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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

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Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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arttuff · 4 months

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hey guys why does your superhero coworker have the sour tolerance of a 10 year old ?

#dc comics #dc #shazam #dc captain marvel #billy batson #captain marvel #booster gold #michael jon carter #justice league international #jli #jla #wisdom of solomon: WE ARE BEING POISONED #those videos of babies tasting lemons for the first time.........#billy batson my baby boy #justice league

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nastybuckybarnes · 1 year

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Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much!

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky/reader smut #bucky x you #bucky x reader lemon #bucky x you smut #Bucky Barnes smut #marvel smut #Steve rogers #yelena belova #Natasha romanoff #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female!reader #Bucky Barnes fanfic #reader insert

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toms-topic · 2 months

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Things you didn't know ab me:

1. I am not the sunshine

2. I am a willing victim of a cannibal

3. I'm half human and half machine

4. I'm Lance Armstrong (you're the necromancer tho)

5. I'm the Ruler of Everything

6. I'm the only one on your AM Radio

7. I am not the moon at night

8. I got shamed for claiming friends from either perspective of &

9. I won't hurt you unless you cheat

10. My friends are saying I have a undiagnosed mental illness

That one isn't a song reference they think i need a psychiatrist.

11. I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwattw #tally hall #marvin's marvelous mechanical museum #good and evil #lemon demon #cabinet man #touch tone telephone #ruler of everything #tally hall cannibal #Cannibal tally hall #6up 5oh #dr sunshine is dead #everything is a lot #self ish #spirit phone

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jellymerit · 6 days

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There are two flavors of white teenager

#taylor swift #olivia rodrigo #melanie martinez #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #tally hall #lemon demon #the normal album #self ish #marvins marvelous mechanical museum #spirit phone #art #meme

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kitchenlittle · 10 months

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I want to make a little PSA and warning about future content being posted to my page very soon. I will not stand for the slander of writers who choose to write about Miles Morales due to popularity of the movies. Let me make something clear since it seems there are many fake Marvel Fans out there who know nothing about the universes. THERE ARE UNIVERSES WHERE MILES IS ALREADY AN ADULT.

Earth-8 comes to mind where Miles is LITTERALY a full grown MAN MARRIED TO GWEN STACY and they have 2 CHILDREN TOGETHER. Their names are Charlotte and Max Morales. LOOK IT UP IF YOU DONT BELIEVE.

Every universe has a differing age/look from the Miles Morales we see in the movies and know why? BECAUSE THERE IS DARN NEAR THOUSAND IF NOT INFINITE universes of Miles. SO YES. There is a universe with events just like the movie with slight differences and Miles over the age of 18. So litteraly any story about about Miles would litteraly be cannon in someway!

Just like how we can have a Adult Peter Parkers like in the movie exist at the same time as underage Peter Parkers like Tom Holland's. Or should I say," -Dr. Strange and the little nerd on Earth 199999 (AKA Tom Holland)"~Miguel O'hara. And if you were paying attention to the movies you'd know that Miles cannonly exist in live-action human form. Uncle Aaron played by musician and actor childish gamebino mentions he has a nephew who wants to protect to Spiderman. You see that same prowler Childish Gambino Uncle Aaron captured in the new movie. He was captured by Hobie Brown and locked uo as anamoly needing to be sent back to his universe. Meaning that Adult Miles can exist at the same time as kid Miles!

NOT ONLY THAT. But here is some hyprocracy I have found. THE ANIME FANDOM. The most popular characters in the anime are 15- 16. FROM Deku and Bakugou FROM MY HERO, to Luffy FROM ONEPEICE, to Sukuna/Yuji from JUJITSU KAISEN and many many more. Most main characters are highschool age. HOW IS IT? That they can age up charecter that alot of times we will never see 18 or older and write a fanfic sometimes while the charecter in the story is still 15-16 and get a away with it. But Miles Morales authors go out their way to age him up before they even write it and litteraly aren't wrong since their are universe where he is older, are weirdos and pe***. I don't see some anime writers doing that? Make it make sense?

I PERSONALLY DONT EVEN WRITE FOR FOR CHARECTERS THAT DONT HAVE A CANON ADULT VERSION OF THEM AVAILABLE FROM THE OG CREATORS IN MEDIA. Guess who fits the criteria? MILES MORALES.

A message for my unsure authors out there.

~So for all my writers not their scared to post their fics. Label it Earth-8 Miles who is a father and husband to Gwen and say it's a headcannon of what ps happend he's 18-25 before he got married if you feel that weird about it.

Some of ya'll are fake fans who completely missed the point of the movie and it's implications. Don't come in my DMs telling me to take anything down because I'm not. You will be blocked and locked out of interacting with my page. And if you feel uncomfortable block me. Just know if you block you will be missing out of 50+ fics I've been working on 18+ characters for about a year now and will be posting starting in July. It's littersly an event I've been working on called the 'Lemon Fest', since it's my birthday month.

Once again every charcter I write about had a cannon adult version of them made by the creators or is already an adult. I was going to keep this a secret by I've gotta protect my fellow authors especially if they are being wrongly targeted. Wanna get mad? Wanna get angry at some authors? Get mad at the ones the ones that write about you favorite anime charecters that are likely 15-16 then ask them to delete it...oh wait...you won't.. because if done that would litteraly be deleting 3/4 of the fanfiction written on this site.

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glitter-bonez · 1 year

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tally hall memes and shitposts because its the 10 year anniversary of miracle musical!

also because i like this band a normal, regular, neurotypical amount and i think about them a normal amount and i am not constantly holding back urges to make unfunny tally hall references

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icompletelysawthatcoming · 1 year

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Summary: Pietro and you wake up in bed together after a long night, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Morning Sex. She-Her Reader, Dom Pietro. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising. Stark Reader. Smut With No Plot.

A smooth hand was slowly stroking her naked body, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, over her stomach and hip before reaching back up, nails dragging across her skin.

She cracked one eye open, smirking to yourself, feeling oddly satisfied. She pushed yourself against the hand and a chuckle roamed against her back as he pressed himself against her from behind.

“Morning, sunshine,” she breathed, moaning softly as his fingers gripped her chest, his digits stroking her flesh.

“You too, принцесса.” He growled back, “Wish to relive last night?” he rasped into her ear, his velvety morning voice sending a jolt of arousal through her. She hummed, rolling on onto her back and grasping at his shoulder to get him on top of her.

She was met by a pair of sparkling, blue eyes, the corners of his mouth crinkled as he smiled at her. She licked your lips and lead him closer, their lips brushing against one another.

His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, pulling her into passion as his hands instinctively slid down to her hips.

The rustling of panicked footsteps echoed through the corridors, but she was deafened by the sounds of Pietro purring into her ear as he rubbed his hips against hers.

She moaned and arched into him, eager to get him inside. He hummed and gave her a look, seeking permission. “Be gentle. I'm still sore from your little stunt last night,” she whispered against his cheek, placing a small kiss there. Pietro chuckled.

“I wouldn't exactly call it little,” he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back while she brought her face to his and sucked on his neck. He groaned and lined himself up at her entrance.

