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deathianartworks · 6 months
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CRYPTOBER DAY FOURTEEN: HUNKY PUNKS
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slaughtergutz · 10 months
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I keep seeing like weird mentions here and there about how Joe is stronger than Hiromi and I??????
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Joe is cut, but those abs aren't for strength, they're for show. (Yes, he absolutely is strong and athletic compared to others, but,)
This is what men who train for strength look like
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They aren't skinny lads.
Hiromi is a BEEFCAKE. And I don't have any good pictures of him on my phone so u get this (which is also pretty accurate for people who strength train actually)
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Joe probably trains specifically for agility, but that isn't to say larger men wouldn't be able to go toe to toe with him either. He'd have an advantage for aerial tricks I'd assume and honestly I'm mostly talking out of my ass here bc I know jack shit about skating, but I've formerly trained for professional wrestling so that's what I relate it to
Hiromi seems like he's new to lifting so that'd probably be his biggest disadvantage in a hypothetical strength test with the two of em BUT HES GOT A LOT OF HEART-- he would probably pull something by lifting too much bc he wanted to impress the manager lbr
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terrasu · 6 months
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Just finished up recording a rough take for Still Pretty and now these guys are noodling around and yoking it up. 🤭
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straywords · 1 year
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A Gift Most Unexpected
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♡ Neighbors! Stucky x Reader ♡
An accidental swap at the neighborhood gift exchange puts you in an awkward spot with your two hunky neighbors.
CW: smut, fluff, threesome, shenanigans, mutual pining, sex toys, oral sex (m and f receiving).
Words: 6k
Thanks to Kendra (formerly Specialk-18/Kenniteaa) for beta-reading this.
Stucky Masterlist || 5k Winter Sleepover
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As you bend your legs, folding them underneath you, you shoot Monica a sympathetic smile. You sip from your cup of hot cocoa, swallowing one of the tiny marshmallows. In the background, a Christmas movie plays on the lowest volume, neither you nor your friend paying attention to the lead actress dramatically confessing her feelings on an ice skating rink. 
Instead, it’s your friend’s current romantic woes that have your entire attention. 
She lets out a caustic laugh and downs another swig from her wine glass. 
"Leaving me for his secretary. Cliché, right?"
You reach out to her, squeezing her arm to comfort her. 
"A little, but that’s his loss, Monica."
She purses her lips and slumps against the pillows. 
"I know I’m rambling. It was two months ago." 
"Everyone heals at their own pace," you reply softly. 
There’s a silence during which she leans back and peers up at the ceiling with an annoyed frown on her face. 
"The worst part is…I’m so fucking horny all the time."
You sputter, nearly choking on your drink. A smile then blooms on your features.
"Well, hm…that can be sorted if you really want to."
The cheeky wiggle of your brow is heavy with meaning. As a single woman, you’ve always made a point to take care of your needs on your own…all of your needs. And you had a pretty expansive collection of toys under your bed to assist in that endeavor. 
Monica chuckles.
"You’re crazy. I wouldn’t." Her timbre dips to a whisper; your lips twitch in mirth. "I couldn’t."
You shrug. 
"You know, modern women take care of their own business down there nowadays."
She pinches her bottom lip, her expression turning pensive. 
"I’m just not sure…" 
The doorbell rings, halting Monica’s sentence. She stares at the front door as you rise to answer. One look through the peephole summons a bright smile on your face before the door is fully opened. 
Tall, familiar figures greet you, their cheerfulness mirroring your own. 
You steal a peek behind their broad frames, your mouth parting at the sight of the truck loaded with wooden logs. 
A snowy breeze whisks inside your home and you shiver. 
"Hey, sweetheart," Steve chimes, stepping in further. He stomps his boots on the welcoming mat and snowflakes fall off his boots. You note how his blonde locks shimmer, catching the cool winter sunlight, a brightness matching his pearly smile. 
You shut the door behind them, your teeth chattering a little. 
A tiny frown graces Bucky’s face as he glances behind you. There are a few logs tucked beneath his thick arms.
"Oh, we didn’t know you had company. We can come back another time, doll."
Warmth trickles inside your chest. Bucky and Steve, your two next door neighbors, are the picture of two perfect gentlemen, never failing to treat you with the utmost respect and kindness.
"Nonsense, you’re always welcome."
"This is my friend Monica."
The two men wave at your friend, the latter uncharacteristically silent as she gawks at them from her spot on the sofa.
"We were up in our cabin cutting wood, and this punk…went overboard as usual. So we thought we’d stop by our lovely neighbor’s house to bring a couple."
Bucky enters the living room to place some kindling in the fireplace. His muscles ripple beneath the flannel shirt and his long hair is tied back in a bun, a few brown wisps grazing his light stubble. 
"That’s so thoughtful. How much do I-"
Both of their faces harbor the same pinch when you attempt to broach the matter of payment.
"Don’t insult us, sweetheart. It’s our pleasure."
They always do so much for you. If only you could do more to prove how grateful you are. Thanks to them, you’ve saved literal thousands of dollars on having to hire a plumber or other services the house sorely needed at the time. 
It was a bit of a fixer-upper when you moved in. So many little repair jobs that made your head spin. You quickly got overwhelmed. 
When Steve and Bucky moved to the house next door, they only had to see you holding a hammer wrongly once while trying to fix the wobbly window to come over and offer to help.
They’ve done it so many times since, refusing to let you hold heavy tools and possibly hurt yourself.
Not once have they asked for anything in return. Bucky would always say your pretty smile was more than enough as a reward. And Steve would readily agree.
"Hm, the driveway could use some shoveling. I could stop by on Saturday and fix that for you, sweetheart," Steve states, inspecting your front lawn from the window. 
"Steve, I couldn’t ask you…I should just get a handyman. I’ve been meaning to do that."
This makes them trade a glance, a crease forming on their respective brows. 
"Why get a handyman when you have us? Our hands are available to you anytime, doll," Bucky assures, seizing your hand with his flesh one to quickly sweep his lips over your knuckles. 
"Good to know," you laugh, heat tickling your cheeks for some reason. 
It’s nice knowing you haven’t been an inconvenience. 
Sometimes, you resent the fact you always seem to need help for one thing or another. You don’t want to be a damsel in distress but they tend to draw that out of you. 
"Besides, you’re not asking, I’m offering," Steve adds, shoving his hands in the pocket of his jeans as he parts from the window. His cerulean gaze sparkles when he peers down at you. "And you can just bring over one of your delicious pies as thanks. Think you can manage that, sweetheart?"
"I can try," you acquiesce. "They’re not that good though."
Bucky elbows Steve. 
"Please, this guy licks the crumb off his plate like a five year old every time."
"Buck, come on…"
The bashful glow of Steve’s face rouses a surge of endearment inside you. 
"Well, it’s good to know my baking attempts are appreciated. I’m still learning."
"Then you must be a fast learner, doll."
Bucky’s praise draws another smile. Baking is still new for you, but when Steve mentioned his mother’s pies and how, as a nurse, she rarely had time to bake but he cherished the precious times when she did…his face lit up like a Christmas tree. 
You knew then you had to try, if only to help Steve relive those fond childhood memories. There’s likely some things you can improve on, but there’s been no complaints so far. 
