat’s body.

”Liking it?” Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter mumbled completely transfixed.

Black Cat leaned in and placed a kiss on Peter’s mask covered lips. ”Wanna lift this for me?” he asked and Peter let go of Cat’s body and lifted his mask slightly revealing his lips. Soon Black Cat’s lips crashed against his as their arms wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace.

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Your pov

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You ended up laying on your back against the cold rooftop, Spider-Man who was on top of you pressed a button on his suit making it turn loose around his body. He pushed it of his body revealing his own muscular chest to you.

”Not bad Spider” you complimented.

The two of you continued to make out and Spider-Man pulled your suit further down revealing your tight white underwear. He threw your Black Cat suit aside and looked at your stripped down self. It almost felt familiar to him.

You slowly pulled your underwear down while looking Spider-Man in the eyes. ”So, how do you want to do this?” you purred curiously. ”Why don’t you start preparing yourself and give me a show?” he recommended.

You did as told, spreading your legs and started playing with your hole, fingering yourself as Spider-Man watched. He had let his own suit fall down to his ankles sat down on his kness infront of you. He palmed his erection through his boxers as he watched you stretch yourself open.

Spider-Man then pulled down his boxers slightly, letting his erect cock feel the night air. He jerked himself off as he saw you add another finger inside yourself. He then crawled closer to you, soon you were making out again with him on top of you, your naked bodies grinding together.

You then suprised him by rolling the two of you over so that you were on top of him, you pinned his hands over his head and whispered ”You ready?”. ”Yeah” Spider-Man answerd eagerly. You spit in your hand and rubbed it on his length.

You then lined up his cock with your enterance and sunk down on it. You supported yourself with your hands on Spider-Man’s pecs as you felt him fill you up with his cock. You let out a soft moan and said ”You’re cock is quite impressive, Spider”.

Once all of him was inside you, you rested for a moment, letting him fully stretch you out. Spider-Man let out soft gasps, from feeling his cock clenched in your tight heat.

Soon you started moving slowly up and down on his cock, Spider-Man let out a satisfied groan which made you smirk knowing you could give him that pleasure. You took Spider-Man’s hands and moved them to the globes of your ass letting him touch them.

He grabbed your ass tightly helping you roll your hips on his thick length. ”Fuck Cat- so fucking good” Spider-Man said through groans, his mouth hanging open.

You sped up the pace as you bounced up and down on his cock, feeling it deep inside you. You both let out heavy moans, the people down on the street might even hear what’s going on up on that rooftop.

”Can I- Can I-” Spider-Man tried but was unable to get out, so you slowed down the pace. ”Can you, what? Handsome” you said putting a hand under his chin. ”Can I fuck you from behind?” He asked in a polite yet needy tone.

”It’d be my pleasure” you said repositioning yourself so you were on all fours. Spider-Man positioned himself behind you. He re-insterted himself into your ass and put his hands on your hips, he then started thrusting himself into you, the sound of skin slapping together filling the rooftop.

”Fuck Spider- Y-you don’t go easy” you said feeling his cock plowing you.

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Peter pov

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Peter enjoyed the view, Black Cat had the most perfect ass and the thought of stuffing it full of cum made it even better. Peter’s cock was kneaded perfectly inside your heat.

He sped up his thrusts, wanting to fuck the orgasms out of the both of you. The whines Black Cat made beneath him implied to Peter he was getting close.

Through heavy panting Black Cat managed to get out a ”I’m gonna- c-cum”, Peter made sure to fuck deep into him as he let out a big groan. Peter assumed Black Cat had just shot his load on the rooftop floor.

Peter then felt his own orgasm approaching and asked ”Can I cum inside you?”. Black Cat said softly ”As much as you want”. Peter then animalistically thrusted into him, losing a proper rhythm.

And with a powerful last thrust with his cock stuffed deep inside Black Cat, Peter felt his seed spurt inside the the man beneath him. Peter panted heavily feeling completely drained.

Peter pulled out seeing his cum leak out of the other man’s ass and down his legs. The two then layed down on their backs next to each other, both exhausted and looking up at the stars.

”Feeling better?” Black Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter said, his stress about Y/n having vanished for now.

After a while Peter stood up and offered Black Cat a hand but he remained laying on his back.

