#mcu x reader

One of Franks favorite things in the whole world is your giggle. When you get all shy and embarrassed and giddy and bashful and he calls you out on it, every single time, you’ll hide your face and giggle your sweet little giggle.

You’d do it now, if he were to wake you up, but that’s the last thing he’d ever think of doing. Your eyes blink open anyways, though, and he watches you rub them with a sleepy little groan. Your breath hitches and your head turns when his big fingers push your messy hair off your forehead.

“Mornin’ pretty girl,”

You smile, bashful and still half asleep, while you wrap around his bare chest. He’s always so warm, and his heartbeat pumping in your ear has you lulling back to sleep.

“Tired?” His voice murmurs, while he drags a paw over your cheek. You nod against him, snuggling closer. “Yeah, baby? I tire you out, huh?”

There it is.

You whine his name, covered by giggles, while stuffing your face into the crevice between his arm and stomach, embarrassed like he hasn’t had you worn out and out of breath, laying in bed with legs you didn’t know could shake that much.

“Oh,” He laughs, grinning down at you. “Ain’t gotta be embarrassed. Just me, just your man.”

His hands cup your head and pry you out of hiding.

“Just your Frankie.” Then, just to see you flush again, while his fingers hold your jaw and sweep over your face, he adds, quiet and soft, “Look so pretty all flushed, no reason to hide fr’m me. Think I had you lookin’ a lot worse for wear last night, this ain’t nothin’ to be blushin’ ‘bout.”

“Frank!” You repeat, rolling over to the other side of the bed while your hands cover your face and the smile that you can’t force away.

“Baby,” He chases after you, chastising you with puppy-dog eyes and an ear-to-ear grin. “C’mon,”

“You’re dirty, Frank,” You let him push you back against his side anyways.

“Oh, am I? Am I, my dirty girl?” He’s murmuring down at you, holding you close and tight enough that there’s no where else to hide. “Gets so shy, like she ain’t just as nasty, my sweet, dirty baby.”

“Frank,” You whine once more, quieter, and maybe just a little bit needy. It’s his fault; he can’t talk like that and expect nothing! He grins again, delivering a swift and forceful kiss to your lips.

“There she is,” He pulls back, holding you against his chest. “My girl already wantin’ some more from me?”

Peter: *chuckling nervously* I think you mean cards, Y/N.

Frank: she does not.

WARNINGS: SMUT, CHARACTERS ARE 18+, BITING, RIDING, FLUFFY SMUT, TONY COMES HOME (after), WHINY!PETER, WHINY!READER, AFTERCARE, PROTECTED SEX, F!READER HAS VAGINA AND BOOBS, IDIOTS IN LOVE, PRAISE, PET NAMES, SLIGHT BABYING, UNSEXY WORDS (penis, ejaculation, public bone) (im sorry), lmk if i forgot anything

A/N: just saw brand new day ! i really like biting.

“your dad is gonna kill us!” peter whined, but made no effort to stop his girlfriend kneeling between his spread thighs, biting and kissing his neck. the fluffy, soft pillows under his head did nothing but encourage him to sink deeper into the purple plush bedding and give into his gorgeous girlfriend.

the soft skin of his neck stood no chance against y/ns teeth, sinking into the pulse point to elicit sweet whimpers that reddened the boys cheeks. “dont care.” she kissed his neck, down his collarbone and under the hem of his hoodie. “need you. been a whole 4 days.” her lips curved into a sweet frown while her greedy hands tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt, silently begging him to take it off.

of course, peter could never say no to her, so he easily took off the hoodie, messing up his perfectly messy curls. sighing, “so needy.” he barely whispered, still nervous to get caught, but unable to stop himself from giving in. “cant even wait a whole week.”

4 days was not a long amount of time, but for y/n, it felt like years since her and peter got a chance to be together. something always came up. sometimes it was spider duties, sometimes it was her father intentionally being a cockblock, despite his daughter being 18 years old with the same boyfriend since she was 15. sometimes the two were simply tired, opting for a nap and cuddles instead.

