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[rivalswrites]

Valentine's special 2/4

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Summery: giving everyone on the Marvel Rivals roster a kiss (with plot!!)

Valentine's Masterlist

Underage characters and animal characters will be platonic (there will be a reminder for each one)

Characters included: Bruce/Hulk, Invisible Woman, Iron fist, Jeff the Shark, Loki, Luna Snow, Magik, Magneto, Mantis

“You are just the cutest thing ever” Bruce said, holding your head in his hands while sitting on the couch. He had you sitting in-between his legs, which were laying all across said couch, enjoying the warmth of your body laying on top of his.

Usually he wouldn't be so affectionate, worried about… other variables of his, but tonight was different. Tonight Bruce was tired, and all he wanted to do was be with you- even if it meant he'd probably fall asleep on the couch and get back pain in the morning.

“And you're so handsome” you said back, smiling up at him. Your arms were around his waist and you cuddled on top of him. “All of you” was added after.

Bruce let out an amused ‘hmf’ and you could see a soft blush on his cheeks if you squint hard enough. “All of me? Even the big green pea?” That got a laugh out of you.

“Yeah, even the hulk” you mutter out as a reply, laying your head on his chest and humming in content. His hands moved from your face to your back, drawing patterns, and probably equations too, on your back lightly.

Silence reigned over the living room, it would almost be deafening if it weren't for Bruce’s heart beating into your ear where it laid. “Love all of it” was let out in barely a whisper. His hands stopped tracing their patterns, instead grabbing onto your shirt in fistfulls, “can't say stuff like that” he murmured, laying his head back to barely touch the arm of the couch.

“But it's true.” Your elbows pushed you up to try and see his face, “I do love all of you, I don't care if it's you or Hulk.”

When his head came back up to a regular position, his entire face was flushed. “Don't just go saying things like that,” his eyes closed and his face looked so adorable when he was flustered like this “gonna get a heart attack.”

“You of all people know that's not how you get a heart attack.” You whispered while leaning up to meet his face.

He was surprised by the kiss, but not unwelcoming of it. His arms tightened their hold and his fists scrunched up your shirt, trying to pull you closer as he pushed against the kiss to deepen it.

The two of you laid in bed giggling together, it was still early morning but you bother were definitely supposed to be up and running for the day by now. Instead of being responsible adults the two of you stayed under the sheets and made jokes to each other, the early morning fog making everything a tad more funnier than it should be.

“You're ridiculous” Susan said, her head resting on your chest while holding in her laughter horribly. “I'm serious! He really did say that.” You replied, an arm waving in the air as the other one sat entangled with her hair.

After you said that she laughed some more, moving her head back to let it all out. God she was gorgeous like this, in the lighting that perfectly framed everything.

You laughed along too, but eventually it died down to deep breaths to catch both your breaths. Holding each other in a tender embrace, you let out a deep yawn. “Guess we should get up and be productive people, hm?” You said and pulled her closer.

“Yeah, maybe” she replied, pulling you just as close.

Neither of you had any intention of letting go to get up, but you both knew it had to happen eventually. Susan deeply sighed before pulling her arm out from under you and perching herself up. “There's only one way to start the day perfectly.” She said, smiling at you.

“And what's that, my love?” You asked, your hand in her hair moving to push it out of her face. “This” she said before lounging at you.

She practically tackled you with all her force, laying on top of you as she smothered your face in kisses. “Susan!” You said with a shout, laughing and grabbing onto her waist as she continued her attack. She pulled back and smirked, “what, can't handle it?” she said with a giggle. “Oh, I can handle it, can you?” You said before grabbing her face with both your hands and pulling her back in for a passionate kiss.

Lin was met with a bunch of flower in his face the moment he opened his bedroom door, eyes going from them to you multiple times as he processed what was happening.

You had a big smile on your face, holding up the single flower for him. After taking a moment, he smiled back and took the flower from your hand and examined it on his own. “What's this?” He asked, looking up at you with pure curiosity. “A flower” you replied with a proud tone.

“Well obviously, what's it for?” His tone was playful, not at all taken back by the dumb response you had given him. “For you!” Again you gave a vague reply.

He was used to your vague replies, and even found them funny, but his curiosity begged for a real answer- so he pressured more questions. “Where'd you get it?” “Nature” “did it cost anything?” “I paid with my love for you” “why today?” “Why not?” It went on and on, like a game of cat and mouse, except he had no way of winning this one.

There was only one thing to do, pull out the big guns.

“I'll give you a kiss if you actually tell me.” In an instant he saw your eyes light up, immediately making eye contact with him as you spoke.

“I found it in someone's front lawn on my way here, I thought it was cute and wanted you to have it.” Straight forward, “I believe you owe me a reward for being so honest.” and humble.

He laughed, looking back down at the flower, “I do, don't I?” Lin pulled you in by the waist and dipped his head down, capturing you in a soft kiss full of love- as they always were with him. When he pulled back he observed your star struck face with a smile. “Thank you for the flower, baby. But maybe don't go stealing from random neighborhoods next time.”

(Platonic)

The little shark had wanted to play outside, and as the self-designated caretaker of the little guy you were the one to take him outside. You sat on the porch stairs and watched as he ran around chasing everything- literally. His tail? Chased. That butterfly? Chased. The wind? Chased.

Jeff never ceased to amaze you on how much curiosity one creature could have- he was adorable.

