Sweet Temptations

Sweet Temptations

Summary: All her life Y/n had smelt nothing but blood, determined to ease the suffering of her soulmate she vowed to only surround herself with sweet scents. But what happens when a sexy thick thighed Space Viking walks through her door? 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, some body shaming, talk of grief. 

Y/n had lived her whole life smelling scents that weren’t around her. She always thought she was crazy, or something was physically wrong with her, that was until the day her mother told her about soulmates. Everyone had a soulmate, and they were connected by one of the 6 senses, her parents had been connected by sight, so they had found each other relatively easy.

Others aren’t so lucky and get taste or, like you, smell. How were you supposed to find your other half on smell alone? Most scents were normal, soaps and clean laundry and sometimes the smell of the outdoors, like grass and flowers. The smell that worried you the most was the metallic sting of blood.

This was the most common smell, it scared you to think that your soulmate could be hurt, or that they had to see the level of violence that would cause such a strong smell of copper. You decided that you would only give them sweet smells, scents to comfort them and make them feel safe.

Years later, you were keeping that promise you made to yourself. Sweet Temptations was 7 successful years into business, despite the snap being done 6 years ago and then undone just last year, your business had never suffered. Here you were, the best pastry chef in Queens, and the staple baker for none other than the Avengers themselves.

You had gotten to know Nat after the snap, she had been grieving and needed some serious sugar therapy, and she deemed that both your pastries and your friendship were the cure. Now that everyone she had lost was back, they all were addicted to you too. You’d only met a few members of the team besides Nat, including Wanda, Tony, and Steve all of whom you had seen in person. Bruce only ever ordered over the phone, Nat told me he’s kind of a hermit, but he made her happy and seemed sweet.

Nat was the only one that knew your secret, no one else knew about the link with your soulmate. They thought you just loved to bake, and in a way you did now. But it took years for your choice to become a passion. One that hopefully one day would pay off. For the last handful of years, you’d had the stench of stale beer and old pizza wafting into your nose, over the last few months it was being replaced with much more pleasant scents like clean laundry and soap. You just worried about what would make them so upset to drown themselves in beer and carbs every day for 6 years.

Thor had been struggling with his depression and survivors guilty now that most of his made family had been returned to him. He actively had been trying to better himself and get back the once confident god. No videogames, no drinking and most importantly therapy, to recover from his grief and forgive himself.

Thor left his latest session to see a message from Lady Natasha, asking him to pick up her pastry order. Normally he would have made an excuse to avoid such a temptation, but he had a confidence boost from his session. Most people would believe that his vice was drinking, but they would be very wrong, with the constant scent of fresh pastries and sweets constantly floating around him he had the biggest sweet tooth on Midgard. It was all thanks to his soulmate, whoever they were, for the persistent raging battle of wills.

This errand for Natasha was to be his true test, he vowed to not sample any of the delicious morsels that this shop had to offer. He was a god of his word, and he would win this mental battle. The entire walk there he believed that this was true, until he walked in and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, serving said delicacies.

Her smile lit up the room, her cheekbones lifting higher making her round face even more round. Warm y/e/c eyes shifted their focus to him as she called him by name.

“Thor, right? You’re here for Nat’s order?” Sweet voice like honey in his ears. So lost in her that he stayed silent just staring. Politely she didn’t mention his odd behavior and simply wrote a note and attached it to the box of pastries she handed over.

“Here you are handsome! Tell Nat hi for me, ok?” She winked at him. A blush rose on his cheeks at her comment. How could she think he was handsome, surely, she was jesting? He once had been handsome but now he was much heavier and less muscular. He avoided looking in mirrors and just started wearing clothing other than sweatpants last week. She had to be acting nice because she was Natasha’s friend, she couldn’t really mean what she had said.

The walk back to the compound went quickly as he mentally spiraled with negative thoughts about his body. As he walked into the living room of their communal floor the team swarmed him for their treats only to freeze in place at the look on his face.

“You wanna talk about it bud?” Bucky asked, having gone through his own mental hurdles he knew not to press too much and demand answers. And the look on Thor’s face showed that currently those mental demons were kicking his ass.

“Therapy went well, I was quite confident and feeling more like my old self. But then I saw this beautiful woman and she called me handsome, but she must have been joking. I just kind of spiraled.” Thor laughed awkwardly to make light of his pain.

“Hey Pointbreak, this woman happen to be curvy, with a smile like sunshine and y/h/c hair?” Tony asked him, startled Thor nodded in confirmation.

“She meant it big guy, says so right here.” He pulls out a note card with Y/n’s name and number that says “If talking isn’t your thing, maybe texting me will be easier” with a heart and a wink.

Nat hid smiling in the corner her plan working perfectly, while Thor was recovering back at home, post un-snap, he told her of his soulmate connection and the tempting smells of sweet sugary treats. She had her suspicions, so she started ordering more treats for the team from her baking bestie, to see if they were the ones. He never reacted to the scents until he could see them, commenting on how he had been craving just that. It had all made sense, his sweet addiction, and her constant smell of coppery blood. The baker and the Space Viking God, who would have known?

