you start panicking, realising he's going to have field day with your pictures. he was going to just go around as per usual and kill bad guys but looks like destiny has other plans. he lets out an audible gasp when he sees your text.
[you]: image
he was expecting anything but that from you and you were about to delete it until you see his response.
[wade]: you look so fucking good
[you]: wtf dude
[wade]: wait! don't delete it!
[you]: i'm crying. that wasn't meant for you but whatever ig...
you were going to delete it since he was only your guy best friend, but you opted not to because what's done is done and you can't delete the image off his mind.
he was already halfway through his route to wherever he's going that apparently has all the bad guys he needs to beat for the day. that was until you blessed him with the picture of you that's already permanently engraved itself onto his mind.
he's quick to hide into a dark alley, opening just enough of his pants to let his cock free. a hand latches onto his member, gripping tightly as he starts to rub himself up and down, hips jolting into action along with his arm.
letting out soft moans, he throws his head back until it hits the wall, but he doesn't stop. he continues giving himself a hand job, the next best alternative to relief himself rather than barging into your office and fucking you silly.
the friction is adequate— not nearly as good as the warmth of your walls. the knot in his abdomen tightens, and he speeds up, fucking his cock into his hand faster until he could feel his orgasm approaching. then he busts.
"oh fuck, [name]..." he moans while his cum starts coating his hand, body unmoving. he stays leaning on the walls, panting for air, then a thought pops up into his head.
if it wasn't meant for him, then who?
spoiler: it's meant for your other bestfriend. lowk saw this on tt and just started writing whatever.
frank always seems to know what you’re up too. even your most private moments with a certain neighbor.
fuck buddies, use of pet names, age gap, no use of y/n, frank is a little bit toxic, fingering
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“mmgh! p-peter fuck!” you threw your head back against the mattress as pathetic moans spewed from your lips.
peter’s cock thrusted inside your wet cunt with a hypnotic rhythm. his brows pinched tightly groaning between breathless pants as his fingers dug into your plush hips. your stomach twisted in knots as a familiar warmth grew. sweat dripped down your forehead as your moans echoed so loudly you were sure you would get a noise complaint.
the two of you had been secretly hooking every once in a while. mostly when things between you and frank were rough and you needed a little stress relief. yeah sure peter was a little inexperienced but after the first couple of awkward meet ups, god did he fell good. not as good as frank obviously. that man was absolutely feral when it came to sex.
“shit.... you feel so good” he muttered under his breath, his pace quickened pushing your back deeper into the mattress.
you could feel your climax grow closer and closer with each thrust. your cunt gripped around peter tighter as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.
buzz!
then the vibration of your phone shattered your focus, the tension in your abdomen immediately died down. your eyes shot open shifting to your buzzing phone. the call couldn’t have come at a worse time.
“don’t answer” peter groaned.
the moment the phone stopped buzzing, it went off again. and again. and again. each vibration killing the mood. until finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. grabbing your phone you went to silence it until you saw the caller id.
“it’s frank i have to answer it” you felt your annoyance grow.
peter came to halt as he looked at you like he had seen a ghost.
“i thought you said you two were broken up?” peter whispered, panic quickly creeping into his voice.
the phone rang again, and you rolled your eyes.
“no, i said we were broken up” you corrected, making sure to emphasize the word, “were as in used to be.”
peter slid his hands down his face, “oh god he’s going to kill me.”
the sheer panic on peter’s face was almost amusing. you never understood why the two didn’t get along. letting out an innocent oops you finally answered the phone.
“what do you want frank? i’m busy.”
looking back up at peter you gave him a wink. he was flushed and his hair disheveled. chest rising and falling like he was barely holding himself together. you tugged the front of his shirt and yanked him down toward you pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips.
“busy doing what? fucking your neighbor?” his voice is so firm and gravelly, how could you peter not freak out.
you pulled away from peter.
“i’m at work i don’t have time for this” you hissed.
“is that so?” he hummed.
suddenly the glass window by your bed shattered. instantly you recognized who it was. sitting up you leaned over the side of the bed frame and out your window. there you spotted frank on a rooftop. peering through the scope of his riffle. waving at you.
“sure doesn’t seem like your at work.”
“are you seriously spying me. you’re actually insane frank” clearly irritated, your eyes narrowed in disbelief.
“you’re the one having sex with your curtains open for the entire city to see” although you couldn’t see it you could hear the shit eating grin in his voice.
“i hate you so much.”
“love you more princess, now put the guy who’s fuckimg my girl on the phone.”
peter looked at you with fear in his eyes. shaking his head as you began to hand the phone over to him. not giving him much room to protest any longer because the phone was already in his grasp and against his ear.
“if you wanted to bang my slut so bad the least you could do is ask” frank laughed, it was heavy and cocky.
“look i-i’m sorry man” peter froze, like he’s trying very hard to come with an excuse that would get him in the least amount of trouble, “i didn’t know you two were still together. i would never get with someone—”
quickly you snatched the phone right out of his hand.
“leave us alone frank!” and hung up. discarding the phone onto the night stand.
huffing you grumbled something about frank being an idiot under your breath.
soon the bedroom door crashed open, causing you to snap your head towards the commotion. and to no one’s surprise in walked frank as if he owned the place. how did he get to your apartment so fast? lord knows.
“seriously you’re going to hang up on me like that?”
peter was quick to cover himself with the sheets. desperately searching for his boxers.embarrassment flashed wildly across his face like he might break under the weight of it. he stood there unsure of what to do as the two of you argued.
“uh… should i go?” awkwardly peter glanced between you.
“get the hell out of here kid” pointing the gun at peter, frank motioned towards the door.
peter went to say another series of apologies but quickly closed his mouth. gathering his belongings and hurrying out your apartment in just his boxers.
once the door finally clicked shut frank turn towards you. his face held that usual scowl.
“him?” he looked around in disbelief, “seriously, out of everyone you could have fucked you chose him?”
you crossed your arms, huffing as you looked away. you sat in stubborn silence, lips pressed into a displeased frown.
“c’mon. what do you even see him?”
