#im gonna throw up in my mouth a little as soon as the words hit the page

[sexilene]

boy nextdoor!jj is so hot hehe him choking me while he fucks me in a matting press AHHHH. want to see him smirking down at me through his floppy blonde hair wet with sweat as he puts his other hand over my mouth so my parents don’t wake up :3

ohmygoodness stop it right now. the way i smiled reading thisss pleaseeee!!! adding this to the kinktober list cuz why not!! #19 (ignore any spelling mistakes sorry lol!)

anotha little boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

when your boyfriend does manage to sneak in through the window by climbing on a tree…he usually spends the night. your parents go to sleep fairly early, like soon after dinner early, so that gives you and jj some alone time in the dark without worrying about one of your parents randomly entering your room to check on you. it's happened before and though jj is getting better at running to find a hiding spot, it's is not ideal.

your parents figure you like to fall asleep to the tv you have in your room watching your little movies, and that it’s the movies making the little sounds. while that is true on some nights, this time around both the tv, you and your boyfriend are making sounds.

“jay!” you squeal when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending down again to press his flushed hard cock deeper into you. “shhh, gotta be quiet, like a little mouse, quiet okay?” he shushes you, your little movie still on in the background, providing a decent amount of light to illuminate his features and yours.

“uh huh…okay” you nod, still a little dazed due to the past two orgasms he gave you by fingering you a little over 20 minutes ago. once he pushes into your puffy pulsing heat, he wraps a strong hand around your throat and starts to squeeze down, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and grip the hand on your neck. jj is practically trapping you there, underneath him getting incessantly plowed by his big dick.

“wanna hold my hand?” he offers you the hand that’s not on your neck, you mewl at his sweetness, he’s still trying to make you feel as loved and safe as possible even if he is fucking you like he hates you.

“mhmm!”

“here babydoll” he takes your hand in his, the sounds of skin slapping skin faintly bouncing off the walls, not wanting to risk waking the whole neighborhood up with the way he really wants to be pounding into you right now.

your lips are swollen from his kisses, drool threatening to escape the corners of your lips, tear stains on your cheeks glisten due to the lighting, your hair all messy, and still jj thinks you look like the prettiest little thing.

“y’look cute, c’mere” your boyfriend grunts, pulling you up by your neck for another kiss, “harder jayjay, please harder!” you whisper, needy as ever.

“i know babe,” jj chokes you harder and uses his other hand to rub your clit in fast circles, “g’nna cum again!” you squeal out.

“gonna wake up your parents, hold on,” he takes his hand off your neck and covers your mouth to keep you from making any more loud noises, as much as he loves to hear them….

“alright kittie cat no more screamin’ or im gonna have to press your face into the pillow,” he whispers in your ear.

“mph- nmm” your words muffled by his big hand,

“yeaaaah good girl, almost done baby, just keep takin’ it…” he bends your legs back further into a mating press and starts thrusting in again. the position causing his dick to go in deeper and hit the spots that make you melt. that combined with the way both your bodies all sticky with sweat and how he smells all salty and musky, makes you roll your eyes back and then squeeze them shut.

“h-ha…shit, y’so warm and wet holy fuck i love you so much.” jj grits through his teeth, bringing that hand back down to play with your pulsing clit. you whine into his hand as you cum hardddd on his dick, squeezing him so hard he can barely pull out to thrust in again.

“shhh sh sh, there you go…reaaal yummy huh?” he coos, bringing that hand back up to choke you again, “baby girl likes getting choked huh? dont’cha?”

you try and make a sound but you just can’t with how hard he’s squeezing your neck. “yeeeeaaah she likes it, little pussy gushes on me when i squeeze your throat like…thisss…” he gives a few final hard sloppy thrusts, letting go of your neck to give you a breathing break, sweat dripping down his chest, before he shoots hot strings of cum into your cervix.

he doesn’t pull out to keep all that cum stuffed in you and bends down to give you wet sloppy ‘good job’ kisses, whispering an ‘i love you’ after every kiss.

