#team rocket james smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

james smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (24/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokèmon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “Jessie and James smut hcs? I’m over 18+👍”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!james, oral sex, references to body worship, praise kink, gentle sex

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

james is a more submissive leaning switch who prefers gentle love making over carnal pleasure — he enjoys being able to worship and appreciate you, or be worshipped and appreciated by you, whenever you’re able to spend some alone time together (especially after a failed mission for team rocket when he’s in a particularly low mood)

he’s all about romance and makes sure that every time you have sex, you feel appreciated and adored — hell, if you give him the time then he might just go the full nine yards: a box of your favourite treats, rose petals on the bed sheets, your favourite scented candles, and a rose held between his teeth as he waits for you in a suitably sexy pose

he loves going down on you and almost seems to get off on it more than you do: wrapping your legs around his head whilst he lays flat on his stomach, massaging your thighs and stomach as he pleases you with his mouth, occasionally pulling away to kiss your inner thighs and talk about just how attractive you look/sound in moments like this, and so on

run your hands through his hair when he’s between your legs and call him your ‘good boy’, your ‘pretty boy’, and just ‘yours’, and james is in absolute heaven — you’ll even see those pretty eyes flutter close as he gets absolutely drunk on your [cock / cunt]

the best way to get him out of a rut, those times where his usual confidence and flair dissipates and he seems almost deflated and depressed, is to spend a day pampering him completely — and not just sexually: run him a hot bubble bath and share it with him, wash his hair and body tenderly whilst earnestly complimenting him and assuring him that he’s loved wholly (perceived flaws and all), kiss all over his face until the barest traces of a smile are starting to appear on his face, kiss the palms of his hands and the backs and his fingertips and knuckles, dry his hair by hand, take him to the bed and worship every inch of his body (kiss him, mark him, ride him, fuck him, love him), show him that he’s adored whilst telling him just how much you love him, precisely what you love about him

by the end of the night he’ll be in much better spirits and, after a good therapeutic cry, he’ll hold you in his arms and the two of you will be able to drift into a peaceful, warm sleep for the rest of the night until the late morning

james is extremely vocal in the bedroom even when he doesn’t intend to be, to the extent that you’ll have to gag him when you have other people staying with you just to prevent the awkward small talk the next day — he’s all loud theatric moans, plentiful blasphemes, deep groans that go straight to your core, high pitched sighs, and other sounds that are utterly pornographic and yet are completely natural to him

[olddirtybadfic]

if this ship sinks, i won't blame the mermaids for eating my fingers off

I may have blueshipped too close to the vortex. Now I'm spiraling in a whirlpool of horny Gyarados and the submarine really isn't helping matters.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Meowth was a sucker for round things. In his gravid state, James fit the description to a “T.”

He gazed across the bed. James was laid out on his back, the moonlight from the window falling on the rise of his kitten bump. His hair fanned out over the pillow like so much blue silk. A slender hand nestled against his lower belly. A moon-pale, delicate foot poked out from under the sheets.

He let his eyes rest on that foot, with its finely shaped arch and soft toes. James often complained about the appearance of his swollen feet, but Meowth saw things differently. The few harsh angles were softened, emphasizing the smoothness of James’s skin. But maybe he was just so attracted to James, it didn’t matter what his feet looked like.

Meowth remembered the experiment that started this whole thing. They’d been asked by Team Rocket labs to participate in a special breeding experiment to determine if humans and Pokémon could interbreed. Since their team wasn’t exactly bringing in the powerful Pokémon, the higher-ups figured they could at least be useful as test subjects.

The fact that Meowth and James had already started a Pokébestial relationship was merely a bonus.

He let his mind drift back to their first breeding attempt. His Jimmy had been a virgin before the relationship, but he learned quick (at least when it came to sex). Within a few tries, Meowth had him squealing so loud, they probably woke the whole forest. Jessie invested in a comfortable set of earplugs after the first few times.

Meowth could hear the falsetto moan James had let out when he slid into him. He could almost get drunk on the memory of that potent perfume of roses, Victreebel saliva, and human pheromones that made up James’s signature scent. As James rolled his hips, the sides of his entrance caressed Meowth’s dick in a warm, wet embrace.

He remembered how James had gripped the sheets as he plunged deeper. James was panting like he’d pedaled the Magikarp sub around the entire Orange Archipelago. The pheromones radiated from hair as blue and wet as any ocean while Meowth plumbed James’s depths.

“Blast me off, Meowth,” James was moaning. “Blast me sky high so I can fall pregnant back to earth!”

So Meowth just started blasting.

That seemed to send James into orbit. His eyelashes fluttered and he twitched all over like he was getting shocked by Pikachu. Meowth vaguely remembered James biting the back of his fingers, as if he needed to balance the pleasure with pain. Meowth couldn’t be sure that was what was happening, though. He was wrapped up in his own climax as he planted his seed in James.

In that moment, he understood completely why Victreebel always wanted a taste of James. The smells coming off of James were sweeter than any Sweet Scent he’d faced in battle (not that he’d been in many battles; Meowth considered himself a different kind of Pokémon).

The scent reminded Meowth that it was now his cue to grab James’s dick and roll it between his paws. Gently, of course—his Jimmy was very sensitive. Just a few swivels were enough to push him over the edge.

Cats excelled at pushing things over the edge.

James’s rocket blasted off spectacularly. The ropes shot out like he’d just deployed a Poké-napping net. By the time he was spent, it looked like a Spinarak shot web across his stomach.

Meowth fell into the spot beside James as both of them basked in the afterglow. Meowth was purring. James was purring. Meowth grabbed James’s hand in his paw. James let out a barely audible sigh.

After they’d calmed down a bit, James had looked down at his stomach. “I made such a mess,” he said in mock remorse.

Meowth had rolled over to watch James clenchingly make his way to the bathroom. He didn’t know why, but he fixated on the pearls of jism rolling down James’s thigh. Probably because they, too, were round. Meowth was always a sucker for round things.

Over the next few weeks, it took them a few more tries, but eventually Meowth knocked James up. And here they were now.

Meowth was brought out of his reverie by a soft yawn. James shifted in his sleep, then opened his eyes and gave Meowth a smoldering half-smile. The half-mast eyelids and pheromone cocktail fanned the two green flames.

His Jimmy was rustled.

-O-o-O-

The heat was rising within James. The urge was upon him again.

James knew he wasn’t really in heat, of course. He was still pregnant, and humans didn’t go into heat, anyway. But as of late, he’d been feeling as though he might start caterwauling if Meowth didn’t stick him right then and there.

Ever since James had entered the latter weeks of his pregnancy, his hormones had been driving him mad. He and Meowth hadn’t copulated since it started and James had discovered quickly that certain desires did not wane, even after they’d served their purpose. His libido was somewhat dampened in the early stages, however. It was hard to get in the mood when one was virtually a vomit fountain.

Fortunately for him, his morning sickness subsided as the gestation wore on. Now his only issue was that he was too sleepy to think about sex.

No…. That wasn’t quite right. James had enjoyed a number of erotic dreams over the past few weeks. They ran the gamut from simple but sweet (James, clapping his buttocks on Meowth’s cock in a sort of anal applause) to stimulating and steamy.

One such fantasy transpired thus. James had washed up, sans raiment, on an unknown shore. The population appeared to consist entirely of tiny talking Meowths. Their Lilliputian leader was a hot air balloonist and announced that he wished to welcome the nude giant. He climbed into a hot air balloon with a phallus affixed to the basket. Just as he was about to dock it in the cave on James’s backside, a tidal wave sprang up from the ocean. James had woken up drenched in sweat. He also needed to change the sheets.

Another saw him as a fiery Moltres, soaring high above the earth. Meowth bounded after him in hot pursuit. James swooped down, flames trailing behind, and landed in a circle of flaming stones. There, he waited and watched as Meowth caught up to him. Meowth marched right into the ring of fire, the words “I am the unburnt,” on his lips. He rode James the Moltres, but not through the sky. James woke from that one feeling very flaming indeed.

Yet another flight of fancy put him in a hall of mirrors in front of a Jack-in-the-Box. Though the reflections were distorted, James could make out that he was sporting pigtails and a clown nose. In place of a crank, the Jack-in-the-Box bore a perfect replica of Meowth’s penis. James instinctively knew to massage the penis on the box. Out popped Meowth, dressed in a harlequin print jester costume. 

At that point in the dream, James’s nipples began to throb; he looked down and saw that they had transformed into bright red orbs, a funhouse mirror image of his clown nose. Meowth seemed intrigued by this; he put his paws on James’s nipples and gently squeezed. Each squeeze produced a honking sound and an arc of milk that Meowth caught in his mouth. James’s nethers were a flower squirting a liquid that was decidedly not seltzer. James awakened from that one with a tent in his pajamas and his teats tender and leaking.

He also had a craving for cream pie and Meowth was the only chef with the recipe.