“he gentle.”
frank scoffed, “look i don’t care who you fuck as long as it’s not him.”
your head snapped in his direction,“you can’t tell me what to do.”
there was a challenging glint in your eyes. and if there’s one thing frank loves is proving you wrong. that familiar flare in his eyes that says i dare you.
“at least peter knows how to make me come” flashing that smug smile you taunted frank.
that was the last straw. without a second thought frank yanked you down by your ankles. you gasped as your legs were hoisted up onto frank’s shoulders.
“what was that now?” leaning down he grips your chin tightly. jerking your head side to side.
you would be lying if you said you weren’t soaking wet. clit throbbing in anticipation at what will come next. your opened but your mind blanked, everything happened so fast. frank scoffed, sliding two in your mouth he commanded you to suck them. which you obediently obliged. after they were coated in a thick layer of saliva he brought them down to your pussy. teasing at the folds of your entrance you shudder under his touch.
his finger shoved inside you when you least expected it. gasping you felt your heart flutter. as frank went deeper you whined. nails clawing bedsheets as you desperately but poorly attempted to conceal your moans.
“you don’t even deserve my dick” he spat.
clamping a hand around your mouth. his thick fingers pumping against your gummy walls. greedily being sucked in. the way he stared down you with such intensity caused to to crumble.
“i bet i satisfy you better with my finger than he could with his dick?”
when you didn’t respond he quickened up his pace. moans silenced against the palm of his hand. he growls lowly, watching with satisfaction.
“mghmm!”
your words muffled by his hand, spit pooling and dripping out the corners of your mouth. you looked like an utter wretch just from his fingers. it was all the confirmation frank needed.
you couldn't remember the last time you had felt so stuffed. everything felt so hot and sticky, your body coated in a thin layer of sweat. desperately grinding your hips down to fuck every inch of his fingers. as your cunt clenched around him frank knew yiu were close.
you could see franks lips moving yet couldn’t understand a single word. not when he’s fuckimg you into the to the pint of seeing stars. knowing him it’s probably some cocky retort
soon liquid squirted all over frank’s fingers. when he didn’t stop your eyes widen, every little touch left you moaning. tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as all the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. the only sound in the room was the wet noises from your cunt.
your abdomen burned under his touch as he violently pumped in and out of you repeatedly through orgasm after orgasm. each one hitting you like rouge wave. until your body was nothing but a trembling mess.
leaning down close enough where you could feel his breath against your cheek he whispered lowly.
“say i can’t make you come, i dare you.”
leaving the room he left you there, exposed and completely fucked out of your mind.
i’m fat but i haven’t specifically written a fat!reader yet so this is how i imagine some avengers would react to a fat!reader sexually
avenger/fat!reader; gender neutral!reader; there’s some fetishization or kink stuff for some of them (esp. yelena and loki); challenged fatphobia; mentioned dysmorphia (steve); autosexuality mentioned (tony); asexuality mentioned (steve); gratuitous use of the word “bitch”
includes: tony stark, yelena belova, peter parker, thor odinson, steve rogers, james bucky barnes, loki odinson, clint barton, frank castle
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₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ tony
You’d think Tony wouldn’t be into someone bigger, but Tony got tired of fucking the same kind of body pretty early in his life. His money and status made sex easily available, and so he wanted it all the time, from any type of person. A skinny bitch, a fat bitch, a bitch in between; the body didn’t matter for Tony as much as the number and experience. He wanted to fuck everyone in the world. If the chemistry was there, and it almost always was, then he was going to fuck you, with your consent, of course.
When he meets you, he notices your weight the way one might notice your hairstyle. Quite a bit autosexual, Tony’s main attraction is to people who are attracted to Tony. As soon as he catches your eyes on his body—when you think he isn’t looking—he’s hooked. He wants your eyes all over him, and he will not rest until he gets to be inside you, performing for you, showing you Tony Stark continues to be a playboy not because of his wealth, but because of his sexual skills.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ yelena
It’s hard for Yelena to take weight and body type seriously as even something to talk about. She’ll fuck the shit out of any bitch. For her, the most important thing is the connection. She wants to feel close with whomever she’s with. She wants to enter that blissful state of mindlessness that comes with really good sex, and she cares more about making that happen than she cares about the body of the person she’s bringing it to.
There is one exception to this. In the very rare instance when she wants to be taken care of, she wants a big caregiver to hold her in their arms. As long as they are bigger than her, it counts, whether it’s 10lbs or 300lbs heavier. She wants the softness of their embrace before sex, and a long, warm cuddle after.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ peter
As precious as Peter was, you believed he was fatphobic. You decided people as wildly sexy as him could never like a fat person. You didn’t bother allowing your eyes to graze his body. You avoided looking at his abs when his shirt hitched up a bit. If someone asked you to describe what Peter looked like, you probably wouldn’t be able to outside of a basic outline, because you treated him the way you decided he probably treated you.
You were completely incorrect. Peter stared at you constantly, spoiled by the fact that you never noticed. As your eyes darted away from him, he took in the details of you. He loved the way your stomach looked in form-fitting clothes. He was obsessed with your hips and thighs. If you ever wore a shirt that showed a bit of chest, he was beside himself, having to think about roadkill or spider videos to get his cock not to engorge.
You tried so hard to never take up any of his space, but on the rare occasion your body was against his, he fucking quivered. He wanted so badly to touch you, he once even pretended to bump into you. That night, he could not stop jerking off for hours.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ thor
Thor loved himself a fat bitch. Thor had fucked so many being from so many different species that he got excited like a kid on holiday when he saw a body that he hadn’t seen before. Small breasts on a large frame? He’s here for it. No ass but thick legs? Fuck him up. For him, it was all about the drama, the specialness of every individual, the thing that made you unique in a crowd.
Having been fat at one point himself, he could not understand fatphobia. Jokes about other people’s bodies went completely over his head. He loved bodies! He loved people! Sex with him was a celebration. He wished he could do it in public. If you were to ask him to engage in some exhibition with you, he’d happily comply, loving your fat body where everyone could see.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ steve
Steve is still so fucking uncomfortable with having a body himself. He feels like he is wearing a muscle suit rather than having a different body than the one he grew up in.