”You know, I’ll think I’ll rest here for a bit longer… Jesus, Spider, I didn’t know you were THAT big” Black Cat stated, touching his streched out cum stained ass. Peter let out a small laugh, he went and got himself dressed up in his costume and also brought Black Cat his suit and underwear.

”You know I should really use this opportunity to arrest you, I’ve never seen you so tired” Peter joked.

”Wow and after all I’ve done for you tonight Spider, that’s rude” he said back. Peter then bid Black Cat farewell and jumped from the building, swinging himself home.

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As Peter layed down in bed again, his mind was fully focused on Black Cat, his body, his ass, his everything. Peter felt himself growing hard again just thinking about him, he slipped a hand in his boxers and down to his cock and started rubbing it, and he spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the Black Cat.

[daydaydayrk420]

I'm the one who asked about the story including a sextape but I'm gonna send an ask after this asking if you received this because sometimes my asks won't send although I hope this one will, but here's the plot.

Steve Rogers x Male Reader.

Plot- the male reader is a new avenger and when he first meets Steve he catches him doing squats in the gym and immediately he can't take his eyes off his bubble butt and Steve notices but as soon as she sees the reader he falls head over heels and he sees him just staring at americas ass so over the week Steve does everything to try and tease the reader using his ass but when the reader doesn't take the hint he decides to surprise him. After a workout the male reader goes back to his room and is shocked to see Steve naked on his bed on his hands and knees showing off America's ass, Steve asks if the reader wants to make a sex tape and reader agrees immediately and so he starts recording and then begins the smut. Please include bottom Steve Rogers and top male reader, include reader rimming Steve, Steve twerking for the male reader, the sex, and then the reader blowing his load all over America's ass while Steve twerks for him again then you can include how it ends like if they decide to become a couple or not and if they decide to keep the sextape for themselves or post it for the world to see.

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Steve Rogers X male reader

⚠️ bottom Steve, top reader, sex tape, rimming, cum shot ⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

📜 synopsis: y/n is a new avenger and he gains an interest in an ass of a certain team member. Little does he know that that team member is planning something dirty .📜

Y/n has joined the avengers about a week ago.

He blended in quite fast. Everyone immediately started talking to him and starting friendships.

But there is one man who has caught y/n's eyes the most.

Or well.... More like an ass has caught his attention.

Y/n was exploring the avengers tower when mostly everyone was on missions.

He memorised every floor.

Now he's down to the last one he'll probably use the most.

The gym / the training room.

Y/n opens the door with low expectations. It's just a gym. How much difference can there be in an avengers gym and a normal one.

But when y/n opens the door. He's not disappointed.

A couple of meters away from him is a man working out.

A man with an ass.

America's perfect ass.

He's shamelessly staring that he doesn't notice the door shut.

The sound of the doors shutting gets the squatting man's attention. He turns around and sees y/n focused on his ass.

He should feel disgusted. Get up and confront the man about his behaviour. But... He likes the attention?

Why?

He looks away as if he didn't catch the man staring and continues his squatting.

Maybe it's because the attention is on his ass? Not his...goody two shoes captain America persona?

Is this how Steve finds his guilty pleasure?

He finishes his set and gets up. He walks over to get his water bottle only to find the stranger still staring.

"Oh hey. Didn't see you there. Are you the new guy?" Steve pretended and walked over with a smile. He offered his hand for a handshake as he waited for a response.

"Oh uh... Yeah that's me. I'm y/n" Y/n cleared his throat and shook the blond man's hand. "Nice to meet you." He said with a smile but his mind is still focused on the ass.

"So what brought you to the gym?" Steve asks as he turns around to put his water bottle on a nearby bench. He makes sure to sway his ass as he walks.

"Oh I was just... exploring. Getting to know the place." Y/n said as he tries to keep his voice calm. His eyes immediately glued to the man's ass.

And Steve is fully aware. He can feel the hungry eyes whenever he moves.

That's how they met.

And this is how it's going.

Steve is currently in the avengers kitchen. Waiting for the one and only to finally wake up and get his coffee.

Speak of the devil. Y/n, messy as ever and drowsy as a sleeping cat, walks in and drags his feet towards the coffee maker.

"Good morning." Steve said with a grin as he watched how y/n barely held his eyes open.

