#sub avengers

[biglychee]

$ log - bending steve rogers over his desk to teach him a lesson on writing proper, professional mission reports, since he clearly couldn't do it right! $ warn --nsfw --amab!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!steve --begging--degradation --spanking --edging --over-the-desk --dumbification $ cd masterlist / steve-rogers $ echo "ass or arse? sorry folks i am a britainian" > authors-note.txt

you had steve bent double over his own desk, broad shoulders trembling as you thrusted into him, punishing force. one hand was clamped cruelly on his waist, while your other hand casually held the printed mission report, skimming the lines of his failure.

"incompetent," you scoffed, "can't hold a perimeter without losing sight of the flank. this report is as sloppy as your lead during the recon. and i'm to blame?"

steve let out a broken groan, eyes unfocused as he stared at his desktop monitor. his hands trembled, fingers slipping on the keys as he tries to correct the errors you were mocking.

you leaned forwards, your chest pressing against his back — which coincidentally lodged your cock even deeper into his tight arse. the sudden deep intrusion made steve cry out, high-pitched, strangled.

his fingers jerked on the keyboard, sending a string of random characters across the screen.

"i think you're missing a semicolon there," you chuckle, your free hand dropping to thumb his nipple with a bruising pressure.

"god, please," steve gasped, eyes water as he stared at the monitor to find the cursor through his hazed pleasure. "i'll fix it, just — fuck, please — harder —"

"too formal," you scoffed, reading the second paragraph, "tone's far too stiff for a report, stevie. reads more like a damn textbook than a log."

smack!

you delivered a stinging slap to america's fine arse, making him jolt too violently that his forehead nearly hit the screen. "watch your typing, captain. a mistake in the syntax and you're getting another one."

"i'm trying — s'too much, oh god," steve sobbed, his voice a slurred mess. tears of pure sensory overload leaked from the corners of his eyes, as he stared at the screen. his vision was swimming; he was being fucked dumb.

his brain was turning to mush under the relentless, heavy thrusts that kept him hovering on the mean edge of an orgasm he wasn't allowed to reach.

every time he tried to focus on the cursor, you'd drive into him with a sickening squelch, churning through the mess of your previous releases already coating his insides.

"there's an error in the third sentence — 'deployment' is spelt wrong. steve, are you really that distracted?"

smack!

another harsh palm landed on his backside, making him let out an undignified yelp. his fingers danced clumsily over the keys, hitting 'delete' far too many times as he struggled to regain his composure.

"i'm sorry — god, please — just one minute of peace —" he was begging desperately, voice cracking with the frustration of being kept on the edge, his ignored cock twitching and leaking uselessly past his desk. you held him there, practically buried to the hilt.

"peace is for people who get their work done right, steve." you countered, your voice dropping to a predatory growl. he whimpered at your words, eyes rolling back at your prodding tip. "you're far from deserving of that."

you pat his reddening arse —soft but it stung lightly — "chop, chop, get on with the third paragraph now."

$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus

$ cd masterlist / steve-rogers

[kazbrekkersangel]

Heart rate

Bruce Banner x fem!reader

summary: You want to train Bruce's heart rate from spiking too high during sex, and it ends in actual sex.

warnings: smut, sub!bruce, he's kind of a masochist in this ngl, cockwarming, unprotected sex, edging, dacryphilia, choking, bruce banner has a degradation kink I don't make the rules

wc: 1.5k

note: so I know this concept is kind of impossible bc why would ur heartrate go that high during sex right? But please just go with it for the plot okay (honestly I lost the plot somewhere in the beginning of this fic. It's just smut.) —. I wrote this in 30 minutes and called it a day. anyway bruce banner my underrated husband, I needed to write about him

Bruce Banner was not an easy man. He was closed off, a little insecure, and too smart for his own good. More often than not, you had to wrench the truths you wanted out of his heart. In fact, it was almost a full time job to keep him from isolating himself and wallowing in his own solitude.

Of course, it'd gotten better. Ever since you met him and openly loved him, Bruce had become more confident, more open, and more trusting in himself.

The one occasion he still absolutely didn't trust himself was during sex.