Steve’s face illuminates, as if a thought just occurred to him. He reaches into the back of his jeans and waves a flier in front of you. 
"Oh, I almost forgot. Are you going to this?"
You sigh. Those have been all over town, impossible to escape. 
"The neighborhood gift exchange? Well, the whole neighborhood is going and I believe Pepper will strangle me if I don’t. She spent weeks organizing it." You surprised gaze lifts to Steve’s. "Are you?"
They’re not exactly recluse but they’re usually discreet, mostly keeping to themselves.
"Well, we weren’t sure at first since Bucky hates people," Steve says with a teasing grin. 
"Hey, not true, punk. I like…" Bucky’s sentence trails off, his blue eyes landing on your face before he clears his throat, "some people."
"But if a familiar face is there…who knows," Steve offers, gaze clinging to you.
"Nice. Maybe I’ll see you guys there."
When the door slams shut behind the two men, Monica leaps from the sofa and pounces on you. 
Her face is tight with utmost seriousness as she solemnly announces,
"Your hot neighbors are into you."
"Monica, please." Your voice drags in a long sigh. You grab the cup full of the now tepid drink and head to the kitchen area. You empty the cup in the sink and turn on the stove, firing up the pan. As you toss cocoa powder, sugar and water and begin to stir, Monica’s shrill tone fills your kitchen.
"I’m over here collecting cobwebs and dust down there since it’s been so long and you…" She shakes her head. "You have two sex gods living next to you offering to shove logs in your fireplace and mow your lawn, if you catch my drift…and you’re not gonna do anything about it?"
A soft giggle peals from your lips at her passionate rant. 
"They’re just being neighborly," you counter.
Monica’s eyebrow arches.
"Just being neighborly, huh? When did they move in?"
You bring the spoon to your lips and frown, opting to add a bit more sugar and cinnamon. Then you lower the heat, your brow creasing in remembrance.
"Around three months ago, I think."
"And in that span of time, what else have they done to help?"
"Hm…" You stop stirring to think. "Steve fixed the leaky pipes. Bucky took care of the roof issue. There was also that time my heater blew and…" As Monica’s grin expands, you pump the brakes on her wild theory, sending her a disapproving glare. "Wait a minute. No. No. It’s not like that."
Her expression turns mischievous as she leans her elbows on the island. 
"I’m sure there are other pipes Steve would have gladly helped you with, laid down for you even."
"You’re crazy," you say, rolling your eyes.
"Hm, I think you’re crazy for not seeing what’s right in front of you."
"Look…Number one, people can do nice things without expecting anything in return. Number two, I’m pretty sure it’s each other they’re into."
She shrugs.
"So?"
"So?" you scoff, disbelief raising your pitch. While they never explicitly said it, they are two men living together who are clearly very close. 
You’re not stupid. 
Their fond glances and lingering touches spell out the nature of their relationship better than any words could. You never asked because it’s their business. Besides, you’re happy for them. 
"Sexuality is a spectrum," Monica argues. "It has to be with the way they were ogling you like lovesick teenagers."
Turning off the stove, you remove the pan and begin pouring the steamy concoction in your cup. You blow above the rim of the cup and steam gathers around you. The warm, sugary drink pleasantly fills your throat as you tilt the cup against your lips. 
Your shoulders sag as the cup’s heat radiates through your palms. You bask in the comforting feeling, letting your mind wander. Did you ever harbor fantasies about your unfairly attractive neighbors? Maybe so. Would you ever act on those ephemeral urges? No way in hell. 
The embarrassment if it backfired alone would kill you. 
An annoyed groan escapes your mouth. 
"I’m not setting myself up for humiliation. We share a fence, you know."
"Setting yourself up for great sex with two hot men?"
"I hate you."
Monica rounds the kitchen island to reach your side, wrapping her arms around your shoulders with a cheeky smile. 
"No, you love me."
Her antics elicit another heavy sigh. 
"As punishment I’m forcing you to come to this gift exchange thing with me," you say. 
Grimacing, she parts from you. 
"Ugh, not fair. I hate those things."
"Well, I’m not giving you a choice," you retaliate, sipping from your cup. "We’re both going." 
"Besides…I already have a gift in mind for you."
Your lips curl upward as she squints at you suspiciously. 
An idea sprang in your head earlier. Since Monica teased you, you will tease her back. Besides, who knows, this might actually be just the nudge she needs to get out of her funk. 
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"Did she rob a Christmas store or something?"
Monica’s snarky comment elicits a small smile from you. You gauge the current state of Pepper Potts-Stark’s palatial living room. It is…festive to put it mildly. There isn’t a patch of wall or corner of the room that isn’t filled with red and gold Christmas decorations. It’s like Santa’s little elves themselves went wild in the house. 
"Well, Pepper never does anything halfway. She always goes all out," you say. 
Monica’s distaste is plain on her features. 
"Clearly."
There might also be some overcompensation there, but you don’t bring it up. Tony’s issues regarding his drinking habits are well-known.
If he’s not lost at the bottom of a glass, Tony Stark’s often in rehab. 
You suppose Pepper’s doing her best to maintain appearances despite the circumstances.
"We should go put down our gifts," you suggest, already marching towards the monstrous tree by the fireplace. The star at its top grazes the ceiling. It is authentic, naturally, and already its bottom is brimming with colorful gifts. 
You yourself ran out of paper during the gift wrapping process but there was no time to run back to the mall to buy more so you settled to meticulously label each gift with the recipient’s names on each silver bow. For extra safety measures, you place Monica’s gift at the very left and your neighbors’ at the right. You make a mental note to remind them which ones are theirs if they show up.
"You’re still not gonna tell me what it is?" Monica asks dejectedly, putting her own gift in front of yours. 
"It wouldn’t be a surprise if I did. Just…promise me to open it at home, okay?" 
Monica narrows her eyes at you, folding her arms as she stands. 
"Why?"
You shrug, a mischievous grin canting your lips. 
"It’s just...better. Trust me."
"Okay, weirdo," she replies. She then nudges your shoulders, tossing a look behind you. Tilting your head curiously, you pivot to find Pepper making her way to you with a bright smile. "Well, here comes the queen bee herself."
"Be nice," you admonish, even if you have to suppress an amused smirk. 
"I am nice," Monica says. "Do you see how big I’m smiling? My cheeks actually hurt." 
You're afforded no time to say hello as Pepper immediately wraps you in a tight hug testing your comfort level with each painfully awkward second. 
"Oh, I’m so glad you came to my little event," she coos. "You poor thing."
Poor thing? Puzzlement arches your brow. 
"I'm not following," you say, eyeing Pepper curiously. 
She drops a long sigh while squeezing your shoulder. A veil of sympathy covers her features as she bends closer to you to whisper, 
"Still single at your age. But it’s okay. I’m sure we can find you someone. You’re such a sweet girl."
You quell down an annoyed exhale. 
Ah yes, the tragedy of being single. A cardinal sin for a woman of… any legal age, really. One you are undoubtedly guilty of. 
"I’m okay, Pepper," you assure.
Her lips purse as her expression somehow manages to get even more condescending.
"Oh, you don’t have to pretend for my sake," she says, smothering you with another hug. "I’m just trying to help you."
Monica shakes her head, laughing.
"Help her do what?" she inquires. 
