#marvel scenarios

[writerpetals]

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; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying. 

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing. 

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return. 

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head. 

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?” 

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire. 

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed. 

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying. 

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable. 

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips. 

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs. 

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started. 

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment. 

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom. 

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck. 

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.” 

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center. 

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Do it,  then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower. 

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window. 

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away. 

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved. 

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him. 

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over. 

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.” 

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed. 

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length. 

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation. 

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name. 

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name. 

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open. 

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again. 

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear. 

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him. 

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you. 

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over. 

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth. 

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

[yandere-wishes]

My deepest, darkest desire is to kiss Tony Stark. On the mouth. Hard. Passionately. NOW.

(I just want to be his sweetheart😭😭)

[takenbypeter]

Love You, Gators

Steven grant x reader

Words: 435

Summary: First I love you’s with Steven

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Steven didn’t know why you were acting strange. You were acting off, not in a bad way, more of just in a weird sort of way. 

“Need help with that?” He asked, grabbing a rag to help you finish the dishes. “No I got it,” you replied offering a smile and he smiled back lips in a tight line as he placed the cloth back on the table. 

Taking steps away from you he kept thinking, what was it? What was bothering you? Closing his eyes, he tried to recount if it was anything he did.

He woke up running late, greeted you, started getting ready, you said, “have a good day, I love you.” And he said, “you too, laters gators,” and left. See nothing out of the ordinary. 

The crease between Steven’s eyebrow deepened as he went over the events again until finally his eyes widened. “Oh bollocks,” he whispered when the realization hit him. 

“You love me.” He said, mouth left slightly ajar. “What’d you say?” You ask, not quite hearing his whisper over the sound of the running water. Steven treads closer until he’s standing beside you. You focus on the dish in hand while his gaze remains on you. 

“You said you loved me, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did,” you said, matter of factly. 

“And I didn’t say it back. I was supposed to say it back, wasn’t I?”

You gave your head a little shake, “I don’t want you to say it, if you don’t want to say it.”

“No, no I do. Gods know I’ve been whispering it under my breath for the past weeks, now I can finally say it to your face.”

Attention gained you shut off the faucet and fully turn towards him. 

Steven’s got a nervous smile on his face, eyes decorated with his normal dark circles underneath them, while his cheeks seem to darken and his hands rub together anxiously. “Well now it’s actually more nerve wrecking since I just told you I’m going to say it,” he chuckles out. 

“You don’t have to say it right now,” you say with a smile on your own face. Honestly it didn’t bother you that much, you knew he did love you, even if he didn’t say it. But again he rejected the idea. 

“Wait, I’m going to say it. I’m just going to say it.” He forced his hands to his sides and immediately closed his eyes, took a single breath, then opened them, finding yours before breathing out, “I love you,” a toothy grin growing on his lips as he said the words. 

[k-ki3rd]

　　　　　　　. . . the universe is cruel !

miles morales (1610) x fem!reader.

✶ : synopses ━━━━ in all universes you and miles fall in love, but due to a failure in that system on earth 42, you lose your miles and spider-man never existed; you take action and end up like the prowler, but you didn't expect to find a thousand miles from another reality.

✶ : warnings ━━━━ slight angst, bad feelings, mentions of death, you know, that can be sad.

✶ : notes ━━━━ seriously, I went crazy when I had this idea! Miles' scene with prowler inspired me (guys, he looks so cute in braids!). sorry for google english!

　　　miles woke up with a start, his head ached and he wondered why he was stuck with a punching bag; maybe it was punishment for what he'd done to peter a few years ago, but it didn't matter at the moment.

he looked around and recognized the place, with memories coming to his mind. he heard footsteps, but his spider-sense didn't alert him, what did that mean?

a figure in intimidating clothes appeared, the face covered with a technological mask; the color mixed with the environment making that experience scarier. At first, Miles decided to remain silent and analyze the situation.

but then a heartbeat and a friendly memory gave him courage.

"why am i here?", he asked fidgeting a little. "who are you?", at that moment you felt a different wave of emotions, because you knew that voice, the sound that made your difficult days bearable.

"i can answer that," you started to say, your suit made your voice change and become thicker and more masculine, a defense mechanism against your pursuers "answer me one thing first: do you know someone named [name]?".

he was scared, obviously he knew who it was, she was his girlfriend, the most loved and protected girl in all of brooklyn, but how would someone from another dimension know about her? "i know… why?" he said, feeling his body shake.

underneath the mask you swallowed hard and your eyes widened, showing through the costume. "oh", "who are you?" miles asked again. it was easier shown than told, so you made the mask come off your face, revealing an image he could never have imagined.

"i'm [name] [last name]," he was totally terrified, his eyes were wide and his heart skipped a beat "but you can call me a prowler".

miles knew it wasn't his girlfriend, since they were different realities, but that moved this boy so much; why did you become the prowler? how had this happened? where was he? "how come… you can't be the prowler", "but i am, since you left".

"to leave? i wouldn't leave you alone, nor would i allow that to happen to you", you swallowed again, after all, miles didn't know what tragic end he had had, and seeing him so close without being able to hug him and say that missing you was killing you.

"it wasn't your choice, much less your fault. i'm the one who caused this." it was fateful the way he left, the gangsters had taken over the streets and leaving the house could be fatal; you and miles sneak out that night to buy groceries at the market, but find guys trying to rob a poor lady.

miles felt bad for not helping, he left you in a secluded place, even though you begged him not to go, and went to where the riot was going on; playing the hero, the boy morales lost his life.

you held your boyfriend's body, disbelieving that it had happened; you cried a lot and the tears mix with the raindrops that fell on you.

