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hey Boyo's, I'm combining my two blogs so its less stress on me, so if you wanna keep seeing my NSFW content my other blog is @homosexuality-at-its-finest

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Sleepy theo confession, having 2 blogs is making me very anxious and is draining, would y’all be chill if I moved all of my works to my other blog? I’d transfer over all the requests and currently writings I have, I think it’d be easier to manage my works that way. Lemme know what you think!

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Hmm i don't know what to request to be honest. Just ethan finally realising male reader feeling for him and they got together. Some dates then their first sex with so many fluff, i don't know. Also male reader as top

A/n: I know it isn't an Ethan GIF but I literally couldn't find GIF's of my boi

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Ethan winters x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: SMUT, cussing, loving sex, fluff, mentions of trauma and death Word count: 2102

When Ethan had miraculously survived blowing up the village, the first thought he’d had was to go back to his family, his old life.

He’d woken up in an unfamiliar bed, light humming filling the home as his head tipped to the side, landing on a H/c haired man who was making food and was apparently the source of the humming.

“Where am I?” He questioned; voice hoarse from disuse. The man turned his head to face Ethan, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“My house.” He replied smoothly, before turning back to whatever he was cooking.

“Why am I here, and who the hell are you?” The blonde demanded, sitting up in the bed with a bit of a struggle.

“I’m Y/n, and I saved you from the rubble of the explosion. I nursed you back to health, but you heal rather quickly, might I say.” A small smile tipped on the man’s lips, anxiety coursing through the father.

“I have to get back to my family.” He forced himself up on shaky limbs, collapsing under himself. Y/n caught him at the last second, setting him down in the bed.

“You still need to heal, give yourself some time.” He chastised, shaking his head like a parent scolding their child.

Ethan’s cheeks flushed pink, sitting back against the pillows reluctantly.

“I’m Ethan.” He introduced himself, blue eyes watching Y/n’s form as he moved gracefully around the kitchen.

“It’s nice to have a name to finally call you. I’ve just been calling you blondie.” Y/n replied, flashing Ethan a smile as he continued to cook.

“Why are you helping me?” Ethan asked rather meekly, causing the larger man to pause for a moment.

“I’m a sucker for damsels in distress, and I wasn’t going to leave you there to die.” Y/n replied in a quiet tone, poring Ethan a bowl of some kind of soup.

“Eat up Ethan, you need the energy.” The man took a seat on a fluffy chair next to the bed, digging into his food wordlessly.

Their dynamic was odd, two strangers living together and helping take care of one another. Time with Y/n seemed to fly by, the man was eccentric for sure, but Ethan couldn’t bring himself to be bothered when Y/n gave him such soft smiles.

He’d gotten to know Y/n better as time passed and vice versa, their relationship changing from platonic to romantic over the months.

Ethan never forgot his family, but he’d made a new one, one that wasn’t stained and tattered by the horrors he’d gone through.

He’d grown fond of waking up in the morning, feeling large rough hand’s running down his back soothingly, or when they kissed the feeling of Y/n’s rough beard brushing against his smooth jaw.

After months of healing, Ethan had been ready to explore the new town he was inhabiting. Y/n had taken him on a lovely first date, taking him for dinner and then had showed him the local waterfall. The two had gone for a late-night swim, laughing like teenagers as the moon was the only witness to the growing love.

More time passed and Ethan slowly revealed all of his trauma, being met with love and concern from his boyfriend. Never had Y/n judged him, only supporting him endlessly.

By the time a year hit, Ethan was happier than he could ever remember being. He woke up every morning and went to bed every night with Y/n’s arms wrapped securely around him. He had a new job where he felt appreciated and wanted.

His nightmares had become less frequent and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was truly living.

On the year mark of them being together, Y/n had made a lovely dinner for them, the two getting tipsy and seeking comfort in one another.

Lips clashed together in passion, finger’s shyly brushing over skin, unsure of where boundaries were.

Y/n had taken Ethan to bed, lingering over him with flushed cheeks and a shy grin.

“Tell me if you want to stop, and we will.” He promised, the moonlight making him look like a god amongst men, and Ethan was lucky enough to be the object of his worship.

Ethan pulled him down into a kiss wordlessly, a soft sigh leaving his lips when Y/n ground his hips against his own, sparks of pleasure shooting through his stomach.

Y/n’s fingers brushed under his shirt, goosebumps ghosting across Ethan’s skin at the delicate touch.

His fingers ghosted over raised flesh, lightly touching the scars before moving on. Ethan’s back arched into the touch, a needy whine clawing it way out of his throat.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Ethan breathed out, eyes fluttering as Y/n’s lips pressed down above his pulse, tongue lapping at the light beads of sweat.

His disfigured hand gripped helplessly at the sheets as Y/n pulled his shirt off, gently tugging on Ethan’s, as if to ask for permission.

Ethan raised his arms without thought, his shirt being tossed carelessly as Y/n’s fingers revenged his skin.

Y/n was so unbelievably gentle with him, praises falling from his lips as if it was a prayer, making his head spin in the most intoxicating way.

Ethan’s brain fell silent as Y/n wrapped his lips around Ethan’s nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud as his finger’s lightly pinched the other.

Ethan let out a squeak, finger’s tangling into Y/n’s hair as the other man worshipped his body. The H/c haired man pulled away, lips trailing down Ethan’s stomach, stopping to kiss every scar he came across.

It made Ethan feel irrevocably loved his body all but mush on the bed. His finger’s ghosted over the hem of his pants, every few moments’ tipping under the band.

Ethan let out a small whine, lifting his hips up for Y/n, his baby blue eyes barely cracking up to look at the man that held his heart.

“Please Y/n.” He breathed out, teeth digging into his bottom lip at the groan Y/n had let out. The E/c eyed man leaned up, pressing a kiss to Ethan’s lips.

“Anything for you baby.” He breathed out, undoing the buttons of Ethan’s pants, and pulling them down, along with his boxers.

Y/n took a moment, drinking in the sight of Ethan spread out beneath him, looking so fucking beautiful it made his heart hurt.

“You’re beautiful Ethan.” Y/n spoke quietly, leaning down to press kisses to his lower stomach and pelvis, worshiping the newly uncovered skin.

Ethan let out a small moan, finger’s curling into Y/n’s scalp as lips brushed against sensitive skin, making his brain silent as pleasure coursed through him.

His eyes flew open when he felt lips wrap around the head of his cock, an embarrassingly loud moan leaving his lips, hips bucking up.

He looked down and could’ve came right there, with the way Y/n was looking up at him from under his eyelashes, moaning wantonly as he bobbed his head up and down.

Ethan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight, finger’s tugging pathetically on Y/n’s hair as a hand pressed gently into his hip to keep him still.

Obscene wet sounds filled the room, along with the loud whimpers and moans leaving Ethan’s lips, his face buried in the pillows out of embarrassment.

Y/n pulled away with a small ‘pop’ looking up at Ethan with a love filled gaze.

“I love you.” The man breathed out quietly, fingers ghosting up Ethan’s thigh. The blondes face turned bright red, swallowing thickly.

“I love you too.” He replied, siting up so he could kiss the other man.

Y/n cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer as their lips molded together, leaving Ethan dizzy in a mix of pleasure and love.

Y/n pulled away reluctantly, smiling down at Ethan, E/c eyes full of such admiration it made Ethan feel choked up.

“Are you still doing okay?” He asked quietly, thumb brushing over his cheek.

Ethan turned his head to the side, kissing Y/n’s palm as he hummed softly.

“I’m doing amazing Y/n, I really wanna keep going.” He replied shyly, giving his boyfriend a little grin. Y/n smiled back, gently pushing Ethan back down onto the mattress.

The larger male grabbed something from under the pillow, the sound of a cap opening caused Ethan to let out a giggle.

“You put lube under your pillow?” He teased, looking up at the larger man with a grin.

Y/n’s face flushed as he looked away.

“I wanted to be prepared!” He replied, embarrassed. Ethan grabbed his jaw, making Y/n look down at him.

“I think it’s cute.” He assured, fluttering his eyelashes for added affect.

Y/n smirked a little, coating his fingers with the lube.

His middle finger ran around the muscle a few times, causing Ethan to tense up slightly. Y/n leaned down, kissing him as he slowly pushed the finger in.

The feeling was odd for sure, but Ethan definitely didn’t hate it, especially when Y/n began to slowly pump the finger in and out, curling it minutely.

The action drew muffled moans from the blonde, hand blindly reaching out to clutch Y/n’s shoulder.

The finger moved in and out of him at a teasingly slow pace, pleasure slowly starting to build up in Ethan’s stomach. He let out a low whine, pressing down into the finger as Y/n slowly eased a second on in.

The slow pace continued as Y/n stretched him, fingers curling in a teasing fashion to hit a bundle of nerves Ethan didn’t even know he had.

His toes curled as he let out a pathetic whine, head falling back against the pillows as Y/n fucked him with his fingers.

Y/n looked down at Ethan, who looked like an angel of golden hair that spread around him like a halo.

After properly stretching Ethan, he slowly pulled his fingers out, earning a displeased whine.

“It’s okay baby, you’re stretched out.” Y/n soothed, rubbing Ethan’s side as he slicked up his cock, lining the head up.

“Are you ready?” He asked quietly, brushing a piece of hair away from Ethan’s forehead. Ethan’s eyes fluttered open to look up at Y/n, cheeks flushed, and lips parted.

“Yes, please.” Ethan breathed out, lips spreading into an ‘O’ expression when Y/n slowly pressed into him, a low groan leaving his lips at the heat.

Y/n pushed in slowly, pausing every few moments to make sure Ethan was alright, hands on either side of the smaller man’s head as he finally bottomed out.

He stayed still for a few moments, kissing Ethan’s face, neck, and chest to distract him from any stretching or discomfort.

Finally, Ethan rolled his hips experimentally, letting out a moan as pleasure coursed through him.

Y/n experimentally pulled out, before thrusting back in, earning a groan from Ethan, the blondes head tipped back, legs moving to wrap around Y/n’s waist.

Y/n began to slowly thrust in and out of Ethan, kissing him as he did so. Ethan eagerly kissed back; fingers curled into Y/n’s shoulders as his thighs shook from the mind-numbing pleasure.

The two never parted, kissing, and touching each other, exploring their bodies as they made love, leaving both breathless, sounds of pleasure and skin against skin echoing the room.