“think we were pretty quiet this time?” your boyfriend whispers looking into your eyes, and all you can do is give him doe eyes, pout and let out a little “mph!” ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"let me help you out" ft. the monster trio!

in which, an experienced you gets to teach them something new

ft. (inexperienced) luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

warnings: short nsfw drabbles; oral (both m!receiving and f!receiving), dirty talk, handjob, sub!op men (im a whore for pathetic men)

luffy:

bark bark woof woof icanbealightshade-

- "aww?" you nibbled on his earlobe, deft fingers swiftly moving up and down his shaft, "are you okay luffy?" - "it feels so good u-gh" he was panting, eyes closed, lips bitten till they were red, hair damp and tangled words on the tip of his tongue, "ple-ease please don't stop ha-" "hm?" you teased, licking a stripe from the base of his throat to his jaw, "what will i get in return?" - "anything" his hand is on top of yours, calloused fingers pumping his dick alongside your delicate ones, "anything you want, i will do i- it" "hands to yourself, baby you know the rules" pressing open-mouthed kisses against his tattered skin, you move downwards till youre sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue slowly and tasting the salty precum - "relax" you whispered as you licked up his cock, tracing the faint veins with the tip of your tongue as he shivered under you - as you're sucking his dick, he stretches it ever so slightly so that it's hitting the back of your throat. he lowly whispers, "just w-anna see your throat getting fucked" - you let him do as he pleases - after all, first times are supposed to be fun aren't they?

zoro:

im not above the temptations of the flesh im afraid

- you're pushing zoro against the wall, kissing him as he stares at you with wide eyes "yn?" he's whispering against your hot kisses, looking down at your tits as they spill out of a flimsy tank top, sensitive even to your most casual touches, "somebody's gonna see us, baby" "let me help you, zoro" - the rest of the crew was doing their usual around the deck and thankfully, nobody had wandered into your little corner yet - you bite down on his pulse, tasting the citrusy soap on his skin and leaving behind purple bruises - when he moans, you press a hand onto his mouth, "shh, they'd hear us. you don't want to let them see you like this right? so obviously fucked out by me?" - and then you're on your knees, pulling down his pants and freeing his cock from the cloth-bound cage. you look up at him, biting your lip as you give him an innocent look, "can i suck your dick hm?" "somebody's gonna catc- fuck, god, fuc- k" his breath hitches as you take half of his dick in, swirling your tongue and playing with the hard cock, "darling, quit playin'" - his back is pressed against the wall and his hips are matching the torturous rhythm of your hand, he's fucking himself, rutting desperately into your hands as his grip in your hair tightens "'m so close, so so close, angel, fu-ck" he throws his head back, hands pulling your mouth to his cock again, "faster, fasterf- please baby" you hum against his member, "wanna cum on my face?" - never have you seen this man come undone so soon

sanji:

hehehehe marry me 💍💍

- "yn, yn, yn~" he's rutting into air, waiting for any sort of friction that you deprive him of, "please don't make me wait" - he whimpers as you slip a finger in and moan out his name, you smile at him through the stimulation, "i thought you wanted to just see?" "let me touch it just once pleas-" "sanji, sit still" you silence him, letting your fingers mercilessly circle your own clit as you choke down sobs and cries - when you were done, you crawled over, making him taste your fingers, "see, you were so patient, so, now i should give something in return shouldn't i?" - he's whimpering when you palm him through his dress slacks and realize suddenly that he ha already cum "aw? that all you could take?" he flushes and as you continue palming him, he feels himself getting hard, grnding against your soft hands, "please yn, please don't make me wait" "aww, if you're in a hurry come help me" you encourage and he's pumping himself with your pace. - his eyes are rolled back, head thrown back as he struggles to breathe,"pl-ease just a little more, please plea" - his face is flushed as his cums undone in your hand

a/n: hope you enjoyed this lol and please please let me know the artists if you know them, full credit for the art to them!!