Finally, months later, she had set the trap. But this big blonde idiot was too dumbstruck by your delicious curves to see the big picture. It all replied of you now, and Nat hoped that was enough.

When Thor had stepped through the door of your shop you had known right away that he was your soulmate. For once you could smell your own creations as you were surrounded by them. For the last few months, you had been smelling sweets after your opened for the day. You had figured out that it was a customer of your shop, but it wasn’t someone who came in themselves. But never in a million years did you think that the hunky god of thunder thighs would be your other half. Damn, he was yummier than any pastry you could ever make.

He was HOT, long blonde hair you could grab onto, dark trimmed beard over strong jaw, and lonely blue you could drown in. And his new belly? Perfect! He was now as cuddly as he was sexy, you usually went for the bigger guys, guys who wouldn’t judge you for your curves but love and embrace them, so why wouldn’t you embrace him for all of his?

You took the shot to reach out, giving a guy your number and being forward wasn’t really your thing, but you refused to be the reason you missed out on your soulmate. Now to pray and hope he’s the type of God that answers prayers.

Y/n’s phone rings with an unknown caller ID.

“Hello, is this Y/N?” His deep voice resonates over the speaker.

“It is, and is this my Space Viking Soulmate? Nice to hear your voice Handsome.”

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted anything for a few weeks. Work has been crazy! 🫣 I have the next few days off so, in between cleaning up my messy house and other errands, I’m gonna do a writing binge.

Hopefully I’ll have some chapters and drabbles that I can post over the next week or so to keep you all entertained. 🤞🏻Now that work is easing up I should be making a schedule for story drops. Keep an eye out! 😘

Longing Hearts

Summary: Y/n was rescued by Bucky when she was younger leading them to a beautiful friendship. But will the friendship evolve into something more with distance and time? Y/n is all grown up now and the boys are back from war. Will their longing hearts finally become one?

Warning: angst, eventual smut, talk of assault, fluff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3— coming soon

Bean duine briste

(Wife of a Broken Man)

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser x Female OC

*I own only the OC, all other characters belong to the creators of Outlander*

18+ to Read!! (There will be smut down the road!)

Summary:

Having served with Claire as a nurse in WWII, Isla went with Claire and Frank to Scotland to see her mother’s home country. Her aunt Mrs.Baird told her stories of the stones and both Isla and Claire went to see for themselves the magic of the place. Neither expected to be transported 200 years into the past, nor did they expect to fall for rough and ruggedly handsome highlanders.

Will the women get back to their time and the loved ones they left behind, or will they fall too deeply into the strong arms of our favorite Fraser men?

Prologue: A summary of the altered story before chapter 1

Having fallen through the stones Claire and Isla wonder through the Forrest in search of the road to Inverness, only to be cornered by a man who looks like Frank Randall. As Claire is pinned to a tree about to be assaulted, Isla raises a jagged rock to strike Black Jack over the head, only to have a large bearded man beat her to it.

With Black Jack unconscious the women are whisked away by the bearded Scott to a cabin not far away. The room is full of more rugged Scotts, one of whom is injured, Claire steps forward to relocate the young red headed man’s shoulder while she swears like a sailor. The women then introduce themselves, Claire by her maiden name and Isla by her own name.

After the man is bandaged up, the women then are forced on horseback, Claire with the redhead named Jamie and Isla with Murtagh, the bearded man who found them. The ride is long, cold and wet, forcing them to share the tartan with their riding partners. In the middle of the night Claire recognizes the ambush location and warns the men, who dislodge the women form their saddle and tell them to hide. The men fight and find the women, continuing their journey to the castle.

When they arrive the next morning Claire and Isla are introduced to Mrs. Fitz, Murtagh’s aunt, who shows Isla her room and helps Clair clean Jamie’s wounds. Once dressed properly, the women are taken to meet the Laird, Colum Mackenzie, and are interrogated. Claire tells a tale of a widowed woman on her way to relatives in France, while Isla told a version of the truth, that she is a friend simply traveling with Claire on her journey. Colum still having doubts interrogates them at dinner and then holds them as “guests” for an undecided amount of time.

While held hostage, of a sort, Claire is made healer of the clan and keeps busy with herbs and tonics. Isla spends her time looking after Colum himself, having some experience with disfigured limbs and a decent understanding of his, not yet diagnosed, condition. Colum being very grateful, due to his decreased pain, allows Isla more room to explore the castle and spend time with Mrs.Fitz and her family.

When the time comes for the rent party to leave, Dougal, Colum’s brother, requests both women to accompany the party as insurance that Claire wouldn’t run away while on the road.

This is where our story begins…..

Chapter 1- June 2nd

Chapter 2-

Had to share this one. 😘

That One Night with Spiderman [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Spiderman slept with a random girl he just met. There's a new vigilante/superhero in town. Do the math.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, p in v, a lot of heavy flirting and sexual tension, semi public sex, kinda fluffy sometimes if you squint

A/N : i have found my horny self again in the tasm movies 🙈 andrew garfield owns me and my reproductive organs !!!

again, all mistakes are mine !! don't forget to tell me what you thought about it !!

also i might start putting song selections that could help getting the general feel of the fic ?? tell me what you think of it !!