"if i hadn't made up the candy thing, maybe he would still be here" you said sadly. "i had no way of knowing, it's not your fault," miles replied, moving the punching bag.

"they are different realities, but you are the same as him", you allowed yourself to sigh for a moment. "lo sinto mucho por eso, (i'm sorry about this) i'm going to let you go", chains were removed from miles; he stretched out his arms and felt the blood flowing normally through his body. miles looked you in the eye, causing some discomfort, since you had already accepted your fate and resigned yourself to losing him forever.

"if it's not too weird, could i give you a hug?", "is this going to make you uncomfortable?", you asked him. miles quickly shook his head. You nodded and agreed to the pet.

when she was in his arms the memories came back, all the happy moments she had with her boyfriend; the songs, the drawings, the conversations, kisses and particularly, the hugs. miles was too affectionate, and he missed that very much.

you cried clinging to spider-man, because you were the last one you would see someone identical to your miles. the boy hugged tighter trying to comfort you; it hurt to see you like this, it hurt a lot, because in every universe, no matter what, he loved you so much.

this immense universe is beautiful, but it is very cruel to you.

　　hey, hey! I'm not new here, i'm familiar with tumblr, but i ended up deleting my old account due to personal problems. welcome to my blog!

[pedrometal]

baby, you were the love of my life. woah, maybe you don't know it's lost till you find it

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[dilf-whore]

but he likes her better (part 1)

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pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

genre: angst

summary: peter’s been distant lately so you come and try to check on him

A/N: i’d appreciate it if you guys give me feedback on this fic hihi 💕

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You ring the doorbell at Peter’s home, closing your umbrella and putting it at the corner as you wait for someone to open the door. You jump at the loud sound of the thunder, goosebumps appearing on your skin by the coldness of the wind. You decided to pay your boyfriend a visit because he’s been distant lately, making you worried sick. You wanted to see how he’s doing since you figured out that it's his typical behavior whenever he’s going through tough times. 

Aunt May finally gets the door and immediately pulls you inside, “what are you doing out here Y/N? it’s raining cats and dogs outside!” she asks, running over your body to check if you’re wet. You chuckle softly as she rushes to the kitchen to bring you something warm to drink. “I’m here to see Peter, is he here?” you ask, following after her. She hands over the mug with hot chocolate, the relaxing aroma entering your nose. “He’s up in his room” she reply.

You thank her and head straight to your boyfriend’s room. You knock on his door, “Peter? It’s me Y/N” you say. No one replies and you wait there for a short while when the automatic lock he made starts to make a sound, “come in” you hear him say faintly. You walk into his small bedroom, he was sitting in front of his computer doing research you assume. You stand beside him, “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that something’s been bothering you lately” you ask as you settle down the mug on his table. His eyes still locked on the screen, “yeah” he replies quietly. You sigh, still not contented with his answer. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you su-“

You get cut off when he jerks your hand off his shoulder and stands up, “I said I’m fine!” he shouts. You flinch at his reaction, you take a deep breath and calm yourself down - you understand that maybe he’s stressed and overwhelmed with school and with his life as a vigilante. You try to approach him but he raises his voice once again, “can you please stop bugging me? Gwen would give me space if I asked her to do so”

“What the fuck did you just say, Peter?”

You felt a sharp knife stab through your heart, your lips quiver as tears starts streaming down your face. Realizing what he just said, he starts to walk towards you with guilty eyes and opens his mouth to talk. “You know, I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m sorry I can’t be Ms. Perfect like Gwen. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m not good enough” you reply softly as you motion him to stop coming to you. You open his door, “goodbye Peter”.

You wipe off your tears and go down. You spot Aunt May already looking at you worried, she probably heard Peter’s voice a while ago. You give her a fake smile, “thanks for the hot chocolate Aunt May. I uh should head back now”. You don’t wait for her reply as you bid her goodbye and rush out of their home. You start to jog away, your umbrella completely forgotten.

He still loves Gwen you thought to yourself.

Why wouldn’t he be? She was his first love for God’s sake. She’s a top student, her family is quite wealthy and is well respected, she’s pretty and perfect. Everyone in your school idolizes her, including yourself honestly - every single thing about her is admirable.

No wonder he’s still in love with her.

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[mrknightsbf]

— Grief

Marc Spector / Steven Grant X Gn!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Marc is haunted by his brother's death and abusive mother, but you're there to help make him remember it's not his fault.

Warnings: Child Abuse mention, Drowning mention, DID

Word Count: 1.3k

Marc Spector, the Moon Knight, is a deeply troubled man. A devil to some. He was sure he'd never escape from the never ending hell that was life.

Until he met an angel, one to pick him up from his sorrows. You.

It was another sleepless night for Marc, while you beside him were sleeping perfectly fine, he was staring at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face. He looked over at the clock to see the time which read “2:27” in the morning, making him sigh. He rolled over on his side to face you, and a light smile creeped on his face at your peaceful expression.

One of his hands reached over to your face and gently caressed your cheek, looking at you with hearts practically in his eyes. Marc was very grateful to have you in his life. Someone who loved him and dealt with his alter, Steven who you loved just as much because to you, they were the same person, just a little different in their own ways. Someone who didn't mind his terrible past of killing, even before he was Moon Knight. Someone who was amazed by his powers as Moon Knight and not scared like the rest. He couldn't believe he found someone like you who wanted to be with him. He always thought he was undeserving of true love after all the bad things he's done in his life, because he didn't want to hurt anyone else, like his mother who completely changed after his brother died.

