#mcu!peter parker x black!reader

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"Stuffed Replacements" MCU! Peter Parker x reader🕸🕸🕸

S: When Peter notices you cuddling your stuffed animals at night instead of him, he gets a little jealous of them.

Pairing: Tom Holland! Spider-man x Black!F!Reader

Tw: fluff/a few swear words/some suggestive comments

Word count: 6.3k

Notes: Reader is 21 like me but feel free to change that; this lowkey turned into a little mystery lol; let me know if you guessed what happened to the plushies; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes.🕸🕸🕸

A huff and a sigh can be heard as a certain hero shuffles and wades through the mountain of soft material on her bed. After squeezing her arm through the crack between the wall and the bed, ducking to look under it, and even sifting through shelves and counters, the hero leaves the room.

“Has anyone seen my plushies?” You ask one bustling afternoon in the avengers tower as you walk into the living room. Quite a few of the team are present today, with Steve,Bucky, Bruce, and yourself actually at the house. At least those are the members you've run into today. Steve, who's lounging peacefully on one of the arm chairs, looks up from the book he's reading and frowns in confusion.

“Plushies?” He asks as you step over to the kitchen island and search the fruit bowl, before deciding to grab a banana. You nod and sit down at one of the bar stools before starting to peel it.

“Yeah like teddy bears. Stuffed animals.” You reiterate, phrasing it in a way that a man from the forties would understand. Steve nods with his mouth slightly parted and Bucky, another old man at heart, shuffles where he's laid on the couch.

“Why would any of us take your teddy bears?” He sniffs while fluffing one of the couch’s throw pillows to lay back on. You frown and shrug.

“I don't know. Maybe one of you needed one for emotional support. Ninety percent of the people who live here could use them.” You say through a mouthful of fruit, eyeing Bucky specifically. He just sniffs again before readjusting into a more comfortable position.

“Can't argue with that.” He grunts before drifting back off to sleep, right as Bruce rushes into the room, likely for another cup of coffee after an all nighter in the lab.

“Neither can I. Does that mean we can borrow them? Because I've had my eye on the giant Snoopy from that trip to Knott’s.” He mutters as he walks past you and into the kitchen, making his bid early. You snort with a small smile as the coffee maker starts up with that dribbling sound. With a shrug, you nod your head.

“Of Course you can Dr. Banner, if you can find it. It feels like every time I look up, another one of them is gone. I can actually see my comforter now.” you sigh, disappointed. It must've been about a week ago when you'd notice the crowded space on your bed becoming sparse. You'd finally figured out what was going on when you could fully stretch your legs without knocking a stuffed body to the ground. Unless there's a ghost in the tower, you had no idea where they could be vanishing to. A gust of wind washes into the room when the doors leading to the ironman landing pad suddenly open, revealing none other than Tony Stark himself.

“Daddy's home! What're we talking about? I could only have Friday listen in on the last half of the conversation.” Tony announces himself as he walks into the room, fully dressed in his weird style combination of a cat t-shirt, suit jacket, and signature shades. Steve just shakes his head and you smile while Bruce simply adds creamer to his coffee.

“Here, squirt.” Tony says as he walks up to you. He tosses you a small box before putting a larger one on the table. You were hoping he'd bring back some fast food but the bright pink box suggested something sweet,rather than savory. After giving one of the items inside a precautionary sniff, you take a bite and answer the man's previous question.

“My Stuffed toys are missing.” You report around a mouthful of the exotic pastry in the box, something with a flaky dough and powdered sugar. Tony pauses briefly at the unimpressive news, before tossing a hand in the air.

“I'll…buy you more. Problem solved. Now let me tell you about my trip.” Tony concludes with a clap of his hands, making Steve roll his eyes. He looks as you sigh, cheeks full and half a pastry sticking out your mouth, and shoots you an endeared smile.

“We'll let you know if we find them.” Cap reassures you kindly from the couch, and you nod with a small shrug. The kitchen and living room then resumes its hustle and bustle, with Sam and Clint walking in from the gym. Tony is going on about the press conference he went to in Thailand, and you're about to sneak away when the elevator doors open, revealing the one person you haven't seen since this morning.

“Peter.” You call softly, feeling a smile form on your face, before jogging over to him. Peter looks up from his phone at the sound of your voice and just manages to pull out his earbuds before you lightly crash into him with your hug. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before finally noticing the chatter happening around him. Which was just Tony and Steve bickering like usual, Sam telling Bucky to make room on the couch,and the new additions of Thor and Natasha questioning what the mysterious pastries Tony brought back were.

“Hey! What's everyone talking about?” Peter greets you while looking around the abnormally full kitchen. You pull one of your arms from around his shoulders to wave your hand dismissively.

“Who knows what they're on about now? But I was asking everyone earlier. Have you seen any of my plushies? Some of them have gone missing and I can't find them anywhere.” You sigh as you both walk over to the kitchen counter. Peter was right in the middle of putting one of the pastries in his mouth when he inhales some of the powdered sugar and starts choking. Thor glances over and laughs from where he's got four of the sweets on his plate and two in his hand.

“Do not hurt thyself young Parker! The confections are not going anywhere.” He bellows while you pat Peter's back. Natasha scoffs and pulls the box away from Thor’s reach.

“Not with the way you're inhaling them.” She mumbles under her breath as she takes the box to the fridge, leading Clint to complain that he hasn't had one yet. Peter finally finishes wheezing and you frown.

“You ok?” You ask him with a hand on his back and Peter hurriedly waves his hand in the air and coughs again.

“Huh!? Yeah! Aherm-! Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just-. Just gonna go put my stuff away and wash up.” He stutters and you watch him back away awkwardly until he can dart around the corner. You stare at the spot Peter was just standing in for a second, before turning back to look at Natasha and Thor.

“Anyone else think Peter was acting peculiar just now?” You question slowly and point a thumb in his previous direction. Steve laughs lightly and closes his book.

“Peter is always at least a little peculiar.” He hums and grabs the last pastry off of Thor’s plate before making his way to his own room, complaints following behind him. Tony hums in agreement and walks off in the same direction as the super soldier.

“Yeah, if the kid isn't acting at least a little funny, I get worried.” He adds before walking away with his hands in his pockets, leaving you to sigh and shrug, having forgotten about the missing toys for now.

***

That is, until a few nights later. You'd just walked through the doors of the helicopter landing pad, choosing that entrance over the elevator, after patrolling the city with Bucky. You yawn and stretch your back right up until it's about to tweak, before turning to the permanently tired looking man.

“Well, goodnight Mr.Barnes. I'm turning in for the night.” You speak to him softly, not wanting to wake anyone who was already asleep. It's a little after 10, afterall. Bucky nods while stretching his arm.

“ Yeah, good job out there today. Get some sleep.” He mumbles quietly, sparing you one of his rare small smiles before heading off into the direction of his room. You smile to yourself and leave to your own quarters, tired and in desperate need of a hot shower. An hour or so later and you stumble out of your bathroom, exhausted and ready to sleep off your aches and pains with your face stuffed into a faux fur belly. What you see instead though, makes you gasp.

“PETER!”

Peter almost jumps out of his skin when you burst into his room. He looks up from where he's sitting at his desk, sketchbook open. You storm over and Peter reflexively stands up and opens his arms for you to plop into.

“Hey hey! What's the matter? What's wrong?” He asks while you wrap your arms around him and stuff your face into the crook of his shoulder. He actually thinks you're crying for a moment, until you growl angrily into his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. You pull back to pace around the room.

“Another one of my cuss’n plushies is gone!” You shout, allowed thanks to the sound proof walls in everyone's rooms. Peter winces as he watches you pace in his spacious room. You only ever use the faux curse word you made up when you're really upset. Then he computes what you said and starts to sweat.

“Really? Ahem. Which-which one?” He asks nervously, his tone taking on the same one he had when he was choking on pastry sugar a few days ago. You groan pitifully and pause your stride in the middle of the room.

“The whale!” You reveal. The whale was a stuffed toy Peter bought you on a field trip in highschool. It was big but it was basic. You'd told him he didn't have to, but Peter had insisted, saying it'll be fun to watch you carry it around. You'd eventually fall asleep between it and Peter's shoulder on the way back home, and have been using it to sleep on since. Peter, who had been avoiding your eyes until now, stops and turns to you with a confused frown.

“What? Why would that one be-?” He starts, speaking more to himself than you, until he catches himself and notices your expectant eyes, waiting for him to finish. He fumbles for a millisecond and manages to backpedal.

“Why would- someone take that one? It's practically your pillow at this point.” He manages to recover with a disappointed shake of his head, and when you look away at something else with a sigh, Peter puts a hand to his chest in relief.

“ I know!” You say and throw your hands in the air. Peter feels his knee start to jump and gnaws at his lip in thought until you turn to walk towards him. Once you get up to his chair he takes your hand and leads you into his lap. With another sigh you rest your cheek on his shoulder. While laying there, you take a second to glance around Peter's room. The space had come a long way in the years since he'd moved his stuff into the tower. Star wars and band posters on the wall, photos of you, Ned, michelle, and the rest of your crew. He still sticks to a bunk bed despite rarely having someone fill the top bunk. Then there's the TV against the wall across from it, a luxury you know he didn't have back at home. You're still admiring your boyfriend’s room when you notice Peter's leg jumping under your thigh.

“You alright?” You ask for what seems like the hundredth time this past week, while leaning back to see his face. Peter looks up at you belatedly and blinks before nodding his head.

“Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” He answers a little too quickly, and you glance at the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. You frown and place your hand against his cheek and then the back of it against his forehead.

“You sure you're not sick or something? You've been acting skittish lately. More than usual.” You continue to investigate. It feels like he's been tiptoeing around you for the last couple of days. Which isn't unusual sometimes. Peter has a tendency to overthink the weirdest things and create tiny problems for himself, usually thanks to Ned's advice. Like the time they both came to the conclusion that you thought he stunk because you bought him a new cologne when it wasn't a special occasion. They're both intelligent guys, but together they've got about two brain cells between the two of them. You wonder if now is one of those times. Peter takes your hand away from his head and holds it in his instead.

“I'm just a little tired, because of all the schoolwork and missions and stuff. Y'know?” He tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand. It wasn't an entire lie, Peter thinks to himself. The amount of assignments his teachers decided to plop into his lap all at the same time, was insane. When you just continue to search his face with that scrutinizing look you only pull when you know he's bullshitting, he sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.

“That and I haven't seen you much lately. Being deprived of my daily dose of you is hurting my soul.” He mumbles and rests his chin against your chest, looking up at you with those big,brown eyes. Now that is the truth. You and Peter don't see each other very often these days, not compared to last semester when you had the same classes and similar schedules. Now, between school and hero work, the two of you are lucky if you can spend time with each other every two days or so. You suck your teeth sadly and lean in to hug him, the two of you holding each other close.

“ I miss you too.” You mumble through a kiss on his cheek, before moving to his lips. You both stay there for a while, spending time you've been missing out on for the last few weeks. Once you're satisfied, you finally pull away to catch your breath and Peter sucks in his own breath. You lean back and look him in the eye.

“ You want to sleep together tonight?” You ask him softly. Peter's eyes widen before his hands drift a little lower on your hips than they were before.

“What uh- what kind of sleeping are we talking about?” He asks suggestively as his eyes drop to where you are on his lap. You simply roll your own before hopping off of him and walking to his bed.

“Not the one you're talking about, horndog.” You say with a shake of your head before beginning to crawl beneath the covers, forgoing a hair scarf tonight, knowing you'll regret it tomorrow. Peter frowns, offended, before tossing off his shirt and walking over to join you.

