hi !! would you be able to do first kiss or first time headcannon with bucky barnes? ty :)

I've done the first-time prompt before so first kiss it is! Hope you like it!

bucky barnes, joel miller

reader is: female

warnings: cursing

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Bucky Barnes

After Bucky had rediscovered himself, he thought things would be easy -- it was easier, but by no means easy. He felt old, outdated, and lonely, but he would never admit that last part. He was lucky that you offered to help him with these problems. You asked him out on a date, and he felt guilty because back in the day he should be the one asking you out. But the date didn't go so well. Reservations were mixed up, queueing took too long, the bike had to be repaired, it was raining, you didn't bring an umbrella -- it was a disaster. By the end of the date, you were convinced Bucky would never go on another date with you, and how could you blame him? You both ran from the bus station to your home, his jacket covering you from the rain, but both of you were already soaked. By the time you got to the front of your apartment, you realized you had forgotten your keys. "Oh for fuck's sake!" You yelled out and Bucky chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to curse. Or yell. I just-" You sighed. "I wanted this to be perfect for you and it's a nightmare." With a big grin on his face, he turned you around to face him. "It's been perfect. I'm not scared of making mistakes anymore, at least now that I know people aren't so different today from 70 years ago." Bucky then pulled you out to stand in the rain, laughing and stopping you from seeking shelter. "Here's also something we used to do," He whispered closely before pressing your lips together.

Joel Miller

No one would believe you if you said Joel Miller was actually just a ball of mush inside. The cold, hardened Miller brother was a hit in town but not for what he did for you last night. Last night was the first Halloween in Jackson, they finally started to do it, with a rule that no one should dress up as an infected, and the kids love it just as much as the adults. One drink turned to two, three, and before you knew it you were sitting on Joel's lap. He couldn't stop staring at you, circled his arm around your waist and left kisses on your shoulders and neck. "Come home with me." Joel chuckles, "Sweetheart, you're drunk, I don't want you to regret your decision in the morning." "Joel, come onnn." You whined. When he didn't answer you with anything else but a smile, you climbed off his lap and left the bar. Tried to. You kept knocking onto people and tables and chairs, and Joel then knew where you'd get those random bruises from. Shaking his head with a smile, he took your hand and brought you home with him. "Oh, so we're going to your house." You raise your brows at him. Joel rolls his eyes, "Only because I don't trust you to stay home and sleep in your condition." You pout your lips and faked offense, and Joel just couldn't help but laugh. He pulled you closer to him to give you a hug and slowly pressed his lips to yours. "There. That should shut you up for a bit." It didn't.

(HCs) When you love their glorious butt

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector

reader is: female

a/n: I mean have you seen miguel's butt in that suit? mans got the entire bakery.

warnings: ass worship? ass grabbing?

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

Joel's bending over to grab some wood. He does it over and over again. You're the neighbor next door, standing on your backyard with a beer in hand. The weather's hot, but you're sweating for other reasons. Joel knows you're staring, but he doesn't mind. It feels nice to know that he still has game even for his age. Maybe he'll push his luck just this time. "You know, starin's a bit rude." You almost choke on your beer at his sudden comment. Then you see that Joel's smirking and you chuckle. Two can play this game. "Can't help it when you look so good bendin' over for me." Joel's smirk disappears and he clears his throat. "Feisty one, aren't you?" Your turn to smirk. "A girl's gotta eat." "Yeah?" Joel approaches you. "Think you can handle me, sweetheart?" "Oh I know I can."

Miguel O'Hara

It's right there. Perfect globes under a very, very tight suit. And he's facing away from you and you just want to- ugh. Sneakily, you make your way towards Miguel. He doesn't have spidey senses, so that helps. You're so quiet, so stealthy, and once you're standing behind Miguel, your hands hover just above his plump ass. You give it a good smack with both your hands and he freezes. "What do you think you're doing?" You giggle. "Nothing." "This," he motions to your hands, "is not nothing." You shrug and give his ass a few squeezes. "Cut it out." "But your ass looks so good," you whine. "And feels so nice." "I'm trying to work." You sigh and give one last long squeeze before smacking his ass and walking away. "I'll be seeing you again!" Miguel waves his hand to shoo you away, though knowing full well that you weren't exactly talking to him, but to his ass.

Marc Spector

He's trying to shield you with his cape. You're crouching behind him and he had draped his cape around you to hide you. So here you are, face to face with his glorious behind. You know he has a great ass, but you just never noticed it was this great. Your hands slowly trace from his legs up to his thighs, and though you can already feel him tensing, no one prepared him for your sudden claw-like grip on his cheeks. Marc lets out a small yelp and jumps a little, making you giggle. Not long after that, once the coast is clear, he reveals you from under his cape and removes his mask. "What was that??" "Sorry.. couldn't help myself." Marc chuckles and helps you up. "You'll get plenty of action when we get home. Patience, next time."

adding more though they might not fit the exact pattern lol

Okay, fine, I have a type.

there's a pattern here....

Hc for them taking your virginity

ooh, yummy 👀 also i got a new man in the lineup. everybody say hi carmy berzatto

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, carmy berzatto

reader is: female

warning: 18+. loss of virginity. minors dni. look away.

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

In a world where you have to defend yourself from basically zombies, sex is really the last thing on your mind. That's until you found refuge in Jackson, and for the first time in your life you let yourself relax, breathe, live a 'normal' life. And then you meet Joel, a man who's rough around the edges, and seem to have a permanent frown on his face. You fall in love. Joel isn't surprised when you tell him you're a virgin. He's not judging you for it, he just wonders if you really want him to be your first. "you sure about this, darlin'?" "yes, Joel." "don't wanna hurt you..." he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. "you know it's gonna hurt, right?" You nod. You've seen how big he is. "use your words, baby. I need to hear you say it." You gulp as he stares into you, cock nudging your dripping pussy from his earlier ministrations. "please.. please fuck me, Joel. Take me. I want to feel you inside me."

