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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months

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pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 2.8K

warnings: thoughts/mentions of death, mention of a syringe, light panic attack. honestly should be all.

summary: you made it out safe... or did you?

A/N: ATSV SPOILERS LIKE PLEASE WATCH THE AMAZING MOVIE FIRST BEFORE READING!!!! honestly thank you for the love with spider society. it was posted as a little experiment just to see how much traction i can get if i post fics related to the media when its fresh and really popular. does about the same as my others tho more or less. i know there was more conversation in the last scene, but i liked the cliffhanger, giving you the movie TO BE CONTINUED treatment.

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spider society

the two of you were spit out by the wormhole and tumbled to the ground of a building. your suit was gaining wet spots from the puddles you rolled in and the rain pouring from the sky. you came to a stop on your back, panting through your mask as you stared at the gloomy sky. you thought for a moment that you died, not even making it out of hq. but no, the air stung your nose with the fast intakes and you were pretty sure your heart was gonna jump out of your body.

stretching an arm out to the side of you, palm touching the bumpy ground trying to find your companion. he wasn’t within reaching distance so you rolled over to your side and squinted into the neon light. “miles?” wanting to make sure your friend was safe. he didn’t call back, so you looked over the roof and found him just a few steps away.

his back was pressed to a wall, his mask was pulled off his face. his breathing was frantic and he looked to be shaking. “hey, miles.” a hand to his shoulder, but he flinched so you held it up and away. “miles, you gotta breathe. we’re safe. i need you to breathe.” doing exaggerated deep breathing and exhaling to get him to follow your rhythm.

miles fell in sync with you. he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the brick wall, hands covering his face. “we’ll be okay, miles. it’ll be okay.” needing reassurance for both of you in these dire times.

a warm sensation tingled over your arms and legs then pure hot pain hit every cell. you glitch out of reality. hands fell to the floor to keep you up as sweat gathered at your hairline while you tried slowing your heart. might not have been the best idea to rid yourself of the watch, but you didn’t want to risk miguel or anyone tracking you to miles. you didn’t even know how bad the glitching would be. if it would be slow for a while then accelerate or if you start glitching every ten minutes before you're dead within the hour.

“y/n…” miles stopped your spiraling thoughts of death. “we should- we should head to my house. it’ll be safer.”

he stood from the ground and held a hand out for you. arm feeling like lead as it fell into miles’s open palm while your legs felt like jelly. you took a moment to focus on your heartbeat, listen to the thump thump thump as it drummed in your ears. might be your last day to hear it.

“hey,” miles said over the rain. your masked eyes opening back to their bug-eyed nature. “we’ll be okay.” he repeated your words from just five minutes ago.

“yeah… we have each other.”

the two of you swung through the night. rain smacking against your body like bb-bullets. your wandering eyes took notice of the broken billboards and closed-down businesses. how there seemed to be a lot of police cars on the street, and fewer people walking the sidewalk. it didn’t seem miles noticed any of this, his swinging getting faster in speed like he was running away from something. you didn’t bother telling him to slow down, you just focused on his directions.

eventually, miles came to a stop on a building and he pushed a window open. he climbed first and you followed. you pulled your mask off to obverse the small space. his room was blanked in darkness, walls, and shelves bare of personal belongings or collectibles. it was like he had to grow up quickly, not allowing himself the chance to enjoy his childhood.

your body glitched, only briefly. second time tonight and after about thirty minutes, not too bad. it still twisted your insides, making you lightheaded and a bit clammy. you dragged yourself to miles’s bed so you don’t collapse to the floor.

“wishing you had your watch?” miles sat beside you and the bed slightly dipped.

you toyed with your fingers, “only a little. just so i’m not glitching until i die.” humor to take the edge off. a spider trait.

“you’re not gonna die.” miles grabbed the hand closest to him and held it. you stared at two gloves hands, then looked into miles’s soft pupils. he’ll probably be the last human connection you have.

“oh, miles… i don’t have a home anymore. whatever happens, is the end for me. and you know what…” fingers giving his hand a squeeze with a teary smile, “i’m okay with that. i should’ve gone a long time ago. with gwen, with my family and friends. but at least i’ll have one more night to be spidey with a new friend by my side.”

vision getting blurry and then the tear fell and you didn’t bother to wipe them away. just letting them stain your skin with the sorrow you’re trying to avoid. miles’s lips wobbled, his nose slightly scrunched as he tried to contain himself. he threw himself at you and pulled you into a tight hug, one you reciprocated with just as much hold.

“miles?” a new feminine voice entered the space. then footsteps closer to his bedroom door.

miles pulled away and rushed to find anything for a cover-up. he threw an oversized jacket into your lap and both of you managed to be normally dressed when the door was pushed open.

a woman, who you assumed was miles’s mom, walked in with a laundry basket sitting on her hip. she looked surprised when her eyes fell on you, still sitting on his bed. you gave a sheepish wave and a nervous smile, “hi, i’m y/n.”

“uh… hi. miss morales.” she still seemed unsure of your presence so you decided to make yourself scarce for now. “i’ll, uh, i’ll leave the two of you alone. nice to meet you, miss morales.”

just as you exited the room you heard her ask miles, “you took your braids out?” you didn’t think anything of it.

keeping your steps light, you curiously did some light snooping. everything looked clean, and well taken care of. in general, the apartment looked normal, but when you took a closer look something felt… off.

photos. miles said his dad was still alive, soon to be police captain in two days. yet when you look at the few pictures placed on the walls, there only seemed to be ones with miles and his mom. and if there is a photo with his dad, miles was younger with his baby face or it was a picture taken when his parents were younger.

with the creak of the door, miss morales walked out of miles room and into the dining area. miles followed just a few steps behind looking confused, he called out for her and then-

miles started to glitch.

it’s like your own heart stopped beating when you saw how his body shifted and stuttered. and then you glitched again for another second. the both of you leaned against the railing, knowing eyes staring. you were in the wrong reality with no way out.

your spidey senses started to go off like a warning signal, but you couldn’t see anything that was a possible danger. whereas miles went wide-eyed at the front door and even more so when a tall older man walked through the entrance.

“uncle aaron?” miles practically whispered. now you were even more sure this was the wrong universe. you saw miles crying over his uncle back at hq.

the older man walked over to him and held his hand out for a shake, “what's up miles?” aaron’s brows raised a bit when miles just continued to stare at him, “what? not happy to see me, little man?”

“no! no, no. sorry, just- just a bit tired.” he stuttered out an excuse. aaron seemed to buy it, but he still looked suspicious of him. eyes going to his hair, “took your braids out?”

miles unconsciously touched it, “yeah. not- not used to the feeling yet.”

his uncle hummed. then his eyes fell on you, watching you from head to toe and it made your senses flare up again. “who’s this miles?” hands fell into his jacket pockets.

miles looked at you then back to aaron, “my friend, y/n. from school. upperclassman.”

he was quiet for a minute, again just watching you as you meekly said hello. he hummed once more before walking away to where his mom disappeared.

you stepped closer to miles and tugged at his puffer with urgency. “miles we have to leave. now.” your hushed whispers said with a faint shake.

he looked out of it, disoriented. you kept tugging, whispering for him to snap out of it. by the time he did, uncle aaron was walking back to the two of you.

“miles, come on man. gotta do some errands.” he cocked his head when looking at you, “you're welcomed to join us as well, y/n. i’ll get to know one of miles… friends.” the drawl in the word crept goosebumps over your skin.

you didn’t want to leave miles, but you needed to distance yourself so you could keep an eye from afar. you know his uncle wouldn’t put him in danger. “actually, i should- my mom’s been blowing up my phone. so i- i’ll see you tomorrow, miles.” hoping he knew you weren’t leaving him behind.

