#hank thompson smut

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After Hours

Label Mature 18+

One Shot

Summary Things get heated when you lay eyes on your handsome bartender for the night, fueling your need to have him tend you in more ways than one.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Inebriated •teasing• edging• BJ in a Bar• sex on a bar• protection• orgasm

🏆 Inspired by @austinbutlerfly @feralgodmothers @umika @aust-een 🔥

After Hours

The bar is dim, the kind of low light that makes everyone look better, but Hank doesn’t need any help with that. He stands behind the counter, muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his black tee as he pours shots with practiced ease.

His longer blonde hair peeks out from under his black cap, curling slightly at the ends in a way that suits him naturally.

His eyes, a steely blue, meet yours every so often with a quick flash of something that isn’t just professional courtesy. It’s something intentional, charged in a way that makes the air between you buzz.

Each time he hands over a drink, his strong forearms flex, veins running down his skin, making him look like the kind of man who works with his hands—hands you can’t stop imagining.

He leans in teasingly as he slides another shot your way. “Careful now,” he murmurs, his voice low, “don’t want to get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart.”

It’s not the first time he’s flirted like this, you can tell. The playful smirk, the way his eyes linger a second too long before flitting back to another customer—it’s all second nature to him.

But it works. Damn, does it work. You can feel your body reacting, heating under his gaze, your skin prickling with anticipation every time he gets near.

He leans in close, his forearm brushing yours as he places another drink on the bar, “You really ought to slow down, or I might have to carry you out of here myself,” he says, that same cocky grin on his face, eyes smoldering with barely restrained intent.

You’re tipsy now, maybe more than tipsy, but it only makes the game more fun. His flirting gets heavier, words slipping between drinks with a confidence born from knowing exactly how to read people, how to push the right buttons.

“You gonna make it a habit of coming here just to get my attention?” he quips, flashing a sly grin before turning to serve another patron, but not before his eyes find you again, like he can’t help himself.

By the time he places your last drink on the bar, his hand lingers on the glass just long enough for your fingers to brush against his again.

Flushed and drunk on more than just the liquor, you giggle and grab your phone, tapping the screen for his number. He grins typing it in like it’s the most natural thing in the world before he returns to work, his gaze lingering on you as he moves around the bar.

As the night winds down, you stumble out of the bar and into a waiting taxi, the city lights blurring into streaks as the driver takes you home. Your head spins, and it isn’t just the alcohol.

Hank—his hands, his smirk, the way he looked at you—is all you can think about. You fumble with your keys as you finally make it inside, but something tugs at your mind, like a puzzle piece missing from the night.

Your ID. Where the hell is it?

You search your bag until you swear under your breath, a laugh slipping from your lips as you realize—either you left it at the bar, or maybe, just maybe, Hank kept it.

Without even thinking, you dial his number. It rings, once, twice, before Hank picks up, his voice smooth through the phone.

“Did you miss me already?” he teases, his tone making you grin feeling a rush of heat though your body.

“I think you have my ID,” you reply, the heavy alcohol in your system making your tone playful.

“Oh, I have it,” Hank says, dragging the sentence out like he’s savoring each word. “You’re gonna have to come get it though.”

Something about the way he says it, that low rasp in his voice, makes heat pool in your stomach. You bite your lip, barely hesitating before grabbing your things and heading out again.

The ride back to the bar feels like a blur, the city lights swirling in front of your eyes as you try to keep your excitement—and your balance—in check.

When you arrive back, the bar is dark and looks completely empty. All the shutters are drawn closed, but the windows glow faintly, illuminated by the remnants of the advertisement lights inside and as you pull the handle you realize the doors are completely unlocked.

When you push inside, the familiar smell of whiskey and polished wood hits you as you stumble forward, and your heart races feeling the thrill of the moment mixing with the alcohol swirling in your system.

Hank is already there, waiting for you behind the bar his tall frame leaned casually over the counter, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Between his fingers, he twirls your ID like a prize, holding it for you to see before gesturing you to come closer.

“You came all the way back for this tonight?” he asks, his voice teasing, his eyes glinting under the dim light.

You’re lighthearted, drunk, and giddy, the heat between you two undeniable now as you step closer, your body buzzing with anticipation.

“Maybe I did,” you reply with a flirty grin.

He lifts his chin, motioning for you to come.

“If you want it,” he says stepping back his voice smooth and laced with mischief, “Come get it.”

You feel your heart race, the playful tension thickening in the air as you step around the bar his eyes tracking your every movement.

There’s an unspoken dare in his gaze in the way he watches you approach, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You’re unable to resist the pull, and when you finally reach him, your fingers stretch out to grab the card.

But just as your fingers brush it, Hank pulls it back just out of reach with his height, his grin widening.

“Not so fast,” he says, his voice dropping lower, a teasing edge in his tone.

You can’t help but notice the way his strength shows with even the smallest movement, making your pulse quicken just a little more.

You grin, nervous and excited, as you reach again, but he quickly tucks your ID behind his back, forcing you to lean in.

“You must really want it” he teases, his voice like velvet, watching you struggle as you reach around him and before you can even realize what’s happening, his free hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His body is firm and unyielding, the heat between you undeniable as he holds you there, your heart racing faster with each second you stay pressed against him looking into his eyes.

In a swift, smooth motion, he turns you, pinning you against the bar. His body presses hard into yours, trapping you against the wood. The heat of him is overwhelming, as he keeps you in place. You can feel every inch of him, and your pulse quickens, your breath catching in your throat.

His movements are slow, deliberate, as he leans in, his lips grazing the curve of your ear.“

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “The way you kept looking at me, like you knew exactly what you’re doing.” His voice is low, rough, and dripping with promise

His words send a rush of desire through you, your body reacting to his closeness the heat for him pooling in your core.

His biceps tense as he grips the counter on either side of you at the bar keeping you firmly in place and his body pushes against you, his lips lowering close to your neck.

You look to him, catching his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes nearly takes your breath away. He’s in complete control, like he’s toying with you, enjoying every second.

But you don’t care. You want him—need him—with a hunger that’s insatiable.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you admit, your voice breathy as you press back into him, craving more contact.

“Yeah?” He says as his lips brush your ear again. His hand trails up your side, his fingers just barely grazing the skin beneath your shirt. “How badly?”

Before you can answer, he leans in with his face mere inches from yours and you can feel his breath warm against your lips.

You close the distance in an instant, your lips crashing against his, and it’s like a dam breaking.

He leans in to the kiss, deepening it immediately, his hand sliding up to grasp the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he takes control.

His kiss is intense, full of heat and hunger, and as he presses you harder against him, the energy between you is undeniable.

Your body responds instinctively, hands grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

His body dominates yours, pushing into you with force as his hands roam and explore, guiding you exactly where he wants you. His lips trail down to your neck, kissing, biting lightly, making you gasp with every touch.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with desire. His hand slides down your side, his touch making you shiver. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper as you tilt your head, giving him more access. “Please.”

He grins softly, his lips brushing just below your ear again, sending another wave of heat through your body. “I thought so,” he whispers, his tone playful but commanding, teasing you, pulling you deeper into him. “But I like making you wait for it.” he whispers.

You’re eager, desperate even, hearing those words and his hands tighten on your waist, his hips pressing into you in a way that makes it clear just how much he wants you.

Every second with him so close feels like an eternity, but you can’t get enough, your whole body is aching for more of him.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he whispers, his lips grazing your jaw before he meets your eyes again, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. And when you kiss him again, it’s even more intense, every part of you craving to lose yourself with him so badly.

Your hand slides down, fingers grazing over the hardness beneath his jeans, and you can feel the size of him under your touch. Your breath hitches slightly, and you whimper into his mouth grasping the length cock, wanting to feel it all.

His voice is deep as he grabs your wrist gently but firmly, guiding your hand. “Easy sweetheart,” he says, the words sending a rush through you and with deliberate slowness, he steps back, his eyes never leaving yours.

His hand brushes over your cheek before trailing down your neck.

“On your knees for me,” he says, his voice so commanding, that before you know it, you’re sinking to the floor, looking up at him with wide eyes, eager, desperate for what’s to come.

He takes his time, running his thumb along your lower lip, teasing you as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “So eager,” he whispers, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He watches your hungry gaze as his fingers work the buckle, the click of metal filling the silence around you. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second, drawing out the moment just to see you squirm with need.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” he asks, his voice low, his tone playful yet filled with dominance.

His jeans loosen as he pulls the zipper down, and you can see the bulge in his boxers even more pronounced now, your body heating up in anticipation.

“I could see it in your eyes all night. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you?” He asks making your heart race even faster.

You nod, your breath catching, eager and almost trembling as he stands before you, watching your every reaction. He slides his hand through your hair, gripping it lightly at the base of your neck, guiding you closer.

“I like how eager you are,” he says, his voice laced with approval, “but you’re going to take your time you understand?”

You look up at him, your eyes wide with desire, and nod again, your lips parting as you wait for him, ready to give him everything he wants.

His hand holds you in place as he lowers the front of his jeans and boxers pulling his large cock free.