[mattsrod]

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; - ' MORNINGS '

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- ; warnings - smut, sub!matt, a little plot, masturbation, boners, interrupted sex.

- ; 9:05 am

your eyes were still glued shut with sleep as you rolled over in bed, throwing your arm to the right which hit your boyfriend in the stomach, of course.

matt shot awake, clutching his stomach instantaneously. after a few seconds of sputtering out swear words under his breath the said, "new way to wake me up, huh?"

you groaned in response, much too tired to give him a proper answer. the only thing on your mind was going back to sleep, but your boyfriend poking you in your side made that pretty difficult .

"matt, stop." you said curtly, grabbing his hand.

"your the one who woke me up, shouldnt i be mad?" he turned you over so you were facing him, taking a moment to look at all of your features.

"matt i can feel you staring at me." you spoke before opening your eyes. he was already staring into them. fuck. you wanted to be mad at him for not letting you sleep, but you couldn't.

he laughed before sliding his hand under your head, separating you and your soft pillow . you leaned closer to him and he kissed your lips softly.

he pulled away for a moment and you smiled. "come here." you said grabbing his face and brining it to yours, smashing your lips together.

you bit his upper lip and he licked your lower, and soon after his tongue pried your lips apart. he sat you up against the headboard, not separating his lips from yours for a second. he unclasped your bra, taking a tit in his hand.

every second that passed just made the kiss more heated.

your hands slid up and down his body as his tongue explored your mouth. just as your hands made it to his waistband you received a call, to which you ignored.

and then another call came.

and finally a text.

he pulled away, recognizing whoever was trying to reach you probably really needed you, considering the amount of times they had called you.

matt got off of you, letting you recollect and grab your phone.

"fuck." you mumbled

"what?"

"its my best friend. her dog ran away. she wants me to come over and grieve with her. probaly eat ice cream for three hours? i dont know.." you rambled on, shocked at the messages you had just received

"oh shit. you gotta get going then?" he yawned. handing you a previously discarded bra from the night before.

"i guess so." you slipped the bra over your head. "want breakfast before i leave?" you asked him, grabbing a pair of his pajama pants off of the floor and swiftly putting them on.

"i mean, why not?" he got out of the bed slowly ruffling his hair and then standing up.

you walked over to him, giving him a peck on the lips before walking out of the room "meet you downstairs yeah?"

"yeah." he paused, "your not putting a shirt on?" he said loudly, knowing you were far down the hallway by now.

"i mean its just us at home, right?!" you called back.

hearing that he smiled to himself. rushing out of the room and following you down the steps.

- ; time skip - 9:32 am

"matt, im gonna burn the fuckin' eggs if you keep staring at me like that." you shuffled the eggs around in the pan once more before turning around to look at matt, leaning your hands into the counter.

"what am i distracting you?"

"just let me cook your eggs in peace." you smiled.

saying that you turned around, you knew matt wouldn't let you do that.

you felt matts gaze burning into you as you walked over to the fridge to grab orange juice which you set on the counter next to you.

why not take advantage of this?

you opened the freezer and bent down to grab the mini pancakes you knew matt loved.

you arched your back as you stood up and turned around. "you want some of these, babe?" you held up the box of pancakes, waving them in the air.

your boyfriend traced your curves with his eyes. how his pants hung low on your hips, how your bra held your perfect tits.he was getting harder by the second. who gave you permission to do these things to him?

and then, looked up from the floor where he was pretending to stare, blinking and shaking his head before speaking "oh shit- sorry babe what'd ya say?"

"hm." you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter once again, sighing this time. "what am I distracting you now?"

"i gotta use the bathroom, be right back." he said coldly.

you pursed your lips and then shook your head. "you want the pancakes or not?!"