“Hey, you were the one sitting chest to chest with me in my lap.” He points out and you nod your head tiredly, agreeing just to agree. Peter is just about to lay down, ready to cuddle into you for the first time in weeks, when you suddenly jump up.

“Oh wait! I've got to get one of my bears!” You remember, before dipping out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Peter to flop back onto his pillow with a groan.

***

Peter walks through the crowded hall that holds his next class, headphones in as always. He's nodding to his favorite movie soundtracks and trying not to think of who it is that's smelling a little ripe, when he sees Ned further ahead, talking to one of his friends from another class.

“Anyone that says that, can't actually like the character-!” Ned is in the middle of saying when he suddenly gets tugged aside by Peter.

“Hey, I need to talk to you!” Peter whisper-shouts before dragging his best friend into the classroom. The small lecture hall is filled with bright sunlight, and the few students that cared enough to get to class early, mingling amongst themselves or sitting alone. Ned allows himself to be dragged by his arm into the middle rows and sits down after Peter.

“Dude! I was in the middle of a deep conversation with my programming partner. She's cute and understands my hatred for the romance tropes in sitcoms!” Ned whines while looking back towards the door.

“ We need to have a conversation- wait. Is this about The Office or Abbott Elementary?” Peter starts to say before pausing with an arched eyebrow.

“Abbott. Apparently in the latest episode Janine-!” Ned starts up, turning in his seat, when Peter blinks and shakes his head.

“Wait Ned, that's not important. I've got a problem.” He digresses, his voice quieting down a bit, when a few more of their classmates sit down nearby. Ned's originally big eyes, squint, before he shrugs in confusion.

“Yes, but we all love you anyway.” He responds and Peter's face drops in annoyance.

“So what's the problem?” Ned asks while he starts to take out his materials for the class. Peter takes a second to glance up at the board to make sure the professor is late, like always, before turning back to his friend.

“Y/n's asking about the plushies.” He whispers, and Ned's eyes glance to the side before he recalls the conversation they had a few weeks ago.

“Ooh, you mean that bear you were jealous of! Told you she'd notice.” He gasps with a snap of his fingers, and Peter squints in confusion.

“No- You didn't. You told me she wouldn't notice at all.” He frowns and Ned waves his hand dismissively, making Peter roll his eyes.

“ I feel like I would've remembered that, back to the bear that stole your girl.” Ned urges him to continue, and even though he wants to argue that statement too, Peter continues on. More students file into the classroom, so he knows he has to hurry up.

“It didn't- whatever. It's not just the bear anymore!” Peter whispers hurriedly. He glances around one more time before leaning in a bit closer. Ned looks at him to keep going.

“ More of her stuffed animals are going missing, and now she's asking about them!” Peter explains, and Ned frowns in confusion at that.

“And you didn't take them?” He asks with a point of his finger.

“No, I didn't take them! I didn't take the first one! They're just disappearing! One after the other!” Peter explains. This whole stupid thing had started because Peter had nudged that stupid bear off your bed. It was a few weeks ago when he'd bypassed his room to shower and sleep in yours. He knew how much you liked to buy stuffed animals, anyone who's ever taken one glance at the abundance of manufactured or handmade toys on your bed and shelves would know. He's contributed to the haul personally quite a few times. It was just that night. He was showered, tired, and ready to fall face first into your chest, when his eyes landed on the new bear you'd bought, wrapped up in your arms.

He'd settled for spooning you then, but a few days later when you and Peter were spending some, ahem, time together, it felt like every time he'd take a moment to breathe, those beady black eyes were watching him. They all were. After a careless comment and some regrettable advice from Ned, he'd nudged one of his most frequent rivals for your affection, off the bed. It was only the next day before he'd felt guilty about the poor little guy and went to put him back, but by then it was gone, and now he's in the predicament he's in now.

“It'd be fine if it were one or two. But it's plenty of them and I have no idea where they are. I've been secretly looking for weeks.” Peter finishes, distressed. He's been in and out of other members of the team's rooms. It's been a hassle too because he usually has to ask a question about something he doesn't actually care about, only to get stuck listening to the answer for an hour or so. All that and he still hasn't seen a glimpse of a stuffed toy. Peter leans back and sighs, what's really been bothering him burning at the back of his throat.

“What's worse is that it's really starting to upset her.” Peter sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. Your reaction to the whale being gone is still vivid in his mind. In the days since then though, you've slept in his room more often, and he'd actually forgotten the whole ordeal for a minute, instead enjoying finishing the day with you in his arms. But yesterday another one of your favorites disappeared, and Peter saw your eyes start to glisten, even if your jaw was clenched. He'd never even taken one but still, it felt like these disappearances were his fault, and the fact that he'd kind of taken advantage of this weird mystery, only made him feel worse. Ned sees the turmoil written on his friend's face, and places a hand on his shoulder.

“There's only one thing you can do, Pete.” He sighs seriously, and Peter looks up at him. Ned sighs again.

“ Just tell her the truth. That you were a little jealous of the stuffed animals, and have no idea where they are now. Maybe you guys can look for them together.” Ned advises him casually, looking him right in the eye. Peter just blinks back in shock.

“That- might be the best advice you've ever given me.” Peter mutters, genuinely shocked, and Ned just shrugs before turning back to his study materials. Their professor had finally walked into the classroom, without an excuse or apology.

“Eh, it was that, or continuing to search for the plushies until you find them. Then she'd never know you were getting cucked by a bear-.” He starts to say before Peter nudges him and they both start laughing. Their professor tells them to quiet down, but Peter's mind is on how he's going to approach you later today. He was going to find those toys, somehow. Anything to keep that expression from showing up on your face again. You must be devastated by now.

***

“Come on! Where are you guys!? I'm getting jumped two to one like every couple seconds!” You groan angrily.

“That's because you keep running off on your own! You're holding us back!” Sam yells back, making your eyes almost bug out of your head.

“This is a mess.” Bucky sighs in irritation, knowing from experience what's coming next.

“Me!? How am I holding us back when I've got 24 downs and 6 captures!?” You scream and Peter stands at the elevator, slightly intimidated. Buttons on controllers click as you, Sam, and Bucky play a video game on the TV in the common room. Peter had expected to come home to you moping around, but instead you're in the brightly lit living room cursing out strangers online, and your own teammates a little too. It's not until the match ends, and he's sure that he won't get caught in the crossfire, that Peter walks over to the couch. Sam and Bucky walk to the kitchen, grumbling, while you put the controllers away and mumble that there's no way you're playing with them again. Peter knows that the three of you will be playing together again by tomorrow though.

“Hey. What happened? Did you guys lose?” Peter greets you before bending to give you a kiss. You return it but turn your lips up in an unimpressed frown afterwards.

“No, we won. But barely.” You answer as you put the rest of the controllers away, and Peter just moves on. He knows better than to ask why you're mad about winning a match by now, and he really needed to talk to you. He waits on the couch until you walk over to plop next to him, thigh to thigh even though he hasn't changed from the clothes he's been wearing all day yet.

“So? What's up? How was your day?” You ask while relaxing into his side. Peter stalls for a second, to wrap his arm around you and turn on a random channel on the TV.

“Yeah it was fine. Have you found your stuffed animals yet?” He asks quickly, without looking at you, and cringes inwardly. There was no way you didn't clock that weird change of topic just now. As Peter suspected, your eyes are glued to the side of his head, eyebrows quirked slightly.

“No, they're still gone. Why?” You ask carefully, leaning a little further into his space. Peter swallows after a second and finally turns to meet your eyes.

“I was uh- just wondering. Because there's something I wanted to tell you.” He continues awkwardly until his eyes meet yours. They're big, and waiting, and suddenly Ned's other advice about just finding the toys himself and pretending this entire thing never happened, didn't sound so bad. Peter only looks at you for a second before averting his eyes again.

“It's uh- not important. Nevermind.” He backpedals with a shake of his head, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” You ask and sit up. Peter nods casually, as if that conversation made any sense. Yeah, he'd simply search the entire tower for the plushies. In your mind, your past suspicion. Peter has been acting odd for a hot second now and you're tired of waiting for him to tell you why. You sit up on your knees and turn his face to look at you.

“Why are you acting like that?” You ask, pressing your face close, eyes searching his eyes like that'll somehow let you into his thoughts. You've always been able to figure out what little thing Peter was overthinking about, eventually finding out what's got him acting up. You're not breaking that streak today. Peter backs up to give himself, and his thoughts some space, his face heating up as you practically crawl into his lap.

“Acting like what?” He asks while backing up further until you eventually topple over onto him. Sam looks up from where he and Bucky are passing back and forth a jug of orange juice, one you'll be sure to avoid, and frowns.

“Hey hey! Keep it pg13! No one wants to see all that!” He cringes as Clint walks into the room and sees you laying on top of Peter too. You roll your eyes and Peter just sits up with you while a few more of the team walk in.

“Seriously, aren't you guys like 16?” Clint just has to add while Bruce and Natasha shake their heads in disappointment.

“21.” You and Peter correct him simultaneously. The older members of your team proceed to tease the two of you amongst themselves, but you're still thinking about what Peter's hiding. That's why it surprises you when he stands up and takes your hand.

“Let's go talk in your room.” He whispers, and you nod silently before following him, the teams chatter about ordering food getting left behind. You type in the keycode for your room, and once you're inside, Peter plops you down on your bed, then rolls over the chair from your desk for himself. Once he sits down, he levels you with that puppy dog look of his, eyebrows turnt in the middle, perfect brown eyes on display, and lips pressed thin. Well, thinner than usual. It makes you sigh.

“Peter, what is going on with you? What's the face for? Huh?” You groan, ready to get to the bottom of this. Peter decides there's no use in hiding it anymore either. If you thought he was dumb after this, or an insecure bear abuser, then so be it.

“I don't know where your plushies are.” He admits and you just stare at him for a few seconds, tempted to put your hand to his forehead again.

“I'm aware.” You coax, still completely lost on where his mind could be right now. Peter sighs again and you really give him your full attention, leaning forward and looking directly at him.

“I don't know where they are, but I was kind of glad that they were gone for a second. Because I was- jealous- of them.” He finally reveals, wincing at the end because he knows admitting that you're jealous of a stuffed toy is kind of wild. You just look at him with your eyebrows pinched together in confusion, elbows resting on your knees.

“Huh?” Is all you can say, because you have no idea what he's talking about. Peter stands up to pace in front of your bed, obviously flustered.

“ It was never supposed to be a big thing! I just got a little annoyed after patrolling a few weeks ago! And then I talked to Ned-which was a horrible idea. And then they started to disappear-!” He rambles until you call his name softly. Peter huffs walks back over to his chair before rolling it closer to you and sitting down.

“ I let myself get talked into kicking a bear off your bed and have spent the last couple weeks stressing that you'd find out and think that I'm either a thief or an idiot.” He huffs and finally lays it all out, blinking at you casually. You just gaze back at him for a second before pursing your lips.

“Is that why Ned said something about ‘the other man’ a few days ago!?” You stand up as you recall an earlier conversation with the brunette. It's Peter's turn to frown, because he had no idea a conversation like that had happened.

“Wait- he what!?” he yelps but you've already moved onto the other things he said.

“You were jealous of the plushies? Why?” You ask, your voice dropping back down to a normal pitch. Peter glances at the apologetic look in your eyes and immediately shakes his head. He stands up with you and takes your hands.