You had spent maybe an hour outside by now, resting your head on your palm and watching Jeff explore a yard he's seen a million times before. By now you were getting hungry, and you sure Jeff was a little too, so you started thinking of lunch. Sandwiches sounded good, and they were simple to make, quick and easy so the little guy didn't have to wait.

Jeff easily noticed when you stood up, stopping his playtime and trotting over to you to see what was up. His face looked up at you with what you thought was a cute smile and big beady eyes. “Ah, Jeff you're so cute” you praised, crouching down to scratch the underside of his chin. He enjoyed this, letting out a cute noise and letting his tail wag. “How's about some lunch? You hungry?” The question easily peaked his interest, turning in circles to show it.

He easily followed you inside, even pushing the door closed after- something he had learned himself somehow, thank goodness he doesn't know how to open doors… right?

The kitchen was empty and made it easy for you to take your time and whatever you wanted from the fridge or cabinets. You settled on some sort of meat you found in the fridge (ham? Maybe turkey?) since it looked fine and passed your smell test- Jeff's too, but he ate anything so smell didn't really matter.

After making the sandwiches, five in total, you sat on the floor and pushed the plate with four of them towards Jeff, taking one for yourself to have. “Enjoy little buddy” you said as you watched the little shark absolutely devour them, taking the late with them. Glad you used a paper plate.

While you were eating yours Jeff came up and laid on your legs, pushing up against your hand that sat on your thigh. Deciding you could always make more, you tossed the rest of your sandwich- which was less than half- and watched as he scrambled to catch it. “You're adorable.” You muttered as he came back to you with a large smile that showed off all his teeth.

He let out the most adorable sound as he jumped onto your lap and licked your face, leaving an uncomfortable trail of shark saliva. “Thanks buddy” you said, using the bottom of your shirt to wipe off what you could.

Honestly it shouldn't be a surprise to you, coming home to find him bathing in rose petals and bubbles. He was a man who liked to be pampered, by others or herself didn't really matter.

“Be a dear and wash my hair for me, hm?” He slurred out, using a charming smile to coerce you into following his question- though he really didn't need to, you would've done it if he had ordered you too. Kneeling down you roll up your sleeves and grab the cup sitting on the edge.

Loki closed her eyes and sighed in bliss as the water washed over his head, relaxing into the water even more when your hands started to brush through his hair. “So good to me” he muttered.

“I try” you replied, rubbing the luxurious shampoo onto his scalp and down her long hair. Your fingers scratched at her scalp and that definitely got a satisfied reaction from her- seeing as he kept leaning his head into your hands, you happily obliged and applied more pressure onto her head. The deep exhale of his breath was a show of satisfaction.

It continued on like this, a cycle of singing his hair and applying hair products of all kinds- he insisted you used them all, to make sure her hair glowed. She still wanted to lay in the water, after you were done, so you started to stand up to give her space and alone time. Her hand rushed up and grabbed yours, water splashing out of the tub at how quick he was “stay,” her tone was demanding, but also quiet, “please.”

It was rare for him to ask such things of you, so you did. You took a towel and set it in the ground before sitting on it, your arm leaning on the tub. Quickly she took the opportunity to lay her head on your arm, a hand of his coming up to rest on your wrist- her pinky was outstretched to interlock with yours.

The both of you sat like that in silence for what could've been 5 minutes to an hour, it didn't seem like either of you cared which one it was.

His head would readjust sometimes, until eventually it was up on your shoulder and she had to hunch over to stay comfortable.

“The water is cold” the silence was broken by his comment. Unsure of what she wanted as a reply you went with the safest option, “want me to rerun the bath for you? Make it warm again, my love?” “No” his reply was quick, hand on your wrist tightening its grip. “Alright” was your reply, a quiet one as the silence set in once more.

You looked over to her, cheek resting on his wet hair with a smile. Your hand came up to rest on their head, thumb rubbing up against their cheek in comfort. It was all he needed to raise his head and look up at you- leaning into your palm.

It was too hard to resist, you couldn't help it when she looked at you with those eyes- vulnerability showed in them, something only you were allowed to see. So even so slightly you leaned in and pressed a kiss against Loki’s own lips; enjoying how soft they've always been compared to your most likely chapped ones.

It was late at night and you were in the dining room, sitting with two bowls in front of you- even though it was just you. This had been like the fifth time you'd checked the time, but you waited patiently, you knew she was a busy person.

The front door keypad sounded and went off after the correct code was put in before the door opened and closed soon after; which still didn't stop the cold breeze of outside meeting your face briefly. You could hear her, her shiver from the outside as she took her shoes off and put them in the shoe rack, replacing them with the bunny slippers you had gotten her ages ago.

“Oh,” she mutters, leaving the entry hallway to get a peek at you “I didn't realize you'd be awake still.” Seol looked guilty, reaching up to scratch at her hair nervously.

“Wanted to wait for you, should I not have?” You asked, turning in your chair to look directly at her. “No- No!” She shouted, “I mean- I don't mind it, you staying up for me.” her corrections on her reply were quick and worried.

She comes and pulls the chair next to you out, to sit in, and faces you like you do her; your legs interlock. “I'm sorry I'm always so late.” Her hand comes up to rest on your bicep, rubbing up and down in comfort. “It's alright, I know you're busy” you muttered in reply, taking her hand on you and holding it in yours. “You could make it up, though.” That caught her interest.

“Oh? How's that, my love?” Her face cracked a smile, if she knew you- which she did- she knew where this was going.