"yeah!" his voice cracked as he ran to the bathroom.

you giggled and turned off the stove. you knew exactly what he was up to.

matt bee-lined for the bed and threw himself on it, tossing most of the pillows to the floor and stuffing the remaining behind his back, before yanking his sweatpants down to his knees. there was no need to drag this out. he had enough foreplay just watching you downstairs, and not to mention the interrupted scene that morning that had been playing through his head for the rest of the time after that.

he grasped his cock firmly from the spot on his stomach where it had lay hard and wet-tipped against his stomach.

he gasped at the contact and let his head fall back, his mouth falling open as he squeezed himself, before letting his cock fall with a slap against heated skin.

with a flat hand, he pulled the moisture from the tip, smearing it down his length, before curling his fingers over his balls, just grazing his fingertips below them.matt ran his tongue over his dry lips, picturing you in the kitchen, remembering how you'd looked with your pajama pants hanging so low that just the slightest tug would pull them off.

he groaned and brought his hand around his dick again, tugging jerkily, frantically, and bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed.He could see you between his legs, one hand on his thigh, the other pleasuring yourself right along with him.

matt screwed his eyes closed and clamped his other hand over his own thigh, breathing hard and fast and stroking even faster.He imagined fucking you over the counter. both of you whimpering as he thrusted roughly into you, one hand gripping your hips roughly, leaving small marks. his other roped around to the front of your body, rubbing your clit.

the muscles in matts’s arms began to burn as he stroked himself but that barely registered, the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see, was you beneath him.

him plunging into you and hearing your pretty noises.

your face as it twisted with pleasure.

He stroked himself long and hard, inside and out, his breath ragged and heavy and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his releass. he moaned loudy, picturing you against the counter once again. This sent him right over the edge.

with a loud cry of your name, his knees hit his shoulders as his belly strained and his hips thrust up onto his plunging fingers, his body pulsing around them, and quick lines of milky liquid squirted over his hand and the quivering skin of his stomach.

you opened the bedroom door and matts head snapped at the creaking sound it had made.

"huh. well this isnt the bathroom." you teased, making your way towards the bed.

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[c-cobweb]

ultraviolence

| “‘cause im your jazz singer, and you're my cult leader. i love you forever, i love you forever” | — lana del rey.

warnings: +18 mdni!, smut, oral (m receiving), dom! kai, submision, brainwashing, daddy k!nk? (only once).

a/n: english is not my first lenguage! and requests are open ♡.

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Kai was smoking, sitting in the armchair in the basement of his house with his legs open and you kneeling in the middle of them.

How did you get to this situation? You didn’t know it well.

It all started when Kai first entered the bar where you sang jazz on Thursday nights, after your performance that day he approached you praising your angelic voice and offering you a drink. The following Thursdays were the same, with Kai camelling you with his sweet words and his beautiful smile.

But that wasn’t the Kai that was now in front of you.

You didn’t know how but the blue haired boy had dragged you into his twisted sect, brainwashing you and making you his sexual slave. And that’s why you were like this now, wanting to please him.

He unbuttoned his pants and left the rest of the work to you, so you took his cock out of his pants and stroked it from top to bottom, wrapping your hand in it while you looked into his eyes biting your lower lip.

He let out a growl and threw his head back due to pleasure, releasing the smoke he had been containing in his lungs. When you saw his reaction you took your tongue out of your mouth and began to give kitten licks to the head of his penis, knowing that that drove him crazy.

“Stop teasing” Kai demanded with a hoarse and dominant voice, to which you obeyed without thinking and began to put his cock in your oral cavity everything your throat allowed you.

You were going little by little, putting his member in your mouth until Kai got fed up and with the hand that did not hold the cigarette he grabbed you by the head and pushed until the head of his penis hit your uvula, to which you gagged due to the brutality of his actions.

He began to fuck your mouth with brutality, grabbing your head with both hands while his cigarette hung between his lips. When you saw that Kai was so focussed, you took the opportunity to lower your hand down your torso until you reached the waist of your panties, and put your hand inside and begin to delicately caress your cult.