He’s thick and much bigger than you expected, the weight of him heavy in his hand as he strokes himself slowly.

His gaze never leaves yours as he releases your neck, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls a magnum condom tearing the wrapper with a flick of his fingers and with a practiced ease he glides the condom down his thick cock.

His size is impressive, and the way he wraps his hand firmly around the base holding it steady makes the moment even more intense.

His eyes darken with desire as his thumb brushes over your lips savoring the softness.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, but the lust in his eyes tells you he already knows what you want and you nod eagerly.

“Open wide for me,” he says, his voice low, dripping with intent as his hand returns to the back of your neck. “Take it slow. I want to feel every inch of that mouth.”

You lean in as he guides you closer, your lips parting around the head of his cock, feeling its smooth warmth as it presses along your tongue. He’s thick and firm, the weight heavy in your eager mouth.

He groans softly, the sound deep and full of satisfaction, his hand remaining steady on the back of your neck, guiding your pace, controlling how much you take in.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice laced with pleasure. “You’re doing so well.”

You move with purpose, taking him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs for balance. Every time his cock fills your mouth, he tightens his grip just enough to keep control. His breath hitches, his hips rolling forward slightly as he watches you work.

“Don’t rush,” he snaps, his voice rougher now. He pulls back slightly, making you pause, savoring the way he slides out your mouth and just when you’re aching for more, he thrusts his cock deeper again, filling your mouth with a delicious intensity.

You love it—the way he commands you, the weight of him on your tongue, the pulse of his need. Every time he pushes in deeper, you’re more eager to please him, your body trembling with excitement.

You can feel the tension building in him as you suck him harder, taking him deeper into your mouth, your saliva coating his cock, making it warm and slick.

“Just like that,” he groans, his hand tightening in your hair, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re so good at this. You know exactly what I like, don’t you?”

His praise sends a thrill through you, driving you to take him deeper, to give him everything he wants.

You quicken your pace, encouraged by his words and his hand stays on you, guiding you, pushing you as he groans through gritted teeth, the need for release becoming undeniable.

His hips start moving in rhythm with your mouth as his breaths grows more ragged, and you can tell he’s starting to lose control.

“Fuck… you’re so good,” he pants, his voice thick with need as his control slips further. “Just keep going. …Keep going just like that…” he pants.

You keep at it, your mouth gliding along his cock with precision, pushing him closer to the edge with every second.

His cock twitches in your mouth, and you relax your throat moaning in anticipation wanting more, wanting him to come.

You can hear his breath quicken and feel the tension building in his body. Just as you think he’s about to let go, he suddenly pulls out, releasing his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting you to your lips.

He grips your hair tighter, keeping you in place as he watches you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “So close,” he breathes, his voice laced with both control and amusement.

You can see the desire in his eyes, an enjoyment in making you wait, in holding back just a little longer. He brushes his thumb across your swollen lips clearing the saliva as he savors the sight of you beneath him.

There’s a look of satisfaction in his eyes, dark and intense, as he reaches down to help you to your feet. His touch is steady, as he guides you. He keeps a hand on your waist, pulling you close, his breath warm against your ear as he leans in.

“You’ll get what you want,” he says with a grin, his voice low and filled with intent.

His grip tightens on your waist as he smoothly turns you around, pulling your back against his chest. His lips brush just below your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Now bend over for me,” he says, his tone laced with authority, the command making your pulse quicken.

There’s no hesitation in your response as you lean forward, your hands bracing against the smooth wood of the bar your chest presses into the cool surface.

His hands slide down your hips, possessive and firm, pulling you back against him just enough to make you want more.

Your pulse quickens, the need for him growing uncontrollably as your hands instinctively reach back, lifting your skirt, offering yourself to him without a word.

“Look at you,” he grins, his voice low and filled with amusement. “You’ve been wanting this ever since you walked into the bar haven’t you?”

His words hit you like a wave, stoking the fire already burning inside, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as your face flushes with heat.

Every glance, every touch, every word has been building to this inevitable moment, something you’ve craved since the first instant his eyes met yours.

You nod, feeling every part of you ache for him, your body responding to his touch as his hand trails down to your lower back holding you firmly in place as he presses you against the bar.

“I know how badly you want this,” He says as you feel him brush his cock against your inner thighs, the weight of it heavy with every movement.

The teasing contact, as it slips against your soft skin, has you trembling, your breath hitching with every near touch, the anticipation driving you mad with need, knowing that at any moment he will finally give you what you crave.

"And you've been so patient for me," he praises, his voice laced with satisfaction as he steps back his hand sliding lower, pulling your panties down, leaving you completely exposed and desperate for him.

His fingers brush over your skin, soft and deliberate, sending a shock of pleasure through your core as his hand trails down, finally reaching the heat between your thighs.

You softly moan as his fingers graze lightly against you and a low groan of appreciation escapes his lips, feeling how wet you are for him.

“You’re absolutely soaked,” he says, his laden with satisfaction, the teasing edge in his words making you exhale as you shiver.

“I’ll give you what you need,” he promises, and his words are like fuel to the fire inside you, igniting every inch of your body. His hands return to your waist, gripping firmly as he pulls you against him. Your breath hitching as you feel the firm heat of his cock pressing your entrance and with a firm deliberate thrust he finally gives you exactly what you’ve been aching for.

His cock stretches you inch by inch until its deep inside, his hips pressing firmly against yours, filling you completely. The weight of his size makes moans spill from your lips as you grip the bar in front of you.

He sets a hard, commanding pace, each thrust making your body tremble as his hips snap against you. “You like this, don’t you?” he rasps, his voice dark with satisfaction as the intensity of his cock renders you speechless.

Your body is overwhelmed as soft whimpers and moans escape your lips, the pleasure washing over you in waves as each of his hard thrusts pushes you over your limit.

“I can tell by those little sounds you’re making,” he praises, his voice rough as he keeps driving into you, each thrust deliberate and forceful. His grip on your hips tightening as he presses harder, guiding your body in sync with his, making you moan and whimper louder with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Let me hear you. I want to hear every little sound you make.” His words send another rush of pleasure through you, and his hips begin clapping against yours, jolting you forward with the force of his thrusts.

The world around you blurs as your heart pounds in your chest, your breath coming in shallow gasps. The tightness inside you builds, almost unbearable, the pleasure climbing higher with every firm stroke.

“Taking this cock so well,” he praises, his voice filled with raw admiration, as he continues to push deeper and drive into you harder.

You can’t help the moans and gasps that slip out, with your body completely at his mercy and his hand slides up to your hair, gathering it into a ponytail, tugging it tight.

The pull on your scalp makes you gasp, forcing your head up, and you find yourself staring at the bar mirror across the room in front of you, watching the way your body moves against him.

The sight is almost too much, the tension building in your core as he takes control, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“Watch,” he says, his voice rough and commanding. “I want you to see how perfect you are when I’m inside you.”

You can only moan in response, your body clenching around him as he picks up the pace his hips snapping against yours with raw, desperate intensity.

The world around you begins to blur again as your heart pounds in your chest. You core throbs with anticipation as your breath comes in shallow gasps. Your pulse begins thundering in your ears, as the tightness inside you builds to an almost unbearable peak.

His hand releases his grip firm your hair and slides up to your chin, tilting your face toward the mirror in front of you. “Look at yourself,” he whispers roughly in your ear. “Look how good you’re taking me.”

Your gaze locks with his through the mirror, the reflection capturing the raw intensity of the moment as moans spill from your lips. Your breasts bounce with each of his powerful thrusts, your hips meeting his in a rhythm as his body collides against yours, sending shockwaves through your core.

His eyes are locked on yours, dark with lust, watching your every reaction. His cock filling you deeper,thrusting harder as your moans grow higher in pitch

He groans through gritted teeth, his voice strained as he drives into you. “You feel so good,” he pants, his voice thick with desire. “I’m gonna come… you want that, don’t you?” he asks, his breaths ragged, filled with urgency

Your eyes flick to the mirror again, seeing the way your bodies move together and the way he dominates you from behind makes your orgasm build even faster, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust and you nod to him as you moan.

“Keep taking me…-just like this until I come” He rasps as his thrusts become rougher, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room as he chases his release.

You watch your reflection as you moan desperately, your body arching back into him.

His thrusts are relentless, each one sending shockwaves through you, the impact driving you to the edge. Your muscles spasm uncontrollably as the tension in your core snaps, your orgasm hitting you with a force that makes your vision blur. Your walls clench down hard on his cock, gripping him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through your body, leaving you gasping

He groans and his eyes lock onto yours in the mirror “I’m gonna come,” he pants, his voice rough with pleasure as he buries himself deep into your walls. His cock is throbbing as he spills himself completely inside of you the heat of his release makes you clench around him again as you moan in pleasure.

His grip tightens on you as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his breaths ragged as his hips move slowly, savoring every second until he’s finally, spent and satisfied.

You’re both left breathless and trembling as he slowly pulls out of you. The sudden loss of his fullness makes you shiver, and he steps back slightly, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a satisfied grin, watching as you pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt down.

