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Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…
X-Men x Male Reader
Warnings: Justin Timberlake shade…
Summary: You’re a mutant and you’re invited to attend Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters…
(A/n: I gave you Emma Frost’s powers because i’m lazy)
(A/n 2: Yet another unplanned fic… i’m so sorry)
(A/n 3: I was gonna write more but word limit…)
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It all started in school, everything was normal.
You just heard the regular chatter of the students. Then suddenly you heard EVERYTHING, every thought of every single person in the school. You quickly went in to the men’s bathrooms, locking yourself in a stall.
Your head pulsated as if it was about to explode, you felt as if it were on fire. You didn’t understand what was happening. You curled up in a ball on the toilet trying to keep the voices out as tears streamed down your eyes. You have had similar headaches before but never like this.
After about half an hour the voices stopped, you were shaking and sweating, did you have some kind of fever. You got up from the toilet and left the stall. You went to a sink and cupped your hands and splashed some water on your face.
You readjusted your shirt that had gotten a bit messy. You looked in the mirror and noticed something strange, your left hand looked weird, it was glistening looking like some kind of glass. You quickly lifted your hand in front of your eyes… it looked normal.
You then made sure you looked decent before you left to go to the nurse’s office. You told her what had happened about your splitting headache and seeing weird stuff in the mirror. She took your temperature and looked you over, but everything seemed completely normal.
You were scared of the idea of having to go to class and getting another headache in front of everyone. Luckily for you, the school nurse was very nice and wanted to make sure you were okay, so she called your mom and asked if she could come pick you up.
You got in to your mom’s car and she looked at you worried. ”Hi sweetie, are you feeling okay?” she asked. ”Yeah at the moment at least” you said and explained. She was understanding and started driving the two of you home.
As she was driving you started hearing things again, your mom sat quiet, you looked around no people. Then they started growing louder and louder. ”Hey, let’s see what’s on the radio” your mom said pressing the radio button.
And like the flip of a switch, you felt a cutting pain in your head making you lean forwards and groan loudly. ”Oh, come on Y/n, Justin Timberlake isn’t THAT bad” you mom said. Slowly realisation crept up on her that it wasn’t about the pop star’s music playing.
She quickly pulled over the car trying to make sure you were okay. But she soon realised your pain wasn’t going away, so she immediately started driving towards the closest hospital. She also turned off Justin Timberlake, you might be in pain but you didn’t need to be tortured
Even at the hospital the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with you, but they recommended you take some headache medicine and to get some bedrest over the weekend. You tried but the headaches came on and off, keeping you from falling asleep.
While trying to rest the doorbell rang, you walked towards the door and opened it. You were met with a bald man in a wheel chair and a woman with long red hair, you didn’t recognise either. ”Can i help you?” you asked.
The bald man spoke up and greeted ”Hi, my name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is Doctor Jean Grey, mind if we come in for a chat?”.
Oh god… you had become a medical spectacle you thought to yourself.
You let the two in and served tea for the three of you. ”So, why do you want to speak with me?” you asked. ”Well Mr L/n, have you ever heard of mutants?” Professor Xavier asked.
”You mean those guys on the news with those freaky powers that everyone are afraid off?” you questioned. Professor Xavier nodded with a smile and said ”That’s one way to describe them”.
”You’ve been experiencing painful headaches recently, right?” Doctor Jean Grey asked. ”Y-Yeah” you said unsure, had your parents already called in medical experts to examine you…
”We have reason to believe you are a mutant, who has recently developed the power of telepathy” the professor explained. You sat in silence a moment, only being able to then utter ”I… What?”.
”It’s a gift that will let you read and see inside the minds of others” the professor continued to explain. You stood up and found yourself saying ”You should both leave, you’ve found the wrong person… I-I… I’m not a mutant you must be looking for someon- ahh!”.
You were cut off in the middle of your sentence by another sudden headache making you fall to your knees, holding your aching head. The Professor rolled closer to you and put a hand on your head and suddenly the pain eased.
”What did you?…” you asked confused looking at the professor. ”I used my freaky mutant powers to mute your powers slightly, to make them more manageable” he explained with a small smile. ”Look at Jean” he told you and pointed at the doctor.
”Now try to look inside her mind to see what she’s thinking” he instructed. You did as told and looked at the red haired woman, then without her opening her mouth you heard her say ”Hello Y/n” making you stumble backwards.
”How did you? How did i?” you questioned in complete shock. ”How about you sit down and we can answer all of your questions” Professor Xavier suggested.
So turns out you were a mutant.
It scared you but you decided to gather your courage and tell your parents about it… not a good idea. They got terrified of the idea of their son being a mutant and told you to go to your room.
So once you got to your room you made the impulsive descision to run away from home. You were worried what your parents would do… would they call the cops? Is being a mutant a crime?… Professor Xavier had given you his number. So you grabbed your phone and called the number.
He picked up. ”Hello, this is Charles Xavier” he greeted. ”Hey, it’s Y/n, i’m calling about your offer… you really have room for another student?” you questioned. ”Of course, we do” the professor answered kindly.
You packed a suitcase and climbed out of the window, silently sneaking away from the house. You took a bus leading to new york where’d you’d be picked up. A car was waiting when you got off the bus, Doctor Jean Grey was standing by it.
You got in the car and she drove the two of you towards the school. ”Are you nervous?” she asked, you wondered if you looked that obvious or if her own telepathy gave her a hint. You nodded.
”Don’t be you’ll fit right in. We might be a school but we’re also like a family, we take care of each other” she assured you. ”What about my powers? What if i accidentally hurt someone?” you asked. ”We’re gonna make sure you learn to control them, the Professor has dampened your powers and we’ll unlock them little by little, it shouldn’t be an issue” she explained comfortingly.
The car the pulled up beside a fancy looking mansion. You couldn’t help but be awed seeing it. It looked almost magical. You got out and got your suitcase, Jean led you to the enterance. It was just as impressive on the inside.
She showed you your room which you would be sharing with another student named Peter Rasputin, who according to Jean could turn his skin in to steel.
She gave you a tour of the rest of manor, introduced you to some of the other students and then left you to explore and get settled in. As you made your way around you were greeted and welcomed by the other teachers of the school.
The other students looked curiously at you as you passed, probably wondering who you are and what your powers are.
That night you also got to meet your roomate Peter who Jean had told you about, he was tall, handsome and very muscular. He was also very kind as he greeted you. As the two of you got ready for bed he asked ”Considering we’re sharing space now, do you mind if i’m sleeping shirtless?”.
”No, i don’t mind, do you mind if i do?” you returned the question. He gave you a quick flirty look up and down before saying ”No”.
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The Teacher And The Best-friend
Word count: 1,330
Summary: you and your hot teacher Mr. Rogers have hot passionate sex. But you get caught by Ms. Carter. What will happen next between you, Steve and Peter?
Warnings: Teacher x male student, smut, you and Peter are high school senior’s, gay unprotected sex, blowjob Steve receiving, rimming male reader receiving, Steve calls you baby and sweetheart, you get caught by Peggy, angst at the end, hinting at possible Peter x male reader.
M/n: male name
GIF’S not mine
You watch as Mr. Rogers walks around the class handing out everyone their test, he finally walks towards your desk and hands you your test “thank you” you look at your test and see *see me after class* written in red. “Great” you lay your head on your desk and you put your test into your backpack. Once Mr. Rogers finally finished passing out the test he walked towards the front of the class.
“I want everyone to read chapter 8 through 9, he will be discussing it tomorrow during class” the bell finally rings signaling the end of the school day. You watch as everyone gets their stuff and begins to exit the class. “Let’s go M/n” you smile at Peter “I’ll catch up to you” he smiles back at you “alright” after a few minutes the classroom is finally empty.
You watch as Mr. Rogers is on his desk grading some papers “Mr. Rogers, what did you want to talk about?” “M/n I’m afraid you might fail the semester if you are not able to bring your grade up” “I know” you look down at your hands “but I am really trying, I just have been distracted a lot lately” you feel his gaze on you. You slowly look up and meet his eyes “is everything alright at home?” You nod “it’s not that”
You watch as he gets up and walks around the desk and walks closer towards you “you can talk to me about anything M/n” you look into his blue eyes and walk closer towards him your body’s only inches away. You notice his hand on top of his desk and slowly touch his fingers with your own, “M/n we shouldn’t do this” you walk closer towards him “i know but I can’t help it”
You feel as he wraps his arms around your body pulling you closer towards him, he finally crashes his lips on yours. You close your eyes and moan into each other's mouths, you finally pull away from the kiss and catch your breath “Mr. Rogers” “call me Steve” you lower your hand down his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants.
“Someone’s eager” you let out a small laugh “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first walked into your class Steve” he grips your hair tightly and pulls it back “I’ve wanted you too M/n” you finally slip your hand into his underwear and begin to play with his growing cock.
He lowers his face into your neck and begins to suck on it, “mhm” he pulls off your neck after a few seconds. You slowly lower yourself into your knees and look up at him, you slap his cock on your tongue and begin to slowly take him into your mouth.
You watch as he grips the desk with his hands, you feel as if your nose is tickled by his hair. You keep his cock in your mouth for a couple of seconds before slowly pulling away. He lifts your chin up so your looking at him “fuck baby come here” he lifts you up and lays you on his desk, he pulls you into a kiss.
You feel as he begins to unbutton your pants, he pulls away from the kiss and helps you remove your pants and underwear. He grabs your legs and pulls them apart displaying your pink hole at him “fuck M/n” you watch as he slowly leans in and you begin to feel his warm tongue lick your rim before slowly inserting in tongue in you, you let out a small moan.
“Mmmm such a delicious hole” you feel as he begins to insert two of his fingers into your hole “Mhhm Steve I need you” “I know sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you” you feel as he hits your prostate with the tip of his fingers making you see stars “oh god right there” you begin to feel as he begins to attack your prostate with his fingers.
“You feel good?” You nod “well you’re about to feel a lot better” he removes his fingers from your hole causing you to let out a small whine. He grips your legs and slowly lowers them in his shoulders “you ready?” “Yesss” he begins to insert his cock into your needy hole.
“Shit your still so fucking tight” you throw your hands around his neck holding him tightly “feel..so…fulll” you watch as a smile creeps into his face “you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby” “Steve…please..move” “are you sure?” You nod “use your words” “please fuck me Steve”
You feel as he begins to move his hips, you bite your lip loving how he felt inside of you. You close your eyes as Steve slowly thrust into you, after a few minutes he begins to pick up the speed to his thrust. You begin to let out low moans “shit baby I love the sounds you make” he leans down and connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel as his tongue begins to explore your mouth.
You feel as he pulls away from the kiss, you throw your head back and begin to arch your back “Ste..ve….I’m…clo..se” you feel as he begins to grip the base of your cock “not yet M/n I want us to cum together” you begin to sink your nails into Steve’s shoulders as he constantly hits your prostate with his cock.
