— ceo!natasha who hired you from the first interview in person
— ceo!natasha who fired her current assistant and made you her new one when you came in on your first day, thinking you had gotten a basic accounting job
— ceo!natasha who is very handsy with you, but acts like it is all innocent touches and that they mean nothing
— ceo!natasha who placed your desk right outside her office so she could reach you quicker
— ceo!natasha who brought you into her office one day when it was past closing and everyone was gone, asking you if you knew what was going on
— ceo!natasha who beckoned you closer with her finger, telling you to stand in front of her desk as she walked around and stood right in front of you
— ceo!natasha who asked again if you knew what you were doing, and when you said no she chuckled and said you drive her crazy
— ceo!natasha who made sure you wanted it as well before she kissed you, pushing you back against her desk
— ceo!natasha who picked you up and set you on her desk before putting her hand up your skirt, feeling how wet you were and smiling at you, saying how you must have really wanted this
— ceo!natasha who immediately pushes two fingers in you, hearing how you moan out from the action, quickly moving her fingers
— ceo!natasha who kicked your legs apart wider so she could stand between them, her hand around your neck squeezing just enough for your head to start spinning
— ceo!natasha who teased you as you whined and moaned, saying how pretty you sounded and to be louder
— ceo!natasha who told you to cum on her fingers, and you did, nails digging into her arms and letting out a scream
— ceo!natasha who then is obsessed with you
— ceo!natasha who you eat out under her desk when she's on online work meetings, her hand tangled in your hair pushing you closer to her while you work your to tongue on her
— ceo!natasha who asks you to come to her office randomly just for a quickie, telling you to be quiet
— ceo!natasha who loves seeing you dress skimpier the longer this goes on for, purposefully teasing her so she can't hold herself back and has to have you
description: patching up peter parker after a particularly rough patrol, only to find out he kinda likes the pain....
⌯⌲ content warnings: smut mdni, masochist peter, dry humping, face slapping (but gently i promise), handjob, use of 'girl' to decribe reader once but genderneutral aside from that i think, not proofread! i'm lazy sorry
word count: 2.6k
note: this was supposed to be a really short blurb but guess who can't shut their gob... it's me
you're fussing and cooing as he collapses onto your couch. specifically for this scenario, you'd decided to keep a changeable blanket over the couch at all times. and you were glad for it, because the gash on peter's side was anything but pretty, and anything but clean. droplets of blood trickled down his skin, and you quickly dabbed at it with a cotton pad before disinfecting the wound. peter hissed, eyes screwed shut as he sprawled on your couch with the flair of a man who was used to being tended to by you.
truthfully, you don't really know how you formed this bond—alliance, if you will. all you knew was that spiderman had saved you from some very creepy men on a late night, even though he was already limping from some other fight he'd gotten into. in return, you had insisted he let you drag him to your apartment to take care of him, ignoring his awkward stuttering resistance of not wanting to bother or intrude. later, the other, more pressing reason for not wanting to spend too much time with you as spiderman had clicked in your head.
because peter parker was spiderman, and while you didn't have an iq of einstein's level, it didn't take long for you to connect the dots between the friendly neighbourhood superhero and your upstairs neighbor, the one who spend his friday nights in your apartment watching lord of the rings with you after having prepared an arsenal of snacks together, or his sunday mornings lounging on your couch while you finished the crossword puzzle in the paper.
and peter parker was many things, but he was not a good liar. so when your suspicion rose and you started putting pressure on certain points, asking all the right questions that spiderman couldn't answer nor evade in a way that was anything less than suspicious, it only took one face-to-face confrontation with peter to unearth the mystery all of new york was so desperate to uncover: who is behind the red and blue mask?
peter denied, of course. in typical peter style, but you saw straight through him anyway, and when you started searching his apartment, he only grew more frantic in his denial. when you held up his suit—he really didn't hide it that well, but then again, he probably didn't have a lot of house-searches anyway—his mouth clamped shut and denial was out of the question.
from that day onward, you became spiderman's self-appointed guy in the chair. peter was dead set on not letting you in on any of the actual dangerous stuff, claiming just knowing him was already dangerous enough, but he couldn't deny it was nice to have someone look out for him again, someone to come home to and someone to worry about him.
which is why he let you move him around, cleaning his wounds and fussing over him like he was a kicked puppy, even though he really wasn't in that bad of a state. maybe he liked being taken care of every once or so, sue him.
