• Clint: wow I love the new additions to the team, Wanda Maximoff and *doesn't even bother to look at the writing on his hand* Peanut Massive

When someone picks up your phone and you left the SMUT open

Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.


You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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Why I love Peggy Carter

She is the strongest woman I’ve ever seen.

Her relationship with Steve is the cutest thing ever,

you’d be lying if you disagreed.

And even though she was as blown away after the project as the rest of us were,

she loved him even before the serum,

and she always will.

Always.

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x

SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN

It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.

“Tony?”

The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.


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you, Mister (Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader)

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Venom’s jealously finally reaches a breaking point while Eddie and you are getting intimate.

Rating: R (Fem!Reader, fingering, double penetration, tentacles, size kink, over-stimulation, unprotected symbiote sex)

Originally posted by tchillax

When he kisses you, the world falls away around you. His hand is under your ear, thumb caressing your cheek, and it was soft, slow, reassuring in ways that words could never be.

You trail your fingers down his spine to drag him closer, leaving no space in between the pair of you. Your bodies fit together as if you were made for this, to fall into one another, to share this carnal rhythm.

Eddie laughs into your kiss and lifts you right off your feet, hands cupping under your thighs as your wrap your legs around him. He carries you over to the bed, letting you fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. He drops down on top of you, and his chapped lips are back on yours in seconds, swallowing your delighted giggles.

You pull away, whispering in between small pecks, “I missed you, Baby,” and the tips of his ears burn red from his flush.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” he breathes, “I would’ve been here sooner, but Venom found this lead and he ended up-”

He moans into your mouth when you surge up to kiss him.

“You talk too much,” you whisper.

He hums in agreement.

You grasp his shoulders, squeezing hard when he presses his palm against your mound. He smiles as slides into your underwear and pushes two fingers into you, watching transfixed as your whole body twitches with anticipation and desire. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”

“I was having a little fun of my own before you came home.”

Eddie makes a low, approving sound deep in his throat, before he’s rocking another finger into you and your mouth fall open, head tipping backwards into the pillows. The stretch leaves your neck fully exposed and he wastes no time in relishing in the sweetness of your skin.

Your moans echoes in the small space of his bedroom as he sucks a bruise onto the top of your collarbone, lightly biting the delicate skin. “Ed,” you plead, your voice hitches, and whatever you wanted to say is exchanged by a heady, breathless moan when he pushes his fingers in knuckle deep and scissors and the pleasure is almost painful.

You push at his chest. He immediately stills and takes your chin in his strong hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “What’s is it, (y/n),” he questions, slowing pulling out of you, and you can’t help to whine at the loss.

A mumble that vaguely sounds like ‘clothes, off’ leaves you before his lips cut you off, pressing resolutely against yours. When you part he wastes no time in tugging his sweat-soaked hoodie over his head. He moves off of you to remove his jeans, and you take the opportunity to take off your shirt. He reaches for you again, fingers straying beneath the elastic of your panties.

He presses a sloppy smooch over the dip of your belly button.

Eddie rolls your panties over your hips, making a big show of sniffing them before you playful slap his chest. “Don’t be a loser,” you snicker as you snatch them from him. You blindly throw them across the room.

“I’m your loser.” He tickles the soft skin of your stomach, sending you into a fit of giggles as he skims over the flushed flesh. You nod your head, quickly giving in and telling him, “Yeah, you’re my loser.”

Because yeah, you’ve realized long ago that you do love this idiot. And when you hear Venom chime in with “I’m your loser too!”, you have to admit, you think you love him too.

“No, no no, no.” Eddie flicks at the mass protruding from his shoulder, rolling his eyes when it flicks him back, “We’ve talked about this, man, what are you doing?”

You can hear yourself dry up a bit as they continue arguing.

You stretch out your hand to stoke the top of Venom’s head, catching his attention as his glistening eyes focus on you. Both he and Eddie shut up as the symbiote extends a part of himself so he can wrap around your fingers. He practically vibrates from excitement as you bring your hand up to kiss him. “Venom, I thought that you’d agree to let Ed and I have our alone time.”

Venom blinks.

By the next blink, the inky black mass takes over Eddie’s skin completely, ignoring his loud protests. The bed creaks and dips under the new weight.