"mmmrnin..." Y/n tried to speak but his voice is too weak and he's too tired to bother to properly use his mouth.

Steve can't help but laugh.

"Here, let me get your mug before you trip over your own foot trying to get it." The captain said as he leaned over the counter and reached for a mug on the top cupboard. Why do all that? So he can show his ass of course.

But, y/n doesn't seem to care as he's too focused on what type of coffee he wants.

Steve Huffs quietly in disappointment and gives him the mug.

It's been like that for a week.

Steve has been trying everything to show off his ass to y/n. To give the new avenger a hit, a hint that says ' please fuck me '. But the new avenger is so god damn clueless.

The captain just has to take matters into his own hands.

It's Friday.

Steve knows y/n's schedule.

Wakes up at 10. Makes breakfast. Goes to explore the tower as he's still getting used to the layout. And at the end of the day he goes to the gym to tire himself.

So Steve waits. He waits for y/n to go to the gym so he can begin his plan.

"hey Steve wanna join me at the gym tonight?" Y/n asked as he walked by the captain.

"Oh I'd love to but I can't right now I have something to do." Steve wasn't technically lying. He does have plans. And they still include y/n.

"Oh...okay well, next time." Y/n tries to hide his disappointment bug goes to the gym anyway.

Once the sight is clear Steve rushed into y/n's room.

"Fucking hell..." Y/n pants as he's finally in front of his room. He reaches for the handle immediately. Y/n can't to just shower and go to-

"Hey handsome," Steve said with a grin.

Y/n stares wide eyed. Is that... Steve on his bed? Naked?

Yes.

Steve is intact naked. On his elbows and knees with his butt as high as possible. He sways his ass invitingly.

Y/n snaps out of it and quickly shuts the door and locks it.

"Steve-" y/n stops talking when the captain wiggles his ass more.

"Come here and fuck me in front of this camera." He offered and reached behind himself to spread his perfectly round cheeks to show that he's already prepped.

"You - you want to film a sex tape?" Y/n's mouth practically watered at the view.

"With your consent of course," Steve lifted himself so he's only on his knees so he can turn at y/n better.

Y/n's eyes darken with greed. "Is it recording?"

Steve nods. The camera is in fact already recording. It was holstered right next to the bed facing the doors that y/n walked through. So it caught his reaction perfectly. Now it'll perfectly record the upcoming.

That's all it takes for y/n to rush to the bed and push Steve forward so he's on his elbows again.

The captain lets out a surprised gasp. Once he recovers he gets comfortable and wiggles his ass again.

Y/n is naked in an instant.

Y/n strokes himself as he leans down to spit at the captain's hole.

"Fuck waiting." He muttered to himself and latched onto the captain's hole.

He ate him out like a starved man. Steve gasps and moans. Who would've known that y/n's tongue would be so skilled?

The captain whines and pushes back against y/n's face. "Fuck...that tongue is perfect. So fucking perfect." Steve's blabbering out loud as if he was narrating for the camera.

Y/n groans but buries his face more in Steve's ass.

"Please Y/N i need your cock." The captain pleaded.

Y/n pulls off and licks his lips

He's so excited he can only mutter words.

"Lube." He orderes. Steve reaches under the pillow and gives the lube to y/n. He himself is impatient.

Y/n is fast. He's already lubed up and lining up. He grips Steve's ass cheek with one hand and pushes in. He gives the camera a side eye as Steve moans. His back arches and his ass pushes back against y/n.

"Oh fuck you feel better than I imagined." Steve whined and gripped the sheets.

Y/n doesn't give Steve any time to adjust and starts moving immediately. He pulls out almost all the way before he snaps his hips to thrust back in.

The rhythm of the hard thrusts cause the bed to rock against the bed. Y/n checks the camera to make sure it's still recording.

Steve's moans only get louder and louder. His hands eventually found the headboard and gripped it do tight his knuckles turned white.

"Please." The captain's plead is practically spelled out as his voice jumps with each bounce that's caused by the thrusts.

"Your ass is so perfect you know that?" Y/n groans and reaches for the camera.

"I'm gonna paint this ass white." He said and pointed the camera at the captain's hole to show how well he's taking y/n's pounding.

The lube has turned white with use. It's collecting itself at Steve's rim. And y/n makes sure to focus the camera on it.