Miguel O'Hara

He's a little mischievous about it. For some reason it gives him a boost of ego. The fact that he's the first to ever touch you like this, to make you feel like this, to see you entirely.. like this. Your hands cover your chest when you feel Miguel staring, and he only glares at you, pinning your hands above your head. A flush of red is on your cheeks, and Miguel thinks it's so cute. "..Stop staring..." "I just wanna see you like this for a minute." His hands trail down to your breast and gives it a gentle squeeze, grazing his thumb on the hardened nub. His stomach tightens when he sees that you're sighing in pleasure, biting your lip so you wouldn't be too loud. "fuck, you're so hot." You're panting when you look at Miguel. He's been dragging his cock up and down your pussy and clit and it's driving you insane. It feels so good you're clenching around nothing. "ready, mami?"

Marc Spector

You're clutching onto him. It's not as painful as you thought, but it's an odd feeling. Makes you feel weird.. it's almost like an itchy feeling, and it feels hot. Without understanding what's happening, your hips roll down on Marc's cock on its own, and you moan. "mmh. Eager, are we?" "I.. I.." You're at a loss of words, squirming on top of him while he smoothes his hand on your back. You must've done something cause Marc is letting out noises you've never heard before. "fuck you're fucking tight." "Marc, please.." You bury your face in his neck, hiding your face. "Please move." With a chuckle, Marc gently lays you down on the bed. The slight movement making you clench even harder and Marc groans. "baby, I swear to god if you do that one more time..." "Do what?" You clench again, seeing the dark look in his eyes, but yours are a bit playful. He closes his eyes. "do you want me to be gentle or not?"

Carmen Berzatto

You forgot to tell him. He's just so good at kissing and touching in all the right places that you forgot to tell him you're a virgin. You've been imagining this night for months since you met Carmy and now that it's happening you can't help the ache you feel down there. Carmy's tongue is pushing down your throat while his hand in your panties, giving gentle nudges here and there before rubbing your clit with his palm, his fingers teasing your entrance. "you're so wet." Your moans are muffled when he pushes two of his fingers in. "Carm- Wait-" You take a sharp breath. He stops when he realizes there's more restriction than what he's used to and his eyes widen when he sees blood. That's not period blood. "I'm sorry, I- I forgot to tell you.." "you're a virgin?" You bite your inner cheeks and nod. "stay here." Carmy stands up and leaves the room. You're convinced that you just ruined everything, and that he must either be disgusted by you or think you're a prude. You have your eyes closed and covered by your arm when you suddenly feel something warm against your core. A warm towel. To ease the sting. "better?" he asks and you nod, still with tears in your eyes. He reaches up to kiss you gently, leaving more kisses down your body until he's leaving a kiss on your clit. "let me make this right."

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slightly longer for carmy, but i just binged the bear and now i love him ok?

(HCs) When you're riding them

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, geralt of rivia

reader is: female

warnings: minors dni. smut. 18+

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

He's watching you. He's lying on his back, hands on your thigh and circling your clit. The sounds you're making are so filthy, so raw, and Joel's loving every single bit of it. The way you're absolutely lost in the pleasure, lifting yourself up and down his cock, it's enough to drive him over the edge. "you're doing so good baby girl." "Joel.." You moan. "'M gonna cum.." "mm-hmm. can feel you squeezing my cock. fuck, gettin' so tight for me." Joel keeps moving your hips back and forth as you cum, collapsing on top of him and panting. Joel chuckles and raises his brow at you. "why'd you stop, baby? I'm not finished." You try to push yourself back up, but when Joel notices your legs shaking, he just flips you over and starts fucking you himself. "look at my little girl, can't even hold herself up for her daddy. so messy for me, sweetheart."

Miguel O'Hara

He loves, loves, loooooves to tease. He loves to see you struggle taking his entire length, and when you just can't take it anymore, he'll grab your hips and push you down further. His tip is kissing and pushing your cervix in such a painful yet delicious way. "Aw, what's wrong, princesa? you can take it, can't you? I know you can.." "Miguel.. it's too much.." You whine. "Look," he brings your hand to feel where his base is. He's all the way inside, and you gasp. Miguel pushes the bulge on your lower abdomen and smirks. "All the way up there." You ride him slowly. The stretch, the sting, it's all too much.. but Miguel's not a patient man. In the end, he's controlling your movements, bouncing you up and down despite your protests, and there's nothing you can do to stop him. "too much for you, baby? is that why your eyes are rolling back now?" "is my princess so cock-drunk she can't even think straight?"

Marc Spector

"Ngh. Fuck. Just like that." Marc's buried his face into your neck, leaving bites and kisses all over. He's holding you so close it's a little hard to move, so you settle with rolling your hips. Marc moans at your actions. You've never seen him so disheveled before. He's sweating and looking at you like he's begging you to pleasure him. "Please, baby. I need to cum. please. let me cum?" He's clawing at your back, and you moan, nodding and giving him permission to paint your walls white. Marc holds you down in place as he ruts into you. But just as you're about to pull away, he holds you still and continues thrusting slowly. "M-Marc-" "Just one more. Please make me cum again? I wanna cum inside you one more time.. just one more." You're beyond exhausted at that point, but Marc keeps begging for just one more. And so how can you refuse him?

Geralt

"Well go on, then." Geralt is soaking in his tub while he waits for you to sink yourself onto him. You've been eyeing him all night, and when he finally invites you up to his room, you'd thought it's all a dream. He watches you carefully while drinking his ale, and you finally take his cock inside you, your pussy squeeze-loving the stretch of his cock. Your hands are on his chest, and he holds them behind you. "Keep them there." He says. You move yourself, rocking your hips and keeping a steady rhythm, and Geralt can't stop staring at your soap covered breasts. He takes the slippery bud between his fingers, rolling it and loving the way you sigh. Oh what you'd give to be able to touch him right now. He chuckles and slaps your butt. "Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?" You whine and pick up your pace, water splashing everywhere. "That's a good girl..."