Opening his eyes, Peter recognized the ceiling of his apartment. He felt heavy and had an absolute vicious headache but he had just woken up from the best sleep he had in a while. Groaning and wrapping himself in the heat of his bedsheets, he smiled sleepily at the source of warmth clinging to his body. Suddenly, realization hit him like a truck : why the fuck was there a random person in his bed ?

Turning around slowly, he recognized the face of a sleeping woman. He couldn’t help but inspect it slowly. She was fucking beautiful, breathtaking even. Sleeping peacefully in his bed, like she was meant to be here, as if she had been sleeping here for years.

He could see the very distinct shape of her naked body, wrapped in his covers. The curve of your legs, one crossed over the other and forming a smooth line from your exposed feet to your shoulder. His eyes scanned over the bump of your hips, the slight swell of your breasts through the fabric had his cheeks turn red.

He smiled softly before shaking his head, it wasn’t the moment to be daydreaming. He looked around and noticed the clothes on the floor, he could see his own and others, probably yours. On top of that, he recognized a bra and panties laying on the floor. Fuck.

He slept with her ?! How ? He knew how, obviously he knew how, hell his memory was coming back and the how was very vivid in his mind. Your moans and the feeling of your body around him had him blushing deeper and adverting his eyes from you. Seeing you laid like that in his bed wasn’t helping the reaction he was having right now. He took a pillow to cover his growing erection and tried to figure out who you were.

He remembered the party he had decided to go to. Going to college meant a lot of those and while he avoided them regularly, he thought now would be a good time to start having fun. The break-up with Gwen, who was in London, had hit him hard and he just wanted to get better and move on. She was and he should to, that was the right thing to do. Now in the process of doing so, he had decided to get drunk, forgetting that the spider bite changed his alcohol tolerance. He couldn’t really get drunk that easily now and the drinks weren’t that good either so he decided on retreating to one of the bathrooms for a while before leaving.

He remembered now, you had hidden there with him. You wanted to catch a breath too, for the same reasons as him so you entered the bathroom and when you noticed him he invited you to sit in the bathtub with him. You both started talking pretty quickly and he didn’t know how or why but that had been enough to make him feel dizzy, you presence was intoxicating. He had been the one to initiate the first contact, pulling you closer to him by the ankles as you sat in front of him. Playing along, you had sat on your knees and started playing with his hair.

He remembered staring at your smile and then just your lips. They looked so pretty, plump and probably so sweet too. He didn’t want to spook you so he had simply grabbed your waist to pull you a little closer. You kept playing along, wrapping your arms around his neck and then running your fingers in his hair.

He was the one to practically throw himself on you, kissing you desperately. He was right, you tasted so sweet, like candy. Tightening his hold around your waist and lowering it to your hips, he took the opportunity you gave him when you took a long breath, to shove his tongue in your mouth and swallow your moans. Molding his lips around yours, the kiss made his brain fuzzy. It was all tongue, moans and grunts, you both grinding against the other like horny teenagers.

As you both got closer to a point of begging the other to touch you further, you decided that leaving the party was better. He didn’t even remember how you had finished at his apartment, all he knew was that once he got you inside his place, he pinned you to the wall, wrapped your legs around his waist and fucked you in the doorway. He had never been this desperate for someone before, he had you a second time in his bed and maybe he blacked out after but could you blame him ? You had been bouncing on his lap and he couldn’t help but beg uncontrollably.

“Pete ?”

He thought he had reached peak embarrassment last night but clearly not, not with the absolutely disgusting scream he let out as he fell backwards, off his bed. He regained his capacities fast, looking over the mattress and seeing you all dressed and ready to leave. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that you were leaving but that was the principle of having a one night stand.

You looked beautiful asleep but absolutely smoking awake. He was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing at all right now and that was okay, maybe, not. He still needed to breath to live and also to not look weird. Taken out of his daydreaming, he heard you chuckle while you gathered your shoes in your hand and your phone in the other.

“You look really cute in the morning Parker, but don’t let anyone catch you by surprise that easily. A spider who wants to survive has to do the surprising first.” You smirked before taking a leap out of the window.

He had been so focused on your face so close to his that he hadn’t paid attention to what you had been saying. When he fully registered your words, he rushed to his window looking for you but you were gone. He started reviewing the entire night, searching through his mind for signs and answers as to how the fuck did you know who he was. Looking around the room, he found his phone. He didn’t know how the battery wasn’t dead but that wasn’t the moment to think about that.

Checking his recent texts he found a new one from an unknown number. He chuckled nervously, sinking to the floor.

From : unknown

To : me

twas nice to meet you spidey ;) hopefully you’ll get to meet me for real soon.

~

For the rest of the day he wondered what you meant and how you knew about him. You had been so mysterious in the text and spamming you wasn’t working with him so for the next hours he tried to focus on his lectures while internationally squeezing his brain to try and remember how or why you knew his secret identity.

As the day progressed, night had gotten closer and he had returned to his place, laying anxiously in his bed. He had been fidgeting like crazy, thinking about whether or not he should talk to you or not. He wanted to, needing to fix the situation before it became worse (if it could get worse than this honestly). If you knew his identity, a girl he didn’t know at all but had slept with, his life and the people around him could be in danger.