“it was nice to meet you, miss morales and mr aaron.” keeping the polite act up until the door was shut on your way out. you sprinted outside and crawled up the side of the building for a vantage point.

you were crouched on the rooftop with your eyes peeking over the edge for when miles and aaron exited. though after a while you don’t see them leave the front door, but you do hear them on the rooftop door open. you scrambled away into the shadows, head popping around a corner to see the two males.

aaron walked ahead of miles with his back rigid and hands hidden in his pockets. miles followed on unsure feet, head swiveling around as he finally took notice of the destruction done to this reality. you crawled not far behind, keeping low to the ground and deep in the dark.

they came to a stop and a train roared with its blinding headlights. it lights the dark rooftop in a white glow and something caught your attention, color. bright color on the next building over and seeing the way miles reacted subtly, you knew who it was. miles’s dad was dead in this world.

spider senses went off like a blaring siren. body crouched into a defensive position as your eyes scanned the crates and trash. trying to find the lurking danger before it could get the best of you. there was some rustling, a can knocked over making you stay on high alert.

the ringing and tunnel vision wasn’t stopping and it was almost making you dizzy. with your back to the city and eyes on miles, you almost missed the body rushing at you. almost.

senses zeroed in, body moving on its instincts, your fist caught the metallic glove just inches from your face. staring back at you was a mask that was similar to one they use for spray painting. they tilted their head slightly to the right as if they were examining you. it was like you were suddenly an actual spider under a microscope, just waiting to be squashed.

they swung their other arm, this one free of gloves or claws. you stopped it with ease and gave a twist, spinning them around and pinning their arms behind their back.

“if you just let me and my friend go, this will be over. i’m not here for a fight.” hoping to be reasonable would win the day. they just fought against your hold.

you looked over your shoulder to check on miles, and he wasn’t there. neither was his uncle, they were gone. “miles!” you couldn’t help but shout in worry. focus clouded on the state of your friend, you didn’t notice your grip was slacking and how the enemy took advantage. it wasn’t until you felt a prick on your arm did you turn to the forbidding mask.

you looked down and saw as they pulled a syringe away, you stumbled backward. body glitching, longer than a second. feet hitting a fallen trash can causing you to tumble to the floor, head hitting something hard. vision blurring and limbs going heavy, you couldn’t get away as they walked closer. squatting with their elbows resting on knees, lit up purple holes burning your skin with another slow tilt of their head. and then everything went dark and quiet.

your head felt heavy like a bowling ball. the back of your neck strained from the way it fell forward. slowly like you were awakening from a deep sleep, eyes blinking to feel normal instead of weighted. you picked your head up slowly, trying to take in your surroundings. when you tried to move your arms, they were locked by your side, a heavy chain wrapped around you tight as you sat on the floor with your ankles locked together.

grunts and huffs from your mouth as you tried to get some type of friction, just a bit of space you could move your arms or hands with.

“i wouldn’t bother, kid.” a rumble within the dark room.

uncle aaron walked into the patch of light from the windows. his steps were slow, and calculated. he was playing with something in his hand and only when it was bathed in the glow of lit-up billboards did you see that it was your mask.

“look, i don’t want any trouble. neither does miles. we’re just lost.” the both of you were just kids, you older and miles younger. aaron wouldn’t hurt either of you… right?

he huffed, “yeah, well… the two of you being here… already causes trouble.” and he walked away from you and towards a punching bag.

he spun it around with a push of his palm and you saw miles strung up with the heavy chain tied around you, the tips of his toes grazing the floor. he stirred.

“miles! miles, wake up!” pleading for his attention. he shook his head and you saw how his body tensed and how his eyes widened. “miles! oh, thank goodness.” a sigh of relief.

“what’s- what’s going on?” he pushed against the chains, “why- why am i tied up?”

“i don’t know, man. why are you tied up?” aaron had his back to both of you, facing a table and messing around with something.

“look, uncle aaron, please-“

it felt like time slowed down, but you didn’t see it coming, only the result. how miles’s voice stopped in the middle of his sentence, uncle aaron spinning on his foot. a loud boom and the sound of something breaking into pieces. the sand was spat out from the seams of the bag and for a second you thought there were specks of blood… or brain.

“miles!” a scream was ripped from your throat. he can’t be dead, he can’t be dead, he just can’t be dead. the tears fell quietly.

aaron’s sadistic laugh stung your ears and you could feel the anger brewing but was pushed away. he spun the bag again and there miles was, panting, alive and scared. you began to sob uncontrollably, shoulders shaking as you bowed your head to your chest.

you can’t lose any more people.

“ah, why you crying?” “y/n, it’s- it’s okay. i’m okay, we’re gonna be okay.”

“well, we gotta let the bossman decide that.”

tears and sobs trailing off, head pulling up. you were confused. wasn’t he the boss and the person you were fighting with his goon. as you stared, you noticed movement from the corner of your eye. and those looming purple eye holes spiked your heart.

they were crouched on a beam before dropping with one hand holding the beam, then they dropped to the floor. they looked… small. way shorter than aaron, so that means they’re younger. they had a purple collar with a purple prowler marking on their shirt. regular sneakers on their feet. they caught the glove that aaron threw with ease and slipped it on then it activated making a noise.

“who are you?” miles asked when they were just a step or two away. you wanted the answer as well.

they were quiet for a moment and then the mask robotically pulled away from their face. and staring back at miles was… “i’m miles morales.” his voice was different and held more of the accent his mother carried.

his hair was pulled into two braids, the ones his mother and aaron were questioning in the apartment. he looked tired, eyes heavier. the purple lighting wrapped around him, “but you can call me, the prowler.”

a/n2: THERE WILL NOT BE ANOTHER PART!!!

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hii! Me again! Oh I loved the Miles one. Could I request another one with Miles x reader where reader is a part of a ninja clan and is the neice/nephew (GN) of the grandmaster. And reader See's Miles (before he gets bit) in trouble, maybe with some thugs, and helps him. Him and reader continue to be friends and eventually start dating. One day Miles asks to meet their family and reader is like, oh yeah sure. And he gets really freaked out because he didn't know reader was a Ninja and the reason they didn't tell him is because they thought it was obvious.

If you need a name for the clan Koga or Iga-ryu.

A/n: an interesting idea to put my mind to the test! I tweaked it a bit but here you go I hope you like it!! (Honestly I kinda don’t like the way I wrote this one I’m so so sorry if it feels rushed I really can't tell if I like it or not!) I sorta changed the plot slightly I’m sorry if that’s a problem!!

“You’re a nin-what?”

Miles Morales x gn!ninja!reader

( summary: Miles, your boyfriend of four months, has asked you to meet his parents on Sunday but your life as a ninja sorta gets in the way )

Warnings?: light swearing, mentions of fighting and bruises, Miles thinking your dad is abusive (he's not, don't worry)

!-!more under the cut!-!

“You want me to what?” “Meet my parents!” Miles smiled and took both of your hands. “Pleaseeee.” You sighed at his puppy dog eyes, dropping your head and mumbling to yourself. You felt one of Miles’ hands leave yours before he cupped your face to make you look at him. “Hey it’ll be alright, they’ll love you I promise.” You pouted and he kisses your cheek. “Plus I already sorta told them you said yes so,” Your mouth was left agape as you took a step back from him. “Miles! What the hell? What if I had something to do!” You crossed your arms. “Do you have something to do?” He asked, and there was a silence that stretched between you both. “…no.” “Exactly.”

