perv!patrick who leaves you little notes on your locker, but instead of being cute, they say things like "killed a rat yesterday, made me think of you." or "should close your curtains on a nighttime, doll."
perv!patrick who has to control himself when he sees you smoking outside of school because he ends up imagining how you would sound when he used his lighter on you.
perv!patrick who finds himself following you home and standing outside your window in the shadows, hoping he can see you getting changed.
perv!patrick who after months of stalking, finally manipulates you into thinking he's the best person boyfriend for you.
perv!bf!patrick who sneaks into your bedroom while you're sleeping to carve his initials into your thigh.
perv!bf!patrick who convinces you to let him take nude polaroid pictures after he promises he won't share them with anyone, only to 'loan' some to henry later.
perv!bf!patrick who eventually brainwashes you into being just as messed up as he is <3
a/n: HEAR ME OUT. or don't. anyway this is for my weird girlies bc i SEE THEY'RE ASKING FOR IT, dinner is served 💞 essentially my brain wrote this on its own during a couple of weird days of being sick, alone, and having fever dreams post-fantastic 4 in imax 😶 FLUFF OVERLOAD ahead
meeting at work for the first time, him working as a pilot and you being ground control 🥺 two essential halves of the same thing!!!!
this man locked you down IMMEDIATELY, like "yes. this one. no one else in the universe."
being married before the fateful space mission which made the Four into Fantastic four and thinking that you have your perfect sweet life
and of course you were on ground control duty for that one, meaning you heard A LOT of unsettling things happening on that spaceship and you were just happy to have your husband back, in any way shape or form
to say the least, the first weeks after that mission were a strange and challenging time for you and Ben most of all
the other three were as supportive as ever
but going from living a calm little life in a small apartment, having cooking dates and watching a nerdy tv show in the evening, to having a soulmate who is basically a mountain, Johnny (your bestie) sticking his nose in your business all around baxter building and Herbie beeping next to you as you make dinner... was really quite something
as much as someone with an outside perspective might think, you were and remained his absolute rock
of course Ben was all like "if you want to leave me i completely understand" but your stubborn self would NEVER.
"i remember us saying 'until death do us part', and as far as i can see, we are both still very much alive." and that topic was closed
still he thought about it many more times but usually without telling you, not that he wasn't beyond grateful for your love and support, it's just that he didn't want to burden you and change your life upside down
but nevertheless, you two decided to start navigating your new reality together
he is terrified that you will be scared of him (how could you, he is still the love of your life)
initially trying to tread lightly on some topics but eventually you grow comfortable with joking about things, and seriously Ben is so sarcastic and funny, and you match that so well, that the whole team is tripping over themselves with laughter at your little banter
underneath a rocky exterior there is a heart of absolute gold and that didn't change with any physical transformation
he has sooo much love to give, and he is so devoted to you and amazed by you and feels lucky beyond measure
your laughter is his favorite sound in the world, bonus points if you think your laughter is unattractive
whatever your interests are, he will at least try to get into them, sometimes begrudgingly, sometimes he will pretend to dislike something but actually enjoy it and he likes when you tease him about it!!