Marc Spector was absolutely head over heels for you, even if he had trouble showing it at times, Steven would help him and it would work now that the two have accepted each other. But he was terrified of hurting you somehow. Whether it be by his stupid impulsive decisions, or by his third alter, the one he doesn't even know about just yet. He couldn't lose another person who genuinely cared about him. He'd lose his mind and become worse than before he met you.

“I love you, baby,” Marc whispered to your sleeping figure.

“Marc?” You asked in a raspy voice, stirring awake and opening your eyes to see your boyfriend facing you.

Marc smiled slightly before responding, “Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

You shook your head subtly, “No, it's okay. What time is it?”

“Almost 3 in the morning,” Marc answered.

“Couldn't sleep again?” You asked him despite already knowing the answer.

Marc just nodded in response, his eyes averting from you in shame. He felt like a coward for being afraid of sleeping, because of the nightmares, and because of his third personality. He finally understood how Steven felt after he did it to him for so long, and it felt terrible. It was a daily occurrence, now. For you to wake up without him by your side, for him to just stare at the wall or you while you slept fine, for him to attempt and sleep only to be awoken by screams which wake you up in the process. He hated it. Being weak. He was so used to Steven being the “weak”, compassionate one that it was so odd for Marc to feel it alone.

“Come here,”

Marc was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard your words, and when he looked back at you your arms were wide open for him to crawl into. He stared at you for a few seconds, hesitating to become so vulnerable for once in his life before he slowly inched closer to you. Once he was close enough for you to reach, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him towards you, one of your hands immediately going up into his hair. The feeling of your warm embrace was enough for Marc to let himself finally relax, as he looked anywhere but your eyes, too ashamed that a grown man like him needed such reassurance.

“It’s okay, you're okay,” You said to the male quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s all my fault,” Marc spoke even quieter than you, but it was clear enough for you to hear. “He…He died because of me,”

You shook your head though he couldn't see it, he felt it. “No he didn't. You were just a little kid, you couldn't have known any better.”

“I should have, though,” Marc responded, looking down at your free hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “If i didn't take him there, it wouldn't have happened.”

“You don't know that, Marc. The world works in odd ways. Don't blame yourself when it wasn't even your intention. You didn't know any better.” You could feel his breathing steady out but he still didn't spare a glance at you. Not that you minded. You knew how insecure Marc was when it came to his family and discussing the past like this. You had learned by now to just give reassuring words and physical expression rather than have him actually talk about it deeply unless it was times like this. Times where he couldn't control the immense guilt he'd been feeling since his brother drowned. Where he couldn't control the sadness of his mother hating his being and beating him because of it.

Marc’s next words were so quiet that you weren't able to hear him, and he knew by how your actions stopped and he looked at you for a split second before back at your connected hands. “Don't leave me, too,” He repeated just hardly loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, having never heard these words from your boyfriend before. You didn't expect him to say something like this before, and it worried you deeply. “I won't, Marc. I promise,” You said, resuming your movements.

Marc finally looked at you and all you could see was pain in his eyes. A sight you'd seen many times before. He looked almost on the verge of tears, like he was trying to hold them back and ignore this terrible feeling he was having. “I-”

Marc’s expression suddenly changed and he now looked at you with a smile, “Oh, hello, love!” A british accent came from the male and you knew it was Steven talking now.

“Hey, Steven,” You smiled back at him.

“Erm, why exactly are we in this position? Not that I don't mind it! But I’m just a little lost,” Steven chuckled lightly at the end.

“Marc’s having a hard time again,” You answered.

Steven nodded, “Well, I guess we’ll have to stay like this then!” He said before wrapping his arms around you.

A light laugh came from you at the sudden action and you looked down at the man with a smile, “Hey, Steven?”

“Yes, love?” He said, closing his eyes.

“You really are Marc’s light in life, don't ever leave him. Because there's no telling if one day I’m gone, but he’ll still have you. So just don't leave him, please,” You told him.

Steven hummed lightly, “I won't.”

“Thanks, Steven,” You replied.

You glanced down and saw your boyfriend’s expression change again and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. “I’m sorry.” The American accent was all you needed to hear to know it was Marc talking again.

You shook your head, “Don't apologize, Marc. It's okay,” You said to him.

Marc sighed, pulling you closer to him and laid his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Marc. I always will.”

[nctauvision]

[5:50 pm] Spider-man!Mark slips through his apartment bedroom window. His mind clouded after sending you off at the airport this morning. Who would he go to if he ever needed his web shooters to be fixed or to nag him for breaking it again? He already missed you so much that he almost passed a neatly placed box sitting on his desk.

He blinks before picking at the attached note.

One last fix-up for my friendly neighborhood spider-man. Try to be careful with this please. -y/n

The last statement emits a small chuckle, practically hearing the annoyed tone behind it. 

He doesn’t waste time opening the box to find a pair of black glasses. He notes the stylistic choice, thick rims and metal nose bridge before sliding them on when a beef goes off. A computerized voice followed.

Initializing sub-system... 

“Wha-?”

A growing whirring sound by his ear catches him off guard and the glasses emit a red flash. It scanned dove this body - a computerized image of his spider-man suit rapidly displayed.

Sub-routine active... 

Assumingly, it featured multitudes of advanced designs of his suit, but just as he could comprehend further what was happening, it reverts back into the len. The previously bulky glasses adjusted itself to sit firmly on his face.

The whirring stops. Still dumbfound, he remained still in anticipation. 

Awakening protocols... y/n protocols activated.

Mark stiffens, unable to recall whether what he heard was right.

“What’s... going on?” he wonders aloud and, as if on command, a familiar voice chimes in.

“Hey Mark.” 

No way. “y/n?”

“Yours truly.”