"does it hurt much?" you question when he hisses, feeling whatever medicine you're using trickle into his wound.
"'ve had worse," he mumbles, twitching away involuntarily.
you roll your eyes, pressing a little harder into the wound than strictly necessary.
"ow!" he yelps, pouting at you in hopes of it softening your resolve again. he chooses to ignore the pull he felt in his groin when the pain shot up his side. that was a psychological question he doesn't have the will to find the answer to right now.
you continue to work in silence after that, finally bandaging his side fully. the wound has already ameliorated significantly, his superpowers doing their work. you skim your hands over the bruises on his face and neck, and peter has to suppress a shudder at the feeling.
you're sitting up now, much closer to him than you'd anticipated, and for a moment, the breath gets sucked out of your lungs.
his face is so close. you can see every little cut, every freckle, every stubble and mole and imperfection that make him so beautifully him. your eyes drop down to his lips, at last, immediately flicking up again with every intention to move yourself away from him when you notice the look on his face.
much like yours, his eyes have dropped, too, almost mesmerized as he watches your tongue flick over your lips, wetting them.
throwing all caution in the wind, you surge forward to capture his mouth with yours, startling him enough to punch out a small gasp from his lungs. it takes a moment for the action to register in his brain, but when it does, peter kisses you back with such intensity, pouring all of the want and need that has been building for months into your heart through your connected lips.
you move quickly, overtaking by a haze and a want that has been lingering for far too long now, straddling his lap. he leans back on the couch, planting a hand on the back of your neck to take you with him and keep your feverishly hot lips against his.
the kiss is messy, and uncoordinated, and you're pretty sure your teeth full-on clank against his at some point. but peter doesn't seem to care, moving a hand to your waist to pull you even closer. with the roll of your hips against his, a groan tumbles out of his mouth and into yours as he feels the pressure on his cock.
and that's when the magic happens; you shift to find a more comfortable position, and lose your balance just slightly. your hand shoots out to stabilise yourself, landing right on the wound you've just bandaged.
and peter groans, loud and unchecked, immediately sparking a sense of worry in your chest because oh no, you've just basically pressed into his wound and he's in so much pain and—
you feel something twitch against your thigh, and your eyes flick up to his face. he does look like he's in anguish; brows furrowed, eyes glazed over like he's about to cry and his teeth clenched. he's gripping your hand with a bruising force, you're sure your wrist will feel a little sore tomorrow, but instead of trying to push you off like you'd expect, he's pressing your hand down harder.
oh.
"now what do we have here," you muse slowly, and peter's eyes flick to yours from whatever nothingness on the ceiling they were staring at. he lets you go like he's been burned, abruptly, breathing shallowly. it looks like he already came and is just coming down from an orgasm, but no, you've only just begun.
"i'm—i don't know," he pants, trying to sit up a little straighter, holding your waist to keep you seated.
"do you like it," you start slowly, trailing your hand down his side again, "when i do this?"
and when you add just the slightest pressure... peter's body sags, his head falling back against the couch. his mouth opens but no sound comes out, no answer to your question. you nudge your hips forward tentatively, and his clothed cock bumps your clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot up your spine.
"you do, huh?" your other hand moves to carress his face, and peter keens, leaning into your palm like a puppy.
when he still doesn't give any verbal answer, you grab his cheeks, squeezing them together.
"speak up, parker."
so he nods, as best as he can with your grip on his face. "yes."
you press down on his bandaged side more forcefully, still grinding your hips over his erection, and his back arches off the couch as a whimper escapes his lips. "what, yes?"
"i like it!" he cries out, nearly knocking you off his lap with the way his hips buck up suddenly.
"oh." you have to close your eyes briefly at the admission, because your poor heart really can't have him saying stuff like that, looking like this. and then you're kissing him again, and it's a kiss with vigor, with authority, one that pushes his head deep into the soft headrest of the couch. peter moans against your lips, into your mouth, letting you take and push and prod all you like.
you let go of him, then, removing your hands from his side and face. you lean back to take a good look at him, to commit this vision to memory, and a vision it is. peter's still panting, eyes fluttering open when he feels you move away, chest going up and down rapidly while his hips twitch. when his eyes lock onto yours, you notice the wetness around them. did he actually cry? maybe you've gone a little too rough on him.
you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, whispering, "are you okay? did it hurt?"
"well, yeah," he admits, before awkwardly adding, "but i liked it."
"oh man," you grin. "you are fucked up."