Back in the present, James felt a flush rise on his face. He was hit by a sudden rush of shame at his loss of mental control, their failure to capture Pikachu, even his dreadful lack of sexual knowledge before the experiment. Meowth practically had to explain sex to him, since his parents hadn’t seen fit to. So many shames; it rhymed with James.

Meowth must have read it on his face. “No, Jimmy,” he said, placing a comforting set of paws on James’s shoulders. “It’s okay. You got needs, too.” Meowth’s voice was gentle, but James could hear undertones of reciprocal rut. The timing was perfect.

“I need you, Meowth. Right now.”

James didn’t need to ask twice. Meowth helped him out of his pajamas—no easy feat, considering how swollen James was at the moment, even with the lubricious luster his lust did muster. Verily, the sweat might have hindered Meowth’s removal of James’s clothing. Waiting only made James more randy. In his delirium, he found himself half whispering, half chanting, “Come, kitty. Come, kitty.”

Meowth chuckled. “We’ll get dere, Jimmy. Don’t getcha panties in a knot.”

“Growlithes have knots,” James thought. “But Meowth has a French tickler dick.” He’d learnt that the first time they coupled. He wondered if Meowth could control each individual nodule, like a Tentacruel and its tentacles. He could never quite remember to ask.

He couldn’t very well ask with Meowth’s lips pressing against his. And as soon as Meowth’s musk wafted into his nose, he forgot completely. The human sense of smell was not as strong as a Meowth’s, but the pregnancy hormones had sharpened James’s nose. Notes of catnip stood out in a scent stream sweeter than that tree sap Victreebel and Heracross loved.

“Like da taste?” Meowth asked, lapping at James’s chin.

“Yes,” James breathed. Baked tuna: James had cooked it for their dinner that evening.

Meowth worked his way down, giving ample attention to James’s nipples. No honking resulted; the only sounds were Meowth’s sucking and James’s low moaning as Meowth’s tongue nodules dandled James's dugs.

“Like the taste?” James drawled.

Meowth grinned. “Your milk’s comin’ in early.”

Meowth moved ever southward, brushing over the great dome that housed their five kittens. James giggled as Meowth rubbed himself all over the sensitive swelling.

“Oh, James, you’re so round.” Meowth swirled his tail around James’s sides. He tongued James’s navel, the nodules tracing the feathery white stretch marks.

James barely heard him. “Goodness gracious….”

“You ain’t seen nuttin’ yet.” Meowth slid himself into James’s crotch. He lifted James’s penis and nudged a feline finger into the orifice beneath. Those kitty beans on his pork sword were getting James nice and marinated.

Meowth noticed instantly. “You’re soaked. Lucky for you, I love dis kinda wet.”

Meowth dove in headfirst. James let out a cry of pleasure as he felt the nodules on his inner walls. He rolled his hips as much as his condition would allow. Meowth gyrated his own hips, causing his penis to stir inside of James like a spoon in cake batter. James kegeled on Meowth’s cock. Would that he had grippers in his nethers; he could massage every node on Meowth’s dick.

Meowth threw his head back, his whiskers fanning around his face. “I’m comin’, Jimmy!” he declared to the stars above. “I think it’s time!” His tail whipped around like a helicopter’s blade.

James was too far-gone to stay quiet. “Fill me with your white tomorrow!” he cried.

Meowth filled James like a cream pastry. James nipped at the back of his forefinger joints. It did little to curb his enthusiasm. He hoped Jessie’s earplugs held up.

But, oh. Oh no. His own cannoli was about to go explody. He’d forgotten to put on protection; he’d have such a mess to clean up and, in his state, he didn’t know if he’d have the energy.

Meowth seemed to notice his mild distress. “Don’t worry, Jimmy. I gotcha.” He pulled out of James and disappeared below the bump.

“Bless him,” James thought, tears misting his eyes. “He’s going to save me the cleanup.” 

Meowth closed his mouth around James’s penis and commenced the fellatio. He was always such a sucker for round things.

-O-o-O-o-O-

*puts on clown nose, walks plank, lands in James and Meowth's sex sweat* TONIGHT WE DINE ON DOVE

[with-my-calamitous-love]

JAMES DEAN DAYDREAM LOOK IN YOUR EYES ♫

rockstar! chuuya x popstar! reader

part 2/3

smut! you are responsible for what you read 💿

at an award show, the press make many speculations about your rising fame and your relationship with the infamous rockstar, chuuya nakahara.

inspired by style

midnight.

if there was an award show, chuuya was going. he was one of the youngest, most awarded rockstars ever. he's charming and handsome, with hands that play his guitar like a god. not to mention his sanguine voice coupled with his broody, meaningful lyrics. he was the subject of every teenage girl's heart.

he was a man that reveled in the fame, charming fans and interviewers alike. but for the most part, he insisted on letting the world watch him act. he knows damn well what the music industry can do to a star, and he's determined to rise above that.

still, every now and then theres a question that makes his gorgeous smirk falter.

"chuuya nakahara! can you tell us who you've been dating?"

"mr. nakahara! what do you have to say about moving on too fast?"

"chuuya! is it true you've started a relationship with Y/N L/N?"

he takes a deep breath. just dissassociate, and smile for the press. its what he does best. "i think some things are best left unsaid. right now, i'm focusing on my album, out november 1st."

the news of his new music is enough to distract adoring fans from his love life, instead heading the questions towards what he does best. all eyes are on him, orange hair slicked back and a loose, white classic shirt. his ability to look stunning despite the pressure brought upon by prying eyes is nothing short of remarkable.

he hears a lot about his newest music video, smiling every time he hears your name come up. the video you two had released sky-rocketed your name, and chuuya's just happy he could help. this time, he can genuinely smile- only when his mind flickers back to the acted, fake, and nothing more than a staged kiss. right?

funny how a fabricated kiss scene made his heart swell for weeks after.

its the first time he's felt that since his last relationship.

even though he's escaped, theres still people who speak on his past relationship, and evidently his past wrongdoings. for a moment there, it seems everyone believed he was a cheating bastard. that he was an unfaithful player who wanted woman like they were trophies. and for a minute, he was.

the fame had gotten to him. singing for thousands of fans, wining trophies and having his name on headlines made the rockstar believe he was invincible. but he wasn't. turns out too many shots of tequila and almost kissing a blonde girl he thought was his girlfriend can really mess up a rockstar. and it did.

the constant speculations on his relationship status made him sweat with anxiety. he fucked up and he knew it. he wasn't happy in his relationship, and found himself wishing for different in the end, but thats never an excuse to cheat. though he never did the deed, that almost was enough. there were reports and witnesses, enough for the media to take it and run. for months, his pr team worked day and night to keep the story at a minimum. and their efforts were surprisingly valiant, with higuchi choosing to stay quiet about the whole situation. chuuya never figured out why, even after their inevitable breakup, but he was thankful none the less.

somehow, you managed not to hear of the entire situation. maybe thats why chuuya was so eager to rope you into his life.

soon, he was no longer on fire. after a long waiting period, he was free to be adored again, leading him to make his music video with you, the same video that brought him back to this very award show, and the video that made him wish he could be next to you right now.

his anxiety is flaring up. he's still worried his career could go down in flames, that he'll never escape his monumental fuck up. that everything he's worked for won't be worth it if his guilt and regrets aren't monetized.

after a few short kisses and hugs, chuuya escapes to a private room, designated for singers and celebrities attending the show. the room is empty, with everyone already out there and dazzling the fans. everyone except you.

he blinks when he sees you touching up your bangs in the mirror. he knows that nervous shake in your hands all too well. this could end in burning flames or paradise.

he approaches, clearing his throat.

you immediately turn around, seeing him. his blue eyes are immediately drawn into your red lips- just what he likes

"you look nice." he utters, coming up next to you and adjusting his own appearance in the mirror. you had been in here for quite some time, bracing you and your pop-princess persona to get out there. somehow, chuuya senses this.