You hadn’t lied, you really did have nothing to do that day, or so you thought. Your father, who was the leader of a ninja-esc organization known as the Koga clan, had a job for you. You accepted, because you had to and totally forgot that you were meant to have dinner at Miles’ house with his parents that same day. It didn’t even render for you until he called you in the morning and started ranting about how excited he was. Your heart dropped at the realization, you tried to get some words in to tell him you might have to reschedule but he kept cutting you off, telling you how happy he was that you and his parents can meet and about how his mom is already cooking a bunch of food. You felt so bad with every happy comment that left his mouth that by the time he stopped ranting to you and let you speak you just forced a smile he couldn’t see and told him you couldn’t wait. After hanging up you simply paced your room, unsure of how to go about this. You were meant to go to his house by five, but you just know you wouldn’t be done by then. You didn’t want to make Miles sad but you couldn’t let your father down. Still, it was unfair to your boyfriend to stand not only him up but his parents as well.

You sighed as you sat on your bed, legs bouncing as you weighed your options. Miles meant so much to you, he was there for you whenever you needed and cleaned your wounds from the fights you’d lie to him about. He just assumed you were a troublemaker seeing as the first time he met you, you seemed to be picking a fight with two guys that were two times your size. He was able to stop the thugs from beating you; you could’ve handled it yourself but he didn’t necessarily know that, plus that mission had just gone wrong at every turn so you were grateful that he stepped in. You guys were friends for so long before he confessed to you one night while cleaning an especially bad wound, and you’ve been together since.

You ran to your father to practically beg him to send someone else. When he asked why you told him that Miles had invited you over to meet his parents, your father wasn’t convinced. He told you to tell Miles you wouldn’t be able to make it, and walked right past you.

At the end of the day, you really didn’t have a choice, you’d have to complete your mission. Though, you did convince your father to start the mission an hour earlier and told Miles that you may have to push the time back from five to six or six-thirty. When he asked why you just said your strict dad had made things a bit more complicated. You said that your dad was apprehensive about you meeting his parents and Miles’ solution? Bring your dad with you! You barked out a laugh when you got that text and told him that there was no way in hell your dad would go with you.

Your mission was initially going really well, you even thought you’d be able to make it to Miles’ house on time, but of course everything had to go wrong last minute. The squad that was sent with you got ambushed leaving you completely in the dark. You still got the information even without the help of the others and were preparing to leave only to get spotted last minute and chased out the building. This entire ordeal pushed back your original exit time of 5:30pm to 6:30pm, the time you told Miles you’d show up. So now you were late and injured and annoyed, you were probably making a terrible first impression on Miles’ parents.

By the time you made it back to your father it was well past 6pm and you tried to skip over getting treatment and just rush to get dressed but your father made you sit down to be checked over. You were holding back tears as you noticed the clock. It was around 7:25 when you were able to find texts from Miles asking if you were still coming, the latest one just told you to forget about it and to just stay home. You felt awful, you didn't know how to fix this. You'd texted him back asking him to reschedule but he just left you on read. So now your walking to his house with tons of gifts and food in your hands, hoping that Miles and his family were home and open for a retry. Miles had ignored you for a whole day after and you couldn't take it anymore so you had to not only go see him but also make amends with his family. Getting up the steps of the house were harder than they should've been, not only from you being sore but also because of the weight of the boxes and bags. You placed them down and rung the doorbell, grabbing a bouquet from the top of a box. Luckily Miles was the one to open the door, his face dropping when he realized it was you.

"What do you want?" His question came out harsh and you winced as if it'd physically hit you. You held out the bouquet of flowers towards him, "Miles! I'm really sorry about Sunday! Can we just talk please?" He scoffed and was about to say more but you'd cut him off before he could. "I brought you and your family some things to make up for it." You spoke quieter than before and Miles was silent for a moment, looking at you then to the boxes, then to the bouquet.

When he finally took the flowers from your hand you'd let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "...I'll be right back." He shut the door on your face and you sat on the steps hoping that he's not just leaving you there as payback. When the door did open again it was not only Miles but also his mom. You quickly stood up and gave a sheepish wave. His mom crossed her arms and glanced at Miles before looking back at you, her mouth pressed into a thin line, it was clear now that she was waiting for you to speak. "Hi! Uhh my names Y/n, I'm Miles' partner.." You glanced at the boxes, "I'm super sorry I wasn't able to make it on Sunday my dad just made everything very complicated and in the end I couldn't really go and...you don't wanna hear me complain so." You placed a hand on the boxes and gave her an awkward half smile. "How about a do-over..? There's uhm food and also just some gifts for all of you in there, I felt really bad so I sorta went over on the buying." You heard her let out a nose laugh and your eyes immediately snapped to her face to decipher whether it was a mocking one or not. Luckily the large smile growing on her face told you all it needed to. After looking back towards the door where Miles stood with his father, who you swear wasn't there a second ago; they both gave her a nod and she turned back to you and smiled. "A do-over would be nice." You almost cried at those words but you held it back, just glad that you got a second chance.

After helping moving the boxes and bags into a space in the house you'd pulled Miles aside and asked if you could talk to him alone. He led you to his bedroom and shut the door behind you both so that you could speak more privately. "Miles, I'm so sorry I just stood you up-" Miles held up a hand in front of you to get you to stop talking, "It's fine-" "No, it's not..." You grabbed both his hands and sighed. "It's not fine at all.." A silence fell over the both of you again, only this time it was comfortable and not tension filled. You closed your eyes and took a breath. "Miles, I have something to tell you ok?" He nodded, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "The reason I wasn't able to go on Sunday was because.." You trailed off as you considered really going through with this. You're not supposed to tell anyone but this is Miles, you love and trust him and though it may seem reckless to tell him you felt as though now was the right time. "It's because of your dad right?" He added after you hadn't spoke in a while, "does he...hit...you..?"

"What?"

"What the hell! No, I'm a ninja!"

"You're a nin-what?!"

"I'm a ninja Miles! Oh my gosh what?! I cant believe you- no my dad does not hit me!" A laugh escaped your mouth, the topic being inadvertently funny to you in the moment. "Ok ok ok, backtrack," Miles crossed his arms, "did you just call yourself a ninja? Is this some sort of joke?" You shook your head, "No, my dad sent me on a mission on the same day I was supposed to meet your parents and I didn't realize until it was too late so I couldn't cancel and you just sounded so happy about it so I tried to make it work but then everything went wrong and so I was late and I got hurt so I couldn't rush over-" "You got hurt?" "yes, but that's besides the point." You placed your hands on Miles shoulders. "What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and I know this whole thing sounds like a joke but I'm serious about it ok?" Miles glanced away from you before his eyes softened and he slowly nodded. "Ok, I believe you.." You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which turned into two and then three before a knock on his door broke you both out of it. "Miles whatever you're doing in there you better stop hogging Y/n! I still want to talk to them ya know!" Miles chuckled in embarrassment before yelling to his mom that he'd be right out. He kissed you once more before leading you back to the living room. You helped his mom heat up the food properly so that you all could eat like originally planned. "I don't know exactly why you weren't able to make it here last time but I'm glad you tried again on your own." Your head snapped into the direction of Miles' mom and you smiled. "Yeah I felt really bad, I'm still sorry by the way.." You looked to the floor, "It's alright, you're here now." The conversation lulled off again for a while. "Take care of him." She smiled and continued when you gave her a confused look. "Miles of course, you may be his lover but I'm still his mother and I'd like to know that he'll be safe out there." You gave her a determined nod, "I promise I care too much to let anything happen to him. I'll keep him out of trouble don't worry!" She chuckled at your sudden enthusiasm but nodded. "Good."