Kai soon realised what you were doing, so he quickly grabbed your hair and stretched it tightly to separate you from his cock. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked with a frown. “Did I give you permission to touch you?”

You swallowed with difficulty, the last thing you wanted was to make him angry. “No, I’m sorry” You answered nervously while looking at him with begging eyes so that he didn’t do anything to you. “No what?” He spoke again, looking back at you with intensity. “No, sir” You answered with a choppy voice.

He nodded and let go of your hair, putting his fingers between your strands and licking his lips. “Okay, now be a good girl and make me cum” He said and you immediately put his member back in your mouth, this time with both hands on his thighs.

Kai fucked your mouth again with all the strength he had. You closed your eyes tightly by repressing gagging. He growled and let out guttural moans from time to time, the cigarette on his lips that was now completely consumed fell on the sofa, but the last thing he cared about was that.

It wasn’t long before you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, a clear sign that he was going to come soon. To help him, you raised one of your hands to caress the rest of his cock that did not fit in your mouth and you began to move your head from top to bottom, following the movements of his hips.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna cum, baby” He warned you, but instead of walking away you just tried harder to put more of his member in your mouth and turn your tongue around his shaft, definitely throwing him to the edge.

“Oh my god, yeah” He groaned as you felt thick strips of sperm coming down your throat. “Good girl, good fucking girl” Kai praised you with agitated breathing as he lowered his arms to both sides of his body.

When you felt his cock soften, you took it out of your mouth and cleaned the corner of your lips with the sleeve of your sweater. You climbed until you were sitting on Kai’s lap and curled up against his chest, he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you close to him. “Did I do well?” You asked while hiding your face in his neck.

“Of course, you always do it well for me,” he replied with a soft laugh. “Now get up, daddy has to continue with his work” He said patting your ass so you can move. You sat on the couch with your knees glued to your chest while you watched Kai dress in his usual clothes to commit murders.

It was usual to leave you trembling and then go to kill people.

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[j1mmys-darl1ng]

rubberman!kai smut perchance? as in kai having a rubber suit

ur literally my favourite fanfic writer 💙

pairing : kai anderson x reader

Warnings : p in v, rough sex, degrading, its literally kai, improper use of kool-aid, spit

A/n: aaaaah thank you 🫶🫶🫶 im really feeding yall with 2 sober fics back to back

NOT FOR MINORS COMSUMPTION! IF YOU READ FURTHER THIS IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

"look at this peice of kinky shit i found" kai huffs, throwing a latex suit onto the table your sat at, the material shining under the dim light of the lamp.

"what is it?" you ask kai gently, knowing anything can set him off.

"some fucking rubber suit, i wanna try it out" kai says blankly, cutting straight to the point.

"is it clean? Where did you even find it?" your words are hesitant, not wanting to cause him to snap.

"doesn't matter. Hop up on the table. Or do you want me to force you down instead?"

Without a second thought, you hop up on the table. His lips crash into yours imediately, his fingernails pulling so hard on your shirt that you can hear the thread begin to snap.

He practically rips your shirt off you, not breaking the aggressive kiss at all. You both discard the rest of your clothes.

Kai leaves the room momentarily with the rubber suit, leaving you to desperately roll your hips as you try to cause some sort of friction.

He soon returns, his cock standing proud as i grabs a cut and a pack of kool-aid from the kitchen. After a few more minutes of trying to get any pleasure, he returns, the cup containing kool-aid mixed with something else...

"if you wanna be such a slut then go ahead and drink it" he growls, spitting into the cup and forcing it to your lips.

You reluctantly begin to drink it, the liquid thicker than water. Then it hits you.

Without saying or doing anything, you force yourself to finish it. Placing the cup aside while your thighs rub together needily.

"please kai... I really need you" your voice pleading. You see his eyes turn dark as you call him kai.

"that's not my fuckin' name. Try again or ill leave you like this. All needy and desperate with no way to relief it."