He let himself slip in carefully, just like she requested. A loud moan left her lips as swooned once he filled her completely. Her insides twisted as she struggled to keep breathing at a regular pace.

“Mhm, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling,” Pietro moaned as he slowly stroke her walls, savoring each movement. One hand rested on the back of her neck while the other strongly grasped her hip, his thrusts getting more desperate.

Her eyelids rested while her eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her, not giving a damn about what was happening beyond those four walls. She just focused on him, digging a hand into his messy hair and the other gripping strong enough against his back to leave a mark.

He increased the pace and their thrusts matched one another's perfectly, on a melody only the two could hear. He bit his lips to keep his voice down, as there were several booming voices in the corridor. Y/n, however, couldn't.

The doors of her room bursted opened, but Pietro ignored it, even fastening his thrusting. She gripped at his shoulders, looking over them at her father standing at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open.

She buried her face into Pietro’s neck to hide away her embarrassment, but she couldn't push it away. Neither could she help it when she moaned — very loud — when she reached her high, pleasure overwhelming her in a breathtaking orgasm.

His juices dripped down her thighs as he came too, panting in her ear as her chest heaved. She squeaked at the sight of her father, his hands on his hips and a frown on his forehead. “Get your dick out of my daughter,” he hissed.

Pietro jumped at the voice and grabbed onto Y/n, the two rolling completely off the bed with the blankets on top of them.

Then Wanda came bursting through the doors. “Oh, Pietro! There you are! We’ve been looki—!' She realized what she walked in on, her brother and Y/n both looking at her from over the bed. “… Oh my.” She murmured, turning around and walking out.

Tony continued to glare at Y/n. “You, young lady, are grounded.” Her face went from bright red to ghostly pale as she gasped. Pietro kissed her lips and gave her an assuring nod.

“Can you ground me too?” He taunted at her father.

“Enough!” Tony said, a little panicked. “Both of you, out of bed and get dressed and make sure I'll never see that again!”

“Not sorry, and please leave us, Stark. We have to get dressed.” Pietro said. Tony nodded, already calming although he was still pulling his own hair out. “After we showered.” Pietro added with a sly grin.

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

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chachadelight · 1 year

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Me laying awake at night trying to perfectly place myself into my comfort tv show/movie:

#tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #marvel #lemon and tangerine #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #Neteyam #lo’ak #Jake sully #fanfiction #comfort character

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kholb2010 · 5 months

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my autism holy trinity

#neil cicierega #spirit phone #lemon demon #tally hall #marvin’s marvelous mechanical museum #the normal album #will wood #autism

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing

Pleasing prt2

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o

Creampied w/ Male S/o

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive

Breeding kink

Worked up in the middle of school

NON-CON Breeding kink

Sexually frustrated S/o

Sitting on Peters face

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman

Soulmate + Somnophilia

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter

Somnophilia HC

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o

sending him sexy pics

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funnyexel · 11 months

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Back For More - Miguel O’Hara x Black Female Reader

The sizzle of eggs frying in the pan echo throughout your kitchen. Practically rushing as you fry it on a low heat, moving back and forth between the kitchen and your room. Hoping it doesn’t burn. Placing a dress against your chest, you move your shoulders from left to right. Briefly imagining yourself wearing the clothing. Placing the perfect sundress on the bed, you check the time, running into the kitchen taking your eggs off the stove once and for all.

“Oh shit.” You sigh, seeing your eggs are dancing on the edges of well done and burnt.

Shrugging and eating it anyway, a tingling feeling glides up your back. Now that you’ve given it the time of day, you shiver at the thought. Ignoring it, knowing that you have somewhere important to be in less than an hour. Throwing the empty plate in the trash, you go to your room. Glancing towards your window for a moment, purposely leaving the blinds cracked as you take off your top. Breasts moving freely as you stride to the bathroom for a quick shower. Taking off your shorts and panties at the same time. Shower cap sitting comfortably on your head as you wash off the heat of the stares. The water moving irregularly each time your mind revisits you being watched. Although eyes aren’t on you at the moment, thankfully. Once you step out the comfort of your own bathroom, you feel dilated pupils drinking in your wet, dripping form.

Dropping the towel on the floor once you’ve dried your skin, you put on your skimpy underwear. Struggling to latch your strapless bra. You check your phone when you succeed. Cursing yourself at the fact you’ll be late for brunch. Rushing through your makeup routine and hairstyle, you still manage to look flawless as you slip on your flowery sundress. The noodled strap dress hugging your curves, plumping out your boobs and butt. All the while staying slightly modest with the length that went all the way to your ankles. Looking around for your sandals as you spray loads of perfume on your body, your head jerks towards the window. A shuffle heard close, almost like someone tripped on something. Brushing it off, you slip on your sandals and grab your purse. The main thing on your mind in the moment being, which route will get you to the restaurant the fastest.

Coming back to your humble abode three hours later, you drop your bag on the side table by the front door and huff. Smiling to yourself at the new memories you just made with your friends. Stumbling in the slightest as you make it to the kitchen for a glass of water, it presents itself to you. The water filled cup resting in your hand as if someone handed it to you. Gulping down the water, you roll your neck and shoulders. The feeling of being watched appearing again.

“Can we just talk.” You exclaim closing your eyes momentarily then opening them. “One conversation.” You slur.

When met with silence, you look out your window, the abandoned building across from you being empty to your glance. Shaking your head, you watch as your window opens for itself, unlocking its mechanism and sliding up, letting a stiff figure through the small space. Hovering over to you in a slow manner.

“I know you can hear me.” You point to the man, his feet connecting with the floor as he gains control over his limbs.

“If you have the guts to watch me you should have the same to talk to me.” You put your hands on your hips, looking up to this built man.

“I wasn’t watching you.” He sternly says, grabbing the top of his mask and yanking it off his head. “I was looking over you.”

“You really think I’d be in danger.” You plainly say, not amused. The water moving through your body is turning into irritation by each passing moment.

“First you wanna move out and now you wanna stalk me. The least you could do for me is answer one question.” You state, watching as he puts his mask aside on the granite counter.

“We aren’t getting back together. There, answered.” He moves his roughed up hair out his face and turns to leave.

“That’s not what I meant.” You grit your teeth, his body immediately going stiff and turning back to you unwillingly. The fluids in his body granting you complete control over him.

“What do you mean, hm? I’m trying to do my best. What do you want from me!” He raises his voice, looking down to you from his elevated position.

“DO NOT YELL IN THIS APARTMENT I PAY FOR!” You snap back.

“I’m sorry.” He hesitates his words, looking over you curiously.

“What did I do to you? Huh? Is it because of how I am now..? Because I can control it.” You plead, sobriety washing over you. And you immediately let him down.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” You ask, hands on your hips waiting for a response. Letting out a strong exhale, he takes a slow step towards you. Holding your hands weakly and moving his hands up your arms to hold you by the shoulders.

“We can’t get back together.” He says to you, leaning in and practically seducing you with how low his voice is.

