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Where Do Babies Come From? (Avengers X Child!Reader)

Character: Avengers X Child!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mild swearing, sex ed talk

HUMOUR

Request:Ive just found your blog!! Youre an amazing writer!! I wanted to ask one in which the reader is the little protect one sister of the avengers (like 12 years old) and she goes around the tower asking the avengers how babies are made. (she doesnt have a mom, so she doesnt know anything) and Tony freaks out because doesnt want her to grow up! I know u have a lot of work, hope this isnt bothering you!!! You are greeeat!

Tony had raised you since you were a baby, since your mom was out the picture. Being his little girl, he took his job as a father very seriously. He didn’t want to mess up like his own father so he made sure to go to all your school showcases, helped you with your homework and made sure you spent at least one day every week having a father-daughter relationship. Also since he’s Iron Man, he was very protective of you. The rest of the Avengers could see you were Tony’s world so vowed if anything bad happened and he couldn’t keep you safe, they would make sure to keep you safe. This led to you getting close to the Avengers.

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Postpartum depression is real and you perfectly described it. Shout out to all the mummies who fought through mental illnesses and staying strong. Shout out to all the mummies who don't need men for shit. Shout out to all the mummies who fight for their lives, giving birth. You guys are the real superheroes.

As it Was II: His Girl

Summary: You haven’t always been his girl. Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader A/N: ANGST! Thank you for all the feedback and love! As it Was will be a 3 part series. Part 2 is told from Bucky’s perspective. See you next time for Part 3 :)

It’s always relief that washes over him first when he pulls into the road, seeing the house the same as when he left. The pinwheels, the mailbox, the swing you shove him into even though you know he doesn’t fit.

His playful girl with a stubborn streak.

It’s been two weeks without his girl and his home. He’s been on longer missions, but two weeks is two weeks too long, just as they all are.

The second emotion he feels is anticipation. Excitement for the embrace he’ll give and receive. The kisses, the fingers through his hair, the knowledge that you will be rushing downstairs and into his arms.

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My cute bear

Miss You Already

"Toji, you do this every time." You have your massive bear of a man clinging to you, watching you through the mirror on your vanity as you apply lipstick. He watches your fingers mold around the cylindrical make up product, before his attention shifts to the dark, bloody shade of red that you're smearing on your lips.

"Do you really wanna go? You don't have to. You can stay in with me," he suggests, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

You smile at him through the mirror, already noting the subtle longing expression on his face, though, you haven't even left, yet. "I'll be back, baby." You drop the lipstick into your make up bag and zip it up, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror to see if anything needs to be adjusted or tidied up.

"You don't have to go," Toji repeats, slowly dragging a hand up your body to cup your breast. Almost instantly, he feels your nipple harden and press against the material of your dress. "Stay and look pretty, just for me," he murmurs, rubbing the stiffened peak. His other hand pushes up your dress and makes its way between your thighs to tease you over your panties. "I'll take such good care of you. You won't even be bummed about ditching your friends."

You let out a soft sigh, when Toji's fingers apply pressure to your clothed clit, the sultry sound followed by an equally seductive laugh, as you gently pull his hands off of you and turn around to absorb the neediness he's doing a poor job of hiding.

"It's just a couple hours," you assure, but clearly, that's not enough of a reason for Toji to relent, because he wordlessly takes your hand and puts it on his clothed hard on. He moves your hand back and forth over the bulge, not breaking eye contact with you for a second. "I know, honey," you coo. "I'm sorry. I swear, i'll let you do whatever you want to me when I come back, okay? I'll make it up to you."

"No, doll. Please," he almost whines, walking into your embrace and burying his face into your neck. "Stay," he pleads, brushing his lips over your delicate skin. "I want you."

"Baby." You laugh, letting your hands settle on his back.

He's nosing at your neck and your jaw, getting strong whiffs of the pretty scent you spritzed on. "Need you, pretty. Please don't."

You don't know what it is about going out, that turns Toji into the clingiest man ever. Your friends tell you that their partners practically push them out the door and say that it's fine for them to go out, as long as they act responsibly, and yet here you are, fighting for your night out.

"Alright, Toji. Come on," you say, patting his back. He pulls away from you and follows you to the bed. "Sit, baby," you instruct, when he just stands there, staring at you like a dog that's about to be abandoned. He does as you say and sits down on the bed, watching as you climb up and sit on your knees. "Pull it out. Come on, let me see it," you say, with a sly little grin.

He lifts his hips and pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his drooling cock. He then wraps his hand around the length and smears his oozing precum over it, eliciting a few quiet, low groans. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap, holding his gaze with a soft smile on your face, when his hands go under the skirt of your dress to move your panties aside.