You didn't verbally reply, simply reaching up and pointing to your lips with a smile. Seol’s smile got brighter with your movement, raising her hands to cup your face. “I can't deny you.” She said before tugging you close and bumping faces with you with a laugh. Eventually her lips met yours and her laughs turned into little giggles instead; you even let out a few of your own.

The kiss was apologetic and sweet. She was busy a lot, you knew what you signed up for.

“Why do you care so much?” She sighed, laying her head on the foot of the bed as she laid on her stomach, “it's a shirt! Just pick one, baby, not that hard.”

Illyana wasn't one for fashion, despite looking good in everything, so when you propositioned her to pick your shirt because you couldn't decide she started complaining- nicely because it was you. “C'mon Illy- I can't decide!” You said back, holding up like three different shirts “That's why I'm asking you!”

This obviously wasn't going anywhere, as it always did when you asked her to help you with your wardrobe choices. “Why don't you wear that one shirt, the one I like?” She replied, rolling onto her back and turning her neck to glare at you from upside-down.

“It's dirty, I don't want to smell bad when I go out.” You said on the bed next to her and tossed the shirts onto her legs. “Hey!” She scoffed playfully, not actually bothered by it.

“Hey” you replied, leaving down to rest your hands on her stomach as she adjusted her head to look up at you. “Why don't you just stay inside today, then you don't have to pick out a shirt.” She suggested, raising her eyebrows in a silly manner while smirking at you.

“I'm not gonna walk around shirtless all day at home, you sucker.” You grabbed into her nose and shook her head playfully. Her hands raised to meet yours, tugging it off of her and smiling up at you. Her hands brought yours back down to rest on her stomach.

Quiet washed over the two of you, leaving both to just look at each other with smiles. “You could wear one of my shirts.” She offered, cutting through the silence. Pretending to think you looked up, “You do have some nice ones…”

“Alright, one of yours it is.” You pat her stomach and she laughs. “See? Not so hard after all,” Illyana reached up and grabbed your face. “I deserve a reward for being so helpful.”

With no complaints you listened to her suggestion, leaning down and giving her a sweet kiss. Her hands tangled with your hair and tugged slightly, always having to be in control in some way.

Somehow it was a quiet evening, for everyone. You sat on the couch with Erik, holding onto his arm and practicing melding into his side. “You're so warm” you told him earlier when he questioned it, but quickly left it alone with your answer being satisfactory.

He was reading a book, something random he found in the Baxter Buildings extensive library- it was probably something science related, maybe philosophical, but you didn't pay attention or care enough.

Your head rested on his muscular shoulder, not the most comfortable pillow but a favorite. He never showed it, but he loved when you cuddled up to him, you knew imso because he'd always make space for you to do so. Willingly he would move his arm to just the right position to where your arms could easily wrap around it so you could hold him. What a sweetheart.

Erik would let it occasional hums, something he unconsciously did when he was satisfied with his environment- when you were there.

“Please, my dear, stop staring at me.” He cut through the silence, but didn't look up from his book. “I don't know what you're talking about.” You said, feigning stupidity at him obviously catching you in the act of ogling over him. “You are right, I should not assume that you were staring at me when I can very obviously feel your eyes on me” Erik replied sarcastically, putting an ear on the page he was reading so he could close the book and put it aside- finally looking at you with a light smile.

“Exactly,” you agree, playing along “assuming things never work out well.” The both of you chuckle and smile at each other, leaning in more- if that was even possible.

“You are so right, my dear, as always.” his eyes were gentle, for a man that had gone through everything he has. “I always am,” you said back, thumbing at his shoulder gently.

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb across it before running back and playing with the ends of your hair. His touch was so gentle, like you were the most precious thing in the world; because you were, to him you were.

Without another word needed between either of you, you moved to sit up more and leaned up to give him a kiss. He gladly returned it, using his hand in your hair to tug you closer, giving all of his love and attention to you.

“I can feel your love for me.” She said, thumbing at your hands that rested around her. You both laid in bed, her back to your chest as the moonlight passed through the curtains of your room. “Well I sure hope you can,” you replied, pushing her up against you more “make sure you get all of it.”

Mantis laughed at your comment, turning her head to see you and in turn show you her smile. “I certainly am.” She replied with a giggle.

You leaned your head down and nuzzled into her cheek, pushing yours against her like a cat. “Good, it's all meant just for you.” Her smile widened. Mantis pushed against the bed and turned around so she could wrap her arms around you like you were with her. The room became quiet again, besides your breathing, and you both just looked into the others eyes; full of love they were.

Leaning down you pressed a quick kiss against her nose, pulling back with a smile as blush dusted her cheeks a little. In turn she leaned up and pressed a kiss against your chin, and the game was on. The both of you took turns pressing kisses against the others face, it felt like enough time had passed to where every inch of both your faces was covered in kisses.

“I win.” You said, leaning down and capturing her lips before she could ask what you meant. She didn't complain, her hands raising to rest under your sleep shirt and pulling you closer.

When you pulled away it took a moment for the both of you to catch your breath, but she was quicker. “I didn't know this was a game, I think there needs to be a rematch.”

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

would anyone give a fuck if i started writing will poulter stuff?

