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I can’t stop writing for him idk why 💔 No smut (surprising I know), gender-neutral reader.

Thinking about Aerion immediately looking for you after the trial of seven is over. He was in so, so much pain and sore all over but the only thing on his mind was finding you. He limped and nearly tripped over his feet every few steps, using the wall (whenever he isn’t falling into it) to help stabilize himself. The people he managed to slip away from soon found him leaning against a wall in a hallway.

They offered help and expressed their concerns, but of course he shooed them away and began yelling not even a second later. Aerion then started to move again after a few seconds of getting himself together. Soon he found you in your bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed. You didn’t go to the trial of seven simply because you didn’t have the patience to watch it unfold. The moment he shoved the door open he nearly fell but stabilized himself before he could. You rolled your eyes and stood up to help him to the bed. When the door was closed and it was just the two of you, you helped him take off his armor—tossing it onto the floor and not caring what happened to it.

Aerion glared at you and let out a small huff. His angry demeanor didn’t last long, not even a full minute before he broke. “Please.”

“Please what, Aerion? What more do you want?” You sighed, holding his bloodied, beaten up face in your hand. If you didn’t you were sure his head would fall and his whole body would follow suit. His hands clawed pathetically at your body, an attempt to pull you closer to him. You obliged and wrapped your arms around him, letting him practically melt into you—letting him show a side that only you can see. “You need care.”

Aerion shook his head slowly against you. “No.”

Gods, he was irritating.

“Yes, you do. Look at you.” A mess. You thought. “You have no choice, Aerion. Afterward we can talk and I’ll make you feel better…good.” He groaned as you leaned down to press a kiss to his head before pulling away and walking to find people who can assist him.

⤷ ゛Healer!reader kissing up on Peter while healing his injuries . ˎˊ˗ Slightly suggestive toward the end, no bnd spoilers. Not proofread so errors are probably present 😭

You found Peter laying on the bed, fidgeting with some gadget he made a few hours ago. It seemed to be messing up and not doing what he wanted. The chair he was sitting in had gotten uncomfortable due to how long he was sitting in it, plus he was a little sore from a fight he had gotten into. So he decided to work in bed instead. Much more comfortable.

Anyway, you shut the door to your guy’s bedroom as you walked in. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie with just his boxers on, revealing a large bruise on the side of his thigh and a couple of others on the opposite leg. You winced slightly as you made your way closer to him. “Watcha workin’ on?” You say as you climb on top of him.

“Secret Spider-Man stuff.”

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊! ⚔︎ 𓅛

Thinking about…forcing Aerion to taste his own cum due to his brattiness and horrible attitude that he had earlier. Before pulling off of his cock you kept a small pool of his cum in your mouth, then as you went to kiss him you took your chance.

The moment the two of you pressed your tongues together in an open mouthed kiss, he recoiled. Immediately moving to pull away, yet you grabbed his jaw and kept him close—forcing him back into the kiss. Aerion grimaced and his hands went flying up but they made no move to pull you off of him. Instead, they settled on the sides of your neck. Even though he was 100% into it, you were sure you were gonna get yelled at later if you even dared to bring it up. You would definitely be doing this again.

Thinking about…cumming on Aerion’s face after pulling him off your cock in time. He was pissed and it was clear as he looked up at you. But he looked so pretty! Your cum on his eyelashes (thank god it didn’t get in his eyes), all over his cheek, his lips, nose, and even his hair. But your plan wasn’t over yet, no way. After laughing in his face and shoving him back down on the floor from his attempt to leave and clean up, you told him to wipe it off and eat it. If you dared to mention his raging boner you’re sure you would’ve been barked at. But he did it and he did it while complaining and spewing out insults. The things he does for you!

You even helped him out a little, dragging your thumb across his cheek to collect some of your cum, then forcing his mouth open by pressing on his jaw. You calmly slid your thumb down his tongue and moved back to watch as he swallowed. If it were possible, his eyes would be piercing a fucking hole into you. But luckily it was not, and Aerion seemed to like where he was despite his scowl.

⤷ ゛Finding out something new about Peter when he cums .ˎˊ˗ - BND SPOILERS

⤷ ゛Taking care of him after the trial of seven . ˎˊ˗ Smutttt

By the time Aerion was patched up, you were just walking into his room. He lied on his bed with his hands at his sides; too in pain to move or be in any other position. No words were said as you shut the door and made your way to him. He didn’t even bother to look at you or even acknowledged your presence.

⤷ ゛Overstimulating Nightwing with your mouth because you love the taste of him and simply can’t help it! . ˎˊ˗

Thinking about..pushing rookie!Leon passed his limits. You’ve made him cum so many times he’s lost count! His mind was all fuzzy and he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even properly form a sentence when asked something. All that left his mouth in an attempt to answer were mumbled words and a mix of sounds.

His lips were red and swollen from all the times he’s bitten them, and his eyelashes were wet and separated slightly from the tears that he had spilt. He could protest, tell you to stop and push your touch away from him. But he didn’t. Instead wanting more and more and more, and bucking his hips up into your hands. So you kept going, twisting your wrist while your hands continued to tug on his cock. Leon whined, arching his back and squirming before gasping and pushing back into your touch. His hand was on your shoulder in a way to ground himself. He squeezed and unintentionally dug his nails into you as well, you’re bound to have some sort of mark afterward.