behind closed doors he is the biggest softie of all time
you give him lots of words of affirmation complete with nicknames, but his heart absolutely melts at "baby" and "Benny"
when you're feeling extra romantic and darling, you will call him "handsome" but when you wanna get on his nerves, "thingy" is the way to go 😂 (don't let Johnny ever hear that one)
he is an amazing listener
sometimes you feel he over-compensates for the fact that your life had to change so much, by doing too many nice things for you; there are always flowers, coffee/tea in bed, a scented bath, your favorite food or a handwritten note waiting for you for no special occasion
always hanging out together while cooking
Whatever your insecurities are, he will claim they are his favorite things
when you lean your head on his shoulder, or press your forehead to his, or take his hand with your much smaller one, his heart grows 10 sizes
Ben has a random dislike of scented candles, while you love them - you best believe he lets you light as many as you want anyway
his taste in music is very random and niche, and that is one interest you really bond over; yes Johnny will eavesdrop and pretend he is hating on your music choices but actually be vibing
if you can play an instrument, Benny boy is even more amazed at you
of course Johnny loves asking very inappropriate questions, but the two of you play along until you leave him flabbergasted, and the two of you a laughing mess
this man can lift you up basically with one hand and it is so much fun
you do like a good pair of broad shoulders
also he won't hesitate to literally just pick you up and carry you away from a conversation if the rest of the family is being insufferable, it's hilarious and endearing 😂
if you are ever anxious, Ben is the perfect partner to have because when he hugs you and hides you away, literally nothing in the world can touch you
and yes you can still hear his heartbeat
if you love a weighted blanked, he's your perfect match, except he is only allowed to put one arm over you lest you end up squished and suffocated
it is actually a struggle for him not to love you with his full strength but he is beyond terrified of ever hurting you in any way
also has quite a soothing voice to bring you out of your sometimes loud thoughts
sitting on the balcony at night and watching the sky in silence together is one of the ways you like to unwind and sometimes some unsaid things will come out at this time
sadly Ben has a strong tendency to close himself off when something is eating at him, in his mind he has already bothered you enough for 5 lifetimes just by existing, he doesn't want to pile more things on your back
you are painfully aware of this and you try to let him be, but your heart cracks every time you walk into your room and his back is turned towards you; then you have to pry a little bit and, if nothing else, give him a bit of extra love and reassurance and cheer him up
to say he is protective would be an understatement, in small situations as well as big ones, for example his side of the bed is the one closer to the door, just in case
you are the most precious joyful thing in his life
hehe
when you guys are out in public and someone dares to throw him an offhand comment, you are READY to throw hands
some kids be calling you mrs thing in the street lmao
but luckily it is more common that he gets recognized by an enthusiastic fan, and then your eyes all but tear up in joy
he deserves good things!!!!
he is a very "that's my wife!!" person if u know what i mean
you always reassure him that you wouldn't change a thing about your unconventional love story and that he is perfect in your eyes, that he never has to think he is inconveniencing you and that you are not having a hard time because he is... himself
his clothes are ridiculously large on you, you adore it
Ben gets jealous in a sulky way for obvious reasons, even though he trusts you with his life
therefore you make a point to always latch onto his arm when you are out or at an event; your man is a hero and you are proud to be his soulmate and best friend, judgmental comments be damned
you gotta gently push him to get out there a bit more and live his life, but with you it's less intimidating
when the two of you babysit Franklin those are some of the happiest times ever, chaos love and giggles galore
he has such strong dad instincts it is just crazy, and the baby looks comically small in his arms
yes Franklin likes to climb him and yes you are laughing while internally praying to keep those memories forever
Reed and Sue trust the two of you completely and you literally offer to babysit even without them asking
those times also include all of you falling asleep after going out to the park or reading children's books in silly voices
and then it results in a bittersweet scene of Ben sprawled out on the couch, you on top of him an the baby in your arms
Summary: Your husband, Ben Grimm, shows you just how much he loves you.
Pairing: Ben Grimm/The Thing x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut. Porn with very little plot, Monster (?) fucking, Ben refers to her pussy as 'her', Ben has a MOUTH on him, oral (f receiving), p in v (protected)
WC: 1K
A/N: Porn with little plot lmao. I dunno how many of us are out there that are into Ben like this. Surely there are enough of us right?
Idk if this is even good. It's not my usual stuff lol. Forgive me please. (And be kind, I'll cry lol)
Marvel Masterlist
Your husband went up into space with his three best friends and came back down to Earth… different. It was definitely a shock at first. But now… you’ve gotten used to it. You still find him absolutely sexy, rocks and all. In fact… the sex is somehow even better.