You hear the soft snap of him removing his condom, and when you turn, he’s buckling his jeans, that same cocky grin still playing on his lips as his gaze meets yours, filled with satisfaction and pride, as if he knows exactly the effect he’s had on you.

He casually reaches for something on the bar and holds it out to you and you look down smiling to see your ID, between his fingers

He twirls the card, then holds it steady just as you take it from his hand with a smile.

“Thanks,” you say, turning to leave, but before you can even take a step, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back toward him. His grip is firm but teasing, his voice low as he says, “You think you’re walking out of here that easily?”

You raise an eyebrow, the heat between you undeniable. “What, you’re not done with me yet?” you tease trying to play it cool even though you both know there’s a secret bond that’s formed between you.

He smirks, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. “Not even close,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours. “In fact” he says pulling you in closer “ We need to do this again tomorrow,” he says with a satisfied grin.

You pause, pretending to think it over. “Tomorrow?” you say, tapping your chin playfully

He leans in just enough for his lips to brush near your ear, his voice a low, tempting whisper. “Trust me,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin, “by tomorrow, you won’t be able to think about anything else.”

You meet his eyes, and the heat between you is undeniable. Slowly, he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that reignites the fire inside you, leaving you wanting him all over again. Just as you give in, he pulls back, his control clear in every move.

He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes lingering on your lips before a smirk spreads across his face. “Tomorrow then,” he confirms, his voice low and full of promise, and you readily nod, excitement coursing through you.

You step back, breaking the contact, but his fingers linger on your wrist for just a second longer, enough to leave you aching for more before he lets you go.

As you head toward the door, you glance over your shoulder, catching his gaze one last time. He leans casually against the bar, his eyes locked on you, the same confident smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting when I call,” he says his tone playful but firm.

You flash him a smile as you push the handle,“I won’t ,” you reply as he takes one final look at you, then you push the door as you step outside.

The night air hits your skin, but it does nothing to cool the excitement building inside as you breathe in deeply, trying to steady your pulse, but it’s no use—your mind is consumed by Hank.

The way he looks at you, the way he satisfies you, the teasing promise in his voice—it’s all you can think about.

A small, knowing smile tugs at your lips as you hail a cab, your thoughts entirely wrapped up in him. There’s no question in your mind—you’ll be back, and tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

🧢 End

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Hank Thompson x PoliceOfficer!Reader (sorry)

wc: 3.1k | summary: oh you won't confess? alight ill make you talk, pretty boy. | nav ♡ taglist

18+ MDNI. DUBCON. interrogation. coercion. sexual content. explicit language. power dynamics. authority abuse. dark themes. talk of crime, stealing. talk of sickness. violence. restraints while engaging in sexual activities.

A/N: thanks m girl @aust-een for fueling this idea lmao

You stand outside the interrogation room, watching through the one-way mirror as Hank Thompson slumps in the chair, his eyes hollow, his jaw tight. The room is stark, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting an unflinching glow on the cold metal table and the two chairs. The air is thick with tension, a palpable silence that seems to hum with anticipation. You know he's the one—the infamous thief that's been taunting the city for months. The bookstore heist was just the latest in a string of burglaries, each more brazen than the last. But here he is, caught red-handed.

As you enter the room, the door swings shut with a heavy thud that echoes off the concrete walls. You don't bother with pleasantries or the reading of rights. He knows why he's here. You've studied his file, watched the security footage—his graceful moves and calculated precision. His reputation precedes him, and so does your resolve to get answers.

"No cameras," you say firmly, looking him in the eye. "No microphones. Just you and me."

He smirks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief second before dropping back to the floor. "What makes you think I'll talk?"

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms. "You will. One way or another."

He chuckles darkly, the sound barely audible in the stark room. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

You don't answer, instead you start pacing the floor, the soles of your shoes squeaking on the clean tiles. The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring. You can almost feel the tension coiling around him, tightening with every step you take.

After a moment, you stop, your eyes locking onto his. "Look, Hank. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You let the words hang in the air, a silent ultimatum.

He remains unmoved, his gaze unwavering. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

You take a deep breath, then cross the room to stand directly in front of him. You lean in close, your voice low and measured. "It means I'll get the answers I need, whether you give them to me now, or I have to... coax them out of you."

You can see the doubt flicker in his eyes, the beginnings of fear. Good. It's time to turn the heat up.

You start with simple questions, a dance of words meant to unravel his defenses. His replies are monosyllabic, gruff, but they come. You press on, your tone even, your gaze never leaving his. The room feels smaller with each question you ask, the air thickening like the plot of a noir thriller. The silence stretches taut between you, a tightrope of anticipation.

You decide to change tactics. You pull out a chair and sit down across from him, your eyes never leaving his. The chair scrapes against the floor, a jarring sound in the quiet room. You lean forward, your elbows resting on the table, your fingers steepled. "Hank," you say, your voice softer now, "why don't you tell me about the bookstore?"

He snorts, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's there to say?"

You lean back, your chair creaking under the weight of your frustration. You've seen his type before—slick, smug, thinking he's smarter than everyone else. But you're smarter. You've read his file, studied his patterns. You know he's hiding something. So you wait, watching the play of emotions across his face. And when he doesn't speak, you stand up, your movements deliberate, and pull the zip tie from your pocket.

You circle the chair, his eyes following you as you do. His breath hitches as you pull his arms behind his back, the plastic biting into his wrists as you secure them to the chair. He tries to jerk away, but you're stronger, more determined. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls.

"Just making sure you don't go anywhere," you reply, your voice calm, almost casual. "You see, Hank, I've got all night."

He struggles against the restraints, his face reddening with rage. "You can't do this!" he spits.

You lean down so your face is inches from his. "Oh, but I can," you murmur. "And I will."

You start with the basics again, asking about the bookstore. His responses are still defiant, but the edge of fear is there now, sharper than before. You can see it in the way his eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape. But there isn't one. You're in control here.

You lean back in your chair, watching him squirm under the plastic. His breathing has become shallower, faster. The tension is palpable, a living thing in the room with you. "Let's try this again, Hank. What can you tell me about the bookstore?"

He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing."

With a sigh, you stand up and walk around the table. He tries to lean away from you, but the chair is bolted to the floor. "You know, Hank," you murmur, your voice low and seductive, "I'm not a big fan of playing games."

You place your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath the fabric of his pants. He jerks at the sudden contact, his eyes snapping up to yours. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Your smile is cold, calculated. "I'm making sure you understand the gravity of the situation." You slide your hand up, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his crotch. His body responds despite his protests, his cock stiffening under your touch.

He bucks against the chair, trying to break free, but the zip ties hold firm. "You can't do this!"

You lean in close, your breath warm against his ear. "And what are you gonna do?"

Your hand starts to move in slow, torturous circles, your grip tightening just enough to keep him on the edge. His eyes roll back in his head, his teeth gritted as he fights the pleasure you're giving him. But you're in no rush. You've got all night.

You whisper in his ear, your voice a silky promise. "Every time you lie to me, I'll make it harder for you. But every time you tell the truth, I'll make it feel so good."

He grunts, his body straining against the restraints. "What do you want to know?"

You lean back, your hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a maddening gentleness. "The truth, Hank. That's all I want."

He grits his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck you."

You increase the pressure slightly, watching as his body tenses. "The more you resist, the more you'll regret it."

You can feel him fighting it, his hips pushing against your hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice is strained, desperate. "What...what do you want to know?"

You lean in closer, your breath hot on his neck. "Everything."

You start with the night of the bookstore heist. Your hand moves in a steady rhythm, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He clenches his fists, his knuckles white. "What happened that night?"

He groans, his body betraying his resolve. "I...I went in...for the books."

You tighten your grip, slowing down. "And?"

He swallows hard, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to...to take the money."

You feel his cock pulse in your hand, but you don't let him finish. "Why did you do it, Hank?"

He pants, his eyes wild with need. "I needed it...for...for my sister's medication."

You ease up, his erection subsiding slightly. "Go on."

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I...I had no choice. She's sick."

You nod, your grip loosening slightly. "What did you do with the money?"

"I...I gave it to her," he gasps out, his voice strained. "I didn't keep a dime."

You resume the slow, torturous strokes, feeling him harden again. "What about the other jobs? The jewelry, the art?"

He shakes his head, his eyes pleading. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You squeeze harder, his hips bucking. "Don't lie to me, Hank."

He lets out a strangled cry. "Okay, okay! I did them. But...but it was always for a good cause. I never kept anything for myself."

You lean back, studying his face. The lies are coming easier now, his need for release overwhelming his pride. "Who did you sell the items to?"

His breath catches, his body trembling. "A...a fence. I don't know his name."

You don't buy it. You know he's holding out on you. You lean in, your voice a whisper. "Hank, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me everything."

He growls, his eyes flashing with anger and desperation, his release inching closer. "I don't know! I swear!"

You lean back, your hand leaving his crotch. He gasps, his eyes snapping open, his body rigid with unfulfilled need. "What?" he pants, the question a mix of disbelief and frustration.

You lean back in your chair, folding your arms. "I said I want the truth, Hank. No more games."

