When Your In The Mood For Fluff But All You Can Find Are Smut

I’ve been looking for a smut like this and I’m glad I found it😌

I lost this earlier, but I’m glad I took a screenshot lol,,, this is SUCH a good request!! Marc in the suit is so fucking hot he is the loml (here’s the link to the 500 followers celebration!!) warnings: sex in the suit, light degradation

Glowing White

#98: “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

#71: “You like it that much, hm?”

#56: “I want you so bad.”

Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous. The hood, the cape, the glowing eyes; the first time he looked in the mirror after getting into the suit, he nearly laughed. So when he started dating you, he wanted to make sure that you never, ever, saw the suit. Really, why would a gorgeous woman like you want a man who galavants around in what can essentially be boiled down to a fucking mummy costume?

But sometimes, circumstances just can’t be helped.

When you start to accompany Marc on missions, trying to keep him grounded after his battles with some of the worst people the world has to offer, you can’t help but see Marc in his suit, glowing eyes and all.

And it’s fucking hot.

Marc thinks he looks ridiculous, but you’re stunned at the way the white gauze wraps tightly over bulging muscles, the glowing white eyes, so far from his familiar brown ones. The way his cape flutters around him as he lays swift punches against his opponents, not missing a beat. He’s an animal in the field, a force to be reckoned with.

A god.

So when you and Marc finally arrive back to the hotel, still in his suit, you can’t stop thinking about how soft the gauze is, about how cold and severe those eyes would look staring into yours as he sinks his cock into you. You can see the suit slowly unraveling as you step though the door, and the desperation can’t be hidden in your voice as you whip around, thankfully to a cold blue gaze, and whisper, “please don’t take it off.”

And you can see his body stiffen up, already concerned, before you’re wrapping your arms around his thick neck, murmuring, “you- you looked too fucking good tonight baby. So, so good, so hot. You- you looked like a god, Marc. Oh please, please, you have to realize how fucking sexy you look like this.” Your voice is whiny, embarrassing, but when Marc is towering over you like this, a predator over his prey, you are a slave to the way your knees buckle, the way your pussy throbs.

“You- you like this, sweetheart? The suit?” He asks, and you can’t believe you’ve never brought it up before, how sexy he looks in that suit.

“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about it while you were fighting, baby, protecting me so well. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about getting you here, you fucking me so good like you always do. Been soaked the entire night, Marc.” You’re gripping his hood softly, where you’d usually grab his hair, as you feel his gloved hand slide down, down under your skirt, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp softly, cheeks burning with embarrassment, knowing he can feel how completely wrecked you are.

“You like it that much, hm? This outfit. The sweat. The fucking blood? It’s got you fuckin’ dripping sweetheart.” You can hardly register the teasing; he’s already drawing your panties to the side, pressing his fingers against your cunt. The gloves are an unfamiliar sensation, but the friction, oh, the friction is too fucking good.

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “I want you so bad baby. Want you to fuck me so bad, need that thick cock in me. You look so good, so powerful. My moon knight, oh god.”

And he’s shoving you backwards onto the hotel bed, cape fluttering behind him as his glowing eyes bore into yours. He’s frantic, feral, as he rips your skirt and panties down your legs in a swift move. You’re trying to help him, taking off your shirt, unhooking your bra, but it’s hard to concentrate when Marc’s suit begins to unravel, just a bit, until his thick cock springs out, dripping and red.

He pumps it roughly in his gloved hand, heaving, as he mutters, “Jesus Christ, baby. Didn’t know you wanted that, wanted me like this. I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

And you can’t help but shove two fingers into your throbbing cunt, watching him, eyes clenched in bliss as he fists his cock. It’s the only skin he has visible, and fuck, it’s like you’re in the presence of something otherworldly, something utterly divine. You throw your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as you shove your fingers into your dripping pussy, so close, so close, but then Marc’s ripping your hand away viciously.

“The only thing going in that pussy tonight is my dick, sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning your hands over your head.

“Then why don’t you get to it, and fuck me like we both know you want to, Marc?”

Marc lets out a quick laugh that sounds almost pained, before he’s slamming his cock into without warning, muffling your scream with a gloved hand over your mouth. He barely gives you a second to breathe through the stretch of him before he’s pounding into you with the strength of a god, ramming into your squelching pussy without remorse.

Your hips are twitching, and you can’t decide whether you’re trying to get away or closer to his unrelenting hips, the pleasure of it almost too much to handle.

Marc can’t seem to stop talking, muttering into your ear that, “it’s like you’re constantly desperate for this cock baby. This suit really does it for you? Are you really that much of a slut?” And you want to defend yourself, but he’s already nodding, fucking into you even harder, as he says, “we both know you are, sweetheart. Such a fucking slut for this cock. Could barely wait till we got home, probably soaked the car seat with how much this sweet little cunt was leaking. Fuck, fuck, baby, this pussy’s so good.”

And you feel bleary, barely there while Marc’s cock splits you open, slamming into you until you see stars, and you can feel yourself winding tighter, tighter—

Until you look into the glowing white of his eyes, and you scream as you gush around his fat cock, unable to look away from him for even a second.

Marc follows you quickly, pumping thick cum deep into your pussy, punched out whines escaping his throat as he buries his face into your neck, whispering, “fuck, you’re so good, baby, your pussy’s so fucking good. Love this pussy, love you sweet girl, o-oh god.”

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to start breathing somewhat normally again, Marc lowering himself down next you. You smile as the suit melts away to reveal the flushed face of your boyfriends, and you cup his cheeks gently to give him a soft kiss.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper, burrowing yourself into his broad chest.

Marc wraps his arms around your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “anytime sweetheart. Love you so much.”

You look up into familiar chocolate eyes, loving and warm, as you utter a soft “I love you too, Marc. My moon knight.”

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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

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Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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What it’s like Dating Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha romanoff x reader

Warnings: implied smut,Angst,Fluff

It took a while for Nat to get close to you. The walls she had built around her needed to be broken down first.

She loves to be the big spoon, be the one to comfort you, she’ll run her finger up and down your hip in a soft motion.

Her love language is definitely Acts of service, she’ll buy you things,make you food if you come back from work later than her. She’ll do as much as she can with the free time she has.

She never realized until you how touched starved she was growing up. She’ll hold your hand or kiss your cheek in public but behind closed doors Physical touch is her second love language. Always needing a reason to touch you.

She definitely is the more dominant one in the relationship but she does have her moments,where she doesn’t want to think and just wants to let you do the thinking for her. During those times are usually the hardest for her.

Usually she likes surprising people with the multiple times she changes her hair, but now being with you, it’s always you cutting her hair dyeing it. Loving every bit of the closest and the trust she has for you. Plus it’s a great thing to grip😉

There are some rough patches in the relationship mostly because of her trauma but that doesn’t stop you from helping her the best you can even if it means starting her shower,putting her stuff away, or even just giving her some needed time alone.

Most likely you both have a ring hiding in your drawer not knowing that the other is also planning to propose.♥️

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