Devil!nat Goes Crazy 😫😋

HI rich skateboarder!kate gives cocky himbo HCs?

My wife and I are going through a phase, she’s feeling…fuck boy lately

I gib bites and chomps in return!!!

cocky himbo!kate headcanons

nsfw below the cut — 18+

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she has so many sweaters and flannels and jackets and she lets you take whatever you want (you usually take the ones from her floor after she’s worn them all day so they smell like her)

SHE WEARS COLOGNE💕💕💕💕💕

even though she has money she drives a really shitty old car that breaks down all the time

but in her spare time she learned how to fix it up so now she spends a bunch of time working on her car and looking hot

she wears boxers <3

so that she can pack…… i think i have a thing for kate packing idk

she likes pressing up against you in public so you can tell she’s wearing the strap <333

oh she loves having you on your knees also

cuz she likes holding you by the hair while you suck her dick

and then she throws you onto the bed n fucks you there for a while

and she LOVES to make you warm her when you’re done

or before

or whenever

she also sucks at cooking so when you’re at her place you eat a lot of cereal and lukewarm monster energy

or take out when she remembers she can order in

(she forgets a lot cuz she’s so busy teasing you or dragging you to the skate park or um. fucking you.)

oh she likes to show you off to all her friends when she’s out

duh

also she goes to random parties with you every now and then but it always ends with you both leaving early cuz you “made her horny”

(she drank too much beer and sat you in her lap and whispered a few too many things in your ear)

she is one of those girls who sleeps on one million pillows btw

so when you sleep in her bed it is like a mountain and then You and then kate somewhere underneath

she luvs to cuddle so it’s okay (but DONT tell anyone)

brain goes brrr 🤤🤤

bring a bucket and a mop

ship: slimegirl!kate bishop x reader

summary/request: slime girls are cute, until they ruin your furniture.

word count: 608

warnings: smut (18+), gooey girlfriend (for visuals look up slimeantha from monster prom <3), vaginal and anal penetration (reader receiving), reader is a bit of a size queen, gaping, mild edging, ooze and slime and goo

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist

Pros of having a slime girlfriend: spending less money on food and doctors bills since they can’t get sick, shapeshifting is cool and surprisingly comes in handy, and it’s really funny seeing people react to your gooey girlfriend casually walking down the street or trying on a new hoodie.

Cons of having a slime girlfriend: the mess.

God, the fucking mess.

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i 100% agree

there’s only a few fic authors with quality stories that do it for me

is it just me or is the quality of fanfiction on this site just not as it was pre 2019

GOOD OLD STEVE ☺️🤭😫

earpiece

steve rogers x gn!reader (fluff)

summary: you're undercover.

warnings: brief mentions of drinking

a/n: i'll stop writing about jealous!steve when it stops being my favorite thing ever

“do you have to look at him like that?”

“oh my god," you exclaim—all feigned enthusiasm meant to flatter the target. tilting your head, you wonder if there's a way to press the mute button on your earpiece discreetly enough. “i’ve never been there, what’s it like?”

“what? sweetheart, we were there last month.”

wherever steve sits, monitoring this operation from afar, your sudden burst of laughter probably irks him.

the truth is, you didn't hear the response from the man in front of you; steve's hasty interjection drowned it out. it’s the urgency of his reminder, the childish call for your attention, that amuses you.

you want to tell him: you remember last month just fine.

it was your first real trip. not for work—no mission protocols weighing down your luggage or agents blowing up your phone. and not the kind of weekend-only jaunt where the driving alone eats up eight of your precious hours together. 

it was all sea salt breezes, the polar opposite to new york at this time of year. every sweet treat you spooned into steve’s sunny smile contained at least one tropical fruit, and you’re still finding sand in your shoes.

it was your first anniversary.

your thumb tucks into your palm, itching at your temporarily empty finger.

thankfully, the guy seems charmed, despite your ignorance to whatever he just said. “excuse me.” you stand and straighten your clothes. “i have to use the restroom.”

he nods. “want a drink? on me."

“you pick.” a flirty nudge of your hip earns you a grin.

once you’ve rounded the corner, you pretend to answer your phone. "rogers.”