"I know you don't want me to go, baby," you start. His leaking tip meets your warm, soft skin and instantly, a chill runs down his spine. He pushes the tip in and you begin to slowly lower yourself onto him. "I-I know," you utter, trying to keep it together as you take in more and more of him. Once you're fully seated, you let out a sigh, and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning forward to speak softly into his ear. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Before midnight, love." You raise your hips and lower them again, luring a small, but needy groan from him. "You have my location, so you'll be able to see where I am."

"Mhm," Toji hums, dragging his blunt nails up and down your back.

"And you'll know when I'm on my way home," you murmur, kissing his earlobe and giggling at the sight of the lipstick that transferred onto his skin.

"Yeah... That too, mama," he replies. His hands go lower, beneath your dress, again, to rest on your ass for a mere second before he starts rubbing and squeezing it.

"And—fuck, baby—you'll see when i'm right around the corner."

"Twenty s-seconds," he says, breathily, as you leave more kisses on his ear.

"Right, twenty seconds," you say, pressing a kiss to his temple, knowing it'll leave a red lip print behind. "Twenty seconds, and the car-" you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, lured out by the feeling of his fingers reaching your clit and rubbing it. "Fuck," you moan, when he bucks his hips up to meet your movements. "Twenty seconds and the... the car, will be parked in our driveway."

"And then you'll be home," Toji says, certainty riddling the statement.

"Then, I'll be home," you confirm, pressing a kiss beneath his eye, then another one on his cheek. You hear his low chuckles and when you lean back to look at him, he has the most lovestruck expression on his face. "What? You like my kisses?" You ask, reciprocating his loving gaze.

"Your lipstick is smudged," Toji says, his eyes pinpointed to the color that escaped the lines of your lips. You still look gorgeous, even with that slightly messy detail. His breath catches when you roll your hips on him a little faster and lean in to decorate his face with more a your warm, affectionate kisses. "Fucking love your kisses, ma." He can see hints of the color you left on his skin through his peripheral vision and he notices that each time you pull away, you have less color on your lips. By the time you finish covering his face and the side of his neck with kisses, the pigment that once was on your lips, remains as merely a faded blush.

"It's all gone, doll," Toji groans, breathing a little more heavily as you up the pace of your hips one more time. He sounds like he's just as close to his peak as you are.

"I know... It's okay. Do I still look pretty?" You ask, your breathy laugh mingling with the sweetness of your sultry sounds. Without a warning, Toji leans in and kisses you in a manner full of affirmation. He's guiding your hips, assisting you in quickly bouncing up and down his cock, now. Every sound you make is sealed in the kiss and greedily devoured by him, and when you both cum, the kiss gets sloppy and you lose synchronization, leaving both of you to just moan, groan, and pant into each others mouths. The overly tight grip he uses to still your hips to avoid overstimulation, would be painful if you weren't so blissed out by your orgasm.

"Fucking gorgeous," Toji mumbles. He tilts your head slightly to expose the side of your neck and presses gentle kisses along the area, just before sucking on the delicate skin and leaving his own longer lasting mark on you. "There you go, pretty baby. Gave you a little peck, too," he says, after rubbing the small patch of his saliva into the mark.

The sight before you makes a lazy smile curl on your lips. Toji's entire face is scattered with your red kiss prints—even his lips have a slight tint to them. He looks loved, and by the looks of the soft expression on his face, he must feel like it, too.

You slowly lift yourself off of Toji and he fixes your underwear, patting the front, before letting you get off the bed. You head to the bathroom to fetch him a towel, and once you hand it to him, you make your way over to your vanity and use a make up wipe to remove the previous layer of lipstick, so you can reapply a new layer on a clean slate.

You see Toji looking at you from his spot on the bed and smile at him before zipping up your make up bag. Once you feel satisfied with the way you look and you finish buckling the ankle straps of your heels, you go over to Toji to say goodbye.

"You look like Valentine's Day incarnate," you tease, running a thumb over one of the kisses on his cheek. He wants to smile, but all he can think about is how in a minute, you'll be gone and he'll be spending the next few hours alone. You see that same longing look from before return. He looks so soft and it's chipping at your heart, but you can't fall for it. He does this every. time. It's only a couple hours. You'll be back with him before you know it.

"Take a nap or try to sleep through. When I get back and finish dressing down, I'll slide right into bed with you, alright?" You offer him a soft smile, and wait for him to respond so that you can go.