I have thought this boy was fucking gorgeous since maze runner and everyone thought I was crazy back then but now ya'll are frothing over him suddenly as if he wasn't always stunning. idgaf if he was awkward looking that's why i loved him! This hype train is the only thing I will proudly say I was onboard before it was cool lol

I feel vindicated and it's inspiring me to write about some of his characters - gally from maze runner, Erik from warfare, Shepard Leopold from Death of a unicorn, Adam Warlock from Guardians of the Galaxy, Colin Ritman from bandersnatch, Luca from the Bear, mark from Midsommar

Is the interest there? Based on how many times I've watched these movies ^^^ I fucking adore this man

My requests are open :3

Edit: this post has gotten a bit popular and I have since started writing for this gorgeous man! Masterlist is here

[vampireimiko]

Jealous! Peter Quill x Healer! Reader

warnings, none per usual :3

none, i actually rlly enjoyed writing for quill hello

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You were the team’s healer, which is without a doubt the backbone of a team. Always putting yourself at risk to keep everyone in fighting shape. Peter had seen you patch up the team dozens of times, but for some reason, watching you fuss over Strange—checking his wounds extra carefully, giving him a warm smile—rubbed him the wrong way.

“Oh wow, must be nice,” Peter muttered, watching you press a hand to Strange’s shoulder, your healing energy glowing softly. “Get saved once and suddenly you’re someone’s favorite patient.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He tried to play it off, acting like he didn’t care, but Rocket saw right through him. “You got somethin’ to say, Quill?” Rocket smirked. “Or you just gonna glare at the wizard all day?”

“I’m not glaring,” Peter scoffed, arms crossed. “I’m just… observing. Pretty closely. For tactical reasons!”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You didn’t even notice Peter sulking at first. But when he started getting more reckless—jumping into fights he shouldn’t, taking unnecessary hits—you realized something was off.

“Quill, what the hell are you doing?!” you scolded, rushing to heal him after he took a particularly nasty hit.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “Oh, you’re worried about me now?” he shot back, wincing as you worked. “Thought I had to be a fancy magic man to get that kind of VIP treatment.” It took you a second to realize—he was jealous. Adorably, stupidly jealous.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “Peter,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I focus on healing people who need it the most. Strange almost got blasted saving me. I was just—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he muttered. “Big damn hero, saved the pretty healer, got all the attention.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling a little. “You know, if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.” That shut him up real quick.

additional note ! this request was meant to be platonic so i hope i kept it that way 😭

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[sayangrafayel]

MC: Xavier, I love you more than anything but some metaphor just go over your head without you realizing it.

Xavier: Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.

[unearthlyeclipse]

PETER QUILL :: STARLORD P! LINKS + SCENARIOS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: Ermmm,,, I've never posted on Tumblr so hopefully these little scenarios are cool and if you'd like to request a character I'll try my best to fulfill!! Rather, it be links or just a small paragraph or two :3c

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, overstimulation, squirting, pet names, mutual masturbation, morning sex/sex toys, dry humping, grinding, implied wet dream/morning wood, titfucking, cunnilingus, teasing.

You and Peter had just stepped foot on the ship after a long mission. Being out for at least a week, you both had truly lost track. As you let out an exasperated sigh, flopping down on your bed, Peter came up behind you, his hand cupping your waist. After a few moments of feeling you up through your uniform, Peter moved you to straddle his hips and tore a hole through your pants. "Sorry, couldn't resist 'ya." He quickly prodded his own cock against your entrance, his fingers massaging the fat of your thighs lovingly.

Peter had opened the door to his quarters, ready to take a long nap after a rough solo mission, but was met with you only in black lingerie that he had gifted you for your birthday, cuddling up and hugging one of his pillows. He walked over to examine you, his eyes fixated on the garter on your thighs, before he grabbed you by your hips, pulling you towards the end of the bed. "Can't believe you thought of me like this, sweetheart. What a gift." You knew you were in for a long night once he kicked off his pants and briefs, letting his hardened length grind against your clothed heat. "You wouldn't mind?"

You were lying side by side in your own bed, shoulders touching, while moans sputtered from each of your lips. You held a vibrator to your clit, hips jolting and thrusting forward just as Peter's did, fucking up into his cheap fleshlight with slow pumps of his hand to meet each motion. You challenged not to touch each other, but you didn't realize how difficult it was turning out as Peter continued to groan, turning just a bit to watch as the vibrator worked its magic on your clit. Such a perverted date.

Peter pounded into you roughly, allowing himself to plow into your abused cunt after you told him to use you however he pleased. You figured that he would be stressed from his guardian duties, so you wanted him to blow off some steam, you being the perfect way to do that. You tossed on some lingerie and bent yourself over on his bed, Peter kissing your back lovingly. He leaned into your ear, whispering, "Let me know when it's too much." Of course, you two implemented a green light signal just in case Peter gets too rowdy, but the way he fucked your cunt like it was nothing left you screaming in pleasure, crying over a feeling you never thought could get any better, not to mention orgasming over and over again.

Quill and you were sleeping together in your bed, a line of drool seeping from his lips while you were hugging his body. You were both in tank tops and shorts beneath a thin blanket sheet. His eyes fluttered open from small gasps emitted by you, slowly realizing that you were grinding your clothed cunt against his muscular thigh, your chest against his as while you moaned louder with each movement. He watched you, his expression dazed, before he moved a hand to your hip and gently turned you over. You slowly began to wake up just as Peter tugged your shorts and panties down, letting his index and middle finger glide between your folds while the other hand began to lift the hem of your tank top. "Good morning," You smiled sleepily. He snorted, pressing a kiss to your neck, grinding his bulge against your thigh just as you had earlier. "Were you even asleep?"

