#toni writes

[toni-peperoni]

The Rosquez a/b/o fic I was talking about a few days ago is up on my ao3 now, go check it out if you want to!! First stand alone about them, soooooo much more brain rot about them still

[corazondebeskar-reads]

me: sits at my desk to push through some work projects I've been procrastinating

me, thirty minutes later: comes to in a haze to find a google doc with 1.2k of werewolf!joel x reader and an outline 💀

[helaisthequeen]

How Do You Even Seduce Someone While Dancing?

The link to this on AO3!

Pairing - Peter Parker/ Tony Stark

Rating mature

Hope you enjoy!

It was Peter’s 25th birthday and Pepper had orchestrated a party for him. You see it was a surprise, so she was running around the place yelling at everyone to fix this and that and always going up to Tony to stop drinking all the liquor. At this point he had gotten through half of the bottle, “How are you so fast! I know you like booze and all but you really have to be sober for when Peter shows up, I don’t want a drunk Tony all over him.” 

He just rolled his eyes at her and downed the rest of his drink. The result of that was Pepper taking the bottle before he had time to pour the next one. “Hey. You know I have a great- no an amazing tolerance towards alcohol. Besides, the party is in three hours..” She just sighed and walked away with the bottle of whiskey. 

Meanwhile Peter was getting ready for the surprise party which he knew about, of course. He chose tight black jeans that were a little flared at the calf’s with a white button up shirt and a black corset. The now 25 year old did a sharp winged eyeliner, fixed his brows and did some blush. “Should I put on some rings? Uhh of course, gotta look extra good for a certain someone.” He winked to himself as he was sitting in front of a mirror. 

He heard his favourite ringtone ever which was the intro to Creepschool, so he figured it was one of the Avengers calling him to tell some lie to get him to come to the compound for his surprise birthday party. 

“Hi. What’s up?” Clint asked, sounding weird. “We kinda need you at the compound like right now. So be ready for your driver in ten minutes.” Peter was just about to say something back but Clint had hung up before he could ask questions.  

That was not how he thought it would go. Okay let’s be real that’s exactly how he imagined it would go. None of the Avengers were that smooth when it came to surprises, not if it was Tony obviously. 

As the ten minutes had now passed he looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he left his apartment, he took the elevator from the third story and went out through the gate and got in the car, as the driver pulled into the traffic he started to get a little nervous wondering who would be there, if Tony would be there. 

He got out of the car thanking the driver as he always does and walked the short distance to the door and entered the code for the door to get in. Peter took the elevator to the main area and as the doors opened he stepped out. Everyone then shouted “Happy birthday!!!” 

“You little shithead!” Tony added, grinning. Pepper just pushed his shoulder, sighing. 

Tony was the first one to hug him and wished him a happy birthday, “I didn’t think you would be here!” The young man said. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s your birthday, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Literally.” He said as he kissed him on the cheek, making Peter blush. 

“It’s great to see you Tony. But what are you drinking, is what I’m curious about?” 

“It’s a single-malt scotch, now why you ask?” Tony asked as he drank from his drink. Peter touched the older man’s arm but released only a second later and walked his way towards the bar. He took a class and picked out the alcohol. But turned around and looked at Tony and gave him a smile, the look on Tony’s face said he succeeded in seducing. 

“Can you help me pour one?” The young man said while batting his eyelashes. The older man sucked in his breath and gave Peter a look over, the view of his tight jeans, the way they hug his curves and that corset is the best sight he has ever witnessed.

“Well of course. It’s your birthday after all!” Tony took the bottle from Peter’s hands, the older man felt the lingering eye contact on him as he poured the right amount. “There you go Pete.” 

Peter accepted the drink from Tony and took a sip, loving the taste on his tongue. He proceeded to go to the other guests and chatted a little with everyone. 

“You little bastard,” MJ said with a glint in her eyes. “The clear outfit choice and the flirting with him, you’re on fire tonight Peter.” Peter just shrugged his shoulders and grinned at her, “I can’t help it, I gotta do what needs to be done.” The bite on his lips said it all. 

Ned approached him from the elevator and hugged him. “Dude!! You’re 25 now! I can’t believe it, happy birthday bitch.” Ned was really happy to see Peter and MJ, they talked for a while, mostly about their jobs and how Peter is doing. Peter excused himself and went over to talk with Natasha. 