(Fun Note: this is based on the spiderman comics and movies. Tony Stark's Glasses are sunglasses designed by Tony Stark and operated as a portable supercomputer. They enable the user to interact with both artificial intelligence interfaces. They were gifted to Peter Parker.)

[berry-blueberry]

Dance in the Rain

Bucky x reader 

Summary: Legit the title

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I write in this font because I know some people can’t read super small fonts <3

Rainy nights were always your favorite ones, the sound of the rain hitting the roof of your small apartment, the smell of it on the road outside. Everything about it made your soul happy. 

You curl up in your bay window with a blanket laid across your lap, Alpine lays at your feet sleeping soundly, your favorite book on your lap. Only thing that could make this better was if your boyfriend was home but sadly he was at the tower filling out papers that apparently couldn’t be filled out at home. 

You hum along to the soft music playing on the speaker Buck insisted on having. All of a sudden your apartment door flies open and a soaking wet Bucky Barnes run into the house, he looks around then spots you and runs over, you stare at him with concern “Bucky, what’s wrong? why are you in such a ruSH!” he picks you up in his arms suddenly then runs outside with you, you gasp a bit when the cold water hits your face. The raindrops run down your face and you open your eyes then look at your boyfriend who has the most adorable smile across his face. He sets you down then wraps one arm around your waist and holds your other hand in his. “Hey Siri, play Love Song playlist” he says to his phone, as soon as he does his phone begins to play ‘It’s been a long, long time’. He begins to sway with you to the music, your flooded with joy and happiness, ever since you’ve told Bucky about your love for rain he always drags you outside to dance in the rain. You rest your head against his chest and sigh happily “Have I told you how much I love you?” you ask while looking up at him with lovestruck eyes, he chuckles softly and strokes your cheek gently with his metal hand making goosebumps travel up your spine. He smiles softly then leans down and presses a soft delicate kiss to your lips while pulling you close to him, he pulls away slightly only to whisper against your lips; “You may have mentioned it once or twice” he answers while chuckling softly against your lips, he then looks deep into your eyes. “I love you too doll, I love you more then you could possibly know”, you smile then peck his lips “I think I may be able to know a little bit” you wink at him while laughing softly, he lets out a low belly laugh then pulls you close and dips you then kisses you while supporting you with one arm. Could you ask for any better way to spend a rainy day? 

Hope you like this <3

[thorily]

Hi. May I please request a fluffy Thor x fem!Reader imagine in which Reader is feeling anxious and depressed about a stressful roommate situation she’s dealing with that she feels she can’t get out of (I need lots of hugs from and maybe living with Thor)?

➸ summary: you have an stressful situation with your roommate but thor is there to help

➸ warnings: fluff, short hc, she!her reader, platonic love.

➸ a/n: hi! thanks for requesting, it's my first request so any observation in the comments would be appreciated. hope this is what you referred to. have a great day <3

—is it happening again, love? —thor hugged you from behind when he heard you sobbing while doing the dishes. 

you just nodded, he stopped your trembling hands and turned you around so he can see your face, he pressed his lips on your forehead giving you a reassuring kiss, which made you flash a soft giggle. 

—this is just really tiring thor, it is really hard to handle.

—do not dare to say those things, princess… —he caressed your cheek.— I know and most important, you definitely know that you are strong enough, you are really brave. 

you sighed, trying to believe his words but it was difficult, how can you chill right now with thor without solving your problems? you didn’t need to say something, the blue eyed blonde seem to noticed your anxious state so he just hugged you, being able to let go of your frustration through some tears.

—what about you… me being roommates? fear thou not, I promise I’ll be a good partner in this adventure. —he brushed your hair with his fingers, you looked up from his chest.— what? I am being totally serious about this situation young lady… we would be a great pair

—you think? —he smiled.

—I’m sure and oh… we should make those delicious cakes.

—we could eat pop tarts too, watching tv. 

—oh please. that would be wonderful. —he cupped your face in both of his hands and gave you another forehead kiss.— now, let’s cuddle, you said it makes you feel better.

and it really does, specially after a long and tiring episode.

[jeonstellate]

himiko alfonso

☆*‧₊ ride to nowhere

✶彡 synopsis ┊ himiko just wanted to be a regular civilian for a couple of weeks, but the universe clearly thought otherwise.

✶彡 genre ┊ movie scene rewrite!au, avenger!au

✶彡 main feature ┊ xu shangqi

〔102021〕

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☆*‧₊ chaos inferno

‎✶༄ overview ┊ all himiko wanted was to have a stress-free self-care day; but then the universe delivered an answer for the question fae didn’t even ask.

‎✶༄ genre ┊ avenger!au, eternal!au

✶༄ main feature ┊ the eternals

〔112021 - 082023〕

reese katherine

☆*‧₊ classified files: out of time

‎⍟༄ overview ┊ an abundance of questions rise when reese katherine is found frozen in the arctic — barely alive and bearing too much resemblance with someone the avengers know.

‎⍟༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra creation!au

⍟༄ main feature ┊ steve rogers, the avengers

〔012019 + 052019〕

johan anastasia

☆*‧₊ ocean waves & faded dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia unknowingly interferes with an avengers' mission, which catalyzes a series of not-so-fortunate events.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: iris (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ tony has yet to wrap his head around his apparent relation to johan.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ tony stark, luke cage

〔032024〕

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☆*‧₊ sunsets & silhouette dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia is untraceable. fearing the worst (i.e. hydra taking back their riptide), her guardians and the avengers search in panic.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023 - 112023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: steal the show (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ johan puts on a show as anastasia stark while waiting for dinner with the avengers.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ bucky barnes, the avengers

〔112023〕

[writerpetals]

gratified | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

Feeling him grow hard between your thighs causes the heat to build from the pit of your stomach before it floods every inch of you. The way he desperately grips your hips in an attempt to receive more only fuels the desire to tease him further. He’s cute and whiny when he’s worked up, feeling his hard cock pressing to the silk of your thin panties to drive you wild with desire.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice deep and strained against your ears. His head falls back against the couch where you are currently straddling him, knees on each side with the two of you only in your underwear. What started as nothing more than a heated make-out session quickly turned into you teasing him in nothing but panties, and he groans beneath you, so eager to come it becomes arousing all on its own.