The rest of your night consisted of eating dinner with Miles and his family, having his dad slip in sly parental threats into almost every sentence which would be followed by Miles groaning out of embarrassment or Miles' mom scolding, or agreeing with, her husband, All in all, it was a good night in your opinion and you were super glad to have this second chance.

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teaaagan · 6 months

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Hug

Y/N: Do you need a hug?

Natasha, upset: WHAT DO YOU THINK??

Natasha: *Storms off*

Y/N:

Natasha, coming back: Yes please, I’m sorry

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esmerxyaugusta · 3 months

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y/n: *lying on the floor*

nat: *walks by*

nat: what are you doing?

y/n: im wounded *pretends to die*

nat: what hurt you?

y/n: im wounded by love *coming back from the dead then dies again*

#source: unknown #marvel #incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel cinematic universe #y/n #gn reader #natasha romanov #natasha #natasha x reader #nat #avengers #black widow incorrect quote

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pastelclovds · 9 months

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drooling over the thought of eddie shyly riding you in a public bathroom stall. eddie and yourself were having lunch in a diner that had recently opened around. and you had the bright idea of dragging eddie to a cramped stall after you had repeatedly groped him into full hardness under the table. eddie holds onto the stall door like a life line while he bounces on your lap, biting his lip to muffle his moans and cries while doing so. eddie's riding is slow and cautious, he wants to reach his climax so badly. but his paranoia prevents him from going at the pace he wants to go. he tells himself that this is so embarrassing, you two shouldn't be doing this here, and what if someone comes in? "stop worrying about nobodies, let them hear us. let our pretty spider use us. i know you can go harder than that," venom growls inside eddie's head, "n-no, wait venom- ah!" eddie tries to protest, but it's in vain as venom suddenly controls eddie's body to move his hips faster against your cock.

you chuckle under your palm as you witness eddie fucking himself dumb, though you also notice that it seemed controlled and robotic. "you're so greedy, venom. i'm not complaining, though." the symbiote groans after hearing your words and rides you faster. eddie is too lost in the pleasure to notice that someone has entered the bathroom, but they stopped walking when they heard the sounds of furious skin on skin slapping and eddie's pathetic moans. your identities were hidden behind the stall walls, so you couldn’t care less who listened. you cursed under your breath as you pulled eddie's hips down and spilled inside his ass to the brim. eddie and venom let out pleasurable noises in sync before coming all over the stall door. you heard footsteps running out of the bathroom as you catch your breath. venom lets out a shaky sigh before suggesting for a round two to eddie, to which eddie said hell no.

(i decided to be horny at 11:36 PM)

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diaryoflife · 3 months

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Y/N: Just realized there’s nothing stopping me from drinking a lava lamp.

*Natasha sighs and hits the back of Y/N’s head whilst the team laughs*

#comfort character #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff #natalia alianovna romanova #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader

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lifespectator · 2 months

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Punk Nun

Power bottom nun!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…

Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.

A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.

Who would have thought?

"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.

That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.

It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'

A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.

"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.

A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.

It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.

Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.

"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.

"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.

"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.

Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.

"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."

You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.

You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.

"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.

You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.

She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.

You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.

"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.

When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.

Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.

"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.

"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.

"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.

You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.

Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.

You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.

You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.

"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.

Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.

You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.

"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.

Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.

"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.

Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.

You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.

The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.

"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.

You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.

The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.

You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.

"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.

"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."

Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.

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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — I thought that this idea would be my smut ice breaker after it popped into my head when listening to some music. I have written smut before but it's been a while, especially in a form for others to read; so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. This isn't exactly tied to anything particular regarding either Habits or Convict, but you may interpret this x reader however you wish. Have fun with the oneshot! I've tried to keep this as both descriptive and gender neutral as possible, but it may not be as on par with people who have become well accustomed to writing gn smut.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

READER DISCRETION — Enemies to lovers trope — profanity — wounded reader, mention of scars and blood — semi dom! Wanda and sub! reader & reversal — smut 18+, minors DNI** — angry/aggressive sex — dry humping — bondage — hinted breeding kink — semi-clothed sex — fingering and mouth oral receiving (Wanda recieving) — Wanda is just a tease to reader — maybe dubious consent? (I feel like I should put this in here, just to be safe) — minor choking — talk of marking — potential grammar and punctuation errors — I think that's it?

SUMMARY — Of course this had to happen right before this mission. Wanda Maximoff had to pry inside your mind, searching for who knows what, the little witch did this to you. And now you will cash in on your promise - your one and only warning to her if she ever fucked with your mind: that you'll be a wolf at her door. Little do you know that you're a wolf walking into a trap.

‘Fucking dammit!’

You cringe to hide the snarl snaking up your throat, your palm harshly pressing into the bullet wound at your shoulder. A real fucking close call this time and all because of her. Yes, everything would have been fine had Wanda not pried into your mind, invaded the personal sanctity of your thoughts.

But no. No, she had to just take a little peek didn’t she? And because of that, your mind was elsewhere - distracted - and your cover was blown before you could get the information you needed. In short, the mission was a complete fucking bust. Your report will undoubtedly be met by less than impressed superiors. When they brought you on, they expected the job done.

It was your way to operate. You always got the job done successfully. Has Wanda purposely sabotaged you? Is that her goal?

You’re planning to confront her on the matter right now. You had stumbled all the way back to the compound because the car you took there was blown to pieces when you were compromised. Tony wasn’t going to be very pleased about that either. Shit, it’s like she’s trying to get everyone against you.

‘Who does she think she is? Fucking me over like this!’

You enter the compound, the main level vacant except the night shift receptionist. She glances up at you and the sheer gasp of horror from her, you point a finger at her. “I’m fucking fine,” you snarl as you strut past her. Your hand leaves your shoulder to the large cut across your stomach. You allow a pained whimper to escape when you enter the privacy of the elevator to take you up to your chosen floor.

Your ears ring in the deafening silence, breath fast paced and light. The wounds were of no dire measure to pay a trip to the medical ward. They only fuelled your anger towards Wanda. Ever since you first joined the team, Wanda always had a way to test your limits and push your buttons.

It was just a common sight to see you both butting heads, whether that was during missions or at the compound. You both were always at each other, hackles raised and snarky comments. Of course, what was your conflict but a cover up to fatal attraction? That was the running theory of your fellow teammates, anyway. Never would you admit anything to them in any case.

Wanda was a pain in your arse as much as you were a mongrel to her.

Ah, that word: mongrel. Wanda favoured the use of that word for you. It was her name for you. The way you feel the fur beneath your skin bristle each time she calls you that is the reason why you now have to wear a shock collar. Anytime that the device would detect your body’s indicating factors of shifting, the shock would startle you and evade the transformation.

Was it humane? No, not really. But did it give Wanda the power to only torment you further without repercussions? You fucking bet it did.

The elevator pings and the doors open with a faint whoosh as you arrive on your floor. You immediately make your way towards her dormitory, which by incident, is temporarily yours as well.

There was a small situation last week that left your own dormitory in such a wreck that Tony had you bunk with Wanda until he could fix and reinstate stronger materials to withstand your rage episodes.

And you have only one person to blame for that particular incident.

Your fist pounds on the door enough to shake it against the hinges. Your key didn’t work. She had the security chain engaged to keep you out. You can hear her inside, her voice is soft and fuck, if it didn’t aggravate you anymore than you already were it surely made something in your abdomen twitch and churn.

‘That little–’

“Wanda!” you bark behind bared teeth, fangs pronounced in the mix of your frustration, you pound on the door again. “Open this fucking door, now!”