“So you’re 25 now, congratulations. I see you are drinking a scotch, didn’t know you liked it. Or are you just drinking to get drunk?” Nat glared at him questioningly. 

“No, I actually like it, the taste is amazing.” He stated. “How are you doing Nat? By the way, who even picked out the music?” He said while the Happy Birthday song was playing. 

“I’m doing good, thanks for asking. And I think Clint chose the music.” 

Natasha looked over at Clint and just stared at him, to whom he looked up at her and just put his hands up questioning what her deal was. 

“Ah that explains it.. wait imma just go put mine on, brb.” Peter went up to the huge speakers and switched to his phone and put on his playlist. 

The first song that was put on was “All My Heroes - Curbi Remix” by Naeleck. He put down his drink and started dancing, searched for Tony in the crowd and sought eye contact. He swayed and rolled his hips. He put his hands on his hips and lifted his arms over his head, kicking out his hip. When the beat dropped Peter put his hand over his forehead and just broke loose on the floor. 

Across the floor Tony, who lost his breath while looking at Peter, he’s trying to talk to some of the Avengers but his focus is elsewhere. “I didn’t know Peter could dance.” Steve looked at him in wonder, also in trance by his moves. 

“Tony. Tony!” “Hey Earth to Tony.” Pepper snapped her fingers to get his attention, he just snapped his head towards her. “Huh?” He shook his head trying to get the image of Peter dancing out of his head. “Sorry, lost my focus, what was it you were saying again?” 

“I was talking about- you know what, forget it!” Tony just waved his hand and went over to the young man and brought his drink and handed it over to Peter. 

“Thanks!” He took the drink and downed the rest of it. “Woah woah! Slow down, that stuff hits hard.” Tony warned him but Peter just shook his head. “I can’t really get drunk thanks to my fast metabolism, so I’m good. Or rather it’s quite annoying at times ‘cause that would be awesome but it’s meh..” 

“Didn’t know that, but why take the risk?” Tony questioned. 

“Yeah I’ve tried it multiple times so I know. But I do like the taste of whiskey, and this scotch was exquisite. Might as well pour me another one, you want one?” He took Tony’s empty glass and walked over to the bar. 

“Do you need help with that?” Tony asked, wanting to help. 

“No thanks, I know how to pour.” He gave the older man a wink. 

The young man picked up the same single-malt scotch and poured his and Tony’s drink. Tony had the realisation that Peter knows what he’s doing and in fact didn’t need any help earlier today and was just playing dumb. 

“Here you go, handsome.” Peter handed Tony his drink and walked away swaying his hips a little. Tony stood there with his mouth open and another realisation hit that Peter was in fact flirting with him. Now he felt really dumb for not figuring it out sooner, even though he is the king of flirting. 

He put his drink down on the bar and went to the bathroom. He entered one of the many stalls and thought to himself, ‘Come on, get your game on.’ As he exited the stall and washed his hands Peter entered through the door. 

“Hi.” The young man said in a sweet voice. 

The older man walked towards Peter and cornered him against the wall and just looked at him. He saw the creeping blush on the young man’s cheeks. He put his hand on Peter’s cheek and searched his eyes to see if this is what he wanted and saw the confirmation. 

He leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Peter placed his hands on Tony’s waist to draw him in. Both of them went to lock the door but just laughed at it and locked it together. The young man welcomed the kiss by opening his mouth and Tony went in with his tongue and they were both deep in the kiss. 

They both pulled apart many seconds later from banging on the door, they just shouted “Not now!” And laughed it off, “Wow, that was amazing.” Peter said while trying to catch his breath. 

“That was well overdue, that dancing you did earlier was making me so hot, you can gladly do it again.” He winked. 

“I’ll gladly do it anytime.” He then kissed the older man again. “But now I need to go to the bathroom.” Peter went over to one of the stalls and said to Tony, “I’ll see you out there.” And went into the stall and locked it. 

“Can’t wait.” Tony said. 

The young man waited until he heard Tony exit the bathroom and put his hand over his mouth and just did his happy dance.

The End!

[corazondebeskar]

I just want to get up and write at my desk but—

he’s on my lap and he said no, so.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[inkiedraws]

Chopper: “........WAIT A MINUTE..”