"this your first event?" he asks, blue eyes flickering to you. you nervously chuckle, almost wanting to lie but immediately knowing he'd call your bluff. "yeah... something like that."

he finds this endearing. and maybe he just wants to be close to you, to help you or because he's a god damn gentlemen, he silently wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out of the room.

the fact that this is your first time being so close to the paparazzi is not lost on chuuya. he studies your face, the way you answer questions so genuienely and so excitedly. he knows they wanna ruin your pretty face, and he prays your strong enough to overcome it.

he's so mesmerized by you he doesn't even notice the way photographers and interviewers are freaking out at the fact that chuuya nakahara and Y/N L/N just walked out on the carpet at the exact same time, fueling the already circulating rumors. he knows that they'll have a field day with tonight, but for once, he doesn't seem to mind. maybe because it's with you.

the two of you walk off, enjoying a few drinks and chatting. you've known chuuya nakahara: the rockstar. but now, you've been getting to know chuuya. the guy who loves small dogs, fancy hats and taylor swift. the guy who has the most embarrassing real laugh that he hides from the media. the guy who likes to stalk his own fanpages, and who can't say no to a signature.

and after a few more drinks and some soft arm touching, the two of you clammer into his limousine and speed off to his penthouse.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

the media likes to believe they know everything about you and chuuya.

they’re convinced you two dating, that you’re using him for fame and that he’s moving on too fast from his relationship. that you’re not pretty or talented enough for him, or that he’s just a passing thought for you.

what they don’t know is that his head is between you thighs, eating you out like a god damn dessert.

your shaky hands fly to his hair, tugging at him while his lips work their magic. he’s fluid and elegant, yet rough while we works you through yet another orgasm.

every now and then he’ll spit on you, mesmerized by the way it drips down your already gushing pussy. he reaches and maddeningly trails his fingers in a sloppy pattern, letting his essence coat you before diving back in. he’ll start with one long stripe going up the length of your pussy, savouring your cries before diving in.

he’s relentless, determined to make your toes curl and back arch. he’ll let the tip of his tongue trace circles around your clit, watching how it throbs. his thumbs move to part you even further, giving him better access to this meal.

he absolutely ravages you, leaving no part untouched as he tongue-fucks you. his grip tightens on your thighs as you finally cum again, letting him lap it all up like its second nature.

your body and mind are buzzing as chuuya makes his way back up with a trail of kisses, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “told you i only needed 5 minutes.”

despite your flushed out face and spent, trembling thighs, you utter: “s-shut up.”

he laughs, sitting up and getting you some water. his bedsheets are luxurious, as you wrap your naked body in them. when he returns, he sets it down on the beside and lazily lays next to you, lying on his stomach. his back looks great like this, all his muscles on display.

but you can’t shake something you overheard.

“did you really cheat on her?”

he blinks. of course you’d bring that up after having sex.

he sighs, knowing this was only a matter of time. he shouldn’t feel so guilty. he didn’t actually cheat, though he was close to it. some would argue the intent is betrayal enough.

you’re not sure how to feel. rumours are just rumours, especially in the celebrity world. but you want to know if the man you’ve been falling for has a history of unfaithfulness.

he runs his hands through his air, barely being able to look you in the eye. “i.. came close to it.”

he wants to vomit, having to talk about it again.

you simply nod, seeing on your phone the already sparkling headlines about yours and chuuya’s love lives again. if you doom scroll long enough, they’re already reigniting the flame of his past relationship and how it ended.

you really hope this doesn’t end badly. for his sake and yours.

“are you mad?” he asks, thinking he already knows the answer. you pause for a moment. you’re angry, albeit only a little. most of that anger is towards yourself for not finding out sooner. you’re mostly just confused, if anything.

instead, you resolve to shake your head. “no, i’m not.”

and really, for a moment, you werent. the media was feasting off of something new. those that chose to rehash the past were less popular. the people wanted to see whats new, whats flashy and whats dazzling. right now, its you and chuuya together.

“what does this mean for us?” you hesitantly whisper, sliding down into the bedsheets to see him better. truthfully, neither of you know. the only thing thats clear are the feelings you share for one another.

he simply shrugs. “i’m gonna drag you down, doll. you’re a star. don’t let me do that to you.”

what hurts the most is that he’s right, even if its only a little. but you’re either an idiot, or in love. maybe both.

“..thats okay.” you smile, resolving to put love first, music second.

oh, how you’d come to regret that.

but you don’t relent when he pulls you into his arms, covering you two with the bedsheets. phones are tossed somewhere on the bed, and the penthouse keeping the two of you private. right now, you two could be together in secret. let them call it what they want.

[ao3feed-steggy]

Under the Surface

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zFEhylP by thepaperwitch Shay Quinn has always been good at keeping her distance. As S.H.I.E.L.D.’s lead engineer, she works quietly behind the scenes, where she can hide her magic and avoid unnecessary attention. But everything changes when an alien invasion forces her into the field with the Avengers. Thrust into the chaos, she must rely on her wits, her skills, and her magic as the team faces impossible odds. Steve is calm, steady, and frustratingly noble—everything Shay isn’t. But there’s a warmth to him that draws her in, even when she tries to keep her distance. As the Avengers face escalating threats, their bond grows stronger, but so do the challenges. Shay is torn between the need to protect her secrets and the desire to open up to the one person who makes her feel seen. When secrets are revealed and loyalties tested, she must decide whether to step into the chaos or let her fear keep her in the background. In a world where every choice could mean life or death, Shay learns that sometimes, the greatest act of courage isn’t facing the enemy—it’s letting someone in. Words: 5888, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pepper Potts, Laura Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Jasper Sitwell, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Phil Coulson, Loki (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Erik Selvig, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola, Ultron (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Helen Cho (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, T'Challa (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker, Thaddeus Ross, Proxima Midnight, Stephen Strange, Nebula (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Shuri (Marvel), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Carol Danvers Relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark/Original Female Character(s), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Original Character(s), Protective Steve Rogers, Angst and Fluff and Smut read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zFEhylP

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Fangs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oPFnIO by EvilDreadmas How would a person even describe someone like Neyzira? Sweet, unhinged, genuine, chaotic, friendly, emotional, and possibly cannibalistic in a funny way, all could work as descriptions, but you'd have to know her to really get it. Words: 617, Chapters: 1/42, Language: English Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Nebula (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Kraglin Obfonteri, Cosmo (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Ronan the Accuser, Ego the Living Planet (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Adam Warlock, Ayesha (Guardians of the Galaxy), The High Evolutionary (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel) Additional Tags: Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Short Film: The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (2022), Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023), Cannibalism, Cannibalism Puns, Female Protagonist, Sirens, References to Superbad (2007), References to This Is The End (2013), Evil Dead References, References to The Boys (2019), Inspired by Mortal Kombat, Canonical Character Death, Light Angst, No Smut, References to The Suicide Squad (2021), Pun Chapter Titles, Cross-Posted on Wattpad read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oPFnIO

[animefan-overran]

Up next!

So, I got a request to do a rocketshipping fanfc. Follow me to stay updated. I have no idea what I’m gonna write about, but I’ll try to make it as unique as I can. After all, it’s not like I have anything better to do at this time. 

[thatblackravenclaw]

You're The Best Thing

Masterlist

author note: YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS!!!! My excitement for this is beyond compare. I really really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k (my longest one yet)

song: Never Knew I Needed -Ne-Yo

warning(s): cursing, SMUT!!!!!, p in v, fingering, protected sex, oral (fem receiving), fluff

background info: everyone is alive, Steve didn't go back in time and stay there with Peggy, but still chose to retire and pass the shield to Sam.

For the way you changed my plans

“Sam, I would like you to show the new recruit around.” Tony says to me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Why me? You know that I have more stuff to do now that I’m Captain America, right?”

“Which is why you’re perfect to show her around. Now get to it rocket man. She’s coming up the elevator right now.”

I sigh before turning back to Bucky.

“Can’t believe I’m stuck giving the newbie a tour.”

“Maybe she’s cute.”

“Maybe she’s a child. You know how Tony does recruits. Look at the spider.”

Right as Bucky opens his mouth to respond, I hear the most heavenly voice I’ve ever heard.

“I’m actually 29, but at least I’m not a bitter old man like you.”

I turn around to see her full lips turn into a smirk at me before walking towards us. I have never seen someone so gorgeous in my life. I mean Nat is gorgeous, but this girl is gorgeous.

Her hips sway as she walks towards the kitchen and I can’t help, but to stare. Good Lord.

I shake myself out of the trance I’m in. I must stay focused. I was able to fuck around a bit as Falcon, but just from the one sentence she has said to me, she has me wanting to change my plans up a bit.

“So, Captain America, too busy being you or can you show this child around?”

“I don’t know. Is it okay for this bitter old man to show you around?”

“If you continue to be bitter then maybe I should just explore on my own.”

She’s even able to match my banter.

“Come on. I’ll even let you have one of my juice boxes Stark packed with my lunch today.” She says to me before I can respond to her.

Showing her around wasn’t half bad. She’s amazing. She’s from New Orleans, which is only a bit over 2 hours from Delacroix, her power is being able to multiply herself, she helped take down the Red Room with Nat, and her favorite food is seafood, more specifically, Crawfish.

I tell her about Sarah, my nephews, make fun of Bucky for a bit and then I show her where her room is.

Her bags and boxes are in the room, so I decide to leave her to unpack.

“Tired of babysitting?”

“No, just got Captain America things to do.”

“Mm, well, you know where to find me.”

“That I do.”

For being the perfect distraction

1 month later

“I know it’s a whole team of us, but Steve never talked about how hard it is to be him”

I see y/n roll her eyes before she beckons me over.

“Alright come here old sport. Sounds like you need a music break.”

“I can’t. I need to get the paperwork ready-“

“No. You need to get your ass over here and take a music break with me, because you’re gonna die from stress and I will be the last person to have been with you if you do and I will get blamed for your death, so come here.”

I roll my eyes and begrudgingly walk around the couch to the middle of the living room. A slow song starts to play, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. It’s actually one of our favorite songs, A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around my shoulders. She was right, I really did need this. Being in her arms calms me down so much it’s ridiculous. I’m really starting to like her which was not a part of my plans. I was supposed to do the Captain America thing without romance. Steve was able to do it. I needed to focus on being a role model to people like me. I needed to show Isaiah that what I did was not a mistake, but she just came in here and took the idea that I had and of everything that I wanted to have and made me see that there was something missing. Fun, Laughter, Friends, Family, Love.