“Why is it that only Edward gets ‘alone time’ with you?” You make a face at the name, and you just know that your boyfriend is too. “We wish to be one with you too, Sweetling,” his growl almost sounds vulnerable, and you swallow the lump in your throat, looking down at your hands. He’s quick to tilt your chin up to face him.

Venom leans in closer, his very large claw moving down your neck and cleaving through the sweat that collected on the column of your neck. “We feel for you in the same manner as Eddie does,” he says, “Is it only Eddie that you feel for?”

Guilt sparks in your stomach like a lit match on gasoline.

You pry him off your chest and lock your fingers together, marveling at how your hand becomes completely engulfed within his. Hell, you can’t pretend that you never thought about being under that rippling, powerful, body. You’ve had dreams, fantasies even, about that impossible bulk and that tempting tongue, but those feeling were all new and kind of intimidating.

Venom could easily crush your skull with one hand, with one squeeze, and yet, he’s here brushing along your skin like it was made of fine silk.

You wonder idly how you could ever think that he would hurt you.

After all, Venom was still half Eddie.

And Eddie, Eddie was crazy about you.

“I’m sorry, Big Guy, I never meant to make you feel like this.” You sign, squeezing his claw, “If Eddie is ok with it, then, I-I’d like to be one with you too.”

A purr rips through his chest that’s as loud as an engine, and his tongue unrolls over your bust, curling around one nipple. He grins as you let out a loud keen, drooling all over your breasts. “Slow down, V,” you breathe, “you gotta share with Ed,” and he groans, flicking his rough tongue over your nipples one last time before he retreats into himself, revealing your frazzled lover.

You grin as he mumbles about how ‘yeah, he’s ok with it’ before his teeth are nipping at your earlobe. He presses his entire body against you, and you feel that warmth instead you burn as his length twitches against your stomach. You’re so lost in that moment that you almost didn’t notice the warm tendrils wrapping around your ankles. Your entire body tenses when they tighten and rip your legs apart.

Eddie strokes your soaping folds with the tip of his finger, dipping into you ever so slightly. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?” He asks, smoothing a hand down the contours of your body.

“Just smell her, Eddie, she is ready!”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He shakes his head as Venom stitches together a working upper body that connects at his hip, and presses the thick, red crown of his length against your hole.

He felt huge, thicker than his fingers.

“Do it, Ed.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

He slides into you in a single, hard, world-altering thrust that has you curling your fingers in his hair for some sort of leverage. “‘It’s - so big,” you moan, eyes scrunching shut. And Venom - Venom stays silent, watching transfixed as his human’s cock sinks into you and splits you open.

The stretch - it stings but that doesn’t stop you from encouraging him to move. He bottoms out, but before you can complain he slams himself to the hilt - and God, it makes you fucking sob.

The sound seems to rise something in Venom, and he leans forwards to stick his tongue in your parted lips, curling around your own. You choke on a gasp, feeling the ridges of his taste buds rubbing against every corner of your mouth.

You suck on it and his groan rumbles through your head. You don’t let up, and soon he’s drawing out of your mouth with a slick pop.

It leaves you confused when he molds back into Eddie’s body, but your confusion is quickly sedated when a tendril comes out that’s long enough to wrap around the base of Eddie’s cock and circle your clit.

You curse and bury your nose into his neck, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his sweat-glazed skin. The heat coming off of his body is suffocating, the world beyond his warmth shadowy and insubstantial.

He doesn’t - can’t hold himself back and mercilessly dives in and out of your cunt. You shiver and moan and rock back against his thrusts, his ridiculous girth hitting every special place inside of you.

They only sound you can make is an interval of yes, yes, yes through broken yelps. You can’t even manage to produce full words when you felt another tendril begin to rub under your opening, under Eddie, dripping with some kind of lubricant already.

It - it spears into you, working itself into you, inch by inch, until Eddie and you were squirming from the sensation.

It remains still for a moment, and Eddie shifts with a sharp breath. The tight fit has you wailing and shaking, digging your nails in his arms like that’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Oh - oh God,” he stutters, voice catching, “this is - it’s so tight…is this ok?”

“Please, please don’t stop,” a tear leaves your eye as you plead, and he catches it on his finger. He, and the black goo, resume a harsh pace that leaves you breathless, growing deeper and more forceful by the second.