“why not.” You whisper, swallowing thickly, “You refuse to tell me why…please.” You beg, looking up at him with glossy eyes and a small pout tugging at your lips.

“Stop that.” He defensively says, watching how the water builds up at the burrier of your eyes. Opening his mouth to say more but being at a lost of words. Blinking the innocent tears out your eyes, to which start the waterworks.

“Stop crying.” He utters, all resistance breaking at your vulnerability.

“hey,” you hear him as you weakly wipe the oasis of tears on each cheek, “look at me cariño.” He says, almost sweetly, his voice still having that rugged nature to it.

His bloodshot eyes capture you, not finding it in yourself to look away as he leans in. A burning sensation moving from your chest to your arms, legs and traveling up to your cheeks. Him kissing your right cheek, inhaling your scent all the while your mind is in overdrive with the amount of physical contact. Taking you a moment to release he’s resorted to licking away your tears, his sharp fangs brushing against the soft flesh of your tinted cheek. Watching him from the corner of your eye, he entraps you once more, using his index finger to turn your chin to him. Closing your eyes, your scared of what you know he’ll do.

Smashing your lips in a frenzy of heat and want, you hum into the kiss. Your fright leaving you once your hands reach up into his hair. The fluffy feel pleasant to your fingertips as you massage his scalp. His hands roaming freely down your waist, over your ass and squeezing your plush thighs. Breathing in each-others faces as you move your head from side to side in order to match up with his rapid movements. Breaking away from each other, you look at one another, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Reaching his hand behind your back, he unzips your dress and watches as you slip the straps off your shoulders. The dress tumbling into a pool of lively fabric on the floor.

Spinning your body around, he pushes you towards the counter, prompting you to lean on it. Ass perking up as he plays with the hem of your panties, lifting up the elastic and letting go harshly. The snaps and jolts from your body forcing him to smirk. Waiting patiently for him to make a move, you spread your legs more when his foot taps your ankle. Holding your breath when his finger grazes your pussy lips while pulling back the sticky fabric. Focusing your eyes on the bricked pattern on your kitchen back splash you fight to hold back a scream when he licks your clit. Parting your soaked lips with his tongue. Going as far as teasing your aching hole with a teethy kiss. A hot moan leaving your throat when his sharpened teeth brush against your heat. Using his whole mouth to engulf your pussy in his burning saliva, his tongue to play with your hole.

Feeling how you squish him tightly at his moments. Your mules and shrieks transitioning into a full on scream when his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Guiding you through your first orgasm and abusing your tired core with his quick licks and passionate kisses. Giving your pussy one last kiss he stands up. Looking over your shoulder dazed, he’s naked and sliding your underwear down your legs. Slouched back straightening at the sudden pushing of his dick forcing its way in your shuttering hole. You claw at the granite, running your fingers though your braids and tugging at the roots. Battling another scream when he pushes more, his hips fitting against the round of your ass perfectly. Moving your hips a bit you quickly get used to his abnormal size. The veins that pump through this hot blooded man, shifting along your mushy walls and sending shivering sensations through your stomach.

Snapping his hips into you, he huffs. Understanding how tight you are with every moment he makes. Pulling up to his pink tip and slamming right into your small hole. A mix of grunt and moan coming out your mouth, causing you to rise up off the surface. Doing short yet powerful thrusts, he holds the back of your throat, squeezing on the sides and lowering you back on the counter. Leaning over your body so he could press your face onto the cold material with his hand on your cheek. You view now being the front door and Miguels fit body. His six pack flexing with each slam of his hips into yours. Crossing your legs at the ankles, your pussy pulses more under his gaze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a second. At the heavenly feeling of you milking him.

“hm…hah..miguel please.” You plead, unsure of what you’re asking for in particular.

A feeling of estasy and euphoria washing over you as you whine loudly. Left leg shaking under you as you uncross your ankles and try to keep yourself from falling. Miguel leaning down on top of you, swallowing air as if he was holding his breath. Grabbing your waist when he feels you lose your footing under him. Deeply chuckling at your weaken legs, he lifts you off the counter and into his arms bridal style. Moving you to the couch he throws you onto the cushions. Your leg shaking as you sit up from your odd laying position. Pushing you in your chest, right below your collar bone your bare back hits the icy fabric.

“Quédate abajo,” He breathes chest heaving up and down, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He mutters, moving your legs to surround his hips and digging his knees into the couch. Once he’s situated, leaning forward over you and snaking his hand onto your neck. Loosely holding the flesh as he looks over your body to make sure you’re fine.

“You wanted to cry your way into my pants, hm? Pequeña zorra.” You nod to the best of your ability as he shakes you. Your mind not processing the language switch.

His one palm hiding your neck entirely, holding you in place as he slaps your sensitive pussy with his cock, and sliding it inside you. Grinding into you, his tip kisses your cervix and he pulls out, head tilting back for a moment as he sighs. Looking down again, he aligns himself up and snaps his hips back into you. A whine leaving your lips. His crimson eyes burning into yours and keeping your attention.

“keep makin’ those dumb noises…you dumb girl.” He huffs, croaking out a soft moan as you squeeze him tightly.

“oh fuck cariño, fuck, fuck!” He recites, pounding into you with each breath shattering stroke. Your gasps bringing him pleasure, your shaky legs giving a huge stroke to his ego.

“m-more…oh-“ You stutter shamefully, his hips speeding up, chasing his high as he bites his lip drawing blood.

Focusing your blurry vision on his blood dripping onto your stomach. But he doesn’t care, all you see is a man in heat. Chasing his own release as he uses you, seeing you as nothing more than his dumb play thing, a simple cock sleeve. And he gets what he wants. A steaming hot fluid flowing through your gummy walls as he continues to grind his hips into you. His elbows on either side of your head as he catches his breath above you. Your hands sneaking to his muscled shoulders, a small smile creeping to your lips as you rub and massage the tuff flesh. Right when you think he’ll collapse right next to you, he jumps up. Pulling you into his lap, his cum traveling down your womb and leaking out of your plugged pussy.

“You wanted this, remember?” He whispers against your cheek, getting no other response from you than a throaty moan.

A/n: Isn’t this man so fucking fine omg. When I saw him at the early release I swooned, even though he was trifling, he’s still so damn hot.

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nastybuckybarnes · 2 years

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Riding Lessons

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!

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You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.

“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.

He only chuckles and pats your right hand.

“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”

“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.

You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.

“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.

“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”

Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.

“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.

Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.

His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.

“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.

His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.

And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?

“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”

He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”

You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”

He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-

“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.

“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.

“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.

Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”

Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.

Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”

He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”

You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.

He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.

He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.

~*~

You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.

You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.

The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.

With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.

“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.

You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.

His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.

“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.

He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.

“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.

You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.

Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.

Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”

His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.

“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.

“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.

You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.

“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.

“Now, front brake?”

Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.

“Gear shift and clutch?”

You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.

“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”

Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.

“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”

Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.

The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.

“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.

The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.

“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.

You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.

“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”

You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.

Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.

“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”

You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.

You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.

“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”

You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.

“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”

You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.

“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.

The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.

Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.

He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.

He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.

“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.