"s-sorry... Master.." you manage to whimper out, your eyes begging for him not to leave.

"that's my good little slut" he grumbles as he tightly grips your cheeks, forcing your lips together as he drains his saliva into your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it.

Without any warning, he roughly pushes your thighs appart, ramming his dick into your silky hole. Your nails dig into his shoulders, loud moans and whines slipping past your lips as his dick burries itself inside you.

Hes so deep inside you swear you can feel it nudging you stomach.

"you like that you fuckin' slut? Just taking all of me like a greedy whore aren't you? Its like you want this or some shit." he groans, his balls slapping against your ass with each aggressive thrust.

You begin to feel a knot forming, your nails begining to draw blood from his shoulders due to how hard your holding onto him.

"AGH! You fuckin' bitch!" kai yells out, slapping you across the face. This is all you need for your walls to tighten around him. This causes him to slap you again as your climax crashes down.

"did i say you could cum yet!? I dont fuckin' think so! Your gonna get punished later you filthy cum slut." his voice is still loud as he clamps a hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your breathing but not loose enough for you to move.

After a few more thrusts, his sticky seed paints your walls white. He practically fucks it into you, wanting to increase his chance of you having his messiah baby.

"clean yourself up. I have a meeting to get to" he huffs, quickly giving you a hesitant kiss on your nose as he speedily gets changed. You would have never expected in a million years for him to give you a kiss so it was a pleasant surprise.

Guess you'll have to wait till later to see what your punishment it.

A/n: this was a 2 day process 😭🙏. This was so fun to write because i kinda ran wild with it

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[maybanksprincess]

hii new follower here!!!👋💓 im in love alreadyyy☺️ can i request where instead of pope catching jj and kie on the boat its reader , it doesnt matter if its kook!reader or pouge💖

thank you sweetheart, your so kind! 🥹 thank you for following, and i loveeee this idea so much. thank you for the request!! 💕

you were on the way back to the outerbanks after being on the deserted island for the last several months, everyone thought you had all been missing, maybe dead

after the escape from singh, your on the boat with jj, contemplating your life choices at this point.

"so your sure you didnt tell him where the diary is?" he asks as he adjusts the ropes on the boat, blue eyes locking onto yours.

you meet his gaze, watching his blonde hair fall on his forehead. "i told him i'd seen it, but i didnt tell him where."

he swings back into the inside of the boat, walking over to where your standing "so why does Singh want it so much?" he sits down beside you, on a couch cushion

you look down at him from where your standing "singh said that he thinks the diary has a clue; to the location of some city of gold."

you throw your hands up, not understanding the concept either. "like the gold on the merchant was just a small part of it." you say furrowing your brows

jj looks at you as he speaks, "okay, so the diary we have leads to a 500-year-old treasure that no ones ever found?"

you both look equally confused, not understanding it one bit.

"pretty much." you say simply, nodding your head. you turn your head from the ocean, to meet his eyes again.

"im in. its kind of like- my best option at this point, so... definitely beats sitting in geometry class." jj was never fond of school, never showed up, and when he did, he got horrible grades.

jj stands back up beside you, ruffling and fixing his hair

"yeah, beats boarding school." you say as you tap your hand on the surface in front of you.

"i mean, i dont even know what'll happen when we get back to the obx; nothing good. i can tell you that." he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"shits gonna suck for like a year." you reply, shaking your head.

he grabs the handles on the top of the ceiling of the boat, hanging off of them.

"at least you dont got a restitution, though. No job. No parents. Yeah arrows are gonna be coming in hot." he turns to look at you with those blue eyes, meeting your gaze.

