#groupie! peter parker

[marvelobsessed134]

Masterlist #1

This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile

How to request, guidelines etc.

Marvel Women

Kate Bishop

Rizz You Up

Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate

Kinktober day eight: overstimulation

Natasha Romanoff

Caught

Little skirt

Package delivered

Watching you

Young, and dumb

Need help

GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Dirty thoughts

Sundresses and breeding kinks

Wanda Maximoff

Control

Best friends sister

Julia Cornwall

In her web

Marvel Men

Bucky Barnes

Honeymoon Suite

Meet Cute

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier

Love me tender series

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

I’m only me when I’m with you

Don’t be shy, honey

Streamer!Reader headcannons

Behind closed doors

Good girl

Small town romance

Who do you belong to?

You shouldn’t be doing that…

Sneaking around

Kinktober day eleven: public sex

BDSM head cannons

Somebody’s watching me

Better? Better.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tommy Lee

Midnight Comfort

Teenagers In Love

Runaway bride

Can we keep him!?

Friends help each other

Go team

Maroon

Little drummer girl

Sparks Fly series

Pretty When You Sleep

Plus One

Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping

Halloween party shenanigans

Attention you deserve

Surprise

Delicate flower series

First time

BDSM head cannons

It’s gonna be okay

Vince Neil

Thunderstorms

Sweet dreams

Please

It’s the little moments

Shades Of Cool

Our honeymoon (part one) part two

Kinktober day one: daddy kink

Plaything

She’s a riot grrrl

Mick Mars

Mermaid Motel

Streamer!reader headcannons

You know you want it

Kinktober day four: pet play

Multi-members

Two is better than one

Halloween/fall headcannons

Groupie Love (Gang Bang)

Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)

Tom Keifer

Did you do that to her?

Up behind her with a pool stick

BDSM headcannons

“What is it, honey?”

Tom finding out you’re pregnant

Eric Brittingham

A pleasant surprise

Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)

Paul Stanley

I can see you

Underneath the surface

I fall to pieces when I’m with you

Prank call gone wrong

Teach you how

Tommy Thayer

You’re enough

One bed?!

Gene Simmons

Kinktober day 6: possessiveness

Guns N Roses

Izzy Stradlin

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs

Kinktober day 7: crying kink

Slash

Kinktober day 10: vouyerism

Barbie The Movie

Barbie

Starting to really like the real world

You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)

CEO!Barbie AU masterlist

Marvel Cast/other celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Put me in a movie

W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)

Kinktober day 3: humiliation

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Domesticated

Daisy Jones and The Six

Daisy Jones

Her good slut

G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader

LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)

Mistaken

Cindy Crawford

Picnics

Joan Jett

Our secret moments

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky, rides motorbikes. He’s still adjusting to the world and Steve buys him tickets to a motocross dirt biking show out of town. Bucky was more of an on road biker, but he thought it would be cool and went.

In comes 18 year old Peter Parker, been riding dirt bikes since he was 4, pulling off tricks in the air as he gets shot into the air on each bump and of course, wins. Turns out it was his first real race. Bucky decides to go to a few more of these races and and eventually meets him a few times for autographs. After the 3rd time in a row of him showing up, Peter starts to take more notice and chats with him.

Small prompt which I thought would be cute that I thought of last night as I finished up riding my own dirt bike in the paddock lmao

Peter smiled and handed back another photograph. He pauses to take a sip of his water bottle before turning to smile at the newest fan being brought to his table. He smiles a little brighter

" Bucky right?"

Bucky faltered slightly before offering a smile back.

" yeah thanks"

he slides over a photograph of Peter holding up a championship job from last season.

" Guess I've become a bit of a groupie"

Peter laughs, signing the front but also flips the photo over and starts writting on the back as well.

" i guess there are worse things....but hey! I've seen you a couple times when there isn't a competition. You don't ride to bad! "

Peter glances around before sliding the photo back.

" thanks for the support. Maybe I'll see you on the track and I'll be the one in line"

Bucky laughs and shakes his head. Once he was away from the tent, he looked down at the newly signed photograph before flippping it over.

*I'll love to get a chance to ride with you. Txt me and maybe we can practice together and maybe have dinner. 555 555 5555 - Peter *

Bucky smiles brightly, looking back at the tent before he makes his way back to Steve in the stands.

" Got another autograph huh?"

" I got a number and possibly a date"

" No shit?"

" Language "

[stonyauniverse]

June 30th - July 20th

Things have been hectic here in the Stony AUniverse with the bingo round beginning, monthly mayhem gearing up on our Discord, and the announcement of Stony AUgust!

We will begin a bi-monthly Round Up in August: August 10th and 24th will be the next two round up dates, and so on.

If you want to be included in the Round Up, you must fill out the Fill Submission form.

Thanks as always to our lovely fanart mod, @suchmadnesss, for the fanart in our banner!

Without further ado, come peruse our bingo-goers wonderful creations!

I Need You By My Side by @nikayna

Rating: G

Tags: Mood Board, au music, Stonyauniverse Bingo, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Guitar Player Steve Rogers, Singer Tony Stark, Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll, Touring, Concerts, Groupies

Summary: A mood board to fulfill the square AU: Music in @stonyauniverse's Bingo Event! Steve plays guitar, Tony sings. Life gets lonely on the road - but at least they have each other.

Fairness of Lego Distribution by @every-marveler-ever

Rating: T

Tags: Mob Boss AU, Tony Stark can be mean, Sam Wilson doesn't care, Peter Parker is adorable, "LANGUAGE!"

Summary: Nobody knows why there is a shipment coming from Washington DC or what it includes. They just know Tony didn't make it, and Tony doesn't love when people do things without telling him.

A castaway where no one hears you on a barren isle in a lonely sea by Wolfsheart

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Divorced Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Feels, Disney Employee Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Tony and Steve went to school together, Unrequited Crush, Mutual Pining, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Loneliness, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Cute Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Kissing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Gossiping about their friends, Mention of Bucky Barnes/Loki, Not Peggy Carter Friendly

Summary: A year and a half (give or take a month) after the divorce, Tony is still fighting the residual depression left behind from the way the divorce went down. Having been granted primary custody of their daughter, he's brought Morgan back to live full-time with him in Malibu, and he decided to surprise her with a trip to Disneyland. He lost his 'magic' back when Pepper left, so he doesn't know how magical Disneyland will feel to him, but it'll make Morgan happy, and that's what matters. However, will running into long-time unrequited crush Steve Rogers change all of that?

One Step Closer by @scottxlogan

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Popstar, rock star Tony Stark, Rancher Steve Rogers, Second Chances, Sexual Content, Divorced Steve Rogers, Divorced Tony Stark, Rehabilitation, References to Depression, Angst and Romance, Not Howard Stark Friendly, Drug Addiction, Swearing

Summary: Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance.

The Fallen Angel Becomes a Malignant Devil by @nikayna

Rating: T

Tags: Mood Board Bingo, Mad Scientists, Alternate Universe, Scientist Tony Stark, Experiment Steve Rogers, Sneaky Fantastic Four Cameo, Stony BingoAUniverse - Freeform, Evil Tony Stark, Dark Steve Rogers

Summary: SHIELD thought it was a lost cause. Tony wouldn't rest until he'd finally perfected the captain. Steve wouldn't rest until he'd burnt everything to the ground.

The Shield and the Iron Brawler by @nikayna

Rating: M

Tags: Mood Board, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, stonyauniverse, Stony Bingo, Knight Steve Rogers, Brawler Tony Stark, Dragon Loki (Marvel), Blood and Violence

Summary: The dragon known as Loki had been terrorizing the town for far too long. Sir Steve Rogers would have fought the beast alone if he had too. Fortunately, he had Anthony the Iron-Willed by his side.

Words Are Very Unnecessary by @nikayna

Rated: E

Tags: Blow Jobs, Makeup Sex, Cock Worship, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Face-Fucking, Drabble, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Tony doesn't need to use words to apologize.

Chronic by @purpleicedteas

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Chronically Ill Steve Rogers, Sub Steve Rogers, Gentle Dom Tony Stark, Light Dom/sub, Massage, Back Pain, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Submission, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Subspace

Summary: Steve's had a long day, and his back pain is excruciating. Thankfully, his boyfriend loves to give massages.