Pepper makes a dismissive hand gesture but her tone dips secretively as she looks at Monica then you.
"Well, you know, put those nasty rumors to bed." 
"What rumors?" 
Your wonderment is genuine. You knew nothing about any rumors, though if you’re at the center of the gossip, you suppose it makes sense.
Pepper smooths the absent wrinkles on her impeccable dress, an awkward chuckle bursting from her mouth. 
"It’s nothing really. Just those silly rumors about her and-" Her sentence trails off as her cornflower gaze wanders above both you and Monica’s heads. She visibly tenses then beams at you. "I should go check on the other guests." 
She then scampers off before you can ask what that was all about. Before you can turn to Monica to gauge her impression, a large hand settles on your back as a familiar deep voice flows along your spine. 
"Hey, doll."
You bounce on your feet as you turn to Bucky and Steve. Your heart skips a beat, your jaw hitting the floor. They clean up nice in their suits, so nice you nearly let your mind wander to that dangerous land of fantasy. You can’t help but notice Steve’s blond locks are still damp and tousled from the shower and Bucky’s beard is just the right amount of scruff for your liking. 
Your eyes linger too long and your mind betrays you, conjuring a filthy picture of that very same beard traveling down your body, lower and lower…
You stamp out the improper thoughts by shaking their hands vigorously.
"Hey! You guys came after all," you chime, clearing your throat. A prayer that nothing on your face reveals what just flickered through your brain radiates in your skull. 
Bucky smiles, mirth lighting his baby blues as your tiny hand wraps around his larger one firmly. 
"It’s not really our scene but we thought, ‘what the hell?’” he says. 
Steve nods in agreement.
"Where do we put the gifts?" he asks.
"The tree over there. I actually got one for you two as well."
Steve’s gaze sparkles fondly as he considers you. "That’s so thoughtful, sweetheart. You didn’t have to."
"I could say the same," you warmly reply. Sincerity vibrates in your tone as you add, "Besides, you guys have helped me so much. It’s just a small token of my appreciation."
You're pretty sure Bucky’s megawatt smile could power a whole building. His eyes flick over you and you try not to squirm under the scrutiny. For some reason, heat sparks in your core.
Dirty thoughts, begone, you scold yourself once again. 
"Come on, doll. Helping you is a pleasure. You’re our favorite neighbor, after all."
A bold impulse suddenly runs through you. You fiddle with your hands as your eyes dip to the floor.
"Maybe…" Your heart’s in your throat as you take a wide breath before asking, "I was wondering if you guys would want to come over for a homemade dinner some time this w-"
"We’d love that."
You chuckle at Bucky’s lightning quick response. The pink tinge to his cheeks as you peer at him is simply endearing. You never expected your cooking to get them this excited. You suppose they really loved the pies and are eager to try more of your sweet treats. 
Steve nudges his shoulder, shaking his head but it’s clear they’re both happy with your offer. 
You decide on a time and day on the weekend and when Steve pulls out a little notebook to jot it down, you instantly rib him. 
"Okay, Grandpa," you laugh.
Bucky tosses a loving glance at Steve, squeezing his shoulder. 
"This punk’s pretty old school. I suppose, in a way, we both are."
You don’t miss the way they look at each other as if it was just them in the world and, while it shouldn’t, your heart sinks a little. But you maintain a cheerful expression. It’s a tale as old as time and you refuse to be a cliché by letting yourself even entertain this wild fantasy. 
They then excuse themselves, thanking you again before explaining they have another engagement at their friend Sam’s house. As you bid them goodbye, you pointedly ignore Monica’s teasing glare and quirked eyebrow. 
"Just fuck them already. That ass is begging to be squeezed," she says, openly leering at Steve’s rear while sipping from her flute of champagne.
"Monica," you admonish, your eyes going saucer-wide.
She smirks.
"So much for that spiel about modern women going after what they want…and need."
"It’s different."
"Hm, sure, whatever you say...doll."
You sigh while shaking your head.
"I’m tired. Let’s leave. Besides I’m pretty sure Pepper’s about to come over here and try to set me up with Johnny Storm," you whisper through your forced grin as Pepper waves at you from afar.
Monica puts down her drink as she nudges you towards the exit herself. 
"Okay, we definitely need to go."
"Don’t forget to get your gift," you remind her.
A smirk creeps onto your face as she picks it up. You blink as you note the lack of label on her gift. It must have gotten knocked over when all the other presents piled up. But you were careful to tell your neighbors which were theirs, weren’t you? At least you think so. 
Falling into the hypnotizing depths of Bucky Barnes’ eyes could make a girl forget her own name.
Your worries are easily put to rest though. You wouldn’t be that careless.
It must have slipped your mind.
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You’re busy deep cleaning your house on Sunday morning when the distinct ringtone you set for Monica echoes in the kitchen. 
You wipe the sweat off your forehead and set your broom aside.
A victorious grin’s already spreading across your face as you pluck your phone from across the counter. You’ve been eagerly waiting for her call. While this was a bit of a prank, you know if anyone needs to unwind and allow themselves painfully needed release…it’s Monica.
"So, what do you think of my gift?" you chirp.
Monica’s deep sigh rumbles on the other end of the line. 
"It’s very thoughtful but you know I’m more of a waxing kind of girl."
Your brows draw together in sheer dismay.
"I don’t understand."
Monica scoffs, "your gift. The shaving kit."
Your heart violently bounces against your ribcage as you freeze.
"The shaving…" The words crumble in your throat as the pounding of your heart grows, an ear-shattering clamor in your ears that drowns out your friend’s befuddled babble. You interrupt her with a wobbling tone, "Monica, t-that’s not…that gift wasn’t meant for you."
"What do you m-"
"I’ll call you back!"
You hang up on her and slam your phone on the counter harshly. You then whirl around so fast that your head spins, the room going topsy-turvy before you. 
At first, you don’t want to believe it.
But as your mind pieces together the information at its disposal, ice lurks inside your veins. A chill slithers through your back as realization crashes down on you…a cruelly embarrassing realization.
You begin pacing around your kitchen, on the cusp of a panic attack as you hyperventilate.
No, no, no. 
This isn’t happening.
Except it is.
Things like that only happen in bad rom coms.
Except it isn’t a rom com. It's your life and it's about to turn into a horror film. Catching your breath requires long minutes as you lean your hands on the counter and keel forward. 
Nausea burns the back of your throat. 
If Monica got the gift meant for Bucky, then it likely means that Monica’s gift never got to Monica, which means the very specific item you purchased for your friend isn’t with your friend. Which can only mean it must be in the hands of…
You almost collapse on the spot. 
As your head throbs, the nightmare playing in your head threatening to send you into premature cardiac arrest, you try to calm yourself and be rational. 
Your nail snaps loudly as you chew on it.
Who knows if they even opened the gifts yet? 
Maybe you won’t need to pack up in the middle of the night, move to another country and change your identity to escape the mortifying shame. 
Maybe, just maybe…this mess is still salvageable. 
The flimsy hope sets your feet aflame.
Before the plan has adopted a clear, full shape in your mind, you’ve grabbed your coat and boots and are rushing to your neighbors’ house. 
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"Hey, sweetheart."