After a few minutes his thrust begin to get sloppy, he leans down and begins to whisper into your ear “fuck I’m gonna cum” “me too” “where do you want it?” “In..side…me…ple..se” he delivers one final thrust into you letting out a loud moan. You shit your eyes tightly as you finally cum all over your and Steve’s stomach.
“Your mine now” you feel as you begin to smile “im only yours” he begins to slowly remove his cock from your loose hole “fuck what a pretty sight” you watch as he begins to pull his pants back on. You watch as he takes his underwear and begins to clean the leaking cum that begins to come out of your hole.
“Thanks” “no problem” you sit up and begin to get dressed again. Once you're fully dressed again you look at him and smile and you pull him into a kiss, you hear a knock at his door and the two of you quickly pull away. You watch as Ms. Carter walks into the classroom, you watch as she inspects the room and notices your messy hair and the papers on the floor. “What is going on here?” “I can explain Peggy”
You watch as she exits the classroom “shit, I’ll be right back M/n” you nod. You watch as he leaves the classroom, you begin to walk around the classroom scared of what might happen. After a few minutes Steve walks back into the classroom “what happened” “I’m resigning in the morning” “what” you try to comfort him but he slowly walks back “I think you should go M/n”
You look at him confused “alright” you go to your desk and grab your backpack. You watch as he begins to clean up the mess that both of you made, you walk out of his classroom shutting the door. You begin to walk down the hallway as tears begin to collect in your eyes.
You walk past Peter not noticing him “Hey M/n, wait up” you begin to slow down “are you alright” “I don’t want to talk about it” he looks at you and pulls you into a hug “you don’t have to talk About it if you don’t want to” you begin to cry into his shoulder “thanks Pete” “anything for my best friend, how about we go for some pizza”You wipe away the tears from your face “pizza sounds great”
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Yo so like, r u ok writing for Peter Parker?? If so, could you write a Peter x Male Reader where the reader is both a charmer and peter’s ultimate hype man (sorry Ned). Around prom season, Peter asks the reader for help to ask his crush to the prom, and the reader is sadge bc he thinks it’s MJ. Slight chaos and maybe some nervous gay boy stuff ensues??
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Yes, I'd love to write for Peter Parker! (And because you brought up Ned I'm assuming it's Tom Holland's Peter.)
Also, I'm in love with this prompt <3
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Requested by: Anon
Peter Parker x Male!Reader
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Peter was at his locker, talking to Ned about his Lego death star, when (Y/N) approached his locker. Peter closed it and raised his eyebrows at (Y/N), while Ned jumped in shock (neither had seen him approach but Peter's spidey-senses- or should I say "Peter-Tingles"- came in handy).
"Are you guys planning a Star Wars marathon without me?" (Y/N)'s jaw dropped with a betrayed look on his face, hand to his heart. "What happened to the brotherhood?"
Ned snorted and Peter laughed, turning to walk down the hallway.
"We were gonna' invite you anyways, (Y/N), we always do," Ned reassured, giving in to his teasing.
"Good. So, whaddya' say, Pete? Star Wars at your house this Friday?" (Y/N) asked, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder and smiling at him as they walked.
Clearing his throat quietly, Peter nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."
"It's a good thing too, because I need help studying for this chem test coming up, and I was wondering if you'd help me?" (Y/N) asked him, hand still on his shoulder.
In truth, (Y/N) was barely getting by in chemistry for a reason. It's not that he wasn't smart enough or that he wasn't putting in the work- it was that he was sat next to Peter and couldn't stop looking at him. Trying to goof off with him in class was one of (Y/N)'s favorite pastimes, and what got them in trouble the most.
This gave him an excuse to beg Peter desperately for help with his homework, therefore getting to spend more time with him. It was a solid plan in his mind.
"For sure! Studying and then Star Wars, sounds like the perfect Friday," Peter said back, always too nice (or too love-struck) to say no to (Y/N).
Ned looked between them, realizing they were doing the smiling-at-each-other-for-too-long thing, and coughed to get their attention.
(Y/N) and Peter both looked over at him and Ned smiled, "So, got any dates to prom yet?" It was meant to be a joke, the three of them in the "nerd" clique, even though realistically they were all very attractive and much more than just nerds. (Considering one of them was the web-slinging super hero, they were much more than just smart.)
"Nope," (Y/N) and Peter said in unison, laughing together.
"What about you, Ned?" (Y/N) asked back, and Ned shook his head like it was a joke he was even asking.
"Who'd wanna go out with me?" Ned asked a bit glumly, thinking he was the unattractive one in their friend group.
"Well, I have an idea." (Y/N) winked at him and pointed down the hallway. A girl named Darla, who they'd gone to school with since elementary, noticed she'd been caught staring and blushed, turning back to her locker quickly.
Ned stuttered for a minute, his face heating up. "No, she must've been looking at one of you-"
"Dude, she's been in love with you since the eighth grade!" (Y/N) insisted, moving between Peter and Ned and throwing his arm over Ned's shoulder. "I bet you twenty bucks that if you ask her out she'll say yes."
Shaking his head in doubt, Ned stuttered again, before giving up.
"She'll probably be asked out by the captain of the football team or something- that's always what happens with the cheerleaders."
"Oh, come on buddy. You've got a chance, you're the only one that doesn't see it," Peter insisted.
"She knows me because I help her with her calculus homework..."
"Just try. If not, what's the worse that can happen?" (Y/N) asked nonchalantly.
"I'll get humiliated."
"Or she could say yes," Peter countered.
"Fine, I'll do it if you guys leave me alone about it."
"That's all I ask." (Y/N) held his hands up in surrender. Then he turned to Peter and they fist bumped.
Once they got outside Ned split off, going his own way home while (Y/N) pulled out his skateboard. Happy waved from the limousine at Peter, letting him know that he was here to take him to Tony.
(Y/N) let out a low whistle, looking at the limo. "Nice ride, Parker. Perks from the internship?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, Mr. Stark sends Happy to pick me up when its more urgent." Technically it wasn't a full lie, he'd usually only get picked up by Happy if it involved emergencies.
"Well, drive safe. Text me if you need anything, or just if you're bored." (Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, patting his back and putting down his skateboard.
"See you tomorrow!" Peter patting him back before watching him skate off, looking back to Happy. As he approached the door opened, and his jaw dropped as he saw Tony.
"Was that your boyfriend?" he teased, glasses at the end of his nose.
"Oh! Mr. Stark, I didn't know-"
"Hop in kid, we've got places to be."
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Knocking on the Parker's apartment door, (Y/N) played with the colorful box in his hands.
May opened it, smiling when she saw who it was.
"(Y/N)! It's such a pleasure to have you, Ned and Peter are in Peter's room." May pulled him into a hug and (Y/N) returned it, smiling at the comfort he got every time he was welcomed into their home.
"Thanks, May. Here, my mom made you those cupcakes you like." He held out the box and May gasped, her smile getting brighter.
"Oh, that woman..." she shook her head in amusement. "Tell her thanks! Now I've got to make her that pasta she likes so much."
(Y/N) laughed and patted May's shoulder before making his way to Peter's room.
"Happy Friday boys!" (Y/N) announced as he walked into his room.
"You said that this morning," Ned commented laughing as (Y/N) slung his backpack to the floor.
"No, this morning I said 'It's Friday'. This time it's happy," (Y/N) corrected with a smirk, sitting down on the floor with Peter and Ned.
"Don't forget, it's not just Star Wars it's also studying," Peter reminded with a laugh, pulling his books out of his backpack.
(Y/N) let out a dramatic groan, clearly joking, because he didn't mind what he did as long as he got to hang out with his friends (especially Peter).
About half an hour into studying, Ned left to use the bathroom and Peter and (Y/N) started talking.
"You've asked people out before, right (Y/N)?"
"Yeah, why? You got someone in mind?" MJ was (Y/N)'s first guess. (Y/N) had seen how he looked at MJ and wished it was him instead.
Peter, on the other hand, was only thinking of (Y/N). He was extremely handsome and charming, always jokingly flirting with Peter- but no matter how smart he was, he was oblivious to Peter's obvious attraction to him.
"Uh, yeah, I do. I was wondering if you could help me ask them out to prom? Just like, give me tips or something on how to impress them..." Peter nervously chuckled as he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, sure! But I'm not sure there's much I can say to help. You're a really great guy Peter, and anybody would be lucky to have you. I know everyone says this, but just be yourself and depending on the reaction you get it'll tell you if they're the right person for you or not." (Y/N) shrugged, not really sure what else to say.
Peter nodded, trying to figure out how to impress (Y/N). "Should I get them flowers? Or make one of those 'promposal' signs?"
"I always thought those signs were kind of tacky, but if you think they'll like it then I think you should go for it. And I think the flowers are a nice idea..." (Y/N) tried to give him a smile, but he didn't think it looked very confident. It hurt, not knowing if he liked (Y/N) back- but it hurt worse knowing he liked someone else.
"Okay. Okay, I'll bring them flowers. What kind do you think I should get?"
Just then, Ned walked back into the room, stopping hesitantly in the doorway as if he'd interrupted something.
"Hey, Ned," (Y/N) greeted, smiling at him.
"What's up?" Ned asked, still not sure if he should sit back down or not. He considered making an excuse about asking May for snacks or something, but they weren't giving him any clear signs that he wasn't welcome in the conversation.
"Just talking about asking people to prom," Peter responded with a shrug, going back to his homework.
"Peter was wondering what flowers he should get for his crush," (Y/N) gained back some confidence with the joke, nudging Peter playfully.
"Oh?" Ned asked, eyebrows up as he retook his seat on the ground, looking between the two. He noticed their behavior and realized it was going to be weird for a while- and that he couldn't say anything. He held back a sigh at that thought.
"Yeah, what kind do you think I should get them, Ned?" Peter asked as (Y/N) started twirling his pen in his hand.
"Who're they for? Everyone has favorite flowers, right?" Ned thought aloud, looking through his notes.
"I say roses. Everybody likes roses," (Y/N) concluded, nodding as he talked.
The boys went back to studying (and eventually Star Wars).
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Monday morning's were always rough, and prom was that Saturday so everybody was buzzing (much to (Y/N)'s annoyance).
Closing his locker with a yawn he turned to walk to his first class, chemistry with Peter, just to be jump scared by said boy.
"Woah! Peter, hey. Gave me a heart attack," (Y/N) mumbled as he clutched his chest, his breathing ragged.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." Peter looked sheepish as he gulped down his nerves.
"Are you okay? You look really... sweaty." That's when (Y/N) noticed the roses in his hand and his mood dropped. "Oh, you must be nervous to ask out your crush, huh?"
