I Love Being An Alien

SIR YOU ARE VERY SEXY

Chris Evans starring as Steve ‘The World is Your Runway’ Rogers AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR | 2018

In the mood for angst

Your relationship with Sukuna was on its last legs. You tried to make things work, but he was as difficult as it could get, and mean. After a particularly terrible fight, the two of you made up, and you began to hope again. Later that night, his friends called, inviting him to the club. You told him you weren’t comfortable with it. He agreed to stay, even tucking you into bed.

But once you fell asleep, he snuck out.

Things went downhill from there.

Sukuna and his friends drank heavily, and soon he was caught up in the chaos—laughing, dancing, and losing control. While you slept, his friends began posting videos online: Sukuna receiving a lap dance, drunk and kissing another girl, clearly high and out of his mind.

When you woke up, you reached over to find his side of the bed cold and empty. You thought he had left early for work. But then your phone started blowing up with messages from friends and strangers alike. Your heart pounded as you unlocked it and opened Instagram, only to see the posts.

One after another, each post felt like a knife to your chest—Sukuna smiling lazily, his hands on another woman, his lips brushing hers. You could see the flashing lights, hear the blaring music, and feel the sting of betrayal in every picture and clip. Your fingers trembled, and your vision blurred with tears as you watched in disbelief.

The room felt like it was spinning. You tried to steady yourself, but the weight of it all was crushing. How could he do this to you, especially after you had been so open, so vulnerable about your feelings? After he had promised to stay?

You had told him, in the heat of making up, that this was his last chance. You were clear: if he messed up again, you were packing your things and going back to the States. He had looked you in the eyes and promised. And yet, he still went and did this.

Meanwhile, Sukuna was still sleeping, his head pounding and the room spinning. He didn’t remember a damned thing the night before. He remembered sneaking out, thinking he’d make it back before sunrise, slip back into bed, and act like nothing happened. You were just being too dramatic, he thought. You’d told him how you didn’t like his friends, that they hated you and were trying to break the two of you up. He’d laughed it off as paranoia. Crazy talk.

He vaguely remembered drinking a shot—just one—and after that, things got hazy. He didn’t believe for a second that his friends would spike his drink.

No, they’d never do that… right?

But now, as he blinked his eyes open, he realized something was very wrong. Next to him was a woman he didn’t recognize, definitely not you. The sunlight was streaming through the window, and panic shot through his body like a jolt of electricity. His heart raced as he sat up, the events of the night before still a foggy blur.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath, his mind starting to piece together the fragments. You two had just made up—how could he have been so reckless?

Sukuna fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking. The screen lit up, showing the time: 12:46. His heart sank even further. He really had messed up this time. The battery was about to die, a thin red line warning him he had little time left. He glanced around, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar room.

What confused him most was that he was still in his clothes from the night before. A small relief—at least he hadn’t slept with the woman next to him. But that didn’t matter much, did it? He was still in bed with another woman, a stranger, and that alone was enough to shatter whatever trust you had left in him.

His head throbbed with a dull, pounding pain, a mix of alcohol and regret. He desperately needed water, but his feet felt glued to the floor. As he forced himself to sit up, the room seemed to spin around him. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the fog of the hangover, but his mind remained a jumbled mess.

He checked his phone again, scrolling through the flood of messages, but your name wasn’t among them. No missed calls, no texts, no messages. Just silence.

It took you two hours to get yourself to function properly. When something traumatic happened, you had this tendency to just shut down. No crying, no shouting—just silence. You couldn’t even talk right now. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall, your mind numb. The pain was so immense that it felt like nothing at all, a hollow void where your heart should be.

Slowly, you got up, moving like you were underwater, every step heavy and disjointed. You made your way to the bedroom closet and grabbed a suitcase, your hands moving on autopilot. You began packing everything you owned in this place, methodically folding clothes, stacking books, gathering small, personal items that had once made this space feel like home. Now, every object felt like a weight dragging you down.

You didn’t remember much from those moments, only flashes of despair and confusion. Your mind was clouded, a fog of grief settling over you. All you knew was that you wanted to disappear, to somehow escape the unbearable ache in your chest.

How could this happen? Why? The questions repeated in your mind, over and over, like a broken record. Were you not enough? Was he cheating this whole time?

Your thoughts spiraled into a dark place, each one more suffocating than the last. The silence of the room pressed in around you, amplifying every doubt, every fear. You felt lost in a sea of uncertainty, desperately searching for something to hold onto, but finding nothing but emptiness.