“No I was- I just-!” Peter tries to explain, because it was never really about the bear or any of your stuffed animals. That was more Ned talking than anything. You just look at him, genuinely waiting to hear his answer, and it makes Peter feel even dumber for not just telling you how he felt right away.

“ I just liked that you were sleeping in my bed again.” He tells you honestly. It wasn't that you were holding the bears instead of him. It wasn't that their little eyes felt like they were staring at his butt when he's changing either. It was the way you visited his room at night, even if it was late and he'd just finished patrolling. It was a reason to stop by your room, when usually he'd worry he's interrupting your sleep or that you're studying. It was finishing the day wrapped up in you. You look at Peter before wrapping your arms around his waist with a quiet groan.

“This semester has been kicking our asses.” You sigh with your cheek resting on him. Peter just nods against your hair, the tiny curls poking out of your parts tickling his nose in that familiar way. Things were busy and stressful these days, and not being able to see each other very often or very long wasn't making it any easier. You pull your head away from his shoulder to press a small kiss to his lips, your thick lips pleasantly cushioning his thin ones.

“Let's sleep together tonight. I think my other men can survive without me for one night.” You tease and Peter rolls his eyes, his cheeks tinting red for a second. He'd have to get Ned for that one, because there was no way you were letting that go. The two of you could find the plushies, and maybe schedule a way to study and patrol together, some other time. For now you throw a TV show on and hop in bed, while Peter changes into some of the clothes he has in your dresser.

*_*_*_*epilogue*_*_*_*

Pan to a few days later, and you're sitting with Peter at the kitchen barstools. It's a bright afternoon, a little after twelve, and the two of you are looking for some nice stuffies online. Peter rests with his head against your shoulder while you scroll through the options.

“This is a nice one, expensive though.” You point out and Peter glances up from his spot.

“Since when do you care how expensive a plushie is?” He asks sleepily and you make an offended noise in your throat.

“Hey, even I have standards. You can't just buy any old plush. It has to have certain qualities.” You muse right as Bruce walks into the kitchen, evidently after another all nighter in the lab, if the same clothes he was sporting yesterday are anything to go off of. He notices the images on your tablet screen.

“No luck with the kidnapped kid toys, huh?” He asks while starting up the coffee machine. Fortunately, he tosses some toast into the toaster, too. You frown at his choice of words, and Peter shakes his head.

“We've looked all over.” He replies at the same time you declare that stuffed animals aren't only for kids. Before your conversation can continue, the helipad doors open, washing the room in cool air, revealing Steve and Tony. Tony struts in like usual, while Steve walks in with a huge number of bags in and on his muscular arms. All three of you look on in confusion as the duo approach the kitchen.

“How's it going people? What's with the long face kid? No luck finding the pillaged plushies?” Tony greets the three of you before turning to you with his shades tilted down his nose. You frown, still slightly disturbed with the phrasing for your missing animals, before answering him.

“ Nah, me and Peter spent the last few days looking around the tower. But there's nothing.” You sigh, and Tony just nods with a small sniff.

“No dice huh? Why don't you check those out then? See if they lift your spirits.” He says quietly before nodding towards the abundance of shopping bags Steve was still in the process of setting on the floor by the couch. You tilt your head in intrigue before standing up to walk over. Cap crosses his arms with a small smile as you sit down.

“He didn't carry any of it. But he did hand pick each one.” He informs you fondly, leading Tony to brush it off like he always does when he does something thoughtful. You shuffle through the gift paper and there in one of the bags, is a giant soft toy. Your chin drops in pleasant surprise while you look at the dozens of bags.

“Aw Mr. Stark you- Thor!” You start to say before you notice someone in the corner of your eye. The rest of the men in the room look in the direction of your pointed finger, and there stands the Asgardian prince, obviously having just finished entering from the iron man landing pad, with his arms full of stuffed animals. Peter squints when he notices some very familiar, blue fabric. It's the whale, and those are your stuffed animals. Thor looks up at the sound of your voice and blinks when he notices all eyes are on him.

“Ah! Nice to see everyone gathered together.” He greets all of you with a cheery grin, stuffed animals still in his arms. You just gesture towards him, mind running over the last few weeks.

“Thor! Where did you-?” You gape, at a loss for words. Thor simply looks down at the toys in his huge arms, only just then realizing what you're talking about.

“Ah yes, the playthings, from your room, of course! Don't you recognize your own stuffed companions?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice that causes you to make a sound of disbelief. Fortunately, Peter is there to voice your complaints.

“But- why did you take them?” Peter asks, and the rest of you nod, wondering why as well. Thor hums in thought, thinking back on his reason for first taking a few.

“Well, young L/n mentioned them being pleasant to rest on, and she was correct, so I borrowed some for my bed in Asgard.” He answers with a small shrug. Your face cringes in confusion. The word ‘some’ was an understatement for sure. Your bed was almost entirely devoid of stuffed animals, only your pillows and throw blankets decorating the space.

“And you didn't think to give them back?” You ask with your voice pitched just a little higher than usual. Apparently, it's Thor’s turn to look at you funny, because he tilts his head.

“Of course I did, that's why I'm here now.” He tells you as if it's obvious and he hasn't had your property for almost a month now. It's Steve's turn to shake his head while Tony rolls his eyes.

“Thor, we've been looking for those for weeks.” Steve sighs, done with his oblivious friend's antics. Thor’s eyes widened in surprise and now that you think about it, Thor wasn't around each time you'd asked the team about them.

“Really? I was not aware. Well look no further. Here they are, safe and sound.” Thor reports with a smile before walking off to your room, leaving the four of you to stand there in disbelief. Your plushies are probably gonna smell like Asgardian shampoo for a while.

A/n: This was supposed to be nothing but a little ficlet, 1-2k words tops. How did it turn into the longest one-shot I've ever written?? I love this but feeling a little insecure all the same. Hope I kept you guys captivated enough to finish the whole thing. My first Mcu! Peter parker fic! Thanks for reading!🕸🕸🕸

[earthtomia]

fic recs!

(all fics are x reader; specific characters below the cut)

╰┈➤ all time favourites! <3

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challengers (2024):

➸ art donaldson

➸ patrick zweig

criminal minds:

➸ aaron hotchner

➸ spencer reid

house md:

➸ gregory house

➸ james wilson

➸ robert chase

marauders:

➸ james potter

➸ remus lupin

➸ sirius black

marvel:

➸ bucky barnes

➸ matt murdock

➸ mcu!peter parker

➸ robert “bob” reynolds

➸ tasm!peter parker

star wars:

➸ din djarin

➸ han solo

stranger things:

➸ eddie munson

➸ jonathan byers

➸ robin buckley

➸ steve harrington

supernatural:

➸ dean winchester

➸ sam winchester

the pitt:

➸ frank langdon

➸ jack abbot

➸ michael “robby” robinavitch

miscellaneous characters:

➸ carmen berzatto (the bear)

➸ fox mulder (the x files)

➸ joel miller (the last of us)

retired characters:

(no new fic recs will be added for these characters!)

➸ indiana jones

➸ lip gallagher (shameless)

➸ rafe cameron (outer banks)

➸ thomas shelby (peaky blinders)

[thealtoduck]

THINK LATER

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

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

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

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

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Peter’s pov

——

Peter knew that you two weren’t exclusive.

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

He needed a distraction.

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

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

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

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

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

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Your pov

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jealousy flared up inside you like a flash fire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

”He can’t see us”

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

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Peter’s pov

——

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

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

”Liking it?” Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter mumbled completely transfixed.

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

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Your pov

——

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

”Not bad Spider” you complimented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Peter pov

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Feeling better?” Black Cat asked.

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

[romanoffshouse]

Yelena said to Peter: Remember that Halloween when we dressed like ghosts and threw eggs at Bucky's house?

Bucky: It was you?

Yelena: Bucky, please, this is a private conversation.

[samfunko]

procrastinating revising by drawing snoopy marvel characters!!

[cece693]

Shadows and Subtlety

pairing: loki laufeyson x male reader tags: reader was written with natasha in mind, dom reader, sub loki, he's bad at flirting and vulnerable, I just love him, au where loki doesn't try to take over the world

The first time you lock eyes with Loki across the Avengers Compound, the tension in the air is a living, breathing thing. You’re stationed near the conference room doors, arms crossed over your chest, waiting for Fury to finish a briefing with Natasha. You’ve never been particularly warm, and your posture—coiled like a serpent ready to strike—keeps most people at arm’s length.

But not Loki.

From the other side of the lobby, he tilts his head just so, green eyes narrow as if you’re a puzzle to be solved. In your black tactical gear, face set in a permanent scowl, you’re used to people’s wariness. He, on the other hand, is the God of Mischief, and mischief rarely turns away from a challenge.

Natasha meets you in the hallway, handing you a thin folder. “He’s waiting in the training room,” she says with a smirk.

“He?” you echo, raising an eyebrow. You rarely train with others, preferring your own quiet regime. The fact that Natasha of all people is setting you up with a sparring partner piques your interest.

She gives you a shrug. “He specifically requested you, said something about wanting to learn ‘a more mortal approach to close quarters.’” Her lips twitch. “He’s a fast learner, but he lacks discipline.”

It’s then you realize exactly who’s waiting for you, and a low scoff escapes your throat. “So the Trickster wants to see me?”

Natasha chuckles. “He’s been curious about you. Watch yourself. And try not to break him, if you can.”

Your eyes flash with dry amusement. Break him? You’ve heard the stories of Loki’s cunning, his illusions, his near-royal arrogance. But you’re not the type to back down or fawn over gods, no matter how pretty they might be.

You stride into the training room, footsteps echoing across the polished floor. Loki stands at the far side, dressed in form-fitting Asgardian leathers—slightly less dramatic than his usual attire, but still elaborate enough to set him apart. His dark hair frames his sharp features, and a hint of a self-assured smirk graces his lips.

You drop your gear bag by the wall, rolling your shoulders. “You asked for me?”

He inclines his head, an attempt at cool confidence. “I did. I’ve heard you’ve had extensive training. Natasha informed me you’re difficult to best.”

You snort. “She flatters me.” You take a step onto the mat, beckoning him closer with a curl of your fingers. “Let’s see if you can keep up, prince.”

Loki’s smirk widens momentarily, but as soon as you lunge, his eyes widen. You’re fast—faster than he anticipated. You catch the flicker of self-doubt in his gaze. He parries your first blow, tries for an elegant twist of your arm, but you counter easily, deflecting him until he’s nearly forced to his knees.

“Don’t rely on illusions,” you warn, voice low. “I can sense them. I can see through them. Stick to what’s real.”

He snarls—less an angry sound than a frustrated one. He’s realized he can’t simply trick you. Your presence is too grounded; you’re too used to reading subtle changes in an opponent’s stance. And you’re shockingly direct in your approach.

Your next move brings him to the mat with a firm thud. Loki’s breath leaves him in a rush as you pin him, forearm across his collarbone. The amusement flickers on your face when you see the flush high on his cheeks. He’s not just annoyed; he’s enjoying this. The rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips part in a silent gasp—it’s all too telling.

You release him and stand. “Lesson one,” you say, offering your hand so he can regain his footing. “Watch your pride. It’ll trip you up every time.”

His fingers linger on yours as you haul him up, and you feel a slight tremor in his grip. When you let go, he swallows, meeting your eyes like he’s searching for something in them. You can’t hide your smirk.

“I never realized you were that strong,” Loki murmurs. There’s a subdued deference in his tone, a flicker of submission, almost. You can see it in the way he drops his gaze the moment your eyebrow arches, as if worried he’s crossed a line.

