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The Fanfic Queen 💅
@gallavichsreddie1128
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Hey everyone! My name is Alexis! I’m 22 years old and I write Fanfic (x female reader) Below is my masterlist:
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Description: Spidey texts you and says he needs your help and you tell him to meet you at your office which is like Yelena’s. Though Spidey has a crush on you and it’s a little too obvious so you take matters into your own hands.
Warning: Smut, pool sex, unprotected sex, hand job, tit sucking, clit rubbing, fingering, riding, Peter keeps his mask on through majority of it.
Word Count: 2k
Author’s note: The image is from Men’s Health but I just wanted the shirtless one which I couldn’t find a gif of :/
You chuckled as you got the text from Spiderman that he needed your help. The (probably) blushing and stuttering mess of a guy wanted your help. He couldn’t even focus around you and that was something that you weren’toblivious too. Yelena had pointed it out one day after all three of you had a meeting and the poor guy couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“How do you know he’s even looking at me through that mask?” You asked but even you knew it was a dumb question.
You didn’t need that ‘bitch really?’ look from Yelena.
Ever since that day that Yelena pointed it out you couldn’t stop thinking about it and him. You had no idea who was under the mask but for some reason you were very attracted to him. You bit your lip as you typed back to him, it was a teasing message asking him if he was sure. His reply made it seem like he wouldn’t be a mess around you but little did he know.
You and Yelena have the same office type. The pool. So you were going to make sure that you were naked in your pool when he stopped by just to tease him.
You moved your hands in the water as you waited for him to arrive. Yelena got him to take the suit off and get in with her, you planned for maybe more.
“Oh this again?” You looked up at his voice and there he stood in his suit.
You couldn’t see his eyes but you knew that he was staring at you.
You shrugged, “Come on it’ll be fun.” You said and you stuttered out a reply but you waved your hand.
“You can keep the mask on.” You tell him and he sighed as he went to the stall to get undressed.
You waited with a smirk as you mumbled under your breath, “For now.” Peter emerged from the stall in a towel and the mask on.
You had to keep your jaw from dropping at the sight. He had a built body, abs, and muscles. He looked so good. He stood there as you stared at him as if he was waiting for an invitation.
“Come inside.” You said and he did, turning around to drop the towel so you got a look at his ass as he climbed in your pool.
He turned around and it was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up.
“So you and Yelena have pool room offices?” He asked and you nodded.
You knew that he was trying to be respectful but failing at the fact that you were butt ass naked in the water.
“Nice.” He said and you giggled.
“What do you need my help with?” You asked and moved closer to him.
His brain stopped for a second and he just let out a bunch of uhs.
“Spidey, you said you needed my help.” You said with a small smile but you knew what you were doing.
“I d-did and it was about scorpion.” He said and you were suddenly a lot closer to him.
You hummed and placed your hands on his shoulders, “What about Scorpion?” You asked and he lost every thought at your touch.
“He uh well he’s attacking people and places.” That wasn’t what he wanted to say but your hands moved to his chest.
“You’re very built Spidey.” You said and looked him in the eyes through the mask.
“Don’t you think you can take him on your own?” You pouted and smiled as your hands moved to his abs that were under the water
. He let out a deep breath, “What are you doing?” He asked but he didn’t want you to stop.
You stepped closer to him and gasped, he was hard.
“So you do like me?” You asked and he tilted his head.
“W-what?” He asked and his face was definitely red.
Your hands moved down to his dick and he gripped the sides of the pool and gasped.
“You’re always a stuttering and blushing mess around me. I just thought that maybe that’s how you were but even through the mask I can see the way you look at me.” You say and you started to move your hand.
He whimpered and bucked his hips into your touch, not even trying to deny what you said. Your hand moved to his tip and thumb ran over the slit.
He gasped and you chuckled, “That feel good baby?” You asked and he nodded.
“Yes, so good.” Your hand moved faster and you only wish that you could see his face right now.
You knew that he was beautiful under the mask. One of his hands that was gripping the edge of the pool, you took and placed it on one of your tits. He gasped and bucked into your touch even more.
“Please.” The word left his mouth in a breathy whisper.
You tilted your head as an act of innocent confusion.
“Please what?” You asked and he squeezed your tit.
“I wanna see them.” He breathed out and you smirked.
“You wanna see my tits?” You asked and the poor guy nodded.
You took his other hand and placed it on the other tit. He squeezed them and massaged them as your hand got faster. He was twitching in your hand already. He was moaning and whining. You figured that his eyes were rolled back or closed at this point. He tried to fuck your hand, but you pushed your body up against his.
“I want you to cum for me and then you can see my tits.” You purred.
Your other hand was on his chest as you jerked him off. Incoherent words and mumbles left his mouth and before you knew it, he was cumming. You watched as his body stiffened, and his hips stuttered in the water. A pornographc moan left his lips as he came. Your hand slowed as you let him ride out the pleasure.
“Fuck.” He breathed out and your eyes widened in surprise.
You had never heard him cuss before. You smirked and removed his hands before standing up. The cool air hit you and your nipples became hard. His lips were parted beneath the mask and he stared in awe. You smirked and took one of his hands again, placing it on your tit.
“Lift up the mask some.” You say and he does without question.
Your bodies were pressed together as you leaned forward and ran one of your nipples over his mouth. His lips immediately latched onto the nipple as his hand played with the other one. You let out a moan and suddenly the room became hot. You were so horny and you wished that you could pull on his hair.
“Shit.” You breathed out and pulled his head to your chest.
“Touch me please.” You whimpered and the hand that was toying with your nipple moved down your body to your pussy.
You gasped when you felt his fingers down there. All you wanted to do was hump him. Peter was so lost in making out with your nipple, making the bud swollen and sensitive.
“Spidey please.” You whined and bucked your hips.
His finger rubbed your clit in near perfect circles. He pulled away from your tit to look up at you. Your eyes were closed and you were biting your lip. You looked so good. Your hips were slowly grinding against his finger.
“I need more.” You moaned out and he slipped his finger back to your entrance.
He slowly pushed in feeling your walls clamp down on his finger. He started pumping and you were gone. Moans and whimpers left your lips as you loudly expressed your pleasure. Your body ended up leaning over him, tits pressed against his shoulder as your cries were near his ears. Your hips were grinding and his other hand was on your ass keeping you steady.
“Oh fuck.” You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approach you.
Your thrusts were sharp and tight as your mind and body focused on your pleasure. Your eyes rolled and sobbed as you came hard. Your hips stuttered and went off rhythm as you rode out your high. Peter was hard again just from you making noise in his ear. You sat up and rubbed your head, feeling a little drunk off the orgasm.
Peter stood up and pulled your body to him, kissing you. You cupped his face and kissed him back, pulling away when you needed air.
“Let me see you.” You said and you could see the hesitation on his lips.
“My name’s Peter. I can give you that.” Peter, you really liked that name.
“I can’t let anyone know what I look like.” You traced his lips with your finger.
“Peter I won’t tell anyone.” You promised.
“This office doesn’t have cameras, it’s my office.” You tell him and give him pleading eyes.
He sighed and thought about it for a minute as you traced his lips. He nodded and you lifted the mask right off his face. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. He was gorgeous. Your hands traced his face as you stared into his brown eyes.
“Holy fuck you’re hot, like maybe the hottest guy I have ever seen.” You say and you felt horny again.
He chuckled, “That’s crazy. You work with Bucky Barnes.” You shrugged and laughed, “And yet now I get to look into the eyes of the stuttering and blushing mess.” Peter’s cheeks were red and he closed his eyes, it was very cute.
“That obvious?” He asked, embarrassed and you nodded, pulling him close.
“Yeah but it’s okay. I feel the same way, especially now.” He leaned down and kissed you again.
This didn’t last long as you pulled away, “Peter I need you.” You say and pushed him back down.
Before he could get out a word you straddled him.
“Shit.” He said and placed his hands on your hips as you stared down at him.
He was already hard again and had been since he fingered you. His jaw dropped when you slid down on him, taking him inside of you. You felt amazing, so tight and snug. Your walls welcomed him like it was home. Your hands placed on his shoulders as you began to move. The water splashed around you guys.
Your mouth was open and your eyes were shut as you rode him. He watched you in awe as you took what you needed from him.
“You look like a goddess.” Peter breathed out and that encouraged you to ride him faster.
The water splashes getting faster with your thrusts and some of it splasing onto the tiles but you didn’t care. Your moans filled the air and Peter’s groans. His head to your tits as you started bouncing on him. Your hands gripped his shoulders, tight and he groaned. You were a super solider after all but he could take it. The pleasure that was building each time you slammed down on his cock made you dizzy.
“Peter.” You cried his name and he groaned yours.
You were glad that there were no cameras and the walls were soundproof as you got extremely loud. You felt the orgasm build and build. You were clenching around him and squeezing him tight.
“So good.” He groaned and you felt him twitch.
He was panting like a dog and his hands were squeezing your hips. Both of you were close.
“Peter I’m gonna cum.” You whined and you felt him nod against your tits.
“Me too baby, don’t stop.” He whimpered and you felt your thighs burn and shake as your rode him until the coil snapped and your orgasm took over your body.
It was better than the first one. You chuckled and moaned as your hips stuttered. Peter groaned as he filled you up, moving to hug you tight. Your orgasm subsided and you pulled back some. Peter looked so fucked out, hair sweaty and eyes clouded with lust.
“That was amazing.” You breathed out and he nodded, pulling you in for a kiss.
“Peter.” You mumbled against his lips, causing him to pull away.
“What did you need my help with?” You asked as this originally was because he texted you that he needed your help.
“Later.” He mumbled and stood up with you in his arms.
You laughed and wrapped your legs and arms around him as he took you to the showers.
Description: You’re Spiderwoman and your biggest fan is Peter Parker who you don’t know until he sits outside your apartment building.
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, sex in an alley, public sex, jerking off, panty sniffing, switch! reader and Peter, oral sex (both receiving), hand job, fingering, Peter imagines you riding face but it doesn’t actually happen, stalker Peter, he’s kinda creepy in this.
Word Count:6.4k
Author’s note: loosely based on this post but I changed a few things https://www.tumblr.com/dearlyhyeon/824106534542950400?source=share Would love to write other scenarios with Spidey reader and biggest fan Peter
You saw him each night that you were on the streets fighting crime and doing the neighborhood good, being the friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman. You weren’t sure who he was or what he even looked like but he wore a Spiderwoman hoodie with the hood up. He managed to be at the scene each time, watching you kick ass.
He was your biggest fan, took the time to watch your moves and take photos that you hadn’t seen in the newspaper yet. He took those pictures for his own pleasure, took them because you looked good and were doing good for the city that he called home. One photo though was his favorite and it was one that he had printed and on his wall like a poster.
He had managed to get so close to you that he got a photo of you with your mask off while it was raining. Your hair was wet and your face was soaked, you looked beautiful. The photo was very dear to him as you were and he would cherish it forever. You weren’t aware of the photo that he had taken of your face but you knew that he had photos of you fighting.
He never followed you home or said anything to you. Others would call him a creep but you thought of him as your biggest fan. He did follow you home though, he had planned to for months but he didn’t want to get caught so he waited. You lived near him in an apartment building like an average person.
It was nothing fancy but you didn’t want fancy, just something to get you by. Peter watched as you swung into your open window, it was on the top floor of the building which made him groan. He needed to find a way up there. He needed to see what your apartment looked like, what you wore outside of the suit.
He now knows what you look like so that should be simple. Peter was about to graduate from college and took his studies serious, you and school. He studied at the coffee shop but decided that he would do it near your apartment building just so he could see you in your everyday life. There was a bench right outside the building.
He took the opportunity to study there every chance he got. He would get so focused on his studies that someone living the building would make him jump and look at who it is and he would get bummed out when it wasn’t you. You tend to stay inside during the day or you would have food delivered to you and he would just miss you.
He would think about you in class, sketch your mask and design when he was bored. Ned, his best friend would shake his head and call him obsessed, not knowing the extent of what Peter does. Peter barely talked about you to his friend, who had no idea that you were the reason that MJ left him.
Youn had no idea that Peter was that obsessed with you or who he was. You were 27 years old while he was 22, just about to graduate from college. He didn’t think the 5-year age gap mattered, and he didn’t think that you would care. He didn’t know you personally yet, but it was on his to-do list, hell you were on the list.
So the day that you ended up leaving your apartment at the right time, where Peter was there on the bench, you saw him and you didn’t recognize him and as far as you knew nobody new moved in the building.
“You new here?” Your voice broke him out of his studies.
He turned to look at you, glasses a little crooked. He fixed them with shaky hands and you chuckled, he was cute.
“Uh.” He couldn't think.
You were right there, talking to him, without him having to make the first move.
“I just haven’t seen you around here and I thought maybe you had moved in.” You said and he shook his head, a small smile on his face as he thought of what to say.
“I just come here sometimes to study. I live in the apartments over there.” He pointed and you nodded.
“And there isn’t a bench over there.” You joked and he laughed, “Not a nice one like this anyways.” He said but he didn’t care for the bench, he cared about you, meeting you and talking to you.
Which was his wish come true right now.
“Yeah everyone loves this bench.” You took a sit next to him and he tensed up.
“What’s your name, bench boy?” You asked and he blushed.
He told his name and you hummed.
“Fits you.” You say and told him your name.
You use your real name because you know that nobody besides other heroes know of your secret. Though the guy that you sat next to knew your secret and now your name.
“That name fits you too.” He stuttered out and you chuckled.
He was cute and you wished that you could stay and talk to him but you needed to go grocery shopping. He watched as you walked away with a smile, he had you right where he wanted you.
You put on your suit and sighed, grabbing your mask. You looked in the mirror as you slid it on. You slid out your window leaving it open for you to crawl back into and went about your business. Peter should be asleep but he knew that you would be out tonight. He tugged the hood on of his black hoodie with the Spiderwoman symbol on it.
He grabbed his camera that he had been working on to get more pictures from a further away location. He left his apartment building and used the tracker app that he created. You were near the bank that had been closed for hours at this point. There must have been a robbery.
Peter was very surprised when he set up his camera and zoomed in to see you on the building eating, not fighting. Maybe he had missed it but you were eating what appeared to be dinner. Your business for tonight was eating and watching the streets in case of an emergency. The past few nights had been calm and that worried you, so you waited for something to happen.
There was no way that there wasn’t going to be anymore breakouts of violence and crime. Peter just watched you through the lens, not paying attention to anything but you. He snapped a few photos and heard something behind him. He turned to look and the person had knocked him down and took the camera, running down the street.
“Fuck.” He mumbled as he got up.
You heard something and used your senses, putting your mask back on and getting off the building. Some guy had a camera that looked very expensive and was running with it like it wasn’t his. You sighed and started running as well, chasing him. You started swinging with your webs until you got close enough to use them.
Peter wished that he had his camera or anything that could help him as he ran to where you were heading. You were going to get his camera and save him but he stopped running when he realized that you were going to demand his identity and that you would know that he was your stalker.
“I’ll take that.” You said as you got the camera.
The guy looked at you with wide eyes and you laughed.
“Next time don’t take things that don’t belong to you.” You say and web him in the alley that you had chased him down.
Peter was quick to get home so you wouldn’t find out. He ran in the other direction, hoping that he was fast enough. He was freaking out. He needed his camera back but he couldn’t let you know that he was your stalker. He had to find a way into your apartment to retrieve it.
You got into your window and closed it as you set down the camera. You knew that it was your biggest fans’ camera and you weren’t surprised that he ran away before you could give it back to him. It was also strange that he would just run away because now you had the camera and all the photos that he had taken on it.
You knew that all of them were going to be of you and you fighting. You took off the mask and placed it on the table by your bed. You sat down on the bed, still in your suit as you took off your gloves before picking up the camera. You never minded the person that followed you to crimes and took your photo, they were harmless.
Just a big fan that adored you probably but you had no idea of the extent of it. The photos were of you fighting crime, like you expected. Whoever the person was they were very good at taking photos and you admired the work until you nearly dropped the camera. One of the photos made your heart stop and gasp into the quiet room.
“What the fuck?” The photo was of you, your face.
He knew what you looked like without the mask. He knew your identity. The photo was one of many that exposed you. Like tonight the most recent photos of you eating with your mask off. You hadn’t realized that he was there, or near you at all. Your heart was racing and your breath hitched.
The person knew you were Spiderwoman, what else did they know? You set the camera on the desk with shaking hands and you took a deep breath. The first maskless picture of you was taken awhile ago and it hadn’t been posted anywhere. He was the only one that knew of your identity. You needed to find out who this person was and what they wanted.
Peter couldn’t sleep that night at all. You had to have went through the camera and saw the photos. He knew that if you looked through all of them that he knew what your face looked like. It had his heart racing and he was worried. He needed his camera back but he wasn’t sure how to get it back without doing something he’s not sure that he’s ready for.
Breaking into your apartment. He had never done something that extreme before but it wasn’t something that he was just doing for the camera, he wanted to see it because it’s your apartment, a piece of you and what you were like. So he studied on that bench, waiting for you to leave.