[agendaculturaldelima]

#ProyeccionDeVida

📣 Kino Cat / Cine Tulipán, presenta:

🎬 “EL  MURO” [The Wall]

🔎 Género: Musical./ Drama / Fantástico / Animación / Surrealismo / Película de Culto

⌛️ Duración: 99 minutos

✍️ Guion: Roger Waters

🎼 Música: Pink Floyd

📷 Fotografía: Peter Biziou

🗯 Argumento: Pink, el cantante de un grupo musical, arrastra desde su infancia una serie de traumas debido a la dura educación que recibió. Cansado de todo lo que rodea su profesión, se acaba refugiando en las drogas como única opción para romper con el muro que él mismo ha creado a su alrededor.

👥 Reparto: Bob Geldof (Pink), Kevin McKeon (Pink niño), Eleanor David (Pink Esposa), Christine Hargreaves (Madre), Bob Hoskins (Manager), Alex McAvoy (Profesor), Jenny Wright (Groupie Americana), Joanne Whalley (Groupie), James Hazeldine (Amante), Michael Ensign (Manager del Hotel) y Margery Mason (Esposa del Profesor).

📢 Dirección: Alan Parker

© Productoras: Goldcrest Films, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) & Tin Blue Productions

📼 Distribuidora: Buena Vista Pictures

🌎 País: Reino Unido

📅 Año: 1982

📽 Proyección:

📆 Martes 16 de Julio

🕖 7:30pm. 

🐈‍ El Gato Tulipán (Bajada de Baños 350 – Barranco)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre

[ulkaralakbarova]

Beverly is the perfect happy homemaker, along with her doting husband and two children, but this nuclear family just might explode when her fascination with serial killers collides with her ever-so-proper code of ethics. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Beverly Sutphin: Kathleen Turner Eugene Sutphin: Sam Waterston Misty Sutphin: Ricki Lake Chip Sutphin: Matthew Lillard Detective Pike: Scott Morgan Detective Gracey: Walt MacPherson Scotty: Justin Whalin Birdie: Patricia Dunnock Carl: Lonnie Horsey Dottie Hinkle: Mink Stole Rosemary Ackerman: Mary Jo Catlett Mr. Stubbins: John Badila Betty Sterner: Kathy Fannon Ralph Sterner: Doug Roberts Carl’s Date: Traci Lords Marvin Pickles: Tim Caggiano Howell Hawkins: Jeff Mandon Father Boyce: Colgate Salsbury Mrs. Jenson: Patsy Grady Abrams Herbie Hebden: Richard Pilcher Timothy Nazlerod: Beau James Judge: Stan Brandorff Luann Hodges: Kim Swann Suzanne Somers: Suzanne Somers Gus: Bus Howard Sloppy: Alan J. Wendl Juror #8: Patricia Hearst Jury Forewoman: Nancy Robinette Rookie Cop: Peter Bucossi Policewoman: Loretto McNally Press A: Wilfred E. Williams Court TV Reporter: Joshua L. Shoemaker Court Groupie A: Rosemary Knower Court Groupie B: Susan Lowe Carl’s Brother: John Calvin Doyle Book Buyer: Mary Vivian Pearce Mean Lady: Brigid Berlin Police Officer: Jordan Brown Vendor: Anthony ‘Chip’ Brienza Flea Market Boy: Jeffrey Pratt Gordon Flea Market Girl: Shelbi Clarke Macho Man: Nat Benchley Dealer: Kyf Brewer Baby’s Mother: Teresa R. Pete Church Baby: Zachary S. Pete Doorman: Richard Pelzman Kid A: Chad Bankerd Kid B: Johnny Alonso Kid C: Robert Roser Joe Flowers: Mike Offenheiser Girl: Lee Hunsaker Burglar A: Michael S. Walter Burglar B: Mojo Gentry Mrs. Taplotter: Gwendolyn Briley-Strand Reporter: Jennifer Mendenhall Joan Rivers: Joan Rivers TV Serial Hag: Catherine Anne Hayes Lady C: Susan Duvall Press: Valerie Yarborough Kid: Jordan Young Camel Lips: Jennifer Finch Camel Lips: Suzi Gardner Camel Lips: Demetra Plakas Camel Lips: Donita Sparks Husband A: John A. Schneider Court Clerk: Lyrica Montague Eugene Sutphin’s Nurse (uncredited): Bess Armstrong Birdie’s Father (uncredited): Greg Coale Video Store Customer (uncredited): David L. Marston Stage Diver (uncredited): Kim McGuire Cop (uncredited): John Poague Club Kid (uncredited): Al Sotto Ted Bundy (voice) (uncredited): John Waters Film Crew: Art Direction: David J. Bomba Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Mark Berger Executive Producer: Joseph M. Caracciolo Jr. Thanks: Paul Reubens Original Music Composer: Basil Poledouris Writer: John Waters Production Design: Vincent Peranio Editor: Janice Hampton Producer: Mark Tarlov Supervising Sound Editor: John Nutt Thanks: Don Knotts Editor: Erica Huggins Director of Photography: Robert M. Stevens Associate Producer: Pat Moran Costume Design: Van Smith First Assistant Director: Robert Rooy Property Master: Brook Yeaton Art Department Production Assistant: Jeffrey Pratt Gordon Carpenter: Thomas Turnbull Thanks: Harry H. Novak Set Decoration: Susan Kessel On Set Dresser: Lianne Williamson Sound Editor: Ernie Fosselius Thanks: Arthur Machen Utility Stunts: G. A. Aguilar Sound Mixer: Rick Angelella First Assistant Director: Mary Ellen Woods Sound Editor: Frank E. Eulner Casting: Paula Herold Set Dresser: Michael Sabo Second Unit Director: Steve M. Davison Sound Editor: Robert Shoup Hairstylist: Kathryn Blondell Sound Re-Recording Mixer: David Parker Stunt Double: Cheryl Wheeler Duncan Assistant Makeup Artist: Janice Kinigopoulos Makeup Artist: Debi Young Makeup Artist: E. Thomas Case Post Production Supervisor: John Currin Assistant Property Master: R. Vincent Smith Music Supervisor: Bones Howe Draughtsman: Rob Simons Additional Hairstylist: Howard ‘Hep’ Preston Assistant Makeup Artist: Barbara Lacy Art Department Coordinator: Sarah Stollman Utility Stunts: Michael Runyard Unit Production Manager: Margaret Hilliard Hairstylist: Ardis Cohen Assistant Production Design: John Lindsey McCormick Makeup Artist: Betty Beebe Sound Recordist: Philip Rogers Producer: John Fiedler Secon...

[fierylittleniece]

🦁 my favorite ships

From @theeclipse

//Are these my favorite ships from fandoms or favorite ships for my OCs? I can kinda do both since I have the time.

OC Ships (These are just some or else I'd be talking for HOURS):

JohnnieXLucifer: Johnnie is actually an OC inspired by the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. I think it's a really perfect pair to have her accidentally fall for the man who tried to make a deal for her soul. It's very much an enemies to lovers situation.

RoxyXBen Reilly: This one was full of angst because I used to have a verse where Roxy dated a Peter Parker who passed away. Seeing Ben was like getting a second chance but also a completely clean slate because Ben was a completely different person.

DarrenxMayday Parker: A longggg time ago I had a partner who played Mayday. She was probably the first person I ever got to use Darren with and they were just so cute together. Just two kids in love with family members who knew each other from crime fighting.

Normal Fandom Ships

Marvel Shame Column:

Stucky: As a Cap 2 Groupie, I will not be explaining myself.

SamBucky: As a Sam Wilson groupie, I will not be explaining myself.

Black Hill: I should be able to explain this one. Yet I can't. They're coworkers. It's just too good.

Shuriri: A new one that is just very very cute. I hope we get some more content for this in the comics or something. I'll take table scraps at this point.

Amerikate: This one is much bigger in the comics and we'll likely NEVER see it in the movies. .

Carhodey: Another comic one that I think is tasty and deserves a little hintage in the movies. Not likely but a girl can dream.

Thororo: *screams* That is all.

Claire Temple and Matt Murdock: I do not know why this has no ship name. There was tension here and I guess I'm the only one who saw it that way.

DC:

WonderBat: The cartoons really seal the deal on this one for me. There's something about Diana being the one constantly trying to break past his broody boy shell that scratches an itch in my brain.

Harlivy: Sometimes healing is dating that hottie that has similar hobbies as you (doing crime in Gotham) and that's beautiful. A wonderful ship truly. So nice to see something that started off as a crackship in the fandom bloom into fully canon.

Star Wars:

FinnxRey: I wanted this. I wanted this so hard. And I got...NOTHING

FinnPoe: We all wanted this. Everyone liked this. And here we are. We were fools.

Weird Fandom Ships (Under Read More because I talk for a longggg time.)