HCs of what Steven, Marc and Miguel possibly smell like? And what scents they like/find the most comforting.

Hopefully it’s not too weird sounding, just asking as someone who works in a perfume store lmao 😅

👀 I'm severely sick, but I shall write!! I'm not entirely familiar with cologne scents, but i did my research (hopefully correctly)

steven grant, marc spector, miguel o'hara

reader is: female

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Steven Grant

Like cedar wood with hints of cinnamon. It's woody, warm, and sort of sweet. And Steven has cinnamon sticks lying around his apartment randomly, which is why he now smells that way, too. For his birthday, you give him a cologne from Tom Ford, something that has rich and warm notes. He wears it almost everyday, and the scent drives you insane. "Ugh, are you seriously going to work smelling this good?" You ask him, hugging his waist from behind, not allowing him to take any step further away. "It's just work, love. Besides, you got me this cologne. I want to wear it." "Yeah, but that means other people can smell you." You whine, "And you smell so good. What if they like how you smell?" Steven chuckles. "Isn't it good to smell good?" "Yeah," You consider, "but I want you to smell good just for me."

Marc Spector

More musky. More sensual, something that smells rather animalistic. Marc would come home from a mission, shower, lay in bed with you, and all you can smell is him. He smells masculine, if that makes sense. You snuggle closer to him, wanting to smell more of him, and Marc chuckles when he feels your breath on his neck. "What're you doing?" "Trying to smell you." You say sleepily. "Why do you wear cologne after a shower? You smell too good." "I'm not wearing cologne, babe." "So you just smell like this naturally?? Fuck." You curse. "Maybe it's my soap." He says, pulling you closer to his naked chest. "I know you like it." "Fuck yes I do." You take another whiff of him, leaving kisses on his chest in the process.

Miguel O'Hara

He smells sharp. Clean. Slightly minty and zesty, whether it's orange, lemon, or grapefruit. You can't really pinpoint it. Miguel's sitting on his chair, up by his platform, and you can't help but to take a closer whiff. Just a bit.. closer... "What.. are you doing?" He asks, brow raised and leaning away. "Sorry!" You're flustered. You definitely didn't mean to stick your nose in his neck, it was like instinct. "I just.. you just.." "Just what?" He asks again, brows raised in a more interested way now that he sees you're blushing. "..You just smell really good. And I couldn't help myself." A curious smirk. "Oh?" He swivels his chair to face you and leans back, legs spread. "Well.. come here then." "I.. I.." Miguel's scent is driving you dizzy. Is it his pheromones? His confidence? You're not sure, but you find yourself climbing onto his lap and burying yourself in his neck, nipping at the soft flesh. "Poor baby. You look like you're in heat." He chuckles. "I think I can help with that."

Hooking up with another guy named Miguel for revenge.

<warning: minors dni. 18+. unprotected piv. minors you have been warned. nsfw. miguel is a menace.>

a/n: another miguel special. im feral for this man. i can't. i need to get laid. please.

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You convince him and yourself it's a coincidence.

They just happen to have the same name.

He's not your Miguel. And that's okay. Right?

It's not like whenever you moan out his name, it's Miguel you're thinking about.

It's not like whenever he fucks you you think of Miguel's cock slamming in and out of you. He's a gentle lover, not the kind to fuck you dumb with a hand around your throat and won't ever stop unless you beg. Not like your Miguel.

It's not like you actively seek out Miguel and bat your eyelashes at him.

It's not like you're suddenly in Miguel's room, bouncing on his cock while he laughs because "he can't fuck you this good, huh?"

"did you just get with him so you can keep screaming my name every time you fuck him?" he groans in your ear.

"but he doesn't satisfy you, does he? can't make you feel good that you can't even speak." you just moan in response, gasping for air when he hits just the right spot.

"need to cum, princess? fuck you're taking my cock so well.."

"scream my name, baby. let him come into the room, show him I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

"only me. your Miguel. I'm yours. all yours. and you're mine, understand? no one else's. just. fucking. mine." He says in between thrusts.

"that's it, baby. fucking cum around my cock. fuck."

"you can give me one more, can't you?"

Miguel coos as you shake your head out of exhaustion. "aw, poor baby. you'll give me one more. you know why?" he asks, already pushing himself back in roughly.

"because this is the miguel you wanted. so you're gonna take what I fucking give you."

(HCs) When they realize they're in love

joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant

reader is: female

a/n: my three favorite boys. Also IM SO SORRY for being gone! Been busy moving to a new apartment but I'm back now

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

Joel thinks he's infected when he feels warmth spreading throughout his entire body. But he isn't. And if he really thinks about it, he has felt this way before. When Ellie told him endless, terrible, dad jokes. When Sarah fell asleep during movie night and got him that watch. When he saw Tommy again after years. It's love, longing, compassion, wanting -- it's all of it and more. He wants more. He watches as you bake cookies and finds himself smiling. It's funny how he was so scared of feeling this way, feeling love, because he was scared to lose it. Now? He's surrounded by it and can't get enough. "Care to help?" Joel breaks out of his trance and walks towards you, hugging you from behind and placing a kiss on your cheek. "Someone's feeling touchy today," You tease, "What's up with you, Miller?" "Nothin'." He murmurs while burying his face in your neck. "Just love you, 's all."