He didn’t come out at night when you fought crime, why would he without the camera to really see you? He wasn’t going to do with you fighting crime even though he could just use the app to see where you were heading. He was going to do it when you were out as an everyday civilian.
Days went by and you hadn’t left when he was there. You were trying to catch whoever your stalker was, so you waited for nighttime to come and to put your suit on. Peter hated that but it made sense so he waited until you decided to leave during the day, when he was sitting there on that bench.
“Bench boy?” He turned to the sound of your lovely voice, using that nickname that he had grown to love.
“Y/N?” He asked and you chuckled, sitting next to him.
“How are your studies going?” You asked him, seeing that he was on his laptop.
“Alright. Just 3 more months and I'm done.” You smiled at him, he was about to graduate.
“That’s awesome.” You say and check your phone.
You seemed tense and he knew why but he still didn’t want to pry.
“Well I’m gonna get going. You have fun studying.” You tease him with a wink and he adjusted his glasses with a blush creeping up his cheeks.
He watched you walk away until you weren’t in sight anymore. He quickly shut his laptop and moved to the side of the building. Your window was opened; it was a bad habit you had now thanks to being Spiderwoman. He wasn’t sure how’d he get up there. He knew how you get up there but he didn’t have that luxury.
He stared at the window for a good 5 minutes deciding and what to do when he decided that someone would eventually leave the apartment building and he would get in.
Peter had no idea what apartment number yours was, all he knew was that it was on the top floor.
“That won’t work.” He mumbled, thinking about knocking on the doors to see.
He needed to use the window. He looked around for anything that could help him when he saw a ladder that belonged to the company next door. He stared at it for a few minutes before shrugging and going over to grab it. He had hoped that nobody came out and saw him climbing it to your open window.
He groaned as he moved the ladder under your window and made sure it was steady before climbing it. He tried not to think about the fact that he was on a ladder going to your apartment. He tried not to look down, but he tried to hurry. He was breathing quicker and his heartbeat was loud as he made it to the top.
There it was, your room. He stared inside the window at the bed that you slept in, the bed that you probably played with yourself in and the bed that smelled like you. He hated how hard his dick got at that and he wasn’t here to be a pervert right now. He was here to get his camera and flee.
He entered the room and the smell of the candle that you left burning on your dresser (another bad habit) filled the room. Your bed wasn’t made and the clothes from the night before were scattered on the floor. He saw his camera on your nightstand and walked over to the pile of clothes. His eyes lit up at the sight of your panties.
He picked them up and like a pervert he stuck his nose in them smelling your scent. It was dirty, so dirty of him and he did not intend to do this but here he was, sniffing your used panties and dick hardening. He needed to jerk off and he was sure that he had time. He laid on your bed that wasn’t made and took in your scent on the pillows and sheets.
He groaned and brought the panties up to his face, sniffing them again. He imagined that you were riding his face as he kept smelling your pussy. His other hand went inside his sweats and boxers to his hard, needy cock. He was already leaking pre cum, already so hard. He closed his eyes and took himself in his hand, running it along his dick, teasing himself.
He needed you, needed you so bad that he wished that you would catch him in the act and let him fuck you. He needed you to be just as turned on from this as he was. His hand moved, slowly up and down his length a few times, hips bucking. He needed more, he needed his hand to be yours.
He imagined your sweet voice in his ear, praising him as your soft hand jerked him off. It needed to be you teasing him with slow motions and pushing his hips back down on your bed as you continued your slow pace. He wanted to take his time with you, never rush. He imagined your sweet juicy pussy on his face, maybe after a night fighting crime as your hands gripped your headboard.
His tongue would lap up your clit and juices. His hand squeezed his tip a little at that thought, making him moan. Your hands would be in his hair pulling and yanking as he made out with your pussy. His hand sped up his movements at that thought, and it could be heard through the quiet room.
He was lowly moaning and groaning as he imagined you humping his face, whining into the night about how good he was. The praise you’d give him, making him hard instantly and humping the air. Your pleasure would come first, you would cum first and multiple times at that. He needed your thighs to squeeze his head and shake around it as your orgasm creeped up on you.
You would be begging and whining for more, telling him how perfect he was and how great he made you feel. His hands would have a bruising grip on your ass as you rode to completion. Your wetness drowning him but he would die a happy man. As your orgasm came you would shake and cry out, hands nearly breaking the headboard as your hips stuttered through your orgasm.
Peter gasped and opened his eyes as he came in his hand. His glasses were foggy and he pictured you talking him through it. He sighed as he removed his hand that was covered in his cum.
“Fuck.” He breathed out and used your panties to clean himself.
Unfortunately his boxers were sticky with his cum and he whimpered at that as he got off your bed. He sighed and walked over to his camera. He grabbed it and decided to leave through the door instead of the window. Which was a mistake in itself because he forgot about the ladder in his hazed mind that he used to get up to window as he began walking away with his camera in his hands.
You had gotten home an hour after Peter left your apartment. You were tired and needed a nap before going out tonight if there was any trouble. You walked into your bedroom and hadn’t noticed that camera was gone at first as you crashed on your bed. Your eyes were closed at first until you noticed how warm the bed was and you hadn’t been in it since this morning. Your brows creased in confusion and you opened your eyes.
“What the?” You gasped as you saw your panties on the bed but they were soaked in…”OH MY GOD.” You quickly got up and stepped away from your bed.
That’s when you looked at the nightstand and noticed the camera was gone.
“Shit.” You ran over to the window and looked down.
The ladder was still there, your stalker used a ladder to climb into your window to get his camera. How did he know that you were gone? He’s your stalker of course he knew that you were gone, your thoughts answered for you. But he also…you turned towards your bed that the cum filled panties were on.
“What the fuck?” You asked outloud and you grabbed them.
Your face scrunched up in disgust thinking that this was some kind of sick joke that your stalker was pulling on you. He jerked off in your bed and left the evidence. You took your panties to your dirty hamper and dropped them in there, going back to your bed. You were no longer ready to crash but ready to find out who exactly this person was.
You brought your pillow to your nose and smelled it, trying to pick up any scent that didn’t belong to you.
You put on your mask as you got ready for your mission tonight and it wasn’t one that involved fighting the criminals. You were going to find out who the hell owned that camera and who had the audacity to jerk off in your bed with your panties. You left your window opened again in case the stalker wanting to get back in, maybe you would catch them in the act.
Would they even be bold enough to come out tonight? Or would they wait? You swung into the night, trying to focus but you couldn’t let go of the fact that your stalker had made it to your room. You landed on a building that was quite common for you and you had a feeling that your stalker would be near.
You used your senses to look around and see if you possible could find them. You kept your mask on in case you saw a fight break out or something more important than why you were out tonight. Meanwhile Peter was walking with his hood on and the camera in his hand. He knew where you were at but refused to get too close for awhile.
He knew that you would notice the missing camera and the panties that he used. What he hadn’t expected was that he was your mission tonight and that you were trying to find him. He never cared that you knew of him but now he was scared that you might confront him after you save the city.
So he couldn’t see you until he looked into the camera that was zoomed in on you. You were looking at the city, trying to pin point where he would be but he had no idea about that. He thought that you were looking for crime or just chilling. The camera clicked as he took the picture and that was his second mistake of the day, first being leaving the ladder and the panties.
Your head snapped in the direction that you heard it and his eyes widened. You start swinging towards the noise and Peter took off with the camera, realizing that maybe you were waiting for him. He wasn’t ready for you to know, not yet. You could hear him running and you chuckled as you got closer.
He didn’t look back but he knew that you were there, knew that you wanted to confront him. He hid behind a dumpster and held his breath, hoping that you wouldn’t find him but he wasn’t so lucky. He gasped and covered his mouth as you landed on the closed dumpster. This was crazy, he thought.
You were right there, the closest you had ever been to him. He knew exactly where he was, his heartbeat that was racing a mile a minute gave that away. He knew that he couldn’t outrun you, there was no way so he closed his eyes and held his breath. You landed in front of him and he heard it, squeezing his eyes shut.
He was wearing the hoodie, your merch and holding onto the camera for dear life. You took off the mask, he already knew what you looked like.
“Look at me.” You demanded, voice dripped with anger and annoyance.
He whimpered like a scared child and looked up at you. He gasped seeing that you had removed the mask. Though he had a feeing that you looked through the camera and saw the photos, this confirmed it. He was in the perfect shadow that even though he looked at you, you couldn’t see his face.
“You got to see me without my permission; I think it’s only fair.” You said and crouched down to his level.
He was breathing hard, scared and a little turned on. This wasn’t supposed to happen just yet. You reached and grabbed the camera, causing him to flinch.
“You come into my room to take this back but that’s not all you did.” You said and looked at the most recent photo that was taken. You looked back up at him.
“Who are you?” You asked and got closer.
He was panting at this point, he was so nervous and scared. You reached forward for the hoodie and he nearly begged you not to do that. You pulled down the hoodie and your face fell at the sight. Messy brown hair and glasses, cute scared look in his eyes. The same guy that happened to be on the bench every day studying.
“Peter?” You breathed out and he winced at his own name.
He huffed and couldn’t believe that you were face to face with him like this.
“You’re my biggest fan?” You asked and you couldn’t believe it.
You thought back to the fact that you randomly started seeing him on the bench and he hadn’t lived there. He followed you home one night and decided to use his studies as a way to get close to you.
“You followed me home?” You asked and set the camera down
. You searched his face as he didn’t say anything. He didn’t look ashamed, maybe embarrassed that you caught him? He jerked off in your bed, cleaned himself with your panties. You were so lost and confused and he hadn’t said anything about it yet.
“I did.” He nodded and looked at the camera, “And I kept your true identity a secret from the world.” He said and looked back at you.
“You weren’t studying on the bench because it was nice.” You stated and he chuckled.
“No I wanted to see you, see you outside of this costume.” You looked down for a second.
You were never freaked out by him, and thought that was weird but finding out that he was a cute guy? Well maybe you were toxic.
“You left the ladder on purpose.” You stated but he shook his head, a mere observation that was false.
“No. But I couldn’t help myself in laying in your bed with your panties and getting off to the smell of you.” Oh you were wet at that.
You stared at him. for a minute after he said that and stood up, "Wait." He said and also stood up.
"Peter-”
“Please just one night.” He starts and walks closer.
“Please I’m your biggest fan.” You hadn’t had sex in years. and now you had a guy begging to fuck you.
"I've imagined every scenario, how I would get you off, how I would make you cum, please.” He was about to drop to his knees.
You didn’t let him though, instead you let the throbbing heat between your legs take over and you pulled him close. He gasped and you felt his hard dick through your guys’ clothes. You could smell him, all of him and hear his heartbeat. You leaned up and kissed him, making him moan. Finally, his brain thought as he felt your lips on his.
He kissed back and tugged you closer, feeling your body against his. Your gloved hands moved to his messy hair, deepening the kiss. He kissed you back harder and his hands moved to your ass. You gasped into the kiss at him squeezing you and he chuckled, shoving his tongue in your mouth.
You tasted amazing, better than he thought and your scent this close to him, made him dizzy. You were french kissing the man that stalked you for months in an alley behind a dumpster but that made it hotter for you. The suit felt hot, everything felt hot as he kissed you. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed him against the wall of some restaurant that you didn’t care about.
You kissed him again, hard, trying to take over. His hands never left your body, moving from your perfect ass to your lower back and all the way up to your hair. You always left your hair down (if it’s long enough) and you felt Peter weave his hands in it. Your hands moved from his hair and went down to the hoodie.
Him in this hoodie, the hoodie that had your symbol on it made you wetter. You pulled away from the kiss, both of your lips were red and swollen. You dropped to your knees, making eye contact and he swore he felt his heart stop. You were in your suit, mask somewhere and on your knees.
You undid his jeans and his hands were shaking, “Please.” He breathed out and his jaw dropped when you got his dick out of them.
“So big.” You whispered and he moaned out at the praise. It was real, this was real and it wasn’t a dream. You were on your knees about to suck his cock.
He couldn’t take it and he tensed up when your hand wrapped around his cock, “Fucking-” A moan left his lips and he bucked his hips making you giggle.
“This what you thought about when fucking yourself in my bed?” You asked and he nearly choked at the question.
“Please yes fuck yes just touch me.” He begged you and you started moving your hand.
You watched his face as you teased him, hand moving slowly.
“Nnng I need you to fuck.” He groaned and bucked his hips.
Your hand felt soft, like he imagined it to be and it was so warm and good as you dragged it down his cock and back up to the tip. He cried out as you jerked the tip a few times, his head falling back against the brick wall. His hands were in your hair still and each tug made you whimper.
“Please fuck. Best fucking hand ever.” He mumbled nonsense and you loved it.
You stared at his beautiful cock as you jerked him off, seeing him twitch. He was panting and whining softly, eyes closed. You replaced your hand with your mouth and his body jerked. His eyes opened wide and his glasses were foggy.
“Shit.” It was sharp and loud but you hummed against him.
He tasted amazing. Your mouth on him was everything and more. You were bobbing your head and his hands were pulling at your hair.
“Fucking beautiful mouth.” He groaned and he couldn’t think straight.
Your tongue swirled the tip and he couldn’t help but move his hips. He whimpered and mumbled nonsense about how amazing you were and this was better than he had imagined. You felt those words in her pussy and you needed release soon. Peter tried to hold off from cumming too soon but you kept your mouth on him until he was cumming down your throat.
“Oh I’m cumming, yes shit.” He moaned like a whore as you helped him ride out his high.
You removed your mouth from him with a pop and wiped it with the back of your hand. Peter looked down at with a drunk smile. You reached up to remove his glasses and set them down before standing up. You kissed him again, letting him taste himself on your tongue.
“I need you to fuck me Peter.” You breathed against his mouth.
“I need to taste you first.” He says and you pulled away, taking off your suit.
You’re glad that it’s late and the universe was good to you tonight because this was risky. Peter stared at your perfect body once the suit was off. You wore a bra and a thong that didn’t match but to be fair you weren’t expecting this. He quickly pinned you in his place and started kissing you hard.
You kissed back and cupped his face as his hands moved to your tits. You moaned into the kiss as he played with them, tweaking the nipple and massaging them. He moved to undo your bra and you stopped him, pulling away from the heated kiss that was making you dizzy.
“Another time.” You pushed his hand down to your thong that was soaked.
“Fuck you’re wet.” He said against your lips.
“All for you.” You breathed out as you felt his hand touch you down there.
Your words made him hard again. Another time? You’re all wet for him? He must be dreaming but here you were looking at him with need and swollen lips from his kiss. Pussy wet just for him and your hips bucked against his hand, telling him that you needed more. He dropped to his knees and looked at your wetness.
You were wet, so wet that your thong was clinging to you. Peter wasted no time in tugging the thong down your legs, hearing the gasp leaving you as you were now exposed. Peter leaned in and sniffed you like he did with your panties. You moaned and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face in your pussy.
He heard you moan out into the night and he only wished that he could see your eyes roll back as your head hit the brick wall. He hummed as he tasted you on his tongue and he loved it. You tasted so good, better than he imagined. Better than anything he’s ever tasted before. You felt his tongue and lips move against you.
He was moving his head and his eyes were closed as he focused on your pleasure. You were trying to keep your noises down but he was eating at you like a mad man. He lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and you sighed as you felt a finger trace your hole. You were drippy wet, the wetness was dripping down his mouth and your thighs.
“Peter.” His name made him move faster, entering a finger inside.
You moaning his name was everything to him, made him a man. His finger worked your tight gummy walls as you tried so hard not to scream. Everything, every sense was full of pleasure as Peter made out with your pussy. He was groaning like a wild animal against you as you started to hump his face. You were panting and squeezing his finger that was dripping wet. Your hands tugged at his brown locks, crying out for him as you got closer.
“Peter I’m gonna cum.” You sobbed and he was a man on a mission to feel you cum all over his face and around his finger.
You gasped loudly, biting your lip so hard it could bleed as you came so hard you saw stars. Your thighs shook like crazy as you came and Peter moaned loudly letting your juices drown him. You rode out the blissful waves of pleasure and Peter let you use him, his face and finger to feel good. He could die like this and be happy.
He pulled away and looked dirty with your wetness but it was the hottest thing you think you’ve ever seen. You were panting and shaking and that made him proud. The fact that he did that to you. He stood up and looked at you. Your eyes hooded and dazed with pleasure. Your face flushed and you were staring at him. He cupped your face and you fell into it.
“Peter that was amazing.” You praised him and he needed to show you that he could fuck you good as well.
“Let me show you something better.” He whispered against your lips as he tugged down his jeans and boxers.
You closed your eyes as you felt him lift you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his bare cock hit you.
“Peter please.” Your voice was broken with need and he would forever replay that sound in his head.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment, played it out in my head several times.” He told you as he rubbed his cock against your wetness.
“Show me please Peter.” You begged and you felt him right at your entrance.