[strangersatellites]

best friends steve and eddie who think it would be funny to have a fake engagement photo shoot and send out wedding invitations and a gift registry to famous people.

best friends steve and eddie who get a keurig from oprah, a knife set from samuel l. jackson, a set of wine glasses from tony hawk, and a plethora of other household items they’d been eyeing for their shared apartment with robin and nancy and laugh so hard they can’t breathe.

best friends steve and eddie who keep up the charade and swindle free cake samples out of all of the local bakeries and eat cake until they’re sick.

best friends steve and eddie who know they’d be the talk of the town attending their high school reunion back home hand in hand and don’t see the issue with keeping it up a little longer.

girlfriends robin and nancy wondering how long steve has to keep wearing his ring around the house and eddie has to keep referring to him as his fiancé to their friends before they figure out that maybe it’s not pretend anymore. maybe it never was.

[resqectable]

Know who you are. Know what you want. Know what you deserve. and don’t settle for less.

Tony Gaskins

[stxar-pvnk]

Do you think if like in a universe where endgame and that never happened and Peter and tony were just hanging out one day in the labs

Tony too tired to notice he's speaking in Italian: ehi tesoro, puoi passarmi le pinzette?

(Hey, baby can you pass me the tweezers?)

Peter who knows Italian from may: sì, proprio qui, papà.

(yeah, right here dad.)

They both freeze for two different reasons.

Peter embarassed out of his mind,

Peter in his head: DID I JUST CALL HIM DAD?! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG..

Tony who found out Peter was his son 2 weeks ago

Tony in his head: DID HE FIND THE DNA TEST?!...

[thoughtkick]

If you can’t do anything about it then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.

Tony Baskin

[toni-peperoni]

I am begging you to share more of your mechanic alex vision

Okay so: We know that Alex actually wanted to be a mechanic for Marc rather than a rider himself, but Marc pushed him to at least try.

And Alex subbed in in Moto3 for the first time in 2012 and then did the entire season of 2013 and for this we have to pretend it didn't go as well as it actually did, so he decided to stop, focus on school and pursue his dream of becoming a mechanic.

I'm not very familiar (at all) with the Spanish school system, but it would probably mean, he'd finish school in 2014 and after that find a university to study remotely at. Finishing the school in Spain had meant almost a year of barely seeing his brother and that just wasn't something either could or would choose (love my codependent babes), but it would also lead to Alex being a little less dependent, because he knows basic life can work without Marc there, though for Marc basic life was racing and Alex was still present at every European race if possible.

The public would of course know Alex as Marc's brother and very rarely bring up that he used to race too, but they would know them more in the way Carola is known as Pecco's sister rather than Luca is known as Vale's brother, if that makes sense?

He'd start his apprenticeship at a racing team shortly there after, spending his first year learning with the Moto3 bikes, but his talents didn't go unnoticed, so he was moved up to learn about the difference of the 250cm³ and 765cm³ engines.

He finished his apprenticeship there in 2017 having made some appearances in the Repsol Honda factory already, seeing as he also needs to learn about the 1000cm³ bikes after all. That meant he had lots of experience with racing and working under pressure already and without hesitation, he was signed as one of Marc's mechanics at the beginning of the 2018 season.

They won two championships together and Marc knew no matter what, no matter how shit something went, he could always return to the garage and have his brother's support no matter how often he crashed, how much pain the bike caused him, his brother was there in and out of the garage.

There's two ways to go from here:

1. They became even more codependent and Marc leaving Honda was like a slap to the face for both of them.

2. They drifted apart a bit always aware, that they could rely on eachother for everything and have someone to talk to no matter, but Marc learned through seeing his brother work through the night on the bike, that he wasn't doing it only for Marc, but also for his love of bikes and Alex learned, that no matter how hard he tried, how much he wanted it, he couldn't always make his brother happy.

Either way, there were long discussions held and many tears fell, while Marc thought about whether he should leave or not.

In the end Marc left and Alex stayed. Why? Because he basically had only worked with Hondas for his entire life, there was no set up, no aero, no engine, he knew as well as the Honda. He lived for that bike.

While Marc's crew chief switched over to the other side of the box, now working with Joan, Alex stayed on his side of the garage and started to work with the new guy. Luca.

He knew Luca, of course he did, well at least by name and from the few stories Marc had told, when he and Vale were still okay.

He had even raced against Luca, one single race in 2013, when Alex did his one and only podium in Misano in the Moto3, Luca had subbed in for an injured rider.

