YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!
instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history
Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut his—" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"
Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them
Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"
Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)
Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream
John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"
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summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣
— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.
Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.
— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.
Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.
— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.
Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.
— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”
Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.
— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”
Rating: 0/10. Wicked.
— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.
Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.
— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.
Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.
☁️: oh now you guys are COOKING in my asks! i changed this from one position to just my headcanon for sex w arachnid!spidey, i hope that's okay xx
General Masterlist here. Peter Masterlist here.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: will hold you down with one hand between your shoulder blades, while the other grips your waists so tightly that you know will leave a bruise. He'll keep you like that so you can feel every inch, vein, and ridge of him drag against your walls.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: spreads your cheeks just a little bit wider so he can watch how every hard thrust drives himself deeper within you. how his dick is coated with your slick every time he pulls out.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: presses you down against the bed, caging you in by his arms, because he needs you to feel consumed by him. He needs you to be completely at his mercy whilst he turns you into a blubbering mess.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: will whisper the filth in your ear that peter parker would never.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: will tease you when you try to arch away from the pleasure "awww," he says without an inch of sympathy, "my pretty girl can't handle my dick." or "weren't you just begging for this?"
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: keeps bringing you to the brink of orgasm only to back off, black eyes shining with delight when frustrated tears well in your eyes. he'll threaten to, and probably will, web your hand to the bed when you keep trying to touch yourself. Every bit of your pleasure needs to come from him.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: finally lets you cum, and then doesn't stop, pulling multiple orgasms out of you. his calloused fingers feeling rough as he circles your swollen clit again and again.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: is so sensitive that he'll cum all too easily when he feels your walls tighten around him, it's thick and warm and sticker than usual, clinging to your insides like it doesn't want to let go.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: while being sensitive, gets hard again within seconds, able to go so many rounds that you end up falling asleep on his dick as he continues rutting into you.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: uses every thrust to send a statement. your tits bouncing and bed creaking with every posessive reminder.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: expects you to mark him as best as you can. whether that's with your nails dragging down his skin, your teeth biting into his neck, or a stinging slap across his face.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: loves to see your reaction to him, how your hands curl desperately into the sheets, how your heart rate sky rockets, how your tongue falls out of your mouth, how your head lols
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: cares about your pleasure too, so he'll never go beyond the limits of what you've discussed before.
↳ Arachnid!Spidey who: becomes a balanced peter after, and gives you the aftercare your body needs.
Ummm, so yeah. anyways, my thoughts were all over the place here but it's headcanons so no need for logical flow lmao. share thoughts as always x
⊹ Finds it unbearably sexy when you clean out your designer purse and out spills two pocket knives, three cans of mace, a handgun… along with tampons, lipgloss, a cherry-charm keychain… aaaaand two magnum condoms he currently is at a loss of words for.
“Christ, sweetheart, hidin’ an AK in there too?”
“It’s called protection, Frankie,” your sweetest smile. “It’s smart. You taught me all about that, remember?”
⊹ Isn’t opposed to bending you over his knee—boots on—to spank your ass
⊹ Has zero shame in buying you whatever feminine products you need. Wipes, pads, tampons, wash, doesn’t matter. He isn’t afraid to load up a basket and let the world see.
⊹ You never hear it, you’ve never seen it, but he has mantras/affirmations he’ll say in the front of the mirror once a day. Bits of blunt words to try to convince himself he’s worthy of you.
⊹ He hates when you patch him up, but can’t seem to stay away. Hates it because of how much he fucking craves it. Your touch is salvation. Your love is redemption. When he shows up bloody and beaten, there’s relief in knowing you’ll mend him. He doesn’t wanna be fixed. He wants whatever this is.
⊹ Loves you in lingerie. Pink, red and black being his favorite. Loves you more when you wearing his clothes. It triggers something primal and possessive in his brain.
⊹ Heels. The man loves heels. High heels. Kitten heels. Peep toe pumps. Boots with heels. Whatever. Ain’t picky. Just loves ‘em.
⊹ He’s a terrible texter, but he adores your messages. Keeps every single one.
⊹ Has a love-hate relationship with nudes. Loves getting them. Hates how easily compromised phones are, inadvertently exposing yourself to only god knows who. People like fuckin’ Micro without any decency.
⊹ Prefers to pin you down rather than tie you up.
⊹ Would be in awe if you gave him a lap dance in private, in the safety of your home.