You were ready to beg, tell him that you needed this. But he wasn’t going to tease you, he’s needed this for a long time. He entered you and nearly came again. Both of you made a noise of pleasure. You were warm and tight, squeezing him for dear life like you had his finger.
He groaned, “You’re squeezing me like you don’t plan to let me go.” He groans and you squeeze him purposely, “What if I don’t?” You teased and that was all it took for him to start thrusting.
He gasped, each thrust you were gripping him tight and it felt too good. You were gasping for air at his thrusts. Each one taking your breath away. You felt him in your gut and it was making you hold onto him for dear life. You were the one with powers and yet it seemed that he was more powerful.
“Waited forever for this.” He groans in your ear as you hug him close. His hands moved to your ass, cupping it and pulling you closer.
“Peter.” His name echoed in his brain.
Hearing you moan it over and over again made him thrust harder. He was so close already. He couldn’t help it. You were letting him fuck you, he got to taste your pussy and drown in it as you moaned his name. Just the thought alone could make him cum but the way that you’re squeezing him so tight.
He couldn’t help but lose his steady rhythm and whimper as his hips stutter, “I’m cumming fuck.” He cried out in your ear and you felt it.
Felt him twitch, felt him cum inside of you.
“You feel so good.” You slurred as you started thrusting with him, milking him for every drop as your high approached.
Peter didn’t leave you but whined as the sensitivity hit him hard. He felt you clench and pulse as your breathing turned to pants as you get closer.
“Cum for me baby I need you to cum.” He begs and you nod hard.
Your thrust turned weak and you gasped loudly cumming all over his dick.
“Shit.” He groaned as he felt it and it was perfect.
Your sweaty bodies clung to each other in the dark alley. The smell of sex lingered to you as you refused to let him go. You hum and kiss his neck, snuggling into it. Peter was happy, the happiest he could ever be and he was so thankful that you let him do this.
“We have to get dressed.” You say as you you get down and he pulls away.
Before you get dressed he pulls you in for a kiss. You kissed him back and sighed, he was your biggest fan and now hopefully your boyfriend but that was a conversation for a different day.
18+! boot riding & licking, mentions of blood, afab anatomy for reader
The leather is warm from wear, the dark material rough against your sensitive skin. The top of his boot is already shiny with your slick, residual grime and your juices mixing into something filthy, the sight nearly sinful. There are still visible red specs on the soles, streaks of the blood of someone unfortunate enough to get in his way tonight. It doesn't disgust you nearly as much as it should.
You're thrusting back and forth desperately, clit catching just the right angle with every rocking motion forward. There's enough wetness on the leather that it's making every grind squelch, the sound loud and echoing in your ears in the otherwise quiet room. You can feel how slippery the material has become; it makes your whole body feel like you're on fire. Dex is completely silent above you, only his deep, carefully measured breaths audible besides your pleading noises. His intense gaze is locked onto your face as you ride his boot, a mean little smirk stretched across his mouth. If you concentrate long enough you can see the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, undeniably affected by this just as much as you are.
Still, he has all the control.
"Please!" a high-pitched plea escapes you, rhythm stuttering for a moment. You're already so close; it didn't take much to get you needy and squirming to come. A single glance at him stepping through the door, all covered up in his suit, loaded with weapons and stains of dark blood still drying on him was enough to make you get on your knees in barely contained desperation. He's almost terrifying like this, all lethal precision applied to such an intimate setting, and it makes the burning coil in your stomach stronger. He pretends to consider your begging for a moment, head tilting to the side in a condescending manner, then he finally nudges his boot against your core, signalling you to continue. Your hips pick up right where you left off at his permission, pace frantic and uncoordinated, the only thought left in your head coming all over his leg. It only takes a few more well-aimed thrusts after that and your body is locking up, muscles contracting and shaking with the force of your orgasm.
When your breathing settles into something more regular along with the beating of your heart, you lift your hips from where they've stopped moving against him. The sight left under you makes a broken whimper escape your throat. The black leather is glossy from your release, material glistening almost obscenely even in the low lighting of the room. When you manage to look up at Dex, his dark gaze is still fixed on your face, a single eyebrow cocked not in question, but rather as a command. With a body that's still trembling from the aftershocks, you lean down and tentatively lick along the wetness on his boot, trying to preserve at least some of your dignity. Your resistance doesn't last long: in seconds, you are moaning loudly around the bitter taste, tongue lapping enthusiastically to catch every drop. It's a heady mix, the tangy flavour of blood, the bitter leather and your much sweeter cum; it makes your head feel fuzzy all over again.
Once you're done thoroughly cleaning up your mess, the only smudge left on his shoe is your spit. You sit back down on the floor, shifting uncomfortably against the cold surface, head lifting to hazily blink up at him again. He is looking back at you with pure hunger, smirk still on his face and not any less mean than before.
"On the bed."
The low, commanding tone of his voice — the first thing he's said to you since coming home — has you immediately scrambling up on unsteady legs, hastily tumbling towards your bed. The shiver that runs across your back from feeling his gaze on you is enough to make you force your weak limbs to cooperate faster. The sound of his heavy belt clicking open has your pussy clenching, a fresh wave of slick already trying to drip down your thighs. As you hear him move towards you, deliberately making his footsteps louder to watch you shudder in anticipation, you know how the night is going to end: with you drained dry and head entirely empty, his name the only thing you can still remember.
Description: You have spider senses like Peter and go through the same thing Peter does except you get really horny.
Warning: Smut, thigh riding, dirty talking, multiple orgasms, dry humping, sex in Frank’s van, you’re very needy
Word Count:1.3k
Everything was changing; everything was heightened. You can hear every noise like it’s right by your ear. You can smell things like your nose was shoved in it. Like Frank for example, you can smell him, all of him from a mile away. His scent was overwhelming your nose. You loved it though, it made you so horny.
But you were more needy than normal. Frank could tell something was up with you, the second night you woke him up because you were needy.
“Never take care of yourself. Even if I'm asleep, wake me up to help you.” Frank would say, so that’s what you did.
Your lips started kissing his exposed neck, his scent filling your nose. You moan against his neck at that alone which caused him to wake up. Your hips were moving against the air as you marked him. You felt Frank’s hands pull your hips against his muscular thigh.
“Atta girl, use me.” He said, voice rough with sleep.
His thigh felt amazing. Your hips moved with need as your panties stuck to your wet cunt. Your lips were against his neck, your moans and cries muffled. His hands guided you, gripping your hips as you moved.
“I can hear the wetness baby.” He hums and so could you, it was so loud and the pleasure was to intense.
Your arms were hugging him tight, hands digging into his bare back. “Frank.” You whined and he chuckled, his hands moving to cup your ass.
“You’re soaked.” He whispered and all you did was whimper.
Your hips were rocking so hard and you were shaking. Frank moved onto his back, you now straddling his thigh as your hips moved fast. You were panting like a dog and he flexed his muscle causing you to whimper his name.
“So needy.” He slapped your ass and that made you gush.
He chuckled, feeling it. You were sobbing as your orgasm was building. Frank’s fingers dug into your ass as your thighs shook. Your jaw dropped, moans loud and needy. Your thrusts were long and dragged, ass clenching.
“I can feel you baby, your clit pulsing, your breathing, you’re close.” He said and helped you ride his thigh.
He talked you through it and helped you ride out your orgasm. It was so overwhelming good that you could pass out.
“Yes yes yes.” You cried as the waves of your orgasm hit you.
Frank had never seen something so beautiful. You were sweaty and your skin glistened with it but you wanted, no need more. Your hips moved again building up speed. Your panties were filled with your cum and Frank’s thigh was soaked but that only egged you on. Frank was amused by your need and he let you cum over and over until you had to remove your wet panties.
You threw them somewhere in the room, not caring about them. He held his breath as you straddled his thigh, bare pussy touching it. You were four orgasms in and still needy, still whining like a bitch in heat as your bare cunt grinded against his thigh. The puddle of your cum that soaked through your panties onto his thigh was getting bigger, the sound filling the room as you humped.
“What’s with you?” Frank teased you, moving his thumb to your clit, letting you hump against it.
You were so needy and whiney as you came again, eyes rolling back as you came again. The orgasm shook your body hard. You came until you passed out against him, hair wet with sweat but Frank had no complaints.
Frank had a job to do and you came along to help though you were still getting used to your senses being heightened and Frank looked so good in his punisher uniform. You were damn near drooling at the thought of riding him in it. He was driving, not paying attention as your shuffled in your seat.
You needed him so badly that it ached. You were wet again and you wondered how tired Frank was from the past few nights of you being needy and waking him up for your pleasure.
“You okay?” He asked as he looked over at you, concern laced his voice as his expression.
You moaned without meaning to and his eyes widened.
“Baby you’ve been so horny recently.” He commented on your needs.
He was enjoying it but it was still weird.
“Maybe you should call Peter he has the same powers, maybe it’s something with that.” His voice was soft and fuck did it turn you on.
His voice was sexy and it went straight to your pussy anytime you heard it.
“I need you Frank.” You whimpered and squeezed your thighs together.
His lips parted but he wasn’t going to say No. So he pulled over the truck and you were on him quickly, lips on his trying to swallow him. Your body was shaking and you humped in his lap.
“Smell so good, taste so good.” You mumbled against his lips.
He tilted his head and watched your expression as you humped him. Your pussy was wet through your suit and you felt his hard dick.
“Need you Frank.” He couldn’t say no and he got himself free of his pants and watched your eyes rolled as your pussy took him in.
You were wet, tight and warm. You were squeezing him like you weren’t going to let him go. He gripped your hips as you moved them, not needing anytime to adjust. Your juices leaked all over him.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked.” He groaned and you whimpered, gripping his shoulders as you thrusted.
The sound filled the van as you rode him, wet sounds filling both of your ears. You were on a mission and that mission was to cum on your boyfriend’s dick until you physically couldn’t.
“Frank.” You cried and he kissed you.
His smell filled your senses again and it made you cum.
“Shit.” Frank’s broken voice was sharp as he felt you pulse and squeeze him until you came.
Your hips stuttered, and the waves hit you hard, knocking the air right out of your lungs. But even after you came you didn’t stop. You were milking Frank dry and you weren’t even done then.
“Hello?” Peter’s voice filled Frank’s ear as he answered the phone.
“Peter yeah I need to ask you somethin’.” Frank sounded concerned and that made Peter stop what he was doing.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah uh it’s just Y/N. She’s been different lately and I think it’s her spider senses.” Frank voiced his concerned with Peter who nodded.
“Okay how do you mean different?” He asked, walking over to his computer, ready to research whatever it was if he didn’t know it.
“She uh well she’s been very amped up you know? All night, all day.” At first Peter was very confused on what Frank meant.
“It’s fun sure but it’s a lot and I’m not sure if spiders have heats-” Peter started laughing, making Frank stop talking.
“What the fuck is so funny?” He asked Peter.
Peter shook his head and tried to stop laughing but he figured out what Frank was talking about.
“I’m sorry man but you mean sex? Like she’sbeen horny?” Peter chuckled and Frank groaned.
“It’s more than that. Ya know what No I’m not telling you about my sex life.” That made Peter giggle.
“Just tell me if that’s part of what you guys go through.” Frank had his head in his hands.
“Are you asking if I get really horny?” Peter joked and he heard Frank cuss.
“Sorry. Her senses are heightened and that includes everything. Smells, tastes, feelings. Once she learns control of it, it shouldn’t be as bad.” Peter explained what he went through and that she just needs to learn to control it but he found it so funny that Frank called him about sex.
Description: You go to Frank’s house to kill him after he nearly killed Peter but things don’t go as planned.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (Fem receiving), handjob, unprotected sex, riding, marking, age gap (not specified), praise kink, pain kink, dirty talking
Word Count:2,884
The first time you had met Frank it was after he had nearly killed your brother, who was Spiderman, and you went to the place that he called home with a gun, ready to kill the man. Frank was prepared for anything, with traps and weapons that would kill. But you were also smart and prepared for anything. Frank had walked outside and saw you there with a gun and the look on your face, well he could tell that you were mad.
“Are you Frank Castle?” You asked, and he gave you a smart remark, one that made your blood boil.
“This is for nearly killing Peter.” You said and started shooting at him without a care in the world.
He started shooting back and let’s just say that you both came prepared.
“Smart girl.” Frank yelled out to you as he hid behind something while you were doing the same.
You didn’t find that funny or cute, you were here to kill the guy that almost killed your brother.
“Does he know you’re here?” Frank called out but if Peter did he’d be here trying to stop this.
You ignored him and tried to get a good shot at the man.
“You know I felt fucking awful for that. I cried, the kid saw me cry. I was trying to shoot Jean and he got in the way to protect her. He’s a good kid.” He told you and you lowered your gun.
You listened to him talk about Peter like he knew your brother but in reality, he didn’t even know what he looked like until the hospital.
You scoffed and lifted your gun again, “Maybe you shouldn’t go around killing people, Punisher.” You emphasized the Punisher.
You shot at him again and he ducked back down, letting out a laugh.
“And what are you doing right now?” He asked, calling you out.
“You’d be the first guy that I have ever killed.” You tell him and step out from where you hiding to move closer.
You see his shoulder from where he’shiding from above and you take your shot.
Peter wasn’t happy with you but you didn’t care. You only cared about your brother’s safety. “He didn’t mean to do it.” Peter said to you after you called him. You had shot Frank in the shoulder and he called your brother.
“He still did it.” You rolled your eyes and looked at the man that was patching himself up.
“But I'm okay and I'm sure if I weren’t he’d let you kill him.”
“Should’ve anyways.” You guys were bickering in this man’s home and he just laughed, making you guys stop.
You both turned to look at him, “You got a tough sister.” He said to Peter.
You laughed sarcastically, “Aw you think I'm tough?” You asked and went to grab the gun, “I’ll show you tough.” But Peter used his webs to grab the gun from you.
“No.” He said but Frank found all of this amusing.
“I’d let you.” Frank said and got up.
He was shirtless and you tried not to stare.
“Didn’t seem like it earlier.” You said and Peter glared at you.
“To be fair you just came to my home shooting at me.” He said as he walked by you.
“Listen I appreciate the gesture, but Frank is my friend.” Your brother said to you and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah well he’s not mine.” You said and walked away.
Peter tried so hard to reassure you that Frank wasn’t a bad guy and that he’s just been through a lot. You didn’t care what he had been through; he shot your brother. Frank had interest in you ever since that day. He liked that you cared for your brother and was willing to do anything to keep him safe.
Oh, he also thought you were hot. He learned a lot about you from Peter the day after you had shot him in the shoulder and Peter came to apologize to him.
“She loves you.” Frank told him and Peter knew that.
“She’s a badass. Should be fighting out there with you.” Peter chuckled and sure you were a badass, you had to be.
After losing Aunt May, you stepped up to protect Peter and you weren’t gonna let anything happen to him without consequence. But Peter somehow convinced you to apologize to Frank (you didn’t mean it) and here you were outside his house.
“Here to shoot me?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.
“Peter thought it would be best if I apologize to you.” You mumbled and he laughed.
“You don’t mean it though, right?” He asked and you shook your head.
“Not one bit.”
He set the bowl of chili in front of you and you stared at it.
“Don’t worry I didn’t poison it.” He said and you huffed.
“Peter said not to eat your chili.” You looked at him from where he sat across the table.
“He’s a little shit. It’s some good chili.” He said and started eating it.
You shrugged and took a bite, being the judge of that for yourself. You and Frank barely spoke as you ate, the silence was actually comforting.
“How’s your shoulder?” You broke the silence and he looked at you.
“Peter curious about that too?” You rolled your eyes at him, “I am Jackass, I need to know if I hit the right spot.”
That made him laugh and he shook his head.
“You’re funny.”
“Yeah for a guy that got shot in the shoulder by me you seem awfully fond of me.” You said as you finished the chili.
“So what if I was?” You looked over at him, squinting you eyes.
“Then you have major issues.” You say.
“I already do. You shooting me in the shoulder is the sanest thing that’s happened to me that would give me issues.” He told you and you looked away from him.
“I respect that you would kill me for Peter, for what I did to him because you know what? I wanted to do it myself after I realized what I had done. Sitting in the hospital with him, even knowing that he was going to be okay didn’t take any of that away.” You looked back at him and he was looking right at you.
“I know I have major issues. You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve had issues long before Peter or you. So if me wanting to bed you for shooting me like a badass makes me crazy, so be it.” Your lips parted at his confession.
He wanted to sleep with you despite you wanting, trying to kill him.
“Never had a guy want me after I hurt them.”
“Well baby you’ve met your match.”
“But you know what I see when I look at you? I see a sexy and a beautiful woman that’s a protector. A woman who came here to kill me, knowing who I was and didn’t care all for her brother. So yeah that makes me want to bed ya, scratch that date ya.” You felt warm and you knew that your cheeks flushed.
“Peter probably wouldn’t approve of this-”
“Fuck what Peter thinks. You really care what he thinks? You didn’t care what he would think about you coming over here to kill me.” You cracked your neck, he was right.