It only takes a few more rough strokes for you to cry out, clenching around the girths inside of you as your orgasm hits. You cum hard enough that it borders on painful, releasing an embarrassingly loud scream before two thick fingers are placed in your mouth.

Your moans are muffled as they ride you through your orgasm. You dimly hear Venom growl ‘ours’ as they continue fucking you like animals in heat and you become lost in it. Your gasps slur together as one, and soon you feel a pair of hands grab each of yours, one human and one alien, both squeezing hard.

You felt the coil in your belly tighten again and they don’t consider holding anything back; this - this is a feeling you’re fucking sure you could get high off of. 

Your second orgasm crashes through you violently, your whole body shakes. White flashes take over your vision as your blood turns to molten liquid. You don’t even register your gasp of oh god Venom, Eddie please it’s too much as your muscles clench around them, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you milk Eddie through his own release.

He drives into you one final time, rope after rope of his hot seed spilling into you. 

He pulls out, the tendril stays put, and he collapses on top of you, meeting your lips hungrily. He wipes the rest of your tears away after releasing your mouth, and you’re still trembling as you rake your nails over his scalp.

“That was…”

Lewd. Obscene. The best orgasm of your life.

“Hot,” you finish for him.

He hums in agreement.

You laid there for a moment, his weight on top of you always a welcomed comfort, and sleep begins tugging at your eyelids. The euphoria has you damn near catatonic. When your eyes close, the symbiote’s mass begins to slip out of you and let go of your ankles, and your walls squeeze tighter, clinging desperately to keep it inside.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sweetling,” you hear the creak of mattress beneath you, and Eddie is moving off of you, Venom taking his place to straddle you. “We earned our alone time with you, don’t you agree?” And yeah, yeah you agree, but you’re too far gone for words when tendril buries itself in your puffed folds, stirring the cum inside of you as his claws hold you open for his prodding appendages. You could only whine while another tentacle presses at your tight asshole, Venom hissing with delight as his natural lubrication makes him easily ease into you.

His white eyes narrowed and lock on yours, and he looks predatory and fascinated and hungry for you and for the helpless, desperate mewls you make as his tongue darts over your skin, each lap leaving you covered in twines of drool. He grins at you, all cocky and self-assured, and he - he expands the tendrils inside of you.

It’s so much and hot and tight, and you can’t remember how to breathe or form words, only a loud, choked-off keen leaves your lips. He rolls his hips and you almost want to tell him no, keep going -

But he doesn’t

Venom pulls out completely before you can break and shatter and come apart. Tears begin to leak out of your eyes again, and in your pleading for more you don’t see his tentacles stitch into one and his huge dick drops on your stomach, heavy and hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. Precum oozes from the plump head, dripping opalescent white onto your flesh.

He laughs at your shock, growing, “all for you, (y/n)” like it’s taking all of his willpower to keep himself from shoving into you in one go. The tip of his cock reaches well past your belly button, and you have no idea how it’s going to fit - but he’s telling you not to worry as he shifts himself so he presses against you and there’s a moment before he pushes in, the air heavy with expectation and tension, and before your uncertainty gets the better of you, his tongue curls around your face.

“Is our pretty girl ready?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond.

With no effort, he rolls you onto your belly and lifts your bottom into the air, placing a warm hand on your back to keep your face and chest firmly planted on the rumpled blanket. He pulled your hips back, grip so tight you know you’ll have bruises later, and slowly slides inch after inch into you. You cry out as his length tears you open, and you’re sure you’re going to snap, break into two, there was no way you could adjust when it was penetrating so deep - he rocks the two of you, not moving at all.

You feel a tendril slip beneath you to circle your clit. He relishes your soft moans, tongue unrolling along your back. “‘M ok - I - you- fuck -” The pain is ebbing away, the feeling of him stretching your walls as far as they could go was, it was blinding.

In your haze, you absentmindedly press your hand on your stomach, feeling it bulge out from where he’s sheathed inside.

“All for our Sweet.”

You almost have the mind to be embarrassed at the slick sound that comes from you when he pushes himself to the hilt. “Move,” you instruct, and Venom slowly slips out of your pussy. He doesn't’ hold himself back, thrusting into you, harder now, faster, until he’s fucking you at a brutal pace that has the whole bed moving.