Toji sighs, like it physically pains him to watch you leave. It's not going to be as easy to get to sleep without you. Getting a taste of your loving just made him want you to stay even more, but he knows he can't keep you from spending time with your friends. They don't see you every day, and he does. He wakes up to you every morning, he spends the rest of his day with you when he comes home from work—with the exception of those few times he accepts invites to hang out with his colleagues. Even on those rare occasions, he's never experienced you trying to convince him to staying home, because you know, at the end of the day, he'll take his place next to you in bed. Plus, it's not like you're sleeping over at one of their houses. When you're done hanging out with your friends, you'll come home, and you'll sleep next to him, as always.

"Yeah, okay," Toji says, finally letting up, to avoid holding you back any longer. "Call me for whatever reason. You know you don't need one."

You lean down and leave a dark red kiss on his forehead, then wait for him to meet you halfway for a peck on the lips. "Love you," you murmur.

"Love you, ma," Toji responds, catching one more sweet smile from you, before you leave the bedroom and set out for your night.

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So cute

Take You There

Summary:  Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It’s like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair. Pairing: Bucky x Reader A/N: It’s just smut. Sex pollen. Dub-con. Angst-ish. Semi-breeding kink it’s nasty y’all. 3.8K word count

“What about Clint?”

Through the com, Bucky hears Sam’s voice, posing the question innocently even though his pitch sounds like a grin.

Clint scoffs back, “Stop it.”

“Okay. But imagine the scenario,”

To his right, you duck behind a corner to protect yourself from bullets. Wilson would be the kind of idiot to have this sort of conversation in the middle of a firefight. A long pause as the rest of the team waits for him to continue his proposition.

“Imagine the scenario!” He repeats, yelling above the sound of machine gun fire in the distance.

A piece of broken metal is flung from your hand, slicing its way into the opposite wall.

“What scenario?!” You scream, irritated at his stalling, “Finish the damn sentence!”

“You know….” Another annoyingly long pause. “Fuck or die.”

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i think that the blue lock fandom needs more raichi enthusiasts

Daddy issues playing rn

Pliant

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Every now and then, Tony needs you to help clear his head while he’s working.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT. TW: Somnophilia (consensual).

WC: 1.5K

A/N: Well, howdy. Here's a kinky treat for kinktober. Heed the warnings, please!!

MASTERLIST

Like a messy notebook with notes scribbled in the margins, sometimes Tony’s head got a bit crowded.

It was a rare occurrence - usually he was good at keeping track of his thoughts, or leaning on the assistance of his AI to catalogue his quick-fire ideas as they tumbled out of his mouth. Yet, on those particularly manic nights, when he was under a time crunch or running on a ridiculously unhealthy amount of sleep, things got lost. His ideas got snowed in beneath new ones.

He glanced at the time in the corner of his monitor. It was late - after midnight. He’d been holed up in the lab for over twenty-four hours, only taking a swift break in the afternoon to shower and eat (at your firm insistence). But he’d been rooted in the same problem for over an hour now and at this rate, he’d be backtracking through his voice logs with JARVIS to identify what it was that he’d been thinking but hadn’t said out loud and-

Well. There was a much more simple, quicker solution than that. Something that was a sure-fire way to clear the cobwebs in his brain.

“J, is she awake?” He asked, tapping out a staccato rhythm on his thighs.

The AI didn’t respond for a moment or two, and Tony sweared to fuck that the asshole was judging him. “No, she is currently in bed. Her heart rate indicates that she is asleep.”

He pulled up the camera surveillance of your shared bedroom. You’d left the lamp on. The sheets obscured most of your body, save for your upper back where he could see your bare shoulders. His lips pursed while he considered his options. There was something that you’d mentioned recently - something that had played on his mind that he was definitely intrigued by.

“You know…” You worried at your lower lip, shy eyes focused on where your fingers were working at loosening his tie. “You’re always coming to bed so late at night. And- well… I think that it’d be really fucking sexy if you got me worked up in my sleep..?” Your voice trailed up in the form of a question, unsure of what his response would be. “Just - I don’t know - the thought of waking up with your fingers, or shit, your cock inside of me… and knowing that you’d been playing with me while I was asleep…” You sighed dreamily, gaze flicking up to his own briefly before darting away again. “The thought kind of turns me inside out.”

He watched your sleeping form, his cock twitching at the thought of going up there and- He pushed himself out of his chair and started for the bedroom.

He took his shoes off before he ascended the stairs, his steps near-silent as he entered the bedroom, and quietly closed the door behind himself. His heart was racing. Despite the fact that you’d told him this was something you wanted, he couldn’t help but feel sneaky. Like he was breaking the rules. He crouched down at your side of the bed and carefully peeled the sheets off your body, biting down onto his tongue as your bare ass came into view. The way your leg was hitched up meant that your slit was right there for him to touch. He ran a warm hand over your even warmer hip, feeling your silky skin beneath his calloused fingertips. God, you were so fucking sexy. He’d never get enough of you - he was sure of that.