The room is silent for a long moment, the only sounds his ragged breaths and the distant murmur of the precinct. His eyes dart around the room, searching for something—anything—that might give him a way out of this. But there's nothing. Just the two of you and the truth that hangs heavy in the air.

"Please," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Please don't do this."

You stand, walking around the table to stand in front of him again. You lean down, your hand resting on the zip tie, ready to tighten it. "The fence's name, Hank."

He closes his eyes, his jaw clenched. "Vic," he says through gritted teeth. "Vic Castellanos."

You straighten, a flicker of satisfaction crossing your face. That's a name you recognize. A big fish in the city's criminal underbelly. But you don't let him see it. Instead, you lean down, your voice a seductive purr. "Good boy."

You run your hand along his thigh, your fingertips dancing up to his crotch again. He jerks, his body begging for release. But you stop just short, your hand hovering over him. "But that's not all I need to know."

He groans, his eyes pleading. "What...what else?"

You smile, a wicked glint in your eye. "Everything, Hank. Every detail."

With a flick of your wrist, you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hard and desperate. He tries to struggle again, but the chair holds him firmly in place. You take a moment to appreciate the view, the way his erection juts out, pulsing with the rhythm of his racing heart. Then, you wrap your hand around him, your grip firm but gentle.

You start to stroke, slow and deliberate. His eyes roll back in his head, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "The...the...other jobs," he gasps. "They were...for charity. For kids, for the homeless."

You keep your rhythm steady, your eyes never leaving his face. "Go on."

His breath comes in ragged pants now, his hips moving with your hand. "The...the diamonds," he whispers. "They...they were for a children's hospital."

You nod, your hand moving a little faster. "And the art?"

"A...a museum," he chokes out. "They needed...needed funding."

You lean in, your breath hot against his ear. "Why steal for them?"

He swallows hard, his body tight with need. "Because...because no one else would help."

Your hand speeds up, your grip tightening. "What about the people you hurt, Hank?"

He opens his eyes, the reality of his actions crashing over him. "They...they didn't matter."

You stop, your hand hovering just above his cock. "What makes you think they didn't matter?"

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain and desperation. "Because...because the ones I was helping mattered more."

You resume stroking, your touch a little softer now. "But they were just pawns in your game, weren't they?"

He nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," he whispers.

You lean back, watching him. His body is taut with tension, his breathing erratic. You know he's close, so close to the edge. But not yet. "Tell me about the last job, Hank. The one that went wrong."

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "It...it was a mistake. I didn't mean to get caught."

You cock your head, your eyes gleaming. "And what did you take?"

He grits his teeth, the struggle clear on his face. "A...a necklace. For...for my sister."

You nod, your hand moving faster now. "And why did you choose that necklace?"

"It...it was her birthday," he gasps, his eyes filling with tears. "I wanted to make her happy."

You lean in, your voice a gentle caress. "What was so special about that necklace?"

Hank's body jerks as he fights back the sob that threatens to escape. "It...it was one like our mother's. She...she never got to wear it. I wanted her to have something of hers."

The room feels heavier with the weight of his confession, the air thick with unshed tears. But you don't let up. You need all the information he has. "Where is it now, Hank?"

He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "I...I don't know. I had to ditch it when you...you caught me."

You stroke him a little faster, his cock hardening in your grip. "Where did you hide it?"

He moans, his hips bucking involuntarily, a tear slipping from his eye. "In...in a locker at the bus station. Number 43."

You nod, your hand moving faster, your strokes now a blur. He's close, so close. You can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. And then, with a strangled cry, he finally breaks, his body convulsing as he climaxes, hot cum spurting into the space between his stomach and the chair. You watch with a detached fascination, your hand still moving until the last tremor passes through him.

As he pants for breath, his body limp with exhaustion, you lean down and whisper in his ear, "Good boy." You give his cock one final squeeze before releasing it, watching as it goes soft again. You step back, your heart pounding in your chest. You've got what you wanted—his confession, the fence's name, the location of the necklace. But the game isn't over yet.

You pull a handkerchief from your pocket and offer it to him. He looks at it with a mix of disgust and gratitude, using it to clean himself up. You watch, your expression unreadable. "You know, Hank," you say, your voice low and calm, "you're not such a bad guy. Just...misplaced."

He glares up at you, his wrists still bound by the zip tie. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You shrug, tucking the handkerchief back in your pocket. "You had a reason. A good one, even." You lean back against the wall, crossing your arms again. "But you're still a thief."

The anger in his eyes fades to something else—despair, maybe. "What are you going to do to me?"

You smile, a cold, hard smile that sends a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Hank. That's not for me to decide."

You leave him there, the room echoing with the sound of his labored breathing. You've got your answers, but the night is still young. And there's so much more to uncover about Hank, the man behind the mask. As you walk back to your office, you can't help but wonder what other secrets he's hiding. And how much more of himself he'll be willing to give up before the dawn breaks.

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[confessionbrain-writings]

Stairway to Heaven - Hank Thompson

Pairings: Hank Thompson x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smutty content, unprotected p in v

A/N: Just seeing Austin as Hank in Caught Stealing got me reeling already, I'm afraid I can't cope when the movie comes out. Anyway, I went feral by seeing this photo and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's not exactly what I had in mind and it's definitely not perfect, but it's something. There will be mistakes, I quickly typed this out and am too tired to fix it, you've been warned. 🧡

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A deep, irritated sigh escaped your lips as you eyed the clock behind the bar. One hour. You’d been waiting one whole hour for your date, and he still wasn’t there. That motherfucker stood you up. 

The handsome bartender, Hank, noticed your sour mood. He swung the towel he was using to dry glasses over his shoulder and leaned casually against the bar. He crossed his arms and eyed the clock as well, giving you a knowing look.

“He still ain’t here, is he?” He asked, his voice deep and soft.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Clearly, I’m still here on my own, aren’t I? So, yeah. He ain’t here.”

A grin tugged at his lip at your sharp and bitter tone. “Shame to stand up a pretty girl like you.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to the asshole, ” you snapped and slurped the last bit of your drink before shoving it across the bar with more force than necessary.

He picked it up and placed it with the dirty dishes, before continuing with drying glasses. “I will. But you know… some people just don’t know a good thing when they have it. It’s his loss.”

“Ugh, I guess so.” You agreed and couldn’t stop the words from spilling over your lips, unable to control your frustration. “I’m mean, seriously. I even went to get my nails done, bought this new dress— hell, I even put on this uncomfortable but stunning heels!”

The build-up frustration made you stand up, while you continued your rant. “And for what? To sit here all by myself, sipping some mojitos looking like a loner and—“ a tearing feeling made you stop in your tracks and looked down at the back of your thigh.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You cursed upon eyeing the hole and growing ladder in your tights, caused by a chipped part of the barstool.

A chuckle made you look up. Hank eyed the tear and a smirk appeared upon his face.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, heat creeping into your cheeks.

“What’s funny,” he started, closing the distance so you could feel heat radiating from him, “is that you’re all dolled up for that asshole, but I’m the one getting a show.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his voice dropped an octave lower.

“And if I’m being honest, that ladder in your tights? Damn, it’s a stairway to heaven to me, and if you’ll let me, I’d gladly climb it.”

His words caught you off guard for a split second, the tension between you palpable and electric. Hank’s gaze changed and somehow your frustration transformed into anticipation, tension filling the air between you.

You leaned back so you could take a look at his face, checking if he was joking or not. The playful grin made way for a longing look, eyes flicking between yours and your lips. Your heart started to pound aggressively in your chest as you took a few shallow breaths.

“Well… maybe I’ll let you.” 

That was all the confirmation Hank needed. He made his way over and slung his arm over your shoulder, guiding you towards the back while he called to his co-worker Joe, to take over.

Before you knew it, you were cornered between shelves, carton boxes and crates. His broad hands roaming all over you, squeezing you at all the right places. Your heart-rate was skyrocketing, accompanied by your panting breath.

Your hands were trembling as you started to unbutton his shirt, and caught his eye, his usual blue eyes were now darkened with desire and it only fueled the building fire within you.

Without wasting another second he closed the distance and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was wild, sloppy and full of hunger. It felt like you were on fire, and your body was yearning. Yearning for him.

His hands roamed down your waist to your thighs, and a gasp left you when the sounds of ripping fabric filled the room. Hank had ripped your tights all the way up to a big hole, so your inner thighs and apex were kissed by the cool air of the storage room.

A hoarse laugh came from Hank. “Oh, you should see your face.”

You huffed back and started to unbutton his pants, quickly snaking your hand into his boxers to cup his growing bulge. His brows knitted together and a soft moan escaped him.

“You should see your face.” You countered as you started to stroke him. 

Hank answered with another huffed chuckle and grabbed your wrist, tugging at it sharply and turned you around, so your front was pressed against a shelf.

“Yeah? Well, let’s see your face when I’m done with you.”

Without wasting another second he flicked the skirt of your dress up, bending you roughly against the shelf so you were more exposed to him and pushed your thong to the side.