He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.

Or cum on it.

God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.

He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.

Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.

He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.

Hard.

He’s hard.

And he’s fucking huge.

Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.

So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.

Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.

“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.

“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”

A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.

You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.

“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.

The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.

You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.

You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.

“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.

You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.

You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.

The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.

You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.

“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.

You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.

You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.

“You coming?”

Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.

“Y-yeah.”

You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.

He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.

He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.

This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.

You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.

He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.

“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.

You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.

Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.

You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.

“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.

Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.

“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.

A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.

Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.

His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.

He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.

“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.

“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”

You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.

“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”

Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.

One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.

“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.

“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.

He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.

“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.

He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.

“Please... I’m gonna cum...”

He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.

The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.

Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.

No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.

“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.

You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.

“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.

“Is Bucky still here?”

You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.

“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.

“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.

“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”

“O-Okay.”

Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.

“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.

Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.

“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.

He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.

You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.

You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.

The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.

You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.

“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.

“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.

“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.

You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.

When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.

“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”

He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.

“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”

You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.

“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.

You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.

Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.

“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.

You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.

He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.

“M-my dad-”

“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”

You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.

“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.

He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.

“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”

#bucky x reader #dbf!bucky x reader #dads best friend!bucky x reader #bucky x young!reader #bucky x innocent!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky smut #Bucky Barnes smut #bucky x you #bucky/reader #bucky/you #bucky x reader lemon #bucky/reader lemon #lemon #smut #marvel smut

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thekatfuzz · 6 months

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Shadow of a Doubt (Preview)

So how about that episode 2 huh?? 👀 when I saw Loki using his shadow magic for the first time in the trailer even before the episode released I knew I had to write a fic about it. So here 'tis!

Pairing: Loki x TVA Hunter Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, shadow magic, use of restraints, slight non-con, slight dark!Loki. **contains slight spoilers for Season 2.**

Rating: M

London, 1977

Night in the city never slept. It wasn't a stressful or rushed state of being awake, but it was rather just alive and existing. The distant sound of sirens from a fire truck nearby, some honking cars here and there, and the distant music and chatter of people on the phone or couples talking to each other walking past you. The ambiance and the world around you seemed distant and unimportant in comparison to your important mission--compromise Variant L1130-- also known as Loki Laufeyson.

You've seen him before, at the TVA and in files that you read. He thought he was the God of Mischief or something. At least thats what Mobius said. You didnt know what he saw in Loki. Mobius has always been interested in such strange things.

Of course, the Variant was mysterious--and not to mention, quite handsome. The mugshot on his file depicted a good-looking man with chiseled cheekbones and raven black hair. Sure, you thought he was good looking, and you wouldnt kick him out of bed if you found him there, but of course you wouldnt go out actively wanting to sleep with a rouge Variant--no matter how hot they were.

You had your assignment. And you had your warnings. Loki's file had mentioned his use of magic and illusions and the image of big, impact text on the file flashed through your head:

"IF CONFRONTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION."

But you weren't worried. You were in disguise anyway. Your Tempad and pruning stick tucked away cleverly and your determination on display. You've dealt with hundreds of so-called perilous Variants before, how different could this one be?

You got to a shadowed intersection and you looked around. It seemed quieter here. Flickering streetlights lit the slick cobblestone streets as low footsteps and indistinct chatter could be heard. A few people could be seen walking here and there a distance away, but there wasn't much here. All of a sudden, you could have sworn you saw a person appear out pf nowhere out of the corner of your eye. You would have usually just shrugged off as your eyes playing tricks on you in the dimly lit street and kept walking, but something didnt feel right.

The air felt colder and it felt like the sounds of the world were even more further away now as a chill ran up your spine. You felt alone but at the same time, like you were being watched. You looked around frantically, not even knowing what you were looking for. Your hand went quickly to where you hid your pruning stuck, ready to fight or fly.

Suddenly a shadow caught the corner of your eye on the wall. You turned to face it, but it was gone.

What the hell?

Your breathing became faster and you leapt into action, running away. You barely made it a few feet until you felt your arm be tugged backwards, halting you. You shot your head back to see who was holding you back, fully ready to fight back--only to see in surprised confusion that there was no one holding your wrist. It was like a ghost was gripping your arm with invisible fingers but very real strength.

It took you longer than it should have to notice the towering shadow on the wall. It was definitely a human, a male probably, holding your arm. It was like the shadow, somehow, was restraining you.

"What the...." you whispered aloud.

You tried to wriggle free and managed to for a few seconds, until you felt another similar invisible hand grip your other wrist. The next thing you knew you were pinned with your back against the stone wall, looking out at the end of the alleyway where light poured in through a rectangular opening.

Heart thundering and mind racing, you extended your neck a bit in front of you and looked up at the wall you were held against. Two large shadows this time. They looked the same, each holding your arms out to the side like you were shackled to the hard stone wall.

Then, you saw it. First from one shadow, than the other-- a set of sharp, curving horns began to grow out of the black shadows' heads. You watched in surprise as the horns began to bloom and didnt even notice the man striding towards you, eyes glowing an otherworldly green.

"Well, well..." purred the voice, in a velvety English accent. "What have we here?"

Loki.

The infamous Variant stepped out the shadows in a very elegant suit with a white ruff in his chest and a neat bow tie. His hair was slicked black and his hands were clasped behind his back. He sauntered over to you, smirking. Looking like a spider who had just caught a decadent fly in its web.

He waved his hand again, and your clothes changed as your breath hitched. Your disguise melted away to reveal your black TVA hunter armor. You gritted your teeth. This was annoying, but this wouldnt stop you. So what he knew you were from the TVA. He would be incarcerated there soon enough.

You jerked and struggled against the shadow bonds as Loki chuckled.

"Don't bother, darling." He mused. "Shadow magic--quite useful, actually. Very hard to break out of it's grip."

"Loki Laufeyson--" You said, hoping your voice carried more confidence and certainty than you felt. "You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for crimes of sabotaging the Sacred Timeline."

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" He said in mock surprise. He looked around. "So I've been told before."

He stepped closer to you, his features sharp in the dim light. "Go on then hunter, arrest me." He put out his wrists in an exaggerated act of surrender. He paused a moment then looked back up at you. "Oh dear, but you can't though, can you? You seem to be a little...incapacitated, darling."

"Don't call me that." You spat, blood boiling. Maybe you wouldnt even take him back to the TVA--maybe you would just give yourself the satisfaction of pruning him right here and now.

He looked taken aback.

"Trust me Variant, when I'm free--"

"I'll be sorry?" Loki said, sounding bored. "Yes, yes. Heard it all before. You hunters are so cute when you try to threaten me."

He stepped closer yet again to your restrained body, closing the space between you. You could nearly feel his breath on your face now as he looked down at you with his piercing green gaze.

Your heart hammered in your throat, loud enough that you hoped he couldn't hear.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, running a finger down your cheek, making you shudder.

Your face flushed, praying he couldnt see it in the darkness.

"Of course I do." You choked out. "You're a villain. A Variant. A threat to Time itself." You stabbed. Loki smirked.