“Don’t expect me to hold back,” you warn quietly. And from the flash in his eyes, you suspect he likes that.

In the week that follows, Loki makes more appearances in your orbit, always with the same combination of bravado and delicate uncertainty. You notice how he hesitates when he’s around you, how his usual flair for the dramatic falters. Meanwhile, your reputation for being a bit of a lone wolf holds steady. You’ve been through your share of scrapes—both in covert operations with Natasha and in your own personal life. It’s left you guarded, with a no-nonsense approach that either keeps people away or makes them respect you. Sometimes both.

Loki, surprisingly, doesn’t shy away. If anything, he’s like a moth drawn to flame—fascinated, unable to resist getting closer, no matter the burn he might risk.

One day, you’re walking down a corridor when you sense him behind you. You half-turn, giving a curt nod. “Something on your mind?”

He stiffens, like you’ve caught him snooping. “I wanted to ask if you had time for another training session?”

You watch him from beneath your lashes, posture rigid. “I’m free now,” you say, voice clipped. “Let’s go.”

He exhales, relieved—or maybe just excited—and trails after you, fingers twisting anxiously in the hem of his dark tunic. The faint tremor in his movements suggests he’s not just interested in training. There’s more he wants, something swirling behind his eyes he doesn’t quite know how to articulate.

You settle into your stance. Loki does the same, though his brow is furrowed. He seems distracted, eyes flicking to the door, to your face, back to the floor. “Focus,” you bark.

He huffs, pulling in a breath. “I am focusing, it’s just—”

You cut his words short with a sweeping kick, forcing him to dodge. He conjures a small illusion—a flicker of green—but you catch on. You feint left, then close in from the right. Before he can blink, you’ve pinned him against the gym wall, forearm pressed to his shoulder, your body practically caging his in place. He inhales sharply, eyes wide. He doesn’t fight back, doesn’t try to push you away. Instead, his lips part, breath shaky as you lean in just enough that he can feel your presence looming over him.

Your voice rumbles low in your chest. “Stop playing games. If you want to say something, say it.”

Loki’s cheeks color faintly. He looks up at you—really looks—and for a moment, it’s as if he’s letting his armor slip. Gone is the trickster mask. Gone is the arrogant tilt of his chin. Instead, you sense vulnerability, submission, and something akin to longing.

“I—” He swallows thickly, not sure how to confess. “You captivate me,” he finally manages. “You’re so certain, so unrelenting. I can’t pretend it doesn’t affect me.”

You watch his pupils dilate, see the tremor along his jawline. You know that feeling—of wanting something that might be dangerous, might be overwhelming, but craving it anyway. Part of you wants to push him away; after all, attachments have never been your strong suit. But the other part sees the way his eyes are practically begging.

Keeping him pinned, you lean in. “Don’t toy with me,” you whisper, your voice a threat and a promise all at once.

He closes his eyes, breath stuttering. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” You release him, stepping back, and Loki sucks in air like he’s been underwater for too long. He rubs his wrist, carefully avoiding your gaze.

“Meet me on the roof later,” you say abruptly, ignoring the loud pounding of your heart. “After midnight.”

Loki’s eyes snap to yours, filled with a rush of hope. He nods, and you almost feel the tension melt off his shoulders.

When Loki arrives at the rooftop, you’re already there, leaning against the edge, looking out at the city skyline. There’s a crisp wind, and the quiet hum of distant traffic underscores the night. He steps closer, apprehension clear in every movement. “You wanted to speak with me?” His voice is softer than usual, the usual haughty edge gone.

You turn, scanning his face. “We can’t keep playing cat-and-mouse in the training room. That’s not me. If you want me, you need to be clear about it.”

Loki’s breath catches. “You must know that I’m not exactly experienced in this. My affections have never been the focus. I never thought—” You lift your hand to trace the line of his jaw, halting his rambling. He stills under your touch, eyes half-lidded.

“You can’t hide from me,” you murmur. “I see you. Past all the illusions, the snark, the bravado.” Your thumb slides over his bottom lip. He shivers, gaze dropping in submission. “You’re clever, but I’m not a puzzle you can solve by sweet words or illusions.”

“I don’t—I mean, I’m not trying to manipulate you,” he blurts, almost desperate. “I’m just…unsure how to ask for this.”

You lean in, your breath teasing his ear. “Just ask.”

He’s trembling so subtly you might miss it if you weren’t pressed so close. “Please,” he whispers, the word raw and quiet. “Just let me stay near you. Let me have this.”

Something tugs in your chest at how vulnerable he is. You grip his chin, tilting his face up until he’s forced to meet your eyes. “We’ll go slow,” you say, “but understand: I won’t tiptoe around you. I won’t soften who I am.”

His gaze flickers with excitement. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” You smirk, satisfied. One hand slides around his waist, pulling him flush against you. He gasps—soft, needy—and it’s the most genuine sound you’ve heard from him yet. You kiss him then, firm, controlled, letting him feel your dominance in every brush of your lips. Loki melts into you, fingers digging into your shirt as though he can’t bear to let go.

Days turn into a new routine. When you train, Loki barely attempts illusions anymore; he focuses on the raw, physical dance of the spar. After each session, you catch him watching you with unwavering fascination. His attempts to flirt remain adorably clumsy—he’s not used to wanting someone so intensely, nor to the idea that they might want him in return.

Natasha teases you about it once: “You’ve got the god on his knees,” she jokes dryly. You merely shrug, not confirming or denying. You don’t have to. The glances between you and Loki say enough. Some nights, you find him waiting outside your door, hands folded anxiously. He never quite knows how to initiate closeness unless you command it—or silently beckon him. And he likes that you take the lead. It’s in his eyes, in the way his shoulders relax the moment you say his name in that low, calm voice of yours.

On an evening that’s grown peaceful after a minor mission, you’re both in your quarters. The lights are dim, and Loki sits at the edge of your bed, fiddling with the sleeve of his tunic.

You step close, pressing two firm fingers beneath his chin so he’ll look up. “What is it?”

He seems caught between speaking and staying silent, but at last, he exhales shakily. “I’m not…I’m not used to being second to anyone. And yet I find myself wanting you to—” He stops, throat working. “I want you to lead. To control.”

Your expression doesn’t change, but there’s a slow burn of gratification in your chest. You brush his hair aside, letting your fingertips trail delicately over his collar. “You can have that,” you say quietly. “But it means trusting me.”

He nods, eyes fluttering shut. His voice is barely audible. “I do. More than I ever thought I could.”

You claim his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. He surrenders himself to you, pressing closer, and the tension that usually coils in his body unwinds, replaced by a warmth that envelops you both. There is no mockery in his submission. There is no cruelty in your dominance. It’s an odd harmony, born of two people who’ve known different forms of isolation, forging a bond that surprises you both.

It’s not a fairy tale. You’re not romantic by nature, and Loki is still prone to fits of self-doubt or flare-ups of pride. There’s friction. There’s teasing. But there’s also an unmistakable electricity in the air whenever you’re together. It shows in the brush of your hand at the small of his back as you pass him in the hall; in the fleeting moment when Loki’s voice drops an octave and he murmurs a quiet, “Yes,” to your unspoken directive.

Others in the Compound might not fully understand it, but Natasha—ever the keen observer—simply smirks in that knowing way of hers. If Thor notices the change in his brother’s mood (fewer outbursts, a strangely content gleam in his eye), he doesn’t comment. But you see it. You see the way Loki seeks you out, his steps lighter, his smirk softer.

And at the end of the day, when he stands by your side, eyes brimming with honest devotion instead of empty bravado, you feel that something you never expected from a trickster god: trust. In his own way, he’s put himself entirely in your hands, subverting the typical power dynamic of mortal and deity. But the truth is, you respect that vulnerability. You hold it carefully, treating his submission as a gift rather than something to exploit.

Maybe it’s not what either of you had foreseen, but sometimes, the best things are those we could never have planned. And so, in quiet moments—when it’s just you and Loki, his head bowed against your shoulder, your fingers absently tracing runes on his arm—you find a peace you didn’t know you’d been searching for. And Loki, who spent so long hiding behind illusions and living in Thor’s shadow, discovers that perhaps giving up a measure of control is the most liberating feeling of all.

[ironinc]

Desire in the Web.ᝰ.ᐟ 

Spider-man x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ As a villain, you've been causing trouble for Spider-Man, but lately, things have taken a turn. There's a growing tension and attraction between you two. Spider-Man is torn between his heroic duties and the desire that's building inside him. You decide to use this to your advantage, taunting and toying with him as you plot your possible escape.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, oral sex, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: I saw that y’all liked my Peter Parker/Spiderman story so I wanted to make another one! I also want to do something different. And he’s aged up to 20! This is for my bestie Mia-Mia as well!! I know you're gonna love this one.

⤷ Word count: 2,795

⤷ Special song to add spice: Harleys In Hawaii by Katty Perry

⏦ﾟ♡︎

You’re trapped. His webs cling to your arms, and your legs, pinning you against the cold brick wall of the alleyway. The rain is coming down in sheets, soaking through your suit, and you can smell the metallic tang of the city mingling with the earthy dampness around you. 

Spider-Man. Of course, it’s him. Always him. He lands in front of you with that infuriatingly confident stance, his mask hiding everything but the tension in his jaw. You know that tension isn’t just about stopping you. It’s different tonight. Deeper.

"Well," you drawl, your voice dripping with mockery, "looks like the neighborhood hero finally caught me. What’s the plan, Spider? Take me in? Lecture me about how I’m on the wrong path?"

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he steps closer. His red and blue suit glistened under the dim streetlight. His gloved fingers twitch slightly, and you can feel the heat of his body even through the rain. 

He’s hesitating. You’ve seen this before, the way he lingers just a little too long, the way his eyes—those damn eyes—seem to linger on you even when he’s trying to focus on the mission.

"You’re not getting away this time," he finally says, his voice low and strained. It’s not just determination in his tone. There’s something else. Something you’ve been intentionally stoking for weeks now.

"Oh, I’m not?" You tilt your head, your lips curling into a smirk. "You sure about that, Spider? Because you’ve had me in this position before, and yet… here I am again. Funny how that works."

He growls a sound that’s more frustration than anger and takes another step forward. The rain is plastering his mask to his face, and you can see the outline of his lips, the way they’re pressed into a tight line. Perfect.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice dropping even lower.

"Dangerous?" You laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley. 

"This isn’t dangerous, Spider. This is… fun. And I think you’re starting to enjoy it too."

His hands clench into fists, but he doesn’t move. You’re close enough now that if you leaned forward, you could kiss him. Not that you would. Not yet. 

You’re savoring this, the push and pull, the way he’s fighting himself more than he’s fighting you.

"You think I don’t see what you’re doing?" he snaps, finally breaking the silence. "You’re trying to mess with my head. It’s not going to work."

"Is that what I’m doing?" You feign innocence, batting your lashes. 

"Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off me. Or is that just the hero complex talking?"

He exhales sharply, a sound that’s almost a growl, and then before you can react, his hand is on your throat. Not hard, but firm enough to make your breath catch. Finally.

"You’re pushing me," he warns, his voice almost a whisper.

"Or maybe," you purr, your voice trembling slightly but still laced with defiance, "you’re just tired of pretending you don’t want this."

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the ragged rhythm of your breathing.