A squeak left you as you felt his hot breath against your throbbing core, quickly followed by a long and sensational stroke of his tongue which made your knees buckle. He leaned back and spat, spreading the saliva with his finger, teasing your entrance, which made you moan in pleasure.

Gosh, it felt like you were about to jump out of your skin and before you knew it, you begged him. “Please…just fuck me already.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He leaned back and made quick work of releasing his cock. A scraping noise of a crate being dragged across the floor made you look down, and watched how he had placed his foot on top of it, before lining himself up against your soaking entrance. His broad hands palmed your sides as he started to tilt his hips. 

He slowly filled you up, and the most sinful moan crawled its way out of your throat. You closed your eyes and reveled is the feeling of him stretching you open and filling you with his cock.

“Ah, fuck!” You moaned and pressed your hips back, eager to feel more of him. 

“So damn tight.” He groaned through clenched teeth and gripped your hips tighter. Slowly he started to thrust in and out. Your body starting to open up to him as he picked up his pace.

Moans and groans of pleasure started to escape the both of you. The building pleasure made you dig your nails into the wooden shelf as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

Hank praised you. Praising you on how amazing you felt and how you took him so well, causing goosebumps to break out all over your skin.

For fuck’s sake. This man was fucking you so good. So deliciously sinful and rough, it had nothing to do with making love, it was like a carnal need which both of you yearned for.

The shelf bucked against the wall with every hard thrust, causing some of the boxes with napkins and straws clatter onto the floor, but Hank didn’t care and neither did you. All what mattered was now, reveling in the pleasure the both of you experienced. 

One of Hank’s hands roamed over your thigh to the back of your knee, guiding it up onto the shelf so you were just standing on one leg, this way he created more access to enter your heavenly paradise. And goodness, this position made your body feel electric. 

Without losing a beat he kept on pounding into you like a madmen and you held on to the shelf for dear life. You felt how your heel was starting to slip from your foot and clattered to the floor, accompanying the other items from the shelf.

Hank started to grunt and his hips started to falter, him coming closer and closer to his release. His grip on your hips intensified and you were sure it would leave some bruises from how tight he held you. 

“Ah… mmmh.. fuck!” He cursed as he came. His thrust started to slow, creating a moment for the both of you to catch your panting breath. Your leg started to get a bit numb and you supported yourself onto your hands, turning your head to look at him.

His hair was tousled and a tiny drop of sweat adorned his brow, his lips were parted so his pants could escape. But his eyes were focused on the part where you still were connected. And he looked like… he looked like he was in a kind of haze, in a really good daydream, his expression filled with satisfaction. He lifted his gaze when he felt yours. A dazzling smile broke on his face as he shook his head. 

“You know,” he started and leaned forward, causing you to moan as he filled you once more. “I’m really glad I climbed those stairs, you know. Heaven is a place on earth, and it’s right there between your legs.”

His comment make you blush and you bit your lip. He cleared his throat as he gently pulled out and zipped himself up. He reached out for a napkin to clean you up.

“Meet me after my shift, so I can take you to my place.”

You shot him a questionable look. “Why would I do that?��� “I can assure you, you won’t regret it. And even though I know you enjoyed this fuck, you didn’t come. So let me make that up to you and take you to heaven.“

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[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[danowh0re]

༄❀ - 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐎

Literally taking requests anytime! I only write gn and male reader. Fluff, angst and smut is all welcomed! ☟︎︎

Haven't wrote for jimmy tree, David Sweat, but i am taking requests for them too!!

One shots!!

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) trans!reader (ftm) grinding on knee while calvin is writing (nsfw)

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) male!cis!reader annoying Calvin while writing and he ends up doing something about it (nsfw)

Series!!!

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) being close with waiter!reader

Headcanons/concepts!!!

❤︎ - (Alex jones) character hcs

❤︎ - (alex Jones) in a relationship

❤︎ - (Alex Jones) crushing on reader

❤︎ - (Alex jones) crafting

❤︎ - ( Brian f.f.n) relationship

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) cuddling

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) road trip

❤︎ - (luis ives) bf treating his princess

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) wooing y/n

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) relationship

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) relationship

❤︎ - (Calvin weir-fields) partner with daddy kink (nsfw)

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) relationship

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) first kiss

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) meeting his family

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) dwayne crushing

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) social s/o | part 2

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) cuddling

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) finding out he's colourblind

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/ns birthday

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n having a nightmare

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n having a panic attack

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) y/n being short

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) teaching German

❤︎ - (hank Thompson) male reader relationship

❤︎ - (hank Thompson) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (jay - okja) relationship

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) having a dog

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) s/o with glasses

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) comforting y/n

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) eddie x Bruce x reader having a panic attack

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) y/n talking about interest

❤︎ - (eli sunday) relationship

❤︎ - (eli sunday) crushing

❤︎ - (eli sunday) crushing on male reader

❤︎ - (joby taylor) relationship headcanons

❤︎ - (joby taylor) first kiss

❤︎ - (joby taylor) comforting y/n

❤︎ - (klitz) crushing on goth reader

❤︎ - (klitz) dating him

❤︎ - (klitz) dating opposite

❤︎ - (klitz) comforting soulmate

Moodboards/gifs/icons!!!

❤︎ - (Brian f.f.n) gifs

❤︎ - (nick flynn) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (klitz) gifs

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) smiling icons

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) icons

❤︎ - (dwayne hoover) icons/gifs

❤︎ - (joby taylor) layout

❤︎ - (jay - okja) gifs | part 2 | part 3

❤︎ - (Edward nashton) icons | part 2

❤︎ - (paul dano) gifs

❤︎ - (percy dolarhyde) gifs

❤︎ - (eli sunday) icons

Prompts!!!

❤︎ - (klitz) nsfw headcanons

❤︎ - (eli sunday) nsfw headcanons

[dano-only-fics]

Masterlist <3

PAUL DANO MASTERLIST

Notes: Feel free to request, I can't promise that I will write it though, but I will try. I will do smut but I'm not comfortable with any CNC or similar, also I will not write smut for any underage characters, don't be weird. Platonic Alex Jones only :)

~Brian (Fast Food Nation)~

People In Love Make Me Feel Yuck

SFW Headcanons

~Louis Ives (The Extra Man)~

Candy Says ~ 1|2|3|4 ~ WIP

~Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks)~

Washing Machine Heart ~ WIP

~Hank Thompson (Swiss Army Man)~

~Edward Nashton (The Riddler)~

Checkmate ~ WIP

~Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine)~

~Alex Jones (Prisoners)~ *PLATONIC ONLY*

~Jay (Okja)~

[light-is-typing]

I wanna start writing fanfics in english, I'll mainly keep them to one shots as I'm still practicing writing in English, and I'll try to do every request I get so, yeah, keep em coming :)

When sending a request, please specify reader's gender, and if they're afab/amab (for smut requests)

Characters I'll write for

Characters I won't write nsfw for are in purple

➭ Eli Sunday [there will be blood]

➭ Dwayne Hoover [Little Miss Sunshine]

➭ Klitz [The Girl Next Door]

➭ Eli Brooka [The Girl Next Door]

➭ Edward Nashton [The Batman]

➭ Brian [Fast Food Nation]

➭ Hank Thompson [Swiss Army Man]

➭ Calvin Weir-Fields [Ruby Sparks]

➭ Alex Jones [Prisoners]

➭ Nick Flynn [Being Flynn]

➭ Louis Ives [The Extra Man]

➭ Light [Light And The Sufferer]

➭ Lucas [The Good Heart]

➭ David Sweat [Escape At Dannemora]

➭ Jay [Okja]

➭ Percy Dolarhyde [Cowboys & Aliens]

As you can tell this is very much a Paul Dano heavy list but you may request any other character and if I know them I'd love to write for them :)

[ao3feed-gav900]

We could've had it all(and we do)

https://ift.tt/q5oCxGp by H311s_C0m1ng_s00n Gavin & Nines have to go on an undercover mission to arrest and apprehend the 3 suspects that could've killed the small Thompson family. Mary Thompson - the android ST300 Juliana Thompson - the android YK500 Christopher Thompson - human male They go to a rented out house for a month, close to where a giant concert is going to happen. The 3 suspects Axel Kerik, Hada Righn, and Kevin Jones are supposed to show up at, they are the band members after all. The asshole duo have to go undercover as a fake couple, and Nines has to act human The duo end up accidentally falling in love, Nines falls head over heels first, then Gavin, they end up becoming lovers. (Gavin is good at his job! I don't see how he's bad. The asshole coworkers in jobs tend to be the best at their jobs.) Who knows how the two will come out after this view-changing mission? Words: 2590, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Jeffrey Fowler, Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed's Cat, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Gay Disaster Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Siblings, Gavin Reed Redemption, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Protective Upgraded Connor | RK900, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has Feelings, Established Hank Anderson/Connor, Background Relationships, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Romance, Major Character Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Undercover as a Couple, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Slow Burn, No beta we die like Simon at Stratford Tower