"hey!" a flush creeps up his neck. "don't bully me."
"hm." you lean closer, brushing your lips over his, and his eyes droop. "i think it's hot."
"oh," he punches out, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like he doesn't quite know where to put them. "...you do?"
"yeah," a smirk pulls at your lips, and you move down to kiss over his jaw. "i think you look really hot when you're gasping and crying out in pain."
"and you call me fucked up," he scoffs. "pervert."
you cup him through his pants unexpectedly, and peter's hips jolt up at the sudden feeling.
"you're the one who's been hard since before we even kissed," you murmur against his jaw, before tracing a path with your tongue toward his ear that has him shuddering.
"well— what do you expect, when i have a pretty girl basically sitting in my lap while she's patching me up!"
"and pressing on your bruises, let's not forget." you hum, pondering for a moment. "so you think i'm pretty?"
peter scoffs weakly. "don't let it get to your head."
"too late," you grin. "it's already in my head."
he shakes his head at you, but a dopey smile spreads on his face nonetheless. in a moment of affection, he surges forward to place a soft kiss on your lips, one that makes you forget how pent up you are and how delicious he's looking. one that reminds you it's peter, your best friend, your upstairs neighbor, new york's most selfless superhero. and you smile softly at him when you part, before pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and then one on his cheek, his jaw, his nose, his forehead, just anywhere you can reach.
you pepper his face with kisses until he's practically giggling underneath you, the hand on his bulge long forgotten.
that is, until you squeeze him again. the laugh dies in his throat, making way for a sharp gasp as his eyes widen. peter's hips jolt up involuntarily, like he's been struck. you have to bite back a smile.
"you want something?" you murmur against his lips, and once again, peter gives no verbal response. he only bucks his hips again, grinding his erection against your hand. his body makes it clear what he wants exactly, but he's too flustered to say it out loud.
so you take your hand back, instead placing a gentle slap on his cheek. the impact leaves a print, barely there, but noticeable enough. it was meant to chastise him for not answering, but instead, his hands shoot out to grind your hips against him as his head snaps to the side with a loud groan.
god. you didn't even smack him that hard.
"wow," you grin, and you really want to add more, to tease him, poke a little fun at him, but the words die in your throat when he finally talks.
"do— do it again," he pants, finally connected his eyes with yours. "please."
"oh, so now you can speak?"
instead of doing as he asked, your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his pants, and peter's eyes widen in anticipation. because you're really here, in his lap, indulging all his fantasies and about to touch his cock.
however, you don't. when you've shoved his boxers down just far enough to free him to the slightly cold air of your living room, you sit back on his thighs.
"talk to me, peter."
he closes his eyes briefly, trying to compose himself. "touch me," he pleads softly, locking his eyes with yours again.
"touch you where?" you push, dissatisfied. you want to hear him say it.
a flush creeps up his neck, but he manages to croak out, "touch my— my c-cock, please."
you can't hold back your grin. "yeah, parker? you want me to make you come?"
and when he doesn't answer, only squeezes his eyes shut tightly, your hand strikes him once again.
"yes!" he yelps, even though he doesn't really feel it that much anyway, with his enhanced DNA and high tolerance for pain. but it's the thought that gets him going. "want you to make me come," he groans, hands kneading your thighs like they're his own personal stressballs.
"alright, then," you smile sweetly, and then you're stroking his cock, fast and mean, giving him no time to ease into it. peter's hips immediately thrust up, fucking your fist in sync with the movement of your hand. his breathing is shallow, and his hands are shaking slightly where they're holding you. he bites his lip softly, trying to muffle any more pathetic sounds, but you'll have none of it.
your other hand wanders, and he feels it skimming down his body but is too out of it to anticipate what you're gonna do. only when he feels a sharp twinge of pain shoot up his side, the sensation traveling all the way to the back of his head, beautifully numbing, does he register that you're pressing on his wound again.
he releases his lip, a broken sob clawing its way up his throat and into the open air between your mouths. he looks devastatingly gorgeous like this; eyes red and rimming with tears, hips bucking up uncontrollably as his cock twitches, hands switching between gripping your thighs, your waist, the couch.
before he knows it, the coil in his stomach is building, and he's teetering on the edge already. he leans forward, wanting to kiss you again, and you can't find it in yourself to deny him. your lips connect, moulding together as you moan into his mouth. and peter's gasping, continuously. short, whiny breaths that get punched out of him with every stroke of your hand.