“You’re cute when you beg,” you tease him, lowering yourself to his lips to taste the desperation on his skin. He cranes his neck to get more of you, chasing your mouth as you pull away with a giggle and continue rocking yourself against his throbbing cock. He strains against his boxer-briefs, pulling the fabric so tight against his skin it begins to hurt, but you have no mercy on the boy as he whines beneath you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he chokes on the words as he speaks. You can’t deny the fact, loving to watch his eyes roll as he bites down on his bottom lip. It’s a sinful sight to behold and one that drives you to draw out the moment for as long as you can. His muscles tense and tighten beneath you, every inch of his stomach contracting against your fingertips resting over him. “Just sit on my cock already, baby.”

You ignore every desperate plea, continuing to grind yourself against him just to watch him suffer. Though suffering and begging quickly turns into groaning and jerking his hips beneath you. He’s too worked up at this point, taking notice the moment his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his brow wrinkles. The bliss begins to overtake the need as the silk of your panties coated with your own arousal slipping against his painfully hard cock finally starts to suffice.

Though you take time to pause for a moment, easing yourself off of him to grip four fingers into the band of his boxers. Surprised, he watches carefully as his cock springs free, brushing your fingertips along his length to earn a hiss from the motion before you’re settling against him once again. Now the silk eases over his flesh to have him groaning, yearning for more once you begin to ride him again.

“Go faster, baby,” he groans with a hiss. A request that is so easy to comply with. You can’t help but to follow the words, riding his cock fast enough to please him. It only helps when his arousal, so thick and hard and twitching for release, presses tight against your clit, suddenly becoming just as worked up as him as your hips move quicker.

Warmth rushes from between your thighs to reach the rest of your body, toes curling while pressing harder against his cock. Your aching clit works against the tip of his length, becoming lost in your own pleasure with the desire to tease him no longer your main priority. You never knew how good it would feel to grind against him, even with panties on, with your juices beginning to drip from your core to soak through your panties and dampen his flesh.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, words nearly choked and caught in his throat, but he can’t help but to compliment you when it feels so damn good to have you against his body, pleasuring his cock in any way possible. “Ride me, just like that. Keep going.” His hips thrust from between your thighs, nearly catching you off guard from the sudden jerk, but your eyes only shut tighter as you fall into the pure adrenaline of the bliss rushing through your veins.

The arousal coating his flesh from the way you drip in need for him only makes the motions easier, slicker, caressing his cock between your thighs as it presses so tight against your folds. Each time the tip brushes past your clit, a shiver runs down your spine, the heat from below swelling more and more with each second that passes. Whimpers and moans begin to spill from your lips, calls of his name, a few curses, so surprised at how good riding his cock in such a way can feel.

“Fuck, I’m-” you begin to mutter, but your voice is overtaken by desperate moans, strained and so breathless as they pour from within. You want to tell him how good it feels, that you’re getting so close as the greed consumes you and you want nothing more than release while rubbing yourself against his cock. The slick, sticky silk of your panties is foreign in the way it eases over your skin, knowing how amazing it must feel to him as well.

His grip on your hips tightens, urging you to continue, begging for more without much more than a deep, raspy groan that bubbles from within his chest. The bliss is filling him to the brim, and from the way he pushes his hips into you from below, you know his end is drawing near.

So you move faster, grind your hips harder, press against him tighter to receive all you can. Surges of warmth begin to course through you, warning you you’re seconds away from coming undone. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from becoming too loud, nails leaving marks against his skin and it suddenly becomes too much to bear as the pleasure fills every inch of your body.

Your muscles tense, trembling against him as the first wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your hips slow as your body shakes, but he won’t let you stop. Still rolling your hips against him with the guidance of two hands pressed to your body, the pleasure soon becomes far too overwhelming as you come undone, walls clenching, just dying for him to be inside of you.

He thrusts from below, so close to the edge watching you reach your peak. His cock slips back and forth between your thighs, getting to hear you moan and whimper, feeling you quiver against him, only helping him in his own pleasure until he’s huffing and panting and finally releasing the pent up tension as a deep, yet strained groans slips from his lips.

In an instant he’s making a mess of himself. Thick ropes of white coat his stomach, landing in droplets against his skin as you watch him come undone beneath you. The sight of his clenched jaw and muscles tensing as he climaxes has desire burning all over again in the pit of your stomach. His cock twitches beneath you as he comes, grip loosening around your waist until the moment his hands fall to his sides and he grows limp against the sofa.

As he tries to collect his breath, you slip off of him to press your back to the opposite side of the couch, doing the same while regaining your energy from discovering something new and sinful with him. Even if you were only wanting to make-out, and then tease him, neither of you can complain when the results are so satisfying.