The panicked drumming of your heart warps Steve’s baritone until it becomes a faint echo. It doesn’t help that he’s a sight in the tight white shirt that shows off his veiny biceps and chiseled chest. The slacks show you no mercy either, clinging to his thick, muscular thighs. 
You shake your head to snap back to the present. 
"H-Hi Steve," you stammer on the doorstep.
"Well, come in, sweetheart. It’s freezing outside."
Hesitating, your hands twitch as you send a tilted smile. 
"I don’t know if I…This will be very quick. Last night-"
"I insist. You’re shivering," he says sternly, cutting off your sentence. 
He pulls you inside before you can protest any further. Snow’s shaken off your boots as you stumble in. You waste no time once you’re amidst their cozy living room, your gaze soaking in every detail in search of two particular - hopefully unwrapped - gifts. 
Your heart skips a beat as Bucky appears in your line of vision. He’s climbing down the stairs in just pants, his brown locks framing his face haphazardly and his broad chest on full display. Averting your eyes, you clear your throat. But the image of a half-naked Bucky Barnes is forever engraved in your mind. Maybe you can tuck it in a corner of your brain. It could keep you company when you’re forced to flee into exile to survive the embarrassment.
"Oh, Bucky, you’re here too. How amazing," you chime falsely.
You move about trying to give the place an inconspicuous inspection. It yields no results. No wrapping paper lying around. No incriminating device of any kind. Dread dances inside you. 
"What’s wrong? You look a little flustered, doll," Bucky mumbles.
You gasp as you pivot abruptly. A lump takes residence in your throat with his sudden proximity. His thick dark lashes fall to half mast while his pink lips curve in a lopsided smirk. 
The smooth stream of your thoughts halts all at once.
"I…I…"
"Why don’t you stay for breakfast?" Steve rasps, his honeyed timbre making your heart race as it pours over your neck.
"I think I’d rather…" Crowded by both of them, the words tangle on your tongue. "No I just… you guys are awfully close." A nervous chuckle bubbles up your throat as you fan yourself, stepping back to peek inside another room. "Why is it so hot here all of sudden?"
"Are you looking for something, sweetheart?" 
You swallow as the scent of his masculine cologne wraps around you. You can almost taste it on your tongue. 
"Hm, nothing, just enjoying the...interior design," you mumble under your breath. 
"Or maybe you lost something. A little toy perhaps?"
The rush of warm air on your nape makes you jolt. You flinch, backing away as you gawk at them. Their smirking faces stare back at you. 
The daunting awareness of why you’re here for - or what you’re here for exactly - glimmers in their teasing orbs.
Shit. 
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 It all happened so fast. So fast your mind doesn’t have time to process, prepare. 
All you know is that one minute, you were melting from the heat of embarrassment and the next…you were experiencing a different sort of heat, and melting against soft lips and firm hands that seemed everywhere on you at once. 
And somehow, here you are, completely naked and exposed before them.
Your back arches on the rumpled sheets as warm tingles dance through your core. 
"Please, Steve, I can’t take it…" you mumble. 
Steve chuckles. Who knew beneath the swoon-worthy smiles and dreamy blue eyes Steve Rogers was actually a sadist? Appearances are truly deceptive. The neighborhood’s resident Boy Scout is nothing short of insatiable, having plucked orgasm after orgasm from you since they picked you up and tossed you on their gigantic bed. 
"Come on, sweetheart, I know you can give me one more," he huskily urges.
Air falters in your lungs as Steve sweeps the vibrating toy over your damp folds once more, circling your swollen clit until another blissful wave rocks through your body. Your eyes flutter as stars twinkle before you. You’ve lost count of how many times Steve made you come with the toy meant for your friend by now.
"Enough, please," you articulate between feeble breaths. 
Steve discards the toy as you bask in the haze of your orgasm, your chest still heaving and your clit still tingling. 
He and Bucky share that secret glance you know well by now, and you now find yourself wondering how many of those silent conservations were about you.
Bucky laughs, removing his pants before creeping between your parted thighs. "Enough? We’re just getting started, doll." Your mouth waters as you note the thickness bulging beneath his boxers. 
You don’t know what’s more erotic, Steve’s lustful stare as he watches Bucky between your legs, and begins reaching inside his pants to begin pumping his own cock…or Bucky’s starving expression as his eyes meets yours, then fall to your pussy. 
He gives your folds one slow, sensual lick. 
A sharp keen escapes your lips. Bucky’s soft mouth and playful tongue take you apart. You melt, your hips canting against his mouth. He flicks his tongue inside you and your fingers clutch the sheets. His metal hand keeps you spread while his flesh fingers hook under your thigh possessively.
You bite your lip as coolness swirls over your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Moans tear through your throat, each louder than the last. 
Your body goes haywire, fiery sparks exploding across your heated flesh while Bucky feasts on your dripping cunt. As your arousal wets his beard, he growls against your core.
The vibrations send a shudder through your frame. He hums in appreciation, his tongue collecting your essence off his glistening lips.
The lewd flare in his pretty blue eyes makes your core pulse. "Hm, even sweeter than those delicious pies you always bake for us, sweetheart." He rises and you watch in awe as he pulls down his boxers. As Steve does the same, shedding the last of his clothes, you hold your breath. 
Your hips wiggle as you wait, anticipation swirling through your veins. 
Their stiff cocks spring free.
As you admire the veins running along Bucky’s shaft and the glistening, swollen tip of Steve, your thoughts are already overwhelmed with the idea of having them inside you. 
You unleash an audible whine.
Bucky inches closer. He gives you a quick, lecherous once over before grabbing you and flipping you on the bed, effectively keeping you from seeing what they’ll do next. Ass up in the air, you tremble. 
The wait is oddly thrilling but it doesn’t last long as you soon feel the first inch of hard flesh splitting you apart. Your core burns with the sudden intrusion. You whine into the pillow. 
"God, you're tearing me apart," you whimper breathlessly. You welcome the stretch, however painful, the way the veins of his cock graze along your slick walls. 
Bucky’s silky voice caresses your back. 
"Hm, I know you can take me, beautiful," he purrs, his hands digging into your hips. 
Your breath hitches as he sinks into you even more. 
"There, doing so well for me," he lauds. The praise makes you clench around him and Bucky groans. His cock sits inside you fully, drawing a loud gasp. You bask in the comforting fullness, the feeling of being stretched to your limit. You tremble as another praise pours from his lips. "Such a good girl."
As Bucky begins moving inside you, pleasure mounts in your core, deliciously tangling with the pain. You barely get time to adjust before your chin is drawn upward by Steve’s firm hand. His pupils are inflated with desire as his thumb nudges against your bottom lip. His cock stirs when you suck on his thumb. 
His mouth twists in a crooked smile.
"I always wondered how your pretty mouth would look around my cock," he admits, grabbing his length with his other hand. He pushes against your lips until they part.
You accept the weight of Steve’s meaty cock on your tongue, quelling your gag reflex by breathing through your nose.
Steve licks his lips, his heated gaze clinging to your mouth as you take him. "Hm, even better than I imagined."
You let out a stifled moan, tears pricking at your eyes. Between Bucky hitting your sweets spots and Steve grunting above you as he fucks your mouth, you have never felt so full.
Each of their rough, bruising thrusts propels delightful ripples through your core. 