His raw strength was unquestionable, impossible to resist as he slams into you, hips smacking loudly against yours. His gooey mass swallows your limbs as he hits every ridge and bump inside of you without effort - it’s so much, too much, you can’t keep your screams at bay.

You shove your face into the blanket to stifle your moans.

Venom grunts and snarls with each thrust of his hips. You tighten your hold on the blanket, holding on for dear life as he moves you and the bed, lost in the ecstasy of white-hot pleasure that runs through your veins.

His grunts become roars and snarls that are more primal and almost frightening as you spasm around him, his saliva splashing across your back. Pressure build and build and builds, until you reach where you can’t remember your name or who you are.

Your whole body is wracked with shivers and spasms, and if it wasn’t for his firm hold you would’ve collapsed down into the mattress. Your toes curl, and you try to push away but he snarls and grunts more, maw latching onto your shoulder without drawing blood. His teeth keep you in place as he swells inside of you, iridescent cum stuffing you to the brim.

He continues to rut and grind into you, the white globing out with each thrust. His release seems endless as it sends you into another wave of pulsing tremors.

After he finishes, he removes his grip on you, and your jelly bones send you falling right into the sheets. He follows, carefully draping his weight next to you, and you both ignore how the bed-frame cries out under you. Venom purrs as he nuzzles into you, smoothing out your hair with a gentleness that pushes you into the embrace of sleep.

.*.*.*

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Girls Night | Wanda Maximoff/ Natasha Romanoff |

Anonymous requested: Hey! Can I request a smutty Wanda x Natasha x Reader threesome? Like maybe they’re having a girls night out at the club and it gets hot, so they head back to the reader’s place? Thank you xx
Sure thing sweet cakes! This my first attempt at a smutty threesome, but I am going to try my hardest for you.

Summary: Normally ‘Girls Night’ consisted of staying at yours and eating junk food and watching movies, but this time Natasha wants to do something different. Besides, clubs are always fun, right?

Warnings: This is pure filth. Face-sitting, eating out, fingering, tribbing, ménage à trois, dirty talk, hair-pulling, choking, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption, semi-public foreplay.

Originally posted by capntony

Originally posted by queenturtle14


“Tonight, ladies, we are doing something different!” Natasha exclaimed as she burst into the room, making you and Wanda jump.

“Like what?” You asked, worried about what she had in mind. Her kind of different could be anything from going out to leading an interrogation. She smirked and held up three dresses and make up.

“We are going to a club.” She stated, making both you and Wanda grin. It had been so long since you’d been to a club, and what better way to celebrate the end of one of the toughest missions yet than going out with your best friends.


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Tony being your sugar daddy + a “boobs guy” would include:

pairing: tony x reader

warnings: oh no hide your children this is about women willingly using their bodies and benefitting from it

a/n: hello i’m back after 4 months having graduated high school and being a bigger tony slut than ever before

also this is the longest “would include” i have ever written but i’ve been getting requests for this for months and it took me forever to get around to writing so enjoy

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Loki’s Very Special Girl

It’s Kinktober.  I am doing day 1 prompts:  Spanking, aphrodisiac, sleepy sex

Request:  I had two requests for Loki non-con, and one for Loki/Virgin, so using these.

Warning:  Non-con/rape. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU. Also, turns into dub-con. Kinks. 

Pairing: Loki/Reader

A/N:  Loki is my muse this evening.  This is more like 3 drabbles (all about 1000 words).  Pre Avengers movie. 

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan–is–god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @xbergiex @bellaballanda @theariel85 @fashun–deevah 

Aphrodisiac

Your head was pounding as consciousness returned.  All you could see was pure blackness.  The first thing you did was take a deep breath.  You knew to stay calm.  S.H.I.E.L.D had trained you for hostage situations.  It never occurred to you that this particular training would come into play on your first mission, but as inexperienced as you were, there was no way you would flip out.  They had chosen you to be an Agent because of your natural talents, letting them down was not an option.

A few deep exhales calmed you enough to assess your situation.  The room itself was not black, there was a bag over your head.  You were seated in a chair, your ankles cuffed to each leg with about an inch and a half of chain, your hands to the arms with even less leeway. The chair was metal and bolted to the ground.  The only chance of escape meant the picking the cuffs.  You could feel the spot for the key, but without eyesight chances of setting your hands free was slim to none.  While it was unfavorable, you knew you had to wait until your captor arrived.  