[devilfic]

part two to this because I can't stop thinking about them

you're actually really good at this.

miguel can count on one hand, maybe a few fingers less than that, the number of times he's met his match. not many could keep up with him, could take a blow from the full weight of his fist and stay standing, but you can. and you're relentless.

he could be shaking with rage and by the time he's spent sparring with you, you're still grinning with all the energy you had from when you first started. it's the thing that really excites you, he notices: the thrill of the chase, the struggle, the victory and defeat. because he never sees you get like that unless he's taking you. to the mat.

you get this feverish look in your eyes that he doesn't know how to satiate yet, but he likes testing your limits the same way you test his. he likes seeing that excitement on your face, it makes him keep coming back for more.

until he splits your cheek open.

you hadn't calculated correctly, hadn't considered how close his talon would come to your face until it had torn the skin beneath your eye in two. the blood dribbles down your cheek.

miguel's eyes go wild. when he first felt the resistance against his claw, he'd thought of much, much worse. he'd stood there, hand hovering between the two of you in a stunned silence waiting for something worse to happen. he watched the red pearl at the cut, so slim that had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have even hesitated, "shit."

you touch a finger to the blood, smearing it, "it's okay, it's nothing."

it is nothing. to anyone else in the spider society, it would be nothing. the super healing would kick in and wouldn't even scar. and he'd seen you heal before, had left bruises on you that mended themselves within hours.

he presses his thumb to the cut. a bead of your blood sits on the surface of his finger, a reminder that as strange and wonderful and powerful as you are, you bleed all the same. you watch him, curious, "you can have some. if you want."

his eyes flicker to you with that same shock from when you'd first caught him off guard, "what?"

you gesture to his thumb, "my blood. I don't mind it."

miguel stares, "I'm not a vampire."

"that's what gwen called you."

"I'm... spiders have fangs."

you frown, "then why-"

"are you sure you're okay?" miguel asks, even though he sees for himself that the blood has stopped. soon, your skin would sew itself back together. soon, this wouldn't even matter.

you soften. you melt. miguel doesn't know what to do with all the warmth in your expression... "of course. I can handle you, o'hara. no need to be gentle." and there you go again. you know exactly what you're doing when you say those words and look up at him like that. he feels hot under the collar. he presses his thumb into your cheek and smears the blood even more, but you just laugh, "I knew you had a soft spot for me."

his grumble is meant to be a growl—a warning—but he comes off sounding like a puppy who's bitten off more than he could chew, "not in this universe."

part three

taglist: @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @internal-soundtrack

[takenbypeter]

Wholesome Type Of Kiss

*not my gif*

Peter Maximoff x reader

Word Count: 242

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Based off: which one of your OTP... Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses

Author’s note: This involves nose kissing as a romantic type of kiss, I know it is used as a typical greeting in some cultures, so I just wanted to let y’all know here that it is being used in the romantic type of way

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“What are we doing?” Peter asked, as you scooted closer to him.

You had told him you wanted to try something and he had agreed without even knowing what he was agreeing to. Before he knew it, you positioned yourself face to face and were slowly inching closer.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your turtle-like pace, “what are you—“

“Shhh,” you said, gently hitting his leg before refocusing. Again, you slowly lean towards him. Face centimeters from his, he suddenly turns to the side bursting out laughing. 

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t take you seriously when you move all slow like that,” he wheezes, grabbing his stomach out of laughter making you roll your eyes. “Just close your eyes.”

After getting all his laughs out he straightens up and closes his eyes. You wave a hand in front of his face to make sure they’re fully closed and once confirming so, you lean in again. Stopping close to his face, you gently rub your nose against his. 

Feeling the light touch of your noses together makes his lips curve into a goofy smile. “That felt a little strange,” he said, not used to the sensation. You lean away mirroring his grin, “I kinda like it,” without another word you lean again repeating the action. 

Little did you know what you just unlocked. Because now anytime you weren’t giving him his needed attention, that would become his favorite form of touch. 

[yandere-wishes]

Spider Bite Love

Synopsis: Miguel loves you, this you know. But neither the story nor the hero ever stops long enough to wonder if you love him too. 

Warnings: Choking, Biting, Reader is from Miles' universe, Miguel is kinda a perfectionist. Yandere themes.

Author's note: Forgive the Spanish it's mostly found on Google. I took like four months of Spanish back in 7th grade and have retained exactly 0.1% of that knowledge. 

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The future is porcelain, all marble white and reflective crystal. Flying cars and a horizon that echoes soft tamed pastels. Nueva York can almost be described as beautiful. Almost.

If not for the technicalities and lies and the loss of total freedom. 

If not for a fate that's been prewritten. Repeated across centuries and dimensions. So uncontrollable that it practically cultivates inferiority within your heart. An age-old tradition found in every child's tale about dashing heroes and harrowing villains.

If not for the looming uncomfortable, presence known as Miguel O'Hara who refuses to leave you alone. 

Your lover.

Your hero.

Your Spider-man

Although he's not your Spider-Man. Not really. And you're not the love of his life. Not really. You're both just Look-alikes, cheap replicas from a corner dimension. 

It's difficult to comprehend, pondering it encompasses you with an unruly headache. Galling and overpowering, not unlike your so-called "Lover".

To put it simply or rather to oversimplify. You are not meant to be here.  You are from Earth-1610, at least you think you are. It's hard to tell since apparently from what you've gathered there was another (y/n). One who looked just like you, acted just like you, and was essentially you in every microscopic aspect. At least that's what Miguel says, and you've come to learn that he's not awfully good at telling the full truth. 

She died or was killed. As is customary with every hero's first crush.  Thus leaving Miguel without a lover or a prisoner. Depending on which iteration of the story you fancy. 

Then Miles came along disrupting the canon and causing a dimension's wide spider hunt, with Miguel leading the charge. Somewhere along the lines, between chasing down Miles and barking orders at the other Superheroes his secret society was made of. He passes by your window. Caught a rogue glimpse and froze. He'd found you again, after all these years of believing that you were dead. Technically you were dead, his (y/n) was dead. But there was one here, another one, just as radiant and beautiful as his original lover had been. Miguel knew he had to have you. To take you back to his dimension. To complete his Canon. 