A glow blooms inside you, a wonderful warmth you’ve never felt before.
As time wears on, they pick up speed, growing more feral. Their restraint slowly erodes as they lose themselves inside you. Their animalistic moans mingle with the wet smacking of flesh against flesh. 
You grow dizzier as their masculine scents drape over your senses.
"Bucky, I’m so close," Steve rasps, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth at a devilish pace. His salty taste coats your tongue, mixing with your tears. 
Bucky’s voice is just as hoarse as his taut pelvis snaps into your ass again. "Me too, Stevie. She’s…so tight."
They both come inside you in quick succession, their throaty roars bouncing against the walls. Steve’s seed spills down your throat as his dick twitches, while Bucky fills you to the brim, the stickiness overflowing and leaking down your thighs. 
You fall limply on the bed. But there’s no time to catch your breath as Steve’s already moving your weak body to his liking. He lifts your hips and rubs his half-hard length against your tender entrance.
Feeble cries spill from your tongue as he begins pounding your core. Each of his deep, harsh thrusts makes you see stars and has your toes curl against the sheets. His filthy timbre engulfs your sweaty neck. 
"You’re not going anywhere until we both had our turns filling all your holes," Steve rumbles.
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You awake in a mess of twined sheets. You groggily open your eyes, stretching and yawning as you climb out from underneath the warm blankets. As you examine the bed and your own nakedness, memories peek through the bleary fog.
Fire licks your cheeks as you remember everything that transpired, the evidence on the sheets and your own flesh allowing no space for doubt. 
They went for hours. And you let them. Your gaze wanders to the purple sky already peppered with twinkling stars outside the window. 
"Hey, sleepyhead."
Your head lifts as you clutch the blanket tightly against your frame.
Bucky revels in the sight of you in their bed as he leans against the doorjamb. He’s fully dressed now, making you acutely aware of your own nakedness.
He approaches you. His cheeks dimple as he smirks at your reaction, amusement lighting his slate orbs. After all, what parts of you hasn’t he seen today? It’s a little late for modesty. 
"You guys should have…woken me up," you mumble hoarsely, struggling to speak with your bruised throat. 
The blanket dips with Bucky’s weight when he sits before you. He hands you a warm cup of hot cocoa with tiny marshmallows in it. You smile at it then at him, taking a small sip from it. 
"You needed rest, sweetheart," he says, cupping your cheek fondly.
"And you deserved it," Steve adds, sitting on the other side of the bed.
His blue gaze clouds over as he assesses the bruises and bites marks on your skin. 
"Guess we were a little rough," he observes, his baritone souring.
"It’s okay. I…liked it," you say, avoiding his eyes. 
"Did you now?" Steve says, wrapping his fingers around your chin to angle it upwards. Your cheeks warm as he gives a teasing grin. 
"Guess we’ll have to put her on the naughty list, Stevie," Bucky quips.
You shift in the sheets, chewing on your lip. You drop the steamy cup on the night table nearby, your eyes lingering on the clock before finding theirs. 
"It’s so late…I guess I should go back home."
Bucky frowns at your suggestion, his jaw clenching. 
"No way. You’re staying with us," he says. He grabs your hand, his thumb running alongside your knuckles.
"Is that okay?" you ask bashfully. 
Steve sighs, pulling your other hand. "Hm, have we not made it clear enough how we feel." Butterflies swarm your belly as he cups your face and plants a soft kiss on your lips. He hums as he trails tender pecks across your neck, all the way down to your shoulder. "Guess round two’s in order," he says.
Laughing, you stop Steve with a hand on his jaw. You feel him smile into the crook of your neck. The blond puts his hand over yours and kisses the inside of your palm.
"Please," you whisper, squirming under their captivated stares. "I know you guys can probably go on…a while, but I’m just a girl."
Steve chuckles and strokes your arm. 
"Hm, no, what you are sweetheart is our best girl."
You blink at him in disbelief.
"This is the last thing I expected to happen on Christmas. Usually the end of year is…it’s pretty lonely actually."
"Well, you don’t have to be alone anymore," Bucky says. 
A surge of warmth floods your insides. You then take your hands back from them to bury your head in them in frustration. 
"Hm, I can’t believe this," you groan.
"What can’t you believe, sweetheart?" Steve asks.
You look between their concerned expressions. A deep, weary sigh then drops from your chest.
"I can’t believe Monica was right."
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romiyaro · 1 year
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ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ — #1
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✼ ʙᴀʀᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴇɪ
⚠️: fem!reader, sub!reader, aged up!barou, established relationship, fingering, overstimming, implied cunnilingus? teensy bit sadistic barou, MINORS DNI👁️👁️
📜: yeah... yeet
🔗: @tokyometronetwork
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Your boyfriend's tall, hunky figure looms over you menacingly.
"What did you say, punk?" His glare is murderous, but it simply makes you giggle. You know you had crossed a line you shouldn't have. But you're so damn ready to face the consequences.
"I said you're no king in the bedroom, Sho." You generously iterate your earlier quip. You raise onto your tippy toes, petting his head for good measure.
His nostrils flare.
"That's it." He says as he reaches to grab your waist. You squeal as you are lifted off the ground and onto Barou's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carries you to the shared bedroom, spanking your ass to stop your struggling and then squeezing it hard.
You are deposited unceremoniously onto the king's king-sized bed.
"I'm gonna make you eat your words," he growls, yanking your pants and underwear off in a single, skilled pull. "Shou!" you scream when you feel the cold metal touch of his rings on your inner thigh.
"Open up for your king, pretty." He's mumbling more to himself than you as he spreads your legs apart.
He takes a moment to admire you. "Don't look at me!" you try to close your legs, embarrassed and very much turned on by his fiery gaze. He scoffs, pulling your legs back apart with ease.
Barou leans down to press a single feather light kiss to your bud. You jolt at the electricity that zaps up your spine.
He chuckles, sitting up and grinning down at you mockingly, "Running away already, sweetheart?" He never breaks his gaze on your face as he pulls you back to him.
"You have some words to eat."
He closes in on you, capturing your lips with his in a hot, domineering kiss. His big hands come around to gather yours - pressing your wrists above your head enclosed in a single one of his. His other hand comes down to massage your throat, rubbing teasing circles on your vein.
And then there's his lips - urgent, soft, yet so compelling. He sucks the breath out of you, leaving you flustered and suffocated. You try to pull away, humming and signaling him to let you breathe.
Barou pulls back, locking eyes with you. His eyes dart between your eyes and lips. You almost forget to breathe before his lips are back on yours, completely claiming you. He pulls back once more - only to chase after your lips again once he hears you breathe.
"Say it." He snarls. All you can do is gasp, breathing hard to fill your lungs with some well-deserved oxygen.
"Say what?" You scowl at him. He wasn't gonna get you to admit it so easily.
He's infuriated. But one look at your gasping and panting mess of a face is enough to dissipate his anger in a cloud of amusement.
"You will say it eventually." He decides, forcefully burying his face in your neck. His teeth rake over your skin, pressing down on your vein, and his fingers simultaneously bury into your core.
A surprised moan leaves you. "Shou~ no!"
"Shou yes," he corrects you smugly, pulling back from your neck and leaving a big hickey in his wake.