⊹ Fucks more desperately after an opps. Intensely focused completely on you. Could go on for hours. Multiple orgasms or edging, whatever it leads to, but that man’s not leaving until every inch of you is thoroughly worshipped for simply existing in the world.
⊹ Loves reading to you in the lamplight. A slow, low rumble to his voice. Your bed or the couch, doesn’t matter. As long as your head’s on his chest as he reads, he’s happy. One hand will scratch your head and comb through your hair, the other holding the book open.
⊹ You will have to pry his Irish Spring soap out of his cold, dead hands.
( +18 ) mdni / smut headcanons. afab!reader. inspired from the song seven by junkook ft. latto ; how peter would fuck you throughout the week. established relationship. praise. power exchange. multiple orgasms. oral sex (both receiving). deep-throating. body worship. light hair pulling. multiple positions throughout the week. neck kissing. petnames. overstimulation. wrist restraint (with webs). creampie.
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MONDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ Peter has you laying on your stomach, ass up in the air while his strong hands are holding your position, not letting you move one inch. His cock is buried deep inside your leaking pussy, balls slapping against your clit which is already sensitive from multiple orgasms. His stamina will always surprise you, especially when it comes to fucking you right. Moans are echoing in the room, bringing embarrassment to you, due to how much noise you are making. Peter groans loudly, praising you quietly for how good you are taking him. It lasts for hours, forming sweat on your skin, muscles aching afterwards.
TUESDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ One of his hands is in your hair, fingers curling to the back of your head as you take more of his fat cock inside your mouth; deep-throating him. Peter hissed at the feeling, “Ah—Ah, yes, just like that, baby…” His eyes are half-lidded as he watches you, your nose pressed against his base for a second as you gag and pull away. Thick threads of saliva are connecting his mushroom tip to your lips. A smile breaks on your face and Peter blushes. “You're so pretty like that, taking all of me.” You don't reply, just take his shaft back inside your mouth, curling your tongue around his girth.
WEDNESDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ Peter's strong hands are buried into the fat of your thighs as he keeps you against the wall, nails scratching at your skin each time he lowers you onto his fat cock, your pussy hungrily squeezing him. Your juices are mixing, creating squelching noises that echoes in the room, soon followed by moans. Your hands are running through his hair, pulling on it so hard that Peter curses. “So good! You're so good, baby. S—Shit!” His forehead presses against your shoulder as his bulbous head rubs against your g-spot, making you wetter than you were before.
THURSDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ His hands are strong as they part your thighs open wider to give him a better access to your sloppy cunt. Moans are leaving your mouth without any shame; the pleasure is too much for your body and the bed creaks when you squirm around once more. Peter is too busy burying his tongue past your folds, licking your juice that is also coating his chin and lips to mind the noises you are making. On the contrary, his fingers tightening around your thighs are almost saying for you to get louder. His tongue circles your clit, lips sucking onto it as you finally come in his mouth.
FRIDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ “Please, move… Please, baby!” Your boyfriend whines in your ear as your pussy just squeezes him tightly, your breasts pressed against his pectorals as you get slowly into position, squirming on his lap. “Don't be so whiny, Peter.” You tease, starting to slowly lift yourself up and down on his cock, juices leaking to his balls which makes them stick to your ass. Peter gasps, strong hands grabbing your hips as you ride him with focus. He doesn't realize but he's using his strong hands to lift you up, using you like a toy but you don't mind, your muscles aching less. “You feel so good! So good... Shit.” He cries, cock twitching inside you.
SATURDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ The sheets are sticking to your side as sweat dampen the fabric after so many efforts; it's your third orgasms already and your inner-thighs are a mess you can't ignore. Peter's torso is pressed against your back, one of his hands holding your left leg up just for his cock to stretch deeper inside you. The smell of sweat, sex and perfume hits your nose, making you more fuzzy than before. Your boyfriend whispers praises in your ear, kissing your neck with each thrusts of his hips; “You're doing so good for me.”, “I told you I'd... fuck you right.” or even, “My girl... My pretty girl...” with groans mixing to his voice.
SUNDAY ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ You can't help but try and tug on your wrists but Peter's webs are stronger than you imagined, especially now that he mutated. After all, you asked for it, saying it would add spice and God, it does. Your back is creating a dull thud each time Peter thrusts inside your leaking pussy; his thick load dripping already from a previous orgasm but he couldn't help himself from bringing you closer to climax for a third time. His mushroom tip rubbed your g-spot, strong hands holding your calves in the air so he had space to fuck you. Cries escaped your mouth, moans mixing with his whines as you both came at the same time, his semen filling you up once more.