But it wasn't Alex to bring that info to the table. It was actually Luca, who after Alex had introduced himself with the rest of the crew had told him that little fact. Alex would have forgotten about it.

That was the first encounter Alex had with Luca's very observant nature, leading to him noticing the smallest details about people's habits and making positive remarks about those.

Away from the track Luca was kind, gentle and always in for a laugh, but on the track, he was just as fierce as everyone else. Despite the Honda being... well the bike that it currently is, he never once tried to blame his mechanics, rather giving feedback about the bike, than telling them in a condescending voice how shit it was. That would have been very understandable and Alex had been rarely actually mad, when riders had done that, he understood the emotions and knew that most riders would come around to apologize later, because it had been a heat of the moment thing.

They were working very close together, going over data until late at night, because Luca was as determined to make that bike work again as Alex was. So it became natural to them to spend time together and they were starting to become friends and eventually more...

[corazondebeskar-reads]

WIP title game 🖤

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tysm for the tags @janaispunk @cool-iguana @amanitacowboy

wips:

crack crossover (din x reader x joel)

omegaverse din (din x reader)

the moon still rises even after the earth dies (joel x reader)

gladiator!Din (din x reader)

hunger games au (joel x reader)

ain't no rest for the wicked (tess x reader x joel)

of rage and ruin (joel x reader)

break the back of love for you (joel x reader)

good god there are too many, rip so sorry if you've been tagged already

no pressure tags: @alwaysmicado @thepascalofus @tightjeansjavi @bastardmandennis @max--phillips @bearsbeetsbeskar @milla-frenchy @covetyou

[mandowh0re]

Come Back To Me

Chapter 1

Pairing: mer person! Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve leaves Tony behind to go fight in the war, and doesn’t come back… Until 65 years later.

A/N: let me know what you want to see in future chapters! again credit to this art by @capnstars for the inspiration!

Warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of death, death ideation if you squint, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 1428 LOL

Happy Reading!

Prologue / Part 1

Steve isn’t sure whether or not he’s happy they found him. He’s not sure if he’s grateful or resentful that they brought him back. He’s alive, but at what cost? Everyone he knows is dead, except Peggy, but she’s in a memory care home and barely remembers him.

It grips at his throat in the dead of night when he tries to sleep. He feels sick and angry and sad, all at the same time.

He thinks of the last night he saw Tony. That night was the first and last time they had shown each other the love they had, but they never got to say their ‘I love you’s. Tony refused to hear it, because Steve could say it when he got back.

It’s been 65 years since that night.

Steve knows that as a mer person, Tony lived longer. But he didn’t know by how much. And in those 65 years, anything could have happened…

Steve vomits at the thought that anything might have happened.

It’s two more weeks by the time he’s decided he has to visit their spot at the lake. Maybe it’s not there anymore. Maybe there’s apartments there, or a shopping mall.

But when he gets off his SHIELD-issued motorcycle, he lets go of a breath and feels almost giddy that it’s been nearly untouched.

He’s brought a bag to keep him occupied for the day, because he really doesn’t plan on leaving until it gets dark. He needs this, to feel something familiar. Even though it fills his throat with emotions and turns his stomach inside out to know that Tony won’t show up.

He settles under the large oak tree that’s still there, noticing that their names are still carved into the wood. He pulls out his pencils and sketchbook, and begins to the view, but eventually catches himself drawing Tony, propped up onto the boulder he always favored laying on.

He’s immersed in every detail of Tony, making sure to get everything right; the shape of his eyes, the dimples of his smile, the curve of his collarbone, the shape of his tail, even the scar on his fin.

He doesn’t know how much time has passed, he hasn’t been paying attention and honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that by the time he looks up from the page, the sun is no longer in front of him, but behind. Almost as soon as he looks up, there’s a rustling sound and the water ripples.

“Hello?” Steve calls, standing up from his spot. His joints ache at the sudden movement and his right foot is asleep. He looks around but doesn’t see a soul. He shakes out his foot and moves to the water.

Maybe it was just a fish.

He takes a long breath and walks to the boulder, and rolls his pant legs up, deciding to hang his legs in the water. He sits and submerged his legs into the cool water.

That’s when he sees it.

There’s a rock a few meters away that juts into the water. There’s a fin swishing under the water that’s just in sight. And Steve’s heart stops.

He knows that fin. He memorized the color, the shape, the little tear that never fully healed from an injury a long, long time ago.