His long fingers stretch you so well. Barou smirks, angling his index and middle finger to locate your favorite spot.
"Ah! Shou wait!" you whine.
"Nah. The King waits for none." He says, massaging and scissoring his fingers against the walls when he does find the spot.
Barou pokes at your clit with his thumb, delivering just the right amount of friction. You squirm, vainly trying to close your legs around his large stature. The pleasure is way too much for your body.
It feels too good, he feels too good. And he's barely even done anything yet. You sob, "Shou I just wanna— aah!" you cut yourself off when he adds a third finger. His thumb wiggling up and down your clit sends zings of electricity from your clit; which swirls into white-hot pleasure coiling in your tummy, dulling the strain of his three fingers splitting you open.
"Shou shou shouuuuu!" your squeals of his name echo off the bedroom walls lined with candid pictures of you both.
Barou's voice is low, promising suffering if you don't obey him. "Say it, donkey."
Your core clenches at his words, the nickname, rarely used on you, weirdly making you feel some kind of way. "No!" You scream, still not ready to admit defeat.
"No?" his fingers leave your body. Except for his thumb. The pace of his thumb doubles, going in abrupt side-to-side and up-and-down patterns.
Your voice falters. Your body shudders involuntarily.
You miss his fingers inside you, but his thumb is doing some serious magic.
The coil inside you builds into this intense ball of energy - it's painting your vision white.
He flicks your clit.
And then it bursts, the pleasure setting all your nerves from head to toe ablaze. The high is all-consuming, making your ears ring and your eyes water.
"Shou!!!"
Yes, all you can muster to scream now is Barou's name.
And Barou doesn't stop. His thumb is still flicking your clit, rapidly overstimming you.
"Shou stop!" you beg, voice shaky and body trembling as you try to kick him off. Your hands feebly try to pry his fingers off you. But it's to no avail against his strength.
He chuckles, finding your resistance cute. "Say it, sweetheart. Or I'm doing this the whole night." he threatens.
"Its–" you gulp, "it's you!"
"What?"
"You– you are the king, Shou!" tears roll down your eyes as you look at him.
Barou pretends to ponder over it, his thumb slowing down for a second before it speeds up again, "Not quite satisfactory, baby." He decides. "Whose king am I?"
You don't miss a beat. "Mine! Shouu~ you– you are my king!" you are grabbing at threads to keep yourself sane through the mind-numbing sensation.
"Attagirl!"
Barou praises, finally pulling his thumb back to lean down and attach his mouth to your clit. He sucks harshly, pulling another cry out of you.
"Next round, sweetheart."
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nostalgicish · 2 months
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thinking abt fic ideas as someone who can’t write is painful…. like. i’m obsessed w modern aus rn
(i have a few mutuals that write so if you guys wanna……….. 👀 take inspiration from this…… 👀 tag me so i can read it !!)
Lance and Hunk work at a library and like to people watch, guessing what genres they like to read. a grunge/punk guy with the worst RBF walks in and they’re really surprised to see he’s checking out classic romance literature.
idk something with public transportation? like they take the same train/bus/subway every day but they never actually talk— just eyes that meet occasionally and a polite smile but nothing more. until one day, the other guy just.. stops showing up? and Lance is pretty bummed but what can he do? (and then he sees a familiar mop of black hair at the grocery store or a café or something and is like “!! it’s you!!”)
The trio go out to see the next installment of their favorite movie series, but Lance keeps sneaking out of the theater to buy more snacks (and definitely not to talk to the hot guy running the concession stand)
Keith works at a convenience store/gas station and this tall, beautiful man comes in occasionally, but no matter what he buys, he always always always gets a bag of candy that just so happens to be Keith’s favorite too— he always has a bag at his station so he can snack on it throughout his shift. One day, the man is in line without the candy and he honestly looks like shit— he’s definitely not his usual, happy self. Keith asks about the candy. The man replies, “Oh, i couldn’t find any today... You guys must be out.” So Keith gives him a bag from his stash. “You look like you need it more than me.”
Lance goes to the campus library to check out books for his literature class, but every single time, without fail, someone else has taken the last copy. “What do you mean someone else checked out the last copy?? Who??” “That guy.” *insert Keith* (it would be funnier if Keith isn’t even reading them for class, he’s just reading classic literature for funsies)
Lance checks out a novel from the library and there’s an envelope inside with a name written neatly on the front of it. it looks like it’s important so he resolves to find and return the envelope to K. Kogane, whoever that is (another library one?? yeah sorry idc i love public libraries and books and love stories . sue me.)
Keith is a barber/hairdresser and Lance’s regular stylist isn’t available so he’s stuck with Keith -OR- Lance takes his nephew to get his hair cut and Keith looks kinda scary but he’s actually?? really good with kids?? (insert mullet joke here)
Keith meets Pidge’s friends from a different class. Keith is super into Pidge’s hot, tall friend but is discouraged from acting on it because he’s constantly glued to Hunk’s side and making comments like “this is why I love you, Hunky” and (wrongfully) assumes they’re dating (but Lance is just that kind of guy! yk! he says “ily” to his friends all the time!)
bartender Keith is so good but think abt bartender Lance……… yeah….. need i say more??
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kortsitron · 30 days
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Spider saviour
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✮ PARING Hobie Brown × Gender Neutral! Reader
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS stalking, acrophobia (fear of heights), drabble(?), bad cockney slang ig (I am not British), shy!(?) Hobie
✮ SUMMARY  It seems someone is following you, luckily Hobie notices and won't let anything happen to you
✮ A/N might do part two idk
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chalk (chalk farms) - arms
Gregory (Gregory peck) - neck
hunky-dory - alright, fine
boat (boat-race) - face
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It was a long day for you. Work, groceries, all of that boring stuff you had to do. But luckily it was all over and you couldn't wait to get home.
But you couldn't.
You've been wandering around London for a while. Because you felt like you've been followed. Wherever you went, there was always this weird man. Always near, always watching your every little move.
At first you thought it was just a silly coincidence, nothing to worry about.
But the longer you wandered, the more afraid you were. You were indeed followed. You didn't want to look back at him, it left an unpleasant shiver down your spine. You felt his eyes on you, a wave of disgust went through your whole body.
You wanted to get home so bad, to get to your safe space, but you were scared he might follow you there. You were in a state of panic. Especially since it was slowly getting dark and the situation could get out of hand really quickly.
You pulled out your phone, calling the first number that was shown in your contacts. You pleaded they were going to answer the phone. You just wanted it to end.
“Please, please, please…” You muttered into the phone. You barely heard your own voice, your heartbeat was so loud in your ears.
Hobie was spraying the wall when he heard your quivering voice, begging that someone would pick up the phone. He then noticed the guy, walking right after you, getting closer and closer.
The spray cans were forgotten, wherever they landed, they were going to be left. Hobie covered his face with his mask, before using his webs to get to you.
Spider-Punk landed right in front of you with a loud thud. You jumped and squeaked, your phone almost fell out of your hand. Hobie immediately apologized for scaring you.
“Didn't mean to scare ya, mate.” He said with his deep, almost hypnotizing voice. His eyes went from your face to the man behind who stopped in his tracks.
“Someone's following ya.” He added, putting his arm around you before you started walking again.