"please," he mewls, breaking apart just enough to get the word out. "can i— please, can i come? wanna, ah, wanna come, please, ple—"
he interrupts himself with a helpless whimper, because you've just dug your fingers into the wound again. his cock twitches harshly in your hand.
"come for me, peter," you murmur softly, "be a good boy."
and that's what does it for him, a drawn-out cry escaping him at the praise. the coil in his stomach snaps, and he paints your hand and his shirt with his cum.
when he's coming down, he notices that his wound is almost completely healed—superpowers, and all that. but the tingling sensation of your bruising hands stays with him for much longer.
My next set of preferences will be focusing on MCU Characters favorite parts of themselves, and of you. Would y’all like the spicy applications of BOTH included in each description? 👀
Yes please omg
Noooo keep it more wholesome
Remaining time: 6 days 7 hours
As it stands, it will include Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker, and Peter Quill in the first part. Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Shuri, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Carol Danvers will be in part 2.
So apparently the very few people who read my hotchreid x reader Drabble wanted more writing from me so I’ve decided to open my requests for what yall want to see. I’m probably mostly gonna write smut or fluff but very rarely angst. When requesting please say which character, what situation, and any reader specific details if applicable.
Fandoms I write
-Marvel
-JJK
-The Batfam
-Criminal Minds
- Star Wars
-maybe Resident Evil
Things I WILL NOT WRITE
-Noncon/rape
-abuse of any kind
-anything related to bodily fluids or functions other than spit or cum
benjamin poindexter and having a partner that is into exhibitionism. they actually do it on purpose when they leave the curtains open while they change, because they know dex is somewhere outside, watching them. they do it on purpose when they start touching themselves, facing the window, putting on a show for their boyfriend. the phone rings and dex's voice echoes in the apartment: “keep doing that. yeah, just like that. touching yourself for me, are you?” and they do. they are clearly doing this just for him, just to hear him panting on the phone as he is jerking off to the view of their body.
How about a BLACKED Emma Frost using her mind control to get Sue Storm and Rogue to cheat on their partners and get them hooked on BBC?
Lewd topics lie below!
CW: Raceplay
It's not like Emma didn't try to convince them beforehand. Unfortunately, no matter how many times the White Queen recounted her many past exquisitely steamy encounters with well-endowed black men, the two wives just wouldn't entertain the idea of going behind their either of their husband's backs. At least, outwardly they wouldn't.
Emma glanced into both of their minds and saw the temptation within both of them. Thoughts of the Black Panther took up most of Sue's mind, which was no doubt a result of the Fantastic Four's strong relationship with Wakanda and it's King. Though, to be fair, Emma's story of her last business venture to Wakanda eventually bringing her to King T'Challa's bedroom might've helped fuel those less than pure thoughts.
Meanwhile, Rogue was much more focused on the telepath's tales of long nights spent with a certain Daywalker; According to Emma, Blade wielded a secret third "weapon" even more awe-inspiring than his Ancestral Sword or Sword of Dracula. Anna Marie bit her lip at the idea of inviting the vampire hunter to a long and intimate sparring session before eventually stopping herself from fantasizing any further.
Both women always prevented themselves from truly crossing that line and it drove Emma mad. They were letting absurd concepts such as loyalty and conformity chain them down, preventing them from experiencing true bliss.
The White Queen would not be having that.
All that these poor ladies needed was a push in the correct direction~
Emma watched with amusement as a look of realization hit both of her friends.
"Y-Y'know what, you may... have a point, Emma." Sue bit her lip and blushed as images of the King of Wakanda and his royally-endowed shaft suddenly appeared in her mind, covering up any useless thoughts she was having before.
"Yeah ah... ah'm kind of thinkin' the same..." Rogue made a similar expression, sighing dreamily while she thought of Eric Brook's thick and meaty lower blade, as well as the nearly endless stamina that Emma claimed the Daywalker had.
"Glad to hear it~ Now, I'd be quick if I were you! You two aren't the only lucky ladies to hear about my sexual escapades. It's only natural that you'll have some competition." That was all Sue and Rogue needed to hear before they each went on their ways to do what they both should've done a long time ago.
Description: Venom embraces his feral urges and uses his symbiote tendrils to hold Squirrel Girl in place as he gapes her asshole with his 19-inch member. Doreen is effectively tethered to Venom for the entire match as he drains her power to boost his own attack damage.