Nothing but moans and wet slaps filled the room just as Peter was within your convulsing walls. Peter's hand was wrapped behind your back while yours were clawing at his back, scratching desperately for more despite both of your shared overstimulation. Tears flowed from your eyes like a waterfall while Peter groaned like an animal while he fucked you through each of your orgasms, continuing to pull more from you with each deep thrust. "J-Just breathe... you're doing so good, s-so good..." He muttered, words repeating like a broken record. He truly couldn't pull himself out of you.

"Nobody is here, Pete.” You hummed while making yourself a bowl of cereal, Peter having walked in shirtless with only a pair of night pants on. As you poured the milk into the filled bowl, Peter came up behind you and lifted you by your waist onto the countertop, quick to litter your face and neck with slow, sensual kisses. “Should’ve said that a long time ago… I’ve been waiting.” He chuckled, removing his clothing before yours, giving him more access to your bare skin. “What an eventful morning,” you gasped playfully, a hand combing through his soft curls, “I suppose my breakfast may have to wait.”

Peter lapped at your folds greedily like a starved man, his lips suckling your clit and his tongue swirling to collect your juices. You were moaning endlessly, hips bucking and grinding against his face to further the pleasure for both of you. He began to jerk his head in a steady rhythm to match your hips, causing you to nearly scream. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping and tugging his face closely as his groans vibrated against your cunt. Peter's eyes locked with yours through his lashes, wincing from your grip on his locks while muttering lowly, barely loud enough to make out any words. "Just— Just like that... Keep going, baby—baby doll…" His words continued to vibrate against your clit, making you throw your head back in bliss.

You both have always been touchy lovers, experimental, and always excited to try something new occasionally. Peter had asked to try tit-fucking you, to which you giddily agreed. He had you lie down in his bed, then he teasingly removed your shirt, "barely" noticing the fishnet long sleeve you wore beneath. He grew flustered, but it was so easy to tell it was all an act before he began to grope your breasts, tweaking both nipples between each of his hands. You hummed in satisfaction as his rough fingerpads toyed with your nipples, pinching and pulling just enough to get you drenched. After a few minutes of foreplay on your breasts, he moves his hips to straddle the area just below your chest, his length resting on your mounds before he slips between them with a groan, your soft flesh wrapping around his warm cock snuggly. "You really liked the fishnet, huh, Pete?" You teased. “Was it really that noticeable..?”

[juniemunie]

i love you in every universe

Edit:// anomaly character by @htsan

[raccoonfallsharder]

some questionable headcanons.

navigation | headcanons & imagines

just thinking too much about how (and why) rocket doms & subs in all (well, most??) of his different incarnations. of course there’s lots of crossover because at his core, rocket is always rocket, but sort of… reskinned by the experiences in his different worlds.

i spent way too long thinking about this while traveling over the weekend. NSFW (mdni) with gn reader below the cut my loves. just some ramblings/musings that are subject to change according to my mood.

ROCKET DOMS/SUBS FOR YOU.

WARNINGS: all sorts of kink including bondage, blindfolds, mild painplay, collaring, crawling, intox, gunplay, marking (scratches, come), ropeplay, masturbation (guided- and un-guided), overstim, edging, general bossiness, sex toys, cockwarming, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesomes... did i get em all?

mcu rocket

DOMS YOU: by doing whatever it takes to make you beg for him — to force you to convince him that you want him, that you need him. he’s a master of edging, and he wants desperately to leave marks on you as proof that he was there. it’s not a dealbreaker if you aren’t into spanking or biting or spanking or clamping or spanking or bruising, but he’d love to give you just a little bit of pain if you’re into it. also likes to degrade you a little too, but has a hard time bringing himself to be really mean when he likes you oh-so-much. oh — and the top-drop is real with this one, so make sure to provide good aftercare for your dom.

SUBS FOR YOU: the amount of trust it will take for this rocket to explicitly sub for you is immense (though it’s pretty clear early on that even if he likes to degrade you a little bit, you’re the one with all the power in the bedroom). he doesn’t like to be restrained by anything but his own willpower, which is admittedly flimsy. but for you, he’ll try: clenching his fists into the sheets of his bunk, gripping onto shelves and hatch-frames and anything else he can brace himself against to try to keep from touching you when you tell him to keep his hands to himself. he might even let you blindfold him, though he’s honest enough to admit that he can use his other senses to get a pretty clear idea of where you’re at and what you’re about to do. the truth is, this rocket really does want nothing more than to make you feel good — and if that means letting you take control, he’ll figure out a way to do it. after the first time — when you’ve given him so many orgasms he thinks he might’ve actually died and gone to a better afterlife than he deserves — he’s more willing to explore whatever options you want, just as long as you keep murmuring those sweet little reassurances that you’ll take care of him.

eidos rocket

DOMS YOU: most rockets have something of a gunplay-kink, but this guy takes it to the next level. he loves to both toss you around and boss you around, and lavish you with all sorts condescending praise — particularly when stretching you out on a cannon. plus, ever since that night you let him get you high on everbloom, he can’t stop thinking about how sweet and silly and eager-to-please you’d been while intoxicated. he won’t do anything without your explicit consent, but he can envision a whole galaxy of fun if you let him do that again.