Peter nodded, taking in a deep breath.
"Yeah. I just hope he says yes." And he held out the flowers with a almost scared looking smile.
"(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?"
His jaw hit the floor, eyes wide with confusion and shock. He never thought in a million years Peter would ask him out, much less over MJ, who was watching from her locker next to his with a smirk.
Truth is, Peter knew that MJ and (Y/N) shared an art class and were friends, so he asked her for advice. That's what led to the awkward study conversation, and the roses in front of (Y/N)'s face.
"Wait- what? Really?" (Y/N) asked, searching Peter's face for any hints of a prank or deception. "You're shitting me, right Parker?"
Peter just shook his head, heart racing a mile a minute.
"You said roses, so I got you roses. I'm sure if you knew I was meaning you you'd have said another kind of flower but I couldn't figure out how to ask you what your favorite flower was without giving myself away-" Peter rambled, fumbling with the paper around the bouquet of roses.
(Y/N) put his hand on Peter's fumbling one and smiled at him, "I'd love to go to prom with you, Peter. I love the roses- and I'm so glad you didn't make one of those stupid poster boards."
The boys broke into somewhat relieved laughter and Peter pulled him into a hug.
That's when they remembered that they were in the middle of a highschool hallway. Everybody was staring at them, and both of their faces were shades warmer than before.
Ned, always the loyal friend, stepped in.
"Darla!" he all but shouted through the hallway, everybody's attention going to him. He was holding a singular tulip in his hand and was sweating bullets. "Will you go to prom with me?"
Some kids started laughing, but they turned into gasps as Darla nearly squealed as she nodded her head, her curls bouncing with her movement.
"Yes, Ned! I'd love to!" She hugged him, while he just stood there in absolute astonishment. His original plan was to pull attention away from his best friends by being humiliated, not by pulling the most beautiful and talented girl in the school.
(Y/N) started clapping and hollering, Peter soon joining him.
Then the bell rang, and everybody started going to their classes.
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"I still can't believe that happened," Ned whispered from Peter's carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling in amazement.
Peter and (Y/N) sat on his bed, putting together the Lego death star shoulder to shoulder. They'd steal looks at each other every once in a while, blushing at their newfound romance.
When they watched a movie with May later that night they held hands and shared a blanket, and all May did was smile at them when she noticed.
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Yippee!!!
Not as chaotic as I'm sure you were hoping, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.
Thank you anon! I hope you liked it.
-Author Max <3
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Steven: You're always mean with me.
Konshu: No i'm not! I didn't even talked about how dumb you look in that suit from last night.
Steven: You just.. okay, forget it!
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Male reader x Matt, where the reader takes care of a sick Matt 🥹
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“You don’t… look well.”
“I feel fine.” His voice, raw and nasally, replies.
“Yeah, I’m calling Foggy, you’re staying home today.” You grab your phone but he snatches it out of your hand.
“‘m fine.” He groans as he gets up, immediately reaching his hands out as if he got hit with the spins. You push him back onto the bed, telling him to sit as you take your phone back with a “hmph” and call Foggy.
He gets out of the bathroom, greeted by the scent of your steeping some strong tea.
“That for me?” He asks, stirring up a couch at the end of his sentence.
“Mhm, and so is this.” You set down a measuring cup filled with medicine and Matt groans.
“I hate taking medicine, you know that.”
“Too bad.” He groans and takes the medicine anyways, more afraid of your wrath than the feeling of the liquid burning down his throat.
“Gross.” He says, and very enthusiastically takes the tea from you to wash away the taste that lingers on his tongue.
“You’re not going out tonight either.”
“This feels like house arrest.”
“Maybe it is.” You say as you take his empty cup and wash it.
“Go lay on the couch, you’re doing no one any good just standing there like a wet puppy.” He grumbles but takes your advice anyway, pulling the thick, fluffy blanket up to his chin.
“Hey,” he calls out to you, “could you grab my sweatshirt from the bedroom.”
“Sure.” By the time you get back to him, he’s already half-asleep.
“Thank you.” He says through a yawn, and you help him pull it over his head.
“Get some sleep Matt,” you say, kissing his forehead, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
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He wakes to the smell of soup. He smells spices and a plethora of flavors as you hum, stirring the pot. Sitting up, he feels groggy and stuffed as he groans, his face hot as he notices his shirt under his sweatshirt is soaked with sweat.
Your cold hand presses against his face when you notice he’s awake.
“Hey, do you wanna take a shower? Dinner’s almost done.” He nods and you smile softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
As the steam fills the bathroom, he finally takes the first deep breath of the day through his nose. He sags a little, no energy left in his body although he’s done nothing but sleep all day.
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After dinner and forcing him to take his medication, you take him to bed, tucking him in and sliding in next to him.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Better than this morning.”
“That’s good.” Sleep quickly takes him, and he sleeps right through the night, breathing through his nose subconsciously all night. He wakes only when you sneeze, a nasally groan leaving your body.
“Good morning to you too.”
“How are you already better?” You moan, feeling your toes freezing.
“Good immune system, I guess. My turn to take care of you, pretty boy."
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Comforting and holding peter p after everything that has happen telling him you'll always be there for him
Peter will just hold onto him. He'll hold on and not let go. Letting himself cry into his boyfriend's embrace. It was one of the few places he could just let go and feel taken care of.
His boyfriend made sure of that.
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Heyo it’s me I’m back lol. I hope you’ve had a good day/night and if you haven’t I hope it gets better soon! Can I request a domestic one shot of Scott Lang and his boyfriend (Male! Reader) going grocery shopping together, it’s simple Ik but I thought it’d be really sweet and I need me some comfort lol.
If you don’t want to take it that’s fine too and thank you for the miles one shot I loved it!
A/n: Hunter ofc you can get a Scott lang x Male!reader oneshot I have no problem writing them at all 🫶 I hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it's a little bit short I wanted to write more but todays not going too great-
Out of Milk
Scott Lang x Male!Reader
( Summary: Scott noticed he's run out of milk but it's nothing that a simple grocery trip can't fix! )
Warning?: Light swearing and Puns? Is that a warning?? Honestly just domestic fluff
!-!more under the cut!-!
“Huh, we’re out of milk.” You heard Scott say as he closed the fridge. He had his lips pursed as he turned to you, who sat at the small kitchen table eating a PopTart. He sadly looked down at his bowl of dry cereal, “guess I’ll eat something else..”
Placing the bowl the counter, he started looking through the cabinets. “Wh- hey, where’s the PopTarts?” “Oh this was the last one.” His eyes snapped to you as you took your last bite of the last PopTart and he groaned. “Well, what am I supposed to eat?” You shrugged “That dry cereal?” You tried not to laugh at his pouty face but it was near impossible with the way he was looking at you. “I’m not eating it dry.” “Then get some milk.” “We don’t have any milk!” “Hun, I meant at the store, let’s go to the store and get some milk- and other things.” You stood and went to his side, wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing your face closer to his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there really isn’t much of anything left in this kitchen.” He looked to the side and hummed, “I guess it had been a minute since I’ve gone shopping for the house." You hummed along with him and he sighed. "..I'll get my keys."
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"Scott, remember we need to get real food too." You told him, looking down at your arm where your basket lays and seeing nothing but snacks. "I know that," he scoffed playfully and directed his attention back to the snacks. "I'm just grabbing stuff for Cassie." That was a half lie and you both know it. You let out a nose laugh and you shook your head as he added a bag of Goldfish to the growing basket of snacks. "That's the last one for now I swear." You audibly laughed at that one which made him let out a laugh as well. "For now?" he chuckles and goes to your side that's not carrying the basket and grabs your hand. "Yeah, for now." His smile was as big as ever as he watched you come down from your laughter. Making you laugh or smile just fills his chest with pride and he adores it.
"What are you staring at?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as he stared directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. "You, cutie." he bumped his hip against yours and you rolled your eyes at him, though by the smile on your face it was clear you weren't annoyed in the slightest bit. "You're so cheesy Scott." He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and gave yours a kiss. "I dis-a-brie." You threw your head back and groaned as he laughed and swung your hands drastically with a large smile on his face. "Was that a fucking cheese pun?" "ha, maybe." "ughhhh you gouda brie kidding me!" Scott gasped and abruptly stopped walking. Turning to you, his shock face soon turned mischievous. "Do you realize you've just started a war?" You smirked "A cheese pun war?" Scott nodded and you sighed. "I'm gonna re-grate this, aren't I?" "Ohoho, that was gouda." "All this cheese talk has made me realize we should probably actually get some shredded cheese." Scott nodded and so the two of you progressed into the dairy aisle together.
You grabbed a shredded cheddar mix and added it to your basket. "You think we should get yogurt?" You asked but didn't get a response. "Scott?" You turned and saw Scott staring at you with a small smile on his face. He always seemed to admire you when you weren't looking. It was something you queued in on before the two of you even started dating. "You're staring again Scotty." His eyes flicked to yours and he smirked, "I can't help it, you just look so gouda today." You stared at him for a second before shaking your head. "Are gouda puns the only cheese references you can make?" You narrowed your eyes at him, "Oh you feta believe I have many more cheese puns." "Yeah? Well I'm getting feta up with these puns." "Alright alright, because I love you, I'll stop." You sighed, "thank you." "But just in queso you didn't know-" "I'm leaving." "Hey, wait up!"
EXTRA:
You sighed as you finished unpacking your last bag of groceries. Placing the cheese in a drawer in the fridge. You were gonna close the door but something caught your eye, well more like a lack of something. You shuffled the old and new products around in your fridge before looking back towards the table where Scott was collecting the empty bags into a bigger bag. "Uhh, Scott.." Upon hearing his name his head shot up, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to speak. "You're not gonna believe this but.." You closed the fridge and leaned against it with a nervous smile on your face. He shook his head quickly and stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides. "What?"
"...We're out of milk."
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
“𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵
𝘐𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺
𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦“
Inspo: Justin Bieber - Mark My Words
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Barton!Male!reader
Requested: @deafeningsharklimeempath
Summary: Your entire life had been filled with secrecy. Your parents opting to try and make you the child to divert from their ways. But you didn’t want any of it and soon left when Thanos attacked. Finding the girl of your dreams and becoming the man you wanted to be. But what are you suppose to do when your past and present collides, causing secrets to arise?
Warning: Angst, angst, and even more angst
Words 3919
Life had never been easy for someone like you. With your dad who was an Avenger and your mother being an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you were left to grasp at whatever straws of normalcy you could. Envying all of the kids you knew that had normal lives, normal parents, normal aunts and uncles, you resented them all for it.
There wasn’t a single time in your life that you believed you ever had a chance at something like that. And not once did you ever think getting that could be possible. Safe to say, you were right to think that. You were right to assume that this intense and unfilling lifestyle would be something you were subjugated to for the rest of your life.
