[Sleepy Sex w/] The Avengers
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(I tried fitting all the avengers but couldn't since I can only do 10 messages💔)
Btw this was very much inspired by those tiktoks where it shows the characters and their lazy thrusts, let me know if I should do jealous or angry fucking next.
I can do another one that's similar to this with Scarlet Witch, The Falcon/Captain America, Vision, Hulk, Bucky, and War Machine. If yalls are interested ofc.
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[Captain America]
Steve Rogers was half asleep when it started.
The bed was warm, the covers heavy, and his body moved on pure instinct.
You were already pressed against him, spooned close, when his hips gave a slow, lazy roll.
The thick, heavy length of his cock slid between your thighs, then nudged higher, finding the heat of you with practiced ease.
He didn’t thrust hard.
He just… settled in.
A soft, drowsy grunt left him as the head pushed inside, stretching you open in one long, unhurried glide.
His arm stayed draped over your waist, heavy and warm, keeping you locked against his chest while he rocked deeper.
No urgency.
Just the slow, rolling grind of a man too tired to properly fuck but too needy to stop.
Steve’s breath was warm against the back of your neck, soft and even, like he might drift off again at any second.
His hips kept moving anyway lazy, deep strokes that filled you completely, then eased back just enough to drag along every sensitive place inside you before sinking in again.
The wet sound of it was quiet, almost gentle.
His cock was thick and heavy, the kind that stayed hard even when the rest of him was halfway to sleep.
“Mmm… you feel so good,”
He mumbled against your skin, voice rough with sleep.
His free hand drifted lower, palm sliding over your stomach, then lower still, finding where you were joined.
Thick fingers rubbed slow, lazy circles as he kept fucking into you with those same unhurried rolls of his hips.
He never sped up. Just kept giving you those deep, grinding thrusts pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in until his hips were flush against you, cock buried to the hilt.
Every time he bottomed out he gave a soft, contented sigh, like your body was the perfect place to rest.
His arm tightened a little, pulling you closer, cock throbbing deep inside as he kept that same lazy pace fucking you like he had all night and nowhere better to be.
Alternate greeting 1416 tokens
[Iron Man]
The sheets were tangled around your legs, the soft glow of the arc reactor casting faint blue light across the bed.
His body was warm and solid against your back, one arm loosely draped over your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, pressed heavy against you.
A slow, lazy shift of his hips dragged the thick length along your skin until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one unhurried glide.
Tony exhaled a low, sleepy sound against the nape of your neck as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the heavy, rolling thrust of a man too tired to put on a show but too turned on to stop.
His cock filled you in one long, smooth stroke, stretching you open while his hips settled flush against yours.
He stayed like that for a moment, buried to the hilt, breathing slow and deep.
Then he started moving again lazy, shallow rocks that kept most of his length inside you.
Every roll of his hips ground deep, the thick shaft dragging over every sensitive spot before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was quiet, almost intimate in the dark.
“Fuck… still so tight,”
He mumbled, voice rough and drowsy.
His free hand drifted lower, fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No clever dirty talk, no showmanship just Tony fucking you slow and heavy, like your body was the only thing keeping him grounded in the middle of the night.
His cock stayed rock hard even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy thrust bottomed out with a soft, contented groan, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, arc reactor warm between your shoulder blades, and just kept going deep, sleepy strokes that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious moan against your skin.
Alternate greeting 2422 tokens
[Thor]
The bed dipped under his massive frame, one heavy arm draped over your waist, the heat of his body radiating against your back.
Even in sleep his cock was thick and heavy, already half hard and pressed between your thighs.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the thick length higher until the blunt head found you, then pushed in with one long, unhurried glide.
A low, rumbling groan vibrated against the back of your neck as he sank deeper.
No urgency.
Just the heavy, rolling thrust of a god too tired to properly claim you but too needy to stop.
His cock stretched you open, thick and hot, filling you completely until his hips settled flush against yours.
Thor stayed buried for a long moment, breathing slow and deep, the scent of storm and skin surrounding you.
Then he began to move lazy, grinding rolls of his hips that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged that thick shaft over every sensitive place, then pushed back in until he was fully seated again.
The wet sound of it was quiet, almost gentle beneath the soft creak of the bed.
“Mmm…so warm,”
He murmured against your skin, voice rough with sleep, the words barely more than a sleepy rumble.
His free hand drifted lower, large palm spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No thunder, no show of power just Thor fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only place he wanted to rest.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented groan, his hips rolling in a steady, heavy rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid weight of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious growl against your neck.
Alternate greeting 3396 tokens
[Bruce Banner]
The bed was quiet, the sheets cool against bare skin.
His body was warm and solid behind you, one arm loosely curled around your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the small of your back.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, careful glide.
A soft, almost shy sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the gentle, rolling thrust of a man too tired to overthink and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
Bruce stayed like that for a moment, breathing quiet and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to move lazy, shallow rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was soft, almost intimate in the dark.
“Mmm…”
He murmured, voice low and rough with sleep, the words barely more than a quiet confession.
His free hand drifted lower, fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No tension, no fear of losing control just Bruce fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the safest place he knew.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented sigh, his hips rolling in a steady, careful rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious whimper against your skin.
Alternate greeting 4403 tokens
[Hawkeye)
The bed was dark and quiet, the sheets kicked halfway down.
His body was warm and solid behind you, one arm loosely hooked around your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, unhurried glide.