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket generally avoids situations where he’s vulnerable, so at first it seems like you’re unlikely to ever get the upper hand. secretly, he also worries about having flashbacks to the labs when restrained, or the sensory deprivation chambers when, well, sensory-deprived, so traditional bondage is a no-go. i don’t think he minds you taking the lead, though — just be prepared for him to be bit of a pillow princess when roles are reversed. that said, the truth is that between the cold contempt of the kree scientists, lylla’s sacrifice for his life, and tella’s betrayal, this rocket — while vain as hell in regards to his pretty fur and stunning physique — does worry that there’s something intrinsically inadequate about himself as a person. shower him with enough authentic praise, and he’ll do just about anything to keep it (and you) coming.

cartoon rocket

DOMS YOU: this rocket absolutely sees himself as a dom and is also absolutely not one. underneath it all, some part of him believes that he’s still the unloved runt of his family and the weird one on halfworld — and no matter how amazingly brilliant and capable he’s become, that perception of himself never fully goes away. except for when he’s with you, that is. look, he tries to boss you around a bit. but when you give him that sweet, indulgent little smile and massage the base of his ears, he’ll do whatever he can to please you. the closest this rocket gets to “calling the shots” is when he leaves fine red scratch marks somewhere visible on your skin — loving the way it looks like he’s claimed you (even if part of him would much rather be claimed).

SUBS FOR YOU: did you see the episode with ja kyee lrurt? sure, it’ll take a whole lot of trust-building to get there, but once he’s fallen for you, this rocket will worship the ground you walk on. he’ll trip over his own tail trying to make you happy, both in and out of bed. step on him, spit in his mouth, and call him a good boy, and he’ll be thankful.

universe-killer rocket

DOMS YOU: WARNING. DANGER. if this rocket decides to let you live in the first place, he’ll be wanting to keep you collared around the clock. imagine everything the other rockets do to dom you, but dial the intensity up to thirteen and make it at least six shades darker. loves to see you crawl.

SUBS FOR YOU: oh honey. you’re in the wrong place. at best — once he softens up to you — you’ll get a part-time service dom. maybe. it’s not even that he doesn’t want to submit to you (though he doesn’t). it’s mostly that he wouldn’t remember how if he tried.

marvel rivals rocket

DOMS YOU: i’m still getting to know this rocket but it’s clear he likes variety, based on his dramatically-different looks. i suspect he’s got a major size-kink to go along with that tendency, too. it doesn’t matter that he’s smaller than you in stature: this rocket has at least fifteen different prosthetic cocks and about ten of them are too big for you to take without substantial prep. don’t worry, though: while rocket is not patient in most things, he makes exceptions for this. he loves sinking into you nice and slow while you’re all teared up and dripping, grinning maniacally against your damp skin and purring, “easy, sweetheart; biiiiiig stretch”

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket’s got super-soldier trauma too, but i think he’s also way better at being part of a team — which means he’s willing to take one for it, too. submitting to you is the equivalent of a trust-fall, and once you’ve had his back in battle, he’s willing to at least give it a shot. give him a playful flick to his earring and a smirk to let him know you’re in the mood to boss him around, and he’ll let you as long as it leads to multiple orgasms for both of you. as mentioned, he’s also a big fan of shaking things up, so feel free to try out all your new ideas, just as long as you’re communicating beforehand.

ewing/rosenberg/et al rocket

DOMS YOU: this rocket spent some time with a pretty little thing from the aceta system and learned all about traditional krylorian ropeplay. he loves tying you up with all sorts of deviously-positioned knots that tease your poor, delicious body every time you take a breath. then he just sits and drinks his angargal’s (neat) and watches you with a predatory grin and a few casual — if absolutely filthy — “compliments.” is it even edging if he’s not actually doing anything? he’s innocent, your honor! except that he might jerk off on you, just so he lasts longer when he finally gets inside you (plus there’s something about see you you helpless and dripping — with his fluids and yours — that makes him dangerously feral). he’s also a big fan of directing you on how to touch yourself — especially if he can make you edge or overstim your own body. it feels like the ultimate control to him.

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket loves cuddles, physical affection, and quality time — though he’ll never admit it. it’s on account of him being the loneliest flarkin’ guy in the universe, of course. he hadn’t remembered his past for circs — just a big ol’ hollow void in his history that he’d filled with persistent dread, raw nerves, and more cons and grifts than even he can recall. had his heart broke once or twice, and generally perceives himself as too much of a d’ast grizmod to be worthy of another person’s genuine love. and then he’d gotten his memories back… only to find out he’d been an authentic dumb-ass hero in a past life, before his former enemy had married his girl. it had really sent the message home: that nobody’s just gonna give him nice things. well. nobody until you. so cuddle this rocket up tight in your arms, and treat him oh-so-lovingly — spend late nights with him in the cockpit and listen to his stories — then stroke his tail while you ask him so sweetly to jack himself off. he’ll find himself doing whatever you say before he even realizes it. or — if you want to give him a real treat — make him promise not to move while you cockwarm him for an hour or two. make sure he knows that there will be no orgasms for cranky gunsmiths who can’t stay still. he’ll stare at you like you’re absurd for suggesting it — why the flark would he agree to something like that? — but after two minutes of you holding him snuggled tight inside you, he’ll start getting teary-eyed from the sheer emotional intimacy of it all.

skottie young rocket

DOMS YOU: by tying you up and overstimming you — again and again and again and again — with his tail and a dozen new toys he made himself. today. look, he’s gotta try ‘em out somehow, and you’re both his lucky muse and his favorite lil test-subject. loves to make you cry — but only for fun reasons. would absolutely arrange for another sub to wreck you under his direction, but only if you told him you’d be into it. he’s one-thousand percent a showman of the highest caliber and he’s gotta make sure everything’s over the top so he doesn’t disappear without ever being loved, which means he also doesn’t mind a full-fledged audience.