And not once did you misconstrue the loneliness with ungratefulness. You were grateful for the life your parents gave you and you were grateful for the love they had for you. But you hated them for not understanding where you stood with this family. They couldn’t comprehend that you would feel alone when you had friends and siblings to keep you company.
Sure, you maybe took their past lives as an inspiration for what you wanted to be. Fighting crime, catching horrible people for the rest of the world to sleep easier at night. But it was their denial, their excuses that broke the camel's back.
“You don’t know who you want to be yet, Y/n.”
You had to live questioning who you were and what you wanted to be. Going through the days stuck, likely, in a life you never even wanted. And them blowing you full of hot air made it difficult for you to be around them anymore. Moving to Chicago and working as some nobody at a law firm while occasionally visiting your aunt. Finding the comfort of her to be the only person to understand and encourage you to be the person you wanted to be.
So, when Thanos came and wiped out half the population in the universe, taking your mom and siblings, you were left with only Nat. Father having disappeared, travelling across the world and killing powerful criminal empires. But this created the drive you needed to learn after your aunt to become a hero. Someone that could put away murderers, like your father, for life. Hoping that it would be what helped you get back at him for everything he put you through.
Time passed, Thanos was defeated, restoring the universe, and you moved away to New York. Natasha and Tony being lost in the battle left you distraught and needing a new start. Changing your name and losing all contact with your parents and everyone in the Avengers as well. Occasionally sending a letter to Bucky to tell him you were still alive. Finding retribution to live your life freely the way you wanted. Working as a salesman during the day and the Red Hood at night. Doing what you wanted in return for never having to see your parent's faces again.
Then you met Kate Bishop. It had been at a museum you had decided to head to with a few coworkers. Wanting to get some relaxation before a night of roaming New York and hoping to not run into Peter Parker who would badger you comments of where you had been.
You two had literally bumped into one another. Her champagne soaking your dress shirt. She had apologized profusely, but you had been lost in her beauty. Not even realizing the inquiry that left your mouth about going on a date with her. You don’t know if it had been your forwardness or your easy-going conversation, but she had accepted it.
That was a year ago and you two were still together. Going strong even after the obvious hesitance Elenor felt about you two being together. She was still going to school and you were still working your job while doing your hero gig on the low. There were secrets in your guys’ relationship besides that. Well, other than the fact that you were the son of her idol, Hawkeye, your father.
Tonight, you had been forced to work late at home because you had been late on a paper for your boss. Having sat in your office for most of the day, looking down on the city you lived in and protected with your life. It had been going like that for a while, but that’s beside the point. Kate had left for a charity event that her mother requested her to go to while you stayed home working.
So, as you typed up the document a third time that day, you sipped from your beer. Leaning back in the leather chair located in the living room. Sighing in exasperation as you stared at the words typed out. Just another tedious and unfulfilling day. As always.
Glancing over at the bookcase, you could feel the tiniest itch. Fingers twitched before you clamped your eyes shut, forcefully turning your head away to stare back at your laptop screen. You took another sip of your beer as the TV played in the background.
“We are following a breaking news story,” the reporter announced. “A high society gala rocked by an explosion when it went off at Park Avenue and 68th Street tonight.”
That caused your head to snap up and look at the TV. Seeing police cars outside of the building you had known Kate would be attending tonight. Moving your laptop off your lap and onto the coffee table, you stood up with growing anxiety in your stomach.
“The explosion is still under investigation,” the reporter said. “But witnesses captured cell phone of a masked assailant fleeing the scene.”
Footage of someone flipping over a car and landing in the middle of the street, covering a dog was shown. But as soon as the person turned their head, the mask and outfit were revealed.
Ronin...
Dad.
“Authorities believe the assailant could be the Ronin who terrorized crime in New York and elsewhere.”
By the time the man was done saying his sentence, you were rushing out of your apartment with your jacket and keys. A permanent frown etched onto your features as you dialled Kate’s phone number. Pressing the device to your ear as you quickly went down the spiralling staircase.
“C’mon, Kate,” you muttered. “Pick up the damn phone-”
“Y/n!” Kate exclaimed. “God, you won’t believe what just happened!”
“Kate, are you okay?” You questioned. “I’m on my way over. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come to pick you up.”
“Wait- Don’t!” Kate suddenly yelled. “I’ll come to you. Just stay there and I’ll be over soon.”
You felt your brows knit together in confusion. “Kate, what’s going on?”
“I’m fine, really,” Kate reassured. “Just, please, stay home. I promise I’ll be over in a bit.”
Sighing deeply, you glanced down the street. You could go out, find her with your suit. She wouldn’t even know it was you.
It wasn’t like you didn’t trust that she was telling the truth. You knew she wouldn’t ever keep something from you. But it was the tone of her voice. It was shaky, and forceful with a lot of what she was saying. It just left an uneasy feeling in your stomach that you weren’t sure would be at ease until you finally figured out what the hell was happening out there.
But taking her word for it, you nodded to yourself. “Ok, fine,” you grumbled. “I’ll stay home. But you get here as soon as you can, alright?”
You could almost see the smile on her face with your willingness. “I will,” she promised. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Hanging up the phone, you glanced down the street again. Clenching and unclenching your hands as you went back upstairs. Fighting the urge to go out and do what you were good at. Just for tonight, you would spend it worrying about your girlfriend.
You don’t know how long you sat at the kitchen table with a beer in your hand. Leg bouncing anxiously as you continuously glanced down at the watch Tony got you before he died. Occasionally getting up to look outside your apartment window, hoping to spot your girlfriend arriving. But it felt like the time drew on longer and longer the more you waited. Begging to whatever higher being was out there that Kate was alright and it was just your anxiety making you feel this way. Sure, Kate could handle herself, but that didn’t help ease the protective nature you had built for the ones closest to you.
And when you heard the jingle of keys and the lock coming free, you shot up from your chair. The door slowly opens with a sigh of exasperation falling from your lips.
“If you had taken any longer, I thought I was going to have to-”
The oxygen in your lungs had been sucked straight out of you. Kate was there, a few cuts on her face, but your father stood behind her. Eyes just as wide as yours, but without the growing rage. Both, the worst part of your past and the best of your present were colliding. But out of anyone, it had to be him? It couldn’t have been your mother?
“I’m sorry I took too long and I will explain, but-” Kate tried to say.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kate stared at you, finding your gaze focused past her and on Clint. She glanced between the two of you, confused by your sudden change of attitude.
“Y/n,” Clint breathed. “W- I thought you were dead.”
“Kate, come here.” You opened your hand, holding it out for your girlfriend.
She frowned, letting out a nervous laugh. “What’s going on?” She inquired. “How do you know Clint?”
“I’ll explain, just come-”
“You haven’t told her?” Clint asked. “What else have you kept from her?”
Your lips pursed, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt Kate’s eyes burning into you.
Not now. Not yet.
“Shut your mouth,” you growled.
“Y/n, here, is my son,” Clint announced. “Y/n Barto-”
Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. “Shut your fucking mouth!”
There were so many things you wanted to do to this man. Beat him to a pulp, toss him out the nearest window, kill him, none of it was off the table at this point. Especially with the burning gaze from Kate focused on your back.
But before you could do anything, a hand grasped your arm. “Y/n, let him go.” Kate’s command had you twitching your nose. Hands tightening on the fabric of Clint’s jacket as you fought every fibre in your pleading to just punch him. Just one good punch that could get the message across.
Love won over hatred and you backed away from your father. Removing your eyes from the man to look at Kate, who looked up at you in worry. “We should get you patched up,” you muttered, softly taking her hand in yours and leading her to the bathroom.
You went through the mirror cabinet, grabbing everything need to clean her up. And while you did that, she stood by the door, leaning against the frame quietly as the sound of Clint moving around could be heard in the background of the TV talking about Kate’s apartment having been set on fire.
Kate licked her lips looking down at the ground. “Were you planning on telling me you were his son?”
The question had you freezing up as you glanced up at her for a moment before looking back down at the medical supplies. Inhaling deeply and exhaling shakily. “No,” you muttered. “There’s a reason why I wanted to get away from it. A lot is there to unpack that I would prefer being kept away.” Your lips formed a smile as you looked at her. “It would’ve also been weird if you were dating your idol's son.”
For the first time that night, Kate smile and chuckled softly. Following you out of the bathroom to the kitchen table, sitting down with you standing in front of her. Using all your knowledge from Natasha to patch your girlfriend up.
In the background, Clint was scanning the apartment. Taking in all the information given to him about his son that had disappeared without any warning. Finding all the pictures of you and Kate scattered through the apartment. One of you two at what seemed to be a wedding, Kate in a red dress and you in a suit. The both of you dancing with large grins on your face. Another with you two with what Clint suspected to be Kate’s mom.
So much of it was unrecognizable to the boy he remembered raising. You didn’t smile as much as you did now. You didn’t care for much as now. Clint remembers all the times you held a frown or deadpan. Only the rare occasions did he ever see you smile was with your siblings or when you saw Tony and Natasha.
Clint stopped in front of the large bookcase, brows knitting together. Pointing at it, he looked over his shoulder at you. “You picked up reading?”
Sparing a glance at the man, you sighed. “A lot has changed since you left,” you pointed out. “So, yeah. I picked up reading.”
Clint hummed before he spotted Don Quixote, a book he knew you hated since your mother bought it for you. “Interesting.” Before you realized it, Clint pulled the book just enough that a loud click could be heard throughout the apartment. The bookcase pushes out of the wall and slides to the side to reveal your secret compartment.
Inside held guns. From pistols, sniper rifles, and assault rifles. Ammo boxes along each side of the small closet. In the centre stood your red and grey suit. The helmet was a crimson red with a dent in the side from a bullet you had taken to the head. You stared at Kate as she glanced between you and the armour. Utter guilt infested in your eyes, telling Kate that she wasn’t just dreaming this.
Kate stood up with you glaring at your father. She crossed the room in slow steps, advancing on the suit and all the weaponry inside. You couldn’t think of the right words to explain that. What would even be the right thing to say to her? That you were just like most criminals? Killing people that were just as bad as you?
“Kate-”
“So, you didn’t tell her about this?” Clint asked.
“Shut-” You stopped yourself, pointing at him. “Shut your fucking mouth for a moment.”
The man stuffed his hands in your pocket as you walked up towards the girl. “Kate?” You said. “Kate, let me explain-”
“I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Kate’s words left you breathless as you stared at her. She slowly turned around to you, resentment in her eyes as she shook her head. “This is what you’ve keeping from me?”
“Kate, I can explain, okay?” You said. “I do this so I can try and make a difference in this world. Be someone that can protect the ones who need to be protected. I am not the greatest human being - I know that - but I do it because I have to.”
