A/N: Sorry guys. My writer's block is killing me, I'm super frustrated, work is killing me, but I saw that save both in Thunderbolts and Superman (except that's with kids). I'm horny and I couldn't stop sexualizing strong men, etc etc etc. This is short and sweet and dirty in all the wrong ways. There are other notes on the end.
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Pairing: Alexei Shostakov x fem!Reader (It's a 'happily retired' kind of fic).
CW: There is a hard cock, everybody is horny. No pussies were harmed during this fanfic.
The house was a complete mess. You had bought it recently; you and Alexei were searching for a place where you could have some peace. The downside was realizing that the cheap, beautiful place you luckily got was falling apart.
You had to admit the house had its charms, and it would probably be perfect when you finished renovations, but right now it was a death trap.
Alexei wanted to live there and work on the house full time. You thought it was dangerous to leave him alone; only God knew the kind of adventures he could find himself in, and while he was strong and very resilient, you worried he wouldn't be that resilient to electricity.
It became almost romantic. You two sleeping in a makeshift bed in the living room, with cute lamps around, badly illuminated, chuckling over delivery food. Watching cartoons together on a tablet. Making love whenever you wanted (and you wanted a lot, Alexei was always hungry).
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The kitchen was somewhat functional, mostly water and electricity. An old fridge hummed, and you fried eggs on the portable electric stove as you chuckled at the old toaster. Everything looked so cute, even in that state of decay.
You sighed, turning the coffee pot on, wondering how you could convince Alexei that you could both stay at a cheap motel or rent a place while contractors worked, at least until the house was safe. Inhabitable.
"Birdie!" Alexei shouted, and before you could register the urgency in his voice, you felt his thick arm wrapping around your middle.
Your body was tugged in a circle and forced down, as his other arm wrapped around your side, the big palm cradling the back of your head, pushing it forward and down.
Alexei's chest glued to your back, he folded forward, covering your body with his, a protective cocoon. You heard a loud thud and felt Alexei's body tensing around yours, the hair escaping from his lungs; a small 'oof' escaping from his lips.
You saw the debris falling around him, hitting the floor, raising a dust of powdered concrete and bits of paint.
Plaster. You closed your eyes, realizing what had happened. From Alexei's noise, it was a big piece; it could have hurt you.
"Are you ok, birdie?" He said, low, against your ear, then he looked up and around to survey the damage and check for danger, keeping you protected, his body immobilized under his.
You moaned.
It escaped from your chest, clawing its way through your chest and your mouth, followed by a full-body shudder. You stood very still, surprised by your own reaction.
The whole world stopped for a moment.
Then you felt his beard and his lips against your ear.
"Birdie..." He said, his voice low. You could feel he was smiling from the way he said it. You could feel the warmth between your legs, Alexei's cock stirring against you. "Dirty birdie, hot for hero."
He chuckled and kissed right under your ear, making you whine. He stood up and held your shoulders, making you turn to him. With a soft, gentle smile, he checked you for injuries.
You felt out of breath as he looked over your body, thoroughly, carefully.
"Sorry, birdie. Will need to find other place to stay."
"There. Ok." He says softly and smacks your ass playfully, pushing you out of the kitchen. You turn at the door, trying to see exactly what happened.
Alexei stood in the middle of the kitchen, hands on his hips, looking up at the massive hole in the ceiling. Half his body was covered in dust, debris all around him... His grey sweatpants tented with the volume of his heavy, half-hard cock. Alexei hummed; one hand moved to hold the shaft over the pants, gently massaging himself.
"Good. I was having fun, but this place isn't safe." You sigh, relieved, nodding. "We go now? Breakfast on the way?" Alexei looked into your eyes and opened a bright, predatory smile.
"After sex, yes. Don't want you smearing the car seat." He moved toward you in broad steps. You shrieked his name, laughing and running to the makeshift bed. "You get the seats wet. I smell you all day, stay hard all day. Can't even wait in the car; the car is the issue. Groceries get uncomfortable."
You laugh, stumbling into the pillows.
"Am already stressed, can't deal with this traitor." He looked down at his cock. With a smirk Alexei climbs over your body.
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A/N 2: I don't know why, but I'm sure this is an older version of this Alexei. RedRocket!Alexei? Oh god.