Steve doesn’t speak, though. Because it’s not possible… Right? He can’t even find his voice.

Suddenly he feels like he’s having an out of body experience. His voice leaves his body without consent nor recognition.

“Tony?” He sounds breathless.

The fin stops moving, and for several long moments, Steve thinks he’s not breathing. Has he died? Did he crash his motorcycle and now he’s dead?

But then the water ripples again and the owner of said fin peeks around the rock.

He’s definitely dead… Because-

“Steve?” Tony says. It sounds broken, scared.

Steve lets go of the breath he’s been holding, “Holy shit-“ He scrambles into the water and moves to swim to Tony, but of course Tony is already there, looking up at the man that’s used to be MUCH smaller.

“You’re taller.”

It’s the same thing Bucky said to him.

“You’re older.” Because yeah, Tony’s features are definitely older. He looks like what a human man in his early 40s might look. He’s got a sharp goatee that has Steve nearly foaming at the mouth.

The water only stands to Steve’s waist, when it used to come to his chest.

Tony can’t meet Steve’s height anymore, not in water this shallow.

“I need you to come down here and kiss me before it kills me.”

Steve takes no time in bending down and pulling Tony up against him, standing up at his full height once more. Tony grabs Steve’s face and kisses him with fervor. Like this kiss will make Steve stay, and stop him from disappearing again.

Steve’s arms are wrapped around Tony, one around his middle and one around his tail where his bottom would be if he were human. Tony wraps his tail around Steve’s legs in order to hold him tighter.

When they finally break for air, they’re both crying.

“I thought you were dead-“

“How are you here-“

“You never came back-“

“I thought I’d never see you again-“

Confessions and fears pour from each other until they’re sunk back into the water, Steve on his knees and holding Tony to him.

“I love you.” Steve tells him.

Tony is quiet, looking Steve in the eyes as tears fall.

“You told me to wait until I came back to you. I’m back, and I can’t wait anymore. I need you to know that I love you more than anything. I can’t survive without you anymore. I’ll- I have connections, now. Maybe we can bring you back to SHIELD and get you a pool with top secret clearance and maybe we can try and find a way to-“

Tony silences the man with another kiss. When he pulls away, Steve’s quiet.

“I’ll go wherever you want. Just don’t disappear again.”

Steve nods and looks down, suddenly noticing two things.

Tony is wearing his dog tags, and

There’s a glowing blue light in Tony’s chest.

Tony notices Steve’s gaze, “I’ve never stopped wearing them. Not since Peggy showed up with them…”

Tony closes his eyes at the memory, not wanting to think about it now.

Steve kisses Tony’s shoulder, thumbing the tags, “And the…” He trails off, not really knowing what to call the thing taking place in Tony’s sternum.

“…The reactor? It’s a long, sad story. I don’t want to ruin this with it. I’ll tell you another time.”

Steve grabs Tony’s hand and squeezes it, kissing his knuckles and holding it to his chest. His heart hurts, because it looks incredibly painful. The skin around it is scarred and puckered, the color of his skin ranging between pink and red and pale. Something horrible happened, and Steve wasn’t here to protect him.

“Hey,” Tony lifts Steve’s chin so that he looks at him, “Don’t worry. I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

“As much?” Steve’s eyes are sad. Tony’s are too, but he smiles and tilts his head.

“Don’t worry about that right now. A lot has changed. I haven’t been completely alone the last few years.”

Steve isn’t sure what that means, but he feels like something is lifted off his chest. He nods, agreeing to stop pressing the issue because Tony clearly doesn’t want to talk about it right now.

Tony smiles and ducks his head, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s neck, “You’re much stronger now.”

Steve chuckles, “Yeah.”

Tony’s hands move from Steve’s shoulders down to his biceps, and squeeze, “So… Muscle-y.” He nips at Steve’s pulse point, earning him a gasp. He smirks, “Anything else change?” He asks, pushing his tail into Steve, making the other man groan.

Steve grabs at Tony’s arms and turns them around, pushing Tony into the dirt along the water.

“Would you like me to show you?” Steve asks, his voice now low and filled with lust. Tony looks into his eyes, the blue almost completely overtaken by his blown out pupils.

Tony nods, “Please.”

They spend the rest of the day like that, making up for lost time.

By the time Fury gets a call from Steve, it’s nearly 10pm.

“Captain, what the fuck-“

“I need a favor. I’ll sign up for your super team, but I need this in exchange.”