"Am I?" He said, amused. "You seem to have such strong opinions about me. Did they warn you about me, Variant? About how dangerous and horrible I can be?"

"I'm not afraid of you." You said boldly. "I haven't even seen you do anything more than your silly shadow puppets and your outfit-changing trick."

"Oh." Loki growled. He came even closer to you and grabbed your chin, his chest pressing you against the hard brick wall behind you. Your wrists felt cold and ached from the restraining phantom hands.

"Well..." Loki said, lifting your head up forcefully. He lowered his voice to a growl, and locked his gaze with yours. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things to you."

#tom hiddleston #loki #hehe >:3 #loki x reader #loki x you #tva #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #marvel #fic #loki smut #loki lemon #dom!loki #dark!loki

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venusianelf · 3 months

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Game of Passion

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Weed Consumption, Swearing, Rough Sex (Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Degradation), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), A couple uses of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader and Peter are implied to be kind of assholes to their ex flings

Word Count: ~3,800

A/N: First fanfic I’ve written in a long while, and it’s smut of course lol. Might write more parts to this, not sure yet.

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

It hadn’t taken long for the rumors to spread about Peter Parker, all the girls would fawn over him and if they were lucky got to sleep with him, although never more than once. Similarly, it hadn’t taken long for rumors about you to spread. You had most of the men and women on campus wrapped around your finger. Even your best friend was desperate for more of you. You continually would laugh her suggestions off unless it made you potentially look more desirable for your new hit mark. In which case you’d kiss her dizzy and promptly drop her with a faux innocent smile as your newest hit would make their way over to you. Sure, you cared about her but you had promised yourself no feelings for anyone, even her. So you stuck to your rule of one and done.

Of course, from things you’d heard you had grown curious about Peter. Though you were more an attract than a chase kind of girlie. So sure you’d attend parties you knew he’d be at, hell even the ones out of the frat house he resided in. You’d caught a few glimpses of him before but other than a passing glance neither of you made a move. You had thought tonight would be no exception.

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend as you both prepared for your night out at Parker’s frat house. “Come onnn Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to kiss me again?” She whined as she watched intently as you applied your makeup. You chuckled at her desperation before looking at her in the mirror. “I’ll kiss you again if the situation arises where it’s useful,” You tease as she huffs and rolls her eyes. “No fun,” She replies as she opens her phone and responds to some of her messages. “Uh-huh sure, you’ll live,” You replied returning your focus back on your makeup. Feeling satisfied with it you grabbed your setting spray and generously mist yourself before adjusting your hair to frame your face better.

“What do you think?” You asked as you turned to your best friend. She gave you a look over in your dress and whistled appreciatively. “You look delicious, wish I was the lucky hit tonight,” She replied as you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Another day maybe,” You replied with a wink at her and watched as she promptly blushed before turning back to her phone to avoid your gaze. “Seems a good enough time to head over, you ready?” She asked as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress from laying on your bed. “Sure am,” You replied as you grabbed your purse and phone.

As you entered the frat party you felt the hungry gazes of many partygoers on you, smiling to yourself you held your best friend's wrist in your grasp as you led her and yourself to the drinks. You gave a flirty smile to the boy pouring you two drinks as you recalled the time you had hooked up with him. He hadn’t been half bad and seemed gentlemanly but that wasn’t really your type. You thanked him for the drinks before you continued pulling your best friend outside to watch some of the partygoers play beer pong and other silly games.

You chatted with her as you sipped your drink and surveyed the potential hits. Although as you did you felt the gaze of someone on you before turning to where you had felt it originate, locking gazes with one infamous Peter Parker. You noted his fluffy blond hair as you watched as his eyes raked over your body. You gave him an inviting smile before turning to your best friend to try to play hard to get. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he handed his drink to one of his friends and walked over to you, leaving whatever poor girl had previously been chatting with him alone.

You looked up at him in faux surprise as he approached you. Your best friend paused her conversation to look between you to two before excusing herself as she usually did. “Y/N, right?” He asked as you nodded in reply. “Peter, right?” You mirrored as he nodded in return. “Seen you around here a few times,” He replied as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. “I do my best to get out,” You responded after a moment and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean get around,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “As if you don’t do the same,” You taunted and clicked his tongue in response as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You got me there,” He replied as he looked you over.

“You smoke?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “I do,” You replied unsure of if he had meant nicotine or weed, not that it really mattered. He nodded in response. “Care to join me then?” He asked as you contemplated it for a moment. “Sure, why not,” You replied as you watched a smirk play on his lips at your response. “Follow me then,” He said as he grabbed your wrist and guided you through the party crowd upstairs. You had been upstairs before during some of your other hook-ups but it felt somehow different to be heading to Peter’s room.

He opened the door and gestured for you to head in, obliging, you entered and moved to sit on his bed. “This your usual way of getting girls into your bed?” You teased with a raised eyebrow as he scoffed at your comment. He entered after you and closed the door and locking it. “Not usually,” He replied as he rifled through his stash and began rolling a joint for you two. You noted the distinct smell of weed as you got your answer to your earlier question. “Oh? Am I special then?” You joked as he chuckled in response. “If it makes you feel better then sure,” He replied before finishing rolling the joint and taking a seat next to you on the bed. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He offered you the joint which you happily took and placed between your lips as he held a lighter up and lit it for you. Taking a drag you breathed in it, pleasantly surprised at the higher quality of it. “Not bad,” You commented as you passed it to him. He chuckled at your response. “What? Did you expect me to smoke shit weed?” He taunted and took a hit as you shoved him slightly with your elbow. “A little, yeah,” You replied with a laugh as he gave you a playful glare. He placed a hand over his heart with mock hurt in his eyes. “Ow,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, gimme that back,” You replied as you went to grab the joint from him. He raised an eyebrow at that before pulling it up over your head, out of your reach. You glared at him before trying to grab it.

As you made your move to grab it, he focused on the way you had to lean closer to him. His free hand moved to your hip as he pulled you into his lap. With his readjustment of you, you managed to grab the joint. Pulling it to your lips with a satisfied smirk. You took a hit but otherwise gave no indication of the effect being in his lap had on you. He watched as you breathed in the smoke, as you were about to blow it out he leaned forward and captured your lips. You gasped in surprise at his actions before feeling the open-mouthed kiss he placed on your lips. Realizing his intentions, you blew the smoke into his mouth as you two kissed. His hand that was not on your hip was quick to join the other. His grip squeezing your hips tightly as he kissed you hungrily. You felt your head dizzy as you grew breathless from the kiss.

When he pulled back to part from you, you both panted as his forehead rested on yours. One of his hands quickly moved to your hand that was holding the joint before grabbing it and placing it in an ashtray nearby. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” You huffed as he chuckled at your response. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words. You quickly recovered as you swatted at his chest. “No, you’re just a jerk,” You argued as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m the jerk?” He questioned as you glared at him and nodded. He chuckled before running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll show what a jerk looks like princess,” He replied, and before you could fully process his words he had pushed you onto the bed with your face down and ass up. You squeaked in surprise as he manhandled you.