Disney Ships

TianaXMulan: No I cannot explain. In like 2009 there was this massive community of people on YouTube who would edit Disney princess characters together like they were in love with all sorts of music and whatever. I honestly think this foundation of YouTube edits is what transitioned into all those Rise of the Tangled Brave Dragons edits that plagued the 2010s. Anyway there were a LOT with Tiana and Mulan and it just felt right.

TianaXSteve Rogers: Similar vein of Disney content but later. After the 2012 Avengers movie came out the Disney Youtube editors were shipping these cartoons with the live action Avengers. Hilarious but I genuinely think they would've had good chemistry. When I started rping as Tiana on Tumblr I did have some really good threads with a Steve Rogers rper who I don't think is active anymore.

TianaXCharlotte La Bouff: I promise these are not all Tiana ships but the Tiana ships are the ones I remember so vividly in my fandom life. This one is so good and honestly I'm fine with them in a throuple that has Naveen in it too. I think Tiana just deserves all the love she can get her hands on.

OUAT Ships

Swan Queen: I stg I was robbed. All OUAT ever did was piss me off and spit in my salad. You wanna talk about enemies to lovers you COWARDS? COPARENTING POTENTIAL? ABC WHEN I FIND YO- I have only once exception to my love of this ship and that one is below.

SwanFire: listen JUST please. I'll never forgive ABC for this one. Neil was the most interesting original character and they just fridge my man like that. There was so much potential for forgiveness and growth with these two. And they just REFUSE to let good men win.

[starker-filth]

Different vibes for the second part of my groupie Peter fic but I really like this AU so I’m planning on continuing it in short little increments. 

You can read the first part here. It’s citrusy. 

Still waiting on an email from Ao3 but in the mean time I’ll just post theme here then copy them over when I get in.

The one fatal flaw of UCLA's end-of-the-year concert was that it took place before most students' finals were over. Peter dwelled over this fact as he strolled to his last exam of the semester. One hand wiped sticky sweat from his hairline and the other worried at a damp and tattered piece of paper tucked away in the pocket of his jeans. The almighty post-it had Tony Stark's name and number scratched in black ink, and had been haunting Peter, along with the rest of his memories of Saturday night, for the last 4 days. Of course the number was safely saved in his phone, he wasn't the ill-fated protagonist in a Netflix Original rom-com. He just liked keeping it with him, it was as much of a distraction as he'd allow himself before his most important final of the year. Peter was kind of fucked up about it all, really. He got what he wanted, and it was so good. It was hard to even recall the sensations he felt when he thought back about it. And god, did he think about it. The only study breaks he'd taken were to fuck his fist as fast as he could when he just couldn't stave off the thoughts any longer. But Peter promised himself, no contact with Tony until he finished the semester for good. A good grade on this exam ensured a carefree summer heading into his sophomore year on the dean's list. His hands were clammy as he gripped his number two pencil and he got the familiar anxiety that had always come with an important final. His mouth was insanely dry and his stomach was flipping but this time it was battling with anticipation and arousal. Peter knew exactly what he'd be doing in just two hours. His roommates would all be out, no one at all in the apartment to distract. The exam went well, other than the occasional grinding of the heel of his hand into his erection. Enough blood managed to stay north for him to be able to remember most of the material with ease, and he was out of there in an hour and a half. He practically sprinted back to his complex; his long, lean legs stretched out the tight, ripped denim, chest heaving with exertion and excitement. He couldn't even sit still long enough to wait for the elevator, instead climbing the stairs two at a time to get to the third floor. He fumbled with his keys at the front door, letting out an audible groan before bursting through the threshold. His shoes and his jacket went flying upon entry to his room, he locked the door hastily and peeled his drenched t-shirt off of his heaving torso. 'Hey Tony, it's Peter. From Saturday.' It sounded stupid but he had no time to fret over wording, just sent the text before his ass could land on his futon. Maybe he wouldn't answer for a while, Peter worried. It was noon, and maybe he was sleeping in after a long show. Or maybe he was busy getting ready for the next one. Either way he needed to get off soon, his erection was throbbing against the inside of his jeans, hot and wet and jerking every so often from the pressure of the denim. Before Peter started to worry that maybe getting fucked by him and receiving a hand-written phone number just wasn't enough proof that Tony wanted anything to do with him, his phone chimed and the screen lit up. 'Well hey Peter, it's been a while. What's up?' Peter's pulse was radiating throughout his entire body, his fingers shaking so much he could barely type "Fucking Tony Stark," he growled before replying. 'Sorry for that, I just finished my last final.' He wanted to tell him he'd been thinking about him. He didn't have a great read on the situation. What did Tony want with him, really? They fucked, it was great, but now what? They didn't really know each other. Tony responded surprisingly quick. 'Think you passed?' Okay, so that was a little terse, Peter thought. Maybe he should just get to the point before Tony got bored. 'I hope so. It was hard to study with this number burning a hole in my pocket. I can't stop thinking about Saturday' Peter realized it was a little thirsty, but to be honest thirsty was his main personality trait. Tony definitely should have picked up on that vibe. His free hand was stroking and squeezing his cock on the outside of his jeans, the other anticipating the vibration of his phone. 'What a coincidence, you've been on my mind a lot, too. What about Saturday, exactly?' Peter's breath caught in his throat and he pulled his hand away from his cock, both to keep from cumming and to prepare for a lengthy reply. 'Been thinking about how full your cock made me feel, how good it felt to be pounded. I can't stop thinking about your big hand stroking me, and bruising my hips. What do you think about?' Peter couldn't catch his breath. His hips were rocking back and forth and his hand found his member once again, this time underneath his jeans, over his red and blue boxer briefs. He couldn't believe what he was reading, that Tony thought it was good too. He was moaning and gasping at the thought while he stroked himself. 'How fucking tight and hot your little asshole was, how easy I could push you around, how loud you screamed when I came in you. Oh and your pretty, pretty mouth baby.' "Fuck, Tony, fuck," Peter breathed. He stopped touching himself all together and stood, shucking his jeans and briefs as he stumbled to his desk. He pulled out a suction cup dildo, not as big as Tony was he noted, and positioned it in the perfect spot indicated by the overlapping ring marks left on his chair. Another text chimed in the cool air conditioned room as he poured lube over the dildo and his own cock. He sat slowly, drowning in the stretching sensation until he had it fully engulfed, then read the second text. 'Are you touching yourself?' 'I'm sitting on a big fake cock, stroking myself so tight. I wish I was in your lap.' His nipples were hard as he pressed send and he started a good rhythm, fucking up into his hand and grinding back down onto his toy. The only time he'd ever been this turned on was when Tony was fucking him. The reply took a while, but it was worth the wait. 'Fuck, I want that too. I want your scrawny ass bouncing up and down, split you open on my cock til you cry. I could tease you for hours and make you beg to let you cum.' Peter couldn't handle it, he was going to explode, he was going blast off into another dimension. 'Please can I cum daddy? I’m on fire, I want to be good for you but I'm so close.' The reply was almost instant. 'Yes baby, let go for me.' That did it for him. That SO did it for him. His ass clenched impossibly tight around his dildo, toes curled into the carpet under his feet. His body felt a deep, warm sensation spreading all over as he squirted hot, white ribbons of semen all over his desk and keyboard. His throat hurt from screaming and he slumped back into his chair, grabbing his phone. 'Thank you so much, I made such a mess.' He attached a picture of his load and smirked, wore-out and satisfied. 'Jesus baby, came so hard, want you to lick it up and let me taste it on you. Want you again so bad.' Tony attached a picture as well that Peter immediately saved, Tony's cock standing at attention and cum covering his abs. It made Peter shiver and his cock got a little interested again. 'Wow. I'm dizzy. That was exhilarating.' 'I need to have you again, you're done with school?' Peter squealed. 'Only until August' The reply came a few minutes later. 'Only until August is good enough I guess. What's your email, have you seen Australia?'

[o-daintyduck]

if someone cut me right now, I'm sure I'll bleed Spiderman fancams

[cloudspotterclub]

traumatic (j.b.b.)

Pairing: avenger!bucky x parker!reader

Summary: You're convinced Bucky hates you, and you fear the worst when you accidentally insult him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: spoilers for civil war, mentions of murder, very mild enemies to lovers, barely-there angst, mostly crack and fluff

a/n: This is my very first post ever! This fic honestly doesn't fit anywhere in the mcu timeline lol, let's just pretend civil war never happened and everyone lives together in peace.

I try not to stare, I really do. I never do it on purpose, except if someone says something really scummy and I want them to know they did. But Bucky hardly ever says anything at all, and definitely nothing to warrant a stare-down. My eyes just happen to wander over to him a lot.