Fury sits up from his relaxed position in his office chair, interest suddenly piqued, “Go on…”

***

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[helaisthequeen]

Without You - Chapter Three

Ch 1 Ch 2

The link to AO3

Tw: Major character death, grieving, IW and Endgame

I hope you enjoy!

~~

When the team got back from their assigned times they noticed someone was missing- Natasha. “Where’s Nat?” Tony looked worried when he asked Clint, to whom Clint just fell into a ball on the platform sobbing. “We lost her..” he managed to spill out, “She just.. I was going to be the one to jump, but she would not let me.. S-she sacrificed herself for this stupid stone.” He got up and threw the soul stone at Tony, “I hope you’re happy now! You get your boyfriend back but I lose my best friend.” 

“Clint, come on!” As he is walking away, he looks up and sees a woman, wearing a long dark cloak covering her face, “Woah! Where the hell did you come from?!” He turns back around to look at his friends who started running towards the mysterious figure ready to fight. She raised her hand and pulled up her hood enough to expose her face and everyone stopped in their tracks and just stared. Somehow.. It was Natasha. 

‘How can she be alive? I saw her fall! I saw her die.’ Clint thought as he reached out his hand to touch her face to see if she was real and that he wasn’t dreaming, “I’m real Clint.. I’m alive. Well sort of..” 

“How is this possible?” Stark asked clearly dumbfounded, he had always theorised about resurrection since Peter’s passing but never had solved it. 

“But I saw you! You died!” Clint tried so hard to fight the tears but one escaped. 

“A reaper saved me, she gave me a second chance, I got back to earth.. to 2014, the tech was already ruined and didn’t work so I had no way to get back to 2023. What I had to do was keep my footprints minimal and not interfere with anything.” Natasha said. 

“Wait, why did you say “sort of”?” Carol asked. 

“Because I’m not really alive.. I had to pay my dept to balance the universe, both for not staying dead on Vormir and for being resurrected, and that was to either go back to being dead or become something else.” She said as she removed her hood entirely to reveal long black hair and two very big black wings. 

“The price was becoming the horseman, Death.” The wings got back to where they came from, just disappearing into her body.

Right after the team talked with Natasha she said she had to go, that her being there already compromised it all, so she spread her wings and took off flying.

~~

After a couple of minutes of carefully putting the assembled stones in the gauntlet it was finally ready. There were a lot of people saying that they should do it but eventually Bruce did it, bringing everyone back. 

Clint was the first one to get a confirmation that they succeeded, Tony saw Clint and tried to call Peter on their shared linked comms and after a couple seconds that felt like a million years. “Peter? Peter, honey?!” He prayed at this point to god even though he didn’t believe in him. But at last he got a response from his fiancé, “Tony? What happened? Where are you?” The worry in his voice was so loud. “I’m here sweetie, I’m here. You’re back and that's what matters.” 

A moment later a portal opened and the team from Titan walked through and the first one Tony sees is Peter, his Peter. Both of them started to run towards each other and collapsed into each other's embrace declaring, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I don’t want to fight you.” Tony said. While Peter said almost the same. Tony took a hold of Peter's face with his hands, cupping his cheeks and looked into his eyes and started kissing the young man. They were in the zone until someone coughed saying “Get a room.”

Peter opened his eyes and looked around and started to blush so he went and hid in the crook of Tony’s neck. “Sorry..” Peter said, “Or wait, no. No, I will not apologise for kissing my fiancé after I have allegedly been dead for a year.” So he went back to kissing Tony. 

But they were abruptly interrupted by a huge destruction of the compound, the team was split up and badly hurt. Peter couldn’t see anything and a huge wave of deja vu struck, it was just like that time when the building collapsed on him back when Tomes still operated. He tried to call Tony through their linked comms but there was no connection so his only option was to try to get out by himself, and since that barely did anything he had to call for help.   

But the only thing he managed to get out was a measly “help”. He tried all he could to get all the concrete off of him but it didn’t work. His lungs got less and less air and he hoped to god that someone would find him.

~~ 

Tony woke up with his ears ringing from the bomb - thank god for his nano suit, without it he would be more toast then he already is- and he could bearly breath from his broken ribs but he didn’t care because all he cared for was Peter and he could not see him. He tried to call him but it just disconnected, so he was left with calling on him.