This was not supposed to happen.  You were on a surveillance mission, looking into a possible terrorist threat in England.  Nobody should have noticed you, since your cover was the date of a diplomat.  You sipped champagne and wore a beautiful black dress, the satin still rested against your bare chest, and you wished you had opted for a more conservative look.  The target hadn’t even arrived yet.  You walked away to freshen up when there was a sharp pain in your neck.  It didn’t feel like a shot though. The blackout was instantaneous. What sort of drug had they used on you?  

Before you could dwell on the thought the sound of the door opening filled the room.  You rolled your shoulders back and tried to show no fear.  If they planned on torturing you for information they had no idea who they were up against.  You would choose death long before betrayal.  

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

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Holy Shit, Batman!

Deadpool x Reader

Warning: pure smut, breathplay, anal, oral, dirty talking. IT’S DEADPOOL GUYS. Also this is complete unbeta so be warned. 

Thanks to all the anon support, you filthy bastards. 


If you had asked yourself a month ago if you’d ever let someone take you from behind, it would be a very hard no (pun not intended). If you had told yourself a month ago, Deadpool himself would be the one shoving his big cock inside your ass, you would have choked on your morning muffin. But it appeared pigs had finally learned to fly, because you were on all fours on Wade’s bed, a hand on your back and the other gripping at your hip.

“You like that huh?” He grunted, moving forward and leaning into your back. Wade pressed a firm kiss on your spine, “Say it.”

You moaned out, feeling him glide in and out of you. Fingers clutched the sheets underneath you, pushing your ass down on Wade’s cock.

“Come on, kitten,” Wade groaned, giving your ass a smack, “Say it.”

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Sweat and Smoke

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to play on a mission.

Warnings: SMUTTY AF (18+), Language, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk

A/N: I haven’t written in a while and am trying to release the cobwebs with sum smut. I also wrote this at work because i am str8 trash. Please reblog and comment lovies!!! xoxo

Originally posted by bucky-bucky-boo

“What’s your status, Buck?”

“We’re on the south side of the facility – currently hidden from view but, there is a large group of hostiles that I believe are east of us – a couple rooms down,” Bucky whispers into his coms, his eyes sliding over you as you lean back against the wall. “We’ll wait for your command.”

“Sit tight, guys,” Steve responds before the line goes quiet.

“I’m bored,” you mutter before kicking the side of the wall with your boot. “We’ve been stuck in here for two hours.”

The two of you were at the corner of a long hall outside of a door that led to a storage unit. You’d both been caught off guard by the number of agents there had been during the mission and Bucky had forced you down a hall into hiding. 

You were stuck waiting on Steve to give you the go ahead to take out the remaining hostiles. It didn’t help that the facility was horribly hot – the air similar to swampy summer heat.

Bucky glances down the hall before turning back to you – his expression unreadable. He quickly flicks a small button on the inside of his coms before leaning over and doing the same to yours.

“What is it? What are you doing?” you question impatiently, swiping strands of hair off your wet forehead.

“I was just thinking of a way we could pass the time..” he drawls slowly as if testing every word out of his mouth.  “After all, we didn’t get to finish what we started this morning, baby.”

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Dating Loki Laufeyson Would Include...

- Loki first being attracted to you because you’re the only Asgardian who doesn’t fear him.

- You being able to look through all his trickery to see the broken man he actually is.

- Being completely spoiled.

- Breaking Loki out of his prison cell and the two of you running away together.

- Dancing around in fields and forests together.

- Loki loving to carry you places.

- Huge, bone-crushing hugs.

- Rough, possessive sex when Loki is feeling insecure.

- “Y-you belong to me. I am a god. I am in control of you, love.”

- Seriously, rough sex. Spanking, choking, sloppy kissing, pinned down, tear-jerking sex.

- Plopping down on his lap after he steals the throne.

- Always sitting on his lap when he sits on the throne.

- Showing you how to do some of his magic/tricks.

- Growing up together.

- Stealing his uniform and parading it around, imitating him to make Thor laugh after he lost Jane.

- Insisting on braiding and playing his Loki’s hair.

- That’s how you discover Loki’s hair-pulling kink.

-”Harder, love. C’mon, pull harder.”

- Being the only one who can make Loki keel over with laughter.

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