For the way you’re something that I’d never choose

But at the same time something I don’t want to lose

3 months later on a yet another life threatening mission

“Sam, if I multiply I could go in and save those people!” I hear y/n say through my earpiece

“okay, but the fire is quickly spreading, and you could die.”

I wait to hear a response.

“y/n, do you copy? Do not go in until I give you the all clear.”

Static, then boom, explosion from the 4th floor. Where the victims are.

Please don’t let her be up there. Please let her have listened to me for once.

I feel Pietro run by me. I look over to the direction he was headed and see the people I think y/n was talking about.

I run over there and make sure everyone is okay before I turn to Pietro.

“Where’s y/n?”

“She was right behind me.”

I turn to look in the direction of where he came from and see her. As I start to run over there she disappears in thin air.

She multiplied.  

How could she be so reckless? Why couldn’t she just listen to me just this once?

I hurry up and fly to the 4th floor. I make it through the fire as best as I can before looking around for her. I search for about five minutes before I see her lifeless body on the ground.

No. No. I refuse.

I pick her up and fly to the ground. I hear everyone’s voices, but my only concern is her.

She’s still alive, but her pulse is slow.

I quickly bring her over to the medic and they put an oxygen mask on her.

I don’t want to leave her, but I still have a job to do. I check on everyone else and make sure that there were no casualties. Thankfully everyone is safe. I tell the other Avengers to go to the compound and I’ll stay with y/n.

Once her pulse raises back up to normal I see her eyes flutter open. She looks around confused for a bit before reaching over to take off her mask.

“Told you I could do it.”

The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)

I must admit you were not a part of my book

But now if you open it I may take a look

You’re the beginning and the end of every chapter

2 weeks later

“Okay, but think about it, if there’s two of me having sex with someone then its technically a threesome because there are three people present.” She says to me.

“It’s just you though. It’s not like your twin or something. It’s literally just you multiplied, so no.” I reply while throwing back another beer.

I honestly don’t know how she came up with this topic. I just came into her room to vent about how I upset I was to find not only Bucky with my sister, but Bucky on a DATE with my sister when y/n decided that she just HAD to ask me this question.

Hearing y/n laugh right now is really the only thing holding me together. It’s so contagious that you can’t help but laugh with her. Everyone else feels the exact same way about her, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

You’re the best thing I never knew I needed

2 more weeks later

She’s out on a solo mission. I have never missed someone so much in my life. Life around the compound is so boring when she’s not around. I don’t even remember what it was like around here before she showed up. She turned everything upside down in the best possible way.

I told Tony that I felt like this mission was too dangerous for her to do. She should have at least brought Nat with her. Not that y/n isn’t capable of doing things on her own I would just feel better if she wasn’t alone.

A week later

She’s on her way back. The mission went successful and she’s on her way back. I need to tell her how I feel. I had no idea how deep my feelings for her were until I had to learn to live my daily life without her.

“Your girlfriend is back.” I hear Tony say to me as he walks past.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” I respond before picking up my pace and running outside to the landing strip.

As soon as she steps foot on the ground I start running at full speed toward her. Once I get to her I hug her while picking her up. I don’t let go for a good minute. Her scent was so overwhelming (in the best way) and something I missed after two weeks of being without.

Who knew that I could be

So unexpectedly

Undeniably happier

I put her down and interlock our fingers while walking into the compound. I don’t let her stop to talk to anyone because if I do I would lose my nerve.

I decide to take us to her room since it’s closer than mine.

I sit her down on the bed and stare at her for a bit.

“Okay, you got me here. Now what? Gonna have your way with me Cap?” she asks me while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and letting out a short giggle. I know she’s teasing, but some part of me wishes she wasn’t.

“I love you. You were not a part of my plans at all. I was going to focus on my job and just get shit done, but you came here and flipped my world upside down. You’re always around driving me crazy, and I like it.”

I pause to take a breath.

“When you were gone all I could think about was you. I hate being without you. I fought off my feelings for so long. You are not someone I thought I would fall for, but I did and now it’s so clear, I need you here, with me, always.”

There’s a pregnant pause before she starts talking.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first talked to you Sam.”

Words I never thought I would hear come out of her mouth. I sit down next to her and kiss her. I quickly learn that her kisses are as addicting as her personality. I gently lean her back and continue kissing her without parting from her lips. I could do this all day.

I feel her hands creep under my shirt which I take as a sign and reluctantly part from her. I take off my shirt and reach to take off hers. I start kissing around to find her sweet spot and whenever I find it I suck a hickey on her while her moans are egging me on.

Once I get down to her cleavage I unzip her bra from the front. Her nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked on, so I did, and it was probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever done. She let out little whimpers and I felt her try to gain friction from anything under me.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure to give you everything you need.” I say while pulling away from her nipple and moving over to the other. I reach down to her bottoms and take them off and feel the pretty panties she’s wearing underneath.

I palm over her clothed pussy while sucking on her nipple for one more minute before moving stopping my hand movement and moving my mouth down past her navel. Once I get her panties off I’m faced with quite possibly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. She’s wet, but I can get her wetter.

“Sam, please. Please don’t tease me. I need you.” I hear her say exasperatedly.

“I gotta get you warmed up for me baby.”

I kitten lick her clit and feel her hips buck up towards me when I move my tongue away from her. I continue licking her clit until I swipe my finger through her lips, and I feel she has gotten more wet. Once I’m satisfied with how turned on I’ve gotten her I ease a finger inside of her.

I stroke my finger in her slowly while continuing the stimulation on her clit. Her moans have gotten a bit louder now and I refuse to tell her to keep it down. I want everyone to hear how I’m making her feel.

Her hips buck up against my mouth and her moans get quicker, signaling she was close, so I start to suck on her clit while pumping my finger faster.

She lets out the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard while shuddering through her orgasm. I place a small kiss to her clit and stand up.

While giving her time to recover, I grab a condom out of her top dresser and finish undressing. Her blissed out look and the way the shade the light coming from her lamp makes her look ethereal has my dick is brick hard and I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

I stroke myself while looking at her. Her pussy all sick from my mouth and her cum and her hands holding on to her tits. A sight for sore eyes.

I tap the head of my cock against her clit and watch her jerk from the overstimulation.

She looks up at me and nods her head to give me permission.

“I need words, honey.”

“Please, fuck me.”

And that’s all I need to hear before I slowly slide inside of her. I hear her let out a low “fuck” as I do so. Once I bottom out a stay there for a bit to get her used to my size. She feels so nice wrapped around me. The throbbing of her pussy making me want to cum right then and there.

She tells me I can continue, and I slowly start to thrust. She lets out quiet whimpers with each stroke.

I pick up the speed after a minute and with each thrust I feel her sucking me back in. She has her legs wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to her which in turns lets me hear her moans in my ear that she’s been trying to keep down.

Her moaning my name is so sweet that it motivates me to move faster. I lift off a bit so I can put some distance between us and rub light, quick circles on her clit before I hear her scream my name and squirt all over me.

Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

Once I feel her relax I move and sit on the end of the bed and have her to sit on my lap facing me and ease back inside of her. I lean back on my elbow while holding her waist with my other hand and start pounding into her.

It’s not long before I feel my impending orgasm.

“Sam, please give me your cum.” I hear her say while looking down at me.

“Fuck” I say with a rasp. I speed up a bit before I hear her talk again.

“Cum in me baby.”

And before I knew it I felt myself tense up and cum inside of her. I try ease her off of me, but she puts her arms around me, holding me tight.

“Stay inside me for a bit longer? Please?”

I chuckle at how flustered she looks and tell her that I need to throw away the condom before it leaks, and she needs to pee before she gets a UTI. She sighs knowing I’m right and we get up to go do what we need to do. About 3 minutes later we come back to her bed, and she lays in my arms.

“You know that wasn’t it, right?”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Sexytime?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2097

Summary: You and Jensen are stuck doing surveillance and Jake gets bored. Also, he tries some dirty talk for the first time!

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This ended up being kind of precious, but I’m ok with that. I just love this giant nerd so much! Join my taglist here if you want! (Side note, I know that Brother Rapp comes after Sex Machine on the James Brown album but that would’ve been like 15 minutes of dancing I had to write)

“Oh my god, I’m so bored.”

You shot a glare at Jake as you set up the surveillance equipment. He had draped himself over the table in your loft dramatically as you did your work.

“We’ve been here for literally a half an hour. Are you going to whine the whole time?” You loved the guy but weren’t looking forward to spending the next 12 hours with his ass if he was going to be a little bitch the whole time. You bent down to test the camera angles as he sighed heavily.

“I can’t believe you don’t even have a TV. What are we going to do this whole time?”

“I dunno, maybe our jobs?” You were barely paying attention as you made adjustments to the scopes.