“Peter!!!! Peter, can you hear me?! Is anyone near me?!!” The older man called out in desperation and to his surprise he heard a wheezing sound coming from below him. He tried to lift off the blocks of concrete but he was not strong enough, not even with his suit. “Steve? Steve you there?”  He prayed that his comms weren’t destroyed like Peter’s. “Tony. Thank god you’re alive, where are you?” Steve’s voice sounded hoarse, probably from all the dust and debris. “Friday is tracking your comms and will tell you the way to go…” a pause, “I need your help. It’s Peter… I think he’s trapped.” The older man muted his comms so that Steve can’t hear him breaking down.

Cap struggled with it but got it done, “Last one Peter..” The captain said. But when Peter was free of all the concrete there was a bigger problem.. “Peter.. Try not to freak out but..” Steve said warily. 

“I have a metal bar through me, don’t I?” Peter’s voice was barely above a whisper.  Tony and Cap picked him up as carefully as possible, “Careful.. Careful.. You’re safe.” When they put him on his feet Peter almost fell towards Tony, “Whoa whoa!! I got you.” That’s when he started to cough blood right on Tony, Peter stumbled back a little until he got his balance right, “Hey hey, calm down, what are you doing?!” Peter took a hold of the metal bar and started to pull it out. “No no no! Not a good idea. Pete no.” The man tried to stop the younger man but he just said: “I need to heal.. Can’t heal with this in me.” He gripped it again and pulled it out entirely. It sounded painful and Tony hated it. 

“See, it’s starting to heal already. Thank you Steve.. Hey I’m okay. Tony, look at me, I’m okay.” The young man took hold of Tony’s jaw and looked him right in his eyes, “I’m okay” he whispered. To whom the older man nodded. 

~~

They started to make their way up to where Thanos was, all the Avengers assembled and the battle began. There was a lot happening and all the Avengers were trying desperately to win, but there had to be a sacrifice. Someone had to make the snap and that person was supposed to be Tony.. 

“And.. I am.. Iron Man!” Snap! “What?” Tony tried to snap but the stones weren't there, someone had taken them. Tony gasped, “Peter!!” 

“I can’t let you die on me just yet, old man!” And with the snap of his fingers it was done, Thanos’ army disappeared and turned to dust and last was The Mad Titan himself, incinerating to dust.

Tony ran towards Peter and held him as he gasped for air, he yelled for people to help him, but then a miracle happend, Peter started to heal. The right side of his body is still visibly damaged, the scars seem like old healed scars at this point and his eye is still affected. So what Tony does is call out for Friday to call Dr. Cho and she did as she was told. Ten minutes later Dr. Cho came in a helicopter and rushed towards Peter and paramedics put him on their board and in under thirty seconds he was on and was soon in the ambulance helicopter with Tony.   

~~

Peter woke up in a hospital room for what felt like the day after the snap. He remembers it pretty well, him stopping Tony, the love of his life from snapping his fingers and did it himself and the next thing he remembers from that is Tony holding him in his lap and begging him not to leave him. 

To his right he saw Tony sleeping in the chair next to the hospital bed and on his left was Ned and MJ and his aunt May. And when they noticed that he was awake they immediately called the nurses, the nurses came in rushing, to check on him to see if he was okay. After Peter had been given some water he took a hold of Tony’s hand and shook it. “Babe?” He said, “Tony?”

“Huh?” As he was waking up from his deep slumber he looked up to see Peter awake, “You’re awake? Omg! I’ve missed you so much Petey. Don’t you ever do that to me again.” The man rose up and took a hold of the younger man's face and leaned in to kiss his fiancé, “I promise, plus I’m here now and that’s what matters.” 

“And you were about to sacrifice yourself so you don’t have that much to say about it. And you would have died while doing it, so I did it so you wouldn’t have to die”

The young man continued the kiss and at this point Ned, MJ and May started to go out the hospital room but didn’t get that far before Peter said that he wanted to say hi to them as well. 

~~

It was about six months after the battle, Peter had gone through a couple surgeries to fix his right side, his right arm got replaced with a bionic arm just like Bucky and his body had healed well and he was up on his feet with the help of physiotherapy. Tony has never been happier than he is right now, they have even started to plan their wedding. 