“sweetheart,” he returns, all drawn out.

of course he would be so lax about this, jeopardizing your performance, your work. “do you want the location of this chitauri weapons operation or not?"

"i’m only—”

“yes or no?”

steve sighs, a gust of wind in your ear.

"good," you mutter, "so you're gonna shut up, and let me stroke this guy's ego until he gives me what we need, or i'm gonna mute your ass."

he sounds a little sad. "don't say it like that."

a moment of confusion. "what?"

"i don't want you stroking this guy's anything, okay?"

you don't know if you're out of steve's sight by now, or if he can see you smile. "you're such an asshole."

even with the tinny audio, steve's laughter still sounds warm. “i love you too.”

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love love love it so far 😍🫶🏽

serendipity

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pairing: photographer!peter parker x photographer!reader

warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking, clowning business majors

summary: you’re an upcoming photographer in search of experience, and peter happens to need assistance. by a stroke of luck, he takes you on.

a/n: i know y’all love the smaus and i do too so i really hope you enjoy! make sure to read the character intros if you haven’t already <3

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so sexy

drummer!steve rogers’ instagram.

commissions :)

i just love love @earth2bucky’s writing 😭😭

it’s so beautiful and i was always find myself binge reading her masterlist.

angel - bucky x reader

a/n: lisTEN im working on three requests rn and i needed a break so this is the result

word count: <1k

summary: bucky coming to terms with just how much he loves needs you (also ur first kiss aw !!!)

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absolute perfection

just barely 

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary:

“okay, peter. are you afraid of spiders?”  “no.”  “then can you go get the one in my apartment?”

warnings: angst, grief, mentions of gwen, arachnophobia, fluff. neighbors au. 

a/n: i am. so sorry. and actually i love this one so much so feed my ego, thanks

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gave me butterflies fr 🤭🤭

LOOK AT HIS POUTY LIL LIPS.ABSOLUTELY BEGGING TO BE KISSED!!

teasing miguel hehe! (fluff)

you come in, miguels most likely messing around with his gizmo. propping yourself on your tiptoes, two fingers hooking into the fabric of his suit you give him a lil smooch!

“¿para qué era eso, bonita? t: what was that for, pretty?” miguel asks, his voice a little raspy and his eyes dumbfounded. “you’re pouting.” you state, still propped on your tiptoes, holding his suit.

in response miguel’s hands land on your hips, picking you up and setting you on the desk, slotting between your legs with an even more pouty expression he grumbles. “i do not pout.” a laugh slips past your lips as you watch him get all defensive. pissing him off further you ruffle his hair. his hard-ass demeanour pleading not to crumble, especially not in the semi public.

“cariño. t: honey.” he hisses. replied with a single “whaaat?” and a giggle. its too late to save himself though. lyla in the doorway, already taking pictures of miguel (our big bad spiderman.) slotted between your legs and having his hair played with as he pouts like a baby.

“lyla.” was all miguel needed to hiss before lyla was already gone, taking her camera with her. that was gonna be blackmail for a while.

you try to do a coy apology, getting half way through your “sor-” before miguel stops you with a “don’t you start, pequeño demonio. t: you little devil.” making you giggle and pull him into another little kiss by his spider suit.

A/N, holy shit!! i came back this morning to see over 200 likes on my posts?! i actually love you all so much!! also was gonna ask, would you guys read stuff that i wrote about ghost (cod mw2)?? let me know haha because i have a few ideas >o<!!💝💝

yesyesyes!! @ohbuckie’s ideas >>

I’m thinking teenage Becca angst where she gets into a minor car accident and hits a pole or something bc it’s winter and slippery and she’s totally fine but the car is totaled but all Bucky hears in her phone call is “hit a pole with my car” and he’s losing it.

OKAY FUCKK (i literally did not even consider proof-reading this so if it's ass. Lol. we all have our moments i guess.)

Bucky sits next to you in bed, wearing just boxers, crew socks, and his charming wire-frame glasses. With soft muscles on display, you're thankful that Becca won't be home from her friend's house until later.