“Nah.” He jumped off the table and stretched. “You’ve gotta have something to do here. I’m gonna look around.”

You just shook your head at him as he started wandering around aimlessly, still fiddling with the equipment to make sure you were covering all the exits.

“Ooh, what’s up here?” He started to climb the ladder to the second level. This was his first time at your place, and he was curious. “Shit.”

You grinned to yourself as you settled back in your chair, eyes on the monitor. He must’ve found the weapons cache.

“Oho, is this a rocket launcher?!”

You gave a laugh as you glanced up at him. “Sure is, baby. Maybe put it down though, you’re pointing it at your face.”

“Oh, fuck. Whoops.” He placed the launcher down gingerly as he scoped the rest of the landing. “That’s it? A refrigerator, a bed, and a shit-ton of explosives?” He started to work his way back down the ladder. “Kinda boring. Oh, what’s this?”

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you considered what his new discovery might be.

“Look at this record collection!” He sounded stupid giddy. “Marvin Gay, Roxy Music, so much Led Zeppelin. Y/N, are you secretly cool?”

“I don’t think it’s a secret.” You teased back at him, smiling in spite of yourself.

“Oh, yesss!” You heard him start up the record player and all of a sudden James Brown was yelling over the speakers as the Sex Machine album started.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Turn that down, do you want the mark to know we’re up here?”

“C’mon, you know you wanna dance with me.” He had one of those ridiculous grins on his face as he slid across the floor into your field of view, rolling his hips and shoulders to the music.

“We’re supposed to be surveilling, Jake.”

“You just spent 45 minutes setting up all that equipment, you’re telling me the cameras can’t take over for just a bit?”

You bit your lip as you watched him dancing around your kitchen like a goofball. God he was such a perfect idiot. “Fine, but you tell anyone about this and I’ll stab you.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

You rose out of your chair to join him, gliding across the floor easily, leading with your hips as your feet slid along to the rhythm. Your upper body rolled smoothly to the music, following the motion set by your hips.

“Fuck, you’re a really good dancer.” Jensen was giving you an appreciative look as you kicked your feet in a signature James Brown style.

“You seem surprised, Jake.” You laughed lightly at him.

“I mean, I kinda am. No offense, but you’ve usually got a stick up your ass.”

“Ouch.” You placed a hand to your chest in a mock wounded gesture. “This is nothing though.”

“Really, you’ve got more moves up your sleeve?”

“Yeah, watch this.”

You winked at him before spinning fast and lowering yourself into a split, then rising up as you brought your legs back together. He broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Ok, fine. You’ve officially shocked me.”

“Ooh, I’m full of surprises honey.” You slid closer to him as the song shifted to ‘Bewildered’, pressing your body into his.

“What happened to doing our jobs?” He teased as you started kissing his neck.

“You got me all worked up now sweetheart.” You murmured against his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I hate to do this but…” He pointed at the monitor.

The mark was getting into a black SUV in the middle of a group of motorcycles, getting ready to head out.

“Shit!” You hissed, scrambling over to the radio to call it in to Aisha and the rest of the team. “they’re on the move!”

“Fuck, did you get a chance to tag their ride?” Aisha asked over the comms.

“Yeah, did that first thing.”

“Ok, keep an eye on us while we tail them.”

“You got it.”

“Sooo….” Jake murmured behind you. “Should we pick this up later, or….?”

You just waved a hand behind you to shush him as you went over everything with Aisha. He gave a heavy sigh and went to make himself a sandwich. Maybe you had some books laying around somewhere.

It was three hours later when you finally signed off the comms. You stood up and stretched out, wondering where your puppy had gotten to.

You found him passed out on the couch, glasses askew and a sandwich crust resting on his chest as he softly snored, your copy of ‘Dune’ laying open next to him on the couch. You shook your head as you returned the book to the shelf and tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash. You slipped Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ album onto the record player and crawled into his lap.

“Fuck.” He jolted awake when you started nibbling at his ear lobe. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8 PM, dumbass.” You whispered into his neck. “You slept through the whole op.”

“What?” He was still out of it. “What about the surveillance?”

“Well,” you murmured, slipping your hands under his Petunias tee and running your palms up his torso. “There was a firefight, and it seems the mark is no longer an issue.”

“Ok.” His brain was almost caught up now. “So, sexytime?”

You lifted his glasses off his nose and gave him a low chuckle as you set them on the coffee table. “Yeah, baby, sexytime.”

He gave you one of his stupid grins as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his hands kneading into your hips as he ground his growing erection into your mound. You drew his shirt over his head as you gyrated against him, moaning as your cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of arousal soaking through your panties and leggings.

Jake ran his hands up your back and tugged the shoulders of your cami down over your arms until your tits were exposed. He nuzzled himself between your breasts, brushing his lips against your skin softly as you arched into his mouth.

He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered, screwing your eyes shut and bringing up a hand to the back of his head as you drove your hips into him, desperate for friction. “God, I need it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered against your chest. “You need my big fucking cock? You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Those words coming out of your sweet puppy were just too much and you broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Aww, c’mon.” He was pouting now. “I just wanted to try something new.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” You fell back on the couch, trying to catch your breath “You just caught me off guard. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

You scooted yourself down on the couch until you could dip your hands into his sweats, biting your lip as you drew out his cock, biting your lip as wrapped your hands around him.

“Mmm, I need this cock so bad. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.” You ran your thumb through the precum at his tip at the same time you shoved your hand down your panties, moaning as you drew your fingers through your sopping folds until you found your clit.

“Fuck, baby. Ok.” He tore off your panties and lined himself up. “Uh, you want this cock, you better ask me real nice. Is this ok?”

You grinned and nodded to him. “Please, Jake, fuck me with that massive dick?”

“Shit, don’t need to ask twice.” He muttered as he nudged his tip between your folds, slowly pressing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathed himself in you, digging your fingers into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Like feeling my big cock splitting you open. God, you’re so fucking tight. Look at this pussy gripping me so good.”

His hips were driving into you hard, his cock dragging against your g-spot with each thrust. You met each of his thrusts with your own, whining as he pounded into you. You brought your fingers down to your clit, drawing circles around it desperately before Jake wrenched your hand away.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m the only one who gets to make you cum tonight.” He licked his fingers before pressing them to your tiny bundle of nerves, making you scream.

“Fuck, Jake! Don’t stop!” You felt your pleasure gathering in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him. “God, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock.”

The coil snapped and you wailed as every muscle in your abdomen knotted before releasing in quivering bliss. You felt your spend gushing over your thighs around Jake’s dick as you came down, his hips still plunging into you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna flip you over beautiful. I wanna watch this ass bounce while I make you scream.”

You whined when he pulled out, but then he flipped you over like it was nothing and drove back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He slapped your ass hard before gripping one hip to draw you back into him over and over. He wrapped his other hand in your hair and wrenched your head back, making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounded into you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I swear this body was made for me.” He murmured as he picked up the pace even more, and you felt your pussy clench around him at his praise as you felt another orgasm starting to build. “You can cum again, pretty girl. I wanna feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

“Ffuuck.” You groaned as another orgasm ripped through you. You body rolling underneath Jake as aftershocks shook your core and left you breathless.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, baby. You ready to take all my cum, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned against the couch cushions, still feeling the aftereffects of your previous orgasm.

He hissed through his teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside you, then his hot spend was coating your velvety walls, eliciting another groan from deep in your chest.

Jake stilled his hips and collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his body heat as you felt his cock softening. You hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in your hair.

“Was that ok, Y/N?” Your boy was so fucking considerate and sweet, he made your teeth hurt.

“That was more than ok, Jensen.” You mumbled against the couch cushions as he pulled out of you and started to roll you over.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too mean?”

“Jakey, baby, you weren’t mean at all. You’re still my sweet puppy.” You gave him a massive grin as you drew your face up to his and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He gave you a grin of his own when you pulled away and started to lay back on the couch, cradling his head between your breasts.

“Good.” He muttered against your skin. “Cause I have some other things I was hoping to try.”

“Really baby? What else did you wanna try out?” You ran your fingers lightly over his spine as the two of you lay there, starting to doze off.

“Mmm, what do you think about roleplay?” You could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he started to fall asleep.

You just gave him a light laugh as you slipped into a daze yourself. “Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

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𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜):𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐

*𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚝𝚠*

                             (Y/N) was a very well known pokemon trainer from all parts he was also very good friends with a boy names ash having helped them with their travels.

Right now, you were having a nice conversation with Ash on the balcony of your home laughing and having fun.

Now you both knew you were just friends so the small hugs and back pats you both did were completely platonic but someone didn’t see it that way.

Now you were a very well-known person known for not being interested in any romantic relationships but one thing people didn’t know about you was that one, you were gay and two you were also in a relationship with the one and only James.

You knew he was sort of bad and you knew he was a part of team rocket but you just couldn’t help but fall in love with each other since you two had known each other ever since you were young.

 You both knew that if people find out it could be bad for both sides which is why you guys opted for keeping it all a secret.