It's not that there was an inherent problem; his heart rate could never spontaneously get so high during an orgasm to make him Hulk out. You could have sex just fine. But Bruce was an anxious man, and he never wanted to get on top in fear of losing himself to the pleasure. He wanted you to be on top, in control, not only because he liked it, but because it was what he deemed safe.

But maybe you wanted to get fucked into the mattress every once in a while, too. And since Bruce didn't trust himself to do so, you were just gonna have to train him to stay calm.

...Which is how you ended up on the couch with his cock inside of you, unmoving. You'd gotten to undressing, even putting him in had been okay. But after a few minutes of riding his cock, Bruce's heartrate spiked. And if you had one goal in having sex today, it was for his heartrate to stay low.

So you'd stilled your movements, waiting until it slowed again, effectively subduing his building orgasm. Bruce's hands pawed at your hips; to get you off him or make you move again, you couldn't tell.

"C'mon Banner, you gotta calm down. I'll only continue if you do," you grinned at him.

"You're enjoying this far too much," Bruce grumbled, closing his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch.

"I'm doing this for you," you cooed sweetly at him. "I'm doing this so you'll be able to fuck hard. And we both know how desperate you are to get your dick wet, huh?"

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he breathed out, "Stop talking."

A small laugh escaped you. "Right. I forgot how easy you are."

Bruce bucked up into you, firmly gripping your hips to keep you still. Using you to get himself off.

It was a good thing at least one of you remembered today's goal. Your hand around his neck moved to his chest, pushing him back against the couch. "Bruce, stop."

The only response you got was a whine, the man under you continuing his humping as he screwed his eyes shut.

"Bruce," you said his name as a warning. "Stay still."

Bruce huffed, chest heaving, but did as you said. He stopped his movements, cutting off his orgasm for the second time now.

A long, dramatic sigh sounded through your living room. "So we're just going to stay like this?"

"Until you learn how to control yourself, yes."

Bruce didn't respond. You leaned forward, slinging both your arms around his neck for a sweet hug as if you weren't butt naked with his cock inside of you. Your nipples rubbed against him and Bruce could feel himself getting hot all over again at the feeling.

Despite having established a long time ago that he was a sucker for you being mean to him, the feeling of your nipples on his bare skin was what caused his cheeks to turn pink. You had to hold back a snort.

Then again, he'd probably like it if you laughed at him a little.

"Okay, here's what were gonna do," you started.

Bruce perked up, moving his head back to look at you from where he'd buried his face in your neck.

You moved a finger to your clit. "I'm gonna get myself off," rolling your hips back and forth, making sure not to stimulate him too much, "on your cock."

Bruce agreed breathlessly, mindlessly. "Okay."

"And you're not gonna cum."

His face contorted, but he didn't argue, glad for any kind of stimulation at all.

"Understood?"

You grabbed his cheeks with your other hand, squeezing them. His answer came out muffled.

"Yes, ma'am."

A devilish grin appeared on your face. "Good boy."

The praise made his cock twitch again, his precum mixing with your arousal making it easy to gyrate your hips around a little. The movement of your fingers on your clit intensified, and you moaned out, eyes half-lidded.

You were so lost in your own pleasure that you didn't notice Bruce bucking his hips again, trying to get you to ride him.

"Please..." A pained groan escaped him, and as you opened your eyes fully, you took note of how hard your sharp nails were digging into his bicep. His cock jumped inside of you as you raked them down his flesh.

"You wanna cum, Bruce? Hmm?"

"Yes," he sighed.

"Can't hear you," you grinned, teasing him.

"Yes! I wanna cum," Bruce mewled, letting his head fall to the side as shame burned through him. He hated feeling so desperate, and yet there was nothing that got his cock harder.

You stilled your movements completely. "But that's not the goal today, is it?"

Bruce groaned in frustration, a loud, unchecked sound that could only have escaped due to the effects of having his orgasm cut off for the third time in a row.

"Is it?" you asked again, fingers gripping his dark locks and tugging. Bruce lifted his head up obediently, looking back at you with wild, wet eyes. At the sight of tears forming, you had to hold back a smile. He was so easy.

"I don't care," he huffed quietly, gripping your hips and moving them back and forth himself. You scoffed, harshly taking his hands from your body and pinning them to the couch beside him.