As he shifts awkwardly for what must be the thousandth time, I avert my eyes for the thousandth time too. He must think I’m a freak or some wacko groupie that the Avengers pity enough to bring along everywhere. I guess the latter isn’t too far off—I suspect Peter has me over so often because I wouldn’t go out otherwise.

There he is now, barging into the painfully silent kitchen with his ever-oblivious grin. “Hey, cuz! Bucky! What’re you two up to?”

I cringe a little at the ‘you two’. We couldn’t be sitting farther away, him at the dining table staring out the windows and me at the kitchen island. I’m not even sure Bucky’s noticed Peter’s entrance.

“I’m just doing some work stuff, Pete.”

Peter glances over the empty island and frowns, “On your phone? Isn’t it your day off?”

God damn it, Parker.

I try to keep my voice steady to no avail. “Uh, yeah, you know how my boss is. I’m just sending over some files and there’s, like, better reception out here.”

Truth is, I came out here at 4 AM just because I felt like soaking the morning in. I didn’t think Bucky was going to be out here already looking all somber and melancholic. I had debated sneaking away, but he’d already seen me, so I just wordlessly made my way to one of the stools by the island and he went back to studying the skyline.

And that’s where we’ve been for the past three hours. But I wasn’t going to explain that to Peter in front of Bucky. Soaking the morning in? Who’d believe that? He’d think I’m even more of a stalker.

“Huh. I’m telling you, cuz, you should just come work for Mr. Stark. You love administration stuff, right? Ms. Potts is barely his assistant anymore, and I hear she’s looking for a replacement.” Peter drops his voice to an exaggerated whisper, “Rumor is there’s a baby on the way!”

I roll my eyes, “It’s not nice to speculate on whether someone’s pregnant, Peter. Besides, I can’t work here, it’s basically nepotism.”

“I guess, but Mr. Stark’s a nepotism baby. I’m sure he wouldn’t judge you.”

“Peter! You can’t say that—he was orphaned. It’s awful what happened to his parents.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I freeze. Oh. My God.

I can’t bring myself to actually look, but judging by the way Peter’s jaw is hanging open, Bucky definitely heard that.

Suddenly, Peter doesn’t seem so keen on conversation. “Er, I’m gonna head back to my room. Have a streaming party thing with Ned and MJ. Can’t remember why I even came out here in the first place, to be honest. So. See ya, cuz! Bye…Mr. Barnes!”

And with that, Peter disappears and it’s just me and the ex-murderous super soldier I deeply offended.

After cringing for a few more seconds, I build up the courage to look over at him. His eyes are still trained on the skyscrapers littering the city, but something in his demeanor seems different. Is he…holding back a smile?

I can’t do anything but stare incredulously at him. Is this what he looks like right before he goes all Winter Soldier and kills everyone in his direct vicinity? I’ve only ever seen him smile when Steve talks about their days before the serum, so I’m not really sure what to make of this. I think what I’m feeling is fear.

As the thought occurs that I should probably leave, Bucky clears his throat and his eyes meet mine as I’m halfway off the stool. “You don’t have to go.”

“Oh.” I don’t think I’m blinking at all as I sit back down. “I just thought—you know—maybe it’d be better if I left after I—after—”

“What? After you shamed me for the most traumatic experience of my life?” He deadpans, arms across his chest.

I try to swallow the giant lump in my throat. He’s the one staring me dead in the eye now. But definitely not in the way I’d always imagined he would.

With his hair cut short, freshly shaven face, and casual attire, he looks a lot less intimidating than when I first saw him on the news in the full Winter Soldier getup. Still though, everything about his stance feels like he’s challenging me, waiting to strike. I don’t know what he’s waiting for—I couldn’t win in a fight against a feral cat, let alone an Avenger.

Just as I’m contemplating sending a prayer up to a god I don’t believe in, Bucky chuckles. “Relax, I’m kidding. I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

Despite his light tone, I’m still mapping out my escape as he saunters over and takes the seat across from me. “You don’t have to be so antsy around me all the time, you know. I’m not going to kill you.”

I grimace a little at the slight hurt in his voice. “Right, no, I know that. I’m sorry. I just get so awkward around you and end up saying some dumb shit that offends you and only makes you hate me more. I’m really sorry, Bucky.”

He furrows his eyebrows and leans forward a little, “You think I hate you?”

I mimic his confused expression as my words stumble out, “Well, yeah? You never talk to me or look at me, and I feel like you don’t like me hanging around the tower and intruding on your space. That’s why I try really hard to stay out of your way. Which, obviously, doesn’t always work very well.” I close my eyes and cringe at the disaster that was this morning.

Bucky’s lips turn up for the second time today, which is almost scarier than when he glares. Actually, I don’t know if scary is the right word. But I really don’t know how much longer I can handle his intense gaze on me.

“I thought you stayed away because you didn’t like me,” he says, cocking his head slightly.

“What? How could you think that?”

“Like you said, you talk to everyone but me.” He shrugs indifferently, but the twitch in his mouth tells me he cares more than he’s letting on. “Every time I walk in the room, you come up with an excuse to leave. Doesn’t feel too good, to be honest with you.”

I bite my lower lip, the guilt really piling on now. That’s what gives me the courage to look him in the eye again, and suddenly I can’t remember why I was ever afraid of this man whose eyes are pleading for answers. I cast my gaze down at his tightly-laced fingers on the marble between us. His knuckles are turning white.

It doesn’t seem like I’ll get another shot at explaining this, and I might as well get it all out there. So, with caution, I move to the stool right next to Bucky. I suck in a sharp breath when he adjusts and our arms brush together. I can feel his dark eyes boring into the side of my face, urging me to go on. So I do.

“Bucky, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or if my bratty cousin has let it slip, but I kind of had a giant crush on you when we first met.” At this, I can feel him sit up straighter. There’s no going back now. “I used to be really intimidated when you came around, and I didn’t know how to talk to you because you were this cool, mysterious, smoldering Avenger and I was just Peter’s civilian cousin. Plus, you were never as talkative as Sam or Tony. In retrospect, I probably overthought your quietness as a dislike towards me, and so I thought it’d be better to keep my distance. I guess we were both wrong in our assumptions.”

I let myself look up at him, but I can’t decipher the look on his face. His brows are knit together, mouth set in a straight line. His hands have unclenched, each resting on one knee.

I lower my voice, though I don’t mean for it to be so shaky. “I never meant to make you feel unwanted, Bucky. I’m truly sorry.”

He tears his gaze away from me and stands up off of the stool.

Fuck, you’ve really done it this time, you blabbering idiot, I think, squeezing my eyes closed to avoid having to see him storm off.

But instead of hearing his footsteps walking away, I feel a sudden warmth. My eyes shoot open only to see Bucky leaning over me with a hand cupping my cheek. I’ve always known he was big in stature, but I’ve never felt smaller than with him towering over me, making it impossible to see anything that isn’t him. Of course, that might also be because his icy blue eyes are holding me hostage. My breath hitches like I’m seeing him for the first time again.

I don’t realize I’m leaning backwards until I lose my balance and the damn stool gives out from underneath me. Before I can even brace myself, Bucky’s already got both arms around me, his chest pressing against mine, and I’ve never had more trouble catching my breath.

His eyes are now frantically searching over me as he sets me on my feet. “Are you alright? Hey, why are you breathing like that? Shit, you didn’t hit your head on the table, did you?” He punctuates that last sentence with his hands brushing against the back of my head, feeling for any bumps.

The lines on his face deepen, “Doll, say something so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine!” I sputter, “Uh, just lost my balance there. And. Forgot how to speak, apparently. Really took me by surprise there, ha. Stools—they’ll get ya!” What the fuck what the fuck.

Realization dawns on Bucky’s face and he’s flashing that smile again. “Ah, stools. Right.” He shifts his weight, dropping his hands to his side as the tension breaks between us. It’s quickly picked back up when he reaches for my hand, which has dissolved into nervous tremors, as has the rest of my body.

He carefully envelops both his hands around mine and takes a step forward. Whiffs of cinnamon and something woody are wafting over me, and I’m becoming increasingly aware that his breathing isn’t much steadier than mine. I have to crane my neck up to meet his eyes again.

His voice drops to a whisper, “For the record, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on you first.”

I shake my head in disbelief, “There’s no way.”

A little half-smile settles on his face as he nods, “Steve’ll tell ya. The first time you visited the compound.”

“Wait, you weren’t there when I first visited. It was just Peter, Tony, Steve, and Bruce.”