Kate's eyes were clamped shut, raising a hand, silencing you. She inhaled deeply as she pointed to the suit. “Was… Was there ever a Meridian Project?”
Ah, yes. The Meridian Project. An excuse you had been using most nights on your girlfriend to cut your phone calls short. When in actuality, it was just a get-out-of-jail-free card to go out and do your job as Red Hood.
“I…” You were a loss for words. Not knowing how to hide the fact that you’d been lying to her this entire time. This isn’t how you had wished for it to go. You wanted to build up to it, ease her into the triple life you lived. Maybe never introduce her to your family, but let her in on the fact that you were the child of an Avenger and that you did more than just be a salesman. But the cat was out of the bag and you were forced to watch your girlfriend unravel more of your secret each moment that passed.
A scoff fell from her lips as she stormed past you towards your guys’ bedroom. You followed closely behind, hands trembling by your sides. “Kate, wait!”
She stopped short of the door with her head hung low. “I don’t get you.”
“I wanted to tell you-”
“You know what, enough!” Kate interrupted, turning to you.
“No, I wanted to!” You repeated. “But how could I?”
“I don’t know, just say?” She replied as if it was the most simple resolution to the problem you had been feeling for the past year.
You scoffed. “I had to protect you.”
“That is bullshit, Y/n,” Kate spat. “You just didn’t have the nerve to face me.”
“I knew you would react like this.”
Kate inhaled sharply, staring at you incredulously. “How would you react?” She exclaimed. “You lied to me… for months- maybe even longer.” She shrugged, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “I would’ve only found out if you were killed when they unmasked Red Hood. And now you are the son of Hawkeye.”
You held your head low, not finding the tiniest bit of courage to face the disappointment and hurt look in your girlfriend's eyes. She stared at you, unable to recognize the man she had fallen in love with all those months ago.
“Who are you?” She whispered.
“C’mon,” you said. “It's me. The same person you met. I don’t even care about all this other shit.”
But Kate saw through that lie and felt even worse. Shaking her head with a shaky sigh. “If you’re done lying to me then you should stop lying to yourself.”
And like that, she entered the bedroom and slammed the door shut. The lock signifying you would be sleeping in the living room for the night until the two of you could hash over the problems Clint’s arrival had caused. You thought that telling her would finally relieve some stress from your shoulder. But now, it had only built up with the fact that she saw a completely different man.
A roguish tear escaped your eye and you wiped it away instantly. Not giving your father the satisfaction of seeing you hurt over something like this. “I told you this life wasn’t one you wanted to live, Y/n,” Clint scolded. “I told you that if you didn’t find someone that lived the same, it would destroy one of you sooner or later.”
You moved to the island, bracing your hands on the edge with a shaky breath. “Your mother and I, we didn’t want you to live this,” Clint told you. “We didn’t want you to live a life full of danger and risk.”
Bring a hand up to your eyes, you used your index and thumb to rub each consecutive eye. Pinching the bridge of your nose with a chuckle falling from your lips as you sniffled. Pointing at the man with a shake of your head, “It’s about time you heard the truth about who you are and what I am.”
Clint stood cross-armed in the living room as you grabbed the beer from the kitchen table. “Well hear this, Clint,” you said. “This is me. This is who I am.” You stated, hands waving in exasperation.
“You wanna know why I left home?” You inquired. “Because I tried that lifestyle you and mom were always telling me to get. Work a job, be a drone, and don’t turn out like either of you. I ended up getting sent to prison for having a lifestyle like that. Guess who was there for?” He didn’t answer and you pursed your lips. “Natasha was.”
The mere mention of his best friend had the man’s prideful mask cracking. Lips slightly parting as you shook your head. “I’ve tried every job under the sun and I never got anywhere,” you stated, sucking in a harsh breath, jabbing a finger at the man. “‘Cause you and mom blew me so full of hot air, I could never stand taking orders from anyone. That’s who’s fault it is and it’s about goddamn time you heard it, Pop.”
A soft laugh escaped you as you looked off into open space, motioning with your hand. “I work a salesman job, you hear me?” You said. “And when I was in Chicago, I kept stopping during each document I wrote and-” You noticed Clint with his head down. “Do you hear this?!”
Clint’s head snaps up, clenching his jaw as he forces his eyes to focus on you. So, you continued. “I kept stopping and I finally noticed the city I lived in.” Your lips curve into a smile. “I finally saw the things I love. The city, the people, the hotdog stands- all of it.”
“Then I thought to myself, “what the hell am I doing with myself, huh?”.” You said. “Why am I trying to be something I don’t want to be? What am I doing in an office making a contemptuous begging fool of myself when all that I need is out there! Waiting for the second that I say I know who I am! Why couldn’t I say that, Pops?”
Again, Clint couldn’t meet your eyes. Seeing the tears stream down your face as you poured your heart out to him about all the bullshit he and his wife have caused you. How they could accept the fact that you were more than just a normal kid. Or that they couldn’t handle the possibility of you wanting to be just like them and use the fact that you were able to have a normal life.
“Dad, look at me!” You pleaded with the bottle in your hand being tossed across the apartment. The sheer impact of the glass shattering caused the man to painfully meet your broken gaze.
“I’m a dime a dozen!” You explained, body movement showing the hysterics you were lost in. “So are you! I am not a normal guy and neither are you! You were never anything more than a superhero that got forgotten after Thanos was defeated. And me? I am an afterthought! I tried everything to make you two proud, but it cost my happiness for your approval! An afterthought- that’s what I am to you!”
A sob racked your body as you waved your hand. Hiccuping over your tears as you sniffled. “I am more than what you wanted me to be,” you cried. “And for you to come back into my life and try to tell me how I should be living my life is cruel. You know that and I know that. So you gotta stop trying to act like my parent. You weren’t one then and you aren’t one now.”
With tears in your eyes, you grabbed your keys and phone. Clint couldn’t even question where you were going before you left the apartment. The door slammed behind you, echoing the words of pain you had never gotten to speak until now.
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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥
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may I request a Miguel with praise kink, just soft sex turned rough with some overstimulation and like,, claws and biting from both Miguel and reader :))
ahh i luv miguel </3 (tw. overstim)
i’m gonna preface this by saying; i don’t think miguel is a brat. i think he’s just so new to submission and not used to feeling so out of control that his conflicting emotions present themselves as being bratty or disobedient.
he truly wants to be good for you, but sometimes it’s hard :((( he’s trying to work through that and with how much he trusts you, it isn’t hard at all.
it wouldn’t be hard to notice how well he responds to praise. with the way he’d falter in whatever he’s doing and look to you for more.
even while you’re fucking into him with his thighs spread wide and his head thrown back into the pillows supporting his head, with you draping yourself over him so that you could whisper the filthiest things into his ear… with just a few words of praise, he’s clenching around you so tight & cumming onto his stomach.
and his mind can’t decipher when foggy pleasure that clouds his brain disperses and borders on painful, though he can feel every inch and every vein of you filling him up. he’s moaning out so loudly, his oversensitivity making tears gather at his waterline and threaten to fall.
his hands find your back, claws poking you as clumps of tears fall down his cheeks. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” he curses. he whimpers, burying his face into your shoulder as you’re urging him to yet another orgasm.
he makes an unintelligible sound when your teeth sink ever-so-slightly into the skin of his neck, keening and spurting out another load of cum.
“nnngh, too sens- sensitiveee!” he whines, mouth falling open as his warm breath puffs against your shoulder. “you- you got another one for me, fuck! don’t you?” you curse, grinding your hips up into his.
miguel was extremely tight and it didn’t help that your own loads were making the slide easier. the sounds were so fuckin’ sinful, the wet plap of your hips into his only egged you on even more.
you weren’t nearly done with him for the night, though miguel had no objections to any of your plans.
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a sticky situation.
peter parker x male reader.
summary: peter has a major crush on his roommate: you. everything unravels when he walks in on you changing.
wc: 4.1k.
genre: smut.
warnings: holland!peter, sub!top peter, voyeur!peter, college!au, dry-humping, grinding, frotting, handjobs, kissing, peter's first time, dubcon, cumplay, peter and reader are shooters, characters are aged up!
a bite of the cold air shuddered your damp and nude body once you stepped out of the bathroom, cataloguing the tidiness of your shared bedroom after. your shoulders tensed when the heated air and cold draft clashed for an estate of your body. but by the way your muscles eased into the green towel around your waist, you’ve figured which side won the war. a warm cheer to victory buzzed in your head.
god, did i luck out with peter…
you found yourself repeating that observation often these days. it’s only been two months into the semester, but you’ve already concluded that peter was leagues better than your previous roommate. though, the bar was low—he was kind of a homophobe. that guy was a walking proof of evidence that opposites, in fact, do not attract.
on the other hand, peter had proven that similar interests and personalities were the foundation of beautiful, growing relationships: both platonically and romantically. still, relationships were never that black and white—a grey area. a theory that will forever be tested on, only for the outcome to come out vaguer than before, you’ve realized.
peter was like you: friendly, smart, awkward at times, funny to some. you and him basically have the same qualities of a dog, but there was more to it.
you both shared the same liking down to the genre of video games, the magic of fantasy novels, the cleanliness of a room, the color-coded organization of study notes, and more.
from there, the similar line of characteristics began to blur. whereas you’d prefer to learn from experience, peter liked playing by the book—sticking to it if he could. peter liked red, you liked blue. he favored savory snacks, you devoured them, but preferred sweet drinks.
opposites attract—the theory was once again, broad in your honor.
difference and similarities aside, you were lucky to have peter in your life. the bedroom was colder before you went to shower, but now it blossomed with a gentle heat.
he knew you hated the cold after a warm shower.
taking the other towel, you dried off the rest of your body while you checked your phone for notifications: a missed call from a friend and a few emails regarding construction around the building you had your classes in.
seriously? still? it’s been almost a year already…
normally, you wouldn’t have walked into the bedroom like this, baring skin and all. but peter went to get food because you both have become familiarized with what they served as food at parties.
note to self: you cannot get full off alcoholic beverages. you and peter both tried two parties ago, and it ended with you two sharing the toilet bowl, detoxing your insides of that liquid poison the entire night. the only enjoyment that resulted from that night was learning that peter was a drunk-crier, and you, a drunk-dancer. your friendship had only leveled up since.
you slid on your white briefs once you dried off before shuffling to the other side of the room, browsing through your shared closet aimlessly: he took the left side, you took the right. it was always dim at those parties, so a nice outfit would be wasted. also, you somehow became a magnet for other people’s misfortunes. it took hours to get rid of the smell of this one girl’s vomit—you threw it out in the end.
“no, no… it’s going to be cold later…” you cycled through your clothes again, sighing when nothing caught your eye. “guess i can wear this aga-“
“hey!” out of nowhere, peter’s voice sprung out from the side of the room, followed by a quiet thud, and you twisted your bare body towards the source out of fright.