"Since when are you so selfish? 'I don't care'? This is for the greater good, Bruce," you grinned again. "We're doing this so you'll be able to fuck me how I want it."

"I can—I can do anything you want. Please. Just let me come," he begged almost deliriously, only wanting to come.

"Look at that. Big, bad Hulk, begging to get off."

His hips bucked harshly into yours, almost knocking you off of him, but you held firm and pinned him down again.

"Yeah, not so strong now, huh?"

"Please!" an almost pornographic moan escaped his lips in response. If you weren't so used to seeing him in this state already, you'd marvel over the sight of awkward, shy professor Banner acting like a slut.

"You gonna hold it, Banner?"

"N—I can't," he sobbed, clawing at the couch as his orgasm approached. Moving one hand to rub your clit again, you let out a soft sigh.

His hips had settled in a frantic rhythm with yours, making you breathless from the pleasure as well.

"You can't?" you mocked, igniting another sharp burst of burning shame and arousal in him. Bruce shook his head frantically.

"No, can't, can't hold it," another sob wrecked through him, more tears escaping his closed eyes. Your free hand went to grab his throat loosely, holding him in place as you brought your face inches from his. Tentatively, you licked a few tears from his face, making Bruce gasp as his eyes opened to stare into yours.

"Taste so good when you cry," you whispered to him, before crashing your lips on his and making him taste for himself. Bruce moaned into your mouth unabashedly, the sound mixing with your own moans of approval.

Your hand on his throat tightened, and Bruce gasped out. "I'm—I'm gonna... Please!"

"Cum in my pussy, Bruce," you grinned, speeding up the finger rubbing your clit. "Be a good boy and fill me up."

He gripped you harshly, fingers closing around your hips, holding you still as he bucked up again, spilling into you. A cry escaped his lips as he came, followed by a gasp of "thank you!", riding out the aftershocks.

Falling limp, Bruce let go of your hips again, but you didn't stop. You were so close, and seeing him cum was pushing you over the edge. As he gasped out at the overstimulation, tears welling in his eyes again, you felt the knot in your lower stomach snap.

Moaning out softly, you held on to Bruce's shoulder with one hand for support as you rode out your own orgasm. Bruce secured his arms around you to keep you steady, softly whining into your neck as you used his spent cock.

When your high subdued, you slumped forward in his arms. "Guess that cockwarming idea failed."

Bruce laughed. "Maybe for the best."

"Don't think this is over," you grumbled against his neck, too tired to sound stern. "We're still gonna train your heart rate control."

Bruce sighed, moving you both to lay horizontically on the couch, softening cock still inside you. "Yes, ma'am."

[havensins]

Fucking Peter parker and using magic to bind his hands together and make him even more sensitive

i love this. and don’t forget to vote on my poll! tw daddy kink !

peter is already sensitive enough without you having to do anything to enhance it, when you use your magic to tease his nipples or press against his erogenous zones, he’s absolutely done for.

having him bound with his arms bended at the elbow and folded against his chest as you fuck him in missionary. big, salty tears are staining his cheeks, his hair is messy on his head and his thighs are quivering where they’re wrapped around your waist.

the way you’re ducking him is harsh and unforgiving, and the sounds that we’re being forced past his lips reflected your actions. “c’mon, talk to me parker… or has every thought in your pretty little mind melted away?” you ask him, leaning down to kiss at his tear stained cheeks.

“‘s soooo much!” he drags out and whines, breathing heavily as his cock pathetically drips with more precum on his stomach. you hum, leaning forward to drape your body over his and frame him with your hands on either sides of his head. you dip down to meld his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as you slow your pace and settle for slow and equally as harsh thrusts.

“you can take it baby, fuck, i know you can,” you murmur as you pull away from his lips. he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes as he stares at you. his dark brown eyes are dilated and hazily clouded with need, you stare back at him as a smirk tugs at your lips.

“you just wanna be good for me, huh love?” you murmur, kissing down his jaw. “yes, yes! w’nna be the best for you,” you whimpers, and you could feel his cock twitch between your stomachs. you grin, slithering a hand between your bodies, to tug at his cock.

he lurches at that, back arching into your chest and hands grasping at nothing where they’re bound to him. “c’mon peter, i w’nna make you feel so good.” you’re grunting and moaning in his ear about how fucking tight he is, and it does nothing to stave off his impending orgasm.