Suddenly he pulls his mask halfway up. Only exposing his lips. Then, his lips crash into yours, rough and desperate, and you can feel the heat of him through the suit. His other hand is on your waist, pulling you closer, regardless of you being trapped in his webs. You can feel the hardness of him pressing against you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s raw, animalistic, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless and aching. His tongue invades your mouth, and you bite down hard, drawing a low groan from him.

He pulls back, his chest heaving, and for a moment, you think he’s going to stop, to walk away. But then his hands are on your hips, lifting you effortlessly, and your back is hitting the wall again, the cold brick a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

"Spider," you gasp, your voice trembling, "you’re going to regret this."

"I already do," he growls, and then his mouth is on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his hands work to free you from the webs. They’ll take a while to dissolve, but he doesn’t seem to care, his hands slipping under your clothes, his fingers rough and demanding.

"You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow," you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Maybe," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "but right now, I don’t give a damn."

His hands are on your ass now, lifting you higher, and you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him. The friction is electric, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, barely.

You were getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck me," you demand, your voice low and throaty. "Right here. Right now."

He growls a sound that sends shivers down your spine, and then his fingers are working at the bottom of your suit. Pullingthem down just enough to expose you. He’s fumbling with his suit, his movements hurried and clumsy, and then he’s inside you, filling you in one rough thrust. 

You cry out, the sound swallowed by the rain, and your nails dig into his back. He’s not gentle, not this time, his thrusts are hard and unrelenting, each one driving you closer to the edge.

You can feel the tension building in your body, the heat coiling in your core, and you know he’s feeling it too, the way his breath is coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Look at you," you whisper, your voice trembling, "the great Spider-Man, fucking the villain he’s supposed to stop. What would your fans think?"

He growls, his hips slamming into yours with even more force, and you can feel the sting of the brick wall against your back, the ache in your legs as you cling to him. But you don’t care. You don’t care about the pain, the rain, the danger. All you care about is the man in front of you, the way he’s losing control, the way he’s giving in to the desire he’s been fighting for so long.

"Harder," you demand, your voice breaking, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

His moans were like a drug, and the feel of his hands on you was intoxicating. His possessive and affectionate touch was both thrilling and comforting.

You can feel it building, the tension in your body, the heat in your core, and then it’s too much, too overwhelming, and you’re coming, your body shuddering against his.

He follows you over the edge, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he’s collapsing against you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the pounding of your heart.

And then he pulls back, his mask still plastered to his face, his eyes dark and unreadable. "This doesn’t change anything," he says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, Spider," you whisper, your lips curling into a smirk, "I think it changes everything."

── .✦

The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under the dim glow of streetlights. Spider-Man stood there, his suit still clinging to his skin, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You, the villain, leaned against the damp brick wall, your smirk never wavering. The air between you was thick with tension, a dangerous cocktail of desire and rivalry.

"You’re always so predictable, Spider," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "Always chasing after little old me. But tell me…" You stepped closer, your hips swaying with every step, the sound of your heels clicking against the wet pavement echoing in the alley. "What would you do if I stopped running?"

His eyes narrowed under the mask, but you could see the flicker of curiosity—and something darker—behind them. "What are you getting at?" he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of intrigue.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the fabric of his suit, feeling the heat radiating from his body. "Come with me," you whispered, leaning in so close that your breath ghosted over the edge of his mask. "Just for tonight. Let me show you what it feels like to let go."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he weighed his options. You could see the conflict in him, the struggle between his duty and the pull of whatever this was between you. Then, finally, he nodded. "Lead the way."

Your smirk widened as you turned, walking confidently down the alley, knowing he would follow. The city buzzed around you, but it felt distant and irrelevant. All that mattered was the game you were playing, the one you were determined to win.

Your lair was hidden in plain sight, an unassuming building in the heart of the city. Inside, it was a different story—a sleek, modern space filled with cutting-edge technology and decadent touches.

You led him through the dimly lit rooms, the air thick with the scent of leather and something faintly floral. Finally, you stopped in a room dominated by a large, circular bed, the walls made entirely of glass, overlooking the city skyline.

"Impressive," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with caution. "But this doesn’t mean I trust you."

You laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Spider, you don’t have to trust me. You justhave to let go."

You moved closer, your body brushing against his as you reached up to trace the edge of his mask. "Take it off," you murmured, your voice dripping with temptation. "Let me see you."

He hesitated again, his breathing growing shallow. Then, slowly, he peeled the mask off, revealing Peter Parker’s face—youthful, vulnerable, and undeniably handsome. You stared at him for a moment, savoring the way his eyes flickered with uncertainty and desire.

"Beautiful," you whispered, though you knew better than to let him hear it. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a searing kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer.

The kiss was fierce, and desperate, a battle for dominance that neither of you was willing to lose. Your hands slid under his suit, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared at you, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his suit. "I want to see you beg," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr.

He let out a choked laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You’re playing with fire."

"And yet," you murmured, your fingers toying with the edge of his suit, "you’re the one who’s burning."

Before he could respond, you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you what it feels like to lose control."

And then you kissed him again, harder this time, your hips grinding against his, feeling the way he hardened beneath you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, his body arching against yours.

This is it, you thought, your mind hazy with desire. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

You pulled back, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Take off the suit," you commanded, your voice firm and unyielding.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, stripping off the suit and tossing it aside, leaving him bare before you. You took in the sight of him—his lean, muscular frame, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his cock stood hard and ready against his stomach.

"Perfect," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. Then you leaned down, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the way they trembled under your touch. "Now, let’s see how long you can last."

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked into your touch. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back, to keep control.

"Don’t fight it," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let go."

And then you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the length of him. He moaned, his hips jerking upward as you took him deeper, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. He was thick, his cock filling your mouth as you worked him, every stroke driving him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands perfectly grabbing your braids as he tried to hold you still, but you pulled back, teasing him with the tip before plunging down again. He cried out, his body tensing as he tried to control himself, but you were relentless, your mouth and hand working in perfect sync.

"You’re so close," you murmured, pulling back to look at him, your lips swollen and glistening. "But I’m not done with you yet."

You climbed off him, ignoring his protest as you turned around, straddling his chest. You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his face as you whispered, "Your turn."

He didn’t need any more encouragement, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you down onto his face, his tongue delving into you with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, his tongue driving you wild.

"Don’t stop," you gasped, your hips grinding against his face as his tongue worked its magic. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

I’m so close, you thought, your mind hazy with pleasure. Just a little more…

And then he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, and you were coming, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, gasping mess.

You rolled off him, your body still trembling as you caught your breath. He stared at you, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark with hunger. 

"You’re insatiable," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hand trailing down his chest to his cock, feeling the way it twitched under your touch. "And you’re far from done," you murmured, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Now, let’s see how much you can take."

You climbed on top of him, guiding him into you, your breath hitching as he filled you completely. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as you moved, your bodies sliding together in perfect sync. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hands sliding up your body to grip your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "You’re… unbelievable."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "And you’re mine," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Even if it’s just for tonight."

He groaned, his hips bucking upward as you moved, your bodies sliding together in a perfect rhythm. The sound of skin against skin filled the room still. Mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps. You could feel the tension building inside you again, your body coiling tighter and tighter as he thrust into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Surrender to me,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust harder, deeper. "Let go."

And then you were coming again, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, his grip on your hips almost painful as he held you still.

You collapsed on top of him, your bodies still trembling as you caught your breath. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the steady thrum of your hearts.

And then he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "This doesn’t change anything."

You smirked, your lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, Spider," you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement. "I told you—it changes everything."

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MY EYES

*peter is talking to y/n when all of a sudden he points to her mouth*

“Why is your tongue purple?”

*y/n shrugs*

“I had a strawberry slushy”

*he furrows his eyebrows in confusion*

“I thought strawberry slushies were red. Not purple”

“They are.”

“Well then how is it that your tongue is purple”

*y/n tilts her head and says*

“Um.”

*before she can finish Natasha walks in*

“Hey Pete. Do ya want the rest of this blue raspberry slushy?”

*pete looks at her and then at y/n and his eyes go wide*

“Ew! Blech blech that’s gross you guys!”

*y/n laughs her ass off*

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Spidey boy was just asking why my tongue was purple if I had a red slush.”

“Ohhh. That’ll do it.”

*y/n laughs and when Peter isn’t looking she turns to Natasha*

“Kiss me”

“Mkay”

*they start making out in the middle of the living room and Pete turns around and gags*

“MY EYES GOD HELP ME I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES”

*peter goes on to run to the door with his eyes closed and he runs right into it and falls on the ground*

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning as you gathered the last essentials for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since your child's birth in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight. 

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend. Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life,” you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. Your whole world changed from the moment you both laid eyes on her. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for consultation and recruit training or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall as your daughter entered your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up and down on her head. “I'm ready, Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed. 

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.  

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu. 

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” you said, hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning, Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied as Mila let go of Natasha’s hand and ran ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick. 

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room, and Mila ran into her arms.  

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!” 

“I love it, malayshka. It's so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that,” Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

Mission briefing?" you asked, confused. "Nat, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter,” motioning to the group before you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife was—the Black Widow. She was a woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children to giving nothing but love to both of you. 

The living room came alive with spirited debate as Tony and Bruce burst through the door. Their voices layered with excitement and frustration over their latest nanotech calculations. Pepper trailed closely behind, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha declared. 

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolled her eyes in response as Tony and Bruce hugged you before sitting down, and Pepper picked up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, here are some quick dos and don’ts for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front of our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm, and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her bedtime story. If she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright, Natasha,” Wanda reassured. “We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two,” Wanda said, as she hands you a tin of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip. 

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.” 

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila runs back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we will watch it tonight before bedtime.” 

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you will be a good girl for your aunts and uncles, and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said. 

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugged you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their unique way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony had offered one for easy and convenient travel. 

*^~^*

By the time you arrive at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you returned to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed—lovingly cuddled under a blanket with Yelena. 

“See, she’s okay,” you said lovingly as Natasha smiled at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow. 

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home. 

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, which Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely, the walls came down for both of you. 

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtook you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir. 

So much life has happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned and bought your house. Five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Returning to the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

*^~^*

It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout. 

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter. 

Before Mila can respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Clint grumbled.

“Then make your breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back. 

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is working on a mission report in his room when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned shield, pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing. 

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window. 

“Oh, hey, Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughed out loud. 

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done. 

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda. 

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily. 

Peter nodded, and they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book for the next twenty minutes. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag. 

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila exclaimed. 

“Something like that,” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair. 

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was typically annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stops as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there. 

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carried them across the room to the top of the bookcase. 

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. He put on his best poker face, “I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” Peter gives Tony a thumbs up. 

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab. 

*^~^*

You and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River in the city of love. It was magical. When your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol, you had seen the Musée d’Orsay the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?” 

“Paris, for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily as Natasha put her arms around your waist and lovingly kissed your cheek. 

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team if you’re going there anyway, could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired. 

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol,” you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket. 

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year. This trip is gift enough,” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly. 

Natasha opens the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. Clint took one during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It quickly became one of your favorite photos of your small yet precious family. 

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You moved Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were at that moment. 

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun was slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie from her phone when The God of Thunder entered through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena but ran toward him when she realized only her Uncle Thor was materializing before them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug. 

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked. 

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He lifted Mila with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since I last saw you, Mila,” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed. 

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered. 

“It is indeed,” Thor said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet before the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly, Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!” Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom. 

“You spoil her, you know,” Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen. 

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrived shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece. 