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We could've had it all(and we do)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41045805 by H311s_C0m1ng_s00n Gavin & Nines have to go on an undercover mission to arrest and apprehend the 3 suspects that could've killed the small Thompson family. Mary Thompson - the android ST300 Juliana Thompson - the android YK500 Christopher Thompson - human male They go to a rented out house for a month, close to where a giant concert is going to happen. The 3 suspects Axel Kerik, Hada Righn, and Kevin Jones are supposed to show up at, they are the band members after all. The asshole duo have to go undercover as a fake couple, and Nines has to act human The duo end up accidentally falling in love, Nines falls head over heels first, then Gavin, they end up becoming lovers. (Gavin is good at his job! I don't see how he's bad. The asshole coworkers in jobs tend to be the best at their jobs.) Who knows how the two will come out after this view-changing mission? Words: 2590, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Jeffrey Fowler, Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed's Cat, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Gay Disaster Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Siblings, Gavin Reed Redemption, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Protective Upgraded Connor | RK900, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has Feelings, Established Hank Anderson/Connor, Background Relationships, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Romance, Major Character Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Undercover as a Couple, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Slow Burn, No beta we die like Simon at Stratford Tower read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41045805

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Zip Ties

Label Mature 18+

Summary Your boyfriend Hank is always in trouble, so when he asks to practice getting out of being zip-tied to a steering wheel —you just bring the zip ties.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Hank zip tied to a steering wheel •teasing •edging•dirty talk•blowjob• clit play•oral on fem•sex in a car •overstimulation•squirting• cream-pie•orgasm•aftercare

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Dedicated to: @aust-een @umika @austinbutlerfly @feralgodmothers

Zip Ties

Your boyfriends is in trouble—again, but when is Hank not in trouble? So when he tells you he wants to learn how to get out of zip ties while in a car, you just bring the zip ties without a second thought.

He slides into the passenger seat, placing a knife on the dashboard, his familiar smirk playing at his lips as he brings his wrists through the spokes of the steering wheel.

“Pull them real tight,” he instructs his voice low and hurried.

“Speaking from experience?” you joke, giving the ties a satisfying zip as you pull them tight around his wrists.

He shoots you a look with the hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve gotten out of,” he says, his tone somewhere between amusement and something a little darker.

With that, he sets his focus on his wrists, pulling against the plastic restraint. 

His shoulders tense and shift as he angles his arms. Every twist and pull makes his body strain just a little more, the effort evident in the way his jaw tightens. 

You watch him with amusement wondering what the hell spurred him into suddenly needing this particular skill.

“Hank I don’t think you’re getting out,” you say with intrigue as his breaths come in heavier, but his focus is absolute, even though the zip ties hold firm, unmoved by his struggle.

“If I could just…” he mutters, straining harder, “get the right angle.” He shifts, planting a foot against the floor, bracing himself as he pulls, his wrists beginning to turn red from the effort.

You can’t help but take in the sight, the way his frustration grows with every second he can’t break free.

He looks hot—there’s no denying it, with that look of pure determination in his eyes, the flex of his muscles, and the way he’s practically begging for release…in more ways than one.

A sly smile spreads across your lips as you watch his futile efforts. 

“What if you can’t get out Hank?” you ask, eyes glinting with mischief. He turns his attention on you and for a second, his defiant look tempered by something else.

“Then I’m fucked if this happens again,” he admits, his gaze dropping back to his wrists, now raw from his attempts. There’s a flush creeping up his neck, a stubborn determination that won’t let him give up—even though he’s clearly not breaking free.

“Fucked how?” you press, leaning in closer, unable to hide the smile in your voice. He gives you a look, eyes narrowing, his face tinged with color as he begins to realize his situation.

“Don’t start,” he warns, his voice a little rougher.

You reach over and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“And what if I start?” You ask, your voice softer, the look in your eyes daring him. “How would you stop me if I did?” You ask trailing your finger down his neck. 

He’s silent now and you can see his brain going a mile a minute—trapped in a car with my girlfriend ziptied to the steering wheel— you grin as you see the shift in his expression showing his surrender.

“Poor Hank” You coo leaning closer trailing your finger down his chest,

“You wanted to learn how to get out of zipties,” you say teasingly. “But now I’m starting to think I might like you right where you are.”

He lets out a breath, a flush creeping up his neck as his eyes flick downward.

You savor every second of his helplessness, taking in the way he looks at you, bound and vulnerable, and with a soft, teasing smile, you lean in, letting your lips meet his in a slow, deepening kiss. 

At first, he’s still, holding onto that last bit of resistance, but then you feel him give in, his lips parting as he kisses you back, his breath mingling with yours in a quiet, unspoken acceptance.

Slowly, you pull away from his mouth, letting the tension build as you trail kisses along his jaw, slow and deliberate, leading your way toward his ear.

“Do you know how much I want you right now?” You ask pressing a kiss on his jaw.

Your words make his chest rise and fall faster and as he meets your gaze, he’s unable to hide just how much he wants you too.

“Please,” he whispers, the single word rough and unguarded, revealing how eager he is. 

“Alright Hank” you say playfully.

You continue to trail kisses slowly drifting down his neck, savoring every inch as your lips brush against his skin. As you reach his chest, you let your fingers trail along the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it open wider, exposing more of him to your touch. 

Your eyes trail downward to his lap seeing the unmistakable outline of his hard cock pressing against the denim. 

The sight alone sends a thrill through you, and without hesitation you reach down unbuttoning and lowering the zipper of his jeans. 

You slide your fingers into his waistband, tugging just enough to make him feel it, then glance up at him with a lustful gaze. “Lift for me,” you say, the words filled with a taunting edge.

With a low breath, he shifts, lifting his hips just enough to let you slide his jeans down his thighs. His big cock springs free, thick and hard, swaying slightly before it settles in his lap.

You glance up, meeting his gaze, and see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, that slight edge of desperation he can’t quite hide.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Hank?” You ask with a hint of playfulness.

The flush on his face deepens, spreading down his chest as he closes his eyes for a second, jaw tight, as if somehow that will help him push down his need.

He exhales sharply, his voice heavy with vulnerability as he answers. “Yes.”

You grin, savoring the control you hold over him and gently push his legs open wider as you lean into his lap.

Your lips reach his inner thigh first, pressing soft teasing kisses against his skin and his breath catches feeling how close you are to his cock. 

His body tenses as you take more time, letting your lips linger with each kiss, moving slowly up his thigh.

You lift slightly, letting your tongue lick a smooth line along his thigh until his breath catches, then your mouth descends, biting the sweet spot that makes his cock twitch as he groans above you waiting to be sucked.

You instead only flick your tongue along the base of his cock driving him insane as his thighs tense until they begin tremble.  

“Baby please” he whispers losing all resolve.

His cock is rock hard now a deep shade of pink as the tip weeps precum, but instead of satisfying his need you lift back up to face him. 

“Do you want to come Hank? “ you ask swirling your thumb along his sensitive tip as his hips buck up instantly seeking more.

“Y-Yes…” he pants, the word tumbling from his lips, strained and desperate, barely holding himself together as he watches you.

Without hesitation, you lower yourself, bringing his tip into your mouth licking and kissing along the sensitive head before taking him deeper as you begin to suck his cock.

His eyes close involuntarily, his head tipping back, surrendering completely to the sheer bliss washing over him.

You glide from the top to the middle, then back up again, your lips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every inch as you take his cock deeper with each pass.

You feel his body tense as you push yourself to take him as deeply as you can and his  breaths turn ragged as your lips stretch tightly around him until you reach your limit. 

The soft sounds of his restrained pleasure only fuel your arousal, driving you to take him harder and faster, your rhythm intensifying as you suck him deeply, taking his cock all the way in and out, then back in again.

Each time you take him fully, you feel his cock twitch, his breaths turning into barely contained, shaky gasps.

“Baby—” he chokes out, as if he hadn’t expected you to go this far and intense on him.

His hands clench in the steering wheel, his wrists digging against the ziptie in as he fights to keep some semblance of control.

You keep sucking him steady and unrelenting, your own moans vibrating against him as you lose yourself in the rhythm. His smooth, hard cock feels incredible in your mouth, his taste lingering on your tongue, rich and intoxicating, making you want more with every pass

Your saliva is everywhere wetting his cock and as you glide up and down you suck him as deeply as you can, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat. You hold his cock there for as long as you can until you hear a desperate moan escape his lips finally losing control. 

His cock jerks inside your mouth as his voice chokes off showing just how close he to coming.

Suddenly, he tenses, a hint of panic rising in his voice as he whispers, “Babe, wait!”

But you don’t let up, savoring the way he’s unraveling under your touch his hips bucking against your mouth.

He lets out a strangled, nearly desperate sound, practically whimpering as he tries again, his voice even sharper this time, “Someone’s coming!” 

The words break though this time and you freeze, your heart skipping as you hear the faint sound of voices nearby.

You both thought this spot was secluded, hidden enough to give you privacy—but clearly, someone’s closer than either of you had anticipated. 

His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, torn between the thrill and the threat of being caught.

Quickly, you pull back just slightly, your breath warm against his cock as you listen to the sound of footsteps growing nearer.

“Cut me free!” he whispers urgently, his voice heavy with tension, the situation shifting instantly to serious.