“nuh-uh, weeks too long.” the breathy whines turned to satisfaction when peter kissed her, hands tracing down the curve of her spine. against his lips she smiled, hand cupping his perfect jaw. “peter…”

he nodded enough to let her know he understood what she wanted, working his hands past her her hips underneath her shirt. “i know, baby.” when his hands reached up and finally found the bra clasp, her fumbled with it until the hooks detached, letting her slide the straps down her sleeves while he pulled it out from under the front of her shirt. the black lace itched his hands and he dropped it beside the bed, not caring where it ended up. “we gotta be quick, okay? dont want anyone interrupting.” his words came whispered, gripping her hips to lift her up.

first off were peters sweatpants, then y/ns pj shorts, her shirt, his boxers, her underwear, then she giggled and made fun of him for still having his socks on and he quickly scrambled to take them off.

finally, once they were both naked, she sat on his thighs just above his knees while he put on a condom, her palms tracing appreciative strokes down his broad chest. lately he’d been working out more, and he’d been on more patrols, so his upper body strength was really starting to show, adding more definition to his arms, chest, and shoulders. it was hot. really hot. although, y/n had fallen for him when he was a lanky teen, barely knowing how to use his brand new, spider induced strength.

peter gently tapped her butt, and her hips raised off his legs. she scooted forward over him, hands grasping his even shoulders to keep herself steady. one of peters arms circled y/ns waist, the other keeping still on her hip. he sucked in a breath when her hand grasped his dick, lining it up to where she wanted it. “deep breath,” he encouraged quietly, watching her sink down onto him slowly. “good girl…” the words came more breathy than he intended.

she stilled for a moment, one hand holding his shoulder and the other resting stiffly on his abdomen. her eyes squeezed shut, and peters thumb rubbed circles into her hipbone comfortingly. “mhm, s’alot.” she frowned, nails slowly pressing into his abs, puppy eyes making a return. of course, it wasn’t actually too much for her, considering they did this almost daily when they had the chance, she was just being a little dramatic so peter would baby her.

“i know, i know.” peter smoothed her hair down, hand on her hip gently pulling her closer to elicit a soft moan from her. “its okay. youre okay. deep breaths baby.” once he gave her a minute, he started slowly guiding her hips, small movements back and forth until she copied and started doing it on her own.

after a shifty minute, y/n leaned forward just a bit, and her clit dragged across peters pubic bone, making her gasp as her head dropped to his shoulder. “peter..!” she kept dragging herself back and forth, hoping to recreate that feeling over and over.

both their breathing got heavier, and peter tried his best to control how twitchy his hips were, desperate to fuck up into her. “uh huh…so good, baby. just like that.” he huffed. he lifted her hips an inch or two, letting them sink down in rhythm with her grinds. “oh, fuck,”

y/n bit into peters shoulder, muffling her whiny moans as she rode him. everytime his pelvis caressed her clit, tears filled her eyes involuntarily. when she started to falter, peters hands kept her moving. perks of being part arachnid, he easily lasted longer than most guys. “need more,” she panted into his neck, scratching down his stomach lightly. the pleasure coiling in her stomach was dumbfounding, but not enough to make her cum. especially not when they had to be quick.

with a groan, peters head fell back against the headboard and his eyes squeezed shut. “y-yeah, okay, princess.” he heaved shakily. his thumb found her clit, rubbing incessant circles just hard enough to make her cry out and bite into his neck. “ngh, so…so tight. feels so good. im close.” he panted. his dick twitched, enveloped by her warm pussy.

nodding helplessly into her neck with needy whines, her thighs shook beside his hips. it was pretty obvious she was close to her orgasm, her eyebrows furrowing and her stomach tensing. “please, please, peter, please,” he wasnt exactly sure why she was begging, words becoming pathetic babbles, but it was cute to him.

“its okay, you can cum, baby.” he kissed her temple, trying not to finish himself before her. his hands continued to help, pushing through the twitchniess that seemed to overtake the girl on top of him. “you can do it, be a good girl and cum.” he whispered against her hairline encouragingly.

warm tears dripped down her cheeks into the curve of his neck. she moaned loudly against his skin, gasping breathlessly as she spasmed around his throbbing dick. “pete-peter,” she sniffled, whimpering through pouted lips.

he gently shushed her, cut off by a groan as his penis twitched inside her, emptying itself into the latex. “you did so good, princess. so good.” he praised once his ejaculation stopped, hands grasping her warm cheeks. “look so pretty like this…” he trailed off, placing gentle kisses to her damp cheeks.