You didn’t care what Peter thought of your actions. That’s why you wanted to kill Frank because you didn’t care what Peter would have thought about it. But now you’re not too sure that killing Frank is a good option. You hated to admit that his words made you hot and your thighs clench. He could tell that you were affected by his words but you weren’t sure what to do.
“The last thing that I expected out of this was you wanting me.” You told him with a laugh, a laugh that told him this was ridiculous.
“I didn’t expect Peter to have a badass sister.” You stood up with the bowl that was empty and walked to his sink, setting the bowl down.
You heard Frank get up and once you turned he was right there, trapping you between him and the sink. You looked up at him, anything but fear and anger in your eyes. He was so close to you and yet you didn’t feel the need to push him away or hurt him. Youbreathing picked up and his hand moved to cup your face.
“I think we have a lot in common.” He whispered, moving his thumb to run down your lips.
You were eager at this point, you needed him. Your lips moved up to capture his and the world stopped.
Your hands moved to his chest and the voice in your head screamed, “Fuck what Peter would say about this.”
Frank pulled your body closer to his, deepening the kiss. It was magically. Your hands moved to cup his face and you felt the heat between your legs. You moved one of his hands down your body. He cupped one of your tits through your sweater, causing you to gasp into the kiss.
Frank took this opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, tasting you. You pushed his hand down to your leggings and had him cup your mound.
“Fuck.” He breathed into the kiss as he could tell how wet you were through the thin leggings.
You pulled away from the kiss and pulled your leggings down revealing the black lace thong that was covered in your juices. Your eyes never left his as he sunk to his knees, ready to worship you. He helped you remove the leggings and throw them behind him. You shivered as you felt his warm hand move up your leg and thigh, right where you needed him.
He broke eye contact with you and looked at your soaked panties. He pulled them down and stared at the wetness between your legs. He looked back up at you as he threw the panties behind him. You were breathing hard and your eyes were wide with lust. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder and you gripped the counter.
He didn’t waste time as you leaned forward and licked your juices. Your jaw dropped and your eyes shut, feeling his tongue licking your clit. He tasted your juices and hummed, lovinghow you tasted. His eyes shut as his lips wrapped around your clit. You felt his tongue move over your clit and you let a moan fall from your lips.
It was music to his ears and he needed the full song. He sucked your clit and kept a grip on your thigh that was over his shoulder. You were moaning softly, broken words of praise to the man below you. He moved to circle your hole with his tongue, his nose was right against your clit.
You just knew that his nose would feel amazing. Your hands moved down to his head and started humping the best that you could. Your moans were louder and you somehow got wetter. He let you hump his nose until you were sobbing and your legs were shaking. He tried to keep you steady but you didn’t care, you just wanted to cum.
Frank took this opportunity to enter his tongue in your hole. “Holy shit.” You laughed out and kept fucking his nose.
This was the best that you had ever felt and you let him know that. He wished that he could see your expression right now but being buried in your pussy was better. The wet sounds each time you humped filled the air. Your loud moans and sobs were louder and your clit pulsed as you got closer.
“Frank.” It was a broken whine, telling him that you were close.
That only made him move his nose and tongue faster to help you.
“Frank baby I’m cumming.” You cried as your orgasm crashed over you.
Your thighs and legs shook as your hips stuttered as you came. Your juices drenching his nose and mouth and he would die a happy man. He pulled away from you and you looked down, gasping at how dirty he looked. You pulled him up to kiss you, tasting your cum against his lips.
“Let me take you to bed.” He said against your lips and you nodded like crazy.
Your sweater and bra were in the hall, taken off on the way to the bedroom. Frank’s shirt was gone and he was taking off his jeans while you kissed you. You were laying on his bed, underneath him as your hands eagerly helped him remove his clothes. He threw his pants and boxers in the room somewhere as you took him in your hand.
He was big, which you expected from a man like him. You hissed into the kiss, loving how soft your hand was. His hands that were by your head, gripped the sheets hard.
“Fuck.” He groaned and you bit his bottom lip, playfully as you sped your movements up.
“I need to cum inside of you.” He tells you and you nod.
You managed to push him onto his back and straddle him. He stared up at you in awe as you took his cock in your hand. You were so turned on again, needing to feel him inside of you. He had his hands on your hips to guide you as you sunk down on his dick with a moan. He bit his lip, feeling how tight you were.
You were so warm and he could feel your wetness leak down his dick. You placed your hands on his chest and leaned down, kissing him. He kissed back and you started moving your hips. You gasped into the kiss, feeling him with each thrust. He was big, stretched you out deliciously.
You couldn’t believe that this was the man you originally wanted dead. You sat up and moved your hips faster, feeling his hands move to your ass. He gripped it and you moaned his name.
“Atta girl, take this dick, honey it’s yours.” He praised and slapped you ass.
You felt in your pussy, the slap making it feel better. You started bouncing on him with need. His bed creaking and groaning and you guys didn’t care about the bed frame banging against the wall. Your nails dug into his chest and he moaned out, the pain making him hornier.
Your thighs were hurting and you felt tired, but you were a woman on a mission and that mission was a mind-numbing orgasm. Your orgasm was building up and you could feel it start in your tummy.
“Frank, I’m gonna-” but you nearly screamed as came.
Your body shook and jolted, hips stuttering as you leaned forward, nearly falling on his chest as you came. Frank talked you through it, calling you a good girl and helping you move. He flipped you over and took over, his hips moving fast as he twitched inside of you. You were whining and moaning from oversensitivity but you didn’t want him to stop.
“You feel so good, squeezing me just right.” He told you and watched your eyes rolled as you clawed at his back.
He leaned down, moaning in your ear as he came. You felt it and felt the way his body dropped to yours as he rode out his high. You hugged him close to you as you both came down from your highs. You were both sweaty and marked up. You couldn’t feel your legs but you didn’t care.
“Best sex ever.” You breathed out and he chuckled against your neck, humming in agreement.
Peter hadn’t heard from you since yesterday and you weren’t at your house. It worried him some, but he knew that you could protect yourself. He went to Frank’s and the last thing he expected was you tripping over yourself to grab your clothes that were in three different rooms upon hearing Peter.
“Y/N?” Peter asked and Frank gave you a look, he didn’t think that Peter would just walk in.
“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked and covering yourself the best you could.
“You didn’t answer your phone and you weren’t at your house.” He was speechless, he couldn’t think.
His sister who hated Frank less than 24 hours ago was trying to get her clothes on after they...he didn’t want to think about that.
“You tried to kill him.” Peter pointed out and you shrugged, “That’s Frank’s issue.” You said like he was the crazy one for having sex with you.
Peter looked at Frank who shrugged, “You wanted us to get along.” He hated the fact that you guys were acting like this wasn’t a big deal.
“Not like this. My sister wanted to kill you.” He was so lost and confused.
“Yeah well now I wanna-”
“Please don’t.” You laughed as you walked away to get changed.
Peter looked at Frank, “Is this going to be a thing? Are you gonna show up on holidays?’ Peter asked as he took off his mask.
Frank hid his smile, but they both knew the answer to that.
Description: Pure smut and a breeding kink after Peter’s new senses are heightened.
Warning: Smut, Breeding Kink, Lactation kink, tit sicking, fingering, Dark Peter? (the senses take over), unprotected sex, riding, choking kink, dirty talking, Peter tastes your cum, Peter ripping your panties off you. Peter’s goal is to get you pregnant
Word Count: 1,947
The idea of kids was a topic that you and Peter hadn’t talked about very much. There were definitely times that he wanted to put a kid inside of you or times where you wanted him to put a kid inside of you, but it never was serious enough to stop using protection. It was just a breeding kink.
But the past week Peter had been feeling different and that included the topic of kids. Well, it was more of wanting to breed you. He felt different ever since he discovered that he was going through a change but this urge, it was bad. You hadn’t even noticed the looks and the stares that your boyfriend would give you as you cooked dinner or scrolled on your phone.
You didn’t notice that before you would do laundry Peter would take your dirty panties and sniff them, making him hard. You didn’t notice all the nights that he would jerk off instead of waking you up to help him. He tried to control it the best that he could, but he knew that it couldn’t last forever.
He could smell when you were ovulating, he always could but his senses were turned up all the way and that smell made him dangerous. So when his eyes went black. He knew that there was no holding back. So when you walked into the door of your shared apartment he was on you in a heartbeat.
You almost screamed as he tackled you to the ground, “Peter.” You tried to say but he leaned down and bit you neck, softly.
You whimpered, getting turned on but you were also so confused by his actions.
“I can smell you.” He growled and sniffed your neck.
You closed your eyes as you felt his hands all over you.
“You’re ovulating and it smells so good.” He growled in your ear and that alone caused you to moan.
His hands toyed with the waistband of your sweats.
“Peter please.” You begged and he chuckled.
It sounded so sexy or maybe you were just that horny.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” He says as tugs down your sweats.
“I’ve tried. Trust me I have but your body is begging me to fuck you, breed you until you’re nice and full with a mini me or you.” He sounded so turned on and rough.
You breathing picked up as his hands toyed with your panties that were soaked. Your hands were gripping his shoulders as he hummed and kissed your neck. He wanted to mark you, wanting to make it known to everyone that you were taken. He wanted to fill you up until you were pregnant.
His nose nuzzled into your neck as he sniffed you again. He couldn’t get enough of your scent.
“You smell so good.” He groans and rips your panties.
You gasp loudly and your eyes open. Peter has never ripped any of your clothing before. He pulls back from your neck and your eyes widened, his eyes were pitch black.
“Don’t be surprised love, I need you so bad. I need to breed you.” You knew that this wasn’t normal but it was so hot.
He moved down all the way to your soaked pussy and got a big whiff of it. He moaned at the smelled, his dick was rock hard now.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He nearly whined.
You felt his hands move up your shirt and your eyes closed again. You loved his hands on your body, always have but this time it was different. Like you both needed it to survive. Your back arched as he cupped your sensitive tits. He loved how you responded to his touch.
“I can’t wait to have you full of milk.” He hums and you hate how wet that made you.
You both had the breeding kink but this was no longer just that. Peter was going to put a baby inside of you or two. He moved back up and tugged the shirt down some so your tits were on display for him. You didn’t wear a bra because you had just went down to grab the laundry that was now all over the floor.
“Fuckin’ perfect tits.” He groaned and you gasped.
Peter barely ever swore but when he did it turned you on more than anything. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples and your back arched into his touch. Your hands moved to his curls, and you tugged, making him groan but he loved it.
“You like that baby?” He asked you, “You like me sucking on your tits?” He teased as he suckled on one of the nipples.
The other being toyed with by his hand. You whimpered, of course you loved it. He was making you feel so good. Peter was grunting and groaning as he made out with your tit, imagining that milk was actually coming out of it right now. The wet sounds of him sucking and licking were filling the air and it made you go crazy.
“Peter please.” You begged and you hummed against your nipple, the vibration making you whine.
The hand that wasn’t toying with your tit moved down to your bare pussy that was begging for attention, anything for relief. Peter started rubbing your clit, the wet sounds filled the air from how wet you were. You moaned loudly and held his head to your tit. Your hips were moving with the rhythm of his fingers. Your moans were louder and more frequent as he rubbed you down there.
“I gotta get you prepared.” He mumbled against your tit but he couldn’t wait that long.
You felt a finger gather some of your wetness and enter you. Your body shot up and you nearly screamed. You loved his fingers but you needed his cock. Peter’s lips as well as your nipple were both swollen and red when he pulled away. He started pumping his finger. The sound was loud but not as loud as the noises you were making.
“So needy.” He teased and he leaned down to kiss your lips.
You were too lost to kiss back but that was okay. His finger was getting swallowed by your walls that squeezed him tight. He almost removed his finger to replace it with his cock but he curled it instead to hear you scream.
“Yeah, let the neighbors know you’re being bred.” He said and moved his finger faster.
Your hips couldn’t keep up with his pace. You were too weak and focused on the pleasure. He watched your face as your eyes were shut and jaw dropped. You looked so fucked out already and all that did was make him needy.
“I need you to cum on my finger so you can cum on my cock.” He whispers and you obey.
Your orgasm built up and pushed you over the edge with a whimper that was loud but neither one of you cared. Peter slowed his finger down to let you ride out your first orgasm of the night. When he pulled his finger out it was drenched but all he did was smirk and put it in his mouth, nearly moaning at the taste.
“You taste so good.” He hums and got rid of his clothes so fast.
He flipped you guys around so you were on top.
“I wanna see those perfect tits bounce for me.” He tells you and you nod, eager to have him inside of you.
You both moaned loudly when he entered you and slowly slid down on him. His hands went to your hips and those black eyes looked at you.
“I need you now.” He tells you and slams you down on him making you scream.
He chuckles and does it again and again, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. Your hands were on his as you tried to ride him but he wanted all the control. It was getting done his way. Each time he slammed you down on his cock had your breath taken away and you practically sobbing.
His bare cock felt otherwordly inside of you that there was no way that you guys would ever use condoms again and just from hearing Peter’s noises, he agreed.
“Fucking hell you feel so right.” He grunts and you place your hands on his shoulders for support.
His hands moved to your ass once he let you ride him. His hands squeezed your ass cheeks and your eyes rolled.
“Ride me like you want me to put a baby in you.” He tells you and you start to bounce.
The riding wasn’t enough, you both were so needy right now.
“Fuck that’s it.” He growls and grips your ass so tight that you are sure that there will be bruises.
You could feel sweat build up on your body and you legs were weak. Peter could tell and flipped you over again. His thrusts were brutal. His pace was fast and it knocked the air out of you each time. You were sobbing, clawing at his back and that made him growl. The clawing encouraged him.
“Mark me sweetheart.” He tells you and chuckles, “Because I’m about to mark you for life.” Those words make you moan loudly and you eyes rolled back.
Your legs were nearly dead on the ground as your body felt spent from everything but that only encouraged Peter. He placed a hand around your throat and you looked up at him.
“Just think, for the next week this whole apartment is gonna reek of sex.” He growls and your jaw drops as he plows into you.
“Peter.” You cry and he chuckles.
The noises of skin slapping were loud and you were sure that the neigbors could hear.
“I am not stopping until you are pregnant with my child. Til you are swollen and need me every night.” He cups one of your tits, “Til your tits are filled with milk and hurt so bad that you need me to suck on them.” You were whining and sobbing at his words.
You were gushing on his cock and you could feel the orgasm approach.
“P-Peter I’m so close.” You cry and he moves his hand from your throat to rub your clit.
“Cum for me beautiful.” He tells you and you do.
It’s so loud and your back is arching, thighs shaking as you cum.
“Shit.” Peter grunts as he feels you cumming and pulsing around him. It triggers his own orgasm and you gasp at the feeling of him cumming inside of you.
“Yeah. I plan to fill you up all night until your nearly passed out and begging me to stop.” He growls as his hips pumped all his cum inside of you.
Your pussy milking him dry. You stared up at him and his curls were dripping with sweat. His eyes still black which meant that this was still going. He smirked when you felt him get hard inside of you again but this time he picked you up and walked you over to the bed, dropping you on it.
He smirked and began thrusting again. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasms but Peter needed this, he needed to breed you. Your whines were loud and broken as he pounded into you like a wild animal. Your nails dug into the sheets, your toes were curling and you were sweating.
Peter’s pace didn’t let up and he didn’t look tired. He looked like he was on a mission and he sounded so sure that tonight was the night that you’d end up pregnant.
a/n: uhhhhhh this is for me but i hope y’all enjoy lol
cw: drinking, reader has never been kissed, makeouts, Matt’s kinda a dog, gn!reader
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You, Matt and Foggy debate a rather embarrassing secret you confess.
Matt Murdock/Reader
The bar is a kaleidoscopic prism of sensation—of glasses clinking, of free-falling liquids that are poured to foamy head in overlarge mugs, to people sloughing the struggles of another day added to the notch in their bedpost.
You three are already deep in your cups as you slump in various states of dishevelment across the circumference of the table. Foggy openly reclines, Matt slouches on his elbows, you prop your cheek on the table.
The conversation has transitioned into amiable silence as you repose. And you’ve been relegated to people-watching, admiring a couple so closely entwined in mutual limbs that they must be melded by the mouth, the search of drunken tongues.
It’s the inebriation that encourages your own boozy tongue, thick and slow to vacillate sloppy words.
“It must be nice to be kissed.” You comment in passing, atonal frequency. Matt pauses, the lip of his cup suspended mid-air to his mouth. Foggy shoots you a look of discerning bewilderment as he comprehends through the haze of beer.
Matt recovers first, settling down the drink with muted click into a familiar rimmed ring of condensation.
“You say it like you don't know what it is.” He communicates with unspoken question. The sigh you make is of a wistful melancholy, your shoulders heaving in grievous airs. Matt’s brow hikes up the acreage of his forehead as he realizes what Foggy is still doubting.
“I mean—”—Your eyes are hesitant to meet his—“—I don’t.”
Foggy interjects into the fray, his statement an expulsion of disbelief. “Get the fuck outta here.”