Miguel O'Hara

"What's that?" Peter motions to the band around Miguel's wrist. "This?" Miguel raises his wrist. It's your hair tie that you beg him not to wear on his wrist. Because Miguel's hands are fucking huge and his wrists are the size of a 12 ounce soda can -- don't ask how you know that info. Every time Miguel puts it around his wrist, the tie gets loose and you can't really wear it anymore. Meaning you'd need to buy a new one. To make it up to you, Miguel buys you bags of hair ties when they're really for him to wear. You'd wear one and when you take it off to leave it on the bedside table, Miguel would snatch it and wear it around his wrist. So you get another one - and the cycle continues. But why does Miguel like to wear it so much? He doesn't like to tie his long hair, he just wears it on his wrist. It's useless to him, right? Because it reminds him of you. Has a faint smell of your shampoo, and because the hair tie is small, it grips his wrist -- it's always there, always on his mind. Like you. "It's nothing." Miguel smiles quietly.

Steven Grant

Steven doesn't understand why Marc and Jake fell in love with you. You're so... rough. It's not a bad thing, he just never thought either of his identities could be with someone who looks like they hate smiling. Steven's all about positivity and having a good day, how is he going to have a good day with you? Steven's always stayed in the dark when you're around, but this time it's his turn in the light, and he had forgotten. He's awake now and realizes his mistake when he sees your sleeping figure next to him. You look so peaceful this way. Steven goes to move the strand of hair that's bothering you, relieving you of the itch and the frown on your forehead. "Cute." Steven mutters. He can feel his heart beating faster and decides to lay on his back to ease it down. It doesn't help. Especially not when you're now snuggling and hugging his arm. "Steven..." You sigh. Oh?

(HCs) Miguel's reaction to you dancing + singing to Bad Bunny

miguel o'hara

reader is: female

a/n: a miguel special. I don't speak spanish but somehow I know the words to bad bunny's songs lol I blame the tequila. My bf (who speaks spanish) also finds it amusing, so i figure why not write it out

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"¿Cómo se siente, cómo se siente? Cuando yo estoy adentro y tú está' al frente." Miguel's ears perk up as he looks at you, singing to the music blasting in his kitchen. He's eyeing you curiously and smirks when you sing the words to him while moving your hips to the beat. "¿Que si quiero comerte? Obvio." "Do you even know what it means?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. "Nope! No idea." You answer. Miguel chuckles and picks you up to sit on the counter. "I'll show you then."

After that incident, Miguel decides that he'll teach you Spanish. With every Bad Bunny song that you sing, he'll teach- no, he'll show you the meaning. And everyone knows the songs are filthy. "Quisiera volverte a ver encima de mí brincando, uh, uh, uh Lo rica que te ves chingando, uh, uh, uh" Off to the bedroom. "Tú mueve' el culo fenomenal Pa' yo devorarte como animal  Si no te has vení'o, yo te vo' a esperar  En mi cama y lo vo' a celebrar" It's at a party this time, and Miguel just takes you to the bathroom. "Ella lo que quiere e' joder, vacilar Dale hasta abajo, pa' hasta abajo sin parar" You've taken liberty to Google Translate it this time, and Miguel's eyes raise when he notices you know the translation to this one. He offers his hand for you to take, and you pull him towards the bedroom yourself. "Learning Spanish all on your own?" "It has its perks." He smirks. "Want to show me what you've learnt then?" "Claro que si, papi."

a/n: I'm so sorry if there's any spanish mistakes, I copy the lyrics from google so it should be ok, but if anything, do let me know

(HCs) How they react to you getting injured pretty badly on a mission with them

request from @castbracelet240

joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, dean winchester

reader is: female

warning: blood, violence

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

You wake up in your bed, with Joel by your side. He turns when he notices you shifting, and your hand holds his. "Hi, Joel." You murmur. He sighs in relief, tears pooling in his eyes. He doesn't say anything, doesn't move, just looks at you with that look in his eyes. The look that screams he's blaming himself for what happened. He's blaming himself for letting you get hurt. "It's not your fault." Joel looks at you with doubt in his eyes. He's convinced that it is. If only he was faster, more vigilant, maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Maybe if he's not so old- Maybe he should ask someone else to be your patrol partner- Maybe- "Lie down with me, please?" You ask, patting the space next to you. You know all too well what's going on in Joel's head right now. He doesn't want you to know these thoughts he has because it'll only bother you, and he's going to do all he can to protect you. He's already failed in protecting you once, he won't do it again- "Joel," Your voice interrupts his thoughts. He hums in response, embracing you on the bed. "Do me a favor." "Anything." He says. "Don't do whatever you're thinking of right now." You catch him off guard. "This wasn't your fault. Don't change patrol partners. Don't distance yourself. Just stay with me. Please. I love you, Joel." Joel blinks his tears away. "I'm not sure I deserve your love, sweetheart." You frown sadly and look at him. You know there's nothing you can say to change his mind. "Well I'm not taking it back, so you have to."

Miguel O'Hara

Miguel runs and runs and runs to bring you back into his lab. You've been injured from a fight and you're losing a lot of blood. He gets you to the lab's infirmary so that you won't have to expose your identity, but Lyla insists that he stay back and not watch the procedure. "Lyla, let me through." Miguel glares, punching the passcode. "No." She argues. "You can't be in there. Let it do its job, and then you can see her." "Lyla she-" Miguel groans. "I need to see her. I need to be with her." Miguel peeks at the window from the locked door and sighs. He decides to wait. You'd gotten hurt from taking the stab for Miguel. He wasn't focused, he'd been too stressed out about this anomaly that when it actually came to, he couldn't focus. At least not as well as he usually would be. He let his own recklessness harm you, and he'll never forgive himself for that. "Beating yourself up?" Miguel looks up at your weak figure lying on the bed. "Baby, I-" "I'm fine, Miguel." You smile, sitting up. "It's not that bad." "You were bleeding. A lot." "And now I'm not." "You-" "You," You emphasize with a grin, "need to stop moping around, and get me some tres leches. And then I'll forgive you." He looks at you in disbelief and chuckles. "One tres leches coming up." "Make it two. My grumpy boyfriend needs one."