Steve arches his back, pushing his ass more onto y/n. "I'm close." The captain moans. He reaches down to stroke himself.

Y/n holds the camera with one hand so he can smack the captain's ass with the other. He makes sure to catch every important detail. How the cheek turns red. How Steve's hand is moving fast around his own cock to chase his release.

"Me too." Y/n grunts and smacks Steve's ass again.

The camera captures how fast y/n moves inside the captain. The video will be shaky. But that only adds to the passion.

Steve's hand goes still around his cock as he's hit with an intense climax. But y/n doesn't film it. He films how he pulls out and quickly strokes himself with his free hand.

The captain is trying his best to hold himself up. He looks behind his shoulder to watch how y/n films stroking himself. He can tell that the man is close too so he starts to shake his ass a bit. He would shake it more if he wasn't so exhausted already.

But that's all y/n needs to cum and cover Steve's ass with his cum.

Once he finished Steve finally gave in and collapsed onto the bed.

Y/n follows shortly afterwards.

They're both a panting mess.

Steve however, he turns to face y/n with a shit eating grin. "You look satisfied," he teased the other man as he scooted closer to caress his chest.

Y/n smiles tiredly and looks at the captain. He rests his hand on Steve's hand that's caressing his chest.

"You were amazing." He said with a soft smile and leaned in for a kiss.

The captain doesn't hesitate and returns it immediately.

"Are you still recording?" Steve asks with a chuckle and reaches for the camera that still has a red blinking light.

"Maybe." Y/n chuckles too and watches Steve check the recording.

"we should do that again some day." Steve said with a smile after he turned the camera off and placed it on the nightstand.

He turns to y/n again and lays his head on his chest.

Y/n smiles and runs his finger through the soft blond locks. "Yeah we should."

They both fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

In the morning they'll be smothered with questions about why they were so loud last night to the point y/n once suggests to show them the video which Steve of course declines.

But who knows. Maybe one day Steve will want others to see the tape as well.

[alabastersmutzz]

Thor X Male reader smut headcanons

Experience

A LOT, hes like 5000 years old lol

Hes been with men, women, aliens, monsters-

(He kinda freaky)

So yeah he KNOWS his stuff

Dom/sub, Top/Bottom

Top. I cant really see him as a bottom tbh, but hes definitely very gentle

Dom, but like soft dom ya know? Unless you want him to be rough (which he'll definitely do)

I can maaaaaaaybe see him be like a sub!top but like... very rarely

Position

He LOVES having you ride him, but for the most part, whatever position youd like he'd be fine with

Hes also kinda vanilla so missionary also

Kinks

Loves praising you, and every so often likes to be praised ofc

Honestly would be into whatever your into

I also feel like he'd love hair pulling

DEFINITELY likes that electro stimulation

(Once again, he kinda freaky)

I feel like hes definitely tried like EVERYTHING and is ok with all of it

I think the only thing he wouldnt be into would be like heavy BDSM

Nicknames

Likes to be called:

Thor

Lord

Your highness

Your majesty

King

Sir

Daddy

Likes to call you:

Good boy

Sweetheart

Darling

Love

(And depending on how kinky yall are)

Slut

Whore

Bad boy

Bitch

Looks

"Whos horse is that?"

No but seriously like hes PACKING

Like 9-10 inches

Maybe more?

Idk hes a LITERAL GOD

*SCHLURPP*

Other

He likes to have sex on his throne

LOVES having his balls sucked

Loves massages (both giving and recieving)

Hes a tease, for sure

(Lowkey likes to get kinky with his hammer/axe)

[mlm-writer]

Thoughtful (Wade Wilson x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature (because reader says fuck) Words: 821 POV: Second Summary: Little domestic snippet with your boyfriend <3 Note: No proofreading because I am lazy. If you see a typo, no you don't. Tags: domestic fluff, cuddles, established relationship and chocolate milk

A waft of cold air infiltrated the apartment, rousing you from your warmed nap by the radiator. “NO,” you exclaimed reflexively, without even regaining full consciousness. You thrashed around on the couch, the thick blanket you had draped over yourself got tangled in your legs. A leather-clad hand came to rest on your shoulder. You relaxed and felt the blanket slowly being freed and tucket under your cold body.  