This makes you purse your lips, a self-defensive grin of abashment that spreads slow on the curve of your mouth. You stare with dogged intent to the smudged tabletop; Matt senses the hike of your pulse that demarcates your shame.
“Honest, I don’t. I—”—You huff in momentary sobriety as you slump your shoulders—“—God, this is so embarrassing.”
There’s something still unstated in the cadence of this confession. Matt holds out a hand to pause the flow of conversation, to bid you look his way.
“Hold on—”—He levies this at you like brandished steel— “—You’ve never been kissed before? Not once?”
You wield what you can produce from the faltering crest of memories. “Well—I’ve been kissed on the cheek before. On the forehead.”
Foggy pushes his way to the forefront with a clarifier. “By a partner?”
“Uh.” You defer to silence, your only measure of escape. “No.”
Matt picks up point for Foggy on this one, inching closer along the median to the heart of the matter. “Which eliminates the matters of the mouth entirely.”
And at matters of the mouth; well, should you let your own eyes linger on the terrain of his, you are only grateful he’s unaware of this. But then you let yourself collapse tipsily onto the tabletop, letting the prolonged shame finally consume what remains of your dignity.
“Look, this is humiliating.” You bemoan your kiss-less fate to your coworkers. “Could we possibly move on to other topics of conversation?”
You settle a resentful glare upon the two of them. “I mean, I know you two have gotten action before.”
Foggy blusters with a laugh of disbelief; Matt remains captured in a somewhat stony silence. He seems to be riveted in the direction of your body, the mien that you preoccupy yourself with. The push and pull of your mouth as you enunciate syllables to make way for speech.
“Yeah?” Foggy grins, willing to be game for this potential lambasting. “What makes us so ideal for it?”
You roll your eyes rather skeptically to the ceiling, before returning your gaze back to them with only minor difficulty.
“Pffft, come on.” You gesture to Foggy with a pirouette of fingers. “You have such a good sense of humor and big-dick energy you couldn’t be disqualified from a kiss.”
Foggy seems minorly enthralled by this assessment of his character and proffers a look of smug self-satisfaction to Matt. Matt himself appears to be stifling a laugh.
“Hmmm.” He directs your way as you beam. “I like you more and more.”
You direct a hand over to your left-hand table side companion. “And Matt’s blind.”
The expulsion of laughter from Matt is immediate at this observation. Fingers splay on the full of his chest as he looks after the intonation of your voice.
“What does that have to do with anything?” He asks—meanwhile, Foggy appears to be in the process of resisting herniating a lung.
You’re as matter-of-fact as you can be after the consumption of your body weight in alcohol.
“Well, it helps you get in the door.” You explain, to Matt’s continued disbelief. “People take pity on a beautiful blind face and want to take care of you.”
As Matt’s jaw draws agape, Foggy points the victorious, perfunctory finger your way. “Exactly. He goes for the empathy approach.”
You nod in abject agreement while Matt finds himself under attack, holding his arms out in disbelieving spread. The conversation seems to have taken a turn from the lament of the work day to an impromptu roasting session.
“This is ridiculous—”—Matt declares as the two of you smother laughter—“—Any kiss I’ve ever had has been mutually agreed decision. I never preyed on anyone’s sympathy for it.”
“How would you know?” You ask, smiling along as you go back onto the offensive. “You sit there guileless and smiling and people just see you—”
Foggy is not exempt from his own contribution—“—And they think, ‘oh the sweet lawyer who saved those kids from the well’—”
Foggy clasps his hands in maidenly display under the cliff of his jaw; Matt welters in unvoiced outrage—“—I just have to think of some way to thank him—”
“Oh, I know!” You provide the coup de grâce, “I’ll give him a wet one on the lips.”
The two of burst out into a peal of laughter, holding onto the table for lifeline of support, slapping each other with a pronounced zeal at your supposed victory. Meanwhile, your third sits broken and worn-down in his chair, assuming the thousand-yard stare of defeat.
“I think this constitutes itself as harassment.” He finally offers as the two of you resuscitate. “There's a disability discrimination suit being written against you both.”
Foggy is unmoved as he pulls at his shirt, working to distance himself from the high-top chair. “Ah, whatever. You’d never sink your co-partner and your best para.”
Matt grimaces at the truth of the statement while you watch Foggy hop down to greener pastures.
“I'm gonna go use the bathroom.” He announces cheerily. “You two want anything for when I get back?”
Matt defers to the classic, “Just a beer.”
“I'm okay.” You smile him off as he makes departure, and the two of you let the ambience of the bar substitute for conversation. Even given the insults taken aim Matt’s way, there’s an ease in the quiet the two of you cohabitate. And the disjointed chorus of clinking glasses and spirited conversation takes auditory prominence.
You’re savoring the final acrid burn of your drink when Matt suddenly speaks up.
“You know, if you ever want a first kiss,” He says in lowered, rugged note, “I’m certain we could work something out.”
It’s not the alcohol that persuades the consumptive burn fluttering in the pit of your stomach, that ushers your throat to congeal to inarticulacy. That makes you stare at Matt, your heart squealing to stop—before resounding back into overdrive.
You hope your voice doesn’t betray you as you force a playful smile on your face. “Oh, please. I’m not falling for the doe-eyed blind trick.”
Matt smiles, but there’s no joke he makes on the territory of that mouth. He leans in, letting you taste a mote of cologne he still bears.
“Who said it was a trick?” He smirks, the wicked quality of his smile taking prominence. “Maybe I’d just like to kiss you.”
You scoff at this—but your body still moves in magnetic tether to him. Just as his does to you. “Because you found out I’m unclaimed territory?”
Not wanting yourself to be easy prey. Establishing exactly what this is: an exchange of goods and services, or something more. You wait, with your pulse making elapse on the spread of your tongue, for his response.
“No—”—Matt says, and there's something purposeful as he speaks—“—Because I’ve been wondering what your mouth tastes like.”
When you laugh, the exhale of air is expressed upon the full of his lips, each syllable your mouth makes felt on his own.
“How many times has that line worked for you, Mr. Murdock?” You grin.
Matt remains collected, but the words ring glib. “Will you let it work now?”
“Let me get back to you.” You reply, and then you close the way across the threshold.
Let your first kiss start slow, as you feel the chafe of his mouth against yours, warm, dry—still upon beginning. And then his mouth moves against yours, lips parting as he searches for more access to you; your own, in your eagerness, do the same.
His hand draws across the edge of your jaw, careful, deliberate, grounding—you circulate a breath through your nose as his thumb works up your cheek. And you seek out more, more to feel the shape of him against you, to encourage the heat that pools in between your legs the longer that you kiss him.
The longer that you savor the taste of this man, the more you want the rest of him. His tongue laps with a gentility stoking the fire greater against the seam of your lips.
And as you open your mouth to him, his hands coax you further to him. And you let yourself be led, while taking the lion’s share of his mouth. As you let the want you’ve never experienced before consume you whole.
Neither of you are aware when Foggy returns, takes admiratory glance of the sight of you both so tightly enveloped in the exploration of each other’s bodies. He just lets a triumphant cluck of approval tumble free, before he makes his way to the bar.
“Get me a stiff one.” He instructs the bartender, sending a careful look back to where the two of you remain isolated in the oasis of the other.
“Three of them.” He amends upon second thought.
Seems like he'll need them for when you two finally come back up for air, to the real world. For now, he’ll let the two of you indulge in matters long overdue.
Description: You have feelings for Spiderman but have never seen his face before. Now with him going through changes he can tell and decides to do something about it.
Warning: Smut, oral (female receiving), doggy style, unprotected sex, Peter’s new senses get the best of him, sex in the Spiderman suit, Peter rips your clothes, dark Peter? He gets back to himself in the end
Word Count:1,656
Peter, you knew his name and you knew that he was Spiderman but you hadn’t seen his face. Any time you saw him he was in the costume and mask. You respected the fact that he didn’t want you to see him even though you would never tell anyone. You’ve been working with him on stuff for his suit and technology for at least a year now and you hated how charming he was.
You knew that you guys were around the same age and that you definitely had a crush on the masked vigilante. But you knew that he loved somebody else from his past. You felt like an idiot for crushing on a guy that you had never seen but liked him for him not the looks.
“I’ve been trying to hide this from you but on your day off I realized something.” He spoke as you walked into his apartment where all the equipment was.
“Realized what?” You asked as you sat down in the chair.
He pulled up his DNA which showed rapid results in his spider DNA. It was more than his human DNA.
“Woah.” You stared at it with wide eyes.
Spiderman hummed and pulled up a video about spiders and made you watch it.
“Why am I watching this?” You asked and he paused the video.
“That’s what’s happening to me. I mean look.” He shot a web out of his skin.
You hummed impressed.
“Is that such a bad thing?” You asked him and he sighed, face palming.
“Yes because it can’t control everything yet.” He groaned and you nodded.
“But I want it to go back to the way it was.” He told you and pulled out the chip he was working on.
“I need your help finalizing it.” He said and you checked out the chip.
“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded.
“Okay Pete I think we are done here.” You say as you turned to him.
“Peter?” He was just staring at you or it seemed he was.
You stood up and walked over to him, “Peter are you okay?” You asked, voice laced with concern.
He didn’t answer you and you wanted to remove the mask to see if he was okay because he never acts like this. You repeated his name and you saw his hands twitch on his lap. It was then you realized that maybe you needed to remove the mask but your hand reached up and it was like he could read your mind because one second you were standing in front of him and the next you were underneath him with wide eyes.
“The mask stays on.” He growls and nod.
Your heart was racing and you hated that this made you wet.
“You know I can smell you right? I can smell how horny you are around me and it’s not just from today.” You felt your face heat up at his words and you wanted to die of embarrassment.
“P-peter I-” You stuttered but he chuckle and leaned closer to your ear.
You could hear his heavy breathing as he whispered, “You can’t hide it from me. You never could and I’m sorry it’staken me this long to do something about it.” You held your breath as you couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Peter’s gloved hands moved up the leggings that you were wearing and you started breathing heavy.
“Pete-”
“It’s okay Y/N. I’ll give you what you want.” He says and you gasp as he cupped your mound through the leggings.
Your hips bucked and you wanted more. He chuckled and tore your leggings off you, making you gasp and stare at him. It was damn near a glare until you felt the gloved fingers tease you through your soaked panties.
“You’re so soaked. I can feel it through my gloves.” He says as rubs your clit.
“Peter.” You whisper and start thrusting your hips up.
“So needy.” You hear from him but you close your eyes as you focus on the pleasure.
You can hear the wetness and all it does is make you move your hips faster and he lets you. He lets you have your fununtil he doesn’t. He rips your panties as well and you gasp, feeling the air hit your wetness.
“Keep your head up, I don’t want you seeing any part of my face.” He tells you and you stare at the ceiling.
Your body felt hot and you wanted to scream but that didn’t last long. You felt Peter’s breath hit your wetness and your eyes shut for a second before he licked your clit, making your eyes snap open. Each lick was experimental, seeing what you liked and what made you react to his touch.
His hands pushed your thighs further apart so he could get a better taste. You tasted good and smelled good. Peter’s senses were on fire with you. You bit back your moans embarrassedby how turned on you were from this.
“Don’t hide your moans.” He mumbled against your pussy.
You felt the vibration of his voice and let the moan loose which seemed to egg him on. He started licking and slobbering all over your lips and clit. Your hands dug into his sheets, wanting to be through his hair. He was French kissing your pussy as you tried not to get too loud, but Peter honestly didn’t care.
Your hips were moving on their own and humping his face. The loud noise of him slurping and sucking your juices made you whine.
“Peter please.” He hummed against you and your eyes rolled back.
You couldn’t believe that Spiderman was eating you out. That the masked vigilante that saves people was sucking on your clit. You clenched around nothing but you wished that it was his dick. You needed him inside of you as nice as this was. Your hips were moving like crazy as you chased your orgasm that was building up. Your thighs shook and he rubbed his nose against your clit. Your noises were louder and your hands nearly tore the sheets.
“Yes Peter.” You chanted as your orgasm came.
You cried out as you came all over his nose and mouth. Peter drowned in it, moaned at the taste of your cum. You whined as he didn’t stop licking at first.
“Peter.” He pulled away and pulled the mask down.
He gave you a moment to catch your breath and think about what had just happened. But that didn’t last long as he flipped you over and pulled your hips so you were ass up. You heard him get himself out of the suit. You were already pretty fucked out from the head he had given you but you wiggled your ass.
“You’re a dirty girl.” He said but you felt his hard dick touching your hole that was clenching around nothing.
He loved it or this version of him loved it.
“Peter please.” You whined and tried to push your hips back against him but he held them with a death grip.
He rubbed his cock against your clit, gathering the wetness of you and your cum before pushing inside of you. You gasped and gripped the sheets again.
“Fuck.” He groaned and you had a grip on him.
He didn’t let you adjust to him for long before he was pounding into you. You moaned loudly as he thrusted, each thrust bringing a pathetic noise out of your lips.
The next time Peter spoke you could tell the mask was off, “You feel so good, so right.” He nearly moaned and his pace got quicker.
Peter had sex with MJ but that was so long ago by now but your pussy felt perfect, like it was made for him. You felt him twitch inside of you and the twitch felt good.
“Fuck.” Peter wasn’t the type to cuss so hearing it was weird but also very hot.
He didn’t want you to see him but he pulled you up so your back was against his chest. His face hidden in your neck. You closed your eyes and whimpered as he plowed into you still, this time you both were close. His pace was sloppy but it felt amazing. He held you to him when you came, his pace slowed for a minute letting you ride out your high before he picked his pace up again. He groaned as you felt him fill you up. His thrust slowed and each of them was with a grunt.
His mask was back on now and you faced each other. Your eyes were wide and you had so many questions, though no complaints.
“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He said and you shook your head.
“No don’t be. I’m sorry.” You said and he shook his head.
“You don’t need to be. That thing came over me and I-” You grabbed his hands and moved closer, “Peter I enjoyed it. Nothing to be sorry for. It was hot.” Your face was heated from your words but your crush on him wasn’t a secret now.
“So you like me then?” He asked but he knew the answer.
You nodded and looked away, knowing that he probably didn’t feel the same.
“Listen-”
“I get it, MJ you love her.” You said and brushed him off.
“No well Idk anymore but I can’t lie and say I haven’t thought about you like this and you’re the only one that I trust to see my face.” He tells you even though he wouldn’t let you see during sex.
That made you feel giddy but you bit your lip to hide it.
“So I can see your face? What happened to the mask stays on?” You teased and he laughed.
“That was before I realized how real this was.” He said and when he took his mask off, you weren’t disappointed.
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Description: Spiderman takes you to Frank who’s going to protect you and MJ while he handles Jean but you happen to take a liking to Frank right away.
Warning: Smut, age gap, unprotected sex, counter sex, marking, a little clit rubbing and palming Frank’s dick through his pants.
Word Count:1,677
Author’s Note: I used a different POV this time. Let me know if it should stay this way in the future.
Spiderman who you knew as Peter, the only person that got to see his face, told you that he needed to get MJ to safety after Jean got inside of her body to trick Peter. Jean was dangerous and since Peter and you were so close he wanted to get you to safety as well and that was with this guy named Frank.
“Who’s Frank?” You asked as you made it to this interesting looking mouse trap.
“Frank is a friend, well sorta but I trust him to protect you and MJ while I go and stop Jean.” He told you as he took inside.
“This is a strange place.” You said as you looked around.
“And who the fuck are you to judge that?” You turned to look at who said that and you did a double take.
“Holy shit.” You breathed out staring at him.
This was the hottest man you have ever seen. Like you don’t think any man has ever come close.
“Who’s this?” Frank asked, pointing to you.
“This is-” But before Peter could introduce you, you walked up to him, swaying your hips and holding out your hand.
“Hi handsome, I’m Y/N.” You winked and Peter face palmed.
Frank smirked and looked amused, “Handsome huh?” He asked and took your hand.
“Yeah uh this is Frank.” Peter said but he was not amused by this.
“You think you can protect me?” You asked in an innocent voice.
Frank laughed and checked you out, “Sweetheart there’s a lot I could do to you.” He said.
“Ok ok that’s not, No.” Peter said walking up to you guys and pulling you apart.
“Frank you cannot sleep with my best friend.” He pointed a finger at him.
Frank held up his hands but winked at you. “Where’s MJ?” You looked at Peter who took you to her.
Peter had just left to what it seemed like was to save Jean rather than take her down. You waited a second before walking into the kitchen where Frank was.
“So you’re the big bad Punisher that I've heard so much about.” You said seductively and he turned around to look at you.
“How old are you?” He asked and you laughed.
“Old enough.” Frank could tell that you were an adult but he’s never been with someone in their early twenties before.
You were confident, he liked that a lot.
“You think Spidey would approve?” He asked and you bit her lip.
“You don’t care. And frankly nor do I. You’re seriously the hottest man I have ever seen.” You chuckled and got closer to him.
Frank nodded and walked up to you, your eyes were wide with lust and just begging for him. He cupped your face and you tilted your head, closing your eyes to fall into the his touch. When you opened your eyes, he was staring at you with dark eyes.