He thought about everything he had said and started hitting himself on the head for not remembering fully. He couldn’t get drunk but he clearly had felt the after effects of drunkenness and it all started from the moment he kissed you, or maybe before. Honestly he still couldn’t remember.

Yeah, you two had instantly clicked and it made sense that he would trust you to a certain degree, you had seen him naked after all. Now, he didn’t know or trust you enough to reveal his secret to you like that ! He knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He was new to relationships but not completely fucking dumb, so how did you know about him ? Yeah, maybe he was stupid.

He couldn’t degrade himself longer, his radio going off, signaling a car chase and a robbery. Spidey was needed.

Swinging through the streets of Queens, he looked around, weighting the gravity of the situation and looking through the amount of people on the street. As he passed in front of various windows, he quickly felt a presence near, following his in the same direction. Turning his head, he saw a figure leap over roofs and run towards the location of the robbers. When he landed, he looked towards the person in disbelief. Who the fuck was that ? What the fuck was going on ?!

The crowd, just as surprised as he was, quickly turned entirely towards the buzzing woman in white. She looked like she had been taken straight out of the Antiquity, from the Pantheon itself. Hell she even had a cape. The must’ve been so unpractical.

Getting off the car you had been perched on, he watched you float closer to the car that was probably about to speed towards you to run you over. He wasn’t paying much attention though, he was too focused on the fact that people could fucking fly ?! What was that ?! Did they get bitten too ? By some flying creature ? Maybe a pigeon or a falcon, she looked more like the falcon kind. Or even an eagle, yeah an eagle felt right.

No ! Now wasn’t the time to figure out what kind of bird she fucking was ! He had a bunch of robbers to take care of. Or so he thought. Focusing back on the situation, he heard the loud cheers of the crowd and if he had his mask off she would see how surprised he looked. A giant lighting spear piercing the hood of the car and keeping it in place as the men who were in it were all tied together on the floor by what seemed to be electric ropes.

Passing them to the authorities, he watched her start to float away but not before whispering something that even with his hearing, he shouldn’t have been able to hear but did nonetheless because it was resonating in his literal head.

“Told you we would see each other again Bug Boy.”

Hearing the voice in his head, he froze on the spot. It wasn’t human but his hearing worked differently, enough for him to recognize the one behind it. You, the girl from the morning who had been running through his mind the whole day ! Now he understood clearly what you meant, you were a vigilante too. Or maybe closer to a superhero seeing how you were dressed.

He watched you float away and finally felt like he could move and move completely. He leaped and ran after you, swinging around buildings again trying to web you by the feet to pull you towards him. You were flying pretty fast and even if that did fascinate him, he couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the power.

He was loosing patience so simply went for it, shooting a web in your direction and watching it wrap around your ankle, he pulled you towards his chest and fell on a rooftop. He didn’t expect you to turn around and kick him in the chest again. Rolling backwards and practically off the building, he caught his balance rapidly and ran to you in hopes of figuring out what the fuck was going on.

“Fuck, what shoes do you have that hurt like that and why does it feel like an elephant kicked me in the chest ?” He groaned, rolling on the floor in pain.

He heard you chuckle as you got closer to him and extended your arm in his direction. Grabbing your hand, you pulled you towards him and flipped both your positions to pin you to the floor.

“Last time I had you in this position, we ended up in my bed.” He grinned through the mask.

He softened his hold around your wrists when he saw you smile softly at him, rookie mistake. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your weight on top of his to straddle him and keep him calm.

“Last time I had you in this position, you kept slamming my hips on your dick. Very hard. Made you feel good didn’t I, Pete ?” You chuckled, leaning over his face, inspecting his covered feature. Yeah, Peter was good looking, very good looking even. And you could testify that he was just as good in bed as in class.

Ripping his mask off of his face he huffed in annoyance more towards himself than you. His mind was going everywhere but in the right direction.

“What did you do to me at the party ?” Asked the young man, sitting up but keeping you on his lap. “I don’t get drunk, I can’t, but you show up and I suddenly feel all dizzy and I can’t remember shit from the night before ? And how do you know my secret identity ? Why are you here ? Are you following me ? And how do you know the college I go to ?! You were targeting me ?!” He rambled rapidly before being cut off by a kiss.

That was new, not so much in the sense that he never kissed you before but no one had ever tried to shut him up with a kiss. He liked it. A lot. Your lips, tender against his, pulled away but kept his face in your hands.

“God you talk so much when you’re panicking… Not gonna lie, it is kinda cute.” You smirked pecking his lips once more.

You chuckled when he groaned, clearly not pleased by the situation or at least trying to act angry. He wasn’t doing a very good job since his arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“I didn’t target you Peter, I didn’t even know you were Spiderman when I went into the bathroom. I figured it out while talking to you and confirmed it when I kissed you. Took a look into your brain, your thoughts.” You explained calmly, playing with his fingers.