One thing James hated about your relationship being a secret was that he couldn’t show you off and show people you were his and he was yours which made him angry which is why right now he was watching you from afar in a tree in your backyard.  

He was gritting his teeth with every word you and ash said.

He moved the binoculars from his face and scowled, the only reason he was here I because he missed you and was hoping you to could spend some time together but it was all ruined once he realized you weren’t alone.

He continued scowling before and idea popped in his head making him grin widely and run off. 

~ 

It was night time and by now Ash and his friends were all asleep since you were letting them sleep there, you were just in your room reading when a notification from your phone caught your attention.

You opened the message and saw it was from James. 

From: ✨James✨

Meet me in the backyard by pink tree? 

From: (Y/N)👁️👅👁️ 

Um sure but why? 

From: ✨James✨

Please? 

You sighed grabbing a hoodie and heading out the door walking towards the pink tree. The pink tree was a very large plum tree that had been there for years.

From the distance you couldn’t see anything until you circle around the tree seeing nothing. “James?” you called out hoping he wasn’t messing with you.

Hearing the sound of grass crunching you turned and saw James come out from one of the bushes you smiled before observing closer and seeing him wearing a skirt, a team rocket uniform like Jessie’s to be specific.

You just stood their shocked, you had seen him in female clothing but nothing this short or sexy. James chuckled at your expression, “Do you like it? ~ I got it just for you~” he said walking up to you and wrapping his small hands around your shoulders.  

“W-what are you wearing?” you ask putting your hands on his hips, James pouted, “Do you not like it? ~” he asked with fake tears building up in his eyes.

Your eyes widened, “No, no! You just look so...” you trailed off, “Hot, sexy, cute~ I knew you would like it~” he said pulling you into a short kiss. 

He pulled off of you and looked down at your chest before he suddenly jumped on top of you making you fall on your ass as he straddled you moaning into the kiss.

Now this kiss wasn’t like the previous one it was hard and passionate making you slightly moan as James sucked on your tongue.  

Pulling away James starting roughly grinding on your now growing boner making you groan before you grabbed his hips making him stop. “James what's this all about?” you asked with a sign of worry in your voice.

 James looked away before crossing his arm, “It's not fair, I have to hide my love from the world while everyone else shows off theirs, I suppose I get jealous,” he finally admitted making your expression become soft.

“Oh, baby is that it? I know it sucks but I love you and only you ok? Nothing and no one can take me away from you ok?” you said making James tear up but nod.

You smiled and was about to get up when James pushed you down making you lay completely flat on the grass, “That doesn’t mean we have to stop, I want to show you that your mine~” he said going back to grinding on you. 

 Groaning you again grabbed his hips guiding them, James then stopped his grinds and moved to where his head was in between your legs.

He pulled your zipper down then removing your boxers, he licked his lips when your hard member sprang out, he took the tip in his mouth sucking on it hard making you groan from the sudden warmth and roughness.

His tongue circled the tip until he took all of you his mouth bobbing his while moving his tongue on your sensitive veins.

You groaned and grabbed his hair, you could feel yourself getting closer and you could tell James knew, just as you were about to cum, he pulled away and pressed his finger on the slit of your tip making you groan.

 “Not yet~” he said before lifting his hips revealing he had no underwear on moving to where moth of your dicks was rubbing together.  

You both moaned at the contact, James then lifted his hips again, “Dry?” you ask he then chuckled before moaning, looking back at his hand you could see him pulling something out of him revealing a lubed up black butt plug, “I put this in because I wanted you so bad," he said showing you it, you were shocked looking at it before James suddenly pushed his hips down onto you making you enter him forcing a groan to leave your mouth.

Without hesitation James lifted his hips again until just the tip was left before going back down roughly, he did this few more times before bouncing up and down on your member at a rapid pace. “Oh (Y/N)~ you feel so~ b-big inside of m-ah~!” he moaned as his bounces sped up. 

You moved your hand down to his ass helping him with his bounces, “Y-your all mine (Y/N) All mine oh god yes!” he moaned.

“Fuck James~ I’m going to cum inside of you” you groaned feeling yourself get close. He nodded rapidly, “me too together~!” he moaned as you thrusted up into him until you both came.

His cum splattering all over his skirt and you cumming inside of him.

He moaned before he fell forward on you, exhausted.

You smiled before putting your large hood on his small body and cleaning yourself up the best you could. You carried him into you room where you locked the door, cleaned him up and fell asleep.

[iam93percentstardust]

hey! i hope you’re having an amazing day. this is just me popping in your inbox to say that’s youre one of my favourite writers and you got me really interested in winteriron (honestly one of the cutest ships) are there any fics/authors ii could reccomend?

Hi there! Thank you so much! I love this ship so much, they’ve got such potential for both fluff and angst. They really are one of my favorite ships to write and I’m glad I was able to write so much for them this year. I certainly do have plenty of recs for you, starting with my favorite authors:

@riotwritesthings: started writing last year, I highly recommend just about everything Riot writes but especially Road Hazards, Melt into Me (Your Words are My Own), and When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it)

@hddnone: so many stories and all so good! Has nearly 100 Winteriron works on ao3 and you will not regret reading any of them, though fair warning that some of them are Team Cap Critical. Especially recommend Honey Pot, You’ve Got Mail, and A Bit(e) of Danger

@monobuu: mostly an artist but sometimes writes stories as well. i recommend Ravioli, Invincible Summer, and Meet the Fam

@tisfan and @27dragons: can’t make a Winteriron rec list without including the both of them. They work together a lot but you should definitely take a look at their own stuff as well. I recommend Safe and (the) Sound, Kiss Me Thru the Phone, and Stark, Naked

@ad1thi: currently taking a bit of a hiatus and working on non-Marvel works but I love everything Adi writes, particularly her entire Bollywood but Make it Gay series, which isn’t always Winteriron but wonderful nonetheless. I recommend the Greek Gods AU, 1000 Lives (For You), and we’re connected

@the-winter-writer: lots of smut and all absolutely fantastic! I like Precious Treasure, Winter Wings, and Instinct

@rayshippouuchiha: definitely an iconic writer for this fandom. Really great if you’re looking for genderbends. Writes a lot of absolutely incredible fics and not just for Winteriron but my personal favorites are The (Not So) Great Pretender, Fearful Symmetry, and The Mistletoe Kiss Polka

Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar): once again very iconic. you’ve probably read at least one of their works even if didn’t know. I recommend Shameless, Today’s Forecast, and Practice Makes Perfect

@lovelyirony: mostly writes ficlets here on tumblr and a multishipper (I don’t know why I’m saying that like it’s a bad thing, I’m a multishipper), also a fan of Sharon Carter and that’s the thing that made me follow her so you know

@amethystinawrites: I only recently started working their works but I’m loving everything I’ve come across so far. I recommend Tech Support and I Won’t Hold My Breath

AvocadoLove: also writes a lot of Stony and Stuckony, which I love a lot, but for their Winteriron works, I recommend Amalgam and Dead Man’s Switch

Dracusfyre: another one I’m new to. I literally just started reading their works today so I don’t have any recs for them yet but one of my friends loves them so I’m going to go with you should definitely take a look at their works

Eirlyssa: has some anti-Team Cap works so keep an eye out for that if that’s not your thing but writes very good Winteriron. I recommend Guide Me Home (Guide My Heart) and Always (I’ll Be There)

@imposter-human: one of the first MCU blogs I ever followed! I recommend childhood memories, speak my language, and lost in translation

As for specific works I like:

Four Strings and Second Chances by Vashoth

It was reluctance to let one of his finest inventions ever out of his grasp that made him take a couple days over a week to send the arm to Pepper’s office. But all things considered, Tony figured that sending finest prosthetic that had ever come into existence--literally grasping an olive branch--was one of the classiest gifts he’d ever given. He’d included a note and everything. ‘Barnes,

Can help with installation. Or not. Up to you. --Stark'

Who is the Mechanic? by @akira-of-the-twilight

The Asset watched as his handlers brought in a stranger—a man with a metal object stuck to his chest that was hooked to a car battery.

The handlers shoved the man onto the stool where many who had operated on the Asset’s arm in the past had sat before.

“Asset,” one handler said, “meet the Mechanic. He will be responsible for the upkeep of your arm. Should anything malfunction, kill him.”

The Asset eyed the Mechanic. The Mechanic was glassy-eyed and unresponsive.

He’d probably be dead in a week.

The Fix by SleepsWithCoyotes

Right, because Tony...Tony fixes things. He remembers thinking that, not for the first time.

Paths are Made by Walking by @potrix-the-queerschlaeger

The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best.

Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

The Evidence by StrivingArtist

Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

Shadowed Hearts and Winter Souls by NotEvenCloseToStraight

The mid-1800s and Antonio Carbonell Stark is caught in a scandal with his lover. Desperate for a chance to escape the trouble and his own broken heart, Tony accepts a proposal from a mysterious Russian heiress and flees the country.