Jake Lockley

The moment Jake sees you getting pulled into the fight, he takes over the body. You wince at the knife pressed tightly around your throat. "Don't move!" The man behind you yells, clearly terrified of what Jake - well, Marc, previously, has done to his friends. "One more step and I slit her throat- Hey, do you hear me?!" Jake clearly doesn't care because he keeps walking closer. A knife in his hands, he swiftly throws the knife and before you know it, the man falls down, his blood that is dripping from his forehead is now all over your shoulder. "Mi vida," Jake says softly, his hands holding your face. "Are you alright?" He finds a small scratch on your neck and licks away the blood dripping from it. "Jake.." You gulp. "I have blood.. all over me." Jake can feel you panicking and he immediately takes you home. Not sure if you've had a dead man's blood dripping all over you, but it's actually quite scary. You're surprised Jake is still there and doesn't ask Steven to take over. You're in the shower, naked, and Jake is standing behind you, helping you wash all the blood. "I'm sorry, my love." He apologizes. "Sorry you had to go through that." You turn around and hug him tight. "I'm scared." Jake vows to never ever put you in danger ever again.

Dean Winchester

Dean's putting pressure on your gun shot wound. You're bleeding out on the floor, and you're barely holding on. "Stay with me." He keeps repeating. "Don't fall asleep, come on. Stay awake! SAM!" He yells, hoping his brother will hurry up with the car. .... Dean hovers over your sleeping body. It's been days since you've been out, and Dean hasn't left your side. He worries. He paces. He cries. But he can't just stand there and do nothing, right? So he goes and does what Dean Winchester does best. He goes after the motherfucker that did this to you and kicks his ass. Along with a few others. For days. Sam tells Dean to take it easy, take some time and breathe, but Dean never listens. On the way back from a hunt, Dean gets a call from Sam that you're awake, and Dean stepped on the gas. He races to your room and runs to your arms when he sees that smile again. "I should be unconscious more often." You hum, "Sam says you've been out hunting a lot." "I.." Dean swallows. He realizes he wasn't even there when you woke up. You sense his guilt. "It's okay, Dean. I understand." "..You do?" "You're Dean Winchester." You say. "You handle things differently. But I can handle you."

How would the guys react to a reader who is convinced they're ugly?

joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, soldier boy

reader is: female

a/n: thank you for your request!! ❤️

taglist: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

Everyone knows Joel is a man of few words. He doesn't say it often, but he thinks you're beautiful in any shape, way, or form possible. Joel thinks of you day and night, and he thanks the world for giving him the chance to wake up next to you every morning. But lately he sees doubt in your eyes. Not at him, but at yourself. Joel sees the way you'd hug your body when you sit down, covering your stomach, how you'd stopped wearing certain outfits, and how you'd skip meals. Joel has an idea of what's going on, but he knows he can't confront you about it. He knows you'll only go back further into your shell and he'll somehow make it worse. So he does it subtly. He cooks for you. Your favorite meal, breakfast in bed, little snacks he knows you love - and you notice it. You don't confront him about it either, knowing that Joel will only get shy. So you stay quiet, enjoying Joel's little showers of love. Sometimes it doesn't need to be said. You both understand each other and know what the other person needs. It's more than enough.

Miguel O'Hara

The first few months you met Miguel, you've always had your mask on. Miguel thought you just want to protect your privacy, despite him knowing what you look like from your files. And he doesn't mind it at all, not even when he fell in love with you. But he does it as an issue when he's standing so close to you, yet unable to kiss you. His hands try to take off your mask, but you stop him. You can see the disappointment in his eyes, thinking that you might not feel the same way after all. "It's not that I don't want to, Miguel.. I just.." You sigh. "I don't want you to get disappointed when you actually see me." Miguel smiles softly. "I don't think my mind or feelings will change about you just because I see your face -- and I have seen your face." "I know, but it's different." You defend. "I'm just not that confident.." "Okay, how about this." Miguel slowly lifts your mask despite your protests, but only stops when he can see your lips. "Is this okay?" You nod slowly, noticing his hungry gaze on your lips. You can't say you haven't thought of kissing him multiple times. He then pulls you closer and hovers his lips against yours, touching ever so slightly. "How's this?" He whispers. You whine at his teasing and press your lips on his.

Steven Grant

You groan for the thousandth time that morning when checking your reflection on the mirror. Steven's peacefully reading his book, minding his own business, but he can't help himself. He has to see what's gotten you so worked up. You're applying a lot of acne cream on your face, and these are the kind where you need to leave them thick. So you have multiple white spots on your face. "Don't laugh." You warn him. "Wasn't going to, love." Steven chuckles. "You just did!" You hit him lightly. He laughs then, faking an ow and following you out of the bathroom to sit on the bed again. "I look ridiculous, don't I?" You sigh. Steven frowns and kisses your hand. "Of course not, love. It's normal to have acne. I have tons on my back, you know that." You nod. "I know.. I just thought all my acne would go away when I'm an adult. Clearly I'm wrong. And now I look like the top of a mushroom." "You don't-" Steven laughs again. "You don't look like the top of a mushroom." You hit him again for laughing. "I hate you." "Aw, come on, love. I'm sorry." He goes in to kiss you but you stop him. "I just did my skincare," You say. "I'm not letting you touch this face." Steven pouts, and an idea pops up in his head. "Your lower lips, then?"