He borders on asexual, having a really low sex drive and very little interest in anyone. He was also still not used to being an object of other people’s desires.
His relationship to your body is mostly of surprise turning into delight. Sitting next to you feels exciting, as seats are typically not designed for your size; he gets to feel your hip or your leg or your arm pleasantly intruding on his space. He adores forced proximity and always jumps at an opportunity for it. The two of you are known to sit together on missions, to the point people will avoid an empty seat beside either of you because they don’t want to interfere.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ bucky
Ever since he lost his arm, Bucky’s experience of touch became exquisite. He was always comparing what he felt with his right versus his cybernetic arm. For him, being intimate with a fat person was all about the feelings; the softness of the fat. He loved to fondle and squeeze you. If you could bruise, you would be covered in bruises because of how often he gripped and grabbed at you.
He was obsessed with how the bigger parts of you tended to be colder, and would just rub on your cold, soft skin until he was able to get it warm.
There was rarely a moment when the two of you were in private during which he wasn’t touching you. His favorite moment of the day was when he had you on his couch, your bare legs in his lap, and he could caress your legs for hours while you watched your favorite shows.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ loki
Loki is the one who most struggles to find the sweet spot between fetishizing and just enjoying your body. He finds it difficult not to worship your fatness because of how different it is, not from other people’s bodies, but from his own.
He loves the way different materials rest against your body. He dresses you constantly, from Asgardian to Midgardian fashions. For every holiday, his deepest desire is a new boudoir photoshoot of you.
He uses his sorcery illusions to give himself a bigger body and it excites him. This pisses you off, because he seems to experiment with fatness like a costume. He listens when you remind him about what and how and why what he did or said was fucked up. But Loki is fun to have make-up sex with after a heated debate. A part of you wonders if he only did it to get a rise out of you in the first place.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ clint
Clint related everything having to do with bigger bodies with Laura’s pregnancies. He feels confused when he sees a pregnant body that has barely changed. He loved the way Laura’s body transformed when she was pregnant. He constantly gave her massages and learned how to best care for her when any parts of her body swelled. He developed his fondness for bigger bodies because of this.
So when he sees you on the app for people who are ethnically non-monogamous, he’s immediately smitten. He’s immediately attracted to your body. He goes to Laura to show off all your photos. After the two of you get to know each other some more, he asks for your consent to share with her your flirty little texts.
₊ ⟡˙ ⋆ ˚ frank
Frank knew he wasn’t “supposed to” be attracted to anyone who didn’t appear “conventionally” pretty, but he often found himself lusting after people who didn’t meet the stereotypes that would be approved of by his family and friends.
After a common phase of watching pornography with big breasts, his fucking favorite, he deviated into porn with people who had fat bodies. No matter what other phases he went through with his porn, those two categories is what he referred to as his “old faithful”s in his head.
He didn’t want you to know he was attracted to you. Regardless of your weight, that was something Frank wouldn’t have wanted anyone to know. But you constantly caught his eyes on you. He seemed to lower his volume a bit whenever you entered a room. When the two of you were assigned to work together, he rarely, if ever rolled his eyes.
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summary: you catch peter masturbating with your underwear and mildly emotionally torture him by having him recollect how this came to be
notes: sexually inexperienced peter parker, mild pervert peter parker, femdom reader, underwear, scents & smells, masturbation, humiliation, teasing, mild mind games, mild power play, mild cunt worship
“So all I have to do is walk you through it and you’ll forgive me?” Peter asked you as the two of you stood in the laundry room at the end of the apartment you rented with Ned.
“Yup,” you reassured him. “I’ve technically already forgiven you, and this is just going to be really fun for me, but yeah.”
His eyes narrowed a little at you as he thought but then he stepped further into the laundry room.
“Okay, uh, so, I guess I was in here, doing laundry.”
You smiled. “Excellent narration, Peter, I’ve riveted.”
He looked at you. “Am I supposed to also be entertaining as I humiliate myself for you?” he laughed nervously.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just a fly on the wall. Please, continue.” You raised your hands innocently.
“I was doing the laundry, for all of us, might I add, because I was trying to be a good roommate and take some of the workload off the two of you.”
You stayed quiet but your expression gave the look of oh, wow, thank you for everything you do for us, unemployed roommate who is home all day anyway. But with love.
“And when I was doing your laundry, one item of your clothing fell out and I picked it up.”
“An item of clothing?” you asked with your mocking smile and a raised eyebrow. “Please, Peter, for the sake of accuracy, please tell the jury,” you pointed to thin air because it was obviously just you and Peter in the room, “what item of clothing was this?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slumping. “You know what it was.”
You tilted your head. “I thought you were doing this so I’d forgive you.”
“I thought you already forgave me,” he teased you back.
“Maybe I’m changing my mind.” He shouldn’t have.
He looked up and sighed again. “A pair of your underwear fell out of the stack of clothes.”
“A pair of my underwear!” you said loudly, as if you were a dramatic movie lawyer. “And what was the state of this underwear, Mr. Parker?”
You were happy to see he couldn’t keep from smiling. “It was used.”
You tapped your lips with a finger, pretending to think. “Well, yes, it was in my dirty clothes hamper. So it was used. That means I wore it and all of my different odors and bacteria and all sorts of other gross stuff was on it. So that’s where it belonged, correct, in the washing machine? And where did it not belong, Mr. Parker?”
“In my hand.”
“Yes, of course, it did not belong in your hand. And you said it fell from the rest of the pile. So what did you do with it, Mr. Parker? Did you return it to my dirty hamper?” you asked, though you knew the answer.
“No, I did not,” he sighed and allowed you to keep playing your little game, the lightest shade of pink beginning to color his cheeks again. When you’d originally found him, he was magnificently flushed red.
“What did you do with it next?” you got out of your loud lawyer voice and spoke normally now.
“I-” he hesitated.
You didn’t know the details of how the rest of this went. You waited.
“I brought it to my face,” he said.