At first, Ben didn’t want to even try. He would only watch you pleasure yourself. Finally, you’d gotten way too needy for him and he gave in. But only after he had Reed build a new type of condom that could withstand him.
Thank you, Reed Richards.
“Fuck… baby… that’s it. Keep going.” Ben’s needy voice is low, in the way that makes you absolutely soaked for him. “Taste so fuckin’ good.”
You ride his face as he carefully holds your arms behind you as your hands stay firmly planted on his hard chest. His tongue, much bigger than before, licks into you desperately, needing to push you over the edge.
You whimper above him as you writhe a little harder against his mouth, the coolness of his head feeling good between your legs.
“God, listen to you.” He moans between licks. “Can feel how fuckin’ close you are.”
“God… Ben…” You moan breathlessly, clenching your fists against his chest, behind you.
He groans again as he catches your clit between his teeth for a moment and you gasp. For some reason tonight… you’re just not able to fling yourself over the edge.
“Ben… please-” You whimper.
“Need more?” He asks and you nod. Wordlessly, he helps you up and then gently guides you to your back. “You know I got you, sweetheart.”
He grabs one of the condoms that Reed made him from the bedside table and hands it to you to open before guiding it over his massive length.
His length is different than before, of course. Bigger… Rockier… But it never once deterred you. The condom coats his rocky hardened length and gives it a smooth feel.
Once the condom is in place, he smirks down at you, his blue eyes never once leaving yours. “Should I make you beg for it?”
“Ben Grimm… I swear to god-” You start to whine but he starts to push in slowly just to shut you up.
“Yeah, baby? What was that?” He teases and when you have no response, he keeps going. “Oh come on now… That all you got, Mrs. Grimm?”
Your eyes roll back into your head the moment he’s fully inside you and his hands expertly find your hips, your thighs rested up against him.
“Feels so fuckin’ good… Jesus… she was made for me, wasn’t she, baby?” He rambles as he pulls out just to push back in, a little rougher.
The air leaves your lungs in a welcoming way as he talks dirty to you. It’s something that he’s always been good at. Since you met in college. He has a tongue that would make a nun faint. Or rebel against god.
“God… baby… I’m gonna-” You whine.
“Oh I know. Come on, sweetheart.” He pulls your hips up a little, angling you just right to slide right back into you, making you clench around him. “Oh fuck-”
You can tell he just came by the way his hands grip your waist a little tighter, still careful with you though. His eyes squeeze shut and you whine as your hand falls between your legs, rubbing your clit for him.
“Look at me as I fall apart for you.” You whisper to your husband. “Please.”
His eyes open again, falling down to the wetness between your legs.
“Look at that. Absolutely soaking us.” He grins. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
His crystal blue eyes bring you another wave of pleasure and you clench around him one last time before finally reaching that peak that you were both craving. Your orgasm washes over you with you moaning Ben’s name in the way that, to him, makes you sound like a siren. A sound he’d gladly get lost in.
“Jesus.” He groans as he falls to the bed, beside you, careful to not hurt you.
You let out a soft laugh as your entire body feels like jell-o. He pulls you to him, closer, as you rest your head against his hardened shoulder.
“God, I love you…” You murmur.
“I love you.” He runs a rocky hand down his face. “Marry you all over again if I could.”
You let out a soft laugh and lean up slightly to kiss him on the lips. It used to be a thing he was too self conscious about until you finally proved you truly didn’t mind and that you just desperately needed to kiss your husband. But now it’s like second nature again.
“Don’t forget we’re supposed to have lunch with everyone tomorrow.” Ben reminds you.
“I didn’t forget.” You assure him as you sit up to turn the bedside light off.
“You sure because I’m pretty sure I had your mind a jumbled mess earlier.” He teases.
You swat him playfully, your hand coming in contact with cool hardness. “Shut up.”
“Just sayin’.” He grins.
“Rotten husband.” You roll your eyes as you lay back down, facing away from him with a grin.
His hand falls down to your stomach pulling you into him as he lays on his side. “Can’t help it. You love me anyway.”