"I'm gonna smoke in a minute, if you wanna come out with me." He offers, and turns to look at you.

You stare at his lips, at his scruffy facial hair that makes him finally look like somebody's dad, and at the tattoos that creep up his neck and behind his ears. You almost forget to respond. "I'm okay tonight."

He nods in understanding and swings his legs over the side of the bed, sifting through drawers to find sweats and a hoodie to protect himself against the chilly winter weather. He takes a preroll from the nightstand drawer and leans over the bed to kiss you carefully before he steps out.

It only takes a couple of minutes before he comes back in, hysterical. He smells like weed, which is to be expected, but you know he couldn't have finished the joint he took with him so quickly.

"Bucky, what's wrong?"

"You have to drive- Rebecca crashed her car, she's-"

"What?" You stand from bed quickly, pulling on the first pair of pants you find, which happen to be Bucky's plaid pajama pants. All of the worst possibilities flood your mind. You start to choke up. "Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's by, um, fuck, she's by the convenience store. Please, you need to drive."

"Bucky, is she fucking okay?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and you forgive him quickly for yelling when his voice cracks and he wipes a tear from his cheek.

You slide on a pair of shoes and hop into the car, following Bucky's navigation instructions and screeching the car to a stop when you spot her car and then her, standing with her arms crossed on the sidewalk, analyzing the wreckage her poor CR-V has been reduced to.

Bucky's already holding her face, inspecting every inch of her, asking her if anything hurts by the time that you get out of the car. You take an extra jacket from your backseat and wrap it around her before Bucky envelopes the both of you in a massive hug.

He sniffles and holds her head against his chest while she cries, too.

"Are you sure nothing hurts? Not your head or your spine or your chest or anything? How fast were you going—did the seatbelt get you?"

"I swear I wasn't speeding or anything, it's just slippery, and I've never driven in the winter before, and-"

"It's okay, Becca, I know. It's alright." He kisses her head and squeezes her tighter. "That's not what I'm asking. I just want you to be okay."

"I'm okay, dad."

You notice Bucky's hand shaking almost violently when he moves it to zip her borrowed jacket, and you know it isn't because it's cold outside. "Can I go sit in the car?" She asks quietly. "I'm so fucking cold."

You nod and kiss her forehead. "Of course you can."

She climbs into the backseat and shuts the door, and you watch her reach into the front to turn up the heat. You turn to Bucky and wrap your arms around his neck. He drops his head and starts crying again almost immediately.

"I know, Bucky, I know. It's okay—she's okay." You rub his back and he quickly starts fully sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not trying to cry-" He tries to breathe deeply but it hardly works. "I just feel like I'm gonna fucking throw up. I'm just always so scared for her and I was so afraid of this happening and I know that it could've been worse, but-"

"It's alright, Buck. We'll handle it. Right? She'll be okay."

He nods and swallows thickly.

After about another hour of reporting her accident, calling a tow truck, waiting for it to arrive, and helping Bucky quit imagining all of the ways in which it could have been detrimentally worse, you end up at the emergency room.

They examine her quickly and give her a Tylenol for the sore bruises on her chest from her seat belt. While Bucky's outside smoking a cigarette and you're waiting for the final results of the x-ray they took of her chest, she tells you that she just wants to go home. You agree.

She practically lays across the backseat when you finally make it to the car.

You arrive back at home almost three hours after you first left, with Becca half asleep in the backseat and Bucky anxiously holding onto the handle on the door. You say goodnight to her downstairs, but Bucky walks up to her room with her, bringing her a glass of water and an ice pack for her swollen—not broken, thankfully, just painful—ankle.

You brush your teeth and resume the position that you took a few hours ago, this time feeling significantly more tired. He joins you soon enough, resting his head on your chest silently, firmly planting a hand on your waist.

"I love you." He whispers against you, kissing your shirt softly. "I'm really glad Becca's okay."

"I am, too." You push your hand down the back of his shirt, rubbing your thumb across the soft skin of his back, mulling over the stress of the night.

He sighs. "I wish I'd finished that joint, though. Probably wouldn't have cried so much."