After a moment, and she was taking her time, you can hear the leisurely patter of her feet as she opens the door for you. She stands before you and the scent hits you. For a few seconds it disorientates you, you huff to regain control of your senses.

“You fucking bitch,” you rasp, voice laced with your utter disdain for the woman who stood in your way; blocking your path.

Her eyes were smirking first before the corner of her lips twitched into position. “How was the mission, mongrel?”

“A bust, thanks to you.” You growl down at her as you brush beside her to let yourself in. She closes and locks the door.

“Why’d you do it, Wanda?” You watch her as she walks past you. When she doesn’t answer, you snatch hold of her wrist as you ask her again, tone far more venomous than before.

“I didn’t do anything.” She pulls her wrist from your grip and continues on her merry way.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, witch! You did it on purpose, I know you did.” You point at her accusingly, the shake in your arm causes a streak of pain to shoot through your shoulder and you yelp. You press a blood stained glove to it again, teeth clenched hard that your jaw flexes.

Wanda holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Right, blame me, of course that’s the logical thing to do. You just can’t admit that you failed to do the job.”

That’s struck a deep nerve because you’re pulled away from your original plan to grab a glass and your whiskey and head for the shower. Instead, you engage Wanda. Your hands encircle her wrists and the entirety of your body pins her against the back of the couch.

The aftershock of the collar is a distant sting in the heat of the moment. Wanda is close, so close against you that with a breathy intake of air, her breasts push up into your ribcage. She eyes the vibrant hue of your glowing eyes.

Still, she silently denies she had anything to do with it. Did she do it on purpose? You have to know.

“You– you read my fucking mind, Maximoff!” you hiss your accusation, “I told you to keep your magic away from there, but no, you had to go poking around.”

Your hands move to grip her forearms and for the first time ever, she flinches. Your breath hitches in your throat and the glow dissipates from your eyes.

There was much more you wanted to say. But the way her body flinched beneath your iron grip, how for a sliver of a second you swear you saw the ember of fear. Did you really scare her?

But then why did she smell like that?

‘Fuck, she smells like…’

With a deep breath through your nose, you lean forward until your lips brush the shell of her ear. “Stay out of my head, Maximoff.”

‘No.’

The glow returns to your eyes and the urge to shift right there crawls beneath, it feels like your skin is on fire. The collar whirrs in warning to keep your transformation at bay, lest you need another shocking reminder.

“Wanda–”

“So you’re really going to ignore the fact you heard me moaning your name before?” You hear the challenge in her light, accented voice.

The animalistic growl in your throat ceases immediately, eyes wide and despite your dominating position, you feel like the one under her. She smirks again. “Come on, what’s wrong?”

She arches her neck - baring it to you - as she tries to press her lips to your own ear. She whispers with a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to mark me anymore, Wolf?”

Now it was your turn to be the one that flinches. Why is she doing this?

You retract yourself swiftly as if she caused you some semblance of physical pain that made you release her. In some form, she did. That pang of arousal deep within you begins to awaken and you don’t like the smug look on her face as she sits herself up.

She tries to act cute and innocent when she is anything but that. But her eyes compel you with the flutter of her dark lashes. Was she casting a spell on you?

You back off slowly, eyes trained on her as she takes one step forward. Then another. And another few after that. You watch her hand gingerly play with the tight knot of her short, silky bathrobe. Only now did you realise exactly how short it was on her, the hem of it grazing just above the middle of her thighs. No wonder her scent was so strong, there were barely any layers to conceal it.

She wanted this to happen.

“You know what they say about us,” she tries but you’re quick to shut it down. “There is nothing between us.” Your conviction is absolute on the matter. Even if there was a hint of attraction towards the woman in front of you, surely the others would have something to say about it; all of which would disapprove. You’d not gained a wisdom linking you to your supposed mate which gave you ample opportunity to sleep with whoever and however many you wanted.

But you never did. You continue to stare at Wanda, unblinking with a narrowed gaze. She shakes her head. Of course, she isn’t going to take your word for it easily. No, like always, she would fight you over it.

“But you want there to be.” She sounds so sure of herself. She is still stalking towards you. When did you become a prey and her the hunter? You give no response and this only gives her more power to do as she sees fit.

“If it weren’t for that collar around your neck, you would have me bent over the couch right now.” You hold a hand out as you call for her to stop. She halts in her advance, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. She flutters those lashes again and your breath feels heavy, swollen because of your conflicted arousal and confusion.

“That is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I said stop,” you warn, slowly lowering your hand, “whatever you’re playing at right now, I want no part.” You see her lips fall open as she offers a toothy grin. “I’m just trying to understand why you fight this.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” you say quickly with a shake of your head. “No?” she purrs lowly with a quirk of her brow. Shrugging, she raises a hand up. “Then you won’t fight this.”

The ambient glow of her magic orbits around her hand as she swipes her arm to the side. Your brows furrow and mouth falls agape, the clicking of your belt looped around your tactical pants is quick before the strap of leather is flying to the side, to some forgotten corner of the common area.

Your eyes that bore witness to your belt coming undone fly up to meet Wanda’s, a protest on the tip of your tongue, you’re stopped short when you’re knocked back. Your arse, which you expect to get planted on the floor, is instead caught by one of the dining table’s chairs. Your arms are restrained by her magic to keep them pinned behind you.

“W-Wanda, what are you–”

She shushes you while she catches up to you, her steps slow and methodical. Her stare penetrates the darkest recess of your soul and you recoil beneath it. The pain of your wounds as they begin their process of healing are long forgotten now. You have other things to worry about, how much Wanda actually knows about you and what she intends to do with you.

“I want you to admit it,” she hums in a low whisper that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. She was playing on your fantasies. The fucking witch.

“Admit what?” You force the words out through the biting of your clenched jaws.

“That there is something between us. That each time we fight it’s because we’re denying that attraction. That the wolf needs me to satiate its appetite because we both know I am the only thing that can.”

Wanda stands between the gap of your spread legs, she swipes her hand quickly and the lapels of your coat and tactical vest are torn open by the will of her magic. You exhale sharply, a growl pulling through your teeth as you glare at Wanda between the narrowed slits of your eyes. She drinks in the sight of your bare chest before her, the way each of the muscles flex beneath the skin, the heat of your body practically rising off your skin like hot springs. The red streaks of blood from your wound peeking out just beneath the fabric of your gear.

“Wanda.” You’re panting now, anger turned into the vulnerability that was your aroused state of mind.

That was why you never gave into those temptations. Why you dismiss that flirtatious bartender at every turn whenever she sees you in that bar, why those who have asked for your number, you give them either the number of some Chinese takeout restaurant or even one of your teammates.

The threat of such vulnerability and intimacy was too great of a target on your back. She moves to straddle your lap, hands pressed to your exposed chest.

“Admit it,” she says again and you snarl at her. “Never! There’s nothing to admit!”

She giggles then and rolls her hips forward and down against your crotch.

“F-fuck!” you stutter, your arms and chest strain forward but Wanda has you contained. Trapped. Like some common dog. A mongrel.

“Still nothing between us?” she asks, voice laden with a soft whimper, her purpose is to make you crack; to give in and admit to everything she knows. As if lying would spurn her when she knows the truth.

Why does she want you to admit it so badly? Because she wants to torment you, it’s so simple.

“N-no,” you grunt only to hiss beneath your breath when she rolls her hips again, this time with more pressure. You swear you feel the pulsing of her clit against the coarse fabric of your pants.

You do all you can to refrain from bucking your hips or else you were done for.

“So you mean to tell me that you haven’t fantasised about…,” she trails off with a pout of her lips, feigning that innocent look of contemplation. “For fuck’s sake,” you drawl as your head falls back.