“I-I noticed. I-I tried to call someone, b-but no one is picking u-up the phone. I just… I wanna get home…” Hobie was feeling bad for you, especially when he heard how shaky your voice got. He couldn't just leave you like that.
“Put your chalk* around me Gregory*.” Spider-Punk said without a second thought. You didn't need to be told twice either. You put your arms around his neck like asked.
Hobie felt how fast your heart was beating, compared to his. He bit his lip, kinda glad that you couldn't see his face. He didn't even know you, but he knew he wanted to keep you safe from the moment he heard you plead.
The next thing you felt was a big hand on your waist, it made you feel safe almost instantly. And before you could even melt into his hand, Spider-Punk used his web to pull both of you off the ground.
Hobie felt your arms tightened around his neck momentarily. “You okay?” His hand tightened his grip as a response, only to get you to bury your face in his neck. He quickly understood. Heights.
“Everything's hunky-dory*, mate. Just gimme me your address and I'll take ya there.” His voice sounded softer than before. “I got ya.”
You told him your address, and soon you two were in front of the flat. Your legs were finally back on the ground and you felt relieved. You let go of Spider-Punk, but his hand didn't leave your waist just yet. The grip wasn't even close to being as tight as before, tips of his fingers barely touched your waist. 
Hobie wasn't sure why he kept his hand on you. Maybe it was because of how protective he got of you, he didn't know. He just wanted to stay near you.
“Thank you for the help.” You said with a little blush as he kept his hand on you. “Uh… your hand..”
Hobie took his hand back immediately, looking away. “Apologies.” He folded his arms together on his chest, trying to act cool and like he wasn't getting fluttered. He looked back at you. “I am glad you're safe.”
You gave a shy little nod. You needed some time to calm down from the unpleasant situation, he understood that. He needed some time to himself after tough or tiring days.
“Stay safe out there, ‘kay?” Hobie shifted his weight from one leg to another. “I hope you’re going to be hunky-dory. Would want something bad to happen to such a cute boat*.”
You blushed even more. Hobie saw your shocked expression and felt like he was going too far.
“Apologies, mate. Didn't mean to–” 
“It's fine. I didn't expect you to find me cute.” He was so glad he had a mask on. Normally, he was calm and collected, but for a strange reason you were making him flustered.
“Ya are, obviously. Look at ya.” He watched your face get redder than his mask. “Gotta go. Like I said, stay safe.” He said, before turning away and using his web. Soon, he disappeared out of your sight and you couldn't help but giggle. 
You wondered if this was the last time you two were going to interact or were going to be flirted with by Spider-Punk again.
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konigenblobbity · 9 months
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MASTERLIST
Welcome to my Masterlist! I keep it as updated as possible, both with adding the links to published works, along with updating it if I have any works in the process.
Here is the key in order to navigate it! Enjoy meine Lieben <3 (I’m still figuring out the layout, and how I want to set it up, so this may not be the final look)
Key:
🫐 —> Fluff
🍷 —> NSFW
☁️ —> Angst
🪩 —> Request
🌼 —> Headcannon
💋 —> Drabble
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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons
🍷 So They Know You’re Mine - F!Reader
🍷 You Think I Wouldn’t Know? - F!Reader
🫐🍷🪩 First Time - F!Reader
🫐☁️ What is Your Problem?!, [Part 2] - F!Reader
☁️🍷 We Shouldn’t be doing this… - F!Reader
🫐☁️🪩 Emergency Contact - GN!Reader
☁️ Hostage Situation [Part 2] - GN!Reader
König
🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons
🫐 Paranormal Encounters, [Part 2] - F!Reader
🫐🍷Can’t Help but Fall Apart - F!Reader
🫐🍷🪩 My Sweet Sachertorte- F!Reader
🫐 One Floaty, Two Lovers - GN!Reader
🫐☁️ Stop Distracting me - GN!Reader
Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish
🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons
🫐☁️ What is Your Problem?!, [Part 2] - F!Reader
Captain John Price
🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons
!! COMING SOON !!
🫐🍷 Put on a show - 141 + König x F!Reader
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Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse
Hobie ‘Spider-Punk’ Brown
🫐🍷 Metallic Beauties - F!Reader
🫐 Flirty and Teasing - F!Reader
🫐☁️ Heartthrob to Heartbreaker - F!Reader
☁️ It’s all Written Down, [Part 2] - F!Reeader
🫐☁️🪩 Deafening Silence - F!Reader
🌼🪩 Triple Threat - F!Reader
🍷All For You - F!Reader
🫐☁️ At Home Medic - F!Reader
🫐💋 Kisses Before Bed - GN!Reader
☁️🪩 Out of Line - GN!Reader
🌼🪩 Hobie x Non-Verbal Reader
🍷💋 Hobie on a Leash - F!Reader
🫐🍷🪩 I Like ‘em Big, I Like ‘em Hunky - F!Buff!Reader
🍷💋 Hobie Realizes he Likes Being Choked - F!Reader
Pavitr Pranhakar
🌼🪩 Triple Threat - GN!Reader
Miguel O’Hara
☁️🪩 Out of Line - GN!Reader
🫐☁️ Lion Tamer, [Bonus]- GN!Reader
🍷 Stress Relief - F!Reader
!! COMING SOON !!
🍷 Sleepless Nights - Miguel x F!Reader
🍷🪩 Making love - Hobie x F!Reader
🫐🪩 Courting you - Hobie / Miguel x GN!Reader
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Star Wars
Anakin Skywalker
Mandalorian
!! COMING SOON !!
🍷 Taking Care of the General - Anakin x F!Jedi!Reader
☁️ My Own Personal Nurse - Anakin x F!Reader
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Narcos
Javier Peña
☁️ It Wasn’t My Fault, [Part 2] - F!Reader
!! COMING SOON !!
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isabelguerra · 6 months
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coach oop you have to fulfill your shounen yaoi gay sex death fight opponents last wishes. you have to go train at the dojo. you have to go train at the dojo and you have to bring your 12 year old son. you have to bring him and he will be so fucking bored so you have to let him bring a friend too. coach oop are you listening. look into my eyes, look at me. you have to go train at- LOOK AT ME- at the dojo with your uninterested bored bored son and he has to bring his freak friend with the red hair do you understand. you have to go to the guerra residence with your son and his rat faced punk best friend. i dont care that you’re mourning your freedom or that hunky legless ginger or your wife. i said look at me. i dont FUCKING care. you need to go honor your one night stands dying threats and you need to do it so johnny and isabel can look at each other for the first time in 8 years
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onepiece-polls · 9 months
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Best Man-Tits of One Piece - Round 3!
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Submitters' motiviations under the cut.
Motivations for submitting Kid:
oh captain my captain~ huge honkers. bad attitude. love of my life.
They are so fun king massive, they need more recognition
He could crush me and I’d say thank you 🙏
Okay but like he’s such a manwhore! Dude got them fine pecs on display 25/8! He knows how delicious his looks! Wanna squeeze ‘em! And the scars he gets after the time skip are just *chef’s kiss*
I’m at Sabody and i want you to know. Thoughts obliterated when he came on screen
He has the manliest and biggest hunky titties a man could ever dream of!!
Motivations for submitting Smoker:
Smokin hot bazongas. what more to say.