You don’t hesitate, reaching over to grab the knife from the dash. With one swift, precise slice, you cut through the ziptie, freeing his wrists.

He flexes his hands, quickly rubbing at the marks left by the tip ties, his eyes darting toward the source of the voices.

Adrenaline is flooding your veins as you slip your back to the seat, both of your alert and ready to act natural if anyone appears. 

You don’t even catch a glimpse of who was approaching as the sound of far-off voices begins to fade in the distance, footsteps retreating back the way they came. The tension in your chest slowly loosens, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the close call slip away.

Before you can even fully relax Hank hands find your waist and he pushes you down against the seat, his eyes dark and filled with barely restrained lust.

His hands find your hips, fingers hooking into your panties as he hastily pulls them off. 

You’re practically dripping out of your pussy as his eyes darken in delight seeing just how wet you are.

Without hesitation he pushes your legs up to your chest pressing his tip against your entrance. 

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” He says his eyes intense, his usual control slipping as he stares at you, clearly pushed far beyond his limits.

He thrusts himself into you hard and full stretching you to a depth that makes a sharp, involuntary sound rip from your throat and he holds you firmly in place savoring the sight of you as your walls tighten on his cock.

Your lips are parted, your chest rising and falling with every shaky breath, and your eyes are hazy, desperate with need—completely cock drunk  for him and he knows it.

“Baby —I’m not gonna last long ,” he admits, his voice rough, almost desperate. “But I’m gonna make both of us come”

His grip tightens on your thighs, his body pressed firmly against yours, as if he needs to feel every part of you to satisfy the need you’ve ignited in him.

He closes the distance in an instant, capturing your lips with a fierce, breathless kiss as he starts to fuck you hard and raw. 

He holds your thighs up firmly anchoring you in place with such a possessive grip that all you can do is moan as he thrusts into you, the squishing noises of your wet pussy turning him on even more. 

“Oh fuck-fuck-I’m gonna come” he pants as he begins pounding into you, hips smacking as you slowly you feel the tightening of your core deep inside.

“Please come in me—please fill me—please Hank” you babble incoherently whimpering and moaning losing your mind beneath him. 

He tries to hold back but his cock twitches and his pace falters, he groans gripping your thighs tighter but he can’t hold back and he comes. He yells with frustration and pleasure as he releases in you, hips thrusting their hardest.

You moan in pleasure as he holds you in place taking every inch of his cock as you take every last drop of his come.

Then he slowly pulls out keeping your legs held in place.

“I’m gonna make sure you come” he says breathlessly.

He keeps you to place hands behind your knees making you hold them back.

Then he takes three fingers rubbing them across your wet sensitive clit. 

You moan beneath him your body jerking as he starts playing with your clit, pressing it squeezing it.

You become so wet he can't resist and bends down between your thighs pulling your legs over his shoulders as he starts licking your pussy. 

He bites and sucks on your sensitive inner lips until your pushing against his face crying his name, then he pushes two fingers inside you.

He starts finger fucking you with your clit still held between his teeth and it feels so pleasurable you think your going to pee. “Hank-wait!” You squeal as you try to push him back, try to loosen your legs but he places his hands firm on top of yours forcing you in place.

You bite your lip eyes screwing shut trying to stop whats going to happen, but his fingers fuck your harder and faster as he holds your clit between his teeth and as he bites down you come, liquid squirting as you scream his name. 

He moans deeply against you, his mouth lingering as he laps up every last drop, and when he finally releases your legs, there’s a gentleness in his movements.

He trails slow, lingering kisses along your skin, his lips brushing over your thighs, up your stomach, along your chest, taking his time with each touch. When he finally reaches your lips, he pauses, his gaze locking onto yours, filled with a depth of emotion that says more than words ever could.

Then, he captures your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss, his mouth moving against yours with so much passion it leaves you both breathless.

He pulls back, staring into your eyes, his gaze soft, as his thumbs gently brush along your temples. 

“You drove me absolutely crazy,” he grins, his voice filled with warmth. “And I love you for it.”

You meet his gaze, pride flickering in yours as you fight to catch your breath. “Maybe I’ll… zip tie you… more often,” you tease with a playful smile on your lips.

He grins, pulling you even closer, his body warm and firm against yours. “I have to admit,” he says with a smirk, “This was definitely hotter than the first time when two guys held me hostage zip-tied to a steering wheel.”

You burst into laughter, his unexpected confession catching you completely off guard. He tries to shush you, pressing a finger lightly to your lips to tell you the full story, but he’s shaking barely able to keep a straight face himself. Before long, the two of you are having a fit of laughter, caught up in the absurdity and joy of the moment—because really, when is Hank not in trouble.

🧢 End 🧢

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But Here We Are by AppleJacks1552 (AppleJ)

Title: But Here We Are and over AO3

Author: AppleJacks1552 and AppleJ

Fanfiction Author ID: 11453600

Summary: A What If story: Rogue is uneXpectedly eXpecting, but nothing is ever THAT simple in the life of an X-Man. What secret will Gambit discover that complicates their happily-ever-after? MANY thanks to the very wonderful and gracious Ludi for her insightful beta read! Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Marvel. This is actually a multi chapter brought over from Ao3.

Rate: M

Fanfiction ID: 13219592

Universe: X-Men and X-Men (Comicverse) also X-Men - All Media Types

Characters: Dr. H. McCoy/Beast/Hank, Remy L./Gambit, Raven D./Mystique, Anna Marie/Rogue

Genre: Romance/Mystery

Additional tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut Family Feels Fluff and Humor Suspense the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Cute Kids Pregnancy Fights Blood and Violence Birth Cats Romance Dialogue Heavy Canon Compliant What-If Marvel 616 References X-Men References Mystery Time Travel Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net Mr.&Mrs.X X-Men:The End X-Treme X-Men - Freeform Extermination

Status: Complete.

Published: Feb 26, 2019, over AO3 was published in Feb 24 same year.

Word Count: 33,988 in oneshot over FF.net and 30 chapters on AO3.

Content/Author Notes: Extrapolated to take place after the events of Mr&MrsX 2018 by Kelly Thompson. Inspiration taken from characters introduced in Extermination 2018 by Ed Brisson and also by the theme of the 2015 Spiderwoman by Dennis Hopeless along with several excellent CBR forum discussions and Chris Claremont's X-Men:The End & Extreme X-Men. This is a type of story I don't think Marvel would do right now for these characters or maybe ever ... at least not for quite a while anyway. And I am very okay with that! However, for some of us impatient old-timers it is fun to wonder "What If" and also if Ed Brisson is totally trolling us right now. So Ed, this one's for you! ; ) Even if you'll probably never read it. I also added a few little Easter eggs for some fellow Romy friends to enjoy. This is very fluffy and angsty, but hopefully also funny with just a touch of romance and smut (hard to avoid with these two characters). It picks up with some action and hopefully suspense about halfway through. Rated mature mainly for the little bit of smut, some strong language, and a few intense moments and depictions of violence. Just an FYI, the chapters are very short! This is attempt #2 at writing fanfic, so hopefully I learned a few things along the way. MANY MANY thanks to the very wonderful and gracious @ludi-ling for her insightful beta read!!!

Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Marvel. I'm only jumping in the sandbox to play with their toys. Not for profit!

I recommend this because @applejacks1552 is a real fan on the Romy fandom, probably you have read some of her letters on R&G and MMX and all the insight she does over Twitter. This fic is another proves of a dedicated fan doing her good research and filling the blank spaces that Marvel probably will never fill.

@mr-and-mrs-lebeau did a perfect post about all this. You can read it here. 

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The Dead Don’t Die - Reylo AU

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/31OJ3O9

by LucilleFuhrArt

Ben Solo is one of three police officers in the small town of Centerville. Rey is just passing through while on a road trip with her friends. They are brought together when an environmental disaster leads to strange happenings around town. Hours of daylight have shifted, the moon is closer to the earth, animals are becoming aggressive, and scientists are warning citizens to seek shelter. Everyone has a bad feeling about this.

Words: 1511, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, The Dead Don't Die (2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Cliff Robertson, Ronnie Peterson, Hank Thompson, Mindy Morrison, Mallory O’Brien, Zelda Winston

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Zombies, Zombie Apocalypse, Zombie AU, sort of slow burn, sort of canon compliant, Character deaths only from the Dead Don’t Die, i can’t kill off Star Wars characters, some smut, not a lot, i will tag the chapters once they’re posted, Aliens, Spoilers

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Marvel Oneshots

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by marvel_fanfictions

Think I got enough tags? Requests are open Please read first chapter for details about slots.