He gives a weak chuckle, “No, I was there. I was supposed to introduce myself, but then I saw you with everyone and I completely lost my nerve. I turned right around and spent the rest of the night beating myself up over it. S’pose that’s also why I didn’t talk to you much even after we got properly acquainted.”

My eyes are about to fall out of my head because there is no way Bucky Barnes has just admitted to being intimidated by me. Not this gorgeous, sweet, well-intentioned man that crosses my mind a million times a day.

I feel a light tap on my cheek and focus back on Bucky’s concerned face, “Hey, doll, you’re doing it again. You sure you’re alright?”

“No.” My mouth can’t keep up with all the thoughts clouding over my mind. “You keep calling me doll.”

At that, Bucky’s eyes widen and he quickly releases me, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize—”

“No, I like it.”

“Oh.”

This time, I’m the one snaking my hands up his arms and settling them behind his neck. “Bucky, I still really like you.”

He sighs in relief and brings one hand up behind my head, the other gently stroking my cheek. I wouldn’t have been able to hear his next few words if he hadn’t leaned down until our foreheads touched. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop liking you.”

“Even when I accidentally insult your traumatic past?”

I can feel the smirk growing on his face just before his lips meet mine.

[ddejavvu]

hiiii could you do tasm!peter x reader with an rockstar au?? like maybe rockstar!peter falls in love with groupie!reader pls and thank u <3

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Y'know," The voice that comes from behind you outside the concert venue has you whirling around panickily, clutching at your racing heart, "I'm starting to think you're following me."

It's Peter Parker, the guitarist from the band you'd been touring with- er, following on tour. You'd dreamt of this moment since you'd first heard their music, but nothing could have prepared you for the suave smirk on Peter's face, the tattoos running up his arm not concealed in the slightest by his sheer black tank top.

Admittedly, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is less-than-impressive. It's a short, stuttered, "I am." That only broadens the cocky grin on Peter's face, leaving you flustered and regretful.

"I can't tell if I'm flattered or scared," Peter muses, a cigarette balanced between his pointer and middle finger, "Or a bit of both."

"I, um, I really like your band." Another not-so-smooth comment comes from your mouth, and Peter chuckles amusedly.

"And I really like your top." His eyes slide down your frame, dipping along the intricate cuts and curves of your tube top. It leaves your sides exposed in triangular patterns, ribbons of the fabric holding the top together.

The compliment sends your tummy twisting, and you're barely able to stutter out a feeble, "Thank you," before Peter glances back warily at the back door to the venue.

"Listen, I gotta go. Jus' came out for a smoke." He tosses the cigarette butt on the ground, smashing it into the pavement with the toe of his boot, "But it was nice meeting you. You said you're following us, yeah? Are y'gonna be at the next show?"

You nod lamely, body still stiff from the shock of the encounter.

"Perfect," Peter smirks, one side of his mouth twisted up deviously, "See you then, and wear another pretty top."

[alphacentaurirunaway]

From my personal archive: Italian interview for Rock Sound (2005 I suppose?)

Rough and quick translation (doing my best folks but I'm not like a translator so - hopefully it will all make sense!)

It's been less than a year since we met My Chemical Romance, but so many things happened in the meanwhile. [...] For the whole interview, Gerard talks openly about their problems with alcohol, their relationship with his brother Mikey and his own ambitions. [Quick intro of the band and Gerard's experience with 9/11]

You became a world-famous phenomenon, since the last time we saw you. How do you cope with this?

G: I'd say very well. We've always lived in our own bubble, kinda. You must do it if you want your band to sound different from the rest. We always tried to avoid being influenced by what's around us, and we apply this to our personal lives as well. We don't read what they say about us online and what's published about us, because most of the time it's completely wrong.

F: I bought a few magazines talking about us, just to give them to my mother. Our parents enjoyed seeing us on TV and stuff, it shows them we made it, but we don't have a truthful perception of what's happening to us. We're always on tour and even though we know people are interested in us, as we spend most days talking to the press, we don't really know where we are. Our world is made of tour bus, backstage, and stage and this hasn't really changed.

However, Gerard, last year you coped with your alcohol and drugs addiction, but when we met at Warped you didn't look that bad...

G: I didn't want anyone to notice so I pretended. I stopped drinking after a festival in Japan when everything seemed to be tumbling down. We had just one awful gig because of alcohol, I forgot a line or two. But my crisis was more about depression. I wanted to kill myself. I think my insecurities led me to think I had to drink in order to be on stage, so I started drinking and taking drugs daily, taking tranquilizers too, a very dangerous cocktail. But now I know I don't need that. I feel like I've grown. Not drinking helps me do my best, so I don't do that anymore. I think I could drink again without any consequence, but I wouldn't be as good on stage. I became a pro now.

Frank, do you drink?

F: Yeah, but it's not a problem. We can party and we know nothing's gonna happen, we know Gerard's strong and he's not gonna have spasms if I drink a beer in front of him.

G: I have no problems with that, also because you can't avoid seeing other bands or your fans drinking in front of you.

You could act like assholes, now that you’re famous. I suppose it's hard not to...

G: Well, let's say we surround ourselves with people we trust and not bootlickers. We got our backs covered. Our manager's always ready to tell us to fuck off if we behave like assholes. And that's what we need. We don't want people to always agree with us. We never abused our power. Sometimes though, we get problematic people in the backstage, groupies that won't respect themselves... You must understand that's our home, and if we don't like how you behave, you're out. But you gotta be careful...

F: Not to sound like an asshole. We'd probably laugh to death is one of us behaved like a rockstar.

Young people look up to you, because you're normal people who made it big. You're like superheroes that always stay human.

F: If we made it, anyone can. It's the proof you can achieve what you want if you put your heart into it and work hard.

G: The best example of this is the Thursday. People really see them as one of them, just - they are on stage. Maybe we're a bit more distant... We're very normal people in our everyday lives, but on stage we become something else. That's where we become superheroes, but our strength is still being normal people. Like Peter Parker and the Spider-man, people identify with him because he's so human, things never go right for him.

He's like an emo superhero.

G: Yeah, way too emo. Half of the movie Spider-man 2 is about his shitty life and not about Spider-man, that's why I like it. We don't spend our time backstage with vodka, girls, and sunglasses (laughs). It would suck. I met people like that, but we're different.

Theatricality and aesthetic are important for the band. In London you even had a parade with a hearse in the streets before your gig at Astoria. Will we get to see more of this?

G: The parade to me is something Bowie would have done in the Ziggy Stardust era. We wanted the gig to be more than a show, we wanted to be very creative even from the street. We love doing stuff like this, but we can't afford it for every tour date (laughs). For now we focus on lights, songs, costumes... but if we will get the chance to do something like that again, we'll do it, of course.

I think this kind of stuff shows you how successful you are. It's not like anyone can organize a parade in one week...

G: Yes, but like, if we wanted a magician we would have to pay for his room and lodge (laughs)

F: For him and his rabbits! (laughs)

G: It's complicated. Once, when we were touring with Story of the year, we met an elder homeless who told us he was a good singer. We asked him what he liked to sing and he said blues, so we gave him four minutes of our stage time, we were just the opening act, so he could open the show. We played with him, and it was great. Doing spontaneous things is the best. It would be cool to have unique people like him opening each concert.

You and Mikey look very different but you seem to get along well. Is it therapeutic to share all of this with him?

G: Totally. The main difference is I'm an extrovert and he's very shy. Talking about looks, one would wonder if one of us is the offspring of the plumber (Iaughs). Maybe I'm more nervous, but the truth is we're very much alike. Maybe people don't know it's thanks to Mikey if the band exists. He put us together. When we travel, he makes me feel at home because we always shared everything, even our bedroom, for 20 years. We always did everything together. I wouldn't be able to do all of this seriously if I knew he was at home with a shitty job.

Is it true he had no idea how to play the bass before joining the band?

G: He never played it before but he studied all the parts and learned the rest on tour. He doesn't want to impress anyone, he just wants to play in My chemical romance. This is his job. He doesn't want to be Rush's Geddy Lee, but he does his job on our rhythmic section perfectly.

Talking about arrangement, execution, and production, do you want to step it up like you did from your first to your second album?

G: I don't think this band has transitioning albums, even if we could end up having a few songs of that kind. We always try to step our game up. In four or five years we'll be a completely different band, I suppose. Somehow our goal is exactly that.

Your aesthetic evolved too. At the beginning of this era, you looked very psycho-killer, now you're much more elegant, almost in a uniform.

F: It's been a natural evolution.