[puhpandas]

shoulder touch as a romantic gesture save me

[the-music-maniac]

Not that I read mpreg all that often (not really my thing generally speaking) but I came across some "Sanji is pregnant" fics in the sanzo/zosan tag, and not nearly the same amount for Zoro. It got me thinking about the trope. I think the lack of Zoro fics here is a tragic oversight. I think we as a fandom are absolutely and tragically ignoring the potential comedy gold of Zoro being the one to be pregnant instead.

Because when people write Sanji, the general trend I'm seeing (upon scanning through some of the fics quickly) is that he's cautious about it. Conscientious, careful to make sure things are okay. Which - arguably I could see, Sanji is probably the more practical of the two (not by a whole lot but still)and he didn't have a good childhood. Sanji being pregnant is usually a fic about his heaps of parental issues, childhood trauma and angst - which is fun to read. It's good. It's amazing, even.

Zoro being pregnant is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT gonna be a COMEDY. We're talking about a man who once tried to fight Kuina holding like 20 bokkens. We're talking about a man who got stuck in wax and thought the reasonable solution was to cut off his legs.

The entire crew spends the next 9 months tearing their hair out, preventing Zoro from doing stupid shit (exhibit A: cutting off his own limbs). They spend the same amount of time trying to stop Luffy from gum-gum-grabbing Zoro and yeeting him anytime he needs to get them out of a sticky situation.

The crew (mostly Sanji) is on 24/7 prevent-zoro-from-drinking-alcohol duty (impossible). Chopper is constantly stressed in the later months cause no one puts it past Zoro to get lost somewhere, give birth out in the woods and come strolling back with a baby tucked under his arm. They have to start hiding Zoro's dumbbells.

Franky and Usopp design and build a nursery and spends the entire time suspiciously teary eyed. Sanji tries to pretend he's unaffected but spends an entire night creating a 9 month meal plan of all the nutrients Zoro and the baby are gonna need. Not even a day later, one of the crew finds him up at 2 am making a mountain of food because Zoro made the mistake of offhandedly mentioning he had particular pregnancy craving within earshot of Sanji. In the end Zoro has to sit on him to stop Sanji from running himself ragged.

Robin keeps spouting morbid childbirth facts and quotes from parental advice books in equal measure. Nami keeps going on shopping sprees for cute baby clothes and adding the cost of them to Zoro's debt. Brook keeps writing lullabies and trying to sing them to Zoro's stomach. Zoro 100% uses his pregnancy belly as an excuse to walk around without a shirt 24/7 without getting nagged.

Somehow word gets out that the famous pirate hunter Zoro is pregnant, and at the next big fight with the Marines, half the soldiers refuse to fight him and instead start telling him to sit down, take it easy, shouting advice at him etc. Etc. Zoro loses his shit a little bit and cuts their boat in half.

Mihawk, upon finding out, tells Zoro in no uncertain terms that that is his grandchild and he's expecting them to visit so he can meet the baby when they're born. Zoro vehemently denies that Mihawk is his father (he is). Zeff upon finding out, is almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to being a mother hen. Perona buys even more baby clothes for the baby. She buys one singular shirt for Zoro as a joke, and it coincidentally happens to be the exact same brand of "mama" crop top he was forced to wear in that one filler episode. Zoro tries to chuck it into the ocean (he fails).

I'm essentially saying it would be absolute chaos, and it would be the funniest thing I've ever read. 9 months of Marimo wrangling. Can you imagine the look on Zoro's face if one of the opponents he was fighting were to tell him that he's "glowing"?

PLEASE, I would actually wheeze myself to death. The best part is you can still have plenty of Sanji angst. He still has parental issues except now they're flavoured with "I'm not ready to be a father" and "I'm terrified I'm gonna become my biological sperm donor" and "please don't die because of childbirth complications, that happened to my mother(sort of, I know she died after but it kinda counts), and I can't handle that happening again to you". Lots of cute/tender moments of Zoro comforting and reassuring Sanji. We can even have Zoro angst. He probably views protecting his crew as the one and only job he's good for (not true but that's probably what he thinks). Not being able to fulfill that is probably not helping his self esteem, and that sense of uselessness warring with his need to protect the baby - but the contradictory thing here is that to protect the baby he HAS to sit back and let other people do that FOR him. That plus all the other restrictions, people treating him differently, but him at the same time refusing to view his own child as a weakness. Imagine the havoc that would wreak. Oh my god.

Y'all don't understand, I don't even read mpreg that often and yet this is literally my ideal fic HAHAAAAA