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You moved to Queens to prove you could make it on your own. What happens when your next-door neighbor is none other than Spiderman in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Spiderman/Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "'𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙙" by zwartexxoos
📖 Episode 1 of ?
— 𝓣ony 𝓢tark :: tony likes to think he isn’t jealous person. he’s a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist— why would he possibly have anything to be jealous about? but my god, he’s one of the most jealous men you know. the second he sees someone flirting with you, he’ll immediately insert himself into the conversation, sliding an arm around your waist and making sarcastic little jokes and backhanded compliments to the poor person. he’ll insist he’s not jealous, but somehow his arm gets tighter around you every time they make you laugh.
— 𝓢teve 𝓡ogers :: steve will do everything in his power to be mature about someone flirting with you. he trusts you completely, so he’ll try to ignore the little pang of jealousy, but he can’t help himself from hovering nearby. he’ll go quiet, watching from across the room before eventually wandering over and casually asking if everything’s okay. he’ll insist he wasn’t checking up on you, but somehow he’ll stay right by your side for the rest of the conversation.
— 𝓝atasha 𝓡omanoff :: natasha would never admit she’s jealous. she’s far too controlled for that. instead, she’ll quietly watch from across the room, studying the person flirting with you with an unreadable expression. eventually, she’ll walk over, slip an arm around your waist and offer them a polite smile that somehow feels like a warning. she won’t say anything outright, but the message is crystal clear: you’re wasting your time.
— 𝓛oki 𝓛aufeyson :: loki is jealous in the most insufferably offended way possible. he’s genuinely disgusted by the fact you could find any man attractive who isn’t him. he’ll saunter over when someone’s flirting with you, rest his hand against your lower back and make increasingly sarcastic remarks until they finally leave. he’ll watch them go with a look of pure disdain before turning to you, completely baffled. “What horrid taste you have,” he’ll mutter, as though the real problem is your questionable judgement rather than his jealousy.
— 𝓑ucky 𝓑arnes :: bucky goes completely silent when he’s jealous. he doesn’t interrupt or make a scene, but he’ll watch from across the room, jaw tightening slightly whenever the person makes you laugh. eventually he’ll wonder over and stand beside you, his hand settling against your waist as he gives the person a dirty look. he won’t say much, but once they leave, he’ll mutter something about how he “didn’t like the guy” as if that explains everything.
— 𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff :: wanda initially tries ignore the jealousy, giving a poor attempt at pretending she’s interested in whatever conversation she’s having whilst stealing subtle glances at the person flirting with you. eventually, curiosity gets the better of her and she’ll quietly read their mind, just to make sure she actually has a reason to be jealous. once she confirms they’re interested in you, she’ll wander over and casually join the conversation, standing a little closer to you than necessary and making it very clear who you’re with.
— 𝓑ruce 𝓑anner :: bruce tries to convince himself he’s imagining things. he’ll notice somebody flirting with you and immediately tell himself they’re probably just being friendly, getting awkwardly quiet as he watches from nearby. he’ll try to focus on whatever he’s doing, but will accidentally reveal just how bothered he is by making some nervous little comment about how the guy seems “very interested” in you. the second the words leave his mouth, he’ll realise he’s given himself away and awkwardly try to backtrack.
— 𝓢cott 𝓛ang :: scott doesn’t actually realise he’s jealous until someone else points it out, to which he’ll immediately scoff and insist he isn’t. he’ll wonder over anyway, casually inserting himself into the conversation with some painfully unfunny joke aimed at you and the person flirting. when they leave, he will watch them for a moment before turning back to you, completely oblivious to the fact that jealousy was written all over his face.
— 𝓟eter 𝓟arker :: peter would try so hard to act like he isn’t jealous, but he’s terrible at hiding it. he’ll awkwardly hover nearby, pretending to be interested in whatever’s happening around him whilst repeatedly glancing over at you. eventually, he’ll wander over and start rambling about something completely random, clearly trying to interrupt the conversation without actually admitting why.
Me sitting in my room after talking to myself in great detail of a fanfic I just read before realizing this is what would get a person locked away in an insane asylum