G: At the beginning, we didn't want to be a jeans and t-shirt kinda band, even if we wore a few. I started wearing black and, later on, wearing eyeliner. Suddenly, it became cool to dress like this and to play punk rock, especially on the East coast, so we stopped. But when we recorded this album, so theatrical, I felt like putting on a ton of make-up. Slowly, the rest of the band did too. It's funny cause we look classy but we wear very cheap suits that often tear up. The truth is, the more we feel like a band, the more we look like one. At Warped I was the only one in a suit, but only because I was the only one enough drunk to not care about how hot it was.

Do you feel amazed to know there are people from the other side of the world dressing up like you?

G: Yes. We first noticed in Japan. We saw many people dressed like us. Now it's happening in the USA as well. They cut your hair like you, know your eyeliner brand, wear a tie...

In the tour "Taste of chaos", you played with The Used, Killswitch Engage, Underoath and Senses Fail. How did it go?

G: I think it worked for us and Killswitch Engage, to be so different. In some clubs, we exceeded the audience limit. It was amazing.

F: It's been great because it felt like playing with your friends in a stadium. One of our tours was with Underoath, in bars with 20 people max, and we loved that. Then we played with Static Lullaby in front of 300 people and with The Used they became 1k. They looked a lot already. So, touring for 2 years in front of 10k people has been mental.

Do you see yourself touring in stadiums? Would you like to play in such big venues?

F: We like connecting with the audience and in stadiums, you can't see after the 3rd row. It's different than clubs. Some of us would like to play in big venues, and some of us would rather play in smaller ones.

G: Somehow, being the opening act of bigger bands is like traveling back to the beginning, for us. We like doing both. Mikey always wanted to fill stadiums and Frank always wanted to be in a punk band. That's what makes us who we are.

Going back to The Used, you recorded Under Pressure by Queen together, and you made it available on iTunes for the victims of the Tsunami in Asia last December. This has been undoubtedly a good cause but was it a result of sexual tension between Bert McCracken and Gerard Way?

G: Noooooooo

F: Actually, yes, you can tell when you see them together (laughs)

G: No, no, well... maybe in our subconscious we wanted to emulate Bowie and Freddie. It's sad to see bands don't collaborate anymore. In the 70s many big bands did that, so now that our band can do it for a good cause, we do it. We recorded it before the "Taste of chaos tour" so it was perfect, as we could play it as an encore after the Used's act.

LITTLE COMICS THINGIE ON PAGE 2

Daredevil: Usually a blind person's seen as frail. But Daredevil overcomes this. He represents going beyond being human.

The Punisher: I see myself in his quest for revenge. If someone did something to my family or myself, I'd do the same.

Spider-man: Is a normal guy with problems, one of which is saving the world.

Preacher: A preacher from Texas, friend with an Irish vampire and with a big heart. Many of my lyrics are inspired by this comic.

Doom Patrol: They're weirdos. Like the X Men, but uglier, and no one ever acknowledges their merits.

[blindingdutchy]

MASTERLIST

TOM HOLLAND

SERIES

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IMAGINES

switch | pornstar!tom NSFW summary: you may be the boss at work, but in Tom's bed there's not a chance in hell he'll let you take charge. {8k}

share | pornstar!tom NSFW summary: you don't like to share, but Tom's going to show you what happens to stingy girls on the playground. {10.6k}

if i'm being honest | gender-neutral!reader summary: despite living in Tom's house, it feels more like he's just someone who visits when he happens to be in town--and tonight it's hitting you hard. {8.1k}

golf groupie | frat!golf!tom NSFW summary: the last thing tom holland needs is to have his massive ego stroked, but when you lose a bet and are forced to play the role of his biggest fan... well, maybe his cockiness isn't always so bad. {10.5k}

devilish | koh!tom NSFW summary: costume parties are usually reserved for halloween, but when your friend throws one for his birthday party in july, you go all in. how the hell does that guy Tom get his wings to look so real, though? {11.7k}

PETER PARKER

SERIES

lamentation | fem!reader au summary: you never expected, or wanted, to feel anything again after the tragedy. but, when a superhero shared his biggest secret with you and refused to leave you alone again, it was hard not to let him in. saving you was different than his usual battles, but peter parker was never one to back down from a challenge.

IMAGINES

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[highdramas]

your song, vol. 1 | rockstar!bucky

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

rockstar!bucky barnes x fem!reader, some slight peter parker x reader in later parts (unrequited)

word count: 2429

warnings: references to sex, language, references to drug and alcohol use in later parts, age gap, slow burn-ish

summary: it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.

it is the summer of 1978, and everyone calls you rhiannon, and it has never occurred to you to mind.

really, it was sort of nice. rhiannon is a daredevil. rhiannon goes on tour with bands. rhiannon inspires songs and reads tarot and knows how to light up a room with a smile. rhiannon gets asked if she’s, like, the rhiannon. the rhiannon who rings like a bell through the night.

you’re not. but you’re not going to tell them that.

and, sure, you know that you’re capable of all of these things-- but it’s different when they’re calling you rhiannon.

it’s different when he is calling you rhiannon.

you’ve become somewhat of a myth in the california rock ‘n roll scene. groupies have flocked to you-- and you have somewhat rejected the term. found it degrading, the way that rock stars and fans spoke about groupies. it had been your personal mission during the summer of 1977 to change the way that men in rock spoke about women.

the summer that you met bucky barnes.

really, it wasn’t bucky that you had set your eyes on initially. initially, you’d shown up with his friend, steve rogers, the drummer. you and your group of band aids (you were still coining the name) had an in backstage and the second you had seen steve, you were a bit smitten. he wasn’t your typical rockstar. there was something kind about him, something genuine. he looked at you less like he wanted to fuck you and more like he wanted to know you.

it wasn’t until later that you met bucky. later, once you set out on tour with them.

when you found out that steve had a girl back home and he was simply being kind to you, it had reminded you of your mission. your mission to show all of these men what exactly women had to contribute to music and its existing scene-- and that it was more than being a side piece. more than being a fun distraction on the road.

that was the moment that you swore you would not fall in love with a rockstar.

the hotel you all had checked into was absolutely lavish. it was extravagant and beautiful, high ceilings and marbled floors and the shiniest doorknobs that you’ve ever seen. it’s 3:30 in the morning and the girls-- america and kate being your favorite of the whole bunch-- are out with the guys at the bar. you’re sure that they’re requesting brooklyn songs-- later on, you’d give bucky shit for suggesting that their band name should just be brooklyn. you give steve even more shit for going along with it.

after the revelation with steve, normally, you’d be in the mood to party. but you feel like shit and you fell asleep wrong on the bus and your neck is killing you. you don’t want to be a vibe killer, so you tell the girls to go on without you and maybe you’ll catch up with them later.

instead, at some point, you pad down to the pool. there is one lone figure sitting by an illuminated neon sign. it’s only when you’re within feet that you realize that it’s bucky.

of all of the members of brooklyn, you’d gotten to know bucky the least in the past week that you’ve been on the road with them. steve, sam, and natasha were all nice-- nicer than nice. steve and sam especially, but you knew why.

natasha is nice-- direct and passionate about what she does. and what she does is sing. you always said that brooklyn would be nothing if it wasn’t for nat’s husky vocals and insane songwriting.

then there’s bucky. the guitarist.

kate has been touring with brooklyn awhile now-- went with them on the europe leg. now she’s with their manager, clint, and she seems to know all the gossip. when you asked what was up with bucky-- why he was so quiet, why he didn’t like to party with the others, kate had given you that thousand watt smile and said-- “alright, don’t tell anyone about this, ‘specially buck, but he’s sober. couple years now, from what i hear. it’s real hard for him, being on the road.”

then, your mouth had made a slight o, you had nodded your head, and kate shone like the light she is before dashing off to find clint.

you��re brought back to that conversation now, seeing him hunched over on a reclining chair. you see that he is hugging his legs, smoking a cigarette. a bottle of root beer sits beside him on the ground.

your feet are working before your brain is, and before you know it, you’re standing before him. if he notices your presence, he doesn’t act like it.