“You’re right. I don’t care.” He says and kisses you hard.
You moan into the kiss loving the feeling of his lips against yours. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, just wanting his body on yours. Frank groaned and deepened the kiss, his hands moving down to your shirt. He wanted to rip it off you but he held back and just lifted it. You gasped into the kiss, feeling his warm hands on your body.
“Take this off.” He tells you and you pull away tugging the shirt off.
It landed somewhere in the kitchen. Your lips found his again and his hands moved all over your torso. Your bra was still on and Frank wasted no time in removing it, letting it fall to the ground.
“Frank please.” You breathed out against his lips and he chuckled, biting your bottom lip.
He pushed you against the counter before you got up on it. One of his hands moved up your leg. You felt yourself getting hotter the closer his hand was to your pussy. You wanted him to rip off your jeans and fuck you but he kept his hand on your thigh as you made out. You felt dizzy with need as your hands moved to his shirt.
“Off.” You said and Frank pulled back from the kiss to remove his shirt, making you gasp at the sight.
He was built and looked so good. You moaned at the sight and tugged him closer again. His lips were on yours again as your hands felt him up. His abs were perfect, felt perfect and if you got another chance after this with him you wanted to rub your pussy on his abs. Your hands moved up to his chest and to his biceps that were large.
It made your mouth water as you pulled away from the kiss, breathing hard. Frank leaned down and started kissing your neck. You let your eyes close and your head fell back against the cabinet with a moan, giving him better access. He bit your neck making you moan as he tugged a little.
“Frank.” You whimpered and your hands that were on his neck, moved to his hair to tug.
While he was abusing your neck, his hands moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them. You heard the zipper and bucked your hips so he could pull them down. The panties you were wearing were soaked and useless at this point so he just ripped those off. You pulled him away from your neck to kiss him again.
Your body was so turned on and ready for him. You gasped into the kiss as you felt his finger rub your clit.
“Fuck.” You breathed out. His finger was rough and perfect.
“That feel good?” He asked you and you nodded, eagerly.
Frank chuckled and went back to kiss you as he played with your pussy. Your hands went to his pants and you felt his hard dick through them. He hummed into the kiss as you pressed your palm into it.
“Please.” You begged, wanting him to fuck you right now and not waste any time.
Frank let you tug down his pants and his boxers. He pulled away from the kiss and tugged your hips to the edge more. You have never felt this needy for a man before it was pathetic. You were breathing hard and seeing how large his dick was giving you butterflies in your stomach.
“You gotta be quiet for me baby.” He tells you, and you nod even though you knew that there was no way that was going to happen.
You wanted him too much.
“It’s been awhile. I don’t have condoms.” He tells you and you shrug, not really caring.
“I’m on birth control.” You say and kiss him.
You felt him against you and whined into the kiss.
He chuckled and rubbed your noses together, “Such a needy girl.” He teases.
When he pushes inside of you, your hands gripped his biceps hard, your nails digging into him. He groaned at the feeling and how tight you were. He watched as your head fell back against the cabinets, letting him see all the marks that littered your neck.
“Frank you’re so big.” You moaned and he chuckled.
“S’amazing.” You mumbled and your eyes shut as he was now fully inside of you.
He started thrusting right away, but the pace was brutally slow. But each thrust took your breath away. Your legs moved to wrap around his waist as you pushed him closer. He paced started to pick up and leaned in and kissed your neck which was a little sensitive from the marks. You whimpered.
“You feel incredible.” He whispers in your ear.
His heavy breaths hit your ear and your neck making you shiver in delight at how close he was. You wanted him to go faster, you wish that you were riding him because he’d have the time of his life right now. His pace picked up again and he pulled away from your neck to tilt your head and kiss you again. This felt passionate and intense but you loved it.
“Frank please.” You begged and bit his bottom lip.
He groaned and picked up the pace again. This time it was fast and you were moaning non stop. Frank didn’t want MJ to hear but he wasn’t going to silence you either. He thought the sounds that you made were sexy and it drove him crazy. It was a mission to get you to cum on his cock.
Your hands that had left marks on his biceps had moved to his back, leaving more marks. The sound of skin slapping could be heard, and you forgot that you guys weren’t alone.
“Fuck.” Frank grunted and watched as your eyes rolled and you moved to hug him closer as he pounded into you.
“Frank.” You repeated his name, non stop.
It was all he could hear. Your pussy squeezed him like a vice and was not letting him go. You were panting and your legs felt weak and your thighs shook as you felt your orgasm approach.
“Frank yes baby I’m cumming.” You cried out and hugged him tighter.
His dick twitch inside of you as you gushed all over him. It was the hottest thing to him and his pace didn’t slow until he was cumming. You whined and sobbed as he filled you up. Your orgasm had subsided and he was getting soft. Your eyes closed and you sighed, nuzzling into him. He chuckled as he hugged you back and sighed, loving how cuddly you are with him. He had just met you but he planned to protect you forever.
“Frank.” You mumbled and he hummed.
“Spiderman could probably use your help.” You sighed, not wanting to let him go.
Frank’s eyes widened and he pulled away to look at you. You looked tired and worn out, that almost made him smirk but he remembered your words.
“I’ll look after MJ.” You yawned but you had planned to go to sleep after he left.
Description: The reader accidentally blurts something out while her and Pope are drunk.
Warning: Smut, public sex, clit rubbing, sex against a jeep, unprotected sex, CNC kink, caught having sex, doggy style
Word Count:2,418
She walked up the driveway to the Cody’s house where it seemed all of them were gone except one. She pulled out her phone and texted her best friend Deran that she was already at the house. She and Deran had been best friends for years at this point and she got along with the whole family which is why she was able to come over whenever she wanted.
She was the first one to know about Deran being gay, he’s biggest secret at one point but she had a secret herself that wasn’t revealed yet. She had a crush on Deran’s older brother Pope Cody. Though Deran already knew this and it was strange to him. He saw the stares and looks she would give his older brother and he never understood it.
He always thought it was so funny how hard she tried to hide it. She let herself in the house and there stood her crush in the kitchen.
“Hey.” She greeted him and tried not to drool over how good he looked in the black shirt that he was wearing.
“Deran won’t be home for awhile.” Pope said without looking at her.
“Yeah I know, I texted him to let him know that I was here.” She said to him as she went to the living room and took a seat.
Pope followed and sat down as well with his perfect posture.
“Anything new with you?” She asked him and he shrugged, a mumbled response.
She hummed and looked around for a second before she got the bright idea.
“Wanna get drunk?” She asked him.
The fact that Pope agreed to drink with her made her feel special. He was shy and didn’t have the best social skills.
“You’re telling me that no woman wants the mysterious Pope Cody?” She asked, shocked written all over her face.
“Nope, Baz was right.” The shock on her face was now confusion.
“Baz was right? What the hell did that dead beat of a father say?” She asked, having no filter given the state that was in.
Pope was shocked by her words, “Wow.” He said and she didn’t even look sorry.
“I mean come on you’re always taking care of Lena. It’s like you’re her father.” She points out.
Pope didn’t say anything to that but he silently agreed with her.
“He said that nobody would want a kid with me.” It was quiet and he tried not to sound defeated by the words.
“What an asshole. You’d be a great dad Pope.” She exclaimed and Pope just stared at her.
“How’d you know?” He asked and she laughed, “By the way you take care of Lena.” She points out like it was the most obvious thing in the word.
“Yeah maybe he’s right.” Pope looked down after he said it.
She shook her head, “No he’s not. Pope, I would have your kids. I mean dear God that’s-” She realized what she said and covered her mouth.
She looked at him and he just cleared his throat, getting up and walking away.
“Pope wait I'm sorry.” She called out as he walked down the hall.
“You said what?” Deran yelled, shocked.
“Yeah it slipped out.” She said and covered her face in embarrassment.
Deran shrugged like it was nothing, “I’ve always known that you liked him.” She looked over at him with wide eyes, “Huh?” He laughed, “Don’t play stupid. You aren’t the best at hiding it. Plus I know you, I can read you like an open book.”
She sighed, “Doesn’t matter now. I ruined my chance.”
“Hey you don’t know that. He was probably in shock. I mean who wouldn’t be?” He asked her and she shrugged.
“He’ll come around.”
She wanted to avoid that house for the next month but Deran for some reason wanted them to be there. Ever since he admitted that he knew about her crush, it seemed that he was teasing her. Pope couldn’t take his eyes off her and he couldn’t stop thinking about her after what she said.
She laughed at something Deran said and the sound went straight to Pope’s stomach. He had so many questions. Did she mean what she said? Does Deran know about what she said? Y/N could feel the stare of the older Cody. She tried to keep her eyes on Deran as they talked. When Pope got up and went to the kitchen she excused herself and followed him.
Pope looked at her, “Come take a drive with me.” He said but it was more of a demand.
She nodded and they left the house and walked to the Jeep. They both got in and there was complete silence until she said something.
“Listen Pope I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He looked at her with his dark eyes, “Did you mean it?” He asked and she opened her mouth to say something but he started talking again.
“You don’t want to have kids with me.” He stated and she looked confused, “Why?” She asked. He shook his head, “Y/N/N, I’m a mess.”
“Pope that doesn’t bother me. In fact I know that and it’s one of the reasons that I’m in love with you.” Once again she said something that she probably shouldn’t have said.
If they were driving, he would have slammed on the breaks.
“What?” He turned to her and she let out a sigh.
“I love you Pope. I always have. All the fucked up things you think about yourself. I love them.” She whispered and looked away, too afraid of the look of disgust that might have appear on his face.
“And before you tell me that you don’t love me back it’s okay I already know. Or if you’re gonna say not to or don’t. Nothing will change that.” She finally looks at him but can’t read his expression.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked after a few moments of them staring at each other.
She nodded quickly and he leaned in. She felt his lips on hers and thought that she was dreaming. She hummed and kissed him back, hungry for more. Their lips moved passionately, and she felt her hands twitch by her side, needing to be touching him. She cupped his face and deepened the kiss, feeling her panties get wet.
It was pathetic but she hadn’t had sex in so long, not since she came to terms with her love for him. He pulled away from the kiss and began kissing her neck. She sighed his name as she felt his wet lips on her sensitive skin. He was leaving marks, sucking on the skin, making her let out soft moans.
She felt like a virgin ready to beg to be touched for the first time. He tugged on her sweater, and she pulled away, quickly taking it off and throwing it in the backseat. She eagerly kissed him again as his hands moved up her torso to grab her tits. She moaned into the kiss, and he moved his hands inside the bra to cup her bare tits.
Her hands were eagerly moving under his shirt to feel his nice body. She dragged her nails over his abs and he groaned.
“Get out of the car.” He demanded against her lips and the door was open within a second of him saying that.
Pope pushed her against the side of the jeep and kissed her again, taking her breath away. His hands moved down to her jeans and he undid them. Her breathing picked up like she had never been touched there before.
“Relax.” She couldn’teven if she wanted to.
She gripped the handle of the jeep door as she felt Pope’s fingers toy with her panties. She breathed out his name and he rubbed her clit through her panties. She was so wet that she definitely didn’t need foreplay, but Pope didn’t care. She moaned as he rubbed her clit in circles. Her hips bucked up and her head fell back against the jeep.
Pope watched her intensely as he pleasured her. Her other hand gripped his wrist to keep it stable as she started humping.
“Pope.” His name fell from her lips in a whine.
She looked so fucked out as her hips moved hard. Pope’s other hand moved up her body and gripped her hair tugging it, so she was looking right at him. Her mouth was opened as sweet moans fell from her lips.
“Tell me to stop.” He said and her eyes widened for a minute but her hips didn’t stop.
“Tell me to stop.” He repeated and she shook her head, “Why would I-”
“I want you to tell me to stop.” He growled and that somehow made her more wet.
“Stop.” She moaned but it wasn’t convincing.
He shook his head and pinned her hips to the jeep, slowing his finger.
“Pope.” “I told you to tell me to stop. Say it like you mean it.” He demanded and she nodded, face flushed and lips swollen.
He undid his jeans and she stared as he pulled them down. She saw his hard cock through the boxers and nearly drooled.
She reached towards it and he shook his head, “No.”
Her hand fell back to her side and he grabbed her hips turning her around and slamming her against the jeep. She gasped loudly and felt him tug down her jeans and panties. She placed her hand on the jeep and looked back at him.
“Please.” She breathed out, nearly forgetting what he wanted.
“Please what?” He tested her, kicking her legs apart.
“Please stop.” She begged but she did not mean that.
She gasped as she felt his dick rub up against her.
“No please.” She whined, hoping that it would give him what he wanted.
She tried not to thrust back as all she wanted was him inside of her.
“Tell me you don’t want it.” He mumbled in her ear, reaching forward and pushing her body against his.
“I I don’t want it.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady, but she was so turned on.
She felt his dick against her hole and she closed her eyes.
His hand moved down to her naked pussy and her nails dug into the paint on the jeep, “Please.”
Her voice was soft and breathless. It sounded like she wanted it.
“What was that?” He teased and she felt him rub her clit, slower than last time.
“Please stop.” She whimpered and he tsked.
“Sounds like you don’t mean that.” He said and she sighed.
“Please stop. I don’t want it.” She sounded more serious.
He chuckled and slammed into her causing her to gasp loudly. He filled her up perfectly like a puzzle piece. She felt her breathing pick up and she felt so full.
“No.” She whined, acting like she was in pain but she felt so good.
He gave a hard thrust that threw her against the jeep. He watched as she tried to move back he held her hips against the jeep and began thrusting hard. Each noise that came out of her mouth were filthy and loud.
“You want someone to hear you?” He asked and bit her neck a little.
“Please stop.” She cried out but her hips were moving back against him.
Her other hand reached back to grab Pope’s neck.
“You’re so tight.” He growled and she whined.
Her eyes rolled and she heard the jeep moving with each thrust.
“I need to see you.” She breathed out, not trusting her actual voice.
He ignored her and kept thrusting, feeling her pussy squeeze him like a vice.
“Shit.” He groaned as his pace became sloppy.
“Let me see you.” She begged and he put a hand over her mouth, mumbling her sounds and pleads.
“Cum first.” He breathed in her ear and she rocked herself back on him.
She didn’t care that she was getting fucked against Baz’s jeep, she didn’t care who heard her and she didn’t care that Pope was inside of her with no protection. She whined loudly and her head fell back against his shoulder as she came loudly, body shaking as her thrust slowed, letting him take control.
“Fuck.” He moaned as he filled her up.
She let go of his neck and removed his hand from her mouth so she could breathe. He turned her around and slammed her against the jeep again. This time she was facing him.
She looked at him with wide eyes and felt his dick get hard again, “I’m not done with you yet.” He growled and began thrusting.
Her jaw dropped and she whined with sensitivity, “Pope I don’t know if I can.” She cried and he chuckled, “Yeah you can.” He placed a hand on her neck as the other one was on the jeep.
She was so overwhelmed and it felt too good.
“Pope.” She moaned as she felt her second orgasm approach.
“Yeah.” He breathed and watched her body shake.
His hand that was on the jeep moved to hold her body against the jeep so she didn’t fall. While this was going on Deran heard weird noises outside and he hadn’t seen Y/N in a while. He walked outside and his jaw dropped at the sight of his brother fucking his best friend. He walked back inside so fast and wanted to scrub that sight from his brain.
The next morning, she wakes up in Pope’s bed. Her body was sore and she felt like Jello. She looked over and saw Pope sleeping next to her shirtless. She smiled and felt her phone buzz. She yawned and looked at it seeing a text from Deran saying that they needed to talk.
“Fuck.” She mouthed and got out of the bed, trying not to wake up Pope.
She gulped and went to Deran’s room. “Hey Brother fucker.” Her jaw dropped at his words and he laughed.
“I uh what do you mean?” She asked. He rolls his eyes.
“Come on I saw you getting fucked by him on the side of the jeep.” Her jaw drops at his words.
Heat rises to her face. Deran saw them?
“Oh my gosh D I’m so sorry.” She says looking embarrassed.
“Hey, no worries. Bond to happen sooner or later.” He says.
She looks at him confused.
“I told you he liked you.” Deran says with a smirk.
Prank Or Mistake Matt Murdock was a man defined by control.
To the world of Hell’s Kitchen, he was a calm, meticulous lawyer. To the city’s underbelly, he was a silent, relentless phantom of vengeance. But to you—his wife—he was an open, hyper-attuned heart.
Because of his sensory abilities, Matt didn't just love you; he experienced you. He lived by the rhythm of your heartbeat, anchored himself to the steady tempo of your pulse, and tracked the soft cadence of your breath through the apartment. You were his sanctuary. His obsession. His single tether to sanity in a world that roared violently in his ears 24/7.
Which was why what you thought was a lighthearted, harmless prank turned out to be the most terrifying mistake of your life.
The Setup
It started with a stupid dare from a friend, paired with a bad idea you hadn't fully thought through. You wanted to see if you could break through Matt’s usual unflappable composure, just to get a dramatic reaction out of him.