Natalia Romanova is in trouble of her own and has enough secrets to make Tony's head spin but somehow they settle into a fake marriage and calm day-to-day together, and everything works... until her half brother comes home and their life is disrupted again.

James is somber and silent, brutal and nearly broken and scarred, a soldier of the resistance. His heart is cold and gaze like ice, but his hands are hot and lips are warm and Tony finds himself ignoring the blood on James's palms and the shadows in his soldier’s eyes, and falling in love.

When danger lands at their doorstep, Natalia and Tony have to pack up and leave, running away in the middle of the night and leaving their men behind.

The distance between Tony and James gets longer every day, and Natalia has been keeping a secret for that can’t be hidden much longer. With no place to call home and a thousand miles between them and the men they love, what are Tony and Natalia supposed to do?

Puppy Love by Reioka

Bucky is learning to become a person again. When some guy starts crying all over Natasha's dog, he decides he's doing better than he originally thought.

Describe Your Perfect Date by ali_aliska

After getting turned down by Bucky, Tony decides it’s time to move on from his massive crush. He tries online dating—Pepper’s idea, not his—but the only thing worse than getting rejected is getting rejected and finding out your soulmate-level match is Clint Barton, all in the same day.

Clint, of course, does not let opportunities like this go to waste, but he’s driving Tony nuts for a good cause, he swears.

Bucky’s just trying to do the right thing and fails spectacularly, but it all works out in the end.

Rocket Science by marsmaywonder and orbingarrow

Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

What’s Good for the Goose by Taste_is_Sweet

For this nonny prompt at the Imagine Tony and Bucky comm on Tumblr:

"A soulmate AU where an immortal goose shows up one day to lead you to your soulmate, the challenge is surviving the goose." (Full prompt in notes.)

We all have soulmates, and every soulmate pair shares an animal guide. The Guide is there to lead you to your One True Love, and they represent the aspects of the psyche that you both share. They appear when you're about to meet your soulmate, and often materialize in moments of great personal crisis, offering hope and support. There are stories upon stories about how someone's Guide appeared to lead them to their One True, or how the barest glimpse of their Guide eased their hearts and gave them hope in the midst of despair. The newly-rescued almost always attribute their Guide with giving them the strength and courage to hang on.

Animal Guides are ephemeral, ethereal, and elusive. They are, most often, no more than a warm presence or flicker out of the corner of one's eye. They are incarnate symbols of perseverance, optimism and hope. Foretellers of happiness, and the grand destiny of love.

Except for geese. Geese are assholes.

and so, we unfold by TheKitteh

Senbazuru. Thousand Cranes.

An ancient Japanese legend that promises anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Some stories believe you are granted happiness and eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury.

Bucky’s not big on believing in any legends, not after all that has happened. He just wants to create something for a change, not destroy.

He needs to prove himself that he can be trusted to handle something delicate. He doesn’t need a promise of a wish come true. He just,- needs to do this for himself.

He doesn’t need noticing how sad, tired Stark looks. Doesn’t need to want to do something for the man, when he can barely do anything for himself. --- Tony simply goes through days and motions. He deals with the Avengers, with R&;D, with the rewritten Accords. All of it, it’s nothing new really. He just wants to get things done.

What’s new is seeing Barnes hunched over the coffee table, one step away from ripping a glossy magazine apart in the middle of the night.

And why the hell Barnes keeps looking at him during the days after like he’s a puzzle to be solved?

Welcome to the Winteriron fandom! We’ve got a lot of incredible authors and artists both and this is just the tip of the iceberg!

[olddirtybadfic]

y'all wanna see James and Meowth's experiment in action?

too hot for tumblr fanart below the cut

you have been warned

This is how the Meowth kittens are made

James is wearing socks because it's kinkier that way

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 41

Before we knew it most of the team was at the complex. Nat had left to find Clint while Rocket and Bruce went to get Thor. Sarah and I worked on packing our bags so we could go stay with Pepper and Morgan for a few days. We didn’t know what was going to happen so it was best I got Sarah somewhere safe.

“Take the car. You two be safe.” Steve said handing me the keys.

“We’ll be fine. Watch your back out there Stevie.” I told him softly.

He hugged me tightly then kissed the top of my head. He turned to Sarah then picked her up in a bear hug.

“Watch out for your mommy for me.” He told her with a smile.

“I will” she beamed a smile at him.

He sat her feet back on the floor. We turned to leave when Sarah suddenly turned back to Steve.

“Are you going to get my daddy?” She asked him.

He gave her a small sad smile. I watched him kneel in front of her and gently grab her hands in his.

“I’m going to do everything I can to bring your daddy home. I don’t know if it will work but know that I’m going to try everything I can.” Steve told her in a serious voice.

He hugged her again then kissed the top of her head just as he had done for me. We both waved goodbye then went to the car. The ride to the cabin was quiet. Sarah had never looked so lost in thought before. She stared out the back window chewing on her lip. It was moments like this I wish I could read minds.

When we pulled up to the cabin Pepper and Morgan were sitting on the porch. Morgan was running to the car the moment I opened my door. I helped Sarah get unbuckled then let her go play with Morgan as I got our bags.

“Let me help.” Pepper said as she took one of the bags from me.

“Thank you” I told her softly.

“It’s no problem Willow.” She smiled at me.

“Really Pepper, thank you for letting me bring Sarah here.” I told her seriously.

“It wasn’t a hard decision. You’re apart of the family plus I know Morgan’s going to love having another kid around at least for a little bit.” Pepper chuckled.

“I think Sarah will also enjoy that.” I laughed.

Pepper showed us to the guest room then left us to settle in. I put our things away while I sent Sarah to go play. I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Please let this work.” I whispered to the empty room.

I took a few minutes to just sit there in silence and clear my head. Once I felt a little better I made my way downstairs to find Pepper on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and another on the table. I silently sat down beside her.

“I thought you could use this.” She said quietly handing the second glass to me.

“Thanks” I chuckled.

I took a slow sip as I watched the fire crackle.

“Do you think this is going to work?” I asked her suddenly.

“Tony seemed extremely confident about figuring out time travel.” She said with a small smile.

“God, time travel” I said in astonishment.

Pepper chuckled.

“It’s certainly a strange world we live in but if I know anything I know the look that was on Tony’s face. Every time I’ve seen that look he’s achieved success.” She smiled.

“That actually eases my worries.” I chuckled softly.

“I truly hope this goes the way you want. I pray you get James back both for you and for Sarah. I’m sure it’s been hard without her dad.” Pepper said softly.

“It has been hard without James but I was lucky enough to have Steve. He stepped in without even being asked to. From day one he was there helping me do anything and everything when it came to Sarah. I know he loves her like his own daughter.” I told her as I watched the fire.

“I’m glad you had him. I couldn’t imagine raising Morgan alone.” She sipped her wine.

The sound of the girls laughing and playing echoed into the room. Just listening to it made me smile. Pepper seemed to feel the same way.

“It is nice to hear those two laughing like that.” Pepper said in almost a whisper.

I nodded in silent agreement. The two of us sat on the couch sipping our wine and listening to those two girls laughing. It was one of the better moments I’ve had in the past five years.

The next day Happy arrived at the cabin with a message. Pepper and I met him on the porch so we could keep the girls from listening.

“They did it. They got the stones but now it seems Thanos from the past has caught wind of them. It’s probably going to get messy.” Happy told us.

“I have to help them.” Pepper said frantically.

“What about Morgan?” I asked her.

“I won’t let anything happen. I’ll come home to her but they need all the help they can get.” Pepper told me.

“Then I should go too.” I told her.

She paused as if debating it.

“You probably should but I’m going to ask something very selfish. Please stay here. Stay with those girls and Happy. If, god forbid, we all get wiped out they’re gonna need you.” Pepper looked completely serious.

I nodded. I watched her hurry back into the house most likely to tell Morgan. Once she left it was just me and Happy alone with the girls.

“Any ideas on how that fights gonna go?” I asked trying to make conversation.

“I’d like to think it will end in our favor but considering what happened the last time I don’t have high hopes.” Happy said quietly.

I took the spot of Pepper that night to tuck Morgan into bed. I sat on the edge of the bed as I tucked the blanket around her.

“When will my mommy and daddy be home?” She asked me.

“I hope they will be home soon sweet heart.” I told her softly.

“Mommy” Sarah’s voice came from the doorway.

“Yes baby” I said looking up at her.

“Can I stay in here with Morgan tonight?” Sarah asked quietly.

Morgan seemed to perk up at that.

“Can she?” Morgan asked excitedly.

I smiled at both girls.

“I don’t see why not.” I gestured for Sarah to come in the room.

I moved so Sarah could climbed next to Morgan in the bed. I tucked the blanket over both of them.

“Get some sleep you two I’m right down the hall if you need anything.” I whispered.

I kissed each girl on the forehead then switched off the lamp.

“Goodnight” I said softly then closed the door.

That night was the longest one of my life. I laid in bed trying to sleep but all I could do is imagine Thanos wiping out all of the heroes. All of the people I know and love being turned to dust. Sometime late in the morning I got up to go downstairs. To my surprise Happy was still awake and sitting on the couch.