She’s killing you. Slowly but surely she is killing you.

She continues, “being out here in the kitchen, late at night, drinking your whiskey alone before I come out here in a short, little bathrobe…”

‘Oh… fuck.’

That was a recent fantasy.

Her fingers drag down the ravine of your heated skin on show for her to then fiddle with the two threads that held her bathrobe together. “Wearing this?” You shouldn’t have looked but fucking hell, you were always the a little too curious for your own good.

She’s tugged the knot loose and lets the silky fabric roll off her shoulders and down to her elbows. If this was all to be considered as some strange, aroused induced coincidence then that is out the window now. Because there is no fucking way she knew to pick a lingerie set in your favourite colour.

You tilt your chin toward her only slightly and let your glowing eyes take in her form. The moment she arches her neck the slightest is when you lose it.

You lunge your neck forward, your canines bared and at the ready to mark the junction between neck and shoulder, to litter her neck with dark bruises so she wouldn’t be able to hide them. But you’re stopped short yet again in your advance. Her magic prevents you, mere inches away. To top it all off, she chuckles.

She’s cracked you.

You growl, the sound husky and deep in your chest.

“Fucking– let me–” Your muscles strain and flex as you fight the barrier of her magic to no avail. She tuts you softly, moving herself slightly forward so that her arms push her breasts up to elevate her cleavage to become more pronounced. Damn her. She continues to roll her hips in a slowed motion, riding you out into your confession.

“Shall I continue?”

“No!” The single word sends a thrilling chill down her spine. “Then admit it.”

“No,” you answer again, this time with a more levelled tone.

Her fingers move to the fly of your pants as you let out a confused whine as she loosens them slightly. Her palm presses flush against the junction between your thighs and you moan. And that sound is the most exquisite sound Wanda has ever heard you make. For a battle-hardened wolf, wild and untamed and a proven danger to the public, nobody would suspect that you were capable of such noises. But Wanda knew.

Her palm is small in comparison to you, and as much force as she uses now there is a level of delicacy she retains. Your resolve is crumbling quickly. You jolt forward again with your mouth ajar to mark her but she stops you and arches back.

“Let me have you!”

“I’ll let you have me, play out all your little fantasies with me. But I want you to indulge in mine, first. So… admit it and I’m all yours.”

Was she fucking serious? This is her fantasy? Well, you never expected her to be into something like this. “Ah, fuck…” She hears your mumbling, any moment now you are about to surrender.

She just needs to push that last little bit.

“Just think about it, Wolf,” she whispers, lips dancing over yours, one of her hands placing a single finger between your lips to keep them from meeting. “I’m all yours if you just say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can have your little midnight snack right here. You can have me over the couch, in the shower and in your bed until the tousled sheets smell of nothing but sex.”

Fuck, where did she learn to talk so filthy?

“I can’t,” you say behind a heavy pant. She whines quietly in your ear as her other hand that’s palming you stops, but her hips continue to roll against that sensitive region. At this point, you’re chasing your climax right there. Who knows if she will keep to her word after she indulges in her twisted fantasy.

You shift your eyes to watch her hand that rests between your bodies and you almost lose yourself to your high. Her hand dips beneath the lacey fabric of her lingerie, her fingers sliding over her folds and thumb rolling her clit in circles; all of which is left to the beauty of your imagination.

“Wanda, don’t test me!” Your words are a command; a warning that she doesn’t heed. “But this is a test.” Your brows furrow, confusion etched into your face. “To see if you can be broken in.”

Was that all you were to her? Something to be broken in?

She begins to make those sounds again. The same chorus of moans and pleas with your name as a choked gasp on the edge of her vocals. You overheard her masturbating when you first banged on the door to be let in.

And she was doing it to the thought of you.

“Wanda!” you hiss, your hips finally buck up to meet the hunger of her own that roll with such fervour, you believe she was so close to getting off right there in your lap. “Y/N, oh f-fuck, Y/N!” she gasps out, “right there, just like that– oh shit!”

“Fuck, I admit it!”

Everything stops all at once and your chest heaves numerous times. The air is thick to your lungs and each intake makes you feel like you’re drowning more than anything. Wanda stares at you, silently, her eyes searching yours when you finally look back at her beneath that wolfish glare. How that stare made her wet in her panties every time.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You scowl at her teasing words. The moment you feel her magic cease is when you pin her against the dining table behind her. She props herself up on her elbows, the loose fabric of her robe still clinging to her form but she was exposed in that cute lingerie set.

Like a hungry wolf, your tongue licks over your teeth and along the top of your lips. You groan as her aroused scent wafts up, the smell irresistible.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” She chuckles beneath her airy breaths. “It was the only way to get you to confess.”

Your hand clasps hold of her throat. Oh, how you love the look of fear and lust on her face all at once. It was a sight only you would get to see. “And I have a million ways to ruin you,” you growl lowly, “now you’re in my fantasy, Maximoff and if you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into by letting the wolf at your door inside, then you know I’m always rough.”

“I’m counting on it,” she wheezes behind the firm pressure you apply to her throat. “Good. Now keep them spread, Maximoff or you’ll learn what rough is real quick.”

She does as you say and spreads her legs open and you sink to your knees, even then given your height difference, you are at perfect level with her soaked cunt, the large, dark patch evident of how badly she wanted this all along. This whole time.

Your clawed fingers none too gently rip the panties aside, fabric tearing from the sheer force of it. Wanda’s hands find themselves clenching fistfuls of your hair, tugging you in closer with a needy whimper of your name.

Her legs hook over your shoulders, mewling when you pepper her inner thighs with kisses and playful bites with your sharp canines, a rumble of a groan reverberating between her legs causes her to quiver. “Y/N, please!” she pleads.

“Ooh, what’s this?” you chuckle, “don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll give you a taste.”

You slide a finger past her slick folds, her walls tighten around your single digit. You groan when her moan makes her pussy clench your finger tighter. “Shit, Wanda, I’ve barely done a thing yet.”

“Then do something!” she hisses and you give her that same, wolfish glare. “D-don’t look at me like– ahh!”

She is at your mercy now when you begin thrusting your finger back and forth, soon adding another two through the folds. She whines and moans, cursing your name and praising your work. When you pull your now slick covered fingers from her pussy, she tries to protest but the replacement is swift; and in her lust-ridden opinion, far better. Her eyes roll back and she lays flat on her back against the table as your tongue laps at her cunt, tip teasing the bud of nerves. You growl again and fuck, if she didn’t make the sexiest, neediest sound ever at that. You continue with what’s working at getting your little witch off. Her breath comes in short pants and her legs quiver as they move to circle around your head. Her fingers curl tighter against your roots as she chokes out, “I-I’m cum–cumming!”

You purr against the flood of her orgasm, lapping her divine juices up with your tongue. She breathes heavily for a moment in regaining her composure. You pull your head, albeit, struggling to pry her hands and legs from around you, you crash your lips against hers. The kiss is passionate, fuelled by hunger shared by both parties. Her mouth invites you and you gladly force your tongue past her parted lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

You rut your hips between her still spread legs and they envelop you, encouraging the rocking motion with eagerness. “I still fucking hate that you read my mind and all,” you mumble into the kiss.

‘Even when I say that I've also thought about carrying your pups?’

Your smirk with a coarse chuckle, dark in its intentions and your eyes glow that colour that brings Wanda to her knees. “Naughty witch, don’t test me there. Those will be my pups you're swollen with.”

She tilts her head again but this time, you see no intent to tease in her eyes. No intent to…

“This isn’t a test.”