You sat at the wooden dining table in your loft, waiting for him to come home. When the lock clicked and the heavy front door swung open, Matt stepped inside. He had his red cane in one hand and his briefcase in the other, smelling faintly of old paper, city rain, and the faint metallic tang of copper from his late-night activities.
"Hey, baby," he murmured, a soft smile immediately softening his sharp features the moment he crossed the threshold. He began unbuttoning his coat. "It was a long day in court. I missed you."
"Matt," you said, keeping your voice deliberately flat, cool, and distant. "We need to talk."
Matt paused. His head tilted slightly—a subtle, instinctive habit when he was focusing his hearing.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, leaning his cane against the wall and taking a step toward you. "You sound... tense."
"Sit down, please," you said, hands folded in your lap. You tried to keep your tone as icy as possible. "I don't know how else to say this... so I'm just going to say it. I don't think this is working anymore. I want a divorce."
The Crack in the Foundation
The silence that fell over the room wasn't just quiet; it was heavy, suffocating, and absolute.
Matt didn't move. He stood completely frozen, mid-stride. For a second, the soft smile stayed plastered on his face, as if his brain was outright refusing to translate the words you had just spoken.
"What?" he whispered, the sound barely more than a puff of air.
"I said I want a divorce, Matt," you repeated, trying to hold your ground, though a sudden knot of anxiety was beginning to form in your stomach. "I can't do this life with you anymore. I'm packing my things and leaving tonight."
You waited for him to get sad, to plead, or maybe to be confused.
Instead, the atmosphere in the apartment shifted violently.
Matt’s posture changed. The gentle, relaxed shoulders squared off. His jaw clenched so hard you heard the faint click of his teeth. The air in the room suddenly felt terrifyingly thin.
He didn't cry. He didn't ask why.
He stepped forward.
The Monster Unleashed
Matt closed the distance between you in a fraction of a second—a speed that wasn't humanly normal, a terrifying reminder of the vigilante underneath the suit. Before you could react, his hands slammed onto the wooden table in front of you.
BANG.
The loud crack of his hands hitting the oak echoed like a gunshot. Dishes rattled in the sink.
"Say that again," Matt rasped.
His voice didn't sound like your husband's. It was low, gravelly, vibrating with a raw, dangerous frequency that sent a spike of pure adrenaline through your veins. His unseeing, dark glasses were aimed straight at your face, but it felt like he was staring directly into your soul.
Your heart gave a violent, terrified leap—and you realized instantly that he felt it. He heard it.
"Matt—"
"Say it again." He didn't scream, but the command tore out of his chest with an authority that made you shrink back in your chair.
"I... Matt, I said—"
"You're lying," he snapped, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He leaned over the table, towering over you, his knuckles white against the dark wood. "Your pulse is spiking. Your heart is hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. You're sweating. Your body is drowning in adrenaline. Why are you lying to me?!"
"Matt, calm down!" you gasped, your voice trembling genuinely now. The sheer intensity in his face was terrifying. You had seen Daredevil fight on the news, but you had never had that wild, primal threat directed at you.
"Calm down?" Matt let out a bitter, manic laugh that sent chills down your spine. He dragged a hand through his dark hair, gripping it tightly. "You stand in our home and tell me you're leaving me, and you want me to calm down?!"
He pushed off the table and began to pace, moving with the unstable, predatory grace of a caged animal.
"You think you're leaving?" he snarled softly, turning back to you. His red glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose slightly, revealing eyes that were wide, dark, and utterly unhinged with panic. "You think I'm going to let you walk out that door? Never. Do you hear me? Never."
The Obsession
"Matt, please, listen to me—"
"No! You listen to me!" Matt slammed his fist against the nearby wall, punching a jagged hole right through the drywall without even wincing.
You gasped, flinching hard, tears instantly springing to your eyes.
Matt stopped instantly at the sound of your gasp. His head snapped toward you. He could hear your tear ducts swelling, the trembling of your breath, the sheer terror radiating off your body.
Slowly, deliberately, he walked around the table toward you. Every step he took was heavy, possessive, and suffocating.
You tried to stand up, to pull back, but Matt was instantly there. He didn't hurt you, but his hands gripped your arms with a desperate, iron intensity that kept you pinned. He dropped to his knees in front of your chair, forcing you to look at him, locking you in his grasp.
"You are mine," he breathed, his voice cracking, raw with a dangerous, obsessive hysteria. "I have bled for this city, I have faced hell, I have given away every piece of my soul—but not you. I will burn Hell's Kitchen to the ground before I let anyone, or anything, take you away from me. Including you."
His thumb pressed against the pulse point on your wrist, feeling the frantic, rapid pounding of your blood.
"I know every heartbeat of yours," Matt whispered, his dark eyes wide, unblinking, looking through you. "I know how you sound when you sleep. I know the rhythm of your breath when you're happy. You don't get to walk away. I won't survive it. Do you understand me? I will lose my mind. I will destroy everything."
His grip tightened slightly, his face inches from yours. The sheer, overwhelming darkness of his obsession—the realization that his love wasn't just sweet, but an terrifying, unbreakable chain— terrifies you to your very core. You were staring at a man who would gladly chain you to himself in a cellar if it meant keeping you from leaving.
You were terrified. Truly, deeply terrified.
The Reveal
"Matt!" you sobbed out, tears spilling down your cheeks. "Matt, stop! Stop, please! It was a prank! It was a joke!"
Matt went dead still.
The frantic, terrifying air in the room suddenly froze.
"What?" Matt asked softly. His voice sounded distant, confused.
"It was a prank!" you cried out, shaking in his grip. "It was a stupid joke! I'm not leaving you! I'm not divorcing you! I swear to God, Matt, I love you! Please, you're scaring me!"
Silence stretched across the room, heavy and suffocating.
Matt stayed frozen on his knees in front of you. He concentrated, his ears straining, listening to the shift in your body. He heard the sudden flood of honest distress, the truth ringing clear and resonant in your vocal cords, the unmistakable tone of genuine terror—not from wanting to leave, but from him.
He heard your heart beat: I love you, I love you, I'm scared, I love you.
The manic, terrifying darkness in his face crumbled, replaced in an instant by horror.
The Aftermath
Matt let go of your arms as if he had been burned. He stumbled backward on his knees, his hands trembling violently.
"A... a prank?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
He reached up, pulling his red glasses completely off his face, tossing them aside. His eyes were wide, glossy with unshed tears, filled with absolute shock and horror at what he had just done—at the monster he had let you see.
"You... you were lying..." he stammered, pulling his hands back to his chest, shaking his head frantically. "I heard your heart spike... I thought... I thought you meant it..."
"Matt..." you sobbed, rubbing your wrists, sitting curled up in the chair, trembling from the leftover adrenaline.
"Oh God," Matt gasped, choking on a breath. He pulled his knees to his chest, shrinking back against the wall, looking smaller than you had ever seen him. The terrifying predator from seconds ago was completely gone, replaced by a broken man realizing he had just terrified the only person he lived for.
"I'm sorry," Matt choked out, burying his face in his hands, a dry sob tearing from his throat. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I lost control. I heard those words and... everything went dark. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think."
He looked up at you, his eyes red and filled with deep, agonizing guilt.
"Please don't look at me like that," he begged, his voice trembling pitiably. "Please... don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. I swear to you on my life, I would never hurt you..."
You sat there, catching your breath, watching your husband shivering against the wall, ruined by his own obsession. You had wanted to see a reaction, but you had inadvertently cracked open the chest of a man who loved you with a desperate, terrifying intensity—a man who couldn't fathom a world where you weren't his.
Slowly, still shaken, you slipped out of your chair and walked over to him, realizing that while his love was scary, it was real. And you were never going to make a joke like that ever again.
Will you please make me a John Walker fic where he has a wife (Not Olivia) and he does not want children, so he makes her take birth control. Yelena DESPERATELY wants these reckless little babies running around, so she switches her birth control for these pills that look just like them, but they increase fertility and basically make you rlly horny. so after that whole fiasco (fade to black), it takes 4 weeks for them to finally do a pregnancy test. They thought she was just sick... When they find out, kaya's basically yelling at him for doing this to her, and he doesn't hear a thing. He's he's just thinking "How did this happen?😭" and internally freaking out. if not I get it but I just had to askk
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · What Could Be So Bad? (John Walker) · Description: Yelena gets bored and decides to switch the reader’s birth control with
Description: Yelena gets bored and decides to switch the reader’s birth control with sex pills.
Warning: Smut, masturbation (female), fingering, oral (female receiving), reader rides John in his suit, Yelena switches reader’s pills, unprotected sex (obvs)
Word Count:2,262
Request:Will you please make me a John Walker fic where he has a wife (Not Olivia) and he does not want children, so he makes her take birth control. Yelena DESPERATELY wants these reckless little babies running around, so she switches her birth control for these pills that look just like them, but they increase fertility and basically make you rlly horny. so after that whole fiasco (fade to black), it takes 4 weeks for them to finally do a pregnancy test. They thought she was just sick... When they find out, kaya's basically yelling at him for doing this to her, and he doesn't hear a thing. He's he's just thinking "How did this happen?😭" and internally freaking out. if not I get it but I just had to askk
Yelena was bored. There weren’t any new missions lately and if there were it wasn’t anything crazy that they couldn’t handle. She needed a distraction from how boring the tower was. She stared at her drink, zoned out until she heard footsteps. She looked up and saw Y/N Walker.
She was John’s wife since they got out of high school and lived in the tower with them. She was very nice; it actually surprised Yelena that she was married to that asshole.
“Hey Yelena.” She said and Yelena nodded her head saying Hi back.
She had poured herself some coffee and sat down next to her.
“No new missions?” She asked Yelena, who sighed.
“Nope it’s so boring here.” Yelena complained and Y/N agreed with her.
They sat in silence for about five minutes when Y/N remembered that she needed to take her birth control.
“Shit.” She quickly got up and went to the fridge to grab a water before running down the hall in a rush.
Yelena was very confused by this and stared at the hallway waiting for her to return. When she did Yelena looked at her very confused.
“Sorry I forgot my phone in the bedroom, and I needed to take my birth control.” She said as she sat down again.
“You’re taking birth control?” Yelena asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, John doesn’t want kids or the risk of it so.” She shrugged.
“But do you want kids?” Yelena asked her and she thought about it for a second.
“I wouldn’t hate it but John and I agreed years ago that we wouldn’t have any.” If this were a cartoon, Yelena would have gotten a lightbulb above her head at that moment.
Yelena almost felt bad for sneaking into the Walker’s rooms and snooping to find the birth control. She held the pills in her hand that she was going to replace them with as she finally found them. Y/N and John were out on a date tonight so that gave her plenty of time. The pills were in the first drawer on the nightstand, and she quickly grabbed them, swapping with the pills that she had.
She made sure that the bottle of the pills looked identical to the birth control ones so that Y/N couldn’t tell the difference. The pills Yelena swapped them with weren’t harmful just made you hornier. Yelena left the room and whistled like she wasn’t doing anything suspicious. She put the pills in the pocket of her jacket and went about her day.
Three days later Y/N woke up and was soaked down there with the need to relieve herself. She moaned and slipped her hand under the covers and to her panties that were drenched. She gasped and covered her mouth, opening her eyes to look at a sleeping John. He looked so good, he always did but damn it was turning her on so bad.
She slipped her hand in her panties and started rubbing her clit, staring at her husband’s sleeping face. She kept the hand over her mouth as she was moaning. Just her touching herself felt so good. She could wake John up but he had a long night and figured that he could use the rest. She was so wet that she could hear herself.
She decided to move to her entrance and slip a finger in causing her jaw to drop. John stirred in his sleeping and sniffed the air, immediately opening his eyes. Her eyes widened and she removed her finger that was coated in her slick.
“Are you touching yourself?” He asked, his voice rough and deep with sleep.
She hummed and shook her head, lying.
“You know I can smell it right?” He asked and she sighed.
He sat up and removed the covers from them, “Holy shit you are soaked.” He said and pulled her closer to him.
“It’s flooding my senses.” He groans and tugs on the shirt that she was wearing, telling her that either she takes it off right now or it’s getting ripped from her body.
She quickly removed the shirt showing her hard nipples. John’s lips found one of them and she gasped. One of his hands went down her body to the wet pair of panties.
“These are ruined.” He mumbles against her tit and rips them off her body.
He touched her bare pussy and groaned, “Fuck, you are so wet.” She rubs her clit and she whines, cradling his head to her chest.
Her wetness could be heard through the bedroom as well as her moans. She sounded so desperate and so needy just from him rubbing her clit. Her hips bucked and humped up, desperate to cum.
“Are you ovulating?” He asked but he knew the answer.
He couldn’t smell that just how turned on she was.
“Please.” She slurred, not sure what exactly she was begging for.
John moved his finger from her swollen clit to her hole that was clenching and unclenching around nothing.
“So needy.” He hummed and slid his finger inside of her.
She was soaked, more than she ever had been before, and though that did confuse John, he honestly found it so hot. He pumped his finger in and out of her, hearing her wetness. Her moans were so needy and loud but he didn’t care. He watched her face as she cried out telling him she needed more. He added another finger and curled them.
Her body jolted and shook as he fingered her. He leaned down and sucked a dark spot on her collar bone.
“John.” She cried out his name as her hips tried to match his speed.
“Mmmm you smell so good.” He mumbled into her collar bone.
He started kissing down her chest and tummy causing her breathing to pick up. She was panting so hard when he reached her pussy that was gushing. One lick that was all it took and she cumming all over his fingers and face. He chuckled against her in surprise, the vibration making her orgasm more intense.
She screamed his name as her hands held his head down as she humped his face so hard. He let her use his face until her orgasm was gone.
John pulled away and looked so drunk, “That was fucking hot.” He told her and she looked embarrassed.
His face dropped and he crawled back up, cupping her face. “Hey that was the hottest thing ever.”
He told her, “No need to be embarrassed.” He told her and she nodded, letting him kiss her face.
That wasn’t the end of her being so horny, that was just the start though John didn’t mind one bit. He just got back from a mission, and he was dirty, covered in sweat and some blood but that didn’t stop his wife from pushing him down on the chair that was in the longe room. Her lips covered his in a needy kiss.
He smelled but she didn’t care at all, in fact it even seemed to turn her on even more. The others were too tired to stay up and went to bedbut John didn’t care as his wife threw his beret somewhere in the room and messed up his hair even more with her hands. Her hands tugged on his hair, desperate and made him groan.
Her hips were grinding on him, hard and fast.
“So fucking needy.” He teased as her lips went to his neck.
“You look so good in your suit.” She hummed against his neck and bit his neck a little.
She reached between them and felt his hard dick that was begging to be free from his suit.
“We should take this to our room.” He suggested and she shook her head.
“No I need you here.” She breathed out and helped him free his cock.
She nearly tore her sleep shorts off her body as she was shaking from being so desperate for his cock. She slid down on him and let out a whine that was loud enough for the others to hear but he didn’t care. Her pussy was squeezing him for dear life, and he couldn’t remove himself even if he wanted to.
Her hips started riding him fast and hard. Her hands gripped the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss to silence her noises. John’s gloved hands gripped her hips and helped her move, though her pace was messy it was still so good. She was so wet that the noise could be heard all over the lounge area.
“Fuck baby.” John moaned as his head fell back against the chair.
She felt so perfect riding him.
She felt sick one morning and even threw up. John rubbed her back and held her hair back (if it’s long enough) as she let out whatever was in her body.
“Do you think it's something you ate?” He asked her as they went back to the bedroom.
She shook her head too tired to answer and collapsed on her side of the bed, falling asleep again. Not even an hour later she was back to puking. This time John was training and had no idea. She started the shower and stripped of all her clothes, hoping that it would help. After her shower she did her morning routine and went to get food.
She wasn’t hungry but knew that John would throw a fit if she didn’t eat something. “Hey.” Bob said as she entered the kitchen.
“Hey Bobby.” She looked pale and tired, even her voice was off.
“Are you okay?” He asked her and she shrugged, telling him that she didn’t feel good.
Bob frowned and wanted to ask what was wrong but once the soup was heated, she went back to her bedroom.
“You’re eating that in here?” John asked her and she groaned.
“I don’t feel good.” She said and he kept his mouth shut, letting her eat the soup.
“Have you been taking your birth control?” John asked about a month later after she had thrown up.
She looked at him confused but nodded, “Of course I have baby.” She said and he shook his head, pulling out the pills.
“These aren’t birth control. They are sex pills.” She grabbed the bottle and looked at them, examining the pills.
“Baby these are the same pills I have been taking.” She huffed out a chuckle and looked at him.
John wasn’t laughing, in fact he looked irritated.
“Well, they’re not. I took them to the lab.” He snatched the pills from her hands.
“Why would you take them?” She asked and sat down on the bed.
“Do you not remember how turned on and sex craved you were before you got sick?” He asked with disbelief.
She shrugged, “Yeah hun, I was probably ovulating.” John shook his head, “No I can smell that and you smelled of pure lust and sex the entire time.” He pointed out.