Y/n was gentle with Ethan, never going to fast when he thrusted, only giving Ethan unimaginable pleasure as his body melted into the mattress.

Ethan buried his face into Y/n’s shoulder, panting hot breaths against the bare skin as Y/n held onto his hips, their moans mingling together.

Ethan’s heels dug into Y/n’s lower back as he whined loudly when Y/n hit his prostate, fireworks going off being his eyes as the bundle of nerves was repeatedly hit.

Ethan came with a mewl of pleasure, gripping onto Y/n like he was a life line, eyes rolled back. He greedily sucked Y/n in, the larger male letting out a low groan as he chased his own orgasm, cumming with a cry of Ethan’s name.

The two stayed in that position for a few moments, before Y/n pulled out, collapsing next to Ethan. His arms wrapped protectively around the blonde, pressing a kiss to his head.

“I love you so much. I’m happy I found you.” He breathed out, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I love you to Y/n.” Ethan replied tiredly, tucking his head under Y/n’s chin. He was happy he found his new family.

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Hi can I request a Tony x top male reader, Tony was bragging that he was the Dom/top of the relationship when they both know that it was the reader and so the reader got annoyed and punished Tony.

Could you include a Daddy or sir kink :))

A/n: Thank you for the request, I absolutely adore Tony so I'm really excited for this!!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Tony Stark x male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: SMUT, Sir kink, begging, Tony’s a lil shit, he gets punished because of it, cussing, spanking, jealousy, possessive behavior, safe words and consent are important

Word count: 1880

The thing about Tony Stark, was that he loved and lived off attention. He enjoyed being the center of attention, of having all eyes on him.

That didn’t change when he got a boyfriend, if anything it made him want the attention more, he loved making his boyfriend jealous. To see Y/n’s eyes narrow, feel his touch tighten on his waist, and God when they got home, he fucked Tony senseless.

It was another party, celebrating a recent Avenger’s success, loud music pumping through the large common room.

It was the perfect environment to make Y/n jealous, glancing over his shoulder to see predatory E/c eyes following his every movement as Tony moved gracefully through the crowds.

He sat comfortably at the bar, giving Natasha a playfully flirtatious smile.

“Hey Nat.” He greeted, glancing over his shoulder to see Y/n brooding, eyes trained on Tony and Natasha.

“Tony, I see you’re driving Y/n up the wall again.” The spy’s red tainted lips spread into a small smirk; eyebrow quirked.

“Mm, I love seeing how he reacts. It’s to fun to get him riled up.” He replied with a cheeky grin. Natasha laughed lightly, shaking her head.

“You sure you wanna play with fire?” She questioned, poring Tony a soda, before sliding the glass over to him.

“Please, what’s he going to do?” Tony snorted, hiding his blush by taking a swig of the soda. Natasha leaned forward on the counter.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, probably punish you.” She replied in a smooth voice, glancing at the man who was making his way through the crowds.

“Oh please, if anyone’s the top, its me.” He replied, rolling his eyes. Natasha chuckled, shaking her head in response.

A hand cupped the back of Tony’s neck, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Y/n leaned down, lips brushing against his ear.

“Oh, is that right pet?” Tony’s traitorous body reacted immediately to the name, leaning into Y/n’s touch, eyes fluttering.

Natasha moved down the bar to give the couple privacy, laughing at Tony’s misery.

“Cat got your tongue?” Y/n purred, squeezing the back of Tony’s neck a bit harder. Tony practically melted against his boyfriend’s chest, an airy sigh leaving his lips.

“Listen baby- “Y/n let out a low growl, causing Tony to swallow thickly.

“Sir, I was just joking.” Tony pathetically lied, head leaning against Y/n’s chest as a thumb brushed over the nape of his neck.

“Oh, my sweet pet, why don’t I believe you?” Y/n questioned, sending all the blood straight to Tony’s cock.

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but Y/n shushed him.

“No no, I don’t want excuses. Once this party is over, I expect you to be in our room, naked. If you’re not, then your punishment will be worse. Understood?” Y/n questioned; E/c eyes narrowed as he looked down at the quivering brunette.

Another breathy sigh left Tony’s lips, cheeks unbearably hot.

“Yes sir.” Tony replied timidly, the grounding touch on the back of his neck leaving. He whipped his head around, only to see Y/n moving through the crowds.

“Fuck.” Tony’s head thumped against the bar, Natasha coming back to taunt the poor billionaire.

The party passed as a blur, Tony’s deep brown eyes looking out for his boyfriend, who had seemingly disappeared from the celebration.

By the time the party had come to a stop, Tony was painfully hard, spending the whole night wondering what Y/n was going to do to him.

He bid the other Avengers goodnight, before heading up to his and Y/n’s shared room, immediately stripping from the nice suit he’d been wearing.

He sprawled out on the bed, waiting impatiently for Y/n to arrive. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long, the man coming in 5 minutes after Tony did.

His eyes ran over Tony’s naked body, tongue dipping out to lick his lips.

“You’ve been naughty tonight Tony, telling lies. I don’t appreciate it.” Y/n stated, loosening his tie and tossing his jacket to the side.

Tony’s throat bobbed as he looked up at his boyfriend, almost drooling at the sight of his rumpled clothes, forearms showed off in the most delicious way.

“I’m sorry sir.” Tony replied meekly, eyes casting to the duvet under him. Y/n walked forward, cupping Tony’s jaw to make the other man look up at him.

“I have to punish you baby, but first, color?” Y/n questioned, touch gentle as he brushed his thumb over Tony’s jaw.

“Green.” Tony breathed out, eyelashes fluttering when Y/n’s thumb pressed into his mouth.

“Good boy.” The larger man breathed out, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Now lean over my lap.” Y/n commanded, watching as Tony scurried to lay in his lap, ass pressed into the air.

Y/n’s fingers ran up his spine deceivingly soft as he spoke.

“I’m going to spank you 10 times. You have to count, understood?” Tony nodded quietly, getting a small tsk.

“Use your words pet.” Tony’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Yes sir.” He replied quietly, shivering as he felt Y/n’s fingers ghost over his ass, tensing minutely.

A harsh slap was delivered, causing Tony to let out a loud squeak, eyes screwing up.

“One.” He breathed out, another slap against his ass.

“Two.” It repeated, Tony’s eyes filling with tears, a mix of pleasure and pain surging through his body.

By the time he’d been spanked 10 times, Tony was quivering and whining loudly, rutting against Y/n’s lap needily.

Y/n’s finger’s ran up his spine, thumb brushing against a mole on his shoulder.

“Look at you, rutting on me like a bitch in heat.” The H/c haired man cooed, Tony curling slightly in embarrassment.

“Please sir.” Tony whined, lifting his head up to look at Y/n with red puffy eyes. Y/n gave him a toothy smile, sending a wave of need through him.

“Lay on your back.” Y/n demanded, watching with a small smirk as Tony quickly got into position, limbs quivering.

Y/n stood up, grabbing lube from the nightstand, before setting it on the bed. The larger man tugged his shirt off, dropping it before moving on to his lower half.

He stripped down, a small smirk on his lips, feeling Tony’s eyes burning holes on his back.

He turned to face Tony, a sharp grin on his lips.

“Color?” He questioned, smirking when Tony immediately replied ‘green’.

Y/n crawled over Tony, eyes wandering down his body. He leaned down, pressing their lips together in a sloppy and possessive show of power.

Y/n’s fingers ran down Tony’s chest. Immediately going to pinch and pulled on Tony’s nipples. Tony moaned lewdly against Y/n’s lips, chest pressing forward into the touch.

Tony pulled away, head tipping against the pillows as he let out low moans, eyes screwed up. Y/n dragged his teeth against Tony’s jaw, lips and teeth sucking marks into his skin.

Tony’s fingers grasped pathetically at Y/n’s shoulders, needy moans leaving his lips as he begged quietly.

Y/n chuckled quietly against Tony’s heated skin, teeth dragging down Tony’s chest. His lips wrapped around one of Tony’s nipples, teeth digging into the sensitive bud before sucking and licking it soothingly.

He repeated the process for the other nipple before his lips continued down Tony’s body.

Tony’s fingers grasped at Y/n’s hair, back arching off the bed as Y/n ran his tongue over his painfully hard cock.

He let out a cry of pleasure, thighs squeezing Y/n’s head.

“Please sir, I need it so bad.” Tony babbled uselessly, body shaking as his eyes rolled back.

Y/n huffed out a hot breath against Tony’s thigh, sending pleasure through his body.

Y/n grabbed the lube, uncapping it and squirt a good amount on his fingers. He ran his index finger over Tony’s puckered muscle teasingly, before pressing the finger in.

Tony let out a low moan feeling the crooked finger press into him, eyes fluttering as his hole greedily tried to suck the finger in.

His legs quivered as Y/n began to pump the finger in and out, watching as Tony’s face twisted in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling from his lips.

Tony pressed down into the finger, head tipped back with pleasure.

“Please sir, I need more.” He whined out, forcing his eyes open to look down at Y/n, moaning at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend.

Y/n’s teeth dug into Tony’s thigh as he pressed another finger into Tony, a low growl leaving his lips as his fingers worked Tony open.

Tony was a wreck as he was worked open, the third finger sending sparks of pleasure through his entire being as he cried out loudly, whimpering and begging incoherently.

Finally, Y/n relented, pulling his fingers out, leaving Tony feeling incredibly empty. He cracked his dark brown eyes open, watching as Y/n coated his cock with the lube.

Y/n towered over Tony as he pressed the head of his cock teasingly against Tony’s hole. Tony whimpered, pressing down with a breathy whine.

Y/n leaned down, connecting their lips as he pressed the head of his cock into Tony, smoothly pressing into his hole.

Tony quivered as he felt Y/n slide into him, his hands grasping at Y/n’s shoulders as the man bottomed out.

Y/n slowly pulled out, before thrusting back in, setting a brutal pace that made Tony melt into the sheets as he cried out loudly, silently proud of himself for soundproofing the room.

Tony’s nails dug into Y/n’s shoulders as he was fucked into the mattress, his legs coming to shakily wrap around Y/n’s waist.

“Fuck it feels so good.” Tony mewled, back arching up as Y/n hit his prostate, a cry leaving his lips, nails digging deeper into Y/n’s skin.