Soldier Boy

You've been reading this book. It says to look at yourself in the mirror, and circle out all the things you don't like about yourself with marker. It says it'll help with motivation, but it definitely didn't. If anything, it broke your confidence and you're now curled up in bed after crying. Ben comes back home after a job and he sees the mirror having red circles all over it and he's confused. But when he sees the book on your bedside table, he knows it can't be good. But he knows how to cheer you up. You wake up after your crying session and remember that you need to erase the red circles on the mirror. But when you see it, you're surprised that the circles have been replaced by hearts. Hearts everywhere. Ben. "Afternoon, sunshine." Ben smiles and hugs you from behind. You smile at him and his gesture. "Did you do this, hm?" "Hm? Do what?" He feigns innocence and then looks at the mirror, pretending to be shocked. "Look, it's all my favorite parts about you- oh wait, it's not finished." He takes the red marker and draws even more hearts on the mirror, covering your entire body with it. "There. That should do it." You have a stupid smile on your face now, and Ben's looking at you with love in his eyes. "You're too sweet." "I can be a little mean if you want me to." He smirks.

a/n: I know Soldier Boy is very ooc here, but I really love soft!ben okay 😔

Headcanon Masterlist

want to submit a headcanon prompt? go right ahead! don't forget to mention if there's a specific character you want in the hc 🧡

When they found out your ex was abusive (joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, bucky barnes)

When they hurt your feelings (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, steve rogers, loki)

The first time they come to your movie premiere (joel miller, miguel o'hara, bucky barnes, jake lockley, erik killmonger)

Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill)

How they defend you from a random creepy guy at the bar (joel miller, agent whiskey, bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, marc spector)

When you think you're ugly (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, soldier boy)

How they react to you getting injured pretty badly on a mission with them (joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, dean winchester)

When they realize they're in love (joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant)

What they smell like (steven grant, marc spector, miguel o'hara)

When you love their glorious butt (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector)

Your First Kiss With Them (bucky barnes, joel miller)

Spicy ones: 🥵

Miguel's reaction to you dancing + singing to Bad Bunny (mild) (miguel o'hara)

Hooking up with another guy named Miguel for revenge. (miguel o'hara)

Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts (mild) (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill)

When you're riding them (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, geralt of rivia)

When they take your virginity (joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, carmen berzatto)

...more to come

(HCs) When they found out your ex was abusive

joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, bucky barnes

reader is: female

warning: mentions of past abuse

tag: @evyiione

HC Masterlist

Joel Miller

Silent treatment. And then Joel's gone. He's out the door, God knows where. He probably went to cool off, not wanting to yell at you and accidentally say hurtful words. He's wiser anyway, he knew better. But you're worried. Worried that what you did was so stupid it broke the most important relationship of your life. Worried that you'll lose Joel and he'll hate you. So you spent the day cleaning the house, cooking, baking, doing everything that could show Joel that you're still worth it. Once Joel was back, he's surprised by the cleanest house he's ever seen, an incredible meal ready, and you, looking beautiful. Beautiful, but there's fear in your eyes. "Sweetheart, what's happenin'?" He asked. "I.. I cooked. I cleaned the house too.. oh, here," You walked up to him and took his coat. "Let me get that." It reminded Joel of the 70s, where women were still expected to do these things. He didn't like it one bit. It's not you at all. "What are you doing?" He whispered, concern filling his voice as he stopped your for a second. You blinked a few times, before the tears started. "Please don't leave me, Joel. I can be a good partner to you, I promise, I- I'll do anything you ask, just say it-" "Oh, sweetheart." Joel hugged you tight. That's when he realized something bad probably happened to you in your previous relationship. "I'm not leaving you. Ever." "But I- I thought-" "We were fighting, yea, but it's okay. Couples fight." He said, wiping your tears away. "And always remember that when we do fight, it's never me against you, okay? We're fighting against the problem."

Miguel O'Hara

He never realized it; the way you'd flinch every time he'd raise his voice. Miguel raised his voice a lot, that's just who he is, but he does get extra heated when he's angry. And you're a fighter, you're not soft, so he didn't expect it from you. It wasn't until Lyla pointed it out that he started noticing. "Cariño, I.." You turned your head towards him. "What's up?" Miguel shook his head. "Nothing." Miguel made a note after that to never raise his voice at you. If you're having an argument, he'd figure out another way to get his point across. This didn't go unnoticed by you. You realized Miguel suddenly was more reluctant to argue, took a few beats before replying, and taking deep breaths. One would think he's taking anger management classes. "Miguel, are you okay?" He looked at you and blinked. "Yes, why?" "You're... quieter." "Uh-huh." You frowned. "Like on purpose. Why?" Miguel sighed, knowing you're not about to drop this topic. "You flinch whenever I raise my voice, so.. I'm working on it. I don't want you to be scared of me." You softened at his reply and jumped into his arms. "Ay, mi Miguelito. You've gone soft on me." "Mm," He hummed in agreement. "I don't mind. As long as I've got you, mami."

Jake Lockley

Jake always found it odd when you'd ask him permission for everything. It wasn't as ridiculous as going to the bathroom, but it would be when you're about to go out, grab a drink, buy something, hell, even the way you dress. "Jake, is it okay if I go out tomorrow? Maggie wants to catch up." "Hey Jake, I found a nice dress online I want to buy. Look. You think it'd be okay to buy it?" "Do you think this dress is okay for me to wear? Yeah? Are you sure?" He found it endearing at first, wanting to include him in every single thought of yours, but then he started thinking if something else could be the reason why you're acting this way. "Amor," Jake sat you down, but truthfully unsure of how he's going to talk about this with you. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." He held your hand, rubbing it a few times. "Why do you ask my permission for everything?" He then saw your face wince, and he wanted to kill himself then and there. "I'm sorry," You apologized. "I wanted to make sure you're okay with everything, and I'm not stepping on your toes.. I.." "..Did your ex use to do that?" You nodded slowly. "I know it's a problem, and I'm working on it with my therapist, I swear, but it's hard and I don't know if you'd-" "Amor, amor." Jake calmed you down before you went into panic mode. "How about this; every time those questions pop up in that beautiful head of yours, I want you to answer it with 'This is my decision, Jake respects it'. Because I truly do, amor." You gave him an appreciative smile. "Okay. I'll try."