“So what you thought the pills were doing something to me?” She placed her head in her hands, wanting nothing more than to sleep.
“Y/N, these are sex pills not birth control meaning you haven’t been taking birth control the entire time.” He yelled and she stood up.
“Well I certainly didn’t swap my own pills.” She growled, annoyed with him.
She snatched the pills back and left the room. John followed her, “Where are you going?” He asked and she looked back.
“I need to take a pregnancy test.” She told him and he felt his heart drop.
They couldn’t have kids, not with the way their life was. It was too dangerous.
John couldn’t think straight as they waited for the test results. Y/N didn’t even sit next to him as she was so annoyed that he accused her of purposely not taking her birth control. His eyes went to her every few seconds, but she wouldn’t even look at him. The test came back positive and she handed it to him, not saying anything.
“You know this is dangerous right?” He asked her and she sighed.
“John, you’ve never used protection our entire relationship. This was bound to happen.” She said and he scoffed.
“So now this is my fault?” He asked and she let out a sigh.
“It’s my fault that someone switched my birth control?” She asked and he sighed.
He stared at the test and though he really didn’t think this was a good idea, he knew that there was nothing they could do about it now.
“What could be so bad?” She asked him, “I don’t go on missions, I’m not part of the team and it would give you a break as well.” She said, hoping that he would understand.
She went up and hugged him, giving him a kiss.
“A baby me or you running around. That sound so bad?” She asked and he huffed but he smiled.
“A baby you or me could be a nightmare too.” He points out and she shrugs.
“It’s domestic.” John didn’t hate the idea as much as he did before.
Yelena hid her smirk as Y/N told her the news a week later.
“John seems okay with it though and that’s good. I just really wonder who switched my pills. Not the best practical joke but I kind of want to thank them too. I’m gonna have a baby.” Y/N said and Yelena nodded and listened, but that was a secret that she was going to keep to herself about it.
Description: Reader is a Thunderbolt and has a private life that the team is trying to figure out and wants to meet him.
Warning: a lil smut nothing graphic though.
Word Count: 3,368
“So you refuse to live in the tower because...” Yelena trailed off waiting for her to finish the sentence.
“I live with my husband.” Y/N smiled at her.
“I mean you could always move here, the two of you.” Ava suggested and Y/N chuckled.
“Nah I think I like my life a little more private.” She said and the other two girls looked at each other.
They planned to find out who her husband was.
“So, operation find out who Y/N’s husband is, is a go.” Yelena said as they all sat down at the table beside Y/N who was at her house.
John set down his fork and looked at her, confused.
“You’re going to find out who her husband is? The life that she wants private?”
“Since when did you become a considerate guy?” Yelena asked him and he rolled his eyes.
“Also why does she feel the need to hide her husband from us?” Ava asked the group.
“We are family.” Alexei says.
Bucky shook his head, “I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
Dex was hurt, pretty badly and though Matt hated Dex, and he knew about Y/N being his wife, which was why he called her.
“Hello?” She answered the call in the training room and kept her voice down.
Yelena had entered the room and saw that Y/N was on the phone with her back turned towards the door. Her voice was quiet so Yelena could barely hear anything.
“Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you, bye.” She said and hung up the phone, taking a moment to gather what she had just heard.
“You okay?” Yelena asked and it made her jump.
She turned back to look at her friend, “Yeah. I just need to go.” She said with a soft, shaky voice.
She didn’t give Yelena any time to question her as she gathered her stuff and quickly left.
Y/N made it to the safehouse that Matt had texted her the address of. She was quick to get inside and find that her husband was passed out, shirtless with a bunch of cuts. Karen was glaring at his body until she heard Y/N enter. The only thing that Karen had against the avenger was the fact that she was still married to Dex after he killed innocent people, after he killed Foggy
. Y/N didn’t care that much for Karen either but did feel bad about Foggy, but Y/N had no room to judge her husband. She had killed people to under order for her safety and freedom. Dex and her had been together since his FBI days and that wasn’t going to change. Y/N went over to him and grabbed his hand. He was passed out.
“What happened Matt?” She asked as she stared at her husband.
He told her everything and she shook her head, wanting to cry.
“Is Vanessa dead?” She asked and looked up at him.
“She’s in the hospital right now.” He told her, and she nodded, looking back down at Dex.
Matt’s head twitched as he heard people near the safe house.
“There’s people outside.” He told her and went after them.
She didn’t trust Karen alone with him, so she stayed put, hoping that Matt didn’t need help.
When Dex woke up he groaned and Y/N immediately went to his side and grabbed his hand, “Dex.” She spoke and he opened his eyes.
“Baby?”
“Yeah Matt called me.” She told him and nodded.
“You’re mad aren’t you?” He asked and he sounded a little sad.
“You could have died.” She breathed out and he sat up with a groan.
“I wouldn’t have left you.” He said and she shook her head with a laugh.
“Matt’s the only reason you’re alive! He saved you.” She wanted to say that he shouldn’t have given what Dex did to his best friend, but she left that part out.
“I told him not to.” She pulled her hand away, so she didn’t slap him across the face.
Dex looked sad and hurt now. Karen had left them alone at this point because all she wanted to do was hurt him but with his super soldier wife in the room that wasn’t happening.
“I’m an avenger now and you’re running around being reckless.” She yelled.
“I want to keep you out of the public eye as much as possible. It’s already gonna be known that Bullseye killed Vanessa, they don’t need to know it’s my husband.” Her voice is quieter now.
She had missed so many meetings and shehad an upcoming mission in a few days. She was stressed and worried about him.
He groaned as he got up, “Dex please stay-” But he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a kiss.
She melted into the kiss and for a moment her worries were washed away as their lips moved softly together. He pulled away from the kiss and rubbed his nose against hers.
“I’m sorry baby.” He whispered.
She went to open her mouth but he spoke again, “But she needed to go.”
She entered the tower later that day after getting Dex back to their house safely. She knew he could protect himself with no worries but she always had worries. She yawned as she went up to the lounge room.
“You’re married to Bullseye?” Yelena yelled as soon as she saw Y/N.
Y/N just wanted to pass out, mostly because she was tired but also because she did not want to deal with this.
“You followed me?” She asked Yelena and she nodded, shamelessly.
Y/N chuckled and placed her face in her hands, “Why?” She groaned.
“Because you were keeping your life from us and we were curious.” She lifted her head and looked at the blonde.
“Who’s we?” She asked and Yelena mumbled everyone’s name beside Bucky.
“Thank you all so much for being here!” Y/N greeted with such sarcastic joy.
She had called a meeting with the team besides Bucky, who didn’t follow her to Matt’s safe house.
“What’s this about?” John asked and Y/N gave him a look.
“Privacy.” She said the word and Ava’s face dropped.
“Yeah the fact that you guys followed me and found out the secret identity of my husband.” She said to the group, looking at each of them.
Some of them looked guilty while some looked bored.
“Why keep him a secret from us?” John asked.
She shook her head and stood up, “I wanted it kept from the world, the media. He’s known as a bad guy and him being married to a new avenger wouldn’t be good.” She said and played with her ring.
“But we’ve all done bad things here, you could’ve told us.” Yelena said, and Ava agreed.
“Well now you know.” She shrugged.
Y/N wanted off the plane so bad and to be in her man’s arms. John chuckled at her eagerness as the landed as she didn’t waste a second gathering her things. Dex told her he would pick her up and she was so excited to see him. She had been gone for 2 weeks and though Dex did stalk her on the tracker that he put in her suit, it wasn’t enough.
John watched as she ran off the plane and to the car that was there with tinted windows. She opened the trunk and put her stuff in it before shutting it and running to the passenger door.
She opened it and Dex had the biggest smile, “Hey baby.” She squealed and got in the car, pulling him in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy and full of lust that would be saved for later.
“I missed you.” She mumbled into the kiss and he chuckled, “I missed you more.” John watched as the car pulled away as he got off the plane.
He was very curious about Bullseye and what he was like under the mask.
“Let’s have a baby.” Dex whispered into her neck and her eyes went wide.
“What?” They were just in foreplay which was Dex rubbing her clit and sucking on her neck.
He pulled away from her neck, “I think it’s time we have a baby.” He said like it was nothing, but his voice was soft.
“Dex, if you get me pregnant you do know that you can’t be putting yourself in danger every night, right?” She asked in a serious voice.
He went back to kissing her neck, “You can’t either.” He whispered and she huffed, grabbing his hair and pulling it so he was back from her neck.
He groaned but it made his dick hard. “Benjamin, I am serious. You won’t come back injured every nightwhile I’m pregnant.”
“So you agree to us having a child?” He asked, basically ignoring what she said.
“Dex.” Her voice was sharp and he sighed.
“Yes okay?” He had a little attitude like he didn’t see anything wrong with what he does.
“But if they wanna come for you or our baby I won’t hesitate.” He tells her and she wouldn’t expect anything else from him.
“When can we meet him?” John asked her one day while they were training.
She stopped for a second and looked at John who was being serious, “You want to meet him?” She asked and he shrugged.
“Yeah. You know I won’t judge him.” She thought about that and shrugged.
She knew that she couldn’t hide Dex forever from her team.
“I’ll talk to him about it.” She said and took a sip of her water.
“Dex are we seriously out of bananas already?” She groaned as she saw Bananas on the grocery list.
Dex smirked while drinking a banana milkshake, “Yup.” She shook her head but had a small smile.
“And Whipped cream.” He said and she huffed but added it to the list.
She was about to call her assistant to go to the store but turned to her husband who had already finished with the milkshake.
“By the way the team wants to meet you.” Dex would have choked on his milkshake if he hadn’t finished it.
“What?” She laughed and walked up to the table.
She told him how they followed her to the safe house just to see who he was and questioned why she would keep him a secret.
“Only I'm allowed to stalk you.” He said and she rolled her eyes.
“Dex, they only followed me so they could find out who you were.” She said and Dex lowered his eyes to the empty milkshake.
“Do you want me to go over there as Bullseye?” He asked and she shook her head.
“I want you to go over there as my husband.”
Over the next few weeks Y/N was trying to plan when to bring Dex over to the tower. She just gotten back from a 4-day mission, and she groaned, not feeling the best. She didn’t tell anyone, but she puked yesterday morning and this morning.
“Guys I think I’m just going to go home.” She told everyone and they all groaned.
“I think I’m sick.” She tells them and Ava moves away from her.
She chuckles at that and waves goodbye, “Feel better Y/N.” Bob said and she thanked him.
She called Dex who was quick to answer though he sounded like he was outside. She turned and looked up at a building near by and saw Dex at the top in his bullseye costume.
“Really?” She asked and he hung up the phone, making his way down to her.
He hugged her and she took in his smell which she had missed so much over the past few days but something about it made her gag and pull away. He took off the mask and had a concern look on his face.
“Blood.” She said and he looked down and sure enough he had blood on his suit.
“It’s not mine.” He told her with his hands up, and she groaned, taking his hand so they could go home.
She stared at the two pregnancy tests that she had her assistant get her. Dex was not home and today was the day that her team would be meeting him. She had been feeling sick for a week now and it wasn’t an illness, so this was her next step. She grabbed the tests and went to the bathroom.
She pulled up Yelena’s contact and debated on calling her while she waited for the results. She sighed and set her phone down counting down the time.
Dex was a very observant person. He always had been but with his wife, he could definitely tell something was up. Maybe she was nervous since this was the first time that he was meeting her team. Maybe she was regretting this already, thinking that it was a bad idea. Maybe she was scared of what they would actually think of him once they met him.
“You okay?” She asked him, breaking him out of his terrible thoughts.
She grabbed his hand and gave a squeeze.
“I was actually going to ask you the same question.” He says and she chuckles as they walk to the elevator.
They got in and she pressed the number of the floor that they all planned to meet on. It was in the lounge area. She never let go of his hand, letting him know that she was there and that this was actually happening.
“They won’t judge you.” She said and looked at him.
He looked at her like she was a mind reader, “All of us have done bad things that’s kinda why we are a team. Well Val is but you know.” She joked and he smiled.
The elevator dinged and the doors pushed opened. All of their heads snapped towards the elevator as Y/N walked out with her husband beside her. John’s eyebrows raised actually getting a good look at him. He was buff and from seeing him outside the bullseye suit you can definitely tell that’s him.
“Guys, this is my husband Ben.” She said to her teammates.
“Dex, this is Ava, John, Yelena, Bucky, Alexei and Bob.” She didn’t hide the other name that he liked to be called.
“Benjamin Poindexter.” Alexei said his whole name like he was a fan.
Dex looked around at the team and he recognized some of the faces.
“Bullseye.” Bob said and Dex looked at him.
He didn’t glare but was curious as to how much Y/N had told them about him.
“Nice to meet you guys.” He said, and she squeezed his hand again before letting go.
“Who’s hungry?” She asked and looked at John, who sighed, knowing that he would have to cook.
Dex observed the way that his wife was with her team. She was herself, nothing fake about her when she was with them, like she trusted them. She smiled and laughed with Ava and Yelena like they were her best friends. She scolded John like he was an annoying brother. She groaned as Alexei talked about himself.
She was soft with Bob and Bucky well...she respected him. She looked over at Dex with a smile, noticing that he was staring.
“So,how’d you guys meet?” Ava asked, pointing her fork between them.
Y/N looked at her husband waiting for him to answer.
“I worked for the FBI and she was a case.” He looked at her and she shook her head.
“I killed someone and he took the case.” Yelena smirked, “Now that’s cute.” Dex felt his face warm up and Y/N laughed.
“How’d you two fall in love?” Ava asked.
Y/N glared at the agent that sat across from her. He was reading her file and smirking. She pulled on the cuffs and thought about how thankful he must feel that she was handcuffed.
“You tortured him, lit him on fire.” Dex read the description like it was awesome, the best thing he’s ever read.
He looked at her and shook his head, “You know I looked into you before I came here. You work under Baron Zemo and try to stop the Avengers after they destroyed Novi Grad.” He said and she rolled her eyes, “Technically that was Ultron.” She mumbled and he agreed, “Oh yeah right but you’re still after them for that.” She shrugged, “I’m getting paid and he just got in the way.” She motioned to the guy in the picture.
“Got in the way so you burned him alive?” She chuckled, “He was a creep, trust me agent he deserved it.” She said and leaned back.
He closed the file and pushed it aside. He looked at her and took in how beautiful she was. She looked back at him, almost studying him back.
“I also know that you’re a super soldier but that’s not in your records.” He said and he watched her face fall.
“How the fuck do you know that?” She leaned in and he smirked.
“Are you stalking me?” She asked and he rolled his eyes.
“I took this case and I’m curious.” He lied; he totally was stalking her.
“You are very strong for your size.” She glared at him.
Though he didn’t mean it to be rude. He saw her fight guys twice her size like it was nothing.
“So what?” She asked with a shrug.
“You gonna tell them that I have the serum, that I'm like Steve Rogers but not good?” She asked and he leaned back, shaking his head.
“No.” She tilted her head at him.
“I want you to try to break through the cuffs and attack me.”
“I can’t just break-”
“They aren’t on tight.” He says and she looks down, tugging them some.
She definitely could get out of them.
“Why?” She asked and he shrugged. “Do you want out of here or not?”
“So you beat his ass and that’s how you fell in love?” John asked amused and Y/N chuckled.
She grabbed Dex’s hand under the table and squeezed it.
“Okay I have an announcement to make.” She said and stood up.
She looked at her husband and her team as she took a deep breath. She was nervous and felt Dex grabbed her hand for comfort.
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out and looked around at everyone’s reaction.
Each of them had their own expression of happiness and excitement with some level of shock. She felt Dex’s hand still and she looked at him as did the others.
“You’re gonna be a dad.” She said with a smile and he fought back tears.
She moved his hand to her belly. He looked down at it and smiled. “No more Bullseye unless it’s needed.” She said and he laughed, placing his head on her tummy.
“Shouldn’t be needed if you move into the tower.” Yelena said with a shrug.
Dex pulled away from her tummy and looked at her. The idea wasn’t so appealing because he wanted to stay in Hell’s kitchen and he wanted things to be kept private.
“It’ll only be 20 minutes away from where we lived.” She pointed out to him.
“Just while I’m pregnant.” She tries and still sees him going back and forth in his head.
“I can protect you.” He tells her and she nods.
“Yes baby but I need you with me and I don’t want you to get stabbed or shot at while this is happening.” She takes his hands.
“Dex this needs to happen for now. It’s safer that way.” She said and he nodded, understanding.
“You can’t go on missions anymore.” Ava tells her and she groans, already hearing that enough from Dex.
Dex smiles at that, “I agree.”
“Just do the meetings and read the reports.” Bucky said and gave her a small smile.
“I will do my best.” She smiled back.
Bob decided to break the happy moment, “Now we need to tell Val.” Y/N totally forgot about that part.
“Maybe Bullseye can replace you while you have baby.” Alexei said and Y/N groaned.
“I need him in one piece Alexei.”
“He has perfect aim, he’ll be fine.”
“It is better than killing task force agents.” Ava said.