“Fruits and veggies, right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila ran over and jumped into Captain Marvel’s arms. 

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled. 

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight,” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

As the sun started to sink on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient city of Paris, you found yourself immersed in the rich history of the Louvre museum. You had eagerly anticipated this moment, and after spending the afternoon exploring the countless treasures within the museum's walls, Natasha was determined to ensure you had the chance to lay eyes on the iconic Mona Lisa. As you weaved your way through the bustling crowd of tourists, Natasha's determined presence caused a path to effortlessly clear before you as she kindly asked them to move the fuck over.

You returned to your hotel and enjoyed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged. 

Carol: Hey, lovebirds. It's all good here. Mila is doing great and excited to see you when you return. However, you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text. 

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple. 

Following Wanda’s delicious Chicken Paprikash dinner, your daughter watched Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo, do you want to come to the lab with me and see the new suit modifications that the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila while she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new holographic mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab. 

*^~^*

After a few hours, Natasha gracefully guided the Quinjet to a smooth landing. As the engines powered down, she took a deep breath and gently reached across the console to grasp your hand. Together, you gazed out at the glittering lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

"Thank you for making our anniversary so wonderful," you said. "I love you so much. I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family, which she will always remember." You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caressed your cheek.

You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.

“I know, my love,” you said quietly. “Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

As you entered the compound, the air was filled with shouting and the excited barking of Fanny and Lucky. Natasha instinctively reached for her spare Widow Bites, but before she could react, both of you heard the unmistakable sound of your daughter's laughter. Following the noise, you entered the common room to find your daughter joyfully running through the compound. She was wearing her pajamas and had one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets perched on her head while clutching a can of whipped cream. Yelena and the rest of the team were in hot pursuit, with puffs of whipped cream trailing behind her as she raced through the room.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha. 

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms. 

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wrapped Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same. 

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes. 

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily. 

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure. 

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom. 

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one. 

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team. 

A short while later, Mila emerged with her unicorn backpack, followed by Yelena, carrying more bags than she had when you dropped her off. You couldn't help but shake your head, knowing the team had showered her with gifts. Natasha crouched down to Mila’s eye level, tenderly placing her hand on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila made her way around the room, hugging everyone. It warmed Natasha to witness her family showering your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila drifted off to sleep only five minutes after being placed in her car seat. Upon returning home, Natasha carried her to her bed with the utmost care. She tenderly laid Mila down, ensuring she was tucked in snugly, and then, both of you gently kissed her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. You decided to postpone the unpacking until the following day, feeling too exhausted from the long journey. In the bedroom, Natasha was sitting in bed, engrossed in a book with her reading glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. The day's fatigue faded as you turned off the bathroom light and joined her in bed.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love,” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kissed her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Nat said, returning the kiss. 

As Natasha drifted into slumber, her mind wandered back to the tumultuous path that had brought her to this moment. She couldn't escape the memories of her past—a life of manipulation in the Red Room with no autonomy and the unending pursuit to cleanse her conscience of the bloodstains it bore. But then came the shot that Clint didn't take and the chance that Fury did. Her deeply unconventional yet cherished family culminated in the arrival of you and your precious daughter. In these precious bonds, Natasha Romanoff found the strength to thrive and, at long last, find peace.

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

After Mission (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Avengers Tower Fic

After a rather rough mission, the Avengers dragged themselves back to the Avengers Tower. Steve was running his hand through his tousled hair, wiping the sweat off of his brow. He was exhausted. Tony desperately wanted to crash, and the second he reached the couch, that was exactly the thing he did. Meanwhile, Natasha was peacefully cleaning off her gun in the kitchen with a nice cloth. Bruce slunk into his room to take a shower. Clint had already disappeared, there was no telling where he went. In the pantry, Thor was hiding out with a bag of chips, crunching nonchalantly as he put another handful into his mouth. Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall, only mildly traumatized. You were tired as you walked in with the rest of them. It’d been tough, and you were about ready to cuddle up in bed and watch a bad rom-com. 

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked you, his tone gentle and soft. Tony had taken facepalming to a whole other level, and was laying face-down on the couch. 

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you nodded, looking at Steve. Natasha smirked at the sight. You would normally be mocking Tony or laughing, lightening the mood after a mission like this. But you didn’t seem bothered. In fact, you seemed more…enraptured. With Steve. “How are you?” you asked him.

“I’m doing fine,” he smiled sweetly at you. Natasha snorted. 

You turned to her. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Natasha smirked cryptically, picked up her gun that she’d just finished cleaning, and walked away. 

“...okay,” you said. You turned back to Steve. “I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

Steve nodded, “Sounds good.” 

You put an encouraging hand on his shoulder, then smiled and walked away from him. His eyes followed you as you walked a way, a soft twinkle in his eye. Peter squinted his eyes at him, analyzing his actions. Thor noticed this, chuckling and chomping loudly on his chips. “I’d surmise that Sir America has caught feelings,” he snickered to Peter. 

“You’re sure? ‘Cause I was only like, 34 percent certain,” Peter whispered back to Thor. He had a much better grasp on noise control than Thor did. 

Thor laughed. “Ohh, yes. I know a man in love when I see one.”

“Have much experience with that, do you, Thor?” Natasha asked, appearing beside him.

“How the heck…?” Peter muttered. 

Thor was unfazed. “Well, I’m a man.”

Natasha laughed. “Your Asgardian sense of humor is horrific.”

Thor shrugged and put another fistful of chips into his mouth and crunched them loudly. Natasha made a face and walked away. 

— — —

About a half an hour later, you had finished your shower and taken care of your hair, you walked out of your room in your pajamas to grab something you’d left downstairs. As you were walking, you passed by Steve’s room, and stopped. Maybe you should check in on him. Yeah, that’d be good to do. You knocked on his door. 

A moment later, the door opened, and Steve was standing there. “Hi, there,” he smiled. 

“Hi,” you replied, a smile on your face too. “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Steve nodded. “Do you wanna come in…?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you walked into the room. Inside, his room was immaculate. You didn’t think you’d seen a better made bed in Bed, Bath and Bodyworks. His lamp was on, but other than that, all the lights were off. A book sat on the nightstand, a bookmark about three-quarters of the way through. The carpet looked like it’d been recently vacuumed, and there was no clutter on his desk. He had a view framed photos of the Avengers, including one with you in it, and an organized pen container. “You’re very neat,” you commented. 

Steve chuckled. “Well, I try.” 

“I’m serious, I don’t think I’ve seen a more well-made bed before in my life,” you laughed. “I’m scared to touch it, it looks like it comes from a Home and Wellness magazine.” 

Steve seemed amused by your comment. “You don’t have to be scared of touching the bed, I remake it every morning anyway.” 

“Okay,” you said casually as your eyes glazed over the room. You sat down carefully on the bed, looking all around you. It was like a glimpse into the inside of his brain. And the inside of his brain looked very clean. 

Steve laughed. “Well, thank you. I think. I don’t know how accurate that is.”

You realized you’d said this aloud. “Oh. Oh.” You laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.” 

Steve shrugged. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He sat down beside you on the bed. You noticed how bare his walls looked.

“You don’t have anything hanging up?” you asked. 

Steve shook his head. “Haven’t found anything I wanted to hang up yet. I don’t wanna hang it up unless I love it. I mean, you’re looking at the same thing every day, right? May as well be something you really care about.”

“That makes sense,” you nodded. 

“I do want something, though.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It’d be nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You leaned against him a little, head resting on his shoulder. He tried to bite back his smile, despite the fact that you couldn’t see his facial expression right now. He hesitated for a moment—he hasn’t dated since the forties, and you make him nervous—before resting his hand gently on your knee. Your expression softened at the gesture, and you closed your eyes, letting out a soft hum of contentment. 

Steve was surprised and how easily you became comfortable with him, but he had no qualms about it. So he sat there with you, hand resting on your knee, and your head on his shoulder. Deciding to take a risk, he turned his head slightly to kiss the top of your head affectionately. The affectionate movement made you smile.You lifted your head with a playful smirk, and asked softly, “What was that for?”

Steve’s face turned a little pink, but he tried to play it off. “I don’t know, I…just did it, I guess.”

You laughed. “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.”

Steve chuckled. “You think it’s cute, huh?” 

You kissed his cheek in response. That surprised him. Again, not dating since the 1940s does slightly impair your perception of romance. He turned to face you more fully, and his lips met yours. He found himself kissing you, and he found you kissing back. If he knew all it took to get you this close was acting tired and sad after a rough mission, he would’ve done it a helluva lot sooner. 

The kiss grew more passionate, a little more heated. You were now leaning against him as he leaned back against the pillows on his bed. You were fully caught up in the moment, losing all perception of the world around you. 

…which was probably why you didn’t hear Tony come in. 

“Hey, Steve, do you know where th—holy hell,” Tony looked rather amused. Your head shot up and you immediately backed away from Steve. Steve did the same, like adding space between yourselves was going to make Tony forget what he just saw. Tony was laughing at your surprised and nervous expressions. “Oh, man!” He clapped his hands and laughed again. “I mean, we were all starting to suspect things, but daaaaaamn.” 

Steve groaned at Tony’s childish behavior and covered his face with his hands. You bit your lip, not really sure what to do.

“Alright, Steve, do you know wh—actually, I don’t think you know much of anything right now. I’ll see you later, Americas,” Tony winked and left the room, closing the door behind him. You blushed and sat there awkwardly. 

“It’s just Tony,” Steve said quietly, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah, but he’s gonna tell everybody,” you pointed out.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t mind people knowing,” he said gently, trying to comfort you. 

“I don’t either, I just…kind of like just getting to be with you.”

He smiled softly. “I like getting to be with you too.” He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. “Tony doesn’t have to stop us from spending time together, y’know.”

“True,” you smiled back, and he pulled you closer to him, bringing you into his arms and bringing his lips back to yours. 

— — —

When you walked downstairs in the morning, Tony greeted you with a cheerful, “Hello, Mrs. America.” 

You rolled your eyes and walked away from him, heading into the kitchen. Thor was there, enjoying a bagel. “‘Morning, Thor. How’s it going?”

��Quite well, Star-Spangled Sweetheart,” Thor replied with a smirk. 

You groaned. “You too? Seriously?” 

Thor shrugged, smirking happily. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being Cap’s red, white, and boo.”

You made a disgusted face. “Gross nickname. Seriously. Where are you coming up with these? Is Tony handing out lists of things to call me??”

“Not exactly, but that’s not an unreasonable guess,” Thor answered, smiling. 

You snorted. “Jesus.”

“Language,” Peter said as he walked in the room. “Or does Cap tell you that enough already?” Thor laughed heartily and high-fived Peter, who looked very proud of himself for impressing Thor with his joke. 

“That’s right,” Thor chortled. “She’s Cap’s Cutie now.” 

“What?” you exclaimed. “Look, I’m not even…I haven’t been on a date with him yet, okay? Give me a break. Can’t I just, I don’t know, kiss a guy that I like?” 

“You are more than welcome to kiss any guy that you like,” Thor informed. “We reserve our right to tease you about said guy.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Capsicle’s crush,” Clint smirked at you. 

“Wowwww,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “Soooo creative. I’ve never heard anything like this at all this morning.”

“How many people have talked to you?” Clint asked, amused. 

“Lemme see… Tony, Thor, you, oh, and Peter. Peter has even talked to me about it this morning,” you answered, clearly a little bitter. 

Tony came into the kitchen and picked up an orange, beginning to peel it. When he saw you, he smirked. “Well, if it isn’t the Vibranium Vixen.” 