“Just stay half-asleep,” Wade’s gentle voice soothed you as he placed the blanket over you again. “Just don’t fully sleep, cause then the writer will have to write me doing stuff to you while you sleep and while I am a good guy, it still feels a little weird.” 

You turned over to your other side. “Shut up, Wade,” you mumbled, making your boyfriend giggle like a little lovestruck teenage girl. A bit later you felt a large weight crushing you just as you were about to fall back asleep. You groaned. “You’re heavy, get off me!” Wade pulled the blanket off your face and started peppering it in little kisses. 

“Come on babyboo, you love me so much, how can you resist me?” You thrashed around, trying to wrestle Wade off you, but he captured your lips with his, going in for the killer move of distracting you with slow and deep kisses. His rough lips slid against yours; his tongue coaxed its way inside your mouth to dance with yours. Your lips parted with a gasp and in the split second that Wade was distracted too, you chucked him off you, sending him from the couch to the cold hard floor. 

“You underestimate how much I love breathing,” you grinned in victory. Wade shifted on the floor, getting into a more elegant position where he laid on his side with one knee bent and an arm supporting his head. You rolled your eyes as he made suggestive eyebrow wiggles at you. “You woke me up. You owe me a hot chocolate.” It took your boyfriend less than two seconds to get on his feet and be on his way to the kitchen to fulfill your very high demands. You stayed on the couch like a burrito, staring at the black screen of the TV. Turning it on would require sticking your arm out into the cold. 

“I love this show!” Wade quipped from behind you where he was heating up the milk in the microwave. “I love the part where the person does the thing at the place. Don't you?” You rolled your eyes so hard they almost proverbially rolled out of your sockets. Wade chattered on an on about ‘the show’. “And I really like the entity that says the words that mean a lot. You know when it said the thing that helped the other character do the other thing? Oh what a great episode that was!” He didn't shut up until he came into your field of vision and kissed your cheek. “Here you go my little love spring roll.” He said down next to you and turned on the TV. He held the mug at your neck height. In the Pinkie Pie mug sat a glittery pink reusable straw. You smiled and craned your neck down to take a sip without exposing anything but your face to the air. 

“Thank you, baby,” you hummed happily as he put on a bad comedy movie and diligently held the mug up for you. When you had drank it all, he put it down and tugged softly at the corner of your blanket. “Fine, you have earned cocoon rights…” you sigh as you open up the blanket long enough for Wade to also crawl under it. You hissed at his cold skin coming into contact with you. “Fuck you're so cold,” you complained as you wrapped your arms around him, warming him with your body heat. Wade tugged his head under your chin, drinking in your warmth and scent. 

“You'll have to deal with it baby. The nonnie requested cuddles.”

“The who?”

“Oh don't worry about it sweet cheeks.”

You diverted your eyes back to the screen. Wade had the tendency to wiggle around, but your steady arms around him kept him safe and warm. He was surprisingly still. You didn't make it to the credits, the warm coziness lulling you back into a peaceful slumber before dinner. When you woke up, you noticed two things. One, you were a lonely burrito. Two, you could smell take out. You rolled off the couch and followed your nose to the dinner table, where a white plastic back with red lanterns on it was waiting for you. The receipt was taped on top with the back facing you. Red ink adorned the back of the receipt, the message “will be back after killing some bad guys! Love you!” was surrounded by little hearts. A smile stretched over your face. How thoughtful. 

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[defectivevillain]

chatterbox

pairing: Deadpool/Reader

reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: You get threatened at gunpoint, meet a vigilante clad in red spandex, and get a concussion all in the same day. At this point, it seems like the universe is spiting you.

word count: 1.7k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical violence, robbery, murder, etc; hospitals, suggestive remarks

You’re having a relatively uneventful day… until you find yourself being held at gunpoint in the nearby convenience store. You’re nothing more than an innocent bystander—you just wanted to buy some snacks before you left. It appears the universe had other plans for you, though. The robber—a guy dressed in all-black—yanks you towards him by the collar and holds a gun to your head, demanding the cashier hand him all the money in the register. For a moment, you’re terrified that they won’t give it to him. Then they snap out of it and shakily hand him the money. 