after giving them both a minute to settle, y/n reluctantly raised off peter, whining at the lose of fullness. peter took in a breath but didnt say anything, instead discarding the condom into the trash can under her nightstand. both of them climbed out of bed and rushed to the en-suite bathroom, giggling and whispering how cold it was in her bedroom. “‘freezing!” she squealed, hugging her boyfriends arm to her chest (which peter tried to ignore).

once both of them had peed and cleaned up, peter grabbed his hoodie off the floor and tugged it over y/ns head, kneeling down with a clean pair of pjs shorts and sliding those up until they hung just below her hipbones. he quickly threw on his sweatpants and a shirt he left at her house, guiding her back to bed with a light hand on the small of her back.

back in the comfy bed, peter settled against the pillows, heaving a heavy sigh while she cuddled into his chest, curling her arms into her chest with a sleepy hum. “pete?” her voice came small, tiredness settling thick in her vocal cords.

his head raised, “yeah, sweetheart?”

“love you.” she yawned, letting her cheek smush comfortably into his relaxed muscles. just as peter repeated the sentiment back, her eyes fell closed and her breathing evened out.

peters fingers smoothed unruly strands at the back of her head, short nails probing her scalp to produce unconscious noises that made him smile. he watched her closely, cheeks still faintly flushed and hoodie pooling around her a few sizes too big. beautiful, was all peter thought, unable to redirect his mind elsewhere.

unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and the door creaked open with a barely-there knock on the wooden frame. “oh, parker. didnt realize you were here.” tony’s voice brought peter from his love-struck trance, eyes wide and doe-ish, hoping tony would let him stay.

“h-hi, uh…mr. stark.” he stuttered. he really hoped he didnt look flushed still.

the older mans eyes traced the scene, taking in his sleeping daughter, barely visible from where her face laid buried in her boyfriends chest, chin tucked into the soft hood. “nap time, im assuming?” it wasnt uncommon for y/n to take naps, his assumption unknowingly giving peter an out.

quickly nodding, he swallowed. “yes, sir.” he breathed, adjusting his hands to hold her better. when she stirred against him, he gently scratched behind her ear just along her hairline, and that seemed to soothe her back under.

tony stark was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of those. to think the two were simply napping would be false, and he knew that. under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate to wake his daughter up and lecture both teens until he sent peter home. tonight, for whatever reason, she looked so soundly asleep, and peter did seem to bring her an unusual amount of comfort, so, begrudgingly, he let it slide for one night. he even ignored the drawer under her nightstand slightly opened still, or the socks, boxers, and bra on the floor. blackmail for later. “alright, well…i have a dinner with pepper,” he stepped further into the cool bedroom. “when she wakes up, tell her i found the book she needed, its in my workshop.” he lent down to kiss his daughters forehead before straightening.

trying to keep his breathing even had become a full time job for peter, scared to give anything away. words werent trusted at the moment, so he simply nodded.

“night.” tony smirked lazily. watching peter squirm was fun.

❨🏷️❩　𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ mcu!peter parker x gn!reader · fluff · shitty ex-boyfriend · peter with his quips · swearing · another cliché ending · peter literally lives on your balcony · strangers to friends to possibly more · very self-indulgent · possible grammar & spelling mistakes · written in second pov · no use of y/n⌇ wc: 1,735

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ꉂ ` 🗒️ `˖ *　𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐤　 ⌯⌲ i'm so sorry if this seems rushed </3 I've been trying to get back into writing and i just feel so rusty after so many months 😭 but I really wanted to write some fluff for peter after the angst of brand new day.

“Can you just stop?! I told you we’re over, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Peter’s sitting on the edge of the apartment building’s rooftop, looking over the busy city, when he hears you yell at a guy down on the street from your balcony. He shouts back at you, talking about how you should take him back because he’ll be better this time. Which makes Peter scowl beneath his mask. He’s heard his fair share of excuses before, but whoever this guy was, he couldn't lie for shit.

“Hey, man, just leave them alone.” Peter chimes into your argument, which makes the guy redirect his anger at him.

“Look, this isn't your problem to solve, Spider-man.”

Eat you up (starring: peter parker)

Peter was on his knees between your legs like he’d been thinking about this for a long time.