He shouldn’t have been this comfortable at the thought of a random stranger looking into his brain but then again, you had slept together so that was a lot of barriers crossed already. Also you did look kinda cute right now, playing with his hand with a soft smile on your face. He felt compelled to caress your cheek and chuckled when you nuzzled against his palm.

“You wanna tell me about your origin story or I should just assume that you were bitten by some flying alien ?” He sassed, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled, dropping your face on his shoulder before answering.

“I wasn’t bitten by an alien dingus… Just struck by lightning when I was like, I don’t know, three ? I was supposed to die but I didn’t, instead I got superpowers. Now it probably has to do with the fact that the lightning that struck me, I had kinda summoned it. Grandma’s a witch I guess, and I found one of her very powerful spells. So now, here I am.” You explained as if it was the most normal thing ever.

He couldn’t help but scoff at how normal this was for you. Guess this had been the life you had lived. He had his own new version of normal anyways so he wasn’t really in any position to judge. Even if witchcraft seemed a lot more complicated than radioactive science.

“Also, before you ask, now I didn’t sleep with you to figure out your identity. I don’t need to go that far. Hell, the kiss was already a lot if you don’t remember all your night. Reading someone’s mind this closely does play a little with their memories but give it a day or two and you’ll have it all back.” You said, scaring and reassuring him in the same sentence.

You stoop up from the floor and dusted of your suit then looked at him again, keeping that cute smile on your face. God, he wanted to kiss you again.

“Now to your last important question, I don’t know the college you go to. I just know the college I go to. I was told people were having a party to start off the semester and I thought that showing uo for once would be cool. Definitely don’t regret it. Had my first one night stand and all ? Finally leaving that fanfiction life I read about on internet.” You laughed lightly.

Getting up too, he got close to you but you backed away, holding you hand up in front of you to stop him.

“If you get any closer we’re not leaving this roof Spidey and I’m getting a little cold out here.”

“I could help with the cold. And on the way you could explain who you are a little more, you know ? To get to know each other. Or at least so that I learn a little more about you since you’ve been in my head. It’s only fair.” He says, tilting his head innocently to the side.

You raised your eyebrows, surprised by the slight change in demeanor. He looked very comfortable around you already. Again, you had crossed several stages in a relationship already, jumping straight to the sex part and the revealing your deepest secrets to the other. Might as well share your social security number while you were at it.

“Don’t worry about fairness pretty boy, you’ll get it another day. Today, you’ll have to forget it. Good try though.” You pulled him by the collar, kissing his lips one last time before flying away into the night.

Peter stayed still and silent, looking into the distance and watching your figure get further and further away from him. He debated on following you to your place but something in him told him he wouldn’t really be trying to get to know you by talking. Yeah, he wasn’t going to lie, he was pushing past the need to fuck you ok the rooftop but the rational part of him reminded him that he’d been knowing your for 48 hours maximum.

Putting his mask back on, he jumped off the roof and swung back to his place, he would get to meet you tomorrow, on campus.

~

He, in fact, did not meet you the next day on campus. Turns out the part of his memory containing your name gad been gone for another day so finding you had been tough and even when he did no one knew you. He thought you had lied to him about going to the same college as him but turns out you weren’t lying.

It took him an entire week to find you, seven business days technically so more, but he ended up finding you. In another department. You were in the law department, completely opposite of his. It had been a coincidence for him to hear your name while skateboarding around campus and one he did he practically jumped the two students who had been talking about you. They lead him towards the building in which you were having your last lecture if the day and he waited patiently outside.

When the doors opened, he saw you walk out, face down focused on your phone and headphones wrapped around your ears. He chuckled, you were making it too easy for him to sneak up on you right now, he couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. Walking big steps behind you, he couldn’t help but laugh when you yelped as a response to him lifting you by the waist and spinning you around to face him.

You looked at him with semi annoyance and surprise.

“What the actual fuck Parker ? Do you just sneak up on people like that on a regular ? Spider business, I suppose ?” You sassed, trying to escape his hold on your waist but giving up when he pulled you close to him

“Nah, I only sneak up on people it takes me a week to find.” He responds, putting emphasizes on the ‘week’ part.

You chuckled, making one smooth hand motion that pried his fingers off of you before skipping into the distance.

“I never said it would be easy bug boy, just that you would have another chance to get to know me another day.” You said, watching him try to grab ahold of you again.

“Yeah well, shouldn’t you be making this fair for me ? You have witchcraft and I have… Webs. That’s very fucking unbalanced if you ask me !”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask !”

You had stopped in your track to look at him and maybe give him a little chance to catch you. When he charged towards you, opening his arms to lock you in them, you ducked, avoiding his grasp. Then began a cat and mouse chase with Peter trying to catch you while you swiftly dodge every attempt. He had the agility of a spider but you were still winning, that must suck.

The both of you stopped moving, you putting a few meters between each other with a devious smile that had him weak in the knees.

“Twas good meeting you Pete.” You chuckled, walking backwards before spinning around and walking away.

Absolutely not. It took him a week to find you, you weren’t going to disappear again like that, nope. He checked his surroundings before exhaling in exasperation. Shooting a web in your direction, he forcefully pulled it back towards him, bringing you to his chest. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind you with one hand while keeping the other on your waist.