Somehow, that’s not enough for the intruder—as he proceeds to slam your head against the counter in frustration. You immediately feel a jarring pain searing through your temple and traveling down your face. Suddenly bolstered with a renewed fear for your life, you manage to stun him with a harsh elbow to the gut and escape his grip. Head spinning and heart racing, you run away from the register and duck down one of the aisles, frantically looking around for something that could help you survive this encounter. Unfortunately, the gas station is painfully small and the robber catches you quickly. You’re scrambling backwards through hazy vision as the guy points his gun at you… And you come to the unfortunate conclusion that this is it. You’re going to die here, in the candy aisle of this cramped and grimy store.   

It happens in a blur. There’s suddenly a katana impaled through the robber’s chest, making him drop his gun and fall to the floor as he gurgles in pain. The newcomer is wearing red and black spandex, with numerous weapons scattered across their form. Somehow, you’re on the ground now—your back to the wall as you stare at your savior in disbelief. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding concerned. You stare at the man in shock, still struggling to process everything that just happened. You think the robber’s blood may be splattered across your face. And despite this new guy’s seemingly kind demeanor, you can’t bring yourself to trust him. Your adrenaline is still pumping, leaving you breathing hard and staring at him warily. “I know this is probably a lot, getting saved by a sexy vigilante and all.” You’re entirely unable to comprehend what he’s saying, through the ringing in your ears and throbbing in your temple. 

“Do you normally talk?” he continues, tilting his head curiously. “You need a throat lozenge? Just cough a few times, get the frogs out of your throat. Or maybe some water? Don’t sweat it, even I get shell-shocked sometimes. You should’ve seen me when I came across—”

“You talk a lot,” you interject before you can stop yourself. This guy’s constant rambling isn’t helping your growing headache. Not to mention, he’s speaking so fast that it’s impossible to comprehend what he’s saying. 

“Oh, so you can talk!” the man exclaims. “And wow, rude. I guess that means you’re fine, then,” he huffs, actually seeming a bit offended. You immediately feel guilty for the remark; you’re about to apologize when another bolt of pain runs through your forehead and down your cheekbone, breaking you from your thoughts. 

You wince and bring a hand to your aching head, frowning as you find blood splattered across your skin. “Need a hand?” the masked guy asks. You take his hand and allow him to pull you to your feet, surprised at how easy the feat seems to be for him. “Easy does it.” He warns, evidently noticing your unsteady footing. Your vision spins tauntingly around you as the walls of the store twist and morph in unnatural patterns. Something doesn’t feel right. You blink and suddenly your knees are crumpling under you. The last thing you see before your vision fades to black is a crimson blur. 

You wake to find yourself surrounded by nondescript beige walls. There’s something digging into your arm and you frown, reaching out in an attempt to remove it. You’re stopped by a nurse, who introduces themself and explains the situation. You’ve been unconscious for several hours now, on account of everything you experienced at the convenience store. You don’t have any serious injuries, aside from a concussion. 

As for the man who saved you… his identity remains a complete mystery. You attempt to ask the nursing staff, but they all seem to be just as confused as you are. They claim that the paramedics who arrived on the scene didn’t see anyone who matched his description: red and black suit, katanas… Safe to say, they think your head wound conjured up some mystery hero who saved you. But you know what—or more accurately, who—you saw. After all, your imagination isn’t that inventive or creative. You can vividly remember the gruesome sight of the katana piercing through the robber’s chest; and the rapid-fire sarcasm of the man who wielded it. 

As if summoned by your thoughts alone, you hear a familiar surprised voice. “You’re awake.”

“Jesus!” you instinctively hiss, your chest lurching as you look around the empty room. The heart monitor at your side is beeping like crazy. You have to squint in the dim lighting; then you catch a glimpse of a familiar crimson suit and your panic begins to subside. It’s the guy who saved you—he’s crouching in the window. Isn’t this room pretty high up? You frown. 

“Nope, just me,” he responds cheekily.

“I don’t even know who you are,” is somehow the first thing that falls from your lips. Perhaps you should’ve asked why he’s here… or how he got here. 

“I’m Deadpool, obviously,” he answers, breaking you from your thoughts. “Remember? The convenience store? I saved your ass; then you fainted into my arms. It was pretty embarrassing for you, but it made me look badass. So… thanks, I guess.”

“…What are you doing here?” you decide to ask, your voice slightly raspy. You cough a few times; in the blink of an eye, the guy is standing at your bedside and handing you a glass of water. You thank him and take a few sips, before he places it back on the nightstand. 