“Can’t sleep either?” I asked as I sat next to him.

“Not even a little bit.” He grumbled.

He handed me a bottle. I took it without even looking at what it was. I knew it was alcohol and that’s all I needed to know. I took a large gulp of it hissing at the burn.

“What do we do if they don’t come back?” I asked quietly.

“Then we’ll have to get use to being parents together for those two little girls.” He said simply.

“Let’s hope they all come home.” I said then took another drink.

“Agreed” Happy grumbled.

—

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Fangs

by EvilDreadmas How would a person even describe someone like Neyzira? Sweet, unhinged, genuine, chaotic, friendly, emotional, and possibly cannibalistic in a funny way, all could work as descriptions, but you'd have to know her to really get it. Words: 617, Chapters: 1/42, Language: English Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Nebula (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Kraglin Obfonteri, Cosmo (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Ronan the Accuser, Ego the Living Planet (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Adam Warlock, Ayesha (Guardians of the Galaxy), The High Evolutionary (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel) Additional Tags: Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Short Film: The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (2022), Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023), Cannibalism, Cannibalism Puns, Female Protagonist, Sirens, References to Superbad (2007), References to This Is The End (2013), Evil Dead References, References to The Boys (2019), Inspired by Mortal Kombat, Canonical Character Death, Light Angst, No Smut, References to The Suicide Squad (2021), Pun Chapter Titles, Cross-Posted on Wattpad via https://ift.tt/1uXGyHq

[etherealwaifgoddess]

What He Wants (Pt.1)

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Summary: On going series of Bucky getting his shit together and falling in love with you. 

Warnings/ Content: Well now... it’s gonna be angsty for a while here friends. NGL, it’s gonna be rough for several parts. Suicidal thoughts in the first few parts until he gets his head on straight. Then much later on, some smut. I’ll warn you before them though. Oh and lots of cursing when Bucky gets upset. 

Word Count: 1291

Author’s Note: Hello lovies!! I’m so excited to get this out into the world because it’s been consuming my soul for the past few weeks and I just love this story so much. It’s 100% done but I’m still scrubbing  so for now I’m going to try and get parts of it up everyday. Please hang in there with me as we get through all the angst, it’ll make the fluff SO much sweeter later on. 

XOXO - Ash

What He Wants, Pt. 1

Stephen Grant Rogers died on a Tuesday, he was 105 years old. By Friday, James Buchanan Barnes was on a plane headed to Somalia with absolutely no intention of returning. Pepper Stark was a formidable leader but she was no Tony, and she was unable to talk the soldier out of taking the assignment. Pepper was going to decline the request from SHIELD, it was too great a risk for any of the Avengers to accept so soon after the passing of Tony, and then Steve. They were all still processing their shared grief and needed a break. The universe was safe, for now, and they could take a breath for once. 

Bucky didn’t share the sentiment, unable to bear the loss of his best friend. The mission sounded perfect to him, he would fly out immediately after the funeral and with any luck it was just as dangerous as Pepper had warned him it would be. There was already a team on the ground and waiting, they had been in place doing recon for six months and were finally ready to send in a strike team. 

The whole team expected Bucky would have difficulty processing the loss of Steve but none of them knew to what extent. No one had seen the soldier shed a tear all week but on the day Steve passed FRIDAY had alerted Pepper to a disturbance in his room. She hurried down the corridors to Bucky’s wing of the compound to see him emerging from his room, hair wild and eyes red rimmed. His gait was determined and he blew past her without a word. Pepper carried on, taking a glance inside his room where he had left the door hanging open. The room was trashed; papers and clothes strewn across it, every piece of furniture broken apart. It was like a bomb had gone off. Pepper had never been close with Bucky so she let him go; she wanted to leave him with his dignity. Discreetly, a cleaning crew came in and Pepper had the furniture all replaced within a few hours. By the time Bucky returned from wherever he had gone the room was as spotless as it had been that morning. 

The day of Steve’s funeral the Avengers compound was flooded with the remaining members and close friends, the Guardians had even flown back for the event. It was an outpouring of love for their lost friend. Bucky wanted to be happy that Steve had been able to live out his life the way he had always dreamed, and he was to an extent. A selfish part of him though could only see a lifetime of loneliness without his best friend. Steve had been his friend since they were barely old enough to walk. He had been his brother, his protector, his lifeline to the new and unfamiliar world he’d woken up to after the thaw. Bucky couldn’t imagine a world without Steve and he didn’t think he wanted to. 

Bucky sat in the front row of the church, Sam to his left and Pepper to his right, only half listening to what was surely a beautiful service befitting America’s hero. His right hand was clamped down on his thick thigh, trying to keep it from shaking. The vibranium of his left hand sat still on his lap, not having the problem of nerves. He stared down at the appendage with belated fondness. Shuri had done an amazing job with creating an arm for him, it was a shame he wasn’t going to get to enjoy it longer. Bucky’s mind was set by that point, carry out one last mission and hopefully get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. He hoped that Steve’s blind faith in God was real and that he would be joining his friend soon. If not though, at least he wouldn’t be in pain anymore. Bucky knew he was being a coward but in his mind there was nothing left for him but a long, bleak life. Steve had been the only person to really see past the Winter Soldier lore since he’d come out of the ice. The other Avengers had been civil, some even friendly after a while, but he doubted any of them would ever truly accept and trust him. 

The ceremony wrapped up without Bucky noticing, too lost in his own thoughts, and Pepper laid a hand on his shoulder, startling him back to reality. “We’re all headed back to the compound for dinner.” She told him softly. 

Bucky nodded and stood up. He would go back with them but not for the meal. He needed to grab his tactical bag and get a cab to the airbase where there was a fighter jet waiting to take him to his mission. Back in his room Bucky looked around taking a quick mental image of what would be the last time in the place. On impulse, he grabbed an old picture of him and Steve and stashed it in his bag. It was from the 40s right after Steve had received the serum and joined him in the army. They were both so young and happy to be on another adventure together. It was painful for him to look at the image but even harder to imagine leaving it behind. 

He had seen Rocket earlier, joined by Quill and the rest of the Guardians and thought of his taunts of stealing Bucky’s arm. As much as he loved the vibranium upgrade from Shuri, he still had his Winter Soldier arm and it wasn’t like he was going to wearing either of them much longer if he was lucky. He carefully removed the vibranium arm and set it back in its velvet lined box. The cold steel of his original prosthetic was jarring compared to the other one and brought to mind too many horrors, all fighting for precedence in his mind. He shook his head to clear them. This was better, he thought, to go out the same way he had gotten into this whole mess. He didn’t want to be Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, that man was as dead as the beloved Captain America. All that was left was his ghost and the Winter Soldier who needed to carry out one final mission. 

Bucky slipped quietly past the party going on in the living room. He sent a text to Rocket, asking him to meet him in the foyer, hoping he had his phone on him. A moment later Rocket stumbled out, already feeling the effects of the drink he held in his paw. “Hey, you ditching the party?” Rocket said a little louder than Bucky would have preferred. 

“Somethin’ like that.” Bucky mumbled, “Keep it down though, will ya?”

“So what’s up?”

“Well, you always said you’d get my arm.” Bucky pushed the case at Rocket who stared at it like it was a live grenade.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there man, why you giving me this?” Rocket started to look concerned, almost panicked, and Bucky ground his teeth, wanting to avoid a scene.

“Consider it a parting gift.”

“As much as want this hunk of tech, and man do I want it, you’re starting to worry me here. Where you going, tall dark and stupid?” 

“I have a mission, I gotta go. Have fun with the arm.”

“Oh man, come on. You’re gonna need this thing eventually. I’ll just keep it safe for you ‘til you get back.”

“Not likely.” Bucky picked up his gear and headed out, ready for the conversation to be over. “Take care of yourself, Rocket.” He called over his shoulder.

“Y-you too, Barnes.” Rocket stammered, still staring at the case at his feet. 

~~ That’s all for now, lovelies! I’ll be back tomorrow with part two! ~~

[stachestachestache]

600 Celebration: Slow Burn

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

how the faces of love have changed

by Ellerigby13

On April 18, 2018, half the Earth's population disappears in clouds of dust just hours after an alien attack on New York City. Darcy Lewis's fiance Ian happens to be part of that half. Because she does not possess the ability to just stand by and watch as the world ends, she and Jane set out to find the Avengers to fix the incident known only as "The Exodus" - and to get Ian back.

Steve Rogers has failed to keep his team together, his best friend alive, and the world safe. He's ready to give up when a girl so unfaltering, so vibrant comes into his life demanding to be taken seriously. He would be head-over-heels in love with her, if only she weren't engaged to a man he couldn't save.

Words: 3908, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Ian Boothby, Steve Rogers, Original Characters, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Carol Danvers, Rocket Raccoon, Tony Stark, Nebula (Marvel), Kraglin Obfonteri, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang

Relationships: Ian Boothby/Darcy Lewis, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor

Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Pining, Survivor Guilt, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Not Cheating

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