Each thrust made his brain melt, his body all but mush against the bed. Incoherent begs spilled from his lips as Y/n brought his hand down to jerk Tony off.

The smaller man was cumming before he could even think about it, eyes rolled back as he screamed Y/n’s name.

Y/n didn’t stop thrusting, if anything he went faster, spurred on by his boyfriends’ pleasure as he chased his own release.

Tony whimpered and whined, bordering on overstimulation as Y/n came, filling him up deliciously, making his toes curl.

“Thank you, thank you.” Tony repeated deliriously, body melting into the mattress as Y/n pulled out.

Y/n smiled softly, brushing a piece of hair behind Tony’s ear. The larger man’s breath fell out in short spurts of exhaustion, cheeks bright red.

“What do you need baby?” The man questioned; voice incredibly soft.

“Cuddles, please.” Tony mumbled softly, curling into his boyfriend’s chest as Y/n wrapped his arms protectively around Tony.

Y/n pressed gentle kisses to Tony’s head, a smile on his lips.

“I love you sweetheart.” Y/n mumbled into his hair, receiving no reply. Tony was already fast asleep, face buried into his chest.

Y/n smirked and closed his eyes with a small sigh. That was one hell of a way to end a party.

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Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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requests

Hey Boyo's, My requests are back open, I just wanted to let you guys know :)

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I just finished watching RE:Village (yes, i don't think i can play it) and seeing ethan dead is just, sad. I don't know if it's okay with you but i will just let you know first and feel free to drop it if it's not good.

So ethan not dead but saved by mreader which is also mutant that has regeneration ability like ethan but he can use his blood (and also cum :p) to heal other mutant. When ethan first wake up, reader explaining everything and also how he saved him making him frantic and leaving reader to find a way back to his family. But partway his body drop and reader told him that the side effects is that he occasionally need reader fluid and also because he's not fully healed, he need more treatment. At first ethan only used reader blood, but feeling it's too slow he asked for reader other fluid. Reader not sure at first, but because ethan the one that wants it so reader give it to him. Oral and anal 😏. I kinda imagine their relationship as give and take at first, but spending more time with reader and how sincere he is make ethan start to love reader. Ethan already realised he can't go back to his old life when he first wake up, it's kinda like errr false hope? when he tried to runaway.

Sorry it's too long. Btw thanks for making this blog *hug*

Honestly I tried writing this like 6 different times and I just couldn’t write it in a way that I felt was either good enough to post or faithful to the request, so I’m gonna have to deny this request, but I’m opening requests again so if you want to request something else, feel free! I’m so sorry for the inconvenience!

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Thank you so much for writing my previous request, I absolutely loved it! 🥰

I'm so excited for your new content that I can't help but want to request more! Haha if you don't mind, can I request another top!Peter Parker & bottom!Male Reader smut? I was thinking about Peter using the Spider-Man suit and reader also using a hero suit and they fuck on the rooftop of a tall building in NYC late at night... Maybe they're just chilling there looking down at the city streets and then they start making out and things happen...

A/n: Thank you for the request! This is a shorter one because I feel like they'd definitely have to rush.

@averyfromzero

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: SMUT, all characters are 18+, cussing, slight public sex (But they can’t be seen), mentions of patrol/crime, established relationship

Word count: 1006

Going on patrol was normal for Y/n at this point. The two teenage superheroes worked well together, and they were dating so getting to spend more time together? It was a given.

Usually patrol was all business, with little personal talk between the two unless they were having a lull in crime. Tonight, had been one of those nights where there haven’t been any issues for about an hour, the two heroes now sitting on a rooftop, Y/n curled against Peter’s chest.

“No, I’m just sayin Pete, you’d think the crime rates would go down, not up when fucking spider and flying dudes now protect the streets.” The boy huffed out, looking up at the bug-eyed superhero, who made a sound in his throat.

“Maybe they’d think it’d be cool to fight a superhero?” He offered, fingers running up and down Y/n’s spine soothingly.

Y/n took a moment to think, before shrugging in agreement.

“Fair enough, stupid as shit, but fair enough.” He replied, jumping slightly when Peter playfully pinched his ass.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?” Y/n questioned, raising an eyebrow unbeknownst to his boyfriend.

Peter gave a cheeky smile, noticeable since his mask was rolled up to his nose.

“Okay, so hear me out.” Peter sat up, holding his hands out in a playful defense.

“I’m listening.” Y/n replied in a flat tone, the slight quirk of the corner of his lips giving away the fact that he found it endearing.

“So, patrols been super slow tonight.”

“It has.”

“And I have this fantasy.”

“Continue.”

“Let’s fuck in our suits.”

“On the rooftop?” Y/n questioned his boyfriend.

“On the rooftop.” Peter confirmed, grin still spread across his lips. Y/n tipped his head to the side thoughtfully, before shrugging.

“Sure, fuck it. Why not?” Peter let out a happy growl, pulling his boyfriend onto his lap, hands resting possessively on Y/n’s ass.

“Mm this is why I love you.” Peter teased, leaning up to kiss the H/c haired boy. Y/n grinned against Peter’s lips, arms wrapping around the boy’s neck.

“You love me because you’re a fuckin wreck without me.” Y/n murmured against Peter’s lips, getting a hum of agreement from the doe eyed boy.

Peter nibbled on Y/n’s bottom lip, causing the other boy to part them, granting him access. Peter slid his tongue into his mouth, easily winning dominance when Y/n fought him for it.

He pulled away, a string of spit trailed between them. A smirk played on the boy’s lips as he leaned down, teeth digging into Y/n’s neck, earning a pathetically needy cry from the other boy.

Peter was already painfully hard, just from hearing Y/n’s delicious sounds. He lapped at the bruising mark on the smaller boy’s neck, finger’s digging into his ass.

Y/n clicked the button on his suit that loosened the fabric, enough to where he could slip his lower half out, prompting Peter to simply whip his dick out.

“Do you need to be stretched?” He asked softly, finger’s running up the other boy’s spine.

“No, still pretty loose from this morning.” Y/n replied with a grin, causing Peter to snort softly. He kissed the E/c eyed boy once more, this time softer with the exchange.

“Let me know if I hurt you, yeah?” Peter breathed out, eyes fluttering under his mask.

“Of course, Petey.” Y/n replied softly, kicking off his underwear. Y/n sat comfortably in Peter’s lap, grabbing the other boy’s cock and lining it up to his entrance.

He slowly sunk down, letting out light breathy sounds that made all the blood leave Peter’s brain. His fingers curled into Y/n’s waist, stabilizing his boyfriend as he let out a low groan.

Y/n placed his hands on Peter’s chest, causing the boy to fall back with a small huff, eyes now looking up at the sky scattered with millions of stars.

Y/n let out a small whimper once he was fully seated on Peter, shifting his hips back and forth as he clenched around Peter’s length.

“Fuck… Pete.” Y/n breathed out, eyes screwing shut as he rolled his hips, a moan leaving his lips at the friction.

The smaller man began to roll his hips, slowly raising himself off of Peter, only to drop back down to be filled once more.

Peter watched, entranced as his boyfriend rode him. This wasn’t the first nor the last time Peter would feel like the luckiest man alive, getting to see such an ethereal being, being able to call the ethereal being his boyfriend.

Y/n’s back arched as Peter rubbed against his prostate, toes curling as he began to bounce a bit faster on his length.

Praises fell from the smaller mans lips, eyes rolled back and lips parted as words and moans alike were strewn together incoherently.

Peter’s stomach tightened, causing him to cup the back of Y/n’s head and kiss him feverishly as Y/n fucked himself on Peter.

Y/n came first with a weak and pathetic whimper, his thighs shaking violently as he continued to roll his hips, babbling nonsense.

Peter let out a low growl when he felt Y/n clench around him, one hand moving to grip the concrete, which cracked under his grip as he came with a low groan of pleasure, eyes rolled back.

The two teens panted heavily, Y/n leaning on Peter for support. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but a laugh leaving his lips instead when he heard police sirens.

“The duty calls babe.” He said with a sigh, watching Y/n quickly get dressed on shaky legs. The smaller man leaned up, kissing Peter softly.

“Love you spidey!” He called over his shoulder, diving off the roof, leaving Peter to follow.

“I love you too.” He breathed out, watching his boyfriend with fond eyes, before quickly following after.

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Hi, could i request some Top!Cedric Diggory x half veela!male reader where they have a casual hook up during a party? And they maybe develop some feelings for each other after the hook up.

A/n: I'm basing this off of the Goblet of fire since Veela's are primarily French derived and I'd see Y/n being from Beauxbatons. Also I felt like it would be the goofy, loving sex instead of hot and passionate.

Also, sorry I've taken so long to post, I've been having some mental health issues and just haven't had the motivation to write, but hopefully I'll be back to writing every day!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/n: House name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: SMUT, all characters are 18+, hooking up, partying, underage drinking, porn with feelings, cussing, goofy/loving sex, rimming

Word count: 2190

Cedric Diggory was the golden boy of Hogwarts, the true champion. A seventh year Hufflepuff who wanted to bring light to the underappreciated house and make his father proud.

Y/n L/n was a H/n from Beauxbatons, a rebel of his family who had never fit into the standards of anyone around him. The part Veela beat to his own drum and just wanted to make the most of life before it was inevitably over.

The two were like the sun and moon, never meant to truly be together, but for one day every once and awhile they would cross paths and it would create something beautiful.

That was what tonight was, it was a celebration of the second task being finished, loud music playing over the loud crowds as masses of sweaty bodies mashed together.

The stench of alcohol tinged the air, causing the Veela’s nose to twist slightly at the sickly smell. He took another sip of his bitter ale, swallowing back the disgust in his throat as his eyes landed on the golden boy.

A smirk played on his lips, making his way through the crowd of teenage bodies, his eyes never leaving Cedric’s form. Soon he was standing in front of the boy, looking up into his green eyes.

“How’re you liking the party?” His French accent wasn’t as thick as other students from Beauxbatons, but still added a beautiful lilt to his voice.

“There’s a lot more people here than I expected.” Cedric called over the loud music, his eyes scanning over the foreign boy’s face. They’d talked on a few different occasions, and Cedric had to admit that he found the other man rather enticing.

“Well, you and Harry did amazing on the second task.” The French boy replied, tipping his head to the side with a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess I just wasn’t expecting a celebration this big, or loud.” Cedric replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he took another swig of his drink. His nose scrunched up at the taste, causing the other boy to let out a pleasant laugh.