He even keeps his tits-out look in the freezing cold of punk hazard. This much dedication to being a slut must be applauded ✨
You don't just have your tits out all the time unless you know you've got something to flaunt.
Highly underrated despite the fact that he’s airing them out CONSTANTLY
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mizuriot · 1 year
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Bowser beat all my OPS
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drew this on a laptop touchpad with Microsoft paint no one can stop me, bowsers absolute hunky rack and punk charm have killed me 
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vitanithepure · 5 months
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Okay, I didn't put much thought into the Guardian this time, just rolled until something plausible came up and...
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I think my Guardian is a hunky version of Raphael in his punk days.
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Suicide Squad Members both Past and Present (Minus both Captain Boomerangs)
Amanda Waller
Rick Flag Jr
Rick Flag Sr
Deadshot
Bronze Tiger
Enchantress
Blockbuster
Briscoe
Karin Grace 
Mindboggler
Nemesis
Nightshade
Plastique
Black Orchid
Penguin
Killer Frost (Louise Lincoln)
Multiplex
Slipknot
Parasite (Rudy Jones)
Manhunter/Privateer
Duchess
Speedy
Vixen
Mr. 104
Weasel
Psi
Javelin
Captain Cold
Shade the Changing Man
Oracle
Count Vertigo
Dr. Light
Punch
Jewelee
Shrike
Ravan
Lady Liberty
Silent Majority
Major Victory
Poison Ivy
Atom
Thinker
Schrek
Stalnoivolk
Black Adam
Catalyst
Enforcer
Firehawk
Maser
Karma
Outlaw
Silver Swan
Sportsmaster
The Writer
King Shark
Knockout
Sam Makoa
Sidearm
Quartzite
Shrapnel
Thermal
Flex
Bolt
Cameron Chase
Copperhead
Sledge
Plasmus
Manchester Black
Chemo
Steel
Mongul
Sgt. Frank Rock
Big Sir
Bulldozer
Clock King
Cluemaster
Major Disaster
Multi-Man
Havana
Modem
Larvanaut
Eliza
Putty
Blackstarr
Reactron
Solomon Grundy
Hawkman
Power Girl
Star-Spangled Kid
Wildcat
Double Down
Atom Smasher
Persuader
Electrocutioner
Icicle
Mirror Master (Evan McCulloch)
Tattooed Man
Bane
The General
King Faraday
Marauder
Thinker II
White Dragon
Twister
Blackguard
Windfall
Virtuoso
Yasemin Soze
Black Spider
El Diablo
Harley Quinn 
Savant
Voltaic
Yo-Yo
Crowbar
Iceberg
Lime
Light
The Unknown Soldier
James Gordon Jr.
Cheetah
Power Girl
Warrant
Steel
Black Manta
Deathstroke
Joker's Daughter
Reverse Flash (Daniel West)
Parasite (Joshua Michael Allen)
The Hunky Punk
Katana
Killer Croc
Mad Dog
Killer Frost (Caitlin Snow)
General Zod
Juan Soria
Lord Satanis
Master Jailer
Merlyn
Rag Doll
Scream Queen
Shimmer
Tao Jones
Skorpio
Baby Boom
Zoomax
Lawman
Snakebite
Lok
Cavalier
Magpie
The Shark (totally different guy from King Shark)
Zebra-Man
The Aerie
Chaos Kitten
Deadly Six
Fin
Jog
Osita
Thylacine
Wink
Black Mask
Film Freak
Peacemaker
Shrike (Boone)
Culebra
Exit
Mindwarp
Nocturna
Match
Talon
Branch
Keymaster
Warp
Bloodsport
Ambush Bug
Black Siren
Nightmare Nurse
Heat Wave
Major Force
KGBeast
Victor Zsasz
Madame Crow
Black Hand
Etrigan the Brainiac 666
Gunbunny
Gunhawk
Gentleman Ghost
Juniper
Klarion the Witch Boy
Snargoyle (deceased)
Wither
Aladdin
Alchemaster (deceased)
Doctor Thaumaturge 
Etrigan
Azucar
Black Bison
Pigeon
Johnny Sorrow
Rustam
Doctor Polaris
Emerald Empress
Lobo
Cyclotron
Behemoth
Leviathan
Zizz
Bloodletter
Akando
Giganta
Brainwave
Doctor Destiny
Doctor Psycho
Dubbilex
Hector Hammond
Jemm
Looker
Manchester Black
Maxwell Lord
Mento
Psimon
Acero
Dulce
El Dorado
El Gaucho
Monstruo
Silbón
Zachary Zatara
Mirror Master (Sam Scudder)
Parademon
Fisherman
Lor-Zod
Clayface
Polkadot Man
Gotham/Bane (idk some dude named Henry Clover Jr.?)
Man-Bat
Arkham Knight
Sundowner
Mr. Bloom
Two-Face
Mr. Freeze
Deadbolt
Lashina
Luke Fox
The Verdict
T.D.K.
Ratcatcher II
Killer Frost (Crystal Frost)
Ten Eyed Man
@ednygmaaskme I'm sorry it's long as hell. I also want to apologize in advance if this list has duplicates. It's hard to keep track.
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alexiskk · 11 months
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don’t think of ellie coming home from hanging out with dina and jesse wayyyyy too late for joel’s liking and she find him on the couch posted up like u see in every single sitcom, waiting for his rebellious little punk to waltz in and start apologizing. Only this is Ellie at age 16 which means the three of them were smoking a spliff on top of the roof of the mess hall so our girl is giggly as a mf and can’t sell a story to joel for the life of her. This of course means she is slumping herself down onto the couch next to Joel pretending like all is hunky dory, pokin him in the sides and irritating him to no end per usual. That is until Joel drops the grumpy facade to get some info out of her and tickles the shit out of her until she confesses cuz she can’t take it(which with how high she still was, doesn’t take to long). Joel begins his long lecture abt how stupid her decisions were and Ellie falls asleep within minutes on the sofa, leading Joel to cover her up with a blanket and turn off the lights off so his bbygirl can sleep soundly. Just like don’t even think about it.
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shadesofnavy · 1 month
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Is it true that Keith is afraid of spiders? If so does this really apply to animatronic au Keith too even in his current state? Your friend the dono dork said this to another anon but I can't help but feel that's too silly. Keith's a dork but even he surely wouldn't freak over a spider that can't even do anything to him anymore, right? /gen
Oh absolutely, 100%, this hunky punk of a himbo is an absolute freak about spiders. The guy was showering and when he pulled the curtain to step out and saw a an itty bitty spider on the floor just outside of the tub, do you know what he did?
He freaking jumped in the shower, slipped, dragged the whole curtain down along with the curtain pole (ripping it clean off the wall on one side), tangled himself in it, and freaking screamed like little red riding hood when the wolf ate her grandma right in front of her (is that how the fairytale goes? I have no idea, he just screamed like a little girly)
Freakin Pico heard and came in running with his gun because whatever the hell must've made Keith forget about his dignity and make such an unmanly noise must have been seriously dangerous.
And boy the surprise he got when he the doofus screeching amidst the ruined bathtub, pointing at the miserable little spider crawling away.
Pico didn't know whether to laugh or feel disappointed
Animatronic Keith is no different either, so yes, he would flip out over a spider
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