“Making sure you don’t snitch,” he says sincerely. “Snitches get stitches and end up in ditches. We clear?” You’re staring at him in disbelief, struggling to process everything that’s happening. The guy speaks almost inhumanly fast and it’s hard to keep up. 

“I won’t say anything.” It takes you a few moments to utter the words, your tongue feeling strangely thick in your mouth. The guy—Deadpool—looks relieved, his shoulders visibly relaxing. 

“Good,” he huffs, crossing his arms. 

“Also, I’m sorry,” you say. The vigilante stares at you in evident confusion. You’ve given up on trying to rationalize what’s happening, or the words that are coming out of your mouth. Blame it on the concussion. “For earlier,” you supply. He had been kind enough to save you and inquire about your wellbeing… and you returned that kindness with an insult, and then promptly fainted in his arms. Embarrassing. 

“No prob,” he brushes you off. “I’m annoying, I get it. Not the first time it’s happened, won’t be the last.” And maybe you’re imagining things, but you swear you can hear the slightest hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“You’re not annoying,” you reassure him. “You saved my life. I just couldn’t really process anything you were saying.”

“Oh,” he remarks. You can’t discern his facial expression through his mask, but he sounds a bit surprised. “Oh! Okay then.”

A very awkward silence suffocates the room. “Thank you,” you hear yourself say. Because despite the absurdity of the situation and the man standing in front of you, you are truly grateful. “For… you know.” You struggle to say the words. 

Deadpool seems to understand regardless. “Don’t mention it,” he says easily. Then his tone turns more sincere. “Seriously, don’t.” He looks at you pointedly.

“I won’t,” you promise. “But thanks. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there. You’re… a pretty good guy.” And wow, you must’ve gotten hit harder than you thought. 

“God, how can you just say those things?” Deadpool mutters to himself, almost sounding embarrassed. Your suspicions are confirmed as you watch him awkwardly climb out the window, the movement far more stilted and clumsy than the previous stealth he’s displayed. He remains crouched in the frame, regarding you for a moment. “I’m glad you’re okay though. Just… let me know if you ever find trouble again. I’ll stab a bitch. Or several bitches. And I mean bitch in the gender neutral, non-misogynistic sense. Obviously. Okay, I really need to go now. See ya!” He blows you a kiss and promptly leans back as he dives out of the window. You stare in disbelief, admittedly a bit concerned for his safety. But judging from the fading sound of footsteps, he landed just fine. 

You suppress a laugh at his dramatic exit, before thinking back to what he just said. “Let me know if you find trouble again.” You appreciate the offer, and you can only hope you won’t have to use it. But… How are you supposed to find Deadpool, if something ever were to happen?

You muse on the thought as you stare at the open window, before sighing and pushing yourself to your feet. The effort is laborious and takes a bit longer than it should, but before long you’re able to walk over to the window and close it. On your way back to the bed, something on the nightstand catches your eye. It’s a card. You frown and grab it, opening it to find a simple message written in unmistakeable red ink: 

Get well soon! Signed,  Your Favorite Mercenary  PS: Here’s my number.  PSPS: Not in a weird way. Just in a friendly, heroic way. I mean, not heroic… I’m not a hero. And I know I said not in a weird way, but I also wouldn’t be opposed…?  Jesus, what am I saying? Right, contact me if you’re ever in trouble.  PSPSPS: Is “PSPS” a real acronym? Probably not. It sounds like something I’d say to a cat to get it to come closer. Anyways, bye! :P

You stare down at the card for several moments, before finding yourself laughing in disbelief. Moments later, you’re saving his phone number under a new contact named “DP⚔️” and smiling foolishly. 

Deadpool is quite the interesting guy, to say the least. You almost hope that, as time passes, you’ll get to know him better. Although, at the same time, you hope you don’t ever need to contact him for his work. But regardless, you’re overwhelmingly grateful to the talkative, sarcastic vigilante who saved you.

author's notes: I have a bad headache as I post this, which feels like poetic justice somehow. lol.

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[deadqueerboys]

Khonshu: Group of homosexuals.

Steven: Yes, you have a problem with this?!

Marc: Since when you're..

Jake: Relax, HE'S ANYTHING BUT STRAIGHT.. CRAZY BIRD!