“got one to spare?”

that’s when he finally glances up at you. his face is mostly unreadable-- furrowed brows and a set jaw, long brunette hair that almost brushes his shoulders. he is quite handsome. he’s the kind of man that you think is built for moments like these-- sitting by pools, pink neon radiating off his face. the kind of handsome that is a little bit intimidating. not like steve, who is all softness and warm smiles.

you sink onto the pool chair beside bucky as he nods. he passes you a cigarette and you pop it between your lips. bucky’s zippo seems to come out of nowhere, and you watch as the end begins to burn, and you take your first drag of your first cigarette.

a coughing fit ensues. naturally. you hold it awkwardly between the fingers of your right hand and you cover your mouth with your left, hacking up your lungs. bucky’s brows furrow and it’s then, and only then, when the faintest hint of a smirk drags onto his features. “you alright?” his hand moves to your back and rubs in circles, pats it lightly, until you’re bleary eyed and looking over at him with a loud laugh.

it was natural after that.

where bucky was, it was safe to assume that you weren’t far behind. but it wasn’t like that. if anyone asked who you were with, you wore a proud expression and said with little hesitation, “myself.”

each time, bucky glanced between you and whatever sorry schmuck was in your path, and he shrugged his shoulders. “you heard her.”

things were easy with bucky. you had laid the ground rules that night, on the pool chaise. you had straightened your shoulders and you said, “i made the vow not to fall in love with anyone this summer.”

bucky had raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you took his root beer and took a long pull, his eyes fixating onto yours. “funny, so did i.”

the summer of 1977 was a dream.

but you had to wake up.

when you’re not rhiannon, you’re… you. you’re a student at oxford university on a full ride scholarship, studying political science, eventually law. you want to be the first woman president. you have bigger dreams and aspirations than being a band aid.

but you don’t mind slipping into your dream state between the months of may and september. you don’t mind one bit.

on the last night of tour, in nashville, you and bucky had spent the whole night in his room. you talked and you laughed, you laid together and you talked about school and he talked about recording the next album. you said how you wished you could be there for it, and he said how he’d like to see oxford.

that’s another thing about dreams.

when you’re in them, you can nearly believe that they can exist in the real world. but they can’t.

you and bucky had toed a very thin line for a long time. and you tumbled off of it together that night.

when you said your goodbyes in the airport the next morning, everyone else around as well, it seemed to suck any of the intimacy out of the room. you told him then that you always hated airports-- they reminded you of goodbyes.

bucky had shrugged, and said, “they remind me of hellos.”

you hugged. he kissed the corner of your mouth, the closest thing to an outright public display of affection as you two would get. and you left. you went back to real life.

but now, it is 1978. and it is the summer before your senior year of college, and you are backstage at the bee gees at the forum. and brooklyn is opening.

of course you knew that you would see him. he had written you letters over the course of the past year, like a gentleman. you’d tucked them away in your hat box and wrote back about your studies and your roommates. and at the end of the last letter you sent, you wrote: hope you wrote that song about me. xx

you didn’t tell him you were going on the road this summer. you’d been in touch with kate and met up in beverly hills with her. she told you about how she and clint had moved in together in new york and you sipped coffee and went with her as she shopped at places that were far out of your budget. and then you’d met up with clint and he got you your pass.

and now you’re here, with a packed duffel.

it’s a wonder you haven’t run into him yet. there’s a part of you that hopes he doesn’t know-- that he’s going to come out here and see you and that the air is going to be knocked from him as he takes in the visage of you.

beginning to grow anxious, you throw yourself into a chair backstage in a huff. a boy who must be around your age is sitting on the arm of it, and looks down at you curiously. “you alright?”

“never better,” you say and inspect your nail. “you seen the band?”

“who, bee gees? nah, haven’t had a chance--”

“no. brooklyn.”

“oh.” he goes quiet and nods his head. “i got a chance to talk to ‘em just now. i’m trying to do a piece on them.”

your jaw slacks a bit and you nod your head. “oh.” a journalist. of course he is. “how exciting for you.”

“yeah, it’ll be my first real piece. i’ve written some stuff for my college paper, but nothing like this. i can’t believe i even got in. i met this girl gwen and she found me a pass.”

“gwen’s a real keeper,” you say and you wink. your words are honest. you like gwen. “what’s your name, kid?”

“peter parker.”

you stick your hand out. “nice to meet you, peter parker.”

he shakes it and he raises his eyebrows at you, as if waiting for an introduction on your end. “and you are…” he finally begins.

“that’s rhiannon.”

the voice jars you. you don’t dare look behind you, but you already know who it is. you feel large hands on your shoulders and it takes every ounce of pride and self worth inside of you not to let your body erupt into shivers. “she’s the heart of brooklyn.”

a scoff passes your lips and you tip your head back, and you’re not disappointed by what you see. you never are. “you’re always so dramatic,” you coo. your attention shifts back to peter, but your skin is buzzing where bucky touches you, and you have nearly ten months worth of time to catch up on with him. “it was nice meeting you, peter parker.”

subtlety is not your strong suit, and peter must gather that, because he scrambles to get his things and scurry off. you give a slight wave and make a mental note that you’d like to get to know him if he sticks around. “nice kid,” you say.

“don’t want to talk about him.”

you can’t help yourself now. a giddy squeal bursts from your lips and you turn and you fling yourself at him. you’re all arms and legs flailing, clutching to him, and he holds you just as tight. there’s that sort of husky, low laugh that leaves him, and you remember it from that night that you wanted to impress him by smoking a cigarette. “hey, rhi.”

“hi,” your voice is muffled in his neck. you don’t care who’s watching, you don’t care what they whisper— for the first time, you don’t care if they assume you’re going to go back to bucky’s room and fuck him stupid. you care that he’s here. that’s bigger than your pride.

“didn’t tell me you’d be comin’. had to hear from kate.”

“yeah, well...” you pull back and look up at him, hands resting on his shoulders. his find your hips and pull you in. “i wanted to surprise you. am i a happy surprise?”

bucky is the kind of person who thinks before he speaks, but also, you believe that he thinks before he emotes. there’s a beat before he’s licking his lips, nodding his head. “nah. it’s gonna be such a drag having my girl on the road with me.”

my girl.

you squint at him and push him away right in his chest, and he gapes, rubbing it and feigning hurt. “don’t pull that,” you point at him. “same rules as last summer, alright? we— we went over this.”

exasperated, bucky sighs, head lolling to the side. “yes ma’am.”

ten months ago bucky told you he was in love with you.

ten months ago bucky told you he’d follow you all over the world.

ten months ago you agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that your friendship was too vital, too real, too special to risk messing it up.

ten months later, you’re hoping you won’t regret this decision.

you can see the disappointment in his face. gently, you touch the side of his face and you smile a bit. “in another life.” those were the words you had said to him, all those nights ago.

bucky’s face breaks your heart over and over again. he gives you that gentle but sad look-- the look of a man who has what he wants right within arms reach, but knows that he cannot fully grasp. knows that he cannot fully keep.

“i’ll have you any way you want me,” is all he finally says. “‘s not summer without you.”

you’d made a promise to him that night. you had told him you weren’t going to fall in love with anyone in the summer of 1977.

but it is the summer of 1978. and this is the story of how you fall in love with bucky barnes.

[titaniumstark]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

A/N: Here’s what I am reading during this month of April (yeah, it’s April again). Please if you read any of the fics below and enjoyed it make sure to reblog it! Help support the writers on this community, they put a lot of love and passion to their stories and give us free amazing content. Also if you have a new one-shot/drabble/blurb/series with the any of the characters mentioned below you are more than welcome to tag me or send it to me. Please let me know if any of the links don’t work. Enjoy!🤎

LAST UPDATED: 04/14/21

INCLUDES +18 CONTENT DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER THAT AGE.

☁️fluff. 🪴smut. 🌧angst. 🥀dark.

🌫everything (non-dark unless mention otherwise).

read warnings.

STEVE ROGERS

Not like the Others by @callmeluna ☁️

Time to Run by @syntheticavenger (series/mob!steve) 🌫

Pace is the Trick by @syntheticavenger (series/alpha!steve x beta!reader) 🌫

Out of Time by @just-dreaming-marvel (series) ☁️

Guys my Age by @honeysucklesteve (best friends dad!steve)🪴

What a Shame by @fallinforevans (new series) 🌧

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare (series)

BUCKY BARNES

Harmless by @shurisneakers (series) ☁️

Out of Time by @just-dreaming-marvel (series)  ☁️

Vacant Mirrors by @whirlybirbs (series) ☁️

Cure by @viperbarnes ☁️

Another Cure by @viperbarnes 🪴

Groupie Love by @burninmatches 🪴

And now I know you by @ritesofreverie 🌧

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare (series)

SAM WILSON

Apartment 3C by @bohemianpages (new series) ☁️

Positions by @luciilferss ☁️🪴

PETER PARKER

If You Need Me by @hey-marlie (new sequel series).