“jesus, you scared me.” the closet door blocked your view of peter, and vice versa, but you presumed he was leaning against the frame—a habit you noted. “i didn’t even hear you come back.”
“sorry- what was i saying..? oh!” his shadow loomed between you and him, growing as he stepped closer to the closet. “did you want to eat now or-“
judging from the volume of his voice, you should’ve expected how close peter was when you shut the closet. “fuck!” you jumped back, eyes widening when he was practically chest to chest with you. “dude, you really gotta stop doing that.”
on a daily basis, you always looked up at him, but you never paid it much thought to how much taller he was.
“sorry! guess everyone’s a little antsy with the- oh.” he paused.
“what?” you curiously looked up at him, catching sight of his wandering gaze. you were quick enough to follow it, flickering between glimpses of your bare body and face several times like a tennis ball. somehow, you didn’t puzzle the pieces between his shock and your curiosity until he backed away, skittish in nature.
you were in your underwear. still in your underwear. the barrier was the captor of your embarrassment, heat rosed your cheeks as you stood frozen. and with it, the barrier was also your savior.
“oh- OH!” the size of your eyes matched his and upon realizing he’s been staring for far too long, peter cowered his gaze to the side, a gentlemanly hand blocking his sight as he further backed to the door frame, then blindly bumped his shoulder into the door. “i’m so sorry-“
“no, no! i should’ve knocked. i-“ he groaned out, pacifying the sting to his shoulder with his palm. “that was stupid of me, i’m gonna-“
that was another similarity that you both valued: privacy.
before you could reply, he scattered off. for a moment, you felt hot in the face, in the neck, even on your chest. but it would only take a few more seconds for your skin to cool, comforted by the fact that you could’ve shown more—you didn’t.
when peter scrambled out of the room, his gaze fixated on the ground, to the stripes of his socks as they shuffled to the kitchen.
but he never made it very far, because he was easily persuaded. either by his hormones, by the shape of your body, or by his closeted feelings about you. in the end, it didn’t matter because a tightening feeling conjured him back to his original spot—it was always going to be about you.
he was silent in his footsteps, treading backwards to the bedroom as his throat ran dry—heartbeat equally.
tonight. i should do it tonight. are my feelings that obvious? god, i hope not. wait, no- they are! they gotta be… who the fuck wipes marshmallow off of your roommate’s lips and calls them cute?!
peter does.
as his thoughts ran rampant, clouded his regularly murky mind, you were in his line of sight, perfectly captured in the middle of his gaze—now stilled—awe-strucked while he watched you change.
quick portraits of your thick thighs and calves came and went before they were completely masked by the slide of your shorts. then your stomach and chest; pliant, moist skin that layered over the contours of your body before being covered by a tee. he exhaled, then inhaled, smelling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, and he was delighted because you own that scent.
enraptured because only peter could have his senses triggered by you on a daily basis.
if peter could frame this moment, it would be an expensive endeavor that would sacrifice all the money in the world to find the most perfect materials that complemented your textured skin. your smooth body. your handsome face.
you. that was all he wanted.
peter had been trapped since the day he saw you unpacking your things into the dorm. sweaty from the sun, and you knew that, because you refused to shake hands with him until you insisted on washing up first. he wished you never did—your thighs looked better sweating under those shorts.
he’s had crushes before. one in middle school, three in high school. but they amounted to nothing, he never had the confidence. rather, he preferred isolating himself and admiring from afar. rejections had already been predicted, and he was used to the feeling of defeat. if someone were to accept his advances one day, then that would lead to a disruption of events—a catastrophic end to humanity—he joked.
you were different to peter. he loved how, for once, he didn’t have to be the one initiating conversation. he also loved how you didn’t use him for answers because instead, you would help him out with his assignments.
oh, is that professor warren’s class? I think i still have the textbook for her class… let me look.
even when it would only take five minutes to grab a drink down the street, you still invited him. not out of pity like everybody once did, but because he was your friend. parties have never been your thing, but you accompanied them with him because it made him feel better—to know someone.
maybe since he’s grown more mature since then, but now that he was off on his own, it was up to him to predict his future. it was an advice you gave him one night, and he’s kept that close to his heart since then. not the hate that had inflicted his mind, not his peers telling he wasn’t good enough for someone—but him.
in his imaginary world, peter could feel the walls shake when he was around you. the buildings would then fall apart, the earth would scorch civilians and planetary life with heat, and the thundering rain would only make it worse. it was a morbid image. yet, if it meant that you truly liked him, then…
aliens, come do your thing. we insist upon an invasion!
peter wanted you. point, blank, period. it wasn’t his preferred way to confess, but intense sentiments of like, love, lust—all at the same time—ate him up on the inside, and he was scared of being devoid of feelings for you.
“i want… you,” peter muttered, and you jolted again, turning back around in case you misheard him. you were bewildered at the sight of him. once again, you didn’t hear his footsteps.
“what?” you shuffled nervously on your feet. the tension in the air was thick and hot now with the way he stared back at you, frightened yet assured.
“i want you.” there was credence in peter’s tone, and he neared to the door now.
your eyes narrowed into the deep abyss of peter’s eyes as you sat on the foot of your bed, putting on socks. somewhere in your endeavors, you found a flicker of that familiar joke. “ha. ha. very funny,” you muttered bitterly.
it haunted you. as soon as you came out, you were taunted by those same exact words by your ‘friends,’ by your previous roommate. what made you different from them became a simple reason to cease empathy and kindness, and you were baffled that this was happening again.
maybe peter was like the others after all.
you avoided peter’s gaze in favor of the floor, the legs of your desk, your rug—anywhere but him—and you could feel the color drain out of your face, out of this room—deja vu. “look, i know it’s funny to you because i like guys and for whatever reason, straight guys like to flirt with gay men to get a reaction out of us,”
the rug cushioned the weight of a familiar pair of feet, and you looked up, a great frown etched in your face when your eyes met peter’s. he towered over you, bewildered. “but it makes me uncomfortable. and it’s not funny to-“
he didn’t know what roused him. the pain in your voice made him want to apologize without any resort to excuses. the pout on your lips made him want to cradle your head, yet kiss you at the same time. the growing tent in his pants made him want to pin you to your bed, and simply ravish you.
it was all a blur.
his impulsive thoughts became a reality once he stole the remaining words left in your distress, and clumsily swallowed them with a kiss. you didn’t have time to process his lips on yours because you were then pushed onto your back, stilted and surprised, as peter applied his weight on top of yours—his broader build shadowed you in welfare.
“pete-“ you groaned into the hot, breathy kiss, and despite the light attempts to push him away, you were compelled to return the wet exchange. breathlessly, you repeated, “stop, this isn’t funny-“ he kissed you again. all this time, you could’ve had him, but you deluded yourself into thinking otherwise.
“i’m not laughing,” peter muttered, and his hips began moving into yours, aimlessly trying to alleviate the stiffness in his pants. “i want you.” his voice lowered—no longer a confession, but a demand. he rocked into you harder once he felt you throb under those tight short, and you slipped out a moan, memorizing the beat of peter that pulsated against you.
you remembered him being bashful when you two talked about your firsts. you weren’t completely inexperienced like he was, but you mentioned that it’s been a while since you’ve done anything remotely intimate. school was your focus, a relationship was your reward.
“peter,” you repeated again, he wasn’t listening. “peter.” he whispered a demand; to keep calling his name, and you couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at the cliché line often heard in soft porn.
then, you cupped your hands around his temples to pull him away. he gazed into you with ardent hunger, almost annoyed that you ruined the trail of kisses he began leaving on your neck. “did you drink without me? because if you did, then i don’t think we should-“
“i didn’t,” he sobered on the softness of your lips, and like a flip switch, he snapped out of his fictional world of you. “fuck- i’m so sorry, i didn’t even ask you if you wanted to- fuck, i even forgot to say that i like you.” he ranted to himself, beginning to pull himself away. “this was not how it was supposed to go.”
infatuation had expanded into something beyond your control, and your feelings for him ignited even more. a wick bursted into powerful flames, and it warmed your body knowing that you two shared the same sentiment.
before he completely peeled himself off your body, you pulled him down by the neck, then pressed your nose to his, grinning. “I like you too.” a peck to the tip of his nose, then the center of his lips. your onslaught of fleeting kisses to his skin drowned him, pacifying every muscle in his body until it became jelly, and also making it all the more easier to roll him under you.
“not exactly how i imagined my first date with you, but,” you straddled his lap, roaming your hands around peter’s chest, an asset of his you’ve frequently daydreamed about. “you sure?”
the applied pressures to your waist, then bottom should’ve been a definite measure of his answer, but he smiled up at you, guiding a steady pace of your hips to his groin. he was easily distracted, suddenly cascading his other palm up your shirt then down to finally feel the bare skin he had spent long showers jerking off to. fantasies had now been served onto a platter before him, and peter planned on devouring you, piece by piece. “please.”
“must have had a lot on your mind if you couldn’t even confess to me.” it was unusual to see him like this—absolutely enthralled by your presence, high off of it. aching for more of you with the way he pushed his groin into you. “how long have you been thinking about this?” being unusual always had negative connotations to it.
you pressed into him harder, rubbing at his print with gallant grinds. not in this moment.
he moaned, “far too long…” then fumbled with the waistband of your shorts before doing the same with the zipper. “you’ve been driving me crazy, especially these days.” it was a simple task, a daily labor that peter was great at, but his hands shook when his finger met metal. you chuckled, and placed a comforting hand to his cheek, stroking the soft skin with the amplest caress.
take your time. i’m not going anywhere.
“mind sharing what you thought about then?” the only time you peel yourself away from peter’s groin was to help him slide your shorts off, then his jeans. peter lifted his hips, and you two were joined together again. aching together. “just curious.” you joked by pulsating your bulge, and he shyly laughed when he saw the restrictive twitch.
felt it.
“well... where do i start?” peter’s warm hand rested on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your erection while delicately exploring your soft skin. “there’s been so many times where i just wanted to…” he was too ashamed to finish his sentence, looking away.
“wanted to…?” your body arced over his, placing a persuading kiss to his cheek, then neck. “what was it?” they lingered, sunk deep into his skin with the utmost affection, and he left the deepest, pleasurable sighs as if you withdrew it from him. you commenced his dilemma. “tell me what you thought when you first saw me. saw that i was your roommate.”
“i...” peter began, and you could tell his nerves got the best of him, so you rocked into him again, begged with your hips. the position made it easier to feel all of him, press into his warmth more, and you couldn’t stop. wouldn’t. “i didn’t know what to feel. i was happy, that i had someone as kind as you…” you gleefully hummed, agreeing as you continued leaving kisses to his neck.