You looked at him with an exasperated expression. “Where do you even come up with these??”

“He’s Tony, he nicknames everybody constantly,” Natasha said with a shrug, picking up at bagel. “But seriously, you like Cap?” 

“Well, yeah, but they’re making it seem like it’s a big deal when I’d really, really rather just go at my own pace and see where it goes,” you said. 

“That’s fine,” Clint said. “Why would you tell Natasha that but not us?”

“‘Cause y’all are calling me things like ‘Star-Spangled Sweetheart’ and ‘red, white, and boo’,” you answered, agitated. 

Clint bursted out laughing. “Wait, what?? Who said those??” Thor raised his hand with a proud smile, and Clint laughed again. 

Steve walked in, and Tony started giggling. 

“Oh, shit. What’d I do?” he asked. 

Then a collective chorus from everyone in the kitchen exclaimed, “LANGUAGE!”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Ridiculous. All of you.”

“Not me though, right?” you asked teasingly. 

“Nope, not you,” he grinned. 

“Awwwwww…” chorused the other Avengers. 

“Go mind your own damn business,” you said playfully, and waved them off. ‘Cause in the end, as long as you and Steve were happy, that was all that mattered. 

[thealtoduck]

The Boy Is Mine

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Y/n being more of a little shit than usual, jealousy, smut, you and Peter kinda have a heart to heart, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, cocky!Peter, friends with benefits, kitchen sex to couch sex, anal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, missionary, facial…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: You suspect that Peter has been hooking up with someone else by the way he’s acting and it pisses you off, so you invite him over to ”study”…

——

You watched Peter suspiously in class… what the fuck was he daydreaming about?

Usually he was either paying attention to whatever the teacher was talking about or more importantly… ogling you. You didn’t know why but he had been like this for a couple of days. Distracted. Quiet. Secretive.

What could be so exciting in his life that you were suddenly nothing?

…

No

Fucking

Way

Peter was seeing someone… NO!… he had hooked up with someone… which was alright of course, this was how the friends with benefits thing worked. It’s not like you had been monogamous, you had hooked up with both your neighbour and Spider-Man just last week.

But it still bothered you.

Even then you weren’t completely sure he even was hooking up with someone yet. You needed to do more research.

Once class ended you followed Peter to his locker. He didn’t even look in your direction. He opened his locker, almost hitting you in the face with it’s door. You leaned against the locker beside his trying to make a slight noise for him to hear.

Nothing.

You cleared your throat…

He didn’t hear you.

Okay, now he was just pissing you off. Once Peter had collected his bag you slammed his locker shut for him, making him jump slightly, he then noticed you and smiled saying casually ”Oh hey Y/n, what’s up?”.

Was he being serious right now?…

”Oh nothing, just really in need of company right now when my dad is out of town” you said adding just the right amount of neediness and sexual urge. Peter picked up what you meant, blushing slightly.

”Sorry Y/n, I really have to study for the test next week” Peter said, he gave you a quick hug before saying goodbye and walking away. You stood there and stared after him.

You needed a plan to remind Peter who he dosen’t belong to but should still be head over heels horny for…

——

The next day

*Texting*

Y/n: Heeey, you still need to study?

Peter: Yeah, this was more confusing than I expected :)

Y/n: Yeah, I thought so too, wanna come over tommorow and study. Maybe we can make more sense of it together

Peter: Just study?…

Y/n: JUST study🙄

Peter: Alright, I’ll be there at two

——

Peter’s pov

——

Peter arrived at Y/n’s house, it was raining heavily outside, he walked up to the door. It was unlocked. Peter opened it and went inside locking the door behind him. He took of his raincoat and hung it up. ”Y/n?!” he called out.

”Upstairs!” Y/n’s voice called through the house. Peter made his way up the stairs to look for you. He went towards your room where the door was open and revealed Y/n laying in his bed, on his stomach fully naked.

Peter’s eyes widened in shock.

”Y/n!”

”Hi”

”You said you wanted to study together” Peter said still in shock.

”I lied” Y/n stated as if it was obvious.

”I want you to do whatever you want with me” Y/n said seductively yet with a innocent pretty smile still on his face.

Peter fought the urge to just jump on to the bed and give Y/n exactly what he wanted right then and there. But…

”I really need to study” Peter said. ”Y/n, I’m sorry but I really need to pass this test”. Y/n only stared at him for a couple of seconds before he said ”Fine, I’ll study with you”. Y/n stood up from the bed making Peter instinctively cover his eyes with his hand.

”Really? Nothing you haven’t seen before you know” Y/n reminded him. So Peter lowered his hand, seeing him get dressed in a oversized hoodie and boxers.

”Come on, I’ll make us some coffee” Y/n said and led the way downstairs.

——

Your pov

——

The two of you sat together at the kitchen table discussing the homework and read through your notes. As you began to get the hang of the subject you both started writing stuff down. It became quiet except for the scribbling of pens and rain tapping on the roof.

However you were still distracted by Peter and his possibly mystery boyfriend or girlfriend. And after a while, while writing down some scientists name, you found yourself asking…

”Are you seeing someone?”

”What?” Peter answered looking up from his notes.

”You’ve just seemed kinda distracted lately” you stated.

”Oh..” Peter started. ”No, I’m not seeing anyone right now but I-” he said cutting himself off before continuing ”Well I kinda hooked up with someone last week”.

”Someone I know?” you asked curiously. Hearing Peter just admit it out loud had made the jealousy dampen down a bit.

”No” Peter said and thought of something. ”The thought of me being with someone else bothered you that much?” he asked. You felt a bit embarrassed but answered honestly ”Kinda”.

You both went silent for a moment.

Then Peter said ”I only hooked up him cause I was bothered by you hooking up with your neighbour”. More silence.

Peter then placed a hand on your thigh, you weren’t sure if it was meant to be comforting or sexual or something completely else. For once you had no idea what his next move would be…

Peter leaned in towards you and placed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back. Once you broke up the kiss Peter said with a grin ”We might need a break from studying. The two of you stood up from your chairs and started to hungrily kissed each other.

You removed Peter’s hoodie throwing it on the floor. Then your t-shirt went off. Soon your back hit the kitchen island, Peter noticed and lifted you on to it. Then Peter remembered something and said ”Lube?”. ”In my room” you told him and Peter sprinted out of the kitchen.

You could hear him dashing up and down the stairs, suprised at his speed, he was like a horny superhero. He then ran into the kitchen slamming a bottle of lube down right next to you, not even tired from running. ”Wow… you should join the track team” you noted.

Peter then pulled his own shirt off revealing the glory that was his chest. Peter then pulled off your underwear letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor. You leaned back and put your legs over Peter’s shoulders to give him better access to your ass.

Peter wasted no time and immediately opened the bottle of lube, smearing his fingers in it. He then forced a first finger inside you. You could tell Peter was impatient to get to fuck you and wanted to get prepping out of the way as soon as possible.

Peter added another finger into you. ”Fuck! Peter!” you exclaimed as he streched you open. His third finger was then added, Peter pushing his fingers roughly into your hole. Soft moans escaping your lips as a result.

”Peter- Peter, I’m ready” you blurted out. Peter smiled at you and undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs. He rubbed lube on to his perfect length and lined himself up to your hole.

Peter looked you in the eyes and asked ”Still allowed to do whatever I want to you?” Peter asked a with a new type of hunger in his tone. ”Yes” you uttered sensuously. Peter then put the tip of his cock at you enterance and pushed hard into you.

You let out a harsh groan, your legs were shaking as Peter forced his full manhood into your tight hole in one swift go. Peter stopped quickly thinking he’d been to rough with you and said ”Sorry was that to much” in response you just smiled encouragingly at him.

Peter took the hint and immediately started rolling his hips as he fucked you as you were layed back on the kitchen island. Peter held your thighs as he thrusted in to you. The sight of you a moaning mess made Peter blurt out ”Fuck you’ll take it anywhere won’t you- the balcony- the school showers- your own kitchen-” he managed to get out through his own moans.

”Only for you” you said breathily. Peter wanted to get you both to a more comfortable place to fuck. ”Sit up and grab on to me” Peter commanded. You did as told and wrapped your arms around Peter’s and your legs around his hips.

Peter carried you easily in to the living room, laying you both down on the couch. He then proceeded to keep plowing you. Peter’s cock reaching new depths inside you as he didn’t hold back.

”Taking it so good” Peter said thrusting hard enough to make your couch shake beneath you. Your hole squeezed around his cock in the most satisfactory way. It was like made to milk his cock. Like you were made specifically just to please him.

Peter assumed this was how you felt whenever you topped him. A sense of power over the person beneath you as they become a moaning mess. ”Tell me how much you like taking my cock” Peter commanded you.

”Only you can fuck this good” you called out in ecstasy. You liked seeing Peter this in control as he pounded you like a you were a worthless whore to him, who he could break and then replace once you’d been fucked full of his seed.

Soon you let out a whine and belted out ”I’m gonna- gonna-” but you couldn’t even finish as your hard cock shot ropes of cum on your and Peter’s chests. Peter watched how your body relaxed just a bit.

He knew how he wanted to cum so he just said ”Get on the floor” and pulled put of you and started beating his meat. Peter stood up as he jerked himself off, you crawled on to the carpeted floor and got on your knees in front of Peter’s hung cock. You opened your mouth but Peter put a hand under your chin closing it and said ”I want to cum ON your face”.

So you smiled and closed your eyes as Peter waiting for Peter to finish. Meanwhile Peter felt his orgasm come closer and the brunette boy looked down on your face, with that sneaky innocent smile he had gotten so used to seeing. Then it happened Peter unloaded his cum on to your face, he showered you in it, even getting some in your hair.

As Peter came on you, you realised he much he came for a regular person. It almost like he was somekind of mutant. As you opened your eyes you looked up at Peter completely drenched in his load, giving him cute smile as if asking if you did a good job.

Usually Peter would get you a towel or paper but this Peter just said ”Go clean yourself up” before walking back to the kitchen to finish his studying. The nonchalance in his voice almost made you cum again on the spot.

Hopefully this Peter would wanna use you for a round two once the studying was done. So you eagerly went to clean yourself up.

[romanoffshouse]

Natasha: I know you're like a father to Peter-

Tony: Did he say that? Did you get it on tape?

Natasha: No, I-

Tony: No, he didn't say it or no you didn't get it on tape?

[thegirlwholovesficcharacters]

𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 The Marvel cast x Org teen femreader!

Part 1: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Summary: ❝Rhiannon Hart's life as she used to know it was about to change. She was a young actress in progress from a small town in Minnesota playing small roles from a very young age, After months of her latest project, Rhiannon thought she would continue with her daily routine, concentrating on her studies and resting. Until her representative gets her an audition with Marvel Studios, for a new character. After her audition, Rhiannon didn't believe she could be selected to play the new character, until Kevin Faige contacts her to give her the good news...❞

Part 1 of a series. Words: 1.661 Warnings: Angs, fluffy, silly things. Bad parents. A lovely and supporting grandma. She is just a girl wanting to be something in her life. This fics is was created for fun, nothing serious, also this fics is set in 2015, before the filming of Captain America: Civil War.

Autor's note: Hi! English is not my first language, and I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, you may find translation errors since I have little knowledge of English and mostly use Google Translate. I was also planning to move the fanfic to A03, but maybe I'll do it later. It's a little short ,but i'm gonna try to do the next chapter a little longer.

Hope you like it!

