#self insert lmao

Heres are some emojis i made for my friend's discord server (its Epic and Greek mytho themed, yes)

A i forgor-

Hold my hand and imagine this with me!! Rocket x Bucky x gn!reader

Rocket drags the blaster along your skin like he’s testing a theory.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Cool metal skating over your side, your ribs, dragging down just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Oh,” he hums, delighted. “Yeah. Look at that.”

Your skin betrays you immediately — goosebumps rising in its wake, breath stuttering sharp like you didn’t mean for it to.

Rocket laughs. Soft. Mean. Pleased.

“Didn’t even touch ya,” he says. “You’re already shakin’.”

Bucky sees everything.

He’s close behind you, hands steady at your waist, thumbs pressing in just enough to feel your pulse jump. His voice is calm…almost gentle, which somehow makes it worse.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. “You’re doing fine.”

Rocket traces higher this time. Lingers. The blaster is never aimed — just present, cool and unyielding, reminding you who’s holding it.

Your breath catches again.

Bucky exhales a quiet chuckle. “There it is.”

Rocket watches it ripple through you like a live wire, ears flicking, grin sharp.

“See?” he says, playful and cruel. “Your body answers before your mouth does.”

He traces again, slower now, memorising the way you shiver. Never threatening. Never careless. Just enough pressure to remind you the blaster is real, and so is the control.

Bucky tightens his grip at your waist, grounding, possessive. His thumb presses into your side, rubbing at your exposed skin.

“Every time,” he murmurs, almost fond. “You try to hold it together.”

Your breath stutters anyway.

Rocket clicks his tongue. “Aw, don’t fight it.” He leans in, voice warm and wicked. “We ain’t even started.”

Bucky’s breath brushes your ear, low and calm.

“Let it happen,” he says. “We’ve got you.”

The blaster lifts away — not gone, just out of reach.

Rocket watches the way you tense at the absence, grin cutting.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Knew it.”

Bucky doesn’t soothe you. Doesn’t rush. His hands stay firm, anchoring, like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

“Stay right there,” he says evenly.

Rocket taps the blaster against his palm once, wicked glisten in his eye

Old doodles I stuck on cuz they were cool