Words: 1588, Chapters: 3/40, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain Marvel (2019), Black Panther (2018), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man (Ultimateverse), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Scott Lang, T'Challa (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Mantis (Marvel), Reed Richards, Pietro Maximoff, Rocket Raccoon, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), James Rhodes, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Laura Barton, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Fandral (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Skurge | The Executioner, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Volstagg (Marvel), Colonel Phillips, Abraham Erskine, Gabe Jones, George Barnes (Marvel), Howard Stark, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Joseph Rogers, Peggy Carter, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sarah Rogers, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Winifred Barnes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Maria Stark, Betty Ross, Thaddeus Ross, May Parker (Spider-Man), Aaron Davis (Marvel), Gwen Stacy, Amadeus Cho, Daniel Thomas, Mary Jane Watson, Michelle Jones, Miles Morales, Ned Leeds, Richard Rider, Victor Alvarez, Ben Parker, Flash Thompson, Flash Thompson | Venom, Angela del Toro, Silver Surfer, M'Baku (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, Nebula (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Cassie Lang, Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Luis (Ant-Man movies)

Relationships: Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Scott Lang, Cassie Lang & Scott Lang, Scott Lang/Steve Rogers, Scott Lang/Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang/Peter Parker, Scott Lang/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes/T'Challa, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Shuri & T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Rogers/T'Challa, Natasha Romanov/T'Challa, Clint Barton/T'Challa, Scott Lang/T'Challa, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Loki/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Peter Quill, James "Bucky" Barnes/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Everett Ross/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Loki/Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer/Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora/Groot/Peter Quill/Rocket Raccoon, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson, Gamora/Peter Quill, Gamora/Nebula (Marvel), Gamora/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton/Thor, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Thor, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Loki, Loki/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Sam Wilson, Loki/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Loki/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peter Parker, Bruce Banner/Peter Parker, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster/Thor, Tony Stark/Thor, Sif/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor, Natasha Romanov/Thor, Peter Parker/Thor, Tony Stark/Vision, Ultron/Vision, Thor/Vision, Steve Rogers/Vision, Pietro Maximoff/Vision, Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: One Shot, Requests, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Domestic, No Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, No Spoilers, Spoilers will be mentioned in chapter summaries, Feels, Angst and Feels, Additional Warnings Apply, Chapter warnings

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by marvel_fanfictions

Think I got enough tags? Please read first chapter for details about slots.

Words: 749, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain Marvel (2019), Black Panther (2018), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man (Ultimateverse), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Scott Lang, T'Challa (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Mantis (Marvel), Reed Richards, Pietro Maximoff, Rocket Raccoon, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), James Rhodes, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Laura Barton, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Fandral (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Skurge | The Executioner, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Volstagg (Marvel), Colonel Phillips, Abraham Erskine, Gabe Jones, George Barnes (Marvel), Howard Stark, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Joseph Rogers, Peggy Carter, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sarah Rogers, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Winifred Barnes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Maria Stark, Betty Ross, Thaddeus Ross, May Parker (Spider-Man), Aaron Davis (Marvel), Gwen Stacy, Amadeus Cho, Daniel Thomas, Mary Jane Watson, Michelle Jones, Miles Morales, Ned Leeds, Richard Rider, Victor Alvarez, Ben Parker, Flash Thompson, Flash Thompson | Venom, Angela del Toro, Silver Surfer, M'Baku (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, Nebula (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Cassie Lang, Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Luis (Ant-Man movies)

Relationships: Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Scott Lang, Cassie Lang & Scott Lang, Scott Lang/Steve Rogers, Scott Lang/Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang/Peter Parker, Scott Lang/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes/T'Challa, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Shuri & T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Rogers/T'Challa, Natasha Romanov/T'Challa, Clint Barton/T'Challa, Scott Lang/T'Challa, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Loki/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Peter Quill, James "Bucky" Barnes/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Everett Ross/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Loki/Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer/Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora/Groot/Peter Quill/Rocket Raccoon, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson, Gamora/Peter Quill, Gamora/Nebula (Marvel), Gamora/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton/Thor, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Thor, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Loki, Loki/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Sam Wilson, Loki/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Loki/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peter Parker, Bruce Banner/Peter Parker, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster/Thor, Tony Stark/Thor, Sif/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor, Natasha Romanov/Thor, Peter Parker/Thor, Tony Stark/Vision, Ultron/Vision, Thor/Vision, Steve Rogers/Vision, Pietro Maximoff/Vision, Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: One Shot, Requests, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Domestic, No Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, No Spoilers, Spoilers will be mentioned in chapter summaries, Feels, Angst and Feels, Additional Warnings Apply, Chapter warnings

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Marvel Oneshots

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by marvel_fanfictions

Think I got enough tags? Please read first chapter for details about slots.

Words: 749, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain Marvel (2019), Black Panther (2018), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man (Ultimateverse), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Scott Lang, T'Challa (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Mantis (Marvel), Reed Richards, Pietro Maximoff, Rocket Raccoon, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), James Rhodes, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Laura Barton, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Fandral (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Skurge | The Executioner, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Volstagg (Marvel), Colonel Phillips, Abraham Erskine, Gabe Jones, George Barnes (Marvel), Howard Stark, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Joseph Rogers, Peggy Carter, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sarah Rogers, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Winifred Barnes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Maria Stark, Betty Ross, Thaddeus Ross, May Parker (Spider-Man), Aaron Davis (Marvel), Gwen Stacy, Amadeus Cho, Daniel Thomas, Mary Jane Watson, Michelle Jones, Miles Morales, Ned Leeds, Richard Rider, Victor Alvarez, Ben Parker, Flash Thompson, Flash Thompson | Venom, Angela del Toro, Silver Surfer, M'Baku (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, Nebula (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Cassie Lang, Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Luis (Ant-Man movies)

Relationships: Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Scott Lang, Cassie Lang & Scott Lang, Scott Lang/Steve Rogers, Scott Lang/Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang/Peter Parker, Scott Lang/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes/T'Challa, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Shuri & T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Rogers/T'Challa, Natasha Romanov/T'Challa, Clint Barton/T'Challa, Scott Lang/T'Challa, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Loki/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Peter Quill, James "Bucky" Barnes/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Everett Ross/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Loki/Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer/Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora/Groot/Peter Quill/Rocket Raccoon, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson, Gamora/Peter Quill, Gamora/Nebula (Marvel), Gamora/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton/Thor, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Thor, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Loki, Loki/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Sam Wilson, Loki/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Loki/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peter Parker, Bruce Banner/Peter Parker, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster/Thor, Tony Stark/Thor, Sif/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor, Natasha Romanov/Thor, Peter Parker/Thor, Tony Stark/Vision, Ultron/Vision, Thor/Vision, Steve Rogers/Vision, Pietro Maximoff/Vision, Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: One Shot, Requests, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Domestic, No Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, No Spoilers, Spoilers will be mentioned in chapter summaries, Feels, Angst and Feels, Additional Warnings Apply, Chapter warnings

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by marvel_fanfictions

Think I got enough tags? Requests are open Please read first chapter for details about slots.

Words: 1588, Chapters: 3/40, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain Marvel (2019), Black Panther (2018), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man (Ultimateverse), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Scott Lang, T'Challa (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Johnny Storm, Tony Stark, Mantis (Marvel), Reed Richards, Pietro Maximoff, Rocket Raccoon, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Ben Grimm, Thor (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), James Rhodes, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Laura Barton, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Fandral (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Skurge | The Executioner, En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster, Volstagg (Marvel), Colonel Phillips, Abraham Erskine, Gabe Jones, George Barnes (Marvel), Howard Stark, Jacques Dernier, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, Joseph Rogers, Peggy Carter, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sarah Rogers, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Winifred Barnes, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Maria Stark, Betty Ross, Thaddeus Ross, May Parker (Spider-Man), Aaron Davis (Marvel), Gwen Stacy, Amadeus Cho, Daniel Thomas, Mary Jane Watson, Michelle Jones, Miles Morales, Ned Leeds, Richard Rider, Victor Alvarez, Ben Parker, Flash Thompson, Flash Thompson | Venom, Angela del Toro, Silver Surfer, M'Baku (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Okoye (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, Nebula (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Cassie Lang, Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Luis (Ant-Man movies)

Relationships: Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Scott Lang, Cassie Lang & Scott Lang, Scott Lang/Steve Rogers, Scott Lang/Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang/Peter Parker, Scott Lang/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes/T'Challa, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Shuri & T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Rogers/T'Challa, Natasha Romanov/T'Challa, Clint Barton/T'Challa, Scott Lang/T'Challa, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Loki/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Peter Quill, James "Bucky" Barnes/Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Everett Ross/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Loki/Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange, Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange, Drax the Destroyer/Peter Quill, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora, Drax the Destroyer/Gamora/Groot/Peter Quill/Rocket Raccoon, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Tony Stark/Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson, Gamora/Peter Quill, Gamora/Nebula (Marvel), Gamora/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton/Thor, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Thor, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner/Betty Ross, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Loki, Loki/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Sam Wilson, Loki/Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Loki/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peter Parker, Bruce Banner/Peter Parker, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster/Thor, Tony Stark/Thor, Sif/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor, Natasha Romanov/Thor, Peter Parker/Thor, Tony Stark/Vision, Ultron/Vision, Thor/Vision, Steve Rogers/Vision, Pietro Maximoff/Vision, Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: One Shot, Requests, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Domestic, No Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, No Spoilers, Spoilers will be mentioned in chapter summaries, Feels, Angst and Feels, Additional Warnings Apply, Chapter warnings

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