You craned your head back to glare at him. “You treat all your women like objects?” You taunted before squeaking again as you felt his hand collide with your ass as he spanked you. “No, just little sluts like you,” He replied as you bit back a moan from his degrading words. His gaze was trained on your face though and his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Figures you’d like that,” He teased as his hands hiked up the bottom of your dress before rubbing circles on where he had spanked you. You shook your head to try to fight back the blush that coated your cheeks. “No- No, I don’t,” You replied trying to deny your interest in his mean words.

He tilted his head at that, and you moaned out in surprise as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “No? Your body seems to say differently,” He teased before looking down at where his hands touched you. He groaned at the sight of your drenched panties as he continued teasing you with his fingers. “You’re fucking soaked,” He muttered as his gaze was transfixed on how easily you had wet his fingers through your panties. Shoving your panties to the side he swore under his breath as he saw your glistening pussy.

His digits had you trembling under his touch as he collected some of your wetness of his fingers before moving to circle your clit. He looked up at you as he watched you face twist in pleasure as your eyes shut at his contact. “Sh- Shit! Fuck, just like that,” You moaned out as he chuckled. You opened your eyes to glare at him with that but quickly yelped when he slapped your pussy. “Don’t take an attitude with me whore,” He growled as you nodded back at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Ah! Okay okay!” You conceded as he watched you almost predatorily. You began wiggling as his hand stayed cupping your sex but not touching you more than that. His eyes glanced down at you grinding yourself into his hand before he looked up at your face again.

You whined as you felt the loss of his warmth as he pulled his hand back. “You want more? Then ask nicely,” He replied with almost a stern edge to his voice. Your eyes focused on him as you mentally fought yourself over it. You knew he wouldn’t let it go if you said please but you also didn’t want him to stop. Shutting your eyes you decided to say it regardless. “Please Peter, touch me, please,” You begged as he tsk’d at you. You opened your eyes and took in his disapproving expression as he looked at you. “You can do better than that,” He replied as you pouted at his words. “C’mon, Peter please!” You whined before you yelped as he spanked your ass once again. “Okay okay! Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please touch me!” You begged as his eyes darkened at your words. “That’s more like it,” He groaned before moving his fingers to your slit again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him touch you again. His fingers made expert circles over your clit as you started trembling again as little moans and whimpers left your lips. He worked you up before his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance as whined at the loss of contact on your clit. Although your disappointment was quickly washed away as you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your slit. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance as he moved to suck on your clit. You moaned at the intrusion before shoving your face in his pillows to attempt to muffle yourself.

He sucked on your clit like a man starved as his fingers pressed further and further into you. Before long he began curling them trying to find the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips mindlessly jumped as he found the spot. You could feel him smirk against you as he continued hitting it over and over as you felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Your hands bunched up the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself draw closer and closer. “M’ gonna cum,” You whimpered as you turned your head to the side to make sure you were audible. “C’mon cum on my fingers princess,” He encouraged as he pulled back slightly before sucking on your clit with renewed vigor. You bit your lip hard as you cried out and your vision blacked out as white-hot pleasure coursed through you.

You shook as he fucked through your orgasm. As you came down, your hips attempted to jump away from his touch in overstimulation which he chuckled at as he pulled back from you. He flipped you over easily so you were on your back as you looked up at him dazedly and sated. “Look at you, one orgasm and all that sass is gone,” He cooed condescendingly as you blushed and rolled your head to the side to avoid his gaze. He tsk’d in response and grabbed your jaw with his clean and pulled you to look at him again before tapping his fingers that were covered in your juices to your lips. “Open up,” He commanded before your lips fell open in silent obedience. His fingers pressed against your tongue as you sucked on them and cleaned your slick off his digits. “Atta girl,” He groaned.

Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out of your mouth as you whined sightly at the loss. He chuckled at that. “Don’t worry princess, we’re not done yet,” He replied. He got to work pulling your dress over your head as you leaned up slightly to help him. Once off, he threw it somewhere across the room as his gaze fixated on your tits. One of his hands moved to circle your nipple as he moved to suck your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it as he sucked, your back arching off his mattress as you gasped. Once he was satisfied he let go with a pop before kissing slightly above your tits as he sucked a hickey onto you.

Normally, you were against most marks anyone wanted to leave on you but his teeth and lips on you had you gasping and whining for more instead. He smirked as he pulled back to admire his work on your chest before leaning down to add more. As he did, you didn’t notice his free hand moving to unzip his jeans and push them down. He pushed his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and began pumping it as finished littering hickeys along your chest. When he pulled back, your eyes focused on his cock. It wasn’t too long where it would hurt you but it definitely was bigger than average and a bit girthier too. You sucked in a breath as you watched him pump himself and the weeping head of his cock as his pre-cum drooled out of his slit.

He smirked at your doe-like eyes. “Like what you see?” He teased as your gaze quickly looked up to his eyes. You nodded needily at his question as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Need it, please please, Peter, please!” You begged for him without prompting causing him to bite his lip to bite back a groan at your neediness. He clicked his tongue in response. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He replied as he moved to settle between your thighs. He glanced down between you two before glancing over at the drawer of his bedside table. “Can you grab a condom for me princess?” He asked as you blinked up at him dazedly. “M’ on the pill,” You mumbled as he groaned at the implication. “You clean?” He asked as you nodded at his question. “Fuck, fine,” He replied as he lined the tip up with your entrance.

He swiped it around a bit to gather some of your slick against him before he slowly pushed into you. You moaned and gasped out as your arms went to brace yourself on his forearms, nails digging into him. “Shit, you need to relax,” He muttered as he felt you squeeze the tip of him. He wet his fingers in his mouth before moving to circle your clit with them. You mewled at the touch but he felt you relax as he did. He continued his circles as he pushed further into you. You gasped and trembled under him as you felt fuller and fuller. Getting impatient, he gave a hard thrust up into you as he pushed him to be fully sheathed in you. You squeaked as he did your eyes shutting in the process. He stopped his touch on your clit as you whined. “Open your eyes,” He ordered but you kept your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the feeling of him filling you up so sweetly.

You squeaked in surprise when you felt his palm connect with your cheek. Your eyes opening suddenly at the impact. “There you go,” He groaned as you pouted and rubbed your cheek where he had slapped you. “What? You want me to kiss it better?” He teased as you nodded at his words. He huffed a little but leaned down to place a light kiss on your cheek. A small smile flitted across your face before you felt him roughly pull out and thrust back up into you. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips. His face settled to bury in your neck as he continued the pace.

His hands moved to push your legs around his hips as he continued thrusting into you. One of his hands moving to draw circles on your clit as you moaned. You felt your body shaking once again as he built you back up to the edge. He pulled back to look down at you as he continued chasing his pleasure. Watching him with half-lidded eyes, you pawed at his free hand to pull it to your throat. He groaned as you settled his palm over your throat. “Fuck, you really are just a little slut, aren’t you?” He commented as you whined at his words. He placed more pressure against your throat at your needy whine, pulling a moan from you.