You then leaned in and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. Now all you heard was whines to your ear. Not that you really cared. While he was busy moaning and verbally presenting how much he was enjoying himself, you whispered praise and words of encouragement. And then finally, he came for the last time. It quite literally almost knocked the wind out of him, he looked as if he was about to pass out. But after a few seconds of collecting himself you could see a faint smile on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You sounded amused.

“Mhm.”

✴︎ Re9!Leon…groaning and tilting his head back because you simply couldn’t help yourself and had to get a taste of him. His hand was on the side of your face, lightly pressed against your cheek as you dragged your tongue up his cock in a looong strip. His breathing was getting faster and he was closer to cumming than he was ten seconds ago.

“Fuck..c’mon.” He was getting sick of your teasing. Since you think he’s gone through well enough today, you decide to spare him and give him what he wants. Or maybe you can keep messing with him until he asks nicely? Your choice.

✴︎ Re9!Leon…letting a very quiet whimper slip from his lips. Your hands felt too good and he just couldn’t help himself. His hips pushed forward, seeking more pleasure and attention than he was already getting. “Greedy thing, aren’t you?” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. All he did was whine in response.

Your hands were slippery and they glided along his cock easily thanks to his previous load. You thought about that sound you heard from him about a minute ago, and how you wanted to hear it again. So you quickened your pace and teased his tip just a bit, smearing his pre all over. Just those actions seemed enough for Leon, because he could be heard letting out a few, much louder sounds than before.

This isn’t the fic that I was talking about in my other post, but I just wanted to get something small out for him in the meantime 🙏🏼 also I finished the game and it was so good wtf?? I love it sm.

PAIRING -> Christopher Smith x Gn!reader

SUMMARY -> Comforting him after a very, very long night.

I enjoyed writing this 😛

The two of you were sat on his bed. You had a wet cloth in your hand, patting gently around the cuts to clean off the dried blood. Your other hand held the side of his face, making sure he was still. Chris was quiet, surprisingly. Just letting you do what you needed to do while he looked at you the whole time. Though when you accidentally grazed a harsh gash, his eyes closed for a moment as he winced. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered. He hummed in response.

Once you were done patching him up, you got in the shower. Scrubbing your body to get rid off all the dirt, blood, sweat and whatever else was on you. You were in there for quite a while, taking your sweet time and making sure you got everything. After about five more minutes you decided you were good. Reaching, you shut off the water and proceeded to get out. Water dripped and soaked into the mat beneath your feet. It came to a stop when you started to dry yourself off with a towel. Halfway through, the door to the bathroom opened. You didn’t really react, knowing that the only person in the place was Chris. Or at least you hoped so.

Anyway, Chris walked in, shutting the door behind him then stopping to stare at you. Admiring you for a bit before continuing on. As you were about to walk by him he stopped you. “Can you stay in here with me?” The events that happened a few hours ago must’ve taken a toll on him by a lot. He seemed a bit down, you couldn’t blame him. “You don’t have to get back in the shower or anything.” He reassured.

“Yeah, just give me a moment to get dressed.” You answered, starting to move your feet toward the door. As you put on clothes Chris got into the shower. And within a few minutes you were back into the bathroom finding a place for you to sit as he washed up.

You decided to sit on the toilet seat with the lid closed. It was silent at first, then as a few seconds went by one of you started up a conversation. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked as he showered. Time seemed to fly by and soon he was almost done. Chris wasn’t really in the mood for jokes or any of his usual remarks, only wanting to get this shower over with and lay in bed with you. Which ended up happening. The moment he got out, dried himself off, and got dressed, he followed you like a lost puppy to bed. You both agreed on a movie, then got under the blankets, intertwined or curled up next to each other in some way. You’d press kisses to the areas of his face you could reach, murmur positive things into his ear, and cuddle him till the both of you fell asleep.

PAIRING -> Frank Castle x M!reader

SUMMARY -> You can’t get enough of his puppy eyes.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

I blame @godjustkys. I couldn’t find a third picture, so we’re going with two 🤲🏼

The first time you saw that look, you were ready to drop everything and give him all you had. You’ve known him for a while, yes, but never payed attention that closely. When it happened, Frank had just gotten back to your shared apartment. All bloody, dirty, and nearly filled with gashes and other wounds that looked nasty. You had him sat down while you cleaned him up—patting at the small cuts with a wet washcloth. Then going in and stitching up all the bad ones. As you pierced the needle into his skin, you looked up at him—a quick glance to make sure he was okay. And when he looked at you? Ohhhhh, your heart ached. You swallowed then looked back down. Taking a few breaths to get your breathing right before continuing to patch him up.

He’s either on a chair, hands behind it and tied, because why the hell not? Or on a bed with his hands tied to the headboard. Either way you’re on his cock, grinding yourself down and letting out noises of yourself. But you weren’t as loud as Dean, no. He’d pull against the restraints to try and touch you, feel you against his hands. But obviously he couldn’t. Letting out groans and grunts of frustration (some also because of you).