Your eyebrows raised. “Still in the laundry room?”
“Yes. Almost immediately. Before I even knew what I was doing. I saw them, separated from everything else. I saw the,” he swallowed nervously, looking down at the underwear in his hand, “residue on them. And I was curious about what it was and so I sniffed them.”
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms for comfort more than defense. You waited.
“I- my high school girlfriend and I weren’t together long. I was curious. I don’t have a lot of experience with- And I didn’t realize what I was doing until a few minutes passed. It almost put me in a trance.”
You stayed quiet, enjoying his retelling, hoping that he would continue to divulge more without having to be playfully bullied or otherwise prompted.
“I got into this headspace of thinking about you and all of the things I didn’t know about you and your body and before I knew it, I wasn’t in the laundry room anymore.”
You stepped away from the doorframe. “Show me,” you encouraged.
He was brave enough to make eye contact with you as he walked past you out of the laundry room. He took your hand in the one of his that wasn’t holding your underwear. As he led you, you started to realize that his recollecting was turning you on and making you wet, which felt like a vicious cycle. You get wet, he plays with your panties, you get wet watching him, when did it end?! He stopped in front of the door to his bedroom.
“My intentions were pure, I thought,” he told you, squeezing your hand a little before letting it go to walk over to his insane computer set-up. “I came back to my room and got on the computer to do some research. I asked some questions. I watched some videos. Truly scientific stuff. What is in the, uh, wetness female bodies produce. I was studying.” His lack of using clinical words really didn’t make it seem like he was studying, but you actually believed him, because he was a delightfully huge nerd.
You removed his pillow from his bed and sat there instead, preparing for the next part of the demonstration.
“But the smell was driving me crazy,” he turned suddenly to look at you. “I came over here, and lied down like this,” he lied down on his bed, his head in your lap looking up at you. “I- I was really excited from the scent of you and the information I was learning, and the combination of the things together.” He looked down, and you followed his gaze. His cock was straining against his pants.
He unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down, to his knees, and then kicked them off the rest of the way. His socks were already off when you came home and found him like this.
He looked up at you like he wanted feedback about what you thought about his cock. You were mesmerized by it. You stared intentionally and licked your lips, hoping it would make him blush even more.
It did.
“What happened next, Peter?” you encouraged, starting to pet him, brushing his hair with your fingers and his skin lightly with your nails. He closed his eyes for a moment, obviously enjoying your touch.
He opened his eyes to look up at you again, looking so fucking submissive. “I pressed your underwear to my face, like this,” he demonstrated holding it balled up against his nose with his hand. “And I was so turned on, I started jerking off, like- like this,” he palmed the head of his cock for you, looking up to gauge your approval.
You bit your lip and let out a delighted sound.
“That was really inappropriate, Peter,” you said; your tone was kind, and your hand caressing his head made him feel safe and cared for. You were judging his actions, but not his character.
“I know,” he admitted, continuing to show you what he’d been doing. “I started to feel so close to you. I wondered about what turned you on, what made you emit the substance, and I got these intrusive thoughts telling me I shouldn’t think about you that way. You’re- my roommate and my friend.” His eyes were glassy and a tear fell down.
You continued to pet him, adding a soft shushing noise, trying to continue to comfort him. “We are very, very good friends,” you told him. “I care about you very much.”
He moved his hand down his cock to stroke himself.
“What else did you think about, Peter?” you whispered to him softly, loving the sight of him like this.
He moaned, arching his back a little as he jerked off for you. “I thought maybe you thought about me when you got-”
“When I got what, Peter?”
“When you got … wet.”
“I do think about you and get wet, Peter. I’m wet right now.”
He shuddered and bit down on your underwear, looking up at you with his teary eyes and his raised brows. His nostrils were flaring as his breathing intensified.
“Do you like the way that tastes, Peter?” you prompted.
He nodded and took the underwear out of his mouth. “I was worried if I licked too much of it, I wouldn’t be able to smell it anymore,” he admitted.
You sighed happily at his confession. “You’re the most adorable little pervert in the world, did you know that?” you chuckled.
He laughed, increasing his speed.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Peter. You can smell me and taste me any time you like,” you told him.
The tears made his eyes look like they were sparkling. He groaned and panted, precum coating the top of his cock.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you!” he blurted.
He always made you smile and laugh. He was so fucking cute in all his awkward messiness. When you had caught him doing this earlier, your immediate response was to worry that you missed most of the show. That was the real reason you were making him humiliate himself for you now, so you could enjoy every moment of this man lusting pathetically after you.
“I’m going to come,” he said, as if he was asking for permission.
“You’re such a good guy, Peter. You’re a really good roommate and friend. Come for me, Peter,” you felt so powerful, like he would do anything you told him to do.
He whimpered and groaned and finally came, covering his hand, the hot ejaculate dripping down onto the rest of his cock and onto his pelvis.
You leaned over as he was catching his breath and his eyes followed you. You dipped a finger in his jizz and coated your bottom lip with it, then slowly licked it off while he watched. You made a gentle mmmm sound for him.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he confessed, still panting and red.
You thought for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’re lonely and inexperienced and I eat so much crap that my pussy tastes like honey.”
He laughed. “Maybe you can say something about how you feel? About me?”
“That’s too easy. I don’t just give love confessions away for free. You’ll have to make me.”
Peter narrowed his eyes a little bit at you again, and to your surprise, he overpowered you in seconds, pulling you down on the bed like you weighed nothing, and pinning you under him.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” you chuckled. “I love a little power play. You might be weirdly stronger than me, Peter Parker, but I’ll always win the mind games rounds.”
“How many rounds are there going to be?” he laughed nervously.
You grinned and lifted your head to kiss him.
He melted so quickly against you and you thought you might just win the physical rounds as well.
Peter Parker, being the gentleman that he is - always offers to help you with your shoes. Whether that is tying or untying laces, slipping on some heels, or making sure your manicure doesn't get messed up by your sandals. He also does this because he loves your plush, round thighs. But this is one of the times that he gets a little carried away.