You paused for a moment, standing still in the middle of the room, clutching a shirt to your chest. You wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything, but no sound came out. All that filled you was a deep, aching void that left you feeling more alone than ever before.

Just as you finished packing, the door opened, but you didn't flinch. Your fingers continued scrolling through your phone, searching for flight tickets. You didn’t care where it would take you—anywhere but here.

Sukuna stepped inside, his expression a mix of confusion and panic. You didn’t look up. Your face remained calm, almost eerily so, as if you were in a trance. You kept scrolling, your focus entirely on the screen, like it was the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice tight with panic. But you said nothing.

Your face was expressionless, your eyes fixed on your phone. He moved closer, desperate now. “Please,” he continued, “can’t we just… talk?”

Finally, you paused, letting out a slow, controlled breath. But you didn’t look at him. Your silence was deafening, more unnerving than any yelling or screaming could have been.

He swallowed hard, sensing the change, feeling the weight of your silence pressing down on him. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he tried again. "I don’t even remember what happened. I think I was drugged or something..." His voice grew softer, almost pleading now.

You continued to tap the screen, the sound of your fingers the only noise in the room. You found a flight and pressed "book," moving methodically, as if this was just another task on a list. Your calmness was unnerving, like the quiet before a storm.

“Y/N… please,” Sukuna whispered, taking another step forward, but your detachment made him falter.

You finally glanced up at him, your expression unreadable, your voice steady and calm. “I'm leaving,” you said quietly, as if stating a simple fact.

He blinked, stunned by the flatness of your tone. There was no anger, no emotion—just a cold, stark finality. “But… we can work this out,” he stammered, “right?”

You looked back at your phone, as if he were no longer even there. You were done listening, done hoping, done believing. His words were just noise now, meaningless in the face of everything he had broken.

Sukuna was a big man, another reason you had fallen in love with him. Being with him had made you feel so safe, so happy. But when you reached for your suitcase, he finally broke.

He snatched it out of your hand. "No, no, you're not leaving me," he insisted, his voice frantic. "Look, please just listen. I know I lied to you and snuck out, but I swear I would never cheat on you."

You stood still, watching him, his large frame towering over you, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. But your heart felt like ice. You could see the panic in his eyes, hear the tremor in his voice, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

His hands gripped the suitcase so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Please," he begged again, "just… don’t go."

For a moment, you almost felt something—a flicker of the love you used to feel. But it was gone as quickly as it came. “Let go,” your voice is calm and steady.

“No, look, I would do anything,” he blurted out, his voice rising with desperation. “Okay, I see now why you don’t like my friends. I’ll cut them out. I won’t ever talk to another girl again. Just… anything. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Please.”

He was a mess, still hungover, his head pounding, his hands trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep it together, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked so close to breaking down completely.

Why did he make this mistake? Why did he let himself slip up so badly? You had given him a chance, and he had blown it in mere hours. The realization seemed to dawn on him, his face twisting with guilt and regret. His shoulders sagged, and his voice broke. "I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his tone raw with fear.

But it didn’t matter anymore. Whatever he was offering now felt hollow, too little, too late. Your heart felt heavy, but your mind was made up.

"Let go," you repeated, firmer this time, your eyes locking onto his.

Sukuna's hand fell away from the suitcase as if it weighed a ton, his breath hitching. He wanted to fight, to argue, but the defeat in your eyes left him lost. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible, choking on his own words.

But all you did was nod, a small, almost imperceptible nod, and turn toward the door.

He stood there, his whole world crumbling, as you walked away.

oh no please dont pin my wrists above my head and prevent me from moving while you kiss my neck and whisper all the fucked up things you want to do to me

I'm kinda into that whole vouyerism / polygamy thing with the avengers. It's kinda hot

Ok, what if it was tony's bday and he asks reader to give him a sex tape of her and Steve, But Steve only finds out about it when Tony shows the team I Love u baby♡♡♡♡

Happy Birthday Tony

Warnings: Language, Smutish-Smut Stuff

Here you go love! 

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“But it’s my birthday,” he says with a grin.

“So,” you fold your arms across your chest, “why would you even want something like that? Weirdo.”