“then i was nervous, because you were so… cute. handsome. beautiful.” he moaned when you began to grind in slow, deep strides. your bulges squeezed and pushed one another, peter did the same, growing impossibly bigger against you. “but when i saw you in those shorts, sweating because move-in day was always on a hot day…”
“yeah?” you beckoned him to finish his sentence because you were closing your eyes now, remembering that very moment because you felt the same. the way peter’s chest, his muscles, were broad and stunning under his own layer of sweat, under his loose shirt, under that naivety that you would never have dreamed to think of him as such a…
“i just wanted to fuck you.”
pervert.
the shy smile he gave you messed with your perception of him. clearly, you’ve underestimated him all this time, and you kissed him again. “so, you only thought about pleasuring yourself.”
he quickly broke the kiss to defend himself. “wait, no! t-that’s not what i meant.”
“peter, relax.” your laugh calmly settled into a comforting smile, and you blindly reached down to his thick print, feeling and squeezing at whatever you can because you were desperate to explore him. “i’m joking.” his chest rose.
for the remainder of time, you spent it stroking peter through his underwear. dryly to his frustration, but he never told you because he wanted to experience you in every way. his lips never left yours, only parted to moan into your mouth when you shoved your hand into his briefs to sate your desire to feel him bare.
peter was big in your small hand. the weight felt suffocating to your palm when you grabbed ahold of his sack, fondling his balls, then stroking his cock again, and you were intoxicated in the way he melted under you, looked into you, begged for you to go faster.
you did. who wouldn’t when he gazed at you with the most puppy-like eyes?
he had complete control of you now, because every action, every stroke, from then on had been a journey to his personal paradise. you didn’t care that you were left abandoned, that you were aching harder than he was. watching him was more than adequate.
both pairs of briefs and shirts have been tossed to the side now, and you maintained your straddle. it was riveting to watch how much bigger peter was when you took both of your cocks together and stroked. he practically enveloped you with the weight of his length, the girth of his shaft, and you wallowed in the fact that he was incredibly bashful about it.
peter’s hand never left your body. he charmed you by his neediness. it was clumsy in execution, but he always squeezed a moan out of you with he felt your ass, your chest, your nipples, your thighs. “fuck, pete.”
everything about you was beautiful, incredibly more so when you caved into him as he dealt kisses to your bare skin and took his own turn at jerking the both of you off.
he was eager. delirious. hard, stiffening hard, against you, and you felt every vein pulsate the harder— the faster—he squeezed and stroked. you leaned back, hands planted to the mattress beneath you, then maneuvered your hips to the rhythm of his fist. you found a pace while peter kept you steady, and fucked into his fist, against his wet cock, sliming your dripping pre-cum together with the utmost fervor.
“wait, (m/n),” he hiccuped, and his hold on you tightened, nails dug into your left waist but you ignored his plea, fucking steadily into his fist. “stop, i’m going to-“ they fell on deaf ears, and mouth agape, peter watched you with incredulity. you can feel his body flex, your balls smushed to his when you grinned up, your pre-cum sticking to his, his to yours, like a sick web. “s-stop, oh god.”
and peter unraveled before you with a guttural moan, finishing the rest of his plea with a blasting of thick and creamy ropes to his chest, like a cannon. the force was strong enough to have a few shots land on his face, then his hair, and then somewhere above because peter was a big shooter—a strong one, you’d passionately testify. “f-fuck, i didn’t mean to cum so-“
“holy shit.” you watched peter in all his glory, then in his embarrassment, while stilted on his lap and sweating, not taking notice of the delay of your climax because it crept up on you quick. a rocket broke the cloud in your thoughts with a boom, and you spilled all over him, shooting like fireworks. “shit!”
peter was your canvas, and it was your duty to paint him. debris of sex splattered everywhere, because you somehow found the strength to continue fucking yourself into the cream of fist, unloading and unloading onto him until you were dry, heaving and dripping.
“fuck- I didn’t mean to ruin your sheets-” he mumbled, a blush stained his cheeks, and you joined in the warmth with a kiss, panting.
“where’s the fun in all of this if you aren’t going to stain at least one thing.” your brows raised at the wet stain on the wall above peter’s head, right below your wall-shelf, and peter’s gazed followed.
he groaned, distressed by the evident he made. “fuck, sorry…” his bashfulness only endeared you even more.
“it’s okay,” you hopped off his lap, stretching your arms into the air. “i’ll clean you up.”
“okay,” peter lay still, his hand cautiously held over his stomach to catch the drips of his cum and yours. it was fascinating to watch the mixture flow together, strands of it melding and un-webbing as he played with the sticky residue. it was the scientist in him. “my towel is on the- fuck-“
without a beat, you took his dripping flaccid cock into your mouth, sucking off any remnants of spunk. an unfamiliar taste you weren’t used to, bitter and salty. it wasn’t until you noticed how peter’s eyes glazed over you, half-lidded because he was in heaven now, that you found the taste of him delectable. peter’s caution for staining your bed sheets was disregarded, because he knew you’d clean the rest of him off.
after you pulled away with a soft pop, he traced your wet lips with the cum on his fingers, then his knuckles, before he pushed one by one into your mouth. one finger at first, then two, then three, you moaned erotically around his digits as peter pumped, marveling in the eagerness of your mouth. he slowly pushed more cum into your mouth. the creamy residue gathered at the corner of your mouth at first but he made sure to scoop it back in, and continued doing so until he was polished clean.
nothing was wasted.
the taste of you and him spread in the warmth of your tongue, and you have never felt more intoxicated.
to peter, you have never looked more beautiful.
nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!
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Wild Side
Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader
Warnings: Smut, friends with benefits, bottom!Reader, jealous top!Peter, shower sex, sex in school showers, anal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing…
Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist
Summary: You and Peter stay behind after class and shower together…
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It was towards the end om gym class, you were hanging out with friends when you heard the bane of your existence speak up from behind you. ”Damn Y/n, if you do any more squats your gymshorts are gonna explode” Flash said flirtily.
”Hey Flash” you said dryly turning around to meet his wandering eyes. He grabbed your arm pulling you out of earshot from your friends. ”So i was thinking maybe you and me could stay after class, wait for the others to leave the locker room and have some fun in the shower”.
”Flash, that time at my place was a one time thing” you said awkwardly. ”Come on, you can’t deny our chemistry” Flash said. ”Flash, you were desperate, i was bored and drunk, i wouldn’t call that chemistry” you told him.
”Fine, don’t worry i’ll find someone else” he said walking off grumpily. You turned to get back to your friends not knowing that a certain brunette boy and his friend had overheard you. Peter couldn’t help feeling slightly jealous of the thought that you and Flash of all people had slept together.
Peter then decided to do something bold he like Flash came up to you while you were with you friends and asked ”Y/n, can i talk to you for a sec?”. ”Yeah sure” you said with a smile now that it was Peter.
”Can i fuck you in the showers later?” Peter asked casually, making your eyes widen as you were caught of guard. Seeing Peter this direct stirred up something inside you making you utter a shy ”Sure”. Then you went back to your friends.
Once the school bell rang people hurried out to the locker rooms as it was your last lesson of the day. Peter came up to you and planted a kiss on your cheek, the two of you hung out for a while in the gym hall until the others had left the locker room.
You then entered it and went to your lockers and started getting undressed. You got your towel out of your locker and then went and found a naked Peter by his locker. He closed his locker and turned to you. The two of you looked each other in the eyes and passionately started making out.
Peter then took you hand and guided you towards the now empty school showers. You put your towels aside and stepped under the showerhead, turning on the water. You made out as you were both getting drenched in it’s warm water.
Peter’s hand slipped down to your now hard cock and he started stroking your it with a firm grip. You moaned softly against Peter’s wet lips. Peter pressed you against the tiled wall, making you gasp as the cold tiles met your back.
Peter then got down on his kness in front of you taking your dick in to his warm mouth. You put your hand in his wet hair as he sucked your fat cock. He moved his head back and forth making you moan softly.
”Peter, you’re doing so good” you praised as Peter moved his tongue up your shaft. You already felt yourself getting close to cumming. ”Peter, i’m gonna cum” you said. Peter continued working your cock until he you spilled your load in his mouth.
”Shit Peter, swallow my cum” you said and Peter did as commaned, swallowing your seed. Your cock went flaccid as Peter stood back up. ”Ready get fucked?” Peter asked. ”You lead” you told him. Peter turned you around making you face the wall, water falling on your back
Peter immediately ran a finger over hole and started pushing one in to loosen you up, he continuly added more as he fingered you open for him. You felt your cock getting hard again as Peter got you ready.
Peter then started teasing you opening with his rock hard cock. ”Ready?” he asked. ”Yeah” you said needily as you pushed your ass against him. Peter lined himself up with your hole and started pushing himself inside.
You groaned as Peter’s thick legth penetrated you. Peter sank his shaft all the way in to your tightness. ”Fuck, so tight on my cock” Peter swore holding your hips firmly. He then slowly started pulling out before once again pushing back in.
You he started thrusting a slow paste. You moaned Peter’s name as he planted kisses on your neck. He then started moving a bit faster as he pushed in to you. He moved you closer to the wall and pinned you against it as he fucked your hole.
Your wet bodies were pressed against each other as Peter then said ”Flash, can’t fuck you like this can he” as his thrusts echoed in the empty shower and locker room. ”No” you whined as Peter’s cock hit your prostate.
”Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this?” Peter asked more dominant than usual, his body pressed hard against yours as he relentlessly fucked you into your tightness. ”You” you said wealky as Peter pounded your ass.
You felt your cock get ready to cum a second time as it was pressed against the shower room wall. ”I’m gonna cum” you said as Peter continued thrusting roughly. ”Cum for me, Y/n” he said fucking you restlessly.
You came once again your seed splashing over the shower wall. Peter chased his own orgasm his hard cock needing release. With one last deep thrust he filled your ass with his seed, once he pulled out his cock, his cum started to leak out of your now gaping ass.
The two of you then helped to wash each other off and got out of the shower. You took your towels and dried yourselves and then went to get dressed. As you both were getting dressed Peter asked ”So when did you and Flash happen?”.
”Oh, that? A couple of months ago like a week before i met you and we started you know…” you explained. ”Oh…” Peter said suprised. ”What?” you questioned. ”I kinda thought it was a more recent thing which is kinda why i wanted to do this, i kinda got a little jealous” Peter confessed.
”Well then i guess i should get you jealous more often” you teased him making him laugh. Once you both were finished you left the locker room together.
”Wanna come to my place and watch a movie?” Peter asked excitedly.
”Yeah, sure” you said and took Peter’s gentle hand in yours as you walked away from the school.
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Pray To The Gods
Word count: 1,006
Warnings: 18+, angst, blowjob receiving/giving, rimming, unprotected sex, gay sex.