With the added sensation, you felt your orgasm rushing to you quicker and quicker. “You gonna cum for me princess?” He asked as he felt you clench his dick harder. You nodded frantically in response. “Go on then,” He encouraged as he tightened his grasp on your neck a little more. You choked on a moan as you felt your orgasm blind you with pleasure for a second time. You vaguely registered his groaning and swearing as you pulsed around him. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as the pressure on your throat prolonged your climax. As you came down from it, he moved his hand away from your throat to next to your head as his other hand rested on your hip to pull you closer to him as he chased his release. You mewled at the sensitivity before he leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his dick twitch before feeling him spill into you. He continued fucking you through his climax as you whined and mewled into his mouth. Once he came to a stop, he sighed before pulling out of you. Looking down, he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you before moving to collapse beside you. You shut your eyes as you focused on calming your breath. You felt his eyes on you as he watched you, you peeked an eye open at him before making an annoyed noise. “What?” You asked before closing your eyes again. “Just making sure you’re still alive,” He chuckled and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“Uh huh, well your dick isn’t that good that it could kill,” You replied feeling more to your normal self. “Could’ve fooled me,” He laughed as you cringed remembering the way you had been so submissive to him a few moments prior. You shook your head at his words before opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on his bed. He watched you curiously as you looked around his room for your dress. Spotting it, you stood up on shaky legs to pick it up, adjusting your underwear which you both had been too caught up in to take off. Slipping the dress over your head and adjusting it to cover what you needed to you, you tsk’d as you saw the hickeys on your chest.

You shot him a glare. “What?” He asked with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hickeys? Really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. “You weren’t complaining when it happened,” He replied with a shrug and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” You replied. You checked your phone from your purse as he tucked himself away and made himself decent. You glanced back up at him, “Well see you around then,” You said as he nodded with a boyish grin. “Mhm, same time next week?” He teased as you chuckled. “We both know that’s not how this works,” You replied with a shake of your head. He shrugged in response. “True,” He replied as you unlocked his door and opened it. You looked back at him, “See you around Princess Parker,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Last I checked princess was your name,” He replied as you stuck your tongue out at him teasingly before walking out of his room.

You headed downstairs as you texted your best friend who quickly found you and promptly teased you about the hickeys you couldn’t fully hide. You promised to tell her the full story on the way back to your dorm. As you left though, you couldn’t help but wonder why your cheeks felt warmer at the thought of him.

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GOTG Rocket x Reader 🍋 - Heatwaves

Summary: Long from home, the ship's air conditioner breaks, resulting in hallucination-inducing heat. Your obvious crush on Rocket doesn't make things any better.

Warnings: Inspired by a series of TMNT fics I did a while back, sexual innuendo, dirty talk, degradation, praise, illness from excessive heat, daydreaming/hallucinating, suggestive situations, sexual tension, judgment impaired by arousal, fem!reader, non specified species!reader, humanoid/anthro!reader, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war

You were so dizzy, melting into the sofa, sprawled out with no regard for anyone else's comfort. Your head rested against Mantis's leg, while your legs invaded Drax's bubble, not that he minded. His people didn't really understand the concepts of personal space anyhow. You were all in this boat though, Gamora splayed out on the floor as it was the coolest surface in the ship. With this heat, all there was to do to bear it was strip down to the littlest clothing possible before becoming indecent and napping to make the time pass quicker.

"C'mon, you guys, cheer up," Peter forced a cheerful tone from the cockpit. "Rocket said he should be finished with the repairs on the AC tomorrow."

"Thank God," you groaned, pinching the fabric of your tanktop to unstick it from your chest. "I can't take this shit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm so sweaty, it feels like I showered in my clothes." Mantis agreed from above you, doing the same and wiggling all over to have her shirt sit right.

"But you didn't," Drax gave her a lead-poisoned stare. "I have been watching you for hours and you haven't moved, let alone gone to shower." The empath's head very slowly turned towards him, her glare and pursed lips screaming that she was done with his nonsense.

"Ya know," the captain called again. "If you're hot, just think how Rocket feels. It's probably way hotter down there in the boiler, plus he's covered in fur."

"I am Groot." The sapling said, raising his head off Gamora's chest as she nodded, agreeing with him.

"I don't care that fur is like insulation, if you're hot, he's hot. And I don't see any of you trying to help him, so stop whining." Peter's light reprimand, admittedly had pulled on your heartstrings a bit. It was awfully nice of Rocket to fix the AC all by himself, even if he was the only one with the know-how to do it.

"He's right," you sighed, begrudgingly tearing yourself off the sofa, your exposed skin having stuck to it. Finally separated from the mound of leather and flesh, you stumbled over to the kitchenette and threw open the fridge before grabbing a few bottles of water. "Rocket might need some help, I'll go check on him."

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You had never been in this part of the ship before, slinking through halls and around protruding pipes and fixtures. It was much hotter down here, closer to the water heating systems. You had to halt for a moment, pressing your hand to the wall for stability as you hunched a bit. If you were already feeling faint, you couldn't imagine how Rocket was feeling. For all you knew, he could have passed out and nobody would have known.

Suddenly you began to make out a distant, distorted racket that echoed and reverberated against every surface. It sounded almost...melodic? Following as it became louder, it led you to a warm light that streamed out from beyond a closed door. You halted for a moment, now being able to separate the noise, which you now recognized as a voice, singing lazily. Rocket never sang in front of people and you almost felt perverted as you listened to his rendition of Silver's 'Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang'. "Now that it's said and we both understand," he softly crooned, voice carrying to far reaches. "Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand."

Inhaling sharply, you finally found it in you to grip the door handle and let yourself in. Orange light flooded out of the small room and the music became as clear as it was going to get, loud enough to conceal the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Everyone had always been able to tell you were sweet on Rocket, and you'd never done much to hide the fact but seeing him now, bathed in marigold neon, laid flat on his back up underneath a large fixture...shirtless- it was too much for you. His fur was slicked against his chest from sweat and his jumpsuit was tied loosely on his hips, revealing much more of him than you ever could have been prepared to see. Adding to that his admittedly lovely, gruff singing voice, the scene was a recipe for an upset tummy.

Deciding you couldn't handle this, you silently tried to back out of the room, eyes trained on him like a deer in headlights. You may have gotten away with it, had one of the water bottles not fallen from the crook of your elbow, alerting him to your presence. Instantly, he rolled out from under the machine, set down his tools, and sat up, staring at you. "(Y/N), what are you doing down here?"

Now that you could see his face, you were in even worse shape. The white stripes on his cheeks were smeared with grease, whiskers crumpled, and fur unkempt. He looked incredibly rugged- more so than usual. "Hello? Knowwhere to (Y/N)?" he croaked again and waved a hand in front of him, voice hoarse from unrestricted use. "You okay?"

At last, you shook out of your trance, flustered to hell and back, and eagerly swooped down to grab the bottle. "Y-Yeah, I'm great! You're just really hot!" Rocket stared at you for a second, waiting for you to correct yourself before owning the compliment and mocking you for it. Obviously, you didn't take the hint, so that was his cue.