Bucky Barnes

There was a meeting with FBI, for some reason. You're dreading it already, but at least Bucky was there with you. Bucky was acting as your guard and you were representing the Avengers, despite not being an Avenger yourself. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen, I-" "Well, well, well." A familiar voice started. "How have you been, sweetcheeks?" Bucky frowned at the nickname. You clenched your jaw. "Harvey. Why'd they send you here?" "I volunteered," He said with ease, "Figured I'd visit my girl." You sighed, trying not to let him get to you. "We're over, Harvey. Now let's just talk about what the FBI needs and be done with it." "The FBI can wait." He smirked. "Winter Soldier, right? Mind giving us some privacy?" You took in a sharp breath. "I'm staying." Bucky sternly said while keeping a worried eye on you. "Alright." Harvey scoffed. A series of snarky comebacks were exchanged, but the meeting was finally over. You kept your distance from Harvey, even refusing to shake his hand. And now he's making it a problem. Again. "Come on, sweetcheeks." He approached you, and Bucky immediately stood closer to you. Harvey then reached his hand out for a handshake, and when you refused again, he tried to grab your chin. But Bucky was faster and stopped his hand. "Back off, right now." Bucky glared. Once Harvey flicked his hand away and left, you finally exhaled. It felt like you were trapped in his house all over again and you couldn't escape. "Baby," Bucky caught you as you were about to fall. "I got you. I got you. You're okay. You're safe." Bucky didn't know what happened between you, but it's never good. Especially not if Harvey's looking back at you and had a big smirk on his face.

(HCs) When they hurt your feelings

joel miller, miguel o'hara, steven grant, steve rogers, loki

reader is: female

warnings: cursing. some more comedic, some more angsty. references to friends the tv show.

a/n: I think Joel, Miguel, and the Moon Knight boys will forever be included in my hcs lol

Joel Miller

You were already glaring at him before, now you looked like you wanted to boil him alive. "You know that's not what I meant." Joel tried to reason. He had just called you high maintenance, and you were beyond offended. So you asked him to get you flowers sometimes, or show a little affection when you're in front of friends -- were those too much to ask? "I think you meant exactly what you said." You sneered. Joel knew he fucked up. He waited a beat and took a deep breath before approaching you, caressing both his hands on your crossed ones. The moves one would make when trying to calm the other person. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He apologized. "Look, yes, you might be slightly higher maintenance, but.. you know what? I'd do anything you want. Because I like maintainin' ya." You gave him a look of disbelief. "Really Joel? You tweaked a line from FRIENDS?" "Darn. I thought that would work."

Miguel O'Hara

"Hermosa, I-" Miguel felt immense guilt when you refused to let him touch you. You'd failed on missions before, but it was never as bad as this. You knew you could've done better, but you didn't expect Miguel to scold you like he did. He looked at you with so much disappointment in his eyes, and then he turned his back on you. He only realized that he was probably overreacting when you just said 'sorry' and nothing else. Not even trying to defend yourself. Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, and then it was your turn to turn your back. But before you could actually leave, Miguel stopped you and hugged you from behind. He's a lot taller and stronger than you. There was no point in fighting back. "Lo siento, amor." He whispered. "I shouldn't have said those things to you." You sighed, leaning into his embrace. How could you ever stay mad at this man?

Steven Grant

Layla, Layla, Layla. That's all he ever talked about. Layla this, Layla that. It wasn't until you said "why don't you date Layla instead then" in one of your arguments that Steven muttered, "Believe me, I would if I could." Instant regret. "No, no, no, that's not- I didn't-" You were already grabbing your things and on your way out. Even Jake and Marc knew Steven made a huge mistake -- and they thought he'd be invincible against you. Steven was the golden boy, the boy who could do no wrong. But now since Layla appeared, it seemed like the only person he wanted to impress was her. "Whew, you think there's a chance she might forgive him for that one?" Marc asked Jake knowing Steven could listen. "Ay no." Jake shook his head. "There's no saving yourself from that one. He's doomed." Steven glared at them both and chased after you.

Steve Rogers

He mentioned Peggy while he was out cold after a mission. A few times. How were you supposed to compete with that? A love story that lasted over 70 years. What were you even doing falling in love with Steve Rogers anyway? You stayed by his side until the moment he woke up. You didn't know how to face him. So you avoided him while he was being treated in the hospital, but couldn't anymore when he was finally discharged. "Are you done avoiding me?" Your jaw clenched when you saw Steve waiting by your apartment. You could only ignore him. "Sam told me what happened." He pushed himself off your door and walked towards you. "Doll, she's.. Peggy's gone. You're the only one I want. You know that." You sighed. "Steve, Tony created a time machine. You went back and you saw her. Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don't think about going back there now and staying with her?" He stayed silent. And that was the only answer you needed.

Loki

"Oh, must you cry ALL the time??" Loki yelled, clearly frustrated that you're on the bed, crying over a movie you've never watched before. It only made you cry more. Loki sighed and pulled you into his arms. Maybe you weren't one for tough love. He caressed your hair and smiled when your sobs finally turned into sniffles. "There, there." He comforted you. "You've only got Beth's death left." "WHAT?!" Loki sensed that he might have made a mistake in telling you that bit of information. "Beth dies???" You choked, "No- Now I don't want to watch it anymore! Why would you tell me that???" He was speechless. He could only hold you again and hand you tissues. Why did he tell you that?

(HCs) The first time they come to your movie premiere

joel miller, miguel o'hara, bucky barnes, jake lockley, erik killmonger

reader is: female, actress

a/n: Imagine joel cleaning up and in a suit -- LORD.

Joel Miller

To say he was nervous was an understatement. It'd been the thousandth time that he fixed his tie, and somehow he could never get it right. To be honest, he thought the idea was stupid. Movie premieres, they're for movie stars, not a contractor like him. He wanted to try and fit in though, for you. Didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb and have you deal with the criticism the next day. "How you doin', handsome?" You had begged him to come with you, because you wanted the world to know this amazing man who's been making your world go crazy. Joel sighed. "I still think I shouldn't be doin' this, sweetheart." You stood next to Joel in your gown and took his arm. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw you. "You think I look good?" You asked. "Always." He smirked, "But I really can't wait to go home and take it off, darlin'."