——————
"...... There's no way that's an actual team u— Eep!" Doreen was corrected as Venom's slimy black tendril grabbed each of her limbs and lifted her in front of the long tongued beast himself. Then, the symbiotic beast tore off her shorts and spread her thick freckled cheeks.
"We have been looking forward to exploring your insides~" Venom snarls as a long and hard mass presses against her asshole.
"O-Oh... nuts."
By the end of the match, Doreen had gained a new permanent teammate.
( +18 ) mdni / smut headcanons. afab!reader. inspired from the song seven by junkook ft. latto ; how peter would fuck you throughout the week. established relationship. praise. power exchange. multiple orgasms. oral sex (both receiving). deep-throating. body worship. light hair pulling. multiple positions throughout the week. neck kissing. petnames. overstimulation. wrist restraint (with webs). creampie.
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MONDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ Peter has you laying on your stomach, ass up in the air while his strong hands are holding your position, not letting you move one inch. His cock is buried deep inside your leaking pussy, balls slapping against your clit which is already sensitive from multiple orgasms. His stamina will always surprise you, especially when it comes to fucking you right. Moans are echoing in the room, bringing embarrassment to you, due to how much noise you are making. Peter groans loudly, praising you quietly for how good you are taking him. It lasts for hours, forming sweat on your skin, muscles aching afterwards.
TUESDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ One of his hands is in your hair, fingers curling to the back of your head as you take more of his fat cock inside your mouth; deep-throating him. Peter hissed at the feeling, “Ah—Ah, yes, just like that, baby…” His eyes are half-lidded as he watches you, your nose pressed against his base for a second as you gag and pull away. Thick threads of saliva are connecting his mushroom tip to your lips. A smile breaks on your face and Peter blushes. “You're so pretty like that, taking all of me.” You don't reply, just take his shaft back inside your mouth, curling your tongue around his girth.
WEDNESDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ Peter's strong hands are buried into the fat of your thighs as he keeps you against the wall, nails scratching at your skin each time he lowers you onto his fat cock, your pussy hungrily squeezing him. Your juices are mixing, creating squelching noises that echoes in the room, soon followed by moans. Your hands are running through his hair, pulling on it so hard that Peter curses. “So good! You're so good, baby. S—Shit!” His forehead presses against your shoulder as his bulbous head rubs against your g-spot, making you wetter than you were before.
THURSDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ His hands are strong as they part your thighs open wider to give him a better access to your sloppy cunt. Moans are leaving your mouth without any shame; the pleasure is too much for your body and the bed creaks when you squirm around once more. Peter is too busy burying his tongue past your folds, licking your juice that is also coating his chin and lips to mind the noises you are making. On the contrary, his fingers tightening around your thighs are almost saying for you to get louder. His tongue circles your clit, lips sucking onto it as you finally come in his mouth.
FRIDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ “Please, move… Please, baby!” Your boyfriend whines in your ear as your pussy just squeezes him tightly, your breasts pressed against his pectorals as you get slowly into position, squirming on his lap. “Don't be so whiny, Peter.” You tease, starting to slowly lift yourself up and down on his cock, juices leaking to his balls which makes them stick to your ass. Peter gasps, strong hands grabbing your hips as you ride him with focus. He doesn't realize but he's using his strong hands to lift you up, using you like a toy but you don't mind, your muscles aching less. “You feel so good! So good... Shit.” He cries, cock twitching inside you.
SATURDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ The sheets are sticking to your side as sweat dampen the fabric after so many efforts; it's your third orgasms already and your inner-thighs are a mess you can't ignore. Peter's torso is pressed against your back, one of his hands holding your left leg up just for his cock to stretch deeper inside you. The smell of sweat, sex and perfume hits your nose, making you more fuzzy than before. Your boyfriend whispers praises in your ear, kissing your neck with each thrusts of his hips; “You're doing so good for me.”, “I told you I'd... fuck you right.” or even, “My girl... My pretty girl...” with groans mixing to his voice.
SUNDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ You can't help but try and tug on your wrists but Peter's webs are stronger than you imagined, especially now that he mutated. After all, you asked for it, saying it would add spice and God, it does. Your back is creating a dull thud each time Peter thrusts inside your leaking pussy; his thick load dripping already from a previous orgasm but he couldn't help himself from bringing you closer to climax for a third time. His mushroom tip rubbed your g-spot, strong hands holding your calves in the air so he had space to fuck you. Cries escaped your mouth, moans mixing with his whines as you both came at the same time, his semen filling you up once more.