“You’re not going to run away that easily princess, I’ve got a few things to discuss with you first, so how ‘bout we do that hum ?” He suggested, voice deep and face way to fucking close to yours. You could see his eyes wander between your lips and your eyes. He was smiling, probably at his own lie, no discussion was going to happen now. Or maybe. You didn’t know.

~

Yeah, you skipped the discussion part.

Dragging you towards an abandoned building and into an abandoned room, you were both thinking about everything but that hypothetical discussion. You would have all the time in the world to do that later anyways but if things went the way they were going just now, you light never actually get to know each other. Oh, fuck it ! Who cares ? You would figure it out later.

For now, you were too busy making out in an empty room. Seating you on a desk, legs parted to have him as close to you as possible, you kept your arms wrapped around his neck. Your fingers were running through his hair, scratching his scalp delicately but pulling on his roots. You were practically molding around each other but he needed to feel you closer. Holding your waist tightly with one hand, he grabbed your thigh with the other and parted it further.

You lowered your hand to remove his jacket and let it drop to the floor. His tongue deep in your mouth, you felt dizzy as the heat you both shared kept increasing. Neither of you could understand what was the source of that chemistry you shared, the need to feel the other close, inside you. You met two weeks ago maximum but you felt dependent on the things he made you feel and so did he.

“F-Fuck… You taste so fucking good…” He groaned in your mouth. His hands roaming up and down your thighs, he was resisting the dress to pull down your panties and fuck you on that old table. He didn’t know how it was still holding but it wouldn’t stop him anyways.

He was drinking in the small whines you would let out against his lips, letting his tongue roam inside you and getting himself hard at the thought of where else it could go, the places he could taste. Fuck, he really needed you.

Pulling away from you to give you a few seconds to breath and to compose himself, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face closer to his. He was trying to calm down but he couldn’t stop himself, his lips were pulled to yours and his bulge kept growing, grinding against your core. Yeah, maybe wearing a dress today had been a good idea on your part.

“You… You gotta tell me to stop… Fuck… Please tell me to stop before I fuck you against this table…” He begged, peppering passionate and sloppy kisses on your lips.

Your forehead against his, you could see the restraint on his face, even with his eyes closed he was trying to keep himself under control. That wasn’t what you wanted from him though. You parted your legs even further, smiling at the desperate breath he let out when you rubbed yourself against him. You trapped him between your thighs and ran your hands under his shirt. Whao, skater boy really was surprising all around, tight abs flexing under your fingers. Swinging around the city probably did work a few muscles.

“Please… Please Peter… Don’t ask me to do something I really don’t wanna do…” You begged, trying to make him cave.

It clearly didn’t take a lot of work, the boy bowing his head and dropping it on your shoulder, defeated. He had tried, so hard to think this through, with his brain and not his dick but how could he win when you were begging for him ? That intimacy he craved from you, you were craving it too and he couldn’t just not give it to you right ? He was doing a good thing and if it was for you, he would do it a hundred times more.

Finally giving in, he raised your thighs slightly and pushed your panties to the side, watching you dripping pussy clench around air. He made you this desperate for him ? He did that ? Well now there was no way he was going to simply not help you. He was getting to know you better that way, getting to know you from the inside. Deep inside.

Opening his pants and pushing his boxers down, he let his cock spring free and god, the yelp you let out when you saw him fully had him throbbing harder than ever before. You were so desperate, needy for him, just like he was for you. Taking hold of his length his started stroking himself slowly before accelerating. He felt his cheeks heat up, feeling your attentive eyes on him. You were being so difficult to resist right now, he felt dizzy just at the thought of being in you.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements, remembering a very crucial part.

“Fuck… I-I don’t have condoms…” He cursed internally, he wished he was like those guys constantly prepared for anything.

He inhaled sharply, throwing his head back when you took hold of his dick and guided it towards your entrance. Rubbing your soaking folds against his girth, you smiled as you kissed his cheek and his entire face repeatedly. How could he feel both fuzzy, like he was seating on the comfiest cloud, and like he was fist fighting some honey beast inside ? The duality you cause in him gave him whiplash.

“I’m on birth control Peter… And the superpowers are an incredible protection against diseases. You should try it out one day…” You chuckled as the last rational thought in your mind escaped your head.

You watched him open his eyes, dark and full of lust before he positioned himself and penetrated you in one single thrust. Both of you moaned in sync, oxygen suddenly stuck in your lungs. You didn’t remember entirely everything from the first night you shared with and god you were happy about it. Because reliving the absolute incredible feeling that having him this deep in you felt was definitely worth it. Taking so much space in you, you felt completely full. And he wasn’t feeling much different from you. You were holding his cock so tightly in you, pulsating walls keeping him warm and nice.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll make it up to you… I’ll make it up to you later, I promise… But right now I gotta fuck you… Or I’m gonna lose it...” Hand holding your nape again and lips pecking yours tenderly.

He dropped his face in your neck and started kissing your shoulder, letting the strap of your dress drop as he caressed your arm. His hips started moving vigorously, pumping his cock in and out of you as your moans filled the room.