He sucked two fingers into his mouth, coating them with his spit before gently - so fucking gently - running a fingertip up your slit. He expected you to snap awake at any moment. He wanted to make this good for you; play things out the way that you’d described to him. He continued to carefully run his fingers up and down your slit, his pressure turning a bit more firm when you didn’t stir from your slumber. He could see the way your body naturally reacted to his touch, your sticky slick seeping out and making the glide of his fingers smoother, easier.

He had to bite down onto the knuckle of his free hand when he pressed a finger inside of you. Jesus Christ, you were so hot and silky. Each brush of his fingers, every quiet, wet sound, was seemingly amplified in the otherwise silent room. He slowly fucked you with one finger, palming at himself through his jeans when your body produced more and more slick, until pressing a second finger inside was an almost effortless squeeze.

“Mmm…”

He froze at the quiet sound, fingers buried inside of you to the hilt and eyes flicking up to your face.

You were still asleep: expression lax, lips slightly parted. “You dreaming about me baby?” He whispered, curling his fingers and huffing quietly at the way your hips lazily rolled into the feeling. “Fucking hell…”

He withdrew his fingers and spread wetness to your clit, lightly circling the bud as he palmed at his now rock-hard cock through his pants. Your breaths were turning a little bit heavier. He knew that you’d wake up soon.

He pulled his hand away and stood to strip himself of his clothes, wrapping a hand around his cock and biting down into his lip to contain his moan of satisfaction. Then, carefully rolling your body to provide himself with access, he ran the head of his dick along your dripping cunt. His eyes stayed on your face, waiting for a reaction that never came.

Slowly, oh, so fucking slowly, he guided himself into of you, eyes rolling back as you enveloped him inch by wet-warm inch.

“Oh. Ohhh…” Your moan was more present. He watched your eyes flutter open, the realisation dawning on your face before you let out the sweetest, neediest whine and hitched your leg higher up on the bed. “Oh my fucking- Tony yes.”

“Well hi, sleeping beauty,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and overwhelmed as he grinded in deep, “Nice of you to join me.”

He began to fuck you with slow, steady thrusts, allowing your mind to process the feeling. But fuck, you were so pliant - so relaxed, having just woken up - that the glide of his cock was so smooth it sent tingles up his spine. The needy sound you let out made his hips snap forward with a bit more force than he’d intended. “You love the thought of me using this pretty pussy whenever I want, don’t you?” He growled, picking up his pace. “Should’ve seen how quick you were to get worked up on my fingers. How easy it was for me to get you wet.”

You looked over your shoulder at him with pleading eyes, your brow creased with an overwhelmed frown, and the sight nearly did him in. He groaned and withdrew his cock, roughly taking hold of your leg and rolling you onto your back. He tugged your body so that you were laid out on the edge of the mattress before sliding back inside of you, the change in angle making you cry out. Each rock forward made your tits bounce, your hands moving to the bedsheets where you held on tight.

“I’m gonna come,” you whined, your neck strained with the tension of your building release. He reached down to roll your clit beneath the pad of his thumb, the slippery touch clumsy because of how fucking soaked you were. Jesus Christ. You were a fucking dream.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his thighs hitting your skin with resounding smacks, “Come for me. Show me how much you love being my little fuck toy.” His voice was strained as he fought to hold back his own release, deep and gravelly at how wonderfully wrecked you looked.

You shouted as you peaked, your body curling in on itself and clenching down at the force of the feeling. You squeezed so tight and perfect around his cock that it ripped his orgasm from him, milked his cock until his mind was blank of everything but pure pleasure.

And with that clarity of mind - that perfect silence - came the revelation he’d be chasing.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, jerking his hips forward as though punctuating the dual physical and mental relief. “Jesus, baby. You’re perfect. Such a perfect little toy.”

You reached out for him, your eyes dazed and needy, and he went to you without hesitation. He sighed out through his nose as he kissed you - licked into your mouth greedily and possessively. He felt your fingers card back through his hair, the feeling sparking against the aftershocks that prickled down his spine.

“You gonna come to bed?” You breathed, your voice warm puffs against his lips.

He looked down at your soft eyes, rolled his hips once more just to feel you squeeze around his sensitive cock. He hadn’t been planning to go to sleep. Rather, he’d just figured out how to jump the hurdle that was keeping him from completing his work in the lab. But- you had the sweetest look in your eyes. Your hands were toasty against the sides of his neck. And god, how could he say ‘no’ to you?

“Yeah, baby,” he hummed, pressing a tender kiss against your lips. Work could wait until the morning.

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