“You Brit’s have disgusting alcohol, no offence. I just prefer wine.” Cedric grinned down at the other man, leaning comfortably against the wall.

“You’re absolutely correct, but it’s a school party, so we have the cheapest shit possible.” Y/n gave him a grin that made his stomach tighten, cheeks flushing a light pink.

The Veela looked up at Cedric from under his eyelashes, hand ghosting down the other boy’s arm.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” He offered, causing the sandy haired boy to swallow thickly.

“Yeah sure.” He breathed out, taking the other’s hand, leading him out of the Gryffindor dorms. He led him towards the Hufflepuff dorms, rubbing the pear before entering the abandoned common room.

Y/n looked around curiously, his E/c eyes sparkling with curiosity as his finger’s ran over the bookcases and planters sprinkled around the area.

“It’s so peaceful in here.” The boy breathed out, looking at Cedric from over his shoulder. The other boy smiled softly, nodding in agreement.

“It’s my favorite place in the castle honestly.” He replied, walking up behind the other man. Y/n leaned against his chest, causing his arms to go around the smaller male’s waist.

“Why don’t we go up to my dorm?” Cedric murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over the shell of Y/n’s ear, earning a small shiver in response.

“Lead the way, Diggory.” The boy breathed out, shivering from the loss of warmth when Cedric pulled away. The man grabbed Y/n’s hand and lead him up the stairs and to his dorm, which thankfully he had to himself.

Y/n observed the room for a moment, before turning to face the other man. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Cedric’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss.

The other boy immediately replied, hands grabbing Y/n’s waist to pull him closer. He nibbled on Y/n’s bottom lip as the smaller boy tangled his fingers into his hair, letting out breathy sounds against his lips.

Cedric backed Y/n against the bed, causing the boy to tumble back into it with a small cry of surprise. Cedric let out a laugh, causing giggles to rise in Y/n’s throat as he looked up at the other boy.

“Are you gonna keep me waiting?” He asked between giggles, holding his hands out for the other boy. Cedric shrugged off his jacket, before crawling between the other boy’s legs.

Cedric took the other’s hands, cradling them against his chest for a moment, before leaning down to connect their lips once more.

Y/n let out a low sigh, finger’s curling into Cedric’s palm as they kissed. The honey blonde boy pulled away to press kisses to Y/n’s jaw, sloppily trailing kisses down the side of his neck, teeth and lips marking the skin as if he owned it.

Cedric freed Y/n’s hands so his own could trail up the boy’s sides, fingers slipping under his shirt.

Y/n shivered at the feeling, feeling Cedric’s callous fingers brushing over the smooth planes of his stomach. His stomach muscles fluttered under the delicate touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips as his head fell back against the mattress.

Cedric’s fingers expertly undid the buttons of his shirt, Y/n sitting up so he could shrug off the offensive fabric.

The green-eyed boy had to take a second, drinking in the sight of Y/n in front of him. His fingers trailed up the boy’s stomach, pupils blown with lust.

“Bloody hell.” He breathed out, leaning down to run his lips from Y/n’s neck down to his peck. His tongue dipped out to lick over the sensitive skin, earning a small whine from Y/n.

The H/c haired boy, shifted to lean against the pillows, entranced at the sight of Cedric licking and kissing any inch of skin he could. Soft mewls and whines fell from his lips as the pleasure coursed through his body, finger’s lightly digging into Cedric’s clothed shoulder.

“Shirt, off.” Y/n breathed out, eyes fluttering at Cedric ran his tongue over his nipple, chest arching up into the touch.

The boy smirked against his skin, glancing up at him.

“Demanding, are we?” Cedric questioned; eyebrow raised playfully.

“Take it off, or I rip it off.” Y/n replied with a cheeky smile, bringing his hand down to run through Cedric’s messy curls.

The boy let out a laugh, sitting up to tug his shirt off, tossing it to the side carelessly as he quickly dived back down into his work.

Y/n’s finger’s ran greedily over every inch of skin he could touch, marking out the freckles and moles that spread across Cedric’s body like a solar system.

Y/n lifted his hips up when Cedric’s fingers messed with the waistband of his pants, looking up for consent. Cedric tugged his trousers’ down without a second thought, tossing them to the edge of the bed as he admired the bulge tenting in Y/n’s boxers.

“We can stop whenever you want.” Cedric assured, not wanting to continue without saying it. Y/n lightly cupped the other boy’s jaw, giving him a small smile.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I more than want this.” He replied, thumb brushing over a mole right under his ear.

Cedric turned his head to kiss the other boy’s palm, before he pulled Y/n’s boxer’s off, letting out a sinful moan when his eyes landed on Y/n’s cock.

“And here I was thinking you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.” The boy sighed, lips trailing over Y/n’s hip and pelvis, causing the boy to buck up involuntarily.

The Hufflepuff’s lips ran over the blemished skin of the other’s thighs, sucking greedily at the skin, leaving marks in his wake.

Y/n let out soft moans and whines, finger’s curling into Cedric’s hair, finger’s curling into his curls. The other boy was only encouraged by this, finger’s gently curling into Y/n’s hips to keep him still as he marked his thighs and stomach.

“Can you flip over?” He asked softly, looking up at Y/n curiously. The boy complied in record time, flipping over before Cedric had even let him go.

He let out a gentle laugh, running his hands down the other mans back as he pressed a kiss to his lower spine.

“Mm someone’s excited.” He teased lightly, earning a playful glare Y/n threw over his shoulder. Cedric got back to work, kissing, and sucking on any skin in sight, watching as Y/n clutched the mattress with low whines and shivers.

Finally, his tongue ran over the puckered muscle, causing Y/n to let out a high-pitched keen, practically melting into the mattress, much to Cedric’s arousal and amusement.

His tongue ran over the muscle repeatedly, delving in minutely every few licks, always hyper aware of Y/n’s sounds and body language. Much to Cedric’s relief the boy was more than enjoying himself, quivering and whining beneath him, pathetic pleas leaving his lips.

How could Cedric deny such a beautiful request?

Y/n pressed back when he felt Cedric disappear, turning to look, only to hear a cap opening, and a cold liquid dripping on his hole. He shivered and whined once more, pushing his ass towards the other man.

A sigh of relief left his lips when he felt a finger push into him, easily working his loose muscle open, a second one being added soon after, Y/n’s fingers curled into the mattress, face buried into the pillows to muffle all the embarrassing sounds he was making.

“Fuck, Cedric please!” Y/n cried out, feeling Cedric’s finger’s brush against his prostate, making his body sing with pleasure. He didn’t even process the gentle laugh and kiss pressed to his shoulder until the fingers were gone, making him huff unhappily.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here.” Cedric soothed, rubbing his hand up and down the smaller boy’s back as he lubricated his cock.

He lined the head of his cock up to the muscle, letting out a low groan as Y/n practically sucked him in.

Y/n pressed back against Cedric needily, feeling him inch into his hole teasingly slow.

“Please Ced.” Y/n whined, eyes screwed up, lips parted as breathy moans left his lips. Cedric seemingly couldn’t deny his request as the other thrusted the rest of the way in with one smooth thrust, causing Y/n to cry out loudly, arms giving out under him.

“yes, yes, yes” Y/n rambled stupidly, eyes fluttering as Cedric began to pull out, only to thrust back into the smaller man.

He set a delicious pace, rubbing against his prostate just right, making him feel like he could melt.

Y/n clenched around Cedric as the other boy thrusted in and out of him, relaxing into the mattress as the other boy praised him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and neck.

Y/n let out pathetic moans and whimpers, trying to keep his knees steady as Cedric fucked him in the most perfect way, making his brain and body feel like mush as pleasure ran through him.

“Fuck, Cedric just like that.” Y/n whimpered when the other man hit his prostate just right, his thighs shaking violently, causing Cedric to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him up right.

Cedric continued to thrust and hit that spot just right, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as he cried out Cedric’s name, nails clawing into the mattress as he came.

He clenched around Cedric, enticing the boy to come as well. It didn’t take Cedric much longer to come with a low groan, biting into Y/n’s neck.

The smaller boy mewled as the warmth filled him, bordering on overstimulation as Cedric thrusted through his orgasm. Slowly his thrusts died down, and he gently pulled out, flopping down beside Y/n with a huff, pulling the smaller boy against his chest.

“Merlin’s beard that was amazing.” Y/n breathed out tiredly, eyes fluttering as he rolled onto his side, resting his head on the other boy’s chest.

Cedric brushed his sweat matted H/c hair away from his forehead, leaning down to peck it.

“It was perfect.” He replied gently, fingers running up and down the other man’s side. The two teens were silent for a moment, before Cedric spoke again.

“Do you want to go on a date this weekend?” He questioned almost shyly, looking down at the other boy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Y/n grinned stupidly, leaning up to peck Cedric’s lips softly.

“I’d love to.” He replied, before nuzzling back up to the Hufflepuff. His E/c eyes fluttered shut, allowing sleep to consume him.

Cedric stayed awake a bit longer, just admitting Y/n, a soft smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t wait to win the games and celebrate with Y/n. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep, holding the boy close to his chest, unaware of the approaching war.

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Hi! Could I request a Ron Weasley x Bottom Male!Reader smut where they’re in an established relationship and out of Hogwarts and maybe living together, and like Ron is so in love with reader and they have super sweet sexy time with subby bottom reader calling Ron daddy and just like really loving and sweet with aftercare. If not that’s totally fine!! Really excited about this blog though!! 🦕

A/n: MAH BOI RON DESERVES MORE LOVE THANK YOU S/M. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying the blog!!!

Plot: Requested

Paring: Ron Weasley x male reader

Y/n: Your name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

H/h: Hogwarts house

Warnings: SMUT, all characters are 18+, Daddy kink, sweet/loving sex, aftercare, fluff, kissing, cussing, mentions of war and death

Word count: 2150

Y/n was never sure how he had bagged Ronald Weasley as a partner, remembering all the way back in their fourth year of Hogwarts when they’d gone to the Yule ball together.

Y/n had been in H/h and Ron had been in Gryffindor, on different schedules, but always making time for each other.

During 7th year when Ron, Hermione and Harry had disappeared he had been terrified for his boyfriend, scared shitless about the idea of Ron being dead.