“Oh p–lease, who doesn’t have a sex tape out there?” Tony’s question is rhetorical as he sits at his desk. “I know Romanoff does and the girl she’s in it with. First class. A-mazing. Wilson has more than one floating about, don’t get me started on Barnes, and we know I do.” There’s a devilish smirk on his face. He’s obviously proud of his tapes. “That only leaves Rogers. I know you and Rogers have been blowing off steam together.” He says the words with air quotes. “So, help me get some dirt on the boy scout.”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines. “Please. For me.”

“As much as I love you, it’s not happening,” you remark. “That’s just weird.”

He folds his arms across his chest, “Okay then, you forced my hand.” He says the words with a finality that is scarily ominous. “I dare you.”

Your face falls, because in all the years you’ve known Tony, the two of you have always had a friendly game of dare going. Nothing too extreme, but you had never, ever backed down.

It’s a pride thing.

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HAHAHAHA I'm definitely more android than human because I can't talk about my feelings too <3

Shy

Connor x Reader

Summary: Connor is curious as to why you act so uncomfortable around him.

Mutual Pining

Connor is whipped

Gender neutral reader

Deviant! Connor

Pretty chill, no warnings ❤️

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Connor had caught feelings for you.

He wasn't completely sure what those feelings were or what they meant, but they were certainly there.

It was a new kind of feeling. Sure, he had developed a fondness for Hank and for Sumo, but this was different.

Understanding his emotions was a constant struggle. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to be around you,

like, all the time.

He couldn’t say that you felt similarly. Connor had begun to notice how nervous you’d get when he approached you or made small talk.

He had considered many possibilities as to why you were so panicked by him. Perhaps you were afraid of him. Maybe you valued your personal space and time, and didn’t like him interfering with it, or maybe you simply didn’t like him.

Either way, all he knew for certain was that his presence made you uncomfortable.

It was a little bit upsetting, if he was being honest, considering the fact that all he wanted to do was be around you.

Nevertheless, he tried to be polite and smile a lot. Hopefully, that would make you feel more comfortable.

“Good morning, y/n,” He nodded gently, pausing at your desk.

Your face reddened as you looked up at his smiling face, “Oh- Hi- Goodmorning!”

Stress levels rising...

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Connor gave you another happy nod and continued on his way, knowing that it was best not to make you freak out.

Once you were out of sight, he huffed, sitting next to Lieutenant Anderson.

“Oh, someone’s not having the best day, huh?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Lieutenant,” Connor said sternly, “is there a reason why y/n doesn’t like me?”

Hank cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Y/n doesnt seen to enjoy my company.” He mumbled. “How can I- What would make them less uncomfortable around me?”

“They’re... Uncomfortable?” Hank repeated.

“Yes. Extremely so,” Connor nodded, “Their stress levels rise whenever I come near them.”

“Uh huh,” Hank nodded slowly, immediately understanding what was going on, “and this upsets you because...?”

“Because I want them to like me.” Connor deadpanned.

“Mhm, yeah,” Lieutenant Anderson fought a grin, “and why is that?”

“What?...” He mumbled, looking off, “I don’t know.”

“I see,” Hank nodded, pretending to be deep in thought, “well, you should probably ask them.”

“What?”

“If you’re wondering why you make them uncomfortable,” he said, “you should just ask.”

Oh, yes. He hadn’t even thought about that.

That would solve his question quickly and affectively.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He stood up.

“Oh, you’re going right now.”

“Yes.” Connor nodded, turning away.

He was fairly nervous that you’d freak out by his asking, that your stress levels would rise quickly and you’d panic.

If that happened, he’d back off.

Asking was worth a try, at least.

“Hello,” He deadpanned, standing in front of your desk.

You blinked, eyes wide, “Hey, what’s up?” You flushed.

He swallowed and pulled a chair over to sit beside you, making your stress levels rise substantially.

Connor turned to you with narrowed eyes, “I was wondering why you dislike me.”

You blinked, face red, “Dislike?”

“Yes,” He said, looking away, “whenever I come near you, your heart rate increases to nearly double its original state.”

“O-oh,” you avoided eye contact, “that’s not really...”

“We’ve been friends for quite a while.” Connor said, frowning, “And I like you very much. I just want to know what I did to make you hate me so much.”

“Woah,” You said, holding your hands up, “no, no I don’t hate you, Connor!”

“Oh,” His LED turned yellow, “Could it be that I frightened you?”

“No,” You sighed. How could you possibly tell him the truth?