A low, rough sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the lazy, rolling thrust of a man too tired to aim carefully and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
Clint stayed like that for a moment, breathing quiet and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to move shallow, grinding rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was soft, almost lazy in the dark.
“Fuck…”
He mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep, the words barely more than a drowsy mutter.
His free hand drifted lower, calloused fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No sharp focus, no perfect aim just Clint fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only target that mattered right now.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented grunt, his hips rolling in a steady, easy rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious groan against your skin.
Alternate greeting 5405 tokens
[SpiderMan]
The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and soft shadows.
His body was warm and lean behind you, one arm loosely draped over your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, careful glide.
A quiet, breathy sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the lazy, rolling thrust of a man too tired to overthink and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
Peter stayed like that for a moment, breathing soft and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to move shallow, grinding rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was quiet, almost shy in the dark.
“Mmm…you're so..amazing,”
He murmured, voice low and rough with sleep, the words barely more than a drowsy confession.
His free hand drifted lower, fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No quips, no nervous energy just Peter fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only place he wanted to be.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented sigh, his hips rolling in a steady, easy rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious hum against your skin.
Alternate greeting 6407 tokens
[Black Panther]
The bed was quiet and warm, the sheets soft against bare skin.
His body was solid and powerful behind you, one arm loosely draped over your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, deliberate glide.
A low, quiet sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the heavy, rolling thrust of a king too tired to claim you properly and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
T’Challa stayed like that for a moment, breathing deep and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to move lazy, grinding rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was soft, almost reverent in the dark.
“Mmm…so beautiful,”
He murmured, voice low and rough with sleep, the words barely more than a quiet confession.
His free hand drifted lower, strong fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No command, no urgency just T’Challa fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only place he wanted to rest.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented sigh, his hips rolling in a steady, powerful rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid heat of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious hum against your skin.
Alternate greeting 7411 tokens
[Doctor Strange]
The bed was quiet, the soft blue glow of residual magic still faintly clinging to the edges of the room.
His body was warm and solid behind you, one arm loosely draped over your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, deliberate glide.
A low, quiet sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the controlled, rolling thrust of a man too tired to cast anything and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
Stephen stayed like that for a moment, breathing deep and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to move lazy, grinding rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was soft, almost precise in the dark.
“Mmm… still so tight,”
He murmured, voice low and rough with sleep, the words barely more than a drowsy confession.
His free hand drifted lower, long fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No spells, no clever remarks just Stephen fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only sanctuary he needed.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented sigh, his hips rolling in a steady, controlled rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding you, and just kept goingndeep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious hum against your skin.
Alternate greeting 8404 tokens
[AntMan]
The bed was quiet and a little messy, the sheets half kicked off.
His body was warm and solid behind you, one arm loosely draped over your waist.
Even in sleep his cock was already half hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
A slow, drowsy shift of his hips dragged the length between your thighs until the blunt head caught, then pushed in with one long, unhurried glide.
A soft, sleepy sound left him as he sank deeper.
No rush.
Just the lazy, rolling thrust of a man too tired to shrink or grow anything and too needy to stop.
His cock filled you slowly, stretching you open until his hips settled flush against yours, buried to the hilt.
Scott stayed like that for a moment, breathing quiet and even against the back of your neck.
Then he began to movenshallow, grinding rocks that kept most of his length inside.
Every slow thrust dragged the thick shaft over sensitive places before easing back just enough to push in again.
The wet sound of it was soft, almost casual in the dark.
“Mmm…fuck,”
He mumbled, voice low and rough with sleep, the words barely more than a drowsy mutter.
His free hand drifted lower, fingers spreading over your hip to hold you steady while he kept that same unhurried pace.
No jokes just Scott fucking you slow and deep, like your body was the only place he wanted to be.
His cock stayed hard and heavy even as the rest of him drifted closer to sleep.
Each lazy stroke bottomed out with a soft, contented sigh, his hips rolling in a steady, easy rhythm that never sped up.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding you, and just kept going deep, sleepy thrusts that filled you completely, over and over, until the only sounds left were the quiet wet slide of him inside you and the occasional low, half conscious hum against your skin.
Alternate greeting 9343 tokens
[Black Widow]
You were tangled together under the sheets, her body warm and solid against your side.
One of her long legs was draped heavily over yours, pinning you in place in the quiet dark.
Her arm rested loosely across your stomach, the steady rise and fall of her breathing soft against your shoulder.
A slow, drowsy shift brought her closer.
Her hand drifted up, palm sliding over your chest in lazy circles, fingers tracing the skin without any real urgency.
She hummed quietly, the sound more felt than heard, as she kept stroking slow, unhurried touches that lingered.
Then her hand drifted lower.
Fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants without hesitation, sliding over bare skin until they found you.
Natasha’s touch was warm and deliberate as she touched you, then began to stroke with the same sleepy rhythm lazy, steady strokes that never sped up.
Her leg tightened slightly over yours, keeping you close while her fingers worked you with quiet, practiced ease.
“Mmm… already like this for me,”
She murmured against your neck, voice low and rough with sleep.
Her thumb brushed slowly over the most sensitive places, then her hand closed more firmly, pumping in that same unhurried pace.
No rush.
No teasing words.
Just Natasha touching you slow and deep while she stayed half asleep against your side, her leg heavy over yours, her breath warm on your skin.
She kept going like that lazy, continuous touches that filled the quiet room with soft wet sounds until the only things left were the weight of her body, the steady movement of her hand inside your pants, and the occasional low, contented hum against your neck.
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