Then the battle of Hogwarts happened, they’d won, but lost many friends and family along the way. They’d lost parts of themselves during the war, yet they sought comfort in each other.

5 years had passed since the war, and society had mostly recovered from it, the dead were still honored, and they would never forget, but they had been able to move forward.

One of the ways Y/n and Ron moved forward was designated date night, there were no excuses (Other than work, being sick or other things of importance) that could cancel the night, but for the first time in a while the couple didn’t wish to go out.

Ron had simply ordered take out and the two had lazed about on the couch, Y/n curled against Ron’s chest as they watched some cheesy movie he didn’t focus on.

Instead, his focus was on the man he was currently spread across, feeling the pads of Ron’s fingers running up and down his spine repeatedly.

The heat from the red head’s hand sent tingles of warmth through Y/n’s body, causing him to push back into his hand with a small huff.

Ron looked down, eyebrow quirked at his lover, a playful smile spread across his lips.

“Are you alright there, darling?” He questioned, brushing his thumb across the smaller man’s jaw soothingly.

Y/n hummed and turned his head, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Yeah, just want you.” He replied bluntly, causing his boyfriend to let out an unattractive (Though he found it rather adorable) snort.

“Mm, rather forward tonight, aren’t you?” He questioned, leaning down to press his lips teasingly close to Y/n’s, drawing a displeased sound from him.

“Kiss me you bloody buffoon.” Y/n huffed out, looking up at his lover from under his eyelashes, causing the red head to relent and press their lips together.

The kiss was gentle yet passionate as Ron brought his hand up to cradle the back of Y/n’s head, holding the other male in place as he lightly nipped at his bottom lip.

Y/n opened his mouth obediently, Ron’s tongue delving in to search the now familiar area. Y/n brought his hands up, tangling them into Ron’s messy hair, pulling him closer as he shifted to straddle his lap.

The kiss quickly heated up into something more as Ron ran his free hand down, cupping Y/n’s ass firmly, causing the H/c haired man to let out a groan against his lips, pushing down into his hand.

The red head pulled away, hooded eyes staring at Y/n lovingly as he kissed the other man’s jaw softly.

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.” Y/n confirmed, letting out a small yelp as Ron picked him up, holding his ass. Y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck tightly, giving his hair a sharp tug.

“You know I hate that.” He lightly scolded, causing Ron to shoot him an apologetic look.

“Sorry darling.” He leaned up to kiss Y/n’s jaw, momentarily distracting the man as his head tipped to the side with a low sigh, shivering as Ron’s lips ran over the smooth skin.

The larger man carried Y/n off to their shared bedroom, thankfully they lived in a one-story home, so they didn’t need to worry about any stairs.

The red head set his lover down on the fluffy mattress, admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he sat up on his elbows.

Y/n looked up at Ron with a loving look, sitting himself up so he could tug his sweater off. He tossed the fabric to the side, eyes never leaving his lover.

He watched as Ron’s blue eyes trailed down his body, stopping at a patching of scars that spread across his side.

The larger man came forward, the tips of his fingers running over the patchy skin.

“I love you.” Ron said quietly, like it was a secret only to be shared between them. Y/n placed his hand on Ron’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath his palm.

“I love you too, Ron.” Y/n replied in the same voice, leaning up to press their lips together in a much softer kiss than any of the ones before.

The two had many moments like these, where they’d see each other’s scars and remember they almost lost each other, it only reinforced the love they shared.

Ron’s fingers danced across Y/n’s skin delicately, feeling every small mark and blemish, every perfection in his eyes. One hand pushed Y/n back while the other steadied him on the mattress so he wouldn’t fall on his lover.

He pulled away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at Y/n’s face, before leaning down to press kisses across his jaw and neck. His teeth lightly scraped against the skin, but never dared to bite in.

Y/n’s heart was pounding as soft sounds left his lips, his hands running up Ron’s clothed back, before slipping under the hoodie to feel the never-ending pale skin covered in freckles.

Ron only pulled back for a second to gracefully take his hoodie off in one move, throwing it to the side as Y/n stared up at his beautiful scar marred body like he was a God amongst men.

Y/n ran his fingers up Ron’s stomach, feeling the muscles tense under his fingertips, a small smirk spreading across his lips.

“I’m not the only needy one.” He teased his boyfriend, earning an eyeroll from Ron.

“Oh, shush it.” He replied, leaning down to press a kiss to his shoulder before his head moved lower. His lips explored Y/n’s chest, kissing, and licking the sensitive skin with expertise as he brought a hand up to tweak Y/n’s nipple.

The said man gasped and writhed under Ron, his E/c eyes screwed shut and his chest arched up into Ron’s touch. His finger’s dug into the red head’s shoulder, falling apart under Ron’s experienced touch.

Y/n lifted his hips happily when Ron tugged at his sweats, feeling his boxers come down with his trousers. A flush spread across his skin, never getting used to the vulnerability of being naked in front of someone.

Ron ran his fingers over Y/n’s inner thighs, watching as the muscles tensed under his touch with a pleased look.

The larger man leaned over to their bed side, grabbing the bottle of lube he always kept on hand. The wizard coated a finger generously, before looking down at his lover.

“Are you ready, love?” He questioned, his other hand soothingly rubbing his side. Y/n nodded, opening his hypnotizing E/c eyes to look up at Ron.

“I’m ready.” He assured Ron with a smile, pressing his hips down against Ron’s touch.

Y/n shivered as he felt the pad of Ron’s finger run over his hole, slicking it up before slowly pushing a finger in. It didn’t burn anymore, his body now used to the intrusion.

The smaller male let out a low moan as he felt Ron begin to slowly push his finger in and out, slowly stretching him out and prepping him.

Y/n pressed down into Ron’s hand, pants leaving his mouth as his eyes screwed up, head tipping back against the pillow.

Ron soon added a second finger, curling and scissoring his fingers, pride spreading through his chest when Y/n’s back arched off the bed with a loud cry of pleasure as Ron’s fingers brushed over his prostate.

He continued to finger the smaller man until he felt like he was ready to take him, pulling his fingers out. Y/n let out a low whine, eyes cracking open to look up at Ron.

“Oi, why you stopping?” The man breathed out, a pout on his lips. Ron chuckled lowly, brushing his thumb over Y/n’s bottom lip.

“Would you rather me finger you or fuck you?” Ron questioned, causing the pout to quickly disappear from his lover’s face.

“Never mind, continue.” As Ron rubbed lube across his cock, Y/n spoke up once more, albeit much shyer this time.

“Can I ride you tonight?” Ron let out a low groan at the very idea, his hand running up Y/n’s side.

“Of course, love.” Ron replied, flopping onto his back, and situating himself so he was comfortable.

His hands rested on Y/n’s hips to steady him as the H/c haired man straddled him, grabbing Ron’s cock, and lining it up.

He slid down with ease, a high keen leaving his lips as his hole clenched around Ron. His hands rested on Ron’s sun kissed chest, steadying himself as he took a moment to adjust.

Ron could only stare up at his lover with pure adoration in his eyes, his heart swelling as he watched Y/n’s every movement.

He would forever be thankful for the fates crossing their paths and throwing them together. All the pain he had ever gone through was well worth it to see Y/n every morning when he woke up.

Y/n slowly lifted his hips, before dropping them down again, moans spilling from his lips as he repeated the movements.

The physical pleasure of sex was wonderful yes, but Y/n loved how close it made him feel to Ron, to truly be filled by the man he loved more than anything.

Y/n continued to roll and bounce his hips, a soft ‘daddy’ spilling from his lips on accident, causing Ron to buck his hips up to meet Y/n, the two letting out sounds of pleasure that mixed.

Ron ran his hands up Y/n’s sides, fingers landing on his nipples and beginning to pinch the hard buds.

“You’re so good for daddy.” The man cooed out, it wasn’t a kink they explored often, but when they did, it gave Ron a delicious power high that he’d never take advantage of.

“Bloody hell you look gorgeous.” Ron leaned up, using one of his hands to keep them stable as he pressed a kiss against Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n wrapped his arms around Ron’s neck, burying his face into the other man’s shoulder with a moan of pleasure as Ron bucked his hips up once more.

His fingers curled into Ron’s hair, tugging on the ginger locks as Ron sucked bruises into the smaller man’s skin.

“Fuck, daddy please.” Y/n whined out, his back arching into the other man as Ron met his rolling with a thrust, his eyes rolling back with pleasure minutely.

“Do you want to cum love?” Ron questioned, looking up at his lover with blown pupils, lips attaching to any skin they could reach, high on the beautiful sound’s Y/n was making.

“Y-yes!” He squeaked, tugging rather harshly on Ron’s hair as he hit that sweet spot inside him that made his toes curl.

Ron leaned up, lips brushing against Y/n’s ear lobe.

“Cum for daddy.” He purred, watched as Y/n cried out his name like a prayer, swears leaving his lips as he came.

Ron followed soon after, Y/n clenching around him deliciously, kissing the other man and praising him through their highs.

Once they’d both come down, Ron delicately picked Y/n up, placing him on the bed.

“I’m going to run us a bath darling.” Ron spoke softly, running his fingers through Y/n’s H/c hair.

Y/n made a sound of agreement, leaning into his lover’s touch. Ron pressed a kiss to his temple before heading to the bathroom. He started the bath, making sure to add Y/n’s favorite soaps and smells to help him relax.

Ron was only gone for a few moments, returning quickly to find a very sleepy Y/n waiting for him. The man didn’t speak, only held out his arms for Ron.

The man chuckled lightly, picking up Y/n with ease as he headed towards the bathroom, setting Y/n in the bath carefully before climbing in behind him.

Y/n melted against Ron’s chest, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“I love you, Ronnie.” Y/n spoke softly, entangling their fingers and holding their hands against his chest.

“I love you too Y/n, more than anything.” Ron leaned down, pressing a kiss to his head before nosing his hair quietly.

The world was a scary place, but they were all learning to move on, and Ron was happy he was able to move on with Y/n by his side.

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Can I request a bucky barnes x bottom!male/masc reader?

Maybe one where bucky kinda doesnt like the reader but sorta has a crush on them anyway

(he probably doesnt know what to do with his emotions poor boy :( )

Anyways maybe theyre in a argument and reader is kinda snarky

and bucky is like

you know what thats it lets kiss

so he slams him into the wall w a kiss

or whatever

and maybe something happens

or smth 😳

A/n: The person who sent in this request also requested neck kisses and bites, so who would deny such a thing? Not I. Sorry it’s shorter but I feel like Y/n a boss as bitch who gonna make Bucky work for it. 