“F-Fuck… Peter, God, you feel so fucking good…” You moaned into his hair.

His nose was running up the side lf your neck as he bit and sucked on your skin. He internally reminded himself that he had met you a few days ago but was already marking you like you were his. This was crazy, he loved it.

Hips moving faster and faster each passing second, you started moving with his, meeting his thrusts and leaning on you’re your as pleasure took over in your brain. You were breathing heavily, giggling slightly when his lips kissed sensitive points of your skin. He was reaching every good place, in and out of you. His thick length was parting your walls mercilessly, the tip of his cock driving roughly against your cervix and hitting the perfect point in you.

Soon, your moans turned into wails of pleasure and he couldn’t help but go even harder on you.

“Fuck… You sound so good… You like when I hit this place huh ?” He teased, chuckling when you nodded your head vividly like a bobblehead.

“God princess, you holdin’ me so tight… Promise you I’m not going anywhere til you’re done…” He reassured. You kept nodding, probably not really paying any attention to what he was saying, when you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to your chest.

You felt your orgasm get closer and closer at each thrust and before you knew it, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.

“P-Peter… Fuck Peter please ! Don’t… Don’t stop, God please, don’t !” You wailed, reaching down to play with your clit.

He watched in admiration as you pleasured yourself even more, right in front of his eyes. He pulled you by the waist and lost control of his thoughts as your pussy tightening around him. You came hard, crying out him name so loud that he felt like he would need to web your lips shut. Your juices drenched your panties further and coated his girth generously.

Feeling his own end get closer, he pulled out and came all over your exposed stomach. He didn’t even remember your dress hiking up that high but who cared honestly ? Not him.

Panting loudly, you both rested your eyes for a few seconds while trying to compose yourselves. You stayed still for a good few minutes before you suddenly started giggling which pushed him to giggle against your neck too.

“God, Pete ! Slept with you twice in less than fifteen days, maybe after the third we could make this a ritual thing between the two of us.” You chuckled, looking into his brown eyes

“Yeah I’m pretty sure people call that being friends with benefits.” He responded sarcastically. Taking a deep breath, he took your chin in his fingers and observed you in silence before smiling and kissing you on the forehead. He gave you two other sweet kissed on the nose and one last on the lips. Soon the innocent kiss turned into a heated one. As you opened your mouth to let his tongue in, he pulled away. Holding your chin, he slipped his thumb in your mouth and slightly regretted the idea when you started looking at him with these horrible doe eyes of yours. You were pushing him again, he wasn’t stupid and he was folding, fast.

It took him everything to shake his head as a sign of refusal.

“How about… Instead of this... with you, next time… I start by taking you out on a date ? To actually get to know you better, and not just the places that make you feel good.” He offers, a soft grin in his face.

Who would’ve expected Spiderman to be this smooth right ? And how could you say no ?

BABY DEAL:

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

(I’M NOT YOUR MAMA)

Summery: Under the full moon on a bed of rose petals sat a beautiful woman. A woman so desperate she was willing to place an open call into the universe to get the only thing she wanted, a baby. And she was gonna have one at any cost.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, slight dub/con, breeding kink, no protection (cause baby making),

Y/N sat under the light of the moon in the field. Her skin illuminated in contrast to the vibrant red of her babydoll set enhancing her ample curves. Her exposed ass and thick thighs nestled in a pool of rose petals. The flames of red and white candles swaying in the slight breeze with her long dark tresses of curls. In front of her vulnerable form stood a small statue of a fertility goddess on her makeshift alter, along with a knife for sacrifice and a goat horn for masculine energy.

The night was eerily quiet, not a single nocturnal creature daring to stir and interrupt the ritual taking place.

“Bucky, I wish to make an exchange.” Y/n whispered into the night. “My blood for my blood. I crave this gift and know the price. I willingly pay.” She lifts the dagger off the one alter and placed the blades edge to her left palm. She applies presser to cut open her hand. Before even a drop is spilt, the air grew heavy and the flames extinguished themselves.

“Don’t mare suck lovely skin doll.” A rich deep voice whispered into her ear. She felt the rush of warmth at his presence and her mind goes hazy with lust, hardly even noticing him remove the dagger from her grip. A large cold hand was placed on her bare shoulder causing her to shiver in anticipation.

“My gift requires a fair exchange, does it not?” Y/n slowly turns her head to look at the strange entity with a falsely innocent expression. Her breath escapes her as she’s entranced by intense blue eyes, perfectly plump lips perfect for biting and luscious dark locks made for pulling. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, just making her that much happier with her plan.

“Yes doll, but I don’t ask for blood.” A smirk appeared on his face, his eyes showing that he didn’t buy her act one bit. “My price is far more enjoyable, for both of us.”

Hand still on your shoulder, he turns her around to face him fully. His other hand travels up her neck to cup her face as he leans in to tease her. Their lips just a breath apart, eyes locked in a passionate and questioning gaze. “Am I the demon for you doll? Or would you prefer the painful methods of the others?“

“I want you.”