It’s cuz I’m in love with you

“I just get embarrassed easily around you.” You said. Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“Is there something I do in particular that embarrasses you?” Connor asked. “If so, I’ll stop right away.”

“No,” You reached out, touching his arm. You felt a nervous jolt pass up through your hand and your heart pounded harder, “No, it’s not you, Connor.”

The android frowned, feeling defeated. He’d learned next to nothing, and you seemed to be withholding the real reason why you were anxious around him.

“What would make you feel the most comfortable, y/n?” He asked, tilting his head at you with a sorrowful expression, “If my being around you makes you nervous, then... I’ll stay out of your way. It’ll be like I’m not even here. I really like being around you specifically, but-”

“Me specifically?” You asked.

“Yes,” He nodded, “when I talk to you or sit near you or look at you, I get a pleasant feeling.” He looked up at the ceiling in thought, “In fact, I’d rather be around you than anyone else.”

“Connor,” Your face became red. He looked off into space, thinking about his emotions, “Connor, that’s how I feel too.”

“It is?” He asked, whipping his head to look at you, “but I thought-”

“I get nervous because... I don’t know, because I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed to feel that way,” Connor insisted, “Especially since I feel the same about you.”

“I’m not sure if it’s... Exactly the same, Con...” You smiled softly, “I think about you all the time.”

“So I do.” He said quickly, “I’m not sure why, but you’re among my thoughts all day. You specifically. When I’m working or... When I’m walking Sumo, or when I’m powering off for the night, or when I walk into work... I always think about you, pleasant thoughts.”

“You do?” You asked quietly.

“Yes,” Connor opened his mouth to speak and his cheeks turned light blue, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be creepy.”

“You’re not!” You insisted, smiling, “In fact, it makes me happy hearing about it.”

Connor smiled back. Your stress levels were dropping substantially.

“What kind of things do you think about me?” You asked.

“What kind of things?” He repeated, “Well, all sorts of things, I suppose. Things like... Wondering what your favorite color is or looking at you and wondering what you’re thinking or,” He paused, cheeks blue.

“What is it?”

Connor shook his head. “It’ll sound strange.”

“I’m sure it won’t,” You smiled.

“I... Wonder about the feeling,” He admitted, avoiding your eyes, “I wonder what it is. I’m not very good at identifying my own emotions, so anything new is quite puzzling. I suppose... It’s happiness? But it’s stronger than that, broader. I just want to be around you all of the time,” Connor finally met your gaze with a shrug, “I suppose that’s sort of bizarre.”

“No,” You shook your head with a smile, feeling a budding warmth in your chest, “No, it’s not bizarre at all.”

The power of vine

y/n: Croissants: dropped

natasha: BBQ sauce: on my titties 

wanda: Road: works ahead 

tony: Shavacado: fre

peter: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

steve:

steve, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

This is going to be my personality for the next few weeks

"i have love and dreams too" just put me down atp

oh my. Ma'am you got me blushing

  on his knees

synopsis: even the king of the underworld has his weaknesses. bucky’s just happens to be a mortal woman he can’t get enough of.

pairing: bucky barnes (hades/devil) x f!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. breaking & entering, ig technically monsterfucking, devil/mortal dynamics a la hades/persephone, dirty talk, teasing, oral (receiving), bucky breaks the wall, pet-names, bucky on his knees for the reader/begging, size kink bc bucky is 6’6 here in my mind, fingering, unprotected sex, power imbalance, possessiveness, this bucky also wears rings and chains and had civil war era hair, idk what else but lmk if i missed anything!!

notes: i wrote this for me, myself, and i <3

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Do yall think he'd bark for me?

Thanks for the request.

Overprotective Steve has me in a chokehold

Untouched

18+ Minors dni

Virgin college Bucky x Virgin college reader (Steve’s sister) 

A/N: Wanted to write something with both Bucky and the reader learning together, will probably add another part cause I love them. Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3 

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fluff

Word count: 4.2k hehe sorry 

Also part of this AU: Tongue Twister, Date night, Tipsy 

You trudged down the hall wondering why you brother had sent you an SOS text message, stating it was an immediate emergency at 12:30 AM forcing you out of the deep sleep you were in. You opened his room door, groaning at the ridiculousness that was taking place yet again this month.

Steve and his friends were in the middle of a very important Call of Duty game and given the seriousness, they had to have both hands on the controllers at all time.

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