Fucking hell, that wolfish smirk of yours could make anyone wet at the drop of a hat. Too bad for others, because Wanda had you wrapped around her witchy, little finger that danced with magic.

Magic that just so happens to unlock the shackle around your neck. Well, the wolf at the door is now off its chain.

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scarletts-scribbles · 4 months

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Hold Your Breath

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: First fic so be gentle with me! Just some fluff :)

⁀➷ Summary: You make sure Nat knows her scars are nothing to be ashamed of.

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“Come on, this water’s amazing.” You smiled widely as you let yourself fall backwards, the water holding you tightly as you floated gently on the surface.

You loved to swim. You’d swam since being young, an outlet for your stress. It was a way to train, a way to relax, somewhere to unwind. So, to say you were excited when Natasha had finally agreed to come along with you this time was an understatement.

Of course, you’d asked her before, using both the excuse of training and quality time. She’d never really jumped at the opportunity before, and you’d just simply presumed she wasn’t overly fond of the water - you wouldn’t hold it against her given her past. 

It’s why you’d chosen Stark’s roof-top pool in the first place. It was private, secluded. A trusted place to let her guard down. It was a hot day, the rays of the sun danced on the water's surface, and you found yourself running into the pool the second you threw your towel aside. A child-like excitement coming over you at the contact of the cold water.

“You coming in Natty?” You swam over to the side, treading water as you asked her to join you again. You’d asked earlier but she had been a little slow to reply and you figured she just wanted to adjust to the setting, so you didn’t complain when she made herself comfortable on one of the loungers by the poolside. 

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded and she stood up. Yet she hesitated at the water's edge, her eyes flickering nervously down toward the swimsuit she wore beneath her robe. Her hands lingered on the belt to undo it, her fingers fidgeting with the silk fabric.

You knew that beneath the composed exterior she always wore, there was a vulnerability she rarely exposed. She could see it in her the way she bit the corner of her lip, her eyes staring at you in a silent apology.

“‘Tasha…” You began, pulling yourself out of the water, your wet hand coming to cup the redhead’s cheek, “You know I love every part of you.”

You whispered, gently helping her undo the knot, the silk fabric falling slowly down her shoulders revealing her soft skin. Soft skin, which was broken up by jagged scars, some were old, some new. Memories of past battles and missions alike. They were part of her. They were her. And you meant what you said, you loved every part of her.

Your fingers came to gently trace along the lines, slowly moving down as more of the robe relaxed and fell. “You’re beautiful.” 

Natasha’s anxious eyes softened as she took in your words, her hand coming to find your own. She took a deep breath, trying to embrace vulnerability, “They’re not pretty.” 

“Every part of you is pretty.” You murmured against her neck, littering her skin in gentle kisses, “You don’t ever need to feel ashamed of these. They all tell stories, they’re part of you, you don’t ever need to hide them around me.” Her robe fell to the floor as you finished, she smiled, her lips coming to meet yours as she pulled you closer towards her.

“You’re my whole world y’know that.” Natasha blushed as she pulled away from you, holding the way of your wet hair as she kept your foreheads pressed together.

“And you’re mine too.” You looked down at her hand in your own, bringing it up to kiss her palm before stepping back to admire her stunning black bathing suit, her flawless body never failing to make you swoon.

You turned your back to the water, keeping her hand in yours as you slowly lowered yourself back down into the pool, “Come on, let’s go enjoy the water baby.”

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scarletlizzard · 2 months

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Can't get emo!Wanda out of my head today.

How she would treat you so differently than everyone else, especially behind closed doors. She would laugh at all your ridiculous jokes and blush like crazy. She would love spending time with you in your room because it smells like you and it comforts her.

The two of you would stay up so late watching her favorite sitcoms over and over, just cuddling and holding hands. You love to play with the rings she wears on her fingers, and each day you would pick a different one to call your favorite.

When no one is around she teaches you to cook her favorite Sokovian dishes in the kitchen, telling you all the secrets in the recipes and blushing so hard when you tell her how amazing it tastes and that she's an amazing cook.

She would be the best listener ever. Wanda loves to just listen to your voice, obsessed with the sound of it. You think she's just watching you as you talk, until a week later she brings up a small detail from the conversation you had.

Wanda totally paints your nails for you.

You sit in your bed, back to the headboard. She sits in your lap, with her skirt bunched up on her thighs as her hand grabs yours. You watch her tongue sit between her teeth as she concentrates.

"Would you stop moving so much?" She jokes, and if you didn't know her so well, you wouldn't have understood what she said because around you she speaks so comfortably her accent flows, coming out thick.

"How am I supposed to sit still when the prettiest girl in the world is sitting in my lap?" You say with a serious expression. Wanda blushes, and you just might die because of it.

"Hold still," she says softer, with a laugh escaping her lips. Her green eyes flicking up to you for only a second. You don't miss the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

You're silent only for a moment as she dips the brush into the polish again.

"You're so cute when you blush," you chuckle and watch as her cheeks get darker. Her grip on your hand gets tighter as she puts on another coat of polish.

"You're so annoying," Wanda groans and rolls her eyes, but you can see the smile growing wider on her lips.

She would paint your nails whatever color you wanted, but would leave your ring finger empty. That fingernail she would paint the color she wore on her own nails. Wanda would paint hers the same way, making sure to match.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 4 months

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a little some-some for christmas. happy holidays🎄 divider @firefly-graphics

peter parker x gn!reader

🎧 all i want for christmas is you / underneath the tree / last christmas

the daily bugle holiday party was rather festive. you’d think with having jameson as your boss he would be a scrounge during the holidays, but he was cracking jokes and showing family pictures to anyone interested. it was a bit freaky seeing this one eighty personality, but it was nice knowing he actually was human under that dictator exterior.

“if spider-man was to be mentioned, i bet he’ll immediately go into a ‘menace to society’ rant.” peter joked while taking sips of his eggnog, face scrunching at the splashes of alcohol.

you chuckled at the jab, “bet five dollars he’ll be his biggest fan once the alcohol grows.”

peter grinned as he leaned his shoulder into the wall to face you, “okay, but no interfering. has to come naturally from someone else or jameson himself. both lose if nothing happens by the end of the party.”

switching the cup to your other hand, you smirk up at peter as you shake hands, “you're on parker.”

turning back to the party, thumping your feet and bopping your head to the christmas tunes, you lean into peter. “favorite christmas song?” tilting your attention on him.

his mouth screwed up in thought, eyes squinting into the distance, “probably… the classic one.” being vague in his answer.

a roll of your eyes, “yeah, that narrows it down to nothing. most of them are classics. come on, don’t hide this small thing from me. i won’t make fun of your taste.” leaning off the wall and standing directly in front of him now.

“you seem really interested in a simple answer.” quirking a busy brow. you shrug dramatically, “cause it’s super important! duh doy!”

that bubbly, boyish laugh spilled from peter with a shake of his shoulders. it was your favorite song, no matter the season. “well now i’m worried you will judge my choice.”

you waved away the simple worry, “no, no. probably just confused.” reaching a hand to his bicep and squeezing. flashing that teasing smile that gets his heart racing.

“well if it’s so important, why don’t you share first. favorite christmas song oh wise one?” moving his left hand to tuck bits of hair behind your right ear. eyes watching each other while cheeks grow warm.

a inhale through your nose, “honestly a tie between last christmas by wham! or underneath the tree by the queen kelly clarkson. would listen to them anytime of year.” eyes nervously observing peter’s pretty face.