"but you know what we do when arrows come flying?" he questions with a smirk on his face, trying to lighten the mood.

he starts making childish gun noises, and hitting the air, then pulling himself up by the handles on top of him, and kicking the air

"-uh, quick!" you say, pointing a finger at him, cracking a smile.

he walks back over to you, still being childish

"and you shoot right back at 'em. and that spear comes at you, you plant, grab," he says while hitting his thighs and grabbing an imaginary spear, to prove his point.

you look at him still smiling, but furrowing your brows

"disarm, straight into the jugular, finish them off" he makes yet another childish noise, hitting the air. then he turns to look at you as you walk over to him

then the boat hits a wave, and you both stumble, his hand instinctively going to your waist to cushion you incase you fell.

your hand went to his back, now your faces inches apart

your still smiling a little, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

"you know, whatever happpens, were gonna handle it together. like we always do..." you say nodding your head, looking into his eyes.

"y/n." he says lowly, his gaze still drawn to your lips, leaning in.

as soon as you two were about to kiss, pope comes around the corner and calls out to you two.

"hey." pope says. he then connects the dots, and sighs.

jj knew how much pope liked you, but you didnt reciprocate those feelings, and he knows it hurt pope, even more so to find you two about to kiss.

jj opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out.

pope clears his throat, "just wanted to let you guys know that we should probably stop for gas." he gives a forced smile

jj looks around nervously, not knowing how to press this subject "pope, i, uh... yeah. uh-"

"-yeah." pope turns and walks away, not wanting to see anymore.

jj immediately turns to pope and starts to take steps toward him "Pope. Hey, pope."

he stops walking when pope doesnt respond, and he sighs, looking down. "shit." he whispers.

you look at jj with a sympathetic expression, but quickly look away, being a little hurt by the way jj pulled away so quickly.

"ill talk to him" jj says, never looking back up.

all you can do is nod, and look away.

im so sorry if this is bad, im kind of bad with angst!! i hope you liked it, thank you for the request babe!

[ink4blotches]

Pav x spider reader who is from spider-punks world and is like a little sister to hobie but likes Pav cause I need more Pav fics 😭😭

I gotchu anon ;) I'll probably be asleep when this uploads but just so you know I was rolling around in my bed writing this simply because Hobie's British in this is so bad so please forgive that little...thing.

Synopsis/Feels: Reader is Hobie's little sis but not by blood but u can't rlly tell, bad British slang beware, clueless Pav, mentions of Tom Holland(TW), etc.

Word Ct.:667

Without further ado...

Spider-Who?(Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader)

"Woah, he's awesome..." I sigh in amazement as I watch Pav swoop through the streets of Mumbattan.

"Mumbattan has the worst traffic I tell ya...aye, wot er you lookin at, kid?" Hobie asks as he realizes I've got my eyes focused on the streets below.

"Just...stuff..." I dodge his question as I take a bite of my scone, courtesy of your 2nd favorite Brit. It's me, I'm the 1st favorite Brit of course.

"Too right...you ready to skedaddle back to our universe kid? I miss me guitar." Hobie shrugs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Er...yeh, I guess." I sigh, watching as Hobie opens a portal(idk how the portal thing works Sue me).

"Hey guys! Leaving so soon?" Pav suddenly lands next to us, looking flawlessly perfect despite fighting a whole villain just a second ago.

"Yeh, sorry mate but yer universe is borin...right kid?" Hobie asks me. I barely hear him and decide to disregard it in favor of staring at Pav.

"Kid? Hello? Yer brain get hit with a rock...?" Hobie asks, popping me in the back of my head.

"I'm good! I'm great. Sorry, were said what you?" I immediately realize my sentence makes no sense as Pav and Hobie both look at me in confusion.

Hobie locks eyes with me.

Don't look at Pav, don't look at Pav, don't look at Pav...

My eyes dart to Pav and quickly go back to Hobie's.

FUCK.

"Oh, I gotcha...lil bugger's got a crush. Ain't that a bitch...wild how he ain't even from your own universe." Hobie says casually.

"What? Is it someone from the Spider Society?! Miles? Or Gwen?" Pav starts throwing out random names of teenage Spider-Men from the society.

"Wait...don't tell me it's....Miguel