M/n: male name
E/c: eye color
GIF not mines
Kinktober 2022
You walk towards Loki’s room and knock, “who is it?” “It’s me M/n” “come in” you open the door and walk in. You look around the room and notice that Loki is changing “I’m here to talk to you” “about” you walk over to him and take a seat on his bed, you pat the empty space next to you “i'm getting married” you watch as his face begins to fill with disappointment.
“Who’s the lucky guy” “I actually don’t know” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it, “so you’re getting married to a total stranger?” “Pretty much” you get up and walk over towards the balcony, you watch as the sun begins to set, you smile “M/n?” You turn to look at Loki “yes, Loki” you watch as he throws his leather robe on the bed and walks closer to you “I love you, you know that” “yes I do” he takes your face in your hands and you lean into his touch.
You look up at him and lean in to kiss him, you throw your hands around his neck and begin to play with his hair. You pull away and look into his eyes, “marry me instead” “I wish I could Loki but it’s not that simple” “then let’s run away, we could go to Midgard” you smile and pull him into a hug. You feel as his hands slide down to your hips and he pulls you closer towards him.
He looks into you e/c eyes, “let me make love to you one last time” you nod and he leans in to kiss you. He begins to remove your clothes, you doing the same once the two of you are finally naked. He walks you towards his bed and you sit on the edge of the bed, you watch as he falls to his knees and takes your cock in his mouth.
You throw your head back moaning, he begins to bob his head up and down. You grip the bed sheets under your hands “Loki” he takes your cock out of his mouth and pushes you so you’re laying in his bed. You feel as he begins to suck and bite your inner thigh, he slowly makes his way down towards your hole when you finally feel his wet tongue begin to tease your hole.
You feel as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head as Loki begins to eat your hole, “mhm Loki” you grip his head pushing him further into your hole. You feel as he takes your cock and begins to tug at it, you feel as your toes begin to curl from the pleasure Loki was giving you. “Mhm Loki I’m close” he comes up from your soaked hole “cum for me” he begins to tug faster and you feel as the knot in your stomach snaps. “Ahh Loki”
You shut your eyes tightly, as you cum all over your stomach and Loki's hand, you look down at him and watch as he begins to lick his hand clean. You sit up and watch as he comes and lays next to you, you get comfortable between his legs and take his cock in your hands. “Let me make you feel good now Loki” “alright M/n”
You begin to take his cock into your mouth and feel as his tip touches the back of your throat, you begin to bob your head up and down. You feel as Loki pushes his cock further into your mouth “mhm M/n” he grabs your head and begins to thrust into your mouth. “Ahh close” his thrust begins to get after and finally he grips your head with his thighs. You feel as his cum begins to travel down your throat, you push your mouth off his cock.
“That was amazing M/n” you crawl up towards him and lay on top of him, and lean down to kiss him. You feel as the tip of his cock teases your entrance “can I?” You nod “yes” Loki slowly pushes his length into your hole and you lay your forehead on his. “You’re doing so good for me M/n” you smile and you feel as he begins to slowly thrust into you.
You throw your head back and lay your hands on his chest “mhhm Loki” you roll your hips experimentally and feel as he hits your prostate “right there” he hits it again “here” you nod. He sits up and leans in to kiss you, you throw your hands around his head pulling him closer towards you.
You feel as Loki pics you up and lays you down on the bed, he pulls away from the kiss. You trail your nails down his back and you watch as he lets out a moan “ahhh M/n” he picks up the speed and begins to thrust much faster into you. You begin to see white spots invade your vision, you watch as Loki leans down to whisper into your ear.
“Are you close?” You nod “do you want me to cum inside of you?” “Yessss give me your kids please” you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer towards you as you cum “mhm Loki” his thrust begins to get sloppy and after a few more thrust he finally cums deep inside of you “M/n!” He leans down and kisses you as he finally cums.
He slowly pulls out of you and removes some hair from your face “you’re beautiful M/n” “thank you Loki” he lays down to you, you turn to look at him “I do want to run away with you” “are you sure?” “Yes, I want to start a family with you and grow old together” he waved his hand and a ring appeared, you took the other ring off and threw it out the window. You watch as he slides the ring into your finger “M/n would you marry me?” “Yes Loki”
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The Fall of Spider-Man
bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader
🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️
AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)
Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.
“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”
“Who are you?” He asks.
You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.
Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.
“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.
“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.
You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”
He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”
He hates this so much.
“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.
“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.
You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.
You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.
“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.
He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”
Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”
If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”
He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”
He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.
“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.
“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.
“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.
Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.
You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.
You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.
He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.
Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.
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Jake Lockley x Male! Reader
Jake Lockley with a boyfriend who actually speaks Spanish? We got it.
SMUT/NSFW/+18 ok?????
Of course, it all started with Marc. You two started dating and he told the boys all about you to Steven and even Khonshu. Less so for Jake, then, Marc suggested he should find out on his own. Kidding. HE WAS KIDDING!
He wanted you to take him by surprise, and you really did. By the morning you woke up a little earlier than usual and saw your dear Moon Knight returning from a long morning at work, so you ran to him and hugged him, seeing that he looked hurt. Jake, in his position, panicked, but took advantage of the situation, taking off his suit and asking for a little time to shower, in a nutshell, so he wouldn't suspect it wasn't Marc. He really tried to force an American accent, which didn't help.
Everything was going well, until he pulled you into the bed after getting dressed, forgetting the worry of having a disguise he groaned during the kiss;
"Sí, mi hermoso, please.. más" (yes, my pretty boy, please.. more)
"Oh, querido, ¿por qué quieres que continúe, Jake?" (Oh my dear, why do you want me to go ahead, Jake?)
Your use of his name took him by surprise, how did you know? For now, he was like the boys' dirty secret, he stopped you on a shelf, looking at you curiously.
"Really? You gonna stop now?"
"..No, not even for a second!"
He kept taking you until he felt like he needed more, asked for your consent and then took care of your arrangements, as much as you didn't like the condom and the lube, you deserved a good first time with him.
And it would, he gave you all kinds of affection, delighted with the way you screamed his name. He specifically asked for Spanish names, just for a test.
"Papi" (daddy) and "perra" (whore) were the most used of the night, as much as he preferred to take it easy at first, he ended up letting go.
And God, may he guide you, he will say what he wants without the need to use English as a first option, even his moans are lighter for that.
His hands circling your body and the movements faster until you come with him finally giving up.
"La mejor perra que he comido" (The best bitch I've ever eaten).
Waking up the next morning, Marc wasn't happy with the result, but he doesn't really care either. Steven, by other way, spent the day asking what 'tu novio es caliente' (your boyfriend is hot) meant and why Jake kept saying it with a teasing smile.
(Sorry for any mistake.)
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So happy for your 400!!! That's amazing!
Enemies to lovers #6 M! Reader x Matt
thank you so much for your request! i had a lot of fun writing this one :)
6-enemies to lovers: hating the other but not being able to get them out of their head anyway
cw: mention of robbery and assault (no actual depiction)
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Rubbing your temples at your desk, you were so close to calling the defense attorney across the street and screaming at him. If you had to give legal injury advice to one more person who had been “personally attacked by Daredevil”, you were going to make sure he didn’t have the hands to hurt anyone, because you would break them yourself.
You’d only found out about the lawyer’s late night activities after he himself saved you. He grabbed you by the waist, steadying you after you’d almost been robbed and assaulted.
“You okay?” The voice immediately filled you with the same dread you felt in the courtroom.
“Murdock?” He fell silent. His mouth dropped open, and he stuttered for a few moments until he came up with the worst response ever.
“What’s a Murdock?”
“Oh my god- just get me out of here.” He obliged, helping you and your twisted ankle hobble to the sidewalk as he hailed a cab for you.
“This is unethical at the least, not to mention literally illegal, Matt.”
“I know, I know. Can I explain this to you later?”
“Dinner, and you’re paying.”
“Perfect. I’ll call your office tomorrow.” He slipped away into the darkness just before the cab came.
Now you were stuck in this stupid walking boot for a few weeks with unnecessary backstory on the man who ruined your private life by giving you a never-ending list of clients. Not that you were upset with the business, but there weren’t any laws concerning personal injury and vigilantism, especially if the client was admitting they did something wrong in the process.
Although you hated to admit it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that night with Matt.
He climbed through your window later that night, still wearing the devilishly thin black getup, to check on you. You’d been too stubborn to go to the ER, as he’d suggested, resigning yourself to a doctor’s appointment the next day. You weren’t sure how exactly he knew where you lived, but that worry was short-lived as he helped you soak your ankle in warm water, his calloused and rough hands soothing the red-hot pain searing through the joint.
“How does it feel?” He asked, rubbing your ankle to help calm the inflammation.
“Hurts.” The shakiness in your voice led him to believe that your eyes were filled with tears.
“I know, these ones hurt. I should’ve gotten there faster.” His fingers pressed a bit harder into the skin but the pain never came.
“How do you do that?” You asked.
“I’ll explain everything tomorrow at dinner, I swear, but today you need rest. You skinned your knees too, didn’t you?” He felt you nod.
“Where are your bandages? I’ll patch you up and head out after.” You told him the location of your measly first aid kit, and he took his time cleaning and wrapping you up before he took off.
Your fingers meet your forehead again. That night wasn’t something you’d forget. How tenderly he held you, how carefully he tended to you, how he even stopped by in the first place, it wasn’t necessary. It made you think of how he cared for others, as evidenced by his judgment of clients. The clock struck five, boot getting ever more itchy and heavy, when you heard three sharp raps on the wood of the door, followed by footsteps and the tell-tale click clack of his cane.
“You know you don’t have to pretend here right? I know all about your dirty little secret.” He smiles.
“That’d almost sound comforting if you weren’t out for me every time we fought in court.”
“That’s not the only time I’m out to get you.”
“How’s the ankle?”
“Don’t try to be sweet, Murdock. Why are you here?”
“To ask how your ankle is.”
“And?”
“And to ask if you could stop thinking of me, see, the hiccups are constant and annoyi-” You shove his shoulder and he laughs.
“I am not thinking of you.”
“Mhm, keep telling yourself that, but really, how is your ankle?”
“Still hurts. Maybe you should get on your knees and rub it again.”
“If that’s what you wish, darling.” His voice lowers an octave, reverberating through your body and causes you to shiver.
“Matt…”
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
“Stop getting in my head.” He laughs again.
“Where’s the fun in that? I thought you hated me.”
“I do.”
“Your heart says you’re lying.”
“Maybe my heart is a liar.”
“I’m sure of it, sweetheart. How about dinner tomorrow at that Italian place? I’ll see you at six, my treat.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you breathless as he walks out your office.
“Screw you, Murdock.” You say, knowing full well he’ll hear it, but you had every notion of going tomorrow to dinner.
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