He looked up at you once, cheeks already a little pink, before leaning in and dragging his tongue slowly up the underside of your cock from base to tip. The first wet stripe made your hips twitch. Peter let out a soft, almost shy hum, then opened his mouth and took you in.

He was so good at this it was unfair.

Peter’s mouth was warm, slick, and careful at first — like he wanted to get every detail right. He sank down until the head of your cock nudged the back of his throat, then swallowed around you with surprising ease. One hand wrapped around the base, stroking what he couldn’t fit, while the other rested on your thigh.

Every time he pulled back, his tongue swirled under the head before he took you deeper again, cheeks hollowing, spit already starting to drip down your shaft.

You slid your fingers into his messy brown hair. Peter made a quiet, pleased sound around your cock, the vibration shooting straight through you. He settled into a steady, filthy rhythm — wet sounds filling the room as he bobbed his head, taking more of you each time, spit making everything obscenely slick.

It didn’t take long.

The tight heat of his throat, the focused way he looked up at you through his lashes while he sucked, the constant wet pressure — it all stacked too fast. Your grip in his hair tightened.

“Peter— I’m gonna—”

He didn’t pull off. If anything he sank deeper, swallowing greedily as you came hard down his throat. Thick pulses spilled into his mouth and he took every drop, throat working around you until you were shaking.

You expected him to stop.He didn’t.Peter kept sucking, slower now but just as thorough, tongue dragging over your oversensitive cock as it twitched in his mouth. Your cum mixed with his spit until your entire length was shiny and dripping. You tried to ease him back, hand pushing gently at his shoulder.

“Peter— wait—”

He only latched on harder.

A soft, stubborn sound vibrated around your cock as he held you in his mouth, sucking gently but relentlessly through the aftershocks. Every pass of his tongue over the head made your thighs jump. Your cock was almost painfully sensitive, still half-hard and covered in the messy mix of spit and cum, and Peter treated it like something he wasn’t finished with yet.

“Too much—” you managed, voice strained.

Peter’s eyes flicked up, dark and determined. He pulled off just long enough to let a thick string of spit and cum connect his swollen lips to the tip of your cock, then immediately took you back into his mouth with a wet sound. He sucked harder this time, focusing on the sensitive head, tongue pressing and swirling until your hips jerked helplessly.

Your free hand gripped the sheets. Overstimulation sparked sharp and overwhelming through your gut. Peter clearly knew what he was doing — the way he kept you in his mouth, the quiet encouraging noises he made, the way he refused to let you escape.

The second orgasm hit you harder than the first.Your back arched as you squirted into his mouth with a broken groan, the release almost forced out of you by the constant wet suction. Peter’s eyes fluttered as he drank it down, throat working around you again, not wasting a drop even as your thighs trembled on either side of his head.

Only when the last weak pulses had faded did he finally pull off with a filthy, wet pop.Your cock left his mouth shiny and spent, still twitching, covered in a glossy mess of spit and cum. Peter licked his lips slowly, cheeks flushed, looking a little dazed but quietly proud of himself as he sat back on his heels.

“…You okay?” he asked softly, voice rough. Then a small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

But he knows what he’s doing—both to relieve the pressure, and to fluster you. To know just how to dare the encroaching push of his fingers as they sink into your vulnerable flesh; as they navigate further down the small of your back.

“My thighs don’t need to be rubbed, Frank,” you moan sleepily, lulled into a near-doze with the way he’s taken care to let his hands settle on the terrain of the skin. It’s sensitive—the way his nails scrape down to remind you of his presence make you squirm under his touch.

You can hear the smile in his voice, wicked and mischievous as he continues his hard work.

“Beg to differ, honey,” he breezes in that low tone—already working to push your legs open. You’re too jelly-limbed to resist him, the pleasurable way his hands feel as they dip down.

“Think you could use some more stress relief, don’t you think?” He asks. A coarse chuckle passes through as he feels the way you push into his touch.

Peter: What happened?

Y/N: He chased them to the next light and then reached into their window and--

Logan Howlett/Reader, 898 words

a/n: combined two requests for this, enjoy :)

cw: SMUT/18+ only, Logan goes down on reader, established relationship, height difference between reader and Logan (reader is taller), reader has a pussy but is referred to in gender-neutral terms

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