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You had just shut the fridge shut with a sigh. It was basically empty aside from the half empty bottle of mayonnaise, jar of pickles, and a carton of orange juice. But of course, those three ingredients wouldn't make the most appetizing dinner.
Shuffling towards the couch, you grabbed your purse and grabbed your house keys from its designate spot on the key hook. The jangling of keys alerted Peter that you were leaving. You watched as he rounded the corner from your shared bedroom and halted right in front of where you stood.
"Pete, do you need anything from the store?" you asked, hanging the lanyard that held your keys around your neck.
"Err, Eggos and frozen chicken tenders." Your boyfriend replied and you offered him a small laugh. "What?" he chuckled, "They're easy to make and eat in like five minutes," he defended.
"I'll make sure that I grab some," you nodded, turning to the shoe rack and reaching for a pair of converses but with a single thwip, Peter beat you to it.
With your sneakers in his hands, he kneeled before you and patted his thigh. You instinctively raised your leg and propped your foot gently on his thigh.
Peter tugged on the tongue of your shoes and loosened the laces a tad. Gently, he took hold of the back of your calf and raised your leg slightly to help you slide your foot into the sole. This always made butterflies flutter in your stomach. Especially on this summer day when you decided to wear a short dress to beat the heat.
Peter watched your heel sink into place before quickly tying your laces. Then he moved onto the other leg, doing the same patting motion and lacing up your sneaker. But instead of letting your leg drop to the ground, he just held it steady on his thigh.
"Peter, you're going to get your pants dirty." you warned, thinking of the shoe marks that you were going to have to wash off of it later.
"I just like seeing you like this," your boyfriend beathed as his hands glided up and down your leg.
From this angle, Peter got a great view of the lace underwear you shimmied on after your shower this morning. And the best part? it was red, his favorite color.
"I gotta head out before the store gets busy," You remind him, trying to muster up reasons to free yourself from this trap.
Your boyfriend's hand hiked up your skirt and goosebumps bloomed atop of your skin. He grabbed your ass, giving it a greedy squeeze before hooking a finger around the waist band of your underwear. Filled with anticipation, you watched as Peter wordlessly slid your panties down your leg.
"The groceries can wait baby," Peter insisted in almost a whisper as he threw them god knows where.
Pressing a hand to the wall, you tried to maintain balance as Peter kept a firm grip on your hip. You were already aware that a bruise would form later because of it.
Carefully, he placed your propped leg over his shoulder, moving dangerously close to your slick covered cunt. Your breathing hitched at the closeness, feeling your boyfriend’s hot breath on your lips.
"You're soaked baby," Peter chuckled before dragging his middle finger down the crevice of your folds.
You watched as he pulled his hand back and string of your arousal clung to his finger. Hungrily, he licked his finger before moving back to your pussy lips.
A moan breached past your lips as Peter slipped two digits past your folds and into your core. His grasp became an anchor around your waist after you jolted at the pleasurable feeling.
He pumped them slow but with precision, making sure to curl his fingers against your walls. You pursed your lips as you watched Peter work your cunt.
Countless "Peter", "Yes, like that", and "You feel so good inside me"s made your boyfriend smirk with pride. He loved watching you give into his touch and never getting enough of the pretty words that left your lips.
Peter scooted forward just enough that he was directly under your dripping cunt. His eyes never tearing away from yours as he dropped his jaw and inched closer to your throbbing core.
As soon as his tongue came in contact with your clit, your hand went straight for his already messy hair. You yanked at the roots of his brown hair as your hips moved in sync with his tongue.
Peter groaned as he watched you get lost on his tongue. The vibration shooting through you like a firework. Your moans were on a continuous loop as he sucked your sensitive bud.
Just as though it couldn't get any better, Peter inserted his fingers once more. You whimpered something incoherent at the sensation, not even sure if it was even words that just escaped your throat.
"You close baby?" Peter asked, pulling away from your clit momentarily.
With no words forming in your mind, your hand pushed his head back in between your legs. Your boyfriend didn't need to be instructed anymore and kept working your pussy.
Peter pumped his finger into your walls relentlessly and started flicking your bud with his tongue. The orgasm that came barreling through your core made your legs quake. But Peter made sure to keep you in place.
And even as you came, his tongue didn't cease to work on you. He began lapping up the wetness of your high, making you shiver at the overwhelming feeling.
You watched as Peter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You were breathless after he pulled away with a smile.
"Don't forget my waffles baby," he said and clicked his tongue, with finger guns pointed at you.
You were left speechless in the entry way of your apartment, wondering about how the hell you were going to focus on making dinner after getting ate out by your boyfriend.
summary: pepper and tony, married and polyamorous, decided it was time for you and tony to make your relationship official; like any normal person, you have a crush on a cartoon character from a musical tv show; pepper helps tony plan a really interesting first date and first gift for you based on this interest of yours
poly/ENM tony/pepper; poly/ENM tony/reader; reader/broadway actor; f!reader she/they; x-man!reader; avenger!reader; reader is cute and squeaky; lots of mentions of squirting; reader and tony call each other “babe”; crude-ish reference to a hysterectomy; ejaculate; doggy style; aftercare; x-men sads; joke about cuck chair; broadway; musicals
You’d been fucking Tony for years now, sporadically, no big deal. A dozen or so times, even Pepper was involved. It was something everybody knew about. The other Avengers, obviously, were the first; and then very quickly, because of Tony’s popularity, the rest of the world.
You had gained some popularity in your own right, being the newest Avenger. You were technically a mutant X-man, but your powers weren’t as helpful to their teams. You were a little bit of a telepath, not even able to read minds or necessarily control others, but your flirting worked as a bit of a truth serum, so the Avengers kept you around to play Good Cop whenever they needed.
Every couple of months or so, gossip rags would try to start some trouble for y’all. They would try to make it seem like Tony was cheating, which Pepper would always destroy by bringing one of her many lovers with her to events. The two of them spoke openly and often about their longtime engagements with ethical nonmonogamy. There was very little that stirred them, and therefore little that stirred you, about the gossip. Besides, y’all were Avengers first, celebrities last.