Your dimension was doomed anyway. 

So he wasn't really doing any harm. 

You shuffle uncomfortably on the couch, attempting to readjust your position as to better gaze out the window at the porcelain city. 

It's almost homogeneous to Miguel himself. 

A perfect city with no room for cracks or mistakes.

A perfect hero who flawlessly preserves the multiverse.

They're both perfect you think as you steal your gaze from the skyline. Although sometimes perfect and pristine aren't always reflective of a person's inner workings. Miguel isn't exactly corrupted but he's far from innocent either. You - and the motley amount of fang marks spread across your body- are living proof of that.

His apartment is clean, spotless, all ceramic tiles and snowy furniture. 

No room for faults or fallacy. His whole life is meant to be errorless. Just like the delicate spider-verse, he's all so keen on protecting. 

The door chimes, a light buzz and a thud. It's hard to remember that this is technically the future. That trivial things such as keys and locks have long since been eradicated. 

Miguel steps in, a bouquet of red and yellow roses grasped within his hand. He walks in as the door buzzes closed behind him. There's a docile look in his eyes as he spots you sitting on the couch. A repeated memory you realize and you wonder if his (y/n) use to wait for him to get back from Spider HQ, all patient and passive like a pretty doll awaiting her master. 

"Para vos, mi querida" he mumbles, somehow apathetic and bashful all at the same time. 

You reach for the flowers a practiced smile bearly tugging at your lips, your fingers curling around the bouquet, then you freeze eyes going wide. 

There's blood on his claws again, pristine rudy red that drips to an invisible tempo. You wonder who he's killed this time. A canon divergent Spider-Man or Spider-Women. A villain running amuck across the city. 

Or some regular civilian he was supposed to protect. A regular civilian who had some interaction with you on one of the rare times Miguel actually agreed to take you out. You wonder but you don't date ask. 

His suit is unscratched -as it always is- His face is bruise-less, so it makes you think that your final hypothesis may just be the accurate one. Miguel's eyes narrow when notices your frozen hand. 

"What's wrong," he asks a gruff edge in his voice, a warning.

One your mind begs you to obey. 

"Who did you kill?" You ask eyes concentrated on the sharp blue razors that make him look more monster than superhero. Your fingers abandon the bouquet's base and return to your side. You try to force your eyes into a glare despite the unruly beating of your fearful heart. 

One look from Miguel snuffs all that resistance out. One dark glare from eyes that can't choose if they wish to be red or blue. Human or hero. Human or monster. And you're back to cowering into the couch cushions. 

"It doesn't matter" he all but barks, a supernatural chill encompasses the room. As he throws the bouquet down onto the ceramic floor. His lips pull back in a snarl, showcasing milky white fangs that gleam in the low lights. 

"It does matter Miguel!" Your voice is raising, itching to scream to yell. To make him understand a fraction of your hatred

"You're supposed to be a hero, a savior, but all you ever do is act like a villain. You stole me from my home, you killed my universe's Spider-man, you destroyed my dimension! You're nothing more than a villain wearing a hero's mask." 

There's a punchline to this, you're almost sure of it. Some storybook explanation as to why you decided to lash out at the most terrifying creature you've ever met. Maybe in the heat of the frigid moment, you forgot that he's no mere spider. He's a tarantula, bloodthirsty and savage, ready to attack when someone goes poking at him with a stick. 

Miguel's fingers tighten around your throat, sharp claws digging into soft skin and delicate muscles. Pushing you further into the couch. Miguel's ears ring with the symphony of your gagging as he tightens his grasp. He thinks you're choking, suffocating, asphyxiating. 

Good. With any luck, you'll be dead soon.

"Mocosa ingrata"

He's not sure if your death will be significant in any way. You're honestly too trivial to have any impact on things. If you hold a place in the canon of his timeline or yours, he's yet to find it. 

Miguel hates oddities, things that disrupt the canon, selfish missteps that destroy entire dimensions. You're not quite an oddity per se, although everything in your timeline is broken. Dangling from a loose threat at the edge of a cliff. All because Miles Morales decided to be selfish and greedy and "change" what's been canon for longer than any "Spider-man" has been alive. Miles is a mistake. that whole universe is a mistake. It's bound to collapse on itself at any moment. So for the life of him, Miguel can't understand why you're so ungrateful. So desperate to reprimand him and belittle him when all he's doing is trying to save everyone. 

He's failed once, 

He's failed twice,

He refuses to fail for a third time. 

It doesn't matter that you're some helpless civilian who was stuck in the wrong universe at the wrong time. All that matters is that you're (y/n), his (y/n). Every other Spiderman has their Gwen or their MJ. A dutiful lover, to return to when the night ends, when the fighting ends. When the ignorant sun finally decides to reawaken and cast the city in a temporary ray of peacefulness. Someone to love and cherish, to take their minds off of the dread and misery that runs amuck across their lives. 

Peter Parker has his Mary Jane.

Miles Morales had his Gwen Stacy.

So why can't Miguel O'Hara have his (Y/n) (L/n)?

When Miguel looks back down at you, he notices your dark eyes. How the life is slowly fading from your body. He relents, pulling you forward and slamming you into the couch one last time before retracting his hand. He sits down next to your coughing body. 

"I hate you" you manage to blurt out between desperate heaves. Trying to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as possible. You don't bother looking at him, you know he's mad. He's always mad when you refuse to act like his (y/n). When you poke holes at the perfect illusion he's created. 

There's a brief pause. A second of tranquility. Before Miguel grabs your arm and pulls you onto his lap. His mouth parts. Fangs releasing and hovering above your jugular. His fangs pierce your vain, releasing his poison into your bloodstream. It's not lethal, at least not yet. Miguel prefers to think of it as a sedative for when you start to act up. 

