Tom Holland as Peter Parker

Jason Todd texts like an old man who just got gifted a Nokia. Knowing him, that’s probably exactly what he’s using as a burner phone. Why send paragraphs when few words do the trick? Between living on the streets and outright missing most of his teen years, he never really got a hang of texting culture.

“Jason honey did you want to do something for dinner? Or we can order, when are you getting home?”

“K.”

“K what? When are you getting back? Are we ordering?”

Multi-character x gn!reader | Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Bob Reynolds, Bucky Barnes

| aka: how they tell you they *need* you

| CW: 18+ mdni, nsfw

-Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Subtlety has never been Wade’s strong suit, especially not when his cock is involved. When it comes to wanting you- needing you- he’ll be damned if he can’t get that message across.

“Seduction is my middle name, toots,” Wade tells you, and he’s always been one to put his money where his mouth is.

Saying it, showing it, texting it, mailing you a letter. He wonders if it’s romantic to attach heart balloons to a carrier pigeon… or if it would just float away…

You come home one day to find a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom, the sound of jazz music playing just beyond the door. You find yourself blushing as you follow the teasing tune, the I Love You and Be Mine balloons stuck to the walls making it worse. It wasn’t even a special occasion, Wade was just crazy about you.

You walk through the bedroom door and try not to choke as your eyes gaze over a very naked and very hard Deadpool, lying seductively across the mattress on an even bigger pile of rose petals. Wade’s not even the craziest thing laying on your sheets- you make eye contact with a paddle, some vibrators, and who knows what else before you find him looking at you with a shit eating grin. He has the audacity to wink and throw some petals in the air.

“Wade…” you start, but he lets out a tsk tsk sound and beckons you forward with his finger.

“You know how I get when I miss you, pookiebear,” he growls… or at least, you think that’s what he says. It’s hard to make out the exact words behind the rose dangling from his mouth.

-Peter Parker/ Spiderman

Peter is an amazing boyfriend. He is kind, sensitive, thoughtful… romantic, even when he’s not trying to be. He loves you, craves you, just as much as he loves finding new ways to tell you so.

…At his core, Peter Parker is also a huge nerd.

Is there something wrong with my eyes? I can’t seem to get them off of you. // You must be gravity, because my body can’t seem to stay away from yours.

Pick up line, after pick up line. Almost always he’ll use one when he’s in the mood, like it’s physically impossible for him to initiate anything without cracking a joke. He means them too.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, and all he can do is blink down at you.

“Uhh.. trying to pick you up? … Is it working?”

You can’t even be too mad; they’re always sweeter than they are raunchy.

The dorkiness gets through to you in the end, it always does. The shy smile he offers you as he kisses your cheek, the way his eyes light up when you can no longer hold back a grin. He’ll pick you up and toss you over his shoulder, and you can’t help but laugh and squeal as he takes you to the bedroom.

He’ll continue saying the most ridiculous pick up lines all through the night, even as his hands and lips roam over your body. Only way to shut him up for good is to preoccupy his tongue with doing something else, and he’d never complain about that.

-Bob Reynolds/ The Sentry

He googles it, the first time.

‘How to set the mood, sexually’ he types, and begins his deep dive. The results only make him anxious, and more confused than before he started. What the hell was so sexy about jazz? Was this a cartoon? What kind of person would genuinely think jazz sets the mood?

The search eventually turns into questions like ‘How to be sexy’ and ‘what do people find sexy nowadays’; both of which only make him red in the face and slam the laptop shut in defeat. If anyone ever found out about this, he’d never hear the end of it.

It scares him shitless- the possibility of rejection and outright humiliation at being turned down by the one he loves- but he knows that being paralyzed by what ifs was a thing that cowards do, and Bob was no longer a coward. Never again, especially not with you. He wanted your company tonight. Your hands on his body, his tongue licking every crevice of your skin. He wanted to make love to you for hours, and Go dammit he was going to be the one to initiate this time.

“I want you.” He’ll say when he gets you alone, and he’s surprised by how steady his voice is. How strong he feels when your half-lidded eyes meet his, and your body subconsciously moves closer.

He feels goosebumps rise over your arms as he pulls you in for a deep and longing kiss, and makes a mental note of all the different ways your body responds to him. How cute you look when you wait for him to make the next move, how good it feels to take the lead for once.

-Bucky Barnes/ The Winter Soldier

Being with you as long as he has, Bucky learns one thing: there is a time for affection, and there is a time for sex.

You’ve both reached a flow state now, in which Bucky doesn’t need to tell you how he feels, especially in situations where actions speak so much louder than words. When he sees your bedroom eyes piercing into his, when he sees your breathing hitch and deepen in a way that mirrors his own. When he sees your eyes roam over his body hungrily, pausing for a moment to appreciate the growing bulge in his pants…

Why verbalize his attraction, when instead he can cross the room in 3 strides, pull you against his chest, and kiss you so hard your legs give out? When he can lift you up in his arms and press you against the wall as he fucks you senseless?

Make no mistake though, Bucky is a gentleman. Just because you have your steamy moments doesn’t mean he’s completely lost the skill of telling his lover how much he wants them.

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