SUBS FOR YOU: if you’re looking for vulnerability with this rocket, you’re more likely to find it in unguarded moments of sexual intimacy that are remarkably vanilla. why? mostly just because it’s proof that he doesn’t always have to be the most outrageous thing in the galaxy to keep your attention. these are the moments when he’s heartwrenchingly soft, when he might explain to you how isolated he feels, how he’s searched high and low for “his own people” and has always been reminded that he’s the only thing like him in the universe; that he’s tried to fill the void with an endless parade of gender-variable space-princesses only to find that no-one ever made him feel less-alone — until you. but if you’re looking for submission… well. this rocket is the switchiest switch to ever switch. he has no issue subbing for someone with whom he expects to have fun, mostly because he doesn’t have to trust you to play sub for you. he’ll let you do pretty much whatever you want in the name of brat-taming, but the joke’s on you if you think he’s not capable of wresting back control the moment he wants it. for flark’s sake, he can get out of those electrocuffs in less than two seconds if he wants to — and he’ll never be done being a brat.

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: *walking into the room while yawning and stretching* Hey, guys. How’s it going?

Rocket: Where the hell have you been?

Y/N: Sleeping… why?

Gamora: Well, you’ve been sleeping these past two days straight, then

Y/N: Wow… I’m going back to sleep

Peter: *walking in and slamming the door* YOU’VE BEEN ASLEEP?!?! FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS?!?!

Peter: *angrily charging at Y/N* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

Y/N: OH SHIT-

[mcondance]

peter who tells you to just breathe

peter’s big, in multiple senses of the word. you both know this. he’s tall, and he’s buff, and, you know, he’s hung. . so it’s a process when you want him and he wants you, even if it hasn’t been that long.

kissing on the couch ends up with you bent over said couch, cause why walk stumble to the bedroom between kisses and touches and grabs when peter’s mumbling between one kiss and tug of clothes and another “couch, darlin’, right here’s good, anywhere’s good” and you oblige, kissing him again before you turn around and arch your back pretty how he likes it, jolting a little when you feel his hands ghost up the backs of your thighs

and yeah, foreplay helps— one, two, three of his fingers sliding slow and smooth inside you while he reaches under you to tease your clit— but he’s still big, and you can only take so much foreplay before you’re pushing back on him and throwing all caution to the wind. “just put it in,” you’re begging, and quill knows it’s gonna take a while to actually do what you said but at this point, fuck it.

he wastes no time, wraps his hand around his cock and taps his fat tip against your wet cunt, and pushes in just a little. you tense up, and he’s rubbing up and down your back and kneading your sides, humming “you got it, darlin’, you always do.”

and you know you do, but fuck, he’s big.

but he encourages you, whispers “just breathe, baby, le’me in.”

with deep breaths and peter’s hand snaking under you to play gently with your clit, he sliiidess in just a little more, praising you— "look at you, my perfect girl, takin' me so good."

he keeps praising you with every slide of his cock deeper inside you, his sweet tongue never growing short of words to help you. "almost there, pretty, you almost got it" and "you got it, star, know how good you can take it."

and when you close the gap yourself, push back onto him until your ass meets his hips, he's groaning softly as he watches your cunt swallow him up.

"'m all the way in," he tells you. "looked so pretty lettin' me stretch you open."

it takes a minute for you to tell him "move, baby, please", but it's not long until he's pulling out to slide right back in and you're moving back on him, listening to his slurred praises mix with your pretty moans and whines.

[romanoffshouse]

Thor: I love you, guys. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Rocket: We're the best thing to ever happen to you?

Thor: Yes

Rocket: Now I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

[fandomnerd9602]

Nebula flirting with Male Reader but her flirting is like very aggressively it's still working on reader though

Nebula: hey there

Y/N; hey Nebula

Nebula: your face is so gorgeous, I wanna curb stomp it

Y/N: what?

Nebula: umm…I-I wanna slam you against the nearest wall.

Y/N: how about we just go out for pizza?

Nebula: I-I’d like that

[rivalswrites]

#1 heating pad??

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

I'm going through it rn y'all, totally made this just for myself haha. Reader given no specific gender (though assumed to be afab due to y'know, having a uterus (mentioned in fic))

Masterlist

Summery: Rocket helps reader with cramps by basically being a fluffy heating pad for them

Pain and suffering, that's all you could think about. The bedroom was completely dark, the blackout curtains keeping the moonlight out. Your hand resting on your lower abdomen to try and magically make the cramps go away, though obviously it doesn't work.

The slight migraine wouldn't go away, despite taking stuff for it and not having been in a bright room for hours. Instead of seeking out one of the many medically informed people that were all held in the Baxter Building you just continued to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling and wishing your life would end; or that you could rip out your uterus, whichever came first you supposed.

A blinding light of the door opening made you groan and raise your arms to cover your face with. “What the hell man,” you said, voice dry and slightly gravely “at least close the door if you're gonna stay.”

“The flark happened to you.” Your instructions were left ignored by the raccoon standing at your door, hand still on the knob even. The audacity of this rodent.