Something that did get Tony a little weirded out would be whenever fans, not the media, would start talking about how good you seemed to be for Tony. Yes, Pepper was amazing for his business and philanthropy, but the real-person fandom narrative was that you were the one who kept him focused on his interests. At some point, Tony had mentioned in an interview how the two of you often shared your hobbies with each other. You would practice your singing and force him to watch musicals, while he felt most inspired to build and create when you were around.
In the past when the fandom was popping off about how good you were for Tony, that was when Tony suddenly had a lot of work to do. He didn’t let you know when he was checking in on you, even though you knew he was still checking in on you. All of the sudden, you were interacting more with Pepper, as if she wanted to reassure you that everything was okay. It was really sweet when she did that for you, but you didn’t necessarily need it. You had a life of your own. You had friends and other lovers. Your life didn’t revolve around Tony Stark.
This week was one of those Fandom Weeks, as you called it, but something was different.
While you were skimming social media for all of the adorable fans’ thoughts, feelings, and hopes about your love life, Tony showed up unannounced. He knocked on your balcony door before letting himself in. You liked how he acted like he didn’t own the place. After the first time he saw the hovel in which you had previously lived, he got you a much better apartment, and you took it without a second thought. Who fucked a billionaire and denied themselves a free apartment? Not you, that’s for sure.
“What’s up, babe?” you asked him, before the two of you exchanged the kind of kiss that did sometimes make you wonder if he saw you as a mistress, because how could the heat still be so palpable between you after all this time?
“Oh, I was just in the area, and wanted to see my babe,” he strolled in, hands on your waist for a moment, and walked over to the kitchen.
“Okay, Mr. In the Area,” you told him, and plopped back down on the couch. He poured the two of you some wine that he kept in your apartment. You literally never drank without him. “Oh, we’re feeling fancy tonight?”
He handed you your glass in exchange for your phone, which you gave him reluctantly. He put it, face down, on the table. He absolutely hated when you were on your phone around him, and it always made you chuckle.
You started sipping at the drink, your long legs sprawled out across the couch. You loved the way he looked at you. You arched your back a little, pretending to need to get settled, and you could see his heartbeat in his throat. The tension between the two of you was electric.
He hadn’t sat down yet, so you prepared yourself for a monologue. Tony typically didn’t sit down until he was at least somewhat finished talking. The wine helped you get through it just as much as it helped him.
Somewhere along the way, he finally said something along the lines of: “and so the missus and I have been wondering if maybe you and I start changing the narrative.”
“That was a beautiful speech, babe, now what the fuck are you talking about?” you downed the rest of your drink.
“You and me, babe. On paper. Tony Stark and the other sexiest Avenger, officially a couple.”
You blinked and sat up straighter. “Tony, babe, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
Tony was incapable of blushing, but his expression was one of the cuter ones you imagined only you and Pepper got to see. “Like I said, Pepper thinks it would be good P.R. and-”
“Anthony Edward Stark, enough with the bullshit,” you moved your hand as if to swat away his words. “I can see the Pepper of it all, but where’s the Tony in this? How would this be any different than what we already have going?”
Tony held your legs up, settled himself down as close to you as possible, and placed your legs over his lap. The way he touched your skin made you feel like a subject, not an object, of desire. Tony had a way of handling you that never let you forget that you’d been fucking and would definitely fuck again.
“Okay, babe, cards on the table. I think I love you,” he finally said, looking at his thumb that was rubbing on your thigh.
You put a hand on your chest, needing a moment to let the shock subside. “You’re not joking,” you said more to yourself than to him.
He inhaled and exhaled. “You know me, always the picture of sincerity,” he tried to relax himself with joking, you imagined.
“Tony,” you whispered, getting off your ass and onto his lap, your arms loosely around his neck. You kissed him and then remembered you should probably say it back. “I love you, too, you absolute mess, oh my gods, I can’t believe this!”
He laughed through your next kisses, and there were many, many of them.
“Did you really Anthony Edward me?” he asked through some of them, his hands exploring your body as if they hadn’t so many hundreds of times already.
“From now on, that’s what I’m going to call you all the time. Oh, well, my boyfriend Anthony Edward said, yadda yadda, you know, when I go to my weekly side piece parties. Oh, the ladies are going to be so jealous!” you joked. “I guess no more side piece parties for me! Now it’s going to be official girlfriend parties only!”
He exhaled again and settled more easily into the couch. “Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, Pepper got us tickets to a Broadway show you’ve apparently been complaining about wanting to see.”
You squeaked, visibly happier about this news than of the announcement that Iron Man is in love with you. “Tonight?” you squeaked again.
“Yes, tonight,” he told you, while you started kissing across his face to his neck. You loved the feeling of his facial hair. You sucked on and licked at and nibbled on his neck until his wandering hands became more manic. “And that’s not even the gift. I have a big surprise for you right after the show.”
You grinded against him, so excited about all of this news.
“Okay, yes, you’re obviously very happy,” he acted as though he wanted you to get off his lap, but he wasn’t putting much effort into actually getting that done.
“You are so good to me,” you whispered between kisses. You started tugging on the bottom of his shirt, hinting that you’d like for him to take it off.
“I promise, you’re going to want to reward me later, babe. Save it. According to Pepper, you’re about you get the gift of your wildest dreams.”
You continued to rub yourself against him. “You are not making me want to fuck you any less, babe.”
“Babe,” he responded. It was a little inside joke between the two of you. At some point you got tired of all the pet names he was capable of and just started calling each other ‘babe’, and nothing else. It felt like a code word between you, a little something you could have that was just for you and not any of his other lovers. You would think that with Pepper and you, Tony wouldn’t find time to fuck any more people, but that would be ridiculous. There would never be a world in which Tony Stark couldn’t easily get laid by someone new.
“Go wear something you would want someone you’ve got the hots for to see you in,” he recommended.
You raised an eyebrow. “Someone someone, or someone you?”
“Not me, and that’s it. That’s the only hint you’re getting about your surprise, and only because you’re being difficult and turning me on.”