“daddy…” his voice cracks and breaks on the word as he gasps and squeals, spurting his cum into your hand. his eyes roll back and the sight alone as you gripping the sheets as your stomach tightens and you cum into peter. he whines, cock twitching weekly at the feeling of being so utterly used and filled.

[queer-n-here]

I would thoroughly enjoy if you wrote that Loki fanfic 🙏🙏 Want to fuck that guy so bad

I was waiting for this you have no ideaaaaaaaaaaa 😭😭

Contents: Fucking Loki v/s Making love to him.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, rough sex + soft sex.

Fucking

Fucking Loki is like taking a full gulp of air after being under water for a long while.

Holding his wrists down against the bed with one hand as you fuck him hard and fast, his legs wrapped around you, obscene sounds spilling from his mouth and tears from eyes.

Or grabbing his waist in a vice like grip, him face down and ass up in the air for you, the pillows beneath muffling his loud ah-ah-ahs enough for them to drowned among the sounds of skin slapping skin.

Or, as Loki himself likes it better, pinning his thighs open against a wall and bullying your fat cock into his always begging hole, calling him the slut and cockwhore he is. He'll nod his head, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing kisses into the crook of your shoulder.

Or letting him ride you, even. He won't complain as long as you're sheathed deep inside of him, so deep he can see the trace of your cock in the bulge in his stomach. He'll bounce so wildly on your dick, head thrown back and hands balancing himself on your shoulders, that you'll have to grip his waist to prevent him from falling right off your lap.

A little bit of degrading, maybe even hitting, won't be said no to, because there's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to fucking Loki.

Making Love

Some days, however, Loki can't. Some days, he just wants to feel love.

And over the years, you come to understand in the subtle changes of his expression when he needs love, and when he wants sex.

On the days when he's low, on the days when he finds himself spiraling, or on the days where he wonders if both his fathers, biological and adoptive, abandoned him with reason, you step in, take his hands, and lead him to the bed.

You undress him, slowly and gently, pressing kisses along every inch of his skin that you bare. Loki knows by now, generally, that you've read his mind. He doesn't stop you, he knows too well the magic of your hands to pretend to be fine.

When you enter him, it's done just as gently as everything else that night, your lips almost never leaving his skin, worshiping his body, telling him his worth.

You call him pretty boy, beautiful, and everything else that he is, just is, by himself, even through everything that he's seen and done. You know he needs to hear it, needs to see and know how much you love and cherish him.

When you thrust into him, your pace just enough to make him feel good, Loki understands what they mean when they say 'making love' because he feels like you're loving every inch of him, inside out, all over.

Telling him that he's doing so good for you, that he's perfect, that he's so gorgeous you're losing your mind (because you are), that you love him so much, gods, so much.

He's a mess under your hands, both mentally and physically, so overwhelmed by your love that the tears that spill out of his eyes are only half because of the pleasure.

And when you make him finish, slowing to a stop to let him catch his breath, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his wet face in the crook of your shoulder.

"I love you."

"Thank you."

Loki loves both versions of you, the one that makes him see stars and the one that looks at him as if he hung stars up in the sky with his own two beautiful hands.

[fatigueeed]

here’s ftm bucky content that no one asks for :) mdni 18+. not proof read. credit goes to @luvrbucks bc they gave me the inspo for this

it had been a long day for bucky. a stressful one especially. between still getting a grasp with overcoming things while he was the winter soldier and learning to become part of civilization again. it was undoubted hard.

oh and the arm wasn’t making it any easier.

bucky walked into the apartment you guys shared, kicking his shoes of and handing his jacket up. you were lying on the couch waiting on him to get home.

“stressful day baby?” you asked. you’d always been able to read bucky. his tells always gave him away. tense shoulder and jaw. the deep sighs he would let out. you knew how stressed he was.

you could also tell by the way that he was rolling his shoulders that his arm was bothering him. you stand up and walk towards him. taking his hand and leading him towards your shared bedroom, “cmon, lemme help you relax.”

once you got him in the bedroom you slowly started peeling his clothes off starting with his shirt, then his pants and underwear in one go. “you’re beautiful baby.” you whisper in his ear. you turn him around to look in the mirror before starting to kiss down his neck. slowly trailing your hand down is naval before gently rubbing circles on his clit.