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, arguing, cussing, hate/confused emotions foreplay? blow jobs, neck biting/marking, Bucky needs a hug man, kinda open ended about their relationship Word count: 1278

A known fact about Bucky Barnes was he the fact he was shit at emotions, which was to be expected after being in the hands of a terrorist organization for 70 years, but the fact still stood.

He was horrible with his emotions, rarely liked anyone, let alone got close to them, and preferred to be left to his solitude.

Other than Steve and Sam (Who was kinda his friend? Even Bucky wasn’t sure where they stood.)

There was only one other person who bothered the previous assassin, and that was Y/n L/n. A friend of Sam’s from the army who annoyed Bucky more than anyone he’d ever met.

He was loud, crude, snarky and just loved to piss the brunette off like it was some joke. He’d joined the team not long after Bucky had, and since then the two had been at each other’s throats.

All while Bucky despised the bastard, he had some rather… conflicting feelings for him. He’d brought them up to his best friend, who had only laughed and clasped his shoulder with a simple ‘that means you like him, Buck.’

Bucky had proceeded not to leave his room for three days, Steve called it an overreaction.

He avoided Y/n more after that, but every time he saw the H/c haired man he noticed new disturbing details. Like how his eyes seemed to shine when he laughed, and how his nose crinkled adorably when he tasted something he didn’t like.

Bucky hated it just as much as he hated the man his thoughts were constantly revolving around. He’d done relatively well at avoiding Y/n, leaving the room when he entered, avoiding missions he was on if he could, hell he even changed his training schedule do he wouldn’t have to face the man.

Yet here he was, faced by Y/n in the communal area at 3 in the god damn morning, his E/c eyes full of fury and determination as he cornered the former assassin.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He questioned without hesitation, staring up at Bucky with furrowed eyebrows.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” Bucky internally cringed at the horrible lie, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck.

Y/n rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m not a damn idiot Barnes, I know when someone’s been ignoring me.” He replied smoothly, and damn it Bucky wished he could just jump through the window, but he’s still on thin ice with Tony for the last one.

Bucky opened his mouth to defend himself but was interrupted by the H/c haired menace.

“Listen I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to be a pussy and hide every time I’m around.” His voice and words sparked irritation in Bucky, making his eyebrows furrow.

God, he wished Y/n would just shut his mouth for once. Before the soldier was even aware of his movements, he had the other man pinned against the wall, hands on either side of his head.

“Shut up.” Bucky grunted, before closing the gap between them and smashing their lips together. He heard Y/n make a minute sound before his hands came to slide up to rest on Bucky’s upper sides.

The white wolf dug his teeth into the smaller man’s bottom lip, tugging on it before his tongue delved into the other man’s mouth with a low growl. His lips Pulled away to brush down his jaw, biting sharply into the skin, before soothing the mark with a soft kiss.

A small keen left Y/n’s lips before he reluctantly pulled away, chest heaving as he breathed, looking up at Bucky with blown pupils.

“What happened to hating me?” He questioned; a snarky smile spread across his lips. Bucky let out a groan, rolling his eyes.

Bucky pressed his hand to Y/n’s shoulder and the man fell to his knees in beautiful submission, making the large man almost drool over the sight.

“Use your mouth for something good” Bucky rumbled out, his hand running soothingly through the man’s H/c locks.

Y/n’s E/c eyes glimmered with mischief as he licked his lips, Bucky’s eyes following the movement.

“You don’t like my smart mouth?” Y/n questioned, head cocking to the side in feigned innocence. Bucky bit back a sneer, tugging on his hair harshly.

“I’d rather you suck me off than be a smart ass.” He replied shortly, scowling down at the grinning man.

Y/n did a mock salute, before his hands began to run up Bucky’s calves, fingers tauntingly light in pressure.

His finger’s ghosted over the prominent bulge in Bucky’s pants, causing the dark-haired man to exhale loudly. Y/n glanced up, beaming with pride, which only caused another sharp tug at his hair.

His fingers expertly undid the buttons and pulled his trousers and boxers down in one motion, Bucky letting out a low hiss at the freedom his hard cock now had.

He glanced down to Y/n, (Who looked heavenly on his knees) smirking to himself at the way the H/c haired man licked his lips as his eyes trailed over his throbbing cock.

“Well doll, you gonna get to work?” Bucky lightly mocked, grip softening on his hair to show his playful intentions. His sharp blue eyes watched as Y/n squirmed under his gaze and at the pet name, soft pants leaving his lips.

Y/n leaned forward, his lips peppering kisses from the underside of his cock to the tip, his tongue poking out to give a small kitten lick to the slit. He whined in the back of his throat, eyes fluttering as he wrapped his lips around Bucky.

The man used his mouth skillfully, tongue running up the vein as he bobbed his head rhythmically.

Bucky let out low groans, his head tipping back with a thump against the wall. His fingers curled into Y/n’s scalp, only seeming to spur him on.

Bucky knew damn well he was going to have a hard time seeing Y/n the same after this, but he was also one stubborn bastard and was adamantly telling himself this was hate fucking. (It wasn’t.)

His silver eyes fluttered as soft pants left his lips, hips bucking forward when Y/n brought his hand up to cup his balls.

Bucky forced his eyes to open as he looked down at the man on his knees, a pathetic grunt leaving his lips at the sight.

Y/n’s hair was a wreck, lips stretched around his length with spit sliding down his chin. He was palming himself through his pants, barely audible, airy moans leaving his stretched mouth.

Bucky came with a cry of pleasure, eyes scrunching up as he tugged roughly on the smaller man’s hair, thrusting his hips crazily as his orgasm washed over him.

He opened his eyes to see Y/n pull off with a ‘pop’ and lick his lips greedily to catch any cum that may have fell, and Jesus, Bucky could’ve cum again just from that.

The smaller man stood up with grace, giving Bucky that endearing stupid grin that made his heart do summersaults.

“Talk to me when you figure your shit out Barnes.” He pat Bucky’s shoulder, hand staying there far too long for it to only be friendly.

Bucky could only watch with a dumb founded expression as Y/n sauntered away, leaving Bucky alone in the common room imagining what else that mouth could do.

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Reading your story make me want to request to hmm

Can you make about Draco has a thing with chest and then he saw Malereader with tight top showcasing his chest or shirtless is fine too and Draco can't keep the image away from his mind.

One day he accidentally drink truth potion and unlucky him, he met with Malereader and suddenly blurted out if he can suck reader nipple. Reader amused by it and fine with it then Draco suck on reader nipple like a baby while Reader playing with Draco member until he climax. Reader asked him if he want something else and Draco want Reader to fill him up.

The next day, Draco act like he didn't enjoy it and said everything because of the potion and Reader only chuckled at him with "Sure."

Hey hon, thank you for the request but I don’t feel comfortable completing it. With the comparison of a baby as well as the seemingly non con elements I just won't do this. If you’d like to request another Draco or other characters once my requests are back open, you are more than welcome. I’m sorry and thank you for understanding! 

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Last updated: July 26th 2021

MARVEL

STEVE ROGERS:

I hate you, I love you (Male reader)

Summary: Y/n and Steve have never liked each other, but that changes after Y/n saves Steve on a mission. 

PETER PARKER:

Take care of you (Male reader) 

Summary: Peter gets a little banged up on a mission and Y/n makes it his job to take care of him. 

In the city (Male reader)

Summary: Peter and Y/n decide to play out a little fantasy on patrol.

BUCKY BARNES:

That mouth (Male reader)

Summary: Bucky and Y/n hate each other (Supposedly) a chance encounter may change those opinions though. 

TONY STARK:

Revelry (male reader)

Summary: Tony loves to tease Y/n, it's always fun to get a rise out of him.

HARRY POTTER

HARRY POTTER:

Jealousy (Male reader)

Summary: Harry can be a bit possessive at times, but it leads to rather exciting situations. 

RON WEASLEY: 

Moving forward (Male reader)

Summary: As long as Y/n is by Ron’s side, the world isn’t such a scary place anymore. 

CEDRIC DIGGORY:

Champion (male reader)

Summary: Y/n and Cedric hook up at a party thinking it’s a one time thing, but will feelings get involved?

RESIDENT EVIL

ETHAN WINTERS:

Meant to be yours (Male reader)

Summary: Ethan can never go back to his old life, good thing he has Y/n now.

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I liked your peter parker post can't wait for more!

Thank you so much!! I promise more posts will be coming soon 😊😊

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Can you make a harry potter x male reader smut? Where hare is very possessive of the reader, and can you make it a ddlb/bdsm?

A/n: AHHHHH my first Harry Potter request, I'm so excited!!!! Thank you for requesting!!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Harry Potter x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, all characters are 18+, Post books, possessive Harry, Harry gets jealous, BDSM tones, choking kink, cussing, biting/leaving marks, aftercare, mentions of war/death

Word count: 2376

Harry Potter and Y/n L/n had been endgame since the moment they had met all the way back in first year, when they were just young boys looking at the world with hopeful eyes.

The pair had gone through killer minions, mad worshipers, and the dark lord himself together, fighting side by side in the second wizarding war.

When it had been assumed Harry was dead, the guttural scream Y/n had let out chilled even Voldemort to the bone. Love was a powerful form of magic, bonding many together, and in the end had won them the war.

Y/n had flung himself into Harry’s arms, the two teenagers tired to the bone, holding onto each other for dear life as they vowed to never let go.

10 years later that promise still held, the couple still deeply in love and going stronger than ever. They had their ups and down’s of course like any other couple, but they always gravitated back to one another.

It was a weekend thankfully and the couple finally had time for one another, deciding to go to a local pub with their mates.

They’d met Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville at the pub at 8 o’clock sharp, swapping hugs and forms of greeting with wide grins as the caught up.

The group of friends didn’t get to see each other much anymore, but when they did it was like the old days, full of laughter and mischief.

The group was crowded into a booth in the back of the bar, the respective couples pressed against one another as they chatted, Y/n animatedly waving his hands around as he talked to Hermione.

“No Mione you don’t understand, this student somehow blew up his bloody cauldron! We weren’t working with anything explosive!” The man leaned closer to Harry, letting out a groan as the dark-haired girl cackled.