You jumped off the couch and hustled to your bedroom. Tony stayed in the living room while you figured out if you wanted to wear a sexy dress or a sexy suit.
So Tony was taking you to Broadway, you tried to figure out the mystery. There was a show playing that you didn’t know much about yet, but the headliner happened to voice act one of your favorite cartoon characters, so you kind of had a non-crush, an indirect or once-removed non-crush on the singer. Judging by Tony’s hinting, you had a feeling he pulled some strings and was going to introduce you to the cast and you could meet this actor. You squealed several more times imagining this as you got dressed.
“I can hear you thinking in there!” Tony yelled to you.
“I’m sorry, babe, I usually try to leave all the thinking to you~” you sang back.
You kissed him several more times on your way down to the limo, and could not get off from his lap on your ride over to the theater. You didn’t like to beg, but even let out a little please, when Tony told you not to put your hand down his pants. “There will be time for this, later, I promise,” he kept saying. He was really certain that whatever he had planned for you was going to blow your mind.
Well, what Pepper probably planned for you, but Pepper was the best metamor in the world and you were so lucky she was yours.
You and Tony got to cut the entire line into the theater. He got you special balcony seats as if you were the hecklers from The Muppets. You tried to touch his cock again for that, but he kept encouraging you to settle down.
The show was magnificent. When your actor non-crush came out, you had to hold Tony’s hand tightly in both of yours and clutched it to your chest. You were starstruck. He was incredible. You felt a little embarrassed even looking directly at him as he performed. And Tony was being a real trooper; he didn’t make fun of you one time during the show, but you weren’t even sure he was paying attention. He could have been asleep with his eyes open for all you knew.
During intermission, you rested your head on Tony’s shoulder and swooned with a sigh. “This is the best gift ever, babe,” you told him.
“This isn’t the gift, babe,” he put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.
An usher stepped onto the stage with a microphone. “I hope you’re all having a lovely time. We appreciate everyone who is here to support our cast and crew. We wanted to also express our deepest gratitude and appreciation to two very important audience members tonight!” Tony nudged you, having been through this kind of thing many times. You sat up quickly. The spotlight fell on the two of you. “Everyone please give a round of applause to our special guests, two of the Avengers and saviors of our city and planet,” and then he shared your names.
You waved happily at the crowd. Some people took photos. Tony stood up and helped you to your feet, as well. He had his arm around your waist. “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our first official date as partners. I finally asked her and she said yes,” he spoke like the American royalty he was. The crowd laughed and cheered.
You actually blushed a little. You still hadn’t gotten used to humans acting like you weren’t a monster, much less acting like you were someone to applaud.
You sat back down, your heart racing. Tony was so good, he gave you a comforting kiss on the side of your head. “In case I didn’t tell you already, you look amazing in your little outfit, babe.”
“Babe~” you whined happily, and nuzzled into him for the second act of the show.
When it was over, you stood up and applauded and cheered wildly, and there was one more embarrassing moment when the spotlight hit the two of you again and even the actors applauded for you. You looked down at your non-crush and you could not believe he was making direct eye contact with you. You squeezed Tony’s hand. And finally, the actors left the stage.
“Oh, my gods!” you squeaked as Tony sat in his chair, fiddling with his phone in a way he would have never let you do during a date. “He looked at me! Ah! He, like, looked directly into my soul,” you felt like a twelve year old at a boy band concert.
“Okay, get ready to fall even more in love with me than you already were,” Tony said, a little more deadpan than felt appropriate for your energy.
You thought Tony was waiting for the rest of the audience to clear out so that the two of you wouldn’t be attacked by fans of your own, so you sat patiently, riding out the high of the excitement of the night. You and Tony had committed to be together. He told you he loved you. He took you on a date that made sense for your interests. You were applauded not once, but twice, by civilians. And somehow Tony believed he still had one last trick up his sleeve.
An usher came out from the curtain behind y’all and so you took Tony’s hand and were led off the balcony; only, you didn’t seem to be walking the same way you came.
You squeaked again, clutching Tony’s arm in both of yours, holding onto him as if for dear life. “Oh my gods, Tony, I’m so fucking nervous.”
“You’re an Avenger,” he chuckled. “Can you try for maybe just a few more minutes, not to be so fucking cute?”
You wanted to stop in your tracks at that comment. Tony had never called you cute before. You guessed a lot of things were going to be different now that you were his girlfriend.
Squeak!
The usher led the two of you to a door. You read the name on it and clung onto Tony’s arm more tightly. As the usher knocked, you started shaking your head. “Oh my gods, oh my gods, ohmygods, ohmygods Tony I can’t do this,” you whispered.
“Ssshhhh, you’re an Avenger, babe. You help save the world. You’re Tony Stark’s girlfriend.”
“That’s your fucking pep talk,” you yell-whispered, “that you’re my boyfriend so I should never have anxiety again for as long as I live?”
“Well, yes,” he smiled and kissed the side of your head again.
“Yes, come in!” your non-crush opened the door to his dressing room. His hair was fresh-out-of-the-shower wet. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and comfortable pants. He had a towel around his neck. “Please excuse the wait. Wow, it is such an honor!” he shook Tony’s hand first, because that was his only option. You were still clinging shyly to Tony’s other arm, like a toddler to their dad. You even hid a little bit behind him.
The usher closed the door to give the three of you privacy.
“You’ll have to excuse my significant other. They have just the biggest crush on you,” Tony sold you down the river.
You let go of his arm and took a step away, with a gasp. “Betrayer!”
“Oh, please, you flatter me,” the star took your hand in both of his and shook it, and then brought your hand to his mouth to kiss. You had never squirted before in your life, but were almost certain you just squirted in your panties. His eyes were locked in yours as he kissed the back of your hand.
“Oh, look at this, I’m getting a phone call. I’ll be right back,” Tony said, before leaning over to whisper in your ear. “I’ll be sitting right outside the door if you need anything. Fuck him and let’s go home.”
“What?” you actually said out loud.
But Tony was gone, and your Broadway star non-crush was still holding your hand.
You exhaled nervously.