At these words his self restraint snapped. Lips crashing together in an intense kiss, biting lips and tongues battling for dominance. His hands slipping from her shoulders taking the thin straps of her negligee with them. Further down they traveled cupping her now bare breasts, the curves of her stomach and hips, and landing on her ass. Grabbing and kneading her globes, both of them eliciting the most delicious moans and groans either had ever heard.

His lips trailed kisses down her throat and over her collarbone as he lifted her up onto his lap. Her hands reaching up to grab his hair, one hand in his perfect locks and the other grasping his short black horn and guiding his mouth back to her breasts, the rough movement causing him to growl in pleasure. He pushed her hips down onto his covered erection and ground into her dripping mound.

The whine ripping its way up her throat ending in a whimper as he aggressively teased her nipple, rolling the other one with his cold metal fingers. The temperature contrast feeling like heaven and hell were working in tandem to bring her to her peak.

As the pressure built in her the high getting ever closer, she bucked her hips on her own. Wildly thrashing over his bulge to get as much friction as possible, driving him insane, needing her more with every passing second.

“I need to make the deal first doll, payment comes after.” He chuckled, voice strained with lust. His blue eyes blown wide, almost completely pupils with his raw desire.

Y/n whimpered, her hand traveling between their bodies to her soaked core. Her fingers hooked into her tiny panties and ran thru her slick heat. Little gasps and moans slipping between her lips and into his ears, enticing him further towards the edge of his control.

Looking into his eyes, now pure black, y/n stops playing with her slit and ran her fingers over his full lips. He opens them instantly and she slides into his mouth. He sucks them slowly, tongue caressing her. An almost pained moan vibrating against her fingers still sealed by his lips. His hips thrusting more erratic, as her hand still on his horn holds him still why she thrusts her fingers in and out of his mouth, matching the pace of his own thrusts against her.

“I need you.” Y/n whines as she slides her fingers from his mouth, “please fill me daddy. I need it now.” Y/n’s hands caressing his bare chest, nails digging in just enough to cause his eyes to roll back. She rocked her hips and played with her nipples head thrown back moaning loudly into the night.

His attention snapped back to her, wantonly grinding on his dick in ecstasy. Needy and desperate, just how he loved them. The last of his resolve crumbled with the nibbles to his neck as she whimpered.

“Daddy…. please…”.

“Fuck” he growled. Ripping her thin panties off her ass, he laid her back on the pool of rose petals kissing and biting a trail down her torso, over her plump stomach and to the plush mound below. Looking her in the eyes he devoured her greedily, like a starved man in the dessert who found an oasis, the nectar coming from between her perfect thighs. His moans and groans radiating through her quickly drove her to her peak with the most erotic, animalistic noises he had ever heard.

“Fuck…. Daddy!” She came soaking him as he speeds up trying to drink every last drop. When he finally comes up for air his stubble is dark and his face is glistening and flushed.

He sits up and grabs her thighs pulling her swiftly to him, as his pants dissolve before her eyes. Y/n gasps Audibly at the sheer size of him. Having her practically drooling over his cock had him smirking.

“Ready for daddy’s dick babydoll?” He teased in her ear. Her eyes met his as she bit her lip and whimpered.

“Yes Daddy.” He plunged into her in one thrust, knocking the breath out of her. He was merciless in his deep, relentless thrusts. Hitting her sweet spot right away, he had her keening mindlessly at the pleasure consuming her. Her second climax coming so quickly she was blindsided. Soaking his thighs as he continued his animalistic pounding trying to chase his own high.

She grabbed his horns for balance and yanked his head back to lick and nibble along his throat, driving him even more wild. His pace increased, to her surprise, bringing her to yet another climax. His hips grew more erratic as he neared his own peak, the possessive growl coming from him made her clench around him one last time taking him over the edge. His eyes flashed red as he sunk his teeth into your exposed neck as he emptied his seed into her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping him inside her warmth as she whispered an incantation. His form locked up, he lifted his head from her shoulder and meet his wide blues eyes with hers as realization hit him. Stroking his face lovingly as she finished her spell, she smiled at the ink band forming around his right ring finger and her own left one. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

“What have you done?” He was in shock looking down at your beautiful happy face.

“I got what I wanted.” She replies sweetly.

“You wanted to be fertile…. I was supposed to allow you to become pregnant with your partner.” He tries to understand her.

“Silly, there isn’t a human man I desire to be with.”

“But…. You wanted a baby. And summoned me, an Incubus…. to gift you the ability to have one.”

“No daddy,” he shivered at the title now realizing the truth, “I summoned you to help me make a baby.” Looking into her eyes he now sees the obsession and lust combined.

“What better pair can there be? Me, a witch with an insatiable lust that no mortal can even touch, and you, a demon who needs orgasms to live.” She kisses his neck and bites down hard, making a mark that matches her own he gave her in the throes of passion. Claiming him as her mate but completing the set. “And just image how perfect our babies with be Daddy, with your eyes and horns.” She grinds her hips against him, hungry for more. Eyes pulling him in again.

They never stopped, their lusts fueling each other for eternity. A carnal union that was bound by magic and desire. Y/n bore him many children, all with his eyes and their own pairs of demon horns. Together they breed the perfect race of sexy demons.