“you next. what’s the classic christmas song peter benjamin parker loves?” the twinkling string lights added a sparkle to his warm brown eyes. you could melt into a puddle.

he then dipped his head away. peter’s gaze was focused into his draining cup, bits of curls falling to his forehead. you had to restrain yourself from pushing them back and letting your digits card from the strands.

“i- i feel my answer isn’t that important. like i celebrate hanukkah and christmas. plus! plus, they need to make songs for the other holidays. we have that animated adam sandler movie and the futurama song.” joking to avoid giving his answer, which you thought was a little worrying.

you reached out and took ahold of his hand to give a reassuring squeeze. “pete, it’s really not that big a deal. was just joking and i wouldn’t actually judge-“

“all i want for christmas is you.” peter blurted out while you talked.

if you were drinking there would’ve been a spit take, mouth and nose. blinking a few times with your mouth opening and closing, processing and trying to say something.

“my christmas song.” peter rushes to clarify. it would be a lie if you said that didn’t bother you.

“right. yeah, an awesome go to song. was- was thinking the same thing, but thought best of it.” playing off your ‘bout of sadness. “i’m- i’m gonna get a refill and snacks. what anything? wanna join?” hoping for both a yes and no.

“i’m- i’m good. i’ll- i’ll save our spot.” and with that you scurried away in the packed office towards the red table cloth housing all the refreshments. needing just a few minutes away from peter after that moment.

with a paper plate filled with some sugar cookies, homemade brownies and a few pieces of fruit, with a new cup of soda you hid yourself in a shadowed corner. eyes bouncing from person to person, observing how jennifer in editing was interacting with jonathan from the film crew- definitely a thing outside the office- you figured it’s been long enough to rejoin peter at his side.

dumping your trash and weaving through the bodies you almost bumped into one before they stopped in front of you with their hands hovering over your biceps.

“i was getting worried,” peter declared with a shakey smile. his arms dropped from the air, fingers grazing your knuckles.

“nothing to worry about peter. the green goblin doesn’t work here, just some cutthroat journalist.” brushing his panic away.

peter chuckled while rubbing a palm into his neck, “you never know. nancy’s got that deadly stare if you get on her bad side.” “and that’s why i bring her a breakfast sandwich on wednesdays.”

he nodded, “very smart,” then looked over his shoulder, “wanna move somewhere less crowded? getting a bit overheated.”

“lead the way, parker.” and then peter linked his right into your left, guiding you through the desk and towards the front of the office layout. jackie on karaoke was just a bit faint now, thankfully.

“i- i’m sorry about earlier.” peter quietly spoke. a small jut of your chin to see him a bit better, eyes watchful and gentle. “there’s nothing to be so-“

“all i want for christmas is you, that’s true. i- i just rushed to add the second part, cause i- i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or- or something. but then when you were gone for almost five minutes i knew i upset you and i never want to upset-“

“pete, peter.” setting a hand to his red sweater clad chest and taking a step closer. he had a soft doe eye happening and it softened your insides. “i wanna change my answer.”

“okay…�� a pinch to the middle of his brow.

“all i want for christmas is you. my holiday classic.” speaking the title slowly and dripping in your oowey gooey emotions for the photographer standing before you.

peter’s mouth opened and then, “what?”

you had to resist the eye roll so you tried a different more complicated tactic. “last christmas i gave my heart to someone undeserving of it. so this year to save me from tears i’m giving it towards someone special.” squeezing your linked hands for emphasis.

trying to be romantic towards a smart yet oblivious guy is really hard. “peter, please tell me you understood that or i will walk away. and then i will come back to tell you straight forward.”

he was silent, you could see the gears turning behind his eyes. picking apart and understanding each word and the whole meaning. you almost wanted to just start singing the lyrics if that would help more.

“peter…” “no! no i- i got it! you- you like me too?” ending it off in a question.

a sigh with a simple smile, “yes peter. i like you too.”

“okay, awesome!” he looked like a boy who was gifted the best present. bring your joined hand up peter pressed two kisses along your knuckles then grabbed your other hand and swung them between your bodies. sugarplum fairies danced in your belly.

“do you… maybe wanna get something to eat? actual food not just sweets. or- or some other time, whenever you’re free really.” peter tripped over his words but landed upright.

you couldn’t help the airy giggle from slipping free. “asking me on a date already? are you trying to beat some new year resolutions?” shuffling closer into peter’s space.

“maybe…” his eyeline sitting over your shoulder for a moment before drifting onto your multicolored face. “would that be okay?” always the gentleman.

“more than okay.” your eyes tracing over all the details that make up peter parker before noticing something attached to the ceiling.

the surround chatter has faded and died out, just the two of you in your bubble. “hey, pete…” “yeah?” “look up.”

your eyes dropped to see peter was just staring at you with a confused look so your placed a finger under his chin and forced his head up, your own following second.

tied to a fishing string hung a fresh bundle of holly. “oh.” was all peter said then continued with, “kinda weird to have holly at a work party.”

“true, but it’s a traditional christmas plant. and we’re standing under it…” trailing off to wait for peter’s response of the situation.

“well…” bringing his head down and releasing your hand so he could slowly hold his to hover over your cheeks, “if you’re okay with keeping the tradition…”

fingers knotting into the wool of peter’s knit sweater and pushing onto the tips of your toes, “more than okay, peter.” and leaning in first to seal the confirmation.

a sigh of relief once peter cupped your cheeks and held you close. it was a small, simple kiss- one that was completely appropriate for a work setting. you could picture the scene playing in a holiday rom-com, an added kick of your feet for flair.

a quick peck after the smooch and you leaned away from peter and back on your feet. “i know a diner on fifty-eighth. wanna go?”

“lead the way, oh wise one.” and peter let you take his hand to drag him behind you as you both gathered your belongings.

“enjoy your night.” emma, one of your coworker friend, wiggled her brows in a suggestive manner and you just pushed her shoulder in annoyance.

you rejoined with peter and started to head out until you stopped short and shook his arm, “oh! oh we forgot!” “forgot wh-“

“you know, that- that spider isn’t- isn’t so b- bad.” a slurring j john jameson heard over the high notes of mariah carey.

“buy me a milkshake and we’re even.” “deal.”

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dxxdhood · 4 months

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convince me

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.

tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader

wc: 1.2k

“Babe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.”

“Excellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?”

“Can’t, my tagline doesn’t transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying you’re the fanfic writer who’s horny.”

He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. It’s probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or it’s all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.

“Wait for me in bed, alright?” you say.

“Oh?” Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. “Is this little cutie planning something?”

“Yeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,” you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. “Find us a good movie to watch while I’m out.”

To nobody’s surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.

“Nobody can get into that position,” your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times.

You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. “Well, in the words of Clue 1985,” he runs a scarred hand down your waist. “Sure, they can. Let me show you.”

He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone.

“Wade!” you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.

He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like you’ll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums.

You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.

The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.

He giggles, watching you wriggle around. “Hold your horses there, cutie. We’re not even at the good part yet.”

Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You’re so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when he’s usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.

His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.

“Good baby, such a good slut for me,” he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.

“What? Where’d you even–” you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened.

He taps the front pocket of his pants, “Never leave home without it.” Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!

He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isn’t making you lose your mind. “You look impressed, babe. Tell me you’re not impressed.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.

“As you wish,” he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.

His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.

Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.

“You ready?” he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.

He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.

“Wade, move!” you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. You’re seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.

You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.

“Fuck!” he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and it’s enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.

“Shit, Wade,” you whisper. “I’m going to–”

“Yeah, babe?” he says in between kissing you. “Go, do it. Come for me.”

You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave.

You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead.

“You’re making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,” he whispers, eyes closed.

“That might be the closest thing to a love confession I’ve gotten out of you.”

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