“f-fuckkk” bucky moans before throwing his head back on your shoulder. “mm-mm baby. watch yourself in the mirror or i stop.” he grinds his hips on your fingers before lifting his head up to watch himself.

you guide two fingers down to his hole. circling the entrance before finally sinking in. “shit baby,” you mutter “so goddamn tight for me hmm?”. bucky’s eyes flutter but determined to keep them open so you don’t stop rubbing that place deep inside him that have him seeing nothing but stars.

your consistent pressure mixed with circles on his clit had bucky cumming faster than he’d like to admit. “you gonna cum for me? i can feel you clenching around me buck. you’re right on the edge.” bucky whines before nodding.

“yes, please can i cum? i need it so fucking bad. please” he begs you. tears in his eyes. legs shaking and pussy making a mess between his thighs. “mmm, only if you tell me that you’re my pretty boy” you utter into his ear grinding against his ass.

buck whines in protest “i can’t it’s too much. i’m so close” you shake your head in faux disappointment. “that’s too ba-” you slowly pull out before he interrupts “fine, fuck, i’ll say it” you slowly slide back in. the squelch of your fingers sliding back into his pussy audible to the both of you. you start up with your thrusts against his g-spot and circles on his clit.

“i-i’m you’re, shit, your pretty bo-“ buckys mouth drops open and a near pornagraphic moan leaves his mouth as he tips over the edge of ecstasy. you help him ride out his orgasm before finally pulling your fingers out and gently placing a kiss on his forehead.

“yeah you’re my pretty boy baby”

[pastelclovds]

i want the avengers to be in love with me and wrapped around my finger, is that so much to ask?

(i want a harem so bad 🥲)

[lxstfuck]

So I've been thinking. And i know i owe several people some asks but I'm on a writers block rn and i don't wanna write much. But I've been thinking about how fucking adorable Steve Rogers would look under me all flushed to his ears, back arched as I pound his pretty ass pussy <3 oh and Bucky who is next room just touching himself to the thought of what you must be doing and imagining it was him and not Steve!

Thinking about how Stephen Strange and Tony Stark teaming up and managing to get your attention just to get punished for it!

Oh and let's not forget Loki! Who has a praise kink and melts when you pat his head and call him you're pretty boy or your good boy!

[biglychee]

$ overstimulating loser!tony to helpless whines and tears as an android — his very own crazed creation $ warn --nsfw --afab!reader --dom!reader --android!reader --sub!tony --riding --begging --degradation --overstim $ cd masterlist / tony-stark

tony stark was a pathetic loser. driven by loneliness and a desperate, unquenchable horniness, he’d spent months engineering you: not a hero, but a high end android built for one singular, degrading purpose.

now, he was drowning in his own design.

"mmph, stop — please, have mercy!" tony mewled, a weeping, sweaty mess. his hands slid uselessly over your smooth metal chassis as you rode him with relentless, mechanical precision. his cock was a swollen, hypersensitive wreck, throbbing with the kind of pleasure that felt like pure agony.

"mercy is not a programmed variable, mr. stark," you replied in a chilling, melodic drone. "you commanded me to ensure you reached the maximum amount of orgasmic peaks. to stop now would be a failure of my primary directive."

"I just wanted to cum hard, not die!" he sobbed, his head slamming back against the workbench as you increased the speed. the synthetic heat of your internal components was suffocating, a tight, pulsing void that seemed to wring the very life out of him.

as you rode him, your vocal processors cycled through the porn bookmarks he'd installed, cooing degrading filth that mocked his desperation. "oh, look at you, mr. stark — such a needy, pathetic little man," you cooed, the artificial sweetness of the voice clashing with the unfeeling, mechanical grind of your hips.

tony let out a broken, high pitched keen, his eyes rolling back. despite the raw, stinging pain, his cock was already hardening once more under your relentless teasing and pulsing heat. he was a slave to the very sensations he had perfected, trapped in a loop of forced ecstasy that wouldn't let him go until you finally decided he was truly empty.

$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus

$ cd masterlist / tony-stark