“Close the door!” You told him even louder than before, to which he complied this time. Begrudgingly, you could hear him scoff and mutter under his breath. With the light finally gone you could go back to resting your hands on your abdomen. The warmth of your hands provided very small comfort, but you'd take it.

Rocket scurried up and sat on your bed, his eyes reflecting no light and yet still you could see them glow like the little critter he was. “I did what you asked, now answer my question” he demanded, taking in the image of your miserable form.

“I'm just on my period, cramps and stuff y'know.” He did not, in fact, ‘know’. Tarrin bodies were weird, he knew, but from the look of it this was a self sabotaging thing- was your body trying to kill you? Jeez, even he wouldn't wish that on Quill.

He scoots closer, little feet claws resting gently on your arm as he gets a look at your face, “Are you going to die?” The question makes you scoff and then laugh. “It certainly feels like it, though it won't. Happens every month, and I haven't died yet” you signed, raising a hand up and resting it on top of his head. He groans and tries moving his head away but that just fuels your desire to pet him more.

With another once over you, he decides to be nice and doesn't pull away more when you start petting him. “Do you…” he hesitates, this really goes against his bad guy persona “do you need anything?” You think about it, hand still on your abdomen pressing harder to try and combat the cramp that just developed.

“I don't suppose you know what a heating pad looks like?” You ask, and he could hear the slight waver in your voice. Your hand on his head returns back to the other one to push against the cramp too, though it doesn't help more. “No.. I don't” he mutters in reply, watching your actions carefully.

“Fuck…” you whispered, “should've gotten one earlier. Maybe I can ask Quill…” your head turns from side to side, glancing around the bed “now where's my phone…”

Rocket was insulted, the way you thought Peter would be more help than him, he'll show you- this plan is definitely to prove he's better than Peter, not because he actually wants to help. From context clues, like the name 'heating pad’ and the way you're holding yourself he can make an assumption on what you need. He doesn't have anything on hand, so he just shrugs off the jacket he was wearing and flops his body on top of your hands.

Surprised by his unexpected contact, you jump slightly, pulling your hands quickly from under him. “What-” you cut yourself off, letting the feeling of his warm fur sink in with the contact if your skin. “Oh, that's nice,” you mutter. Rocket scoffs “‘course it is, way better than Quill could ever do.” He mutters the last part about Quill to himself.

Hands rest on Rocket's back, slowly carding through fur as he rested horizontally on you. It was a peaceful moment, and his warmth provided you something much better than your hands.

“Thanks…” you whispered, hands coming to a stop- still on his back- as the earth spread and let the tired feeling fully wash over you. Finally you could get some sleep.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't go mentioning this to anyone, ya hear me?” He bites back, not even moving from his position. Actions spoke louder than words. “Don't want this ruining my reputation, I spent years building it up y'know.” His little rant sadly didn't meet your ears, as you were already fully asleep. Man were you tired.

“Flarkin' terrins...”

[vampireimiko]

Adam Warlock x Fashion Designer Reader Headcanons !!

warnings, none !

note, adam warlock save me😞😞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Seeing Adam for the first time was enough to change your brain chemistry, a being with naturally golden skin, dashing features, and an otherworldly presence. He was practically made to be admired, and you, as an artist and fashion designer, couldn’t help but feel inspired. You found yourself sketching designs before you even realized what you were doing.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Granted, at first, Adam was confused when you asked him to model for you. “You wish to… create garments for me?” he asked, tilting his head. “But I am already clothed.”

You sighed and nervously rubbed your neck. “Yeah, but you could be clothed better. Let me work my magic! Trust me you’ll love it! Or atleast I hope...”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He agreed, mostly because he was curious about your work—and, if he was being honest, he found your passion endearing.

"So once you’ve measured me throughly, you’ll know the exact size of clothing I need to wear?" He asked while standing perfectly still in a t-pose for you. "Mhm." You responded quietly while still holding your focus on what you were doing. He stood perfectly still, allowing you to drape fabrics over him, adjust seams, and test different silhouettes.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Of course, he didn’t understand fashion that well, not as nearly as much as you did, but the way you’d light up and look so focused while working on a piece brung him a somewhat sense of happiness.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “You are very dedicated to your craft,” he noted once, watching as you adjusted a collar with intense focus.

“Of course. Fashion is an art, and you just so happen to be the perfect canvas,” you replied absentmindedly. When you realized what you said, you froze, but Adam only smiled—clearly pleased.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You designed outfits specifically to complement his features. Rich, deep colors that made his gold skin glow even more, every detail was intentional. He started wearing your designs even outside of fittings, which made your heart do little flips every time you saw him. “They are comfortable,” he explained simply, though there was something almost proud in the way he said it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Over time, Adam became more than just your muse. He started lingering after fittings, watching you work, asking questions about your designs. When he realized how much effort you put into each piece, he looked at you the same way you looked at him—with admiration.

One evening, as you adjusted the last stitch on his sleeve, he spoke softly, “You have spent so much time creating for me. Is there something I may do for you in return?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sincerity. “I… I just like having you around,” you admitted, a bit embarrassed. Adam considered this, then gave a small nod, his eyes warm. “Then I will stay.”

additional note ! IHATEBEINGSICK

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[sayangrafayel]

Woke up thinking if MC never gave Sylus a chance and get to know him again, they would be like Peter Quill and Gamora. This scene...

MC: I bet we were fun.

Sylus: Heh. Like you wouldn't believe.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy

Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol

My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!

I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol

[thebadbatchfan]

spot the difference