“I’m so sorry,” he let go of you. “I believe I’m a little starstruck,” he was feigning shyness to flirt with you. Holy shit, holy shit.
“Get the fuck out of here, I am obsessed with you!” you said and stammered. “I mean not you exactly. Actually, I’m obsessed with [cartoon character he plays]. Not that you’re not very handsome and talented!” Were you even saying words anymore?
“Please, come sit down,” he took your hand again and led you to a large comfortable couch at the side of his dressing room. He sat down next to you, facing you politely, and continued to dry his hair with his towel. “I wish I could say that I’m obsessed with a character you play, but I’m pretty sure I’m just obsessed with you,” he chuckled and you were certain you were dead. “When I was told you and Tony Stark wanted to meet me tonight, I thought I might throw up from the nerves.”
“Shut up,” you would have playfully shoved him, but he was still bold enough to hold your hand.
“Please, please let me know if this is in any way offensive, but could I take a photo of us together?” he asked you.
He wanted a photo with you? Being an Avenger was fucking insane.
You took out your phone. “I think Pepper would kill me if the first photo I posted on social media the day Tony and I got together was of me with another man. I’ll take the photo and post it tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
He nodded and scooted closer to you. He was conventionally gorgeous so he looked good from almost every angle, but you had to pose a little to make yourself look like you belonged in a photo with him. You took a couple of photos together, making silly and typical faces and joking around. For the last one, he asked if he could kiss your cheek and you let him. You probably, maybe, likely squirted again.
“Okay, real talk now,” you put your phone away and stood up from the couch. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“What?” he asked, standing up with you, and then immediately corrected himself. “Yes! Yes, please.”
“Don’t do anything weird because Tony’s literally outside,” you warned him, sliding off your panties and sticking them in your purse.
He looked at the door and then again at you. “Of course.” He actually looked nervous!
“Wait- am I being rude? You must be so tired from your show?”
“Oh, I am not too tired for this,” he stepped closed to you, one hand at your neck and the other at your waist. He kissed you deeply and tasted of mint. He groped at your dress, sliding it higher and higher up your legs until he could touch your bare thighs.
“What can you comfortably bend me over?” you asked him, pulling away from his kisses and looking around the room.
Unphased by the question, and having clearly done this before, he led you around a cute partition and flipped around a chair that was resting behind it. The height of the back of the chair was perfect to bend over, and you leaned forward to rest your elbows at the seat of the chair. You spread your legs apart for him.
“Wait,” you stood up and turned around for a moment. His pants and briefs were already pulled onto the floor, his cock ready for whatever you wanted. “I just wanted to see,” you told him.
“Please,” he stroked himself slowly.
You reached out to touch him and he seemed to melt from it. How strangely starstruck the two of you had been. Now you understood why Tony was keeping you from coming; he wanted to give you a chance to feel feral with your celebrity crush.
Awe, babe, you thought. He was so fucking sweet.
You bent over the chair again and wiggled your butt a little for him. He came up close to you and rubbed his cock against your cunt.
“You said you liked one of my characters,” you felt him using his fingers to spread you open and slide in, presumably to check how wet and ready you’d been for him. “Do you want me to quote them, or anything?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you told him. “Do that and I will actually come before you’re even inside me.”
He chuckled, “okay, I’ll save it for the end, but tell me what to say.” He poked and prodded at you, and you were surprised and grateful for his gentleness. You had basically just told him to fuck you, and here he was still treating you with class. You wondered if it was because he was afraid Tony Stark would actually kill him if you made his brand new girlfriend too sore to fuck him later. Maybe this guy was just sweet of his own accord?
You told him some of your favorite quotes, and encouraged him to feel free to sing some of his songs from his musicals.
“It’s a bit of a challenge to sing and fuck at the same time, but I will do my best,” he told you.
You reciprocated his openness for play by asking him something similar. “Do you want me to use my powers on you?”
“Oh, gods, no, please, no,” he said and chuckled.
You waited until his cock was at your entrance again and you pushed back hard against him, taking every inch of him until you felt him hit your cervix. You bit down on your lip and groaned.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he told you, starting to pump into you at a steady pace. “You’re so fucking wet and ready. Is all of this for me?”
“I’ll be honest, Tony Stark’s been withholding today. I think he didn’t want to wear me out.”
“He’s a much nicer guy than people give him credit for,” he started fucking you a little faster, and you fucked back just as hard, until the two of you fell into a rhythm of delicious skin-slapping fucking. He did all of the things he agreed to, and after you both came hard into and onto each other, you asked if he could do it again. He did, two more times, and then you decided you couldn’t push your luck any more than that.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” you told him after that third time. He was still panting.
“I just fucked an Avenger,” he said, sounding a little delirious.
“And very well, at that! What do you need for aftercare?”
He shook his head. “Just your phone number. For those photos,” he pulled up his briefs and pants. He hesitated with a thought and then asked it. “Probably too late to wonder, but, birth control?”
“No uterus,” you told him. You made a scissors gesture with your fingers.
“Excellent,” he chuckled, and walked over to his minifridge. He got two cold bottles of water.
“And for you?” he asked you, handing you a bottle.
You took it and drank half of it before answering. “Tell me that you still respect me.”
He did.
You exchanged phone numbers.
He was sweet enough to ask to kiss you goodbye.
You used his vanity to clean up your makeup and the sweat from your face and neck, and you were off. Tony was talking to Pepper or FRIDAY or someone, sitting in a chair right beside the door. He got up as soon as you stepped out of the room. He and the actor waved goodbye to each other with adorable nods you imagined were full of respect between two dudes who were fucking the same person.
“I can’t believe you made me sit in the cuck chair for over an hour,” Tony joked. “My ass is on fire.”
“So is mine,” you joked back.
“So who is the best boyfriend in the world?” he asked you, as you clung to him again, stepping out of the theater into the cold New York City air.
You pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. “Tony Stark is the best boyfriend in the universe,” you told him.
“Remember that in twenty minutes when we’re back at your apartment and I’m mixing that guy’s jizz inside of you with mine.”