That you definitely do.
You both fall asleep shortly after, his snores lulling you to sleep. It’s not always a perfect life with him putting his life in danger almost every day, but it’s your life and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
been thinking a lottttt about this man lately i need him so bad 😵💫😵💫
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perv!owen who always makes you sit in the front row pew when he’s delivering the sermon of the day just so he can see you…and catch a glimpse up your cute sundress.
perv!owen who has to control himself when he hears you in the confessional cause he can feel his jeans tightening the minute he hears your sweet voice.
perv!owen who finds himself stood outside your cabin window at camp, hoping to catch a glimpse of you getting changed.
perv!owen who keeps all the cute little photos you tell him to take of you while you’re at a church retreat somewhere abroad, just so he can jerk off to them later.
perv!owen who steals your panties out of your hamper when he’s in the laundry room, while you, ever so oblivious, think you’ve just left your favourite pairs at home, even though you could’ve sworn you packed them for camp!
summary: your youth pastor, owen, finds himself outside of your cabin window at summer camp, even though he knows it’s wrong.
pairings: darkish!owen taylor x fem!reader
warnings: reader is of age!! i was imagining 18-19 but honestly you do you, slight degradation (owens thoughts go crazy), voyeurism (reader isn’t aware), masturbation, owen lowkey gives joe goldberg vibes, teeny little corruption kink, id say he’s out of character but he’s not really…?
A/N: this was so rushed and is lowkey terrible but i needed to write it because the idea would NOT leave my mind
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owen doesn’t know how he ended up here, he really doesn’t. he was walking through the trees, on his way back to his cabin because he finally finished choosing verses to go over tomorrow, when something, no, someone, made him stop in his tracks.
he heard something coming from your cabin, loud, shaky breaths. normally, if it was any other day, owen would pretend he didn’t see it and just carry on walking, but for some reason he couldn’t. his feet stayed planted on the muddy ground, concern beginning to creep into his head. what if you were in pain? he couldn’t have his best helper hurt, right?
after what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to get himself to move, shuffling over to the side of your cabin, peeking in through the slightly open curtain. it’s okay, he kept telling himself, it’s okay, you’re just making sure she’s okay. but when he focused his eyes to the dim light in your room and saw what he did. owen knew he was done for. he knew that he should walk away from this sin, this depravity that he was witnessing, he was your pastor for crying out loud!
but even as he reminded himself how wrong, how disgusting this was, he found himself inching closer to the window, getting a better glimpse into your room.
he let out a groan at the sight before him, you, shirt pushed up over your tits, hair stuck to your forehead, fingers in your pussy as you shifted your face to the pillow to muffle your sounds. who knew his favourite church girl was actually just a little slut? what in the world? why was he thinking like this? he shook his head, trying to tear his eyes away from you.
he told himself it was the devil, that satan himself had to have been tempting him, keeping him stood here to test his faith. but really? he knew it wasn’t the devil, it was the hand he had wrapped around his cock as he watched you.
he kept telling himself it was against his ways, that it was wrong even as he tugged at his aching cock. but all those thoughts came to an end when he heard you, crying out loudly and babbling a ‘ ‘m cummin’, owen, fuck!’
and holy shit, the fact that you thought about him when you were knuckle deep in your cunt? that was enough to push him over the edge, his fist coming up to rest on the wooden wall as he came into his hand with a strangled moan.
he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans and took one last glance at you before he walked away, already planning the next time he’d ‘accidentally’ see you. he’ll take a video next time. not only so he can get himself off when he’s alone but so he can blackmail you, corrupt you into being his good little bitch whether you like it or not…so what if he loses his faith in the process?
Yesterday I Accidentally called my chemistry teacher dad and I was so embarrassed.
So that lowkey got ne into thinking what if you'd call the thunderbolts-men dad? So I brought that into reality, enjoy!!
Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader
✦Thunderbolts Accidentally Calling Them Dad Headcanons ✦
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✦ John Walker
You were in the kitchen trying to open a stubborn jar of pickles when John passed by, towel slung over his shoulder, still sweaty from his morning run.
“Need help with that?” he asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.
You held out the jar with a grunt. “Yeah, it’s like Fort Knox.”
He cracked it open easily, handed it back. You mumbled a thank you under your breath before saying—
“Thanks, Dad—uh. John. I meant John.”
Silence.
Your face went crimson as John blinked at you. You looked anywhere but at him. He set down the water bottle and tilted his head.
“…You called me Dad.”
“Yeah. Slipped out. Sorry.”
John was quiet for a second. Then he gave a small chuckle, half a breath, more real than most things he said.
“Well,” he said, voice softer than usual, “I’ve been called worse.”
You glanced at him, surprised. He looked a little flustered himself, lips twitching like he was trying not to grin.
“You want me to… stop calling you that?”
He shook his head. “Only if you want to. But if you do it again, I’m claiming the Father’s Day card.”
You rolled your eyes. “Deal.”
✦ Bucky Barnes
It was late. You were exhausted after school and halfway through asking Bucky something when it slipped.
“—and can you sign this field trip thing, Dad?”
You froze. He froze.
He looked up from his book, eyebrows raised slightly. His expression didn’t change much, but you could feel the tension in the air.
“I—sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just—habit. Or...brain slip. You know.”
Bucky didn’t speak for a beat.
Then, slowly, he nodded.
“…You sure that’s a bad thing?”
You looked at him, brows knitting. “What do you mean?”
He gave the tiniest smile. “You calling me that.”
You hesitated. “You don’t mind?”
“I think… it’d be nice, actually,” he said, voice gruff but honest. “If it came from you.”
Your heart thudded. You didn’t say anything, just quietly handed him the form. His metal hand brushed yours as he signed it.
Later, he left the signed paper on your desk, folded with a sticky note on top.
“Next time, just ask your old man directly.”
✦ Bob Reynolds
You were crying.
Not the loud, messy kind—just the quiet, brittle sort, tucked into the corner of the couch with your sleeves covering your face. Bob had come to check on you when he noticed you didn’t come down for dinner.
He sat next to you gently, not asking questions. Just offering a tissue and setting down a mug of tea.
After a while, when your voice finally returned, it cracked like glass.
“Thanks for… being here, Dad.”
It was a whisper. A whisper you didn’t realize you said until Bob’s breath caught.
You looked up at him, startled. “I didn’t—oh. I didn’t mean—”
He was looking at you with that soft, stunned expression. The one he got when something beautiful happened unexpectedly.
“…You sure?”
You blinked. “About what?”
“Calling me that. Do you want me to be?”
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Nodded.
He smiled. Small. Fragile. But it reached his eyes.
“Then I’ll be here. As long as you want.”
✦ Alexei Shostakov
You were yelling.
The TV was too loud. Alexei was hogging the remote. You just wanted to play your game without hearing an entire Russian action movie blaring in the background.
“Alexei, please turn it down—”
“No! Is dramatic climax! They are in helicopter with no fuel!”
“For the love of—Dad, please—!”
Silence.
The movie kept going, but neither of you heard it.
You clamped a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t—I mean—I’m—”
Alexei turned to you, eyes wide.
“…You called me Dad.”
You winced. “Yeah. Sorry. Reflex.”
He grinned like a kid who just won a prize.
“I am the dad! Yes! Finally!”
You groaned. “Don’t make it weird—”
“I will not! I am honored! You hear this? ‘Dad, please!’” He mimicked you terribly.
You threatened to throw a pillow at him. He caught it mid-air and gave you a one-armed hug, ruffling your hair like a proud giant.
“Is good day,” he said with a smile. “Very good day.”
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oml I loved writing this, was highkey smiling the whole time.
If you guys want me to make one of calling the others mom leave a request! <3
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