JOHNNY STORM

Fiery Friends by @wanderinglunarnights (x OFC) (series)

MISCELLANEOUS

ANDY BARBER:

Coffee Tomorrow? by @balenciagabucky🪴

BOOK OF THE MONTH: Such a pretty girl by Laura Wiess.

[wildestdreamcatcher]

While Kai's in California pursuing his music career and Lola's in Tulsa finishing up her senior year, that put a strain on their relationship. They were trying to do the whole long distance thing and they promised eachother they would call and write whenever they could. Peter pretty much had Kai overworked and had his schedule kind of filled up, so Kai wasn't able to talk to Lola as much as he would've liked.

Lola's constantly worrying about how Kai's doing and if he even wants to see or hear from her at all. She's seeing magazines in the store and MTV shows with headlines like "Kai Parker's New Girlfriend", "Kai Parker's New Groupie Girlfriend", and "Kai Parker Allegedly Dating Supermodel", and she's wondering if maybe it might be true. She misses Kai so much and she sometimes wishes he didn't go to California.

What makes everything worse is that Roxanne's not living at the house anymore, and it's making Lola feel even lonelier because the person she would've ranted to, doesn't live there anymore.

@sadlonelyyogurt @orioncoast

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist!

Here’s the masterlist of all my imagines and preferences! Imagines marked as * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked as ` are requests!

IMAGINES

CRIMINAL MINDS the runner ~ aaron hotchner` punishment ~ aaron hotchner`

LUCIFER make you a believer ~ ella lopez silence ~ lucifer morningstar

HEMLOCK GROVE get away ~ roman godfrey (part one) midnight drive ~ roman godfrey (part two)

AMERICAN HORROR STORY freak ~ xavier plympton (part one) protecting you ~ xavier plympton (part two)` a surprise by the lake ~ xavier Plympton` taken care of ~ michael langdon don’t worry ~ michael langdon` loopholes ~ michael langdon*` change in plans ~ michael langdon` revenge ~ montana duke

RIVERDALE grief ~ archie andrews the new queen ~ fp jones (part one) seducing the queen ~ fp jones (part two) the list ~ jason blossom something more than just points ~ jason blossom’ no one will hurt you` ~ sweet pea

THE BODYGUARD new assignment ~ david budd (part one) nightmares ~ david budd (part two) the photoshoot ~ david budd (part three) take away and beer ~ david budd (part four) art ~ david budd (part five) threats ~ david budd (part six) getting her things ~ david budd (part seven)

PEAKY BLINDERS not part of the deal ~ thomas shelby private ceremony ~ thomas shelby superstar ~ thomas shelby` too good ~ thomas shelby` can’t lose you ~ thomas shelby crossfire ~ john shelby an accidental addition ~ thomas shelby family ~ shelby family the enemy’s sister ~ thomas shelby (part one)` a dangerous love affair ~ alfie solomons a woman leader ~ john shelby disapprove ~ thomas shelby (part two) no one’s whore ~ thomas shelby* daddy’s girl ~ thomas shelby take a break ~ thomas shelby

THE WITCHER dance partner ~ geralt of rivia (part one) company ~ geralt of rivia (part two)* stay the night ~ geralt of rivia*` some sort of miracle ~ geralt of rivia same problem ~ yennefer of vengerberg my lady ~ geralt of rivia*` imperfections ~ geralt of rivia`

DOCTOR WHO always loved you ~ thirteen

GAME OF THRONES betrothed ~ robb stark (part one) riding alone ~ robb stark (part two)

Z NATION facing it alone ~ 10k’ let me go ~ 10k what are we gonna do? ~ 10k

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY love and drugs ~ klaus hargreeves the horror~ ben hargreeves’ no one helps but you ~ klaus hargreeves` and they were roommates ~ klaus hargreeves` lock the door ~ ben hargreeves*`

VICTORIOUS a little too good at acting ~ beck oliver faint ~ beck oliver`

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES living dead ~ damon salvatore eternity ~ damon salvatore*`

HANNIBAL are you going to hurt me? ~ hannibal lecter his type ~ hannibal lecter

BARRY what they do in the movies ~ barry berkman

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY i have no one ~ freddie mercury

K-12 don’t send me home ~ leo` jealousy ~ angelita`

BREAKING BAD/EL CAMINO hideaway ~ jesse pinkman* project partner ~ jesse pinkman

DCEU the new intern ~ clark kent rescue mission ~ harley quinn man’s world ~ harley quinn

SCREAM scary movies ~ billy loomis talk me down ~ stu macher`

HARRY POTTER tutor ~ draco malfoy stood up ~ draco malfoy

MCU see you again ~ loki my hero ~ mysterio delivery boy ~ peter parker locked up ~ clint barton`

KINGSMAN not a damn damsel ~ eggsy

A QUIET PLACE keep quiet ~ emmett no time for love ~ emmett’

MIDSOMMAR get out of here ~ mark` may queen ~ mark` little sister ~ mark*` secret thrills ~ mark*` don’t go ~ mark’ sacred ~ mark’ seven minutes in heaven ~ mark*` friendship necklace ~ mark` it meant nothing ~ mark` awful ~ dani ardor` something’s wrong ~ mark` whoops ~ mark` enemies to lovers ~ mark`

1917 not the same ~ will schofield

DIVERGENT recruit ~ eric coulter’ rookie ~ eric coulter (part two) don’t belong ~ eric coulter`

8 MILE embarrassed ~ jimmy smith jr.

TWILIGHT soulmates ~ paul lahote`

THE DIRT glorified groupie ~ tommy lee maybe i should ~ tommy lee` be like daddy ~ nikki sixx` normal family christmas ~ nikki sixx`

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID done pretending ~ rodrick heffley the girl next door ~ rodrick heffley`

IT: CHAPTER TWO picking up the kids ~ richie tozier

LES MIS for the revolution ~ enjolras

CHRIS EVANS set ups

BEN HARDY doing him proud

MACHINE GUN KELLY not so bad (part one) remember me` secret meeting (part two) surprise` awkward family dinner (part three) staying the night (part four) out on the town (part five) a very special meeting (part six) feeling used` christmas in cleveland (part seven) lady killer*` we’ll be okay (part eight) the one` getting caught* sweet revenge` get off my girl` can’t do it anymore seeing it all` hear your voice*` do you love me?` one and only (part nine) photographs` why are you here?` happiest i've been` trying` i believe` welcome home*` killshot (part ten) i think i’m okay` it’s not over (part eleven) mistake` drunk fun (w/yungblud)*` reunited (part two of photograph)` bad girl*` fixed` meeting the family (part twelve) good enough` the question (part thirteen) kissing lessons` the wedding (part fourteen) too rough*` teach me` sneaking you out` red carpet` on beat` what if i can’t` role reversal*` massage*` secrets` celebrating*` almost caught` back off*` first time*` trying something new*` missing` not yours` hurting mommy` sweet disaster` loved you first` running lines’

DANIEL WEBBER nothing happened` misunderstanding` advice` loving father` beach day`

TARON EGERTON take me to the pilot*

RICHARD MADDEN lost`

YUNGBLUD not a rebound (part one) a great team` no hope (au)` cuffed, literally (part two)` sick baby` coming home` kisses` drunk fun*` (w/machine gun kelly) lessons` struggling` father to be` coachella` the song’ front row` love you as you are’ cliche`

HARRY STYLES saved (au part one) always a winner` exploring eroda (au part two) picnic (au part three) awkward

KENDALL SCHMIT just us`

CODY FERN distance`

ANDREW SIWICKI secret first date a regular guy` beautiful to me wear my hoodie`

DAVID DOBRIK only yours science experiment bon appetit`

DYLAN GARDNER surprise date`

JEFF WITTEK busy my oh my! passing the time* in trouble a fun game six feet apart you won’t be able to`

EMINEM surprise performance age gap’ private` chains`

ROOK pretty picture` love on tour` protective` toxic love` why are you like this?’ keep it down*` taking care` sick` you’re cute when you’re jealous`*

CILLIAN MURPHY proud`

GEORGE MACKAY medic (au)’

ARIANA GRANDE done with boys

SCOTTY SIRE stuck together

SEBASTIAN STAN the boss’ girl (au)

G-EAZY unimaginable pain` bad reputation` hate*` i do`

CORPSE proposition (part one) caught feelings (part two) actually excited

ZAC EFRON fatherhood`

HENRY CAVILL you deserve better`

AARON TVEIT i thought it’d be happy` a baby next christmas

PREFERENCES

tiktok trends that they participate in with you ~ the vlog squad who walks in on the two of you ~ the umbrella academy