Rihannon knew the process of every audition she had ever had in her life, each audition had led her to have a small role as an extra character who only appeared for a few minutes, or a secondary character who only appeared for a short period of time in several series or films, whether they are films on the small screen or recognized TV series.

But no audition compared to the one she was going to have right now.

It's not every day that your agent gets you an audition to play a new character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Not much was known about the new character, apart from confirming that it was going to be a female character, the mysterious announcement about the casting for that new character had been announced the same day that Marvel confirmed that they had opened casting for a new Spider-Man interpreter, and that excited all the fans including rhiannon.

It had been confirmed that the new mysterious character and Spider-Man would have to be close to adolescence and that they would be something like a duo, a friendship that would form unexpectedly and not at all romantic, just platonic.

And that drove the fans crazy, forming theories about whether he was Black Cat or some villain or antihero from the Spider-Man universe.

But many fans corrected them by saying that the mysterious character could be a friend of Spider-Man and Peter Parker, based on what Marvel Studios announced.

Everyone had their suspicions and theories, and yet weeks after its announcement, Marvel still did not reveal anything.

Wiping the sweat from her hands on her flannel shirt, Rihannon stood in front of the door of the large building in front of her, her head unable to question herself and create scenarios of what could go wrong at her audition.

She loved his job, she loved the world of art and acting, but she never imagined auditioning for one of the largest film companies in the world. There was a second when she thought about leaving and not attending the audition.

But she couldn't.

Not after how hard her representative fought to get her an audition, knowing how much Rihannon loved the Marvel universe and her dream of being part of the Marvel family one day.

She couldn't disappoint her representative, neither her grandmother, and much less herself, she had worked very hard to get to where she was, it would just be one more audition, just like the other auditions she had had in the past.

Right?

Ignoring the small mess of nerves building up in her stomach, she took courage and opened the door to enter the large building, she stopped for a second to admire her surroundings, noticing the walls decorated with giant paintings from Marvel movies, several statues of the more iconic characters, she continued admiring until her bluish eyes found the silhouette of a woman sitting behind a desk.

Knowing that it was the receptionist, she grabbed the strap of her backpack and walked quickly towards the woman, feeling her nerves eating away at her for a moment.

Upon being in front of her, the receptionist, sensing a presence, looked away from her computer screen, and looked curiously at the young woman with blonde, curly hair, almost impressed by the deep blue color of her eyes, noticing her shy aura smiled kindly at the young teenager, rihannon returned the smile shyly.

━━Hello sweetie, how can I help you?━━She asked softly, Rihannon opened her mouth and closed it instantly when she felt nervous.

━━I-I, uh… I came for an audition, with Mr. and Mrs. Russo. My name is Rihannon Hart━━She spoke quickly, feeling her cheeks heat at her stutter. But that didn't seem to bother the woman, who just smiled sweetly and nodded.

━━Of course, you're on time. If you allow me, I'll make a call to notify the auditioners━━━At her words, the girl quickly nodded, letting the brown-haired woman do her job.

She stepped back from the desk a little while watching the receptionist pick up the phone and dial a number.

━━Hello, sir? Miss Rihannon Hart has arrived for her audition, should I tell her to wait in the room or…? Great, I'll tell her. See you later sir━━When she hung up, the receptionist smiled at her as she got up from her seat━━Mr. Russo said that you can come and audition now. I'll guide her to the audition room━━She speaks, Rihannon nodded following the woman from behind.

On her short walk to the elevator, Rihannon began to play with the rings that surrounded her fingers in an attempt to distract her nerves. On the one hand she was nervous at the idea of ​​giving a bad impression to the directors and on the other hand she was relieved to Having memorized the entire dialogue of her script, she had been day and night reviewing each word and practicing her lines with her grandmother that she was sure she would do well.

Well, her grandmother and representative were in charge of letting her know that she would do it well.

She was so deep in thought that if it weren't for the kind woman at the reception, she wouldn't realize that they had already reached the door of the audition room.

As soon as she opened the door, Rihannon followed her, from her place she could see the Russo brothers and Kevin Faige himself talking to each other, and she felt the tingling in her stomach reappear.

━━━Gentlemen, Miss Hart has arrived for her audition━━━The receptionist's voice caught the attention of the three men, as Rihannon saw them approach, a small smile formed on her lips.

━━Hello, a pleasure to meet you━━She said with a small smile and stretched out his hand towards them.

Both directors and the executive director smiled instantly, from her place Rihannon could see a small shine in the eyes of the three men in front of them, she avoided furrowing her eyebrows at the emotion in their eyes.

Anthony Russo was the first to shake his hand with hers, sporting a smiling smile.

━━━The pleasure is ours, miss hart. Your agent has told us a lot about you━━He commented almost excitedly when he had her in front of them, Joe and Kevin Feige nodded at his words.

━━I hope for good things━━She spoke in an attempt to joke, which made the three men laugh. Kevin Faige nodded without removing his smile.

“I promise you it was, Miss Hart,” he assured, earning a genuine smile from the girl.

━━Is it okay if we start with the audition? You can take a few minutes if you want━━Rihannon quickly denied before speaking.

━━No, I think I'm fine. But you can call me rihannon, of course if you don't mind━━She said.

━━Of course. I guess, Rihannon, you've already read the script━━Seeing her nod, Anthony Russo smiled with his brother━━Great, we'll guide you to where the test will be done.━━Obeying the directors, Rihannon said goodbye to the receptionist and smiled at the Seeing her murmurs a soft "good luck" with her two thumbs up.

━━So miss hart, your agent, alice. You told us about your latest work in Teen Wolf, right?━━In response to Feige's question, Rihannon smiled and nodded, remembering with adoration her participation in her favorite series.

━━Yes, my participation was short, but I enjoyed the experience━━She responded softly with a smile. Feige and the brothers looked at each other and smiled.

━━One of my daughters loves that series, and I must admit that they adore her character in the series━━Joe commented, making a small shine appear in the young actress's blue eyes.

━━Really? I'm glad that your daughter liked it━━A smile took over her when she knew that one of the director's daughters liked her performance in the series

She did not often hear adulation about her participation in Teen Wolf, given that her character only appeared for three episodes and then did not appear again. She had played a girl who was the daughter of a retired werewolf hunter, who saved Derek Hale of an enemy shooting him with a shotgun and joining the pack for a short time, her colleagues and director of the series had congratulated her for her work, and her skills in the few stunts she had performed at the time.

Her grandmother was the most excited to see her granddaughter in the series, as was her friend Lucy, but no one other than the two of them congratulated her except for a few classmates from her school.

Upon arriving at the testing area, Rihannon allowed herself to admire the place, observing in detail the black walls, the lights that hung from the ceiling and the lamps that surrounded the small recording set, in front of the set there was a camera and three seats , in which she assumed the brothers russo and kevin feige would be sitting.

Seeing the young woman admiring the set, the CEO approached her.

━━You can leave your backpack there, if you want. We'll start in a few minutes━━He pointed to one of the empty chairs not far from where they were, with a small nod, Rihannon thanked him with a small smile and walked away to rest his backpack on the chair.

After a few minutes, Rihannon was in front of the camera - still off - while the makeup artist finished her work before she could perform her audition.

━━Forgive me for saying this, but you look like a badass Barbie━━At the comment of the makeup artist, named Ruth, Rihannon let out a small laugh as she felt the corner of her lips rise upward.

━━Thank you?━━She dubiously acknowledged his compliment with a small smile on her face. When she finished, Ruth said goodbye to her with a small smile and wished her good luck.

━━Are you ready, Rihannon?━━Listening to one of the Russo brothers, Rihannon took a deep breath and then nodded.━━Great, the camera is already on and will start recording in 3…2…1━ ━━Seeing the red light of the camera, the teenager looked forward, feeling her facial expression become serious.

The first dialogue was heard through the voice of Kevin Faige.

And that dialogue would only be the beginning of everything.

[teddypines]

Scrapbooking with Momma

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Sumary: Bonding with Natasha while learning how to do arts and craft. Nat showing Y/N her scrapebook and Y/N wanting to do it too so they can be like Momma. Steve showing up at the end for a moment.

Note: A Short one this time, but filled with fluff. gn!reader, around 4 - 5 years old. Also thank you all very much for the 100 followers and the support, it means a lot to me.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason) Detka = baby/babe

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Y/N helpt Nat Bring down all the craft spices they could find around the compound, to the kitchen table. Nat was going to help Y/N with learning proper crafting skills. Besides, Y/N was now at the age where having those skills and the knowledge of crafting would be key and important for other things later in life, mostly to prevent accidents and bigger messes. As Nat carried the two bigger bins, Y/N carried the smaller bin with the little trinkets.

“Momma? Why are you carrying the big bins?” Y/N asked as they looked over the smaller bin up at their momma. “Because we are going to need all the craft stuff we have, so I can teach you and help you with your crafting skills. Of course we are going to have a fun afternoon too.” Nat answered once she set the two bins onto the kitchen table. “Okay, Momma." 

Once everything was set up on the kitchen table and Y/N was sitting next to Nat the crafting lesson could begin. Nat showed Y/N her own scrapbook first, it was the one she was making now, but she had a few others she would show once the time was right.

“Wow.”

“Impressive, hu?”

“Yes! I want to do that too!”

“I’ll teach you, Dorogoy.”

So Nat Showed Y/N how to hold scissors and how to glue without making a mess, but most importantly she showed Y/N how to be creative and use that to make art on a blank page of her scrapbook. To put little things together to make something beautiful and capture memories. Nat would get Y/N a scrapbook of their own next time they would go to the craft store. the two of them spending the rest of the day like this, just to them bonding and crafting.

After a little while of the two crafting Steve joined the two at the kitchen table. Doing his own little sketch of his wife and little one. Loving the picture perfect moment. He got surprised when a sticker appeared in the corner of his page, Y/N giggling as they made Daddy’s art better with a rainbow sticker.

"Momma?" Peter called out for Natasha as he walked into the kitchen. "Have you seen Harley and Dad?" He asked while looking around the kitchen. Steve looked up from his sketch and gave Peter a smile. Holding Y/N in place so they wouldn't interrupt their Momma talking to Peter. “Aren’t they in the lab with Dada?” Natasha answered. “They should be there around this time.”

Peter slowly shook his head. “Their not there.” “Have you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y yet?” Steve asked in return. Only for Peter to shake his head again. Y/N got excited and wiggled out of Steve’s hold. “Can I ask!? Please?!” They asked with a big smile on their face. Steve shook his head with a small smile on his face as Peter facepalmed. “Maybe next time, Dorogoy. You know you still have trouble with your words sometimes.” Natasha said to Y/N before she put the cap back on the glue stick. “Otay, next time, promise?”

“Promise.” Natasha answered Y/N. She turned to Peter and gave him a look. “Go ask F.R.I.D.A.Y, and if they are out you can join us in arts and crafts.” She instructed Peter, who nodded and quickly looked up at the ceiling to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y where Harley and Tony were. Turns out Tony and Harley were indeed out, something out Harley needed something for his bike and Tony was all too happy to help him get it.

“Now you can join our crafts!” Y/N said excited, they got out of Steve’s lap and rounded the table to sit next to Natasha again. “Momma showed me how to scrawpebook! She can teach you too!” “Owh that actually sounds really fun, can you teach me too, Momma?” Peter asked as he sat on the other side of Natasha. “Of course, Detka. So you start with a basic idea and a layout. Like this.” Natasha answered and started to show Peter how to do scrapbook, with Y/N helping since they were an expired now too.