Miguel O'Hara

Also a grumpy one here. He had a frown for the entire premiere. You're actually sure that your manager didn't give you more interviews because of how intimidating he looked. But you also couldn't deny how good he looked in that suit. All black, tailored, and hugged his figure just right. "Hermosa, are you going to drool all over me for the entire night?" He smirked, whispering very closely to your ear while your pictures were taken together. "H-huh?" Miguel's arm around your waist reached lower and was now resting on your ass. "Miguel!" "Can't help it, you look too good." He kept an innocent smile. "Especially when you're looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you want me to fuck you right here while everyone else watches."

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was more scared than nervous. What if people started talking about his metal arm? What if they saw him as a monster? What if they started saying you didn't deserve him? What if you believed it? Bucky's suit covered his metal arm completely, and he decided to wear leather gloves to cover the rest. He didn't look happy at all, and it made you feel guilty for asking him to come. You approached him when you heard him sigh one more time. "Bucky," You held his gloved hand. "We can go, you know." He nodded, "Alright, I'm ready." "No, Buck, I mean we can leave." You looked into his eyes. Bucky was surprised. "Doll, what are you talking about? This is your movie premiere, we have to-" "I know, but.. I can see how this is worrying you. And you just recovered, so I don't want to put you in a compromising position." He then smiled, realizing he's the luckiest man in the world. To be able to have someone as incredible as you, who'd throw away something important just so he wouldn't get hurt. He truly didn't deserve you, but he saw that in a different light now. "I am so in love with you, doll."

Jake Lockley

You were nervous. Jake had a tendency to be... rough around the edges. And the fact that he had bruises from working for Khonshu the other night didn't help either. He looked like he got into a bar fight. "Amor, please." Jake stopped your hands trying to fix his hair. "I just.." You sighed. "I'm scared people might be scared of you." Jake chuckled. "Good. I want them to be." You had fully given up at that moment. Jake was being broody, dark, and just obviously in a terrible mood, while you tried your best to keep it cheerful. Especially since it's a happy occasion. What you didn't expect was the media calling you two Hades and Persephone the next day. "Looks like your plan to make the media dislike you didn't work, Jake -- oh sorry, Hades." Jake rolled his eyes but silently hid a smile. He kinda liked the attention, but he'd never admit it to you.

Erik Killmonger

He loved it. He loved the media, the attention, the flashes of the camera. He knew he looked good, and honestly he kinda stole your thunder. It made you slightly jealous, but damn, cameras just love him. Erik owned his look -- it was very... Killmonger. He promoted his Wakandan culture, included a few elements of the Black Panther, and he was getting interviews after interviews. You weren't sure you were there for your movie premiere anymore. "And this is your girlfriend?" The interviewer asked. "Yeah, this is my beloved." Erik pulled you closer to him. "Doesn't she look amazing?" "Yes, she does-" The interviewer paused. "Wait, aren't you the main character of this movie?" Your lips pressed into a thin line. "Yep. That's me. But somehow, my boyfriend here has done way more interviews than I have." Erik smirked. "Sorry babe, can't help it. I just look good."

(HCs) Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill

reader is: female

warning: spicy?

a/n: I know, it's been done probably million times. But I can't stop imagining it 😩

Joel Miller

It has to be one of his flannel shirts. He'd be chopping some firewood in his backyard when you'd come out wearing his flannel shirt and just a pair of underwear. It did not go unnoticed by him. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He tried not to look at you, who's sitting on a lawn chair with your legs up on the back porch railing. He- hell, anyone walking by could very well see up your legs. "Hm? Nothing. Just enjoying the afternoon." You feigned innocence. Joel sighed and dropped his axe on the stump. Without saying another word, he picks you up over his shoulder and carried you back inside. "You like teasin' me?" He hummed, "I'll show you some teasin'."

Miguel O'Hara

It's a hoodie that he sometimes would wear over his spidey suit when it's cold. Miguel couldn't exactly get cold, but he knew he looked good in that hoodie. But you know who also looked good in it? You. So sometimes, when Miguel isn't wearing his hoodie, you'd snatch it and wear it yourself. "It's cold and I didn't bring a jacket." Miguel solved that problem by bringing your jacket to the HQ, but you'd still be wearing his hoodie. Leaving him to stay warm by draping your smaller jacket on his wide shoulders. He looked kinda cute. You did feel bad a few times, so you'd wear your own, but Miguel would just take your jacket off and put his hoodie on you. "It smells like you after a while. Give it back to me then."

Marc Spector

You were in the gym, wearing one of Marc's shirts with your shorts. His shirt was quite loose on you and it was even longer than your shorts. You tucked in the shirt under your sports bra to make it look better. "Whoa, whoa, babe." Marc stopped you from squatting down and picking up the weights. "Uh, mind if I spot you?" He was acting weird, but you agreed. As you squatted down, Marc went with you, glaring at any other men who dared to even glance your way. Once you were done with your set, you turned to look at Marc and smirked. "You might wanna adjust your shorts there, babe." "..fuck."

Peter Quill

Peter looked for his Nirvana shirt everywhere. It was one of his favorites, and then he found you in your kitchen, dancing to Smells Like Teen Spirit while making waffles. Without you noticing, Peter had gone down on his knees and silently crept up to you. Imagine your shock when he suddenly hugged your knees and left kisses on your naked thigh. "Peter??" He just hummed in response, still kissing and leaving soft bites on your thighs. He then moved up, and paused. "No underwear?" "Well not after you completely destroyed it last night." He smirked. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He grazed his hands over your ass, leaving a nice smack before inching closer to your core. "Maybe I need a little reminder."

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