It soothes you, calms you into remembering your place. Your head lulls to the side, falling on his shoulder as your groggy eyes look up at him with a stare that he can almost trick himself into believing is loving, or some variant of the same emotion. 

You're his, he knows that. You have to be. It's all he can tell himself as to stay sane. You'll understand someday. Realize you love him too. 

After all every hero needs a lover. 

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE LIVERY LAUNCH

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the stark racing f1 team launches their livery

content warnings. written in 3rd person/lowercase, written + smau, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.8k + smau parts

notes. the main arc begins!!

y/n doesn't do nervous. not as l/n, not as stark- it's simply not in her nature. yet when the lights dimm and the audience starts to grow silent, her heart was up hear throat and she tried to dry her sweaty palms on her race suit.

"there is no need for that", muttered her teammate right behind her and she almost jumped. she glared at him, but he just grinned and gave her two thumbs up.

"don't do that, it makes you look old." he immediately put them down and she snorted.

"alright, you two, are you ready?" a stark employee, more specifically a stark racing employee, ushered them across the backstage all the way beneath it, ready to push them to the big event.

the car launch. the livery reveal. the introduction of stark to formula one, probably the most anticipated event of the year. unlike the other teams, they've been teasing the public for several weeks now, nothing concrete. speculations were all over social media, no one was even sure what main color stark racing would have, something the marketing team was very proud of.

now they would not only reveal the car, which would dominate the season (because- who are they kidding? they definitely will) but also the branding and race suits, and officially appear as drivers in one place.

the music started to play, the room darkened and the lightshow started. but y/n couldn't see anything of it happen. instead she was guided to the platform, which would bring her on stage, and put her helmet on.

a whole minute they would have to wait, a pre-recorded speech entertaining the guests and viewers all around the world, until she and kevin would appear in total darkness.

and they did. the platform brought them up silently, the room blacked out completely, until the lights behind them flashed on, shining on their backs.

the whole thing could be described as dramatic, over the top, but it fit. it fit the name, her father, herself. to show up with a bang.

"introducing... our drivers. y/n l/n-stark, number 95 and kevin magnussen, number 20! a round of applause everyone!" thunderous applause filled the giant room, people started to shout, when they finally took of their helmets.

with a grin, y/n spread her arms, raising her head and then her helmet over it. she stood proud and tall, all stark.

an assistant rushed to the stage, taking their helmets, to allow them complete freedom during their part of the reveal. y/n immediately took over, as it had been planned.

"welcome everyone, to the official launch of stark racing formula one team! i'm honored to introduce to you not only the car itself, but also the team." with a wide grin, she turned to kevin, who nodded to her.

"i'm sure you've all waited for him, our team principal, four-times worldchampion... sebastian vettel!" the room thundered again, cameras flashed, when seb walked on stage to stand between the two drivers. he waved to the crowd and bowed with a laugh, when they wouldn't stop cheering.

"thank you, thank you. wow, what a welcome! i'm very happy to be here, it has been a few years... but now we're back- and i'm thankful for the oppurtunity i've received. y/n, kevin... to a good season. to our fans, we all thank you for your support you've already showed, it's been incredible so far!"

"it's a special occasion, for all of us. and we have something very special for you", y/n winked, while slowly walking backwards, until she stood right in front of the gigantic screen, lightly knocking with her knuckle on it. a ripple animation waved across the screen and the room dimmed again. hushes were heard, when the sound of whirring filled the room, carried by the speakers.

another platform was brought up, the car. hidden by dark, silky fabric, it stood in the middle of the stage, ready to be revealed.

"ladies and gentlemen... the first car completely engineered by stark, for the stark racing formula one team... welcoming to the world, the SR-1!"

with that, kevin and y/n slowly began to lift the fabrig from the car, revealing a blinding white livery. lines of chrome streamlined it, the name stark proudly stood on the sides of it.

"it's mine, by the way", y/n joked and pointed on the number 95, after the crowd calmed.

"har, har", kevin drily replied, but he couldn't hide his grin.

"welcome, everyone... to the future!"

YNSTARK

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ynstark happy valentine in white ;)

user what a perfect way to end valentine

user MOMMY, SORRY, MOMMY-

lancestroll The launch was incredible 👏

tonystark This is my daugher!

⤷ ynstark this is my dad <3

peterstark ew, your face on my dash....

⤷ ynstark i will block you

⤷ peterstark i will tell pepper

⤷ ynstark *blocked*

user white is such a good color on her??

user i just fell on my knees in the middle of the street

sebastianvettel You're incredible, I'm excited for our future!

⤷ ynstark STOP you're making me cry 😭

⤷ ynstark @/charles_leclerc look at this, your grid father loves me more than you

⤷ charles_leclerc That's not true! You better take it back!!

zendaya what a beauty 🤩

⤷ ynstark no, you!!

user we got the arm spread and the wink, now i'm waiting for the iconic peace sign

user white stark era, white stark era, WHITE STARK ERA!!!

user the bitchfighting with her actual brother and her grid brother is EVERYTHING to me

⤷ user oh my god you're right, charles and y/n are grid!siblings...

⤷ user IM WAITING FOR DAD SEB, YOU HEAR ME I'M WAITING

starkracing Our future champion!

⤷ ynstark hehehe

user red bull has been oddly silent

⤷ user they're all trying to stop christian from committing a crime

⤷ user or drying his never ending tears

⤷ user LMAO I CAN NOT

user half of the grid in the likes... i fear y/n is becoming the it girl fr

user these comments are a goldmine

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