"Well thanks, dollface," he smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the doorway, taking the dropped bottle from you before popping off the cap and chugging it. About halfway through, he stopped with a deep, relieved sigh. "I always thought I was pretty hot but it's still nice to hear it from someone else." That's when your stomach dropped, realizing what you'd said. Time to backtrack.

"Oh my God, no!" you gasped, once again dropping what you were holding to slap your hands to your face. "I don't think you're hot!" Rocket looked at you quizzically, hand on hip. "I-I mean I do think you're attractive, b-but not in a weird way! More like a friend way!"

"Uh-huh," he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Friend attraction's the best kind, ya know? And don't sweat it, Quill says I'm hot all the time."

"Rocket, please..." you finally gave in, physically crumbling. "I meant like- you're probably getting hot down here and I wanted to bring you something to drink."

"I know, dollface, I'm just yankin' your chain." he laughed, pushing off the wall and walking back farther into the room to sit on a bucket. "I needed a break anyway, thanks princess."

"Princess...?"

"What?"

"N-Nothing!" You finally let out a sigh of relief, following a bit closer and sitting on the floor. "So how's it coming?" you asked, uncapping your own bottle after passing him the last one.

"Well, I've identified the problem, but I don't got the right parts to fix it. Good news is, I think I was able to work up a temporary replacement that should at least get us back to Knowwhere. I know if we can just get home, I can get a brand new part for cheap-" You weren't sure when, but at some point, you'd stopped listening, mind and eyes wandering.

" Ah, fuck, (Y/N), easy! Yeah, j-just like that, keep movin' just like that for me princess..."

"Are you even listening?" Rocket's annoyed tone brought you out of your daydream. You must have zoned out without realizing it, how embarrassing. "Jeez, you're hopeless, ya know that?" He chided, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on.

"Sorry..." you slumped shamefully before trailing him as he got back into position. "H-Hey, is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Hmm," he paused, laying back down on the creeper, ready to roll back under the unit. "I guess you can keep me company, hand me tools," he proposed, disappearing under the machine. Suddenly his voice dropped an octave, words echoed against metallic surfaces that made you freeze. "I know my girl is very good with my tools."

You squeaked at his sudden turn in demeanor, falling on your behind and scrambling away from him. "W-What?!"

Rocket rolled back out, propping up on an elbow, eyeing you with concern. "What, what'd I say?" he asked frantically. "What's up with you?"

"Y-You said-" you stammered, not even comfortable with repeating what you heard. "Y-You said...I'm g-good with your tools!"

He looked at you like you were the biggest moron he'd ever met. "Well, yeah?" he chastised. "You help me in my shop all the time, so I know you know which ones are which. You're good at knowing which ones to hand me." Your chest heaved as he once again returned to his position, reaching his hand out. His small fingers curled, a sign for you to hand something over. "Gimme that ratchet." Quickly, you placed it in his hand, before clicking open the socket set.

"What size socket?"

"Twelve millimeter." He answered, settling the tool on his stomach to use both hands for whatever he was doing. Scanning the set, you plucked out the shallow twelve millimeter piece and set it on his chest, waiting for him to grab it. He did and growled in dismay, giving it back.

"No, princess," he corrected, gasping through clenched teeth. "Need it deep."

"You...w-what?" you carefully asked, feeling incredibly dizzy and unable to discern truth from hallucination.

"I need the deep twelve millimeter, not the shallow one." Rocket scolded, giving a frustrated sigh as he listened to you scramble for the correct piece, profusely apologizing all the while. Finally, you found the right one, presenting it to him just in time for him to roll out from under the fixture again. "Okay, dollface," he titled his head, worried. "What's your deal?"

"Deal? There's no deal!" you played dumb, laughing nervously, hoping he'd just drop it. "I'm fine, really!"

You went rigid, watching him silently creep closer to you, unsure if this was real or not. Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

"Rocket, I don't feel good." you stated abruptly. "I-I think something's wrong with me."

"I'll say," he cooed, dragging his knuckles down the side of your face. "How about you let me change that, hmm?" The world around you began to blur, and all you could make out were his words. You understood that his hands were on you, but you couldn't say where; you couldn't feel it, you couldn't even see clearly. "Yeah, baby just lay down, lemme do all the work." He soothed seductively. "Let daddy take care of you, 'kay, (Y/N)?"

That last word, it was your name, right? He kept repeating it, like a broken record, and suddenly all the gruffness left his voice. You listened as intently as you could, hearing it morph from lustful to monotone, and then increasingly more worried- desperate even. "(Y/N)!" There it was again.

Slowly, as his voice became more clear, the cloudiness in your vision dissipated and your senses began to return. Your cheek burned against hot metal, and you could feel patting on your face. A figure hovered over you, close enough to breathe on you. "Goddamnit, (Y/N), wake up!"

"R-Rocket...?" you stuttered, recognizing the figure. "What's going on...?"

"Nevermind that," he hushed. "Lay back down," Suddenly, he turned away from you, yelling out the door, presumably to the oncoming footsteps stampeding down the hall. "In here!" Your eyelids began to get heavy as the world began to fall away again. The last thing you remember was being lifted into the air by a second, hulking figure, then nothing.

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You awoke in your bunk, arctic air breezing by your face. What had happened, how did you get here? Where was Rocket? Your fingers twitched, sore from lack of use and the tips of them caught the sensation of something foreign. Multiple fibers connected to one source, soft in mass but wirey when you singled one out. Letting your hand travel up the organism, you froze, realizing you'd answered one of your questions. Glancing down, you found Rocket, curled in a ball at your side. That was odd, you did share a room, but Rocket never slept in your bunk.

Your movements must have roused him as he stirred under your touch, slowly unfurling himself and stretching out. "You're up," he noted, smiling a bit. "You'll be happy to know the AC is fixed."

Now that you took notice of it, the room was cooler, cold even. "Wow," you yawned, smiling back sleepily. "How long was I out for?"

"About eight hours," he copied, yawning as a reaction to seeing you do the same. You halted a moment, confused.

"Wait, I thought you said it'd take you another day to fix it?" you rubbed sleep from your eye waiting for his explaination.

"Nothin' an all nighter couldn't fix." He laughed exhaustedly, curling back up into your side. You'd usually question his sudden cuddliness, but it made your bed that much cozier. "Honestly, your little heatstroke..." his voice softened a bit. "It scared me a little. I was worried about ya."

"Heatstroke..." you repeated. "That makes so much sense," At least now you had an explanation for all those hallucinations from earlier. Though you were glad to be well again, Rocket's attention was nice, even if it was all in your head. "That explains me hearing and seeing things that weren't there down in the boiler. Sorry for acting so weird.." you confessed sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled cockily, eyes peacefully resting. "We'll definitely be having a lengthy, private conversation about all that after I catch up on some sleep." Your stomach dropped at that, imagining all the terrible outcomes that could result from said conversation. "And for the record, dollface, I do think you're very good at handling my tools, ya know," he smirked, nuzzling your ear. "When you follow directions."

Your stomach did flips as your head began to feel heavy again. "I-I must still be hallucinating...I swear I just heard you say-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

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