“Are you failing to remember how many times both Harry and Seamus did that?” She questioned, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Harry’s cheeks flushed pink as he gave the girl a pointed look.

“We agreed no more bringing that up.” He all but pouted, taking a swig from his ale. Y/n grinned widely, patting his boyfriend’s cheek adoringly.

“She’s not wrong love, you two were worse than any student I’ve ever had.” Y/n said, a feigned relieved sigh leaving his lips, causing Harry’s cheeks to darken much to the table’s amusement.

Ron leaned forward, a toothy grin on his lips. “Let’s not forget when you used engorgeo on a fire.” Y/n snorted loudly, covering his mouth as Harry groaned, burying his face into his boyfriend’s H/c hair.

“Why must you all pick on me?” His voice was muffled from his lover’s hair, only adding to the laughter at the table.

“Because you’re fun to make fun of.” Neville replied, eyes twinkling as took a chug from his drink.

“Bullies, all of you are bullies.” The brunette said before finishing the rest of his drink. He moved to stand, but Y/n pushed on his chest.

“No no, you don’t get to escape this. I’ll go get the next round of drinks.” Harry let out an indignant groan, silenced by a peck to the lips.

“I’ll be back you big baby.” The man breathed out, rolling his eyes fondly, before slipping from the booth. Harry watched his lover walk away with a lovestruck grin on his lips.

“So, when are you going to propose?” Ron questioned, only to get elbowed in the ribs by Hermione.

A flush spread up to the tips of his ears as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking back over his shoulder at Y/n.

“I’m not sure. I have the ring. Maybe once him and I can finally take a vacation.” Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but closed it, her eyes moving past Harry, towards the bar.

Harry turned to look and immediately felt jealousy coiling in his chest at the sight of a man leaning against the bar talking to his Y/n.

See it wasn’t a secret amongst the friend’s that the man was jealous, they’d all seen their fair share of it, and could pinpoint when Harry was going to make a scene.

“Harry, don’t.” Hermione sighed softly; eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the man. He only ignored her and slid out of the booth, stalking towards the bar.

He could pick up on hints of the man’s voice over the chatter of the bar and could see Y/n’s shoulders slumped in discomfort.

Harry came to his boyfriend’s side, throwing his arm over the other man’s shoulders and giving the stranger a rather predatory smile.

“Can I help you, mate?” The last word was drawn out as if it was an insult, making the other man’s eyebrows furrow and a scoff leave his lips.

“Whatever, you’re not worth it anyways.” He spat out, before turning and leaving the couple alone at the bar. Anger and jealousy still coiled in Harry’s chest, teeth biting into his bottom lip.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Y/n gently touching his cheek, a soft smile on the man’s lips.

“Wanna go home?” He questioned; head tipped to the side. Harry would forever be thankful for Y/n, he seemed to know him better than Harry knew himself some days.

“Please.” Harry nodded his head in agreement, his arm moving to wrap possessively around the smaller man’s waist as they headed for the door.

Unbeknownst to him Y/n shot an apologetic smile to their friends, only to be waved off with friendly smiles.

The drive home was mostly silent, Harry mulling over his thoughts and the green beast clawing away inside his chest, though his hand never once left Y/n’s body.

It had moved to his knee once Harry began driving and had slowly drifted up towards his upper thigh along the way.

Harry had noticed from the corner of his eye that Y/n had begun to shift and squirm in his seat when his hand had drifted to his upper thigh, a predatory satisfaction swelling in his chest.

His finger’s ghosted over his clothed bulge only for a moment before his hand went back down to his thigh and stayed there the rest of the ride, much to Y/n’s annoyance.

As soon as the pair was behind the closed doors of their house, Harry had Y/n pinned against the wall, one hand cupping the side of his neck as the other held his hip firmly.

Harry leaned down, lips grazing over Y/n’s own.

“What was that man saying to you at the bar?” He questioned, green eyes flicking to investigate Y/n’s E/c ones. Harry felt Y/n’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, licking his lips nervously.

“He didn’t say much. He kept calling me handsome and asking if I wanted a drink.” He replied quietly, squeaking as Harry’s thumb brushed over Y/n’s thrumming pulse point.

“And what did you say, baby boy?” Harry tipped his head to the side drinking in the delicious sight in front of him. He could see Y/n rubbing his thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction, his pupils dilated with lust, and his eyes looking at Harry’s lips every few seconds.

“I told him I was taken.” He replied, and Harry gave a warning squeeze to his hip. “I told him I was taken, daddy.” He quickly corrected himself, earning a deep, pleased growl from Harry.

Y/n fluttered under his touch, teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Please daddy, I want you.” He begged softly, fingers running up Harry’s clothed sides.

Harry leaned down, nuzzling his nose against Y/n’s pulse as he took in the man’s scent. “Get undressed and get in bed, I’ll meet you there.” The brunette ordered, before releasing his grip on his partner.

Y/n quickly scurried off towards their room, cheeks flushed and already tugging off his shirt much to Harry’s bemusement.

Harry followed behind, albeit much slower than Y/n. He shed his jacket and button up, before tossing them to the side. Once he entered their room he was met with the sight of Y/n naked in their bed, sitting like the perfect boy he was.

Harry toed off his shoes and took off his pants and socks, leaving him standing there in his boxers as his eyes raked over Y/n’s body.

“You look delicious.” Harry purred, walking forward, and pressing a hand to Y/n’s chest, pushing him flat against their mattress.

Harry towered over his exquisite form, licking his lips as his eyes greedily took everything in. The brunette leaned down, finally connecting their lips after what felt like eternity, letting out a groan at the taste of Y/n.

Their teeth clashed together at the ferocity of the kiss, before Harry’s tongue delve into the smaller man’s mouth, licking at every part of Y/n he could reach.

Y/n’s fingers came to curl into his hair, tugging on the curls as Harry nipped possessively at his bottom lip. He pulled away minutely to speak.

“You’re mine, and mine alone.” He all but growled out, before diving back into the messy kiss, his fingers ran down Y/n’s bare sides, nails scraping against the smooth flesh and leaving red trails in their path.

He pulled away, lips dragging down his sensitive skin, getting to his throat before he harshly dug his teeth into the flesh.

Y/n let out a wail, nails curling into Harry’s scalp as he bucked his hips up, searching for friction.

Harry only pulled away once he was satisfied with the bruising mark, licking it soothingly, before carrying on down the man’s chest.

His teeth and tongue claimed every inch of skin in sight, marking it as his territory, calming the possessive beast that howled in his chest.

Hickeys and bite marks covered the once unmarked skin, creating a beautiful artwork of bruises and love bites.

Y/n had been reduced to a whining mess, his hips bucking up and small pleas leaving his lips as he looked up at Harry from under his eyelashes.

Who was Harry to deny such a beautiful being? The wizard moved his fingers downwards, surprised to feel silicone poking out.

“What’s this baby boy?” He questioned, pressing on the plug, nestling it deeper, drawing a mewl from Y/n.

“I knew something usually happened at the bar.” The boy breathed out. “And I wanted to be ready for you daddy.”

Merlin, he had the perfect partner, Harry could’ve cum just from that. He let out a low growl, catching Y/n’s lips against his own.

“Bloody hell you’re just a little minx, aren’t you?” He pressed a bit harder on the plug, before pulling it out suddenly.

Y/n cried out loudly at the loss, his hole clenching needily, searching for something to fill him.

“Daddy please.” He bucked his hips up, E/c eyes screwed up and hands grasping as the sheets.

Harry relented, tugging off his boxers impatiently before grabbing the lube from the bed side table.

He coated himself generously, before tossing the bottle to the side carelessly. He pressed into Y/n, his hole pulling him in needily, a loud moan leaving the smaller man’s lips as a low growl left Harry’s own.

He set a brutal pace, fucking into the small man ruthlessly as one hand held him up, the other coming up to Y/n’s throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing only a bit more difficult.

“You’re such a greedy little slut for daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” Harry growled, slamming his hips against Y/n’s, earning a loud whimper in return.

Y/n’s hands came to rest on Harry’s shoulder’s, clawing mercilessly at the skin, leaving harsh red marks Harry would admire in the morning.

Harry grabbed one of Y/n’s legs, hooking it over his shoulder, pressing them impossibly closer. He continued to thrust relentlessly, hoping to hit that sweet special spot inside of his baby boy that would make him see stars.

Harry knew he had found it when Y/n had let out a sob, his back arching off the bed as his eyes rolled back.

Harry couldn’t help but admire Y/n as he brutishly controlled his body and his pleasure, from the way he tensed to the beautiful sounds he made, Y/n was hypnotizing.

He continued to fuck into the small man, drawing out every sound possible as his back was abused by his blunt nails.

Harry’s teeth tug into his skin, tongue soothing the aching wound soon afterwards. In moments like these he lost track of time, his mind taken over by the primal instinct to claim Y/n as his own.

He was only pulled out of these thoughts by the feeling of Y/n seizing up with a loud cry of Harry’s name, body quivering as pleasure crashed over him.

Harry couldn’t help but lean down and lick some of the cum off his stomach, groaning at the deliciously bitter taste.

He continued to fuck into Y/n brutally, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own climax, cumming in the H/c haired man with a deep growl of his name.

He thrusted lazily through his orgasm, before lazily pulling out. Y/n was all but mush in the bed, earning a fond chuckle from Harry. He pressed a kiss to his sweat matted hair, before heading to the bathroom and wetting a towel.

He returned and promptly began to clean Y/n up, praising the man for how well he’d done, and how much Harry loved him, getting happy little sounds in return.

Once harry was finished he tossed the soiled rag into the laundry basket, before wrapping his arms securely around his lover.

He pressed a kiss above his ear with a smile. “You did so well for me darling, I love you.”

“Mm, I love you too ‘arry.” Came Y/n’s sleepy reply, his face nuzzling into the other wizard’s chest.

Harry let out a content sigh, as long as he could hold Y/n like this, everything was right in the world.

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Thank you so much!!

Holy Shit, I wasn't expecting this many people to be excited about the new blog, and all I can say is thank you so much!! It honestly means the world to me and I'm so happy you guys are enjoying the works I've been posting!!

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Excited for your new blog! 💜

Can I request a smut with top!Peter Parker x male reader (both being 18 ofc)? I was thinking: they were both on a mission. When they finish, they go back to Peter's apartment. Coincidentally, May wasn't there. Peter was slightly bruised and reader goes to take care of him - he sits on Pete's lap to take care of the bruises on his face. One thing leads to another and they have sex! 🥰 Nothing too kinky, just two lovebirds being in love~ 💕 I was thinking the sex would be a little goofy, with them laughing a little here and there to make it cuter!

A/n: I'm a SUCKER for goofy Lovey Dovey smut, just makes my heart melt

@averyfromzero

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter parker x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, both characters are 18+, goofy vanilla sex, just two men in love, mentions of injuries/fighting, cussing

Word count: 2034

Peter used to think he’d never be able to date, with his superhero alter ego and everything, but then he found Y/n L/n.

The other boy was also a hero on the Avenger’s team, having joined just a few months after Peter and the two had immediately hit it off.

They were constantly together, patrolling, fighting with the Avengers, and hanging out outside of their suits. The relationship didn’t take long to develop into more after a grueling night of patrol, the two-seeking comfort in one another.

One thing had led to another, and they’d been dating for 8 months now, disgustingly in love as Tony had put it.

It felt nice to have another person who understood having a secret alter ego, and the regularly fucked up plans, but even just having someone to lean upon after a mission.

Today had been a day of fighting with the Avengers, an army of robots having attacked New York. Thankfully no one had been too injured, Peter only suffering a few shallow bruises and Y/n was perfectly fine, much to his relief.

The two had arrived back at Peter and May’s apartment, the brunette having swung them there. He slid the window open, before pulling off the mask with a huff.

“May?” He called out, listening for his aunt’s heartbeat, but hearing none. “Aunt may must be gone, probably picked up a shift at work.”

He turned to face the other boy who had already shed his suit, now standing in a t shirt on boxers. Peter did the same, pushing the spider emblem on his chest, causing the skintight suit to loosen and fall off his body.

Already healing bruises littered Peter’s muscular chest, causing his boyfriend’s eyebrows to furrow with worry.

“Sit on the bed.” He demanded softly, giving Peter a look that dared him to object. Peter complied, watching as his boyfriend disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments before returning with a damp rag.

The smaller man straddled Peter’s lap, his cheeks flushing darkly at the action. Y/n looked at Peter from under his eyelashes, a bashful smile on his lips.

“Sorry, it’s easier this way.” He explained quietly, leaning forward to press the rag to the worst bruise that rested under the arachnids’ ribs.

Peter took in a sharp inhale of breath at the cold, shivering slightly.

“You could’ve warned me.” He said in a faux angry voice, leaning forward, nosing the other man’s cheek lovingly as his wounds were nursed.

“Mm I’m sorry your majesty.” Y/n teased, a beautiful grin spreading across his lips as he leaned into Peter.

Peter’s fingers ran up his side, before coming to his jaw to cup it lightly. He tilted Y/n’s head up so he could lean down, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Every time they kissed it felt like heaven to Peter, he lips were soft and plush and the soft sounds he made sent shivers down the spider’s spine.

His hand moved up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss as Y/n pressed himself closer to Peter. Peter’s free hand moved under Y/n’s shirt, fingers ghosting over the familiar and soft skin.

After a moment the other man pulled away, cheeks flushed beautifully and chest rising heavily. “When do you think May will be home?” He questioned, his forehead coming to rest against his own.

Peter’s eyes fluttered, a smile spreading across his lips. “I don’t know, but I’ll listen out for her.” He promised, before pulling Y/n into another kiss.

The kiss was still sweet and gentle, but held more passion than the last, Y/n grinding his hips down into Peter’s with a small moan of pleasure.

The sounds the H/c haired man made was like music to Peter’s ears, he could listen every day for the rest of his life, and he’d never have a reason for complaint.

Peter secured his arm around Y/n’s waist before flipping them over, causing the smaller man to let out a small shriek of surprise.

Peter burst out laughing, having to pull away from the kiss as his head rested on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n joined in on the laughter, finger’s brushing over Peter’s bare sides.

“You’re such an asshole.” Y/n said adoringly, nose bumping against Peter’s curls.

“I am, but you love me.” Peter replied, lifting his head up to give his boyfriend a goofy grin. Y/n rolled his eyes warmly, before leaning up to connect their lips.

“Sadly, I do.” He replied playfully, letting out a squeak when Peter’s hand ran under his shirt to give his nipple a teasing pinch.

Peter let out a chuckle against his lips, before pulling back to tug off Y/n’s T-shirt. He tossed the shirt to the side carelessly, taking a moment to admire his boyfriend.

“You’re angelic.” Peter breathed out, before leaning down to press kisses to the other man’s jaw and neck. This had always been Peter’s favorite part, absolutely worshiping the man he was lucky enough to date.

Y/n let out a small groan, his fingers going to lightly tangle into Peter’s hair as the arachnid lightly sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh of his neck.

Peter’s touch was tender as his fingers ran down Y/n’s bare sides, before one came to rest above his heart, feeling the steady thrum beneath his fingers.

He shimmied down the smaller man’s body, lips and teeth now dragging against his chest before wrapping around one of his nipples, fingers teasing the other one.

Y/n moaned out, back arching off the bed as his hold on Peter’s hair tightened. Peter had spent every time with him learning everything Y/n liked, now knowing the man’s body like the back of his own hand.

Peter was a giver, wanting to make sure his love was well taken care of. His teeth lightly scraped over the bud, before he began sucking again, hard enough to leave it tinged with purple hues with the beginning of a hickey.

The sounds that fell from Y/n’s lips were like the choirs of heaven, blessing his ears and filling his body with heat.

He kissed down the smaller man’s belly, nipping here and there, his tongue running over his hip bone.

He paused when he finally noticed Y/n’s underwear, raising his head to look at his boyfriend.

“Seriously baby? Iron Man underwear? I’m feeling a little betrayed.” Peter pouted slightly; eyebrows furrowed.

Y/n snorted softly, finger’s brushing through Peter’s curls soothingly. “It’s laundry day.” He stated, and immediately the superhero perked up, a grin spreading across his lips.

Y/n let out a laugh, shaking his head a bit. “You’re adorable.” He breathed out, watching as his partner tugged on his boxers, tossing them to the side with distain.

Peter grinned up cheekily at Y/n, before leaning down to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock, a cry leaving the H/c haired man’s lips as his head fell against the pillows.

Peter let out a small hum as his tongue ran up his cock, before running over the slit to collect the precum.

He watched his lover with hooded eyes, his chest swelling with love for the ethereal man in front of him.

Peter wrapped his lips around his head before beginning to suckle on it, drawing cries from the other man’s lips.

After 8 months of practice, he was able to take Y/n with ease, bobbing his head rhythmically as Y/n’s hand grasped at his hair, needy whines leaving his lips along with praises that made his heart melt.

Peter continued this for a few moments, listening to Y/n’s whines and moans, before pulling off with an obscene ‘pop’. He leaned over his lover, opening the bed stand to pull out the bottle of lube he kept on hand.

He kneeled between Y/n’s thighs once more, coating his finger with lube, before running it slowly over the puckered muscle. He waited for Y/n to relax before slowly pushing his finger inside, feeling the way the E/c eyed man clenched around his fingers almost greedily.

Peter brought his free hand up to rub Y/n’s stomach soothingly as he worked his finger in and out of him, praises falling from his lips.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” Peter soothed as he slowly worked a second finger in, a wanton moan leaving Y/n’s lips as he pressed his hips down into Peter’s fingers.

Peter’s doe like eyes ran over the beautiful sight in front of him, Y/n’s E/c eyes scrunched closed with pleasure, mouth agape and moans falling out freely as his hand grasped needily at Peter’s arm. He’d never get used to being able to see this.

He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, a choked gasp leaving the small man’s lips, causing a joyful smile to spread across Peter’s lips.

His finger’s ran over the familiar bundle of nerves teasingly as a third finger was pressed into Y/n, who took it easily.

It didn’t take much longer for Y/n to begin begging, his hips pressing down needily as his E/c eyes stared up at him.

“Petey, please. I want you.” He all but whined, and how could Peter deny such a beautiful request?

The teenager pulled his fingers out, practically ripping off his boxers that had previously been ignored.

He grabbed the lube once more and coated his cock with it, before nestling himself between Y/n’s thighs.

The head of his cock pressed against the muscle, sliding in with ease. The two let out their own sounds of pleasure as Peter slowly pushed himself in, pausing every few moments to make sure his boyfriend was okay.

Once he was finally bottomed out, be paused, hand coming up to brush H/c hair away from Y/n’s eyes.

“I love you.” He spoke softly, leaning down to press their foreheads together.

Y/n wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck, closing his eyes.

“I love you too Petey.” He spoke quietly, the teens in their own ignorant bubble. Peter leaned down, connecting their lips as he pulled back, before gently thrusting back in, earning a small moan in response.

Peter began to thrust slowly, lips trailing from Y/n’s lips to his neck, leaving small marks across his skin as the other man moaned out in pleasure, groans leaving his own lips.

They were like a puzzle piece, fitting perfectly together, made for each other. Peter’s praises were muffled against Y/n’s neck as he continued to thrust, his hands holding onto the smaller man’s hips to keep him in place.

Nails dug into the Arachnids back, a delicious, yet familiar sting to Peter. Y/n let out a cry of pleasure as Peter rubbed against his prostate, his shaky legs coming to wrap around Peter’s narrow waist.

He hooked his feet together, clinging to his boyfriend as they made love, his heart full of unconditional admiration for the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with.

Y/n’s nails dug harshly into Peter’s shoulder, his back arching almost painfully as the arachnid’s name fell from his lips.

“Petey, I’m so close.” He whined, leaning up to bury his face into Peter’s shoulder. Peter brought his hand down and began to rub Y/n’s cock, his kisses never ceasing.

“Cmon baby, cum for me.” He soothed his lover, another whine bubbling up in the other man’s throat.

Y/n came with a loud cry of Peter’s name, legs shaking and hole clenching around Peter as if to milk him.

Peter continued to thrust through his orgasm, now chasing his own, a moan of Y/n’s name leaving his nips as he buried his face into his neck.

He thrusted sloppily until he came down, slowly pulling out after a few moments. Y/n collapsed against the bed with a small huff, eyes closed.

Peter pressed a kiss against his head, a small smile on his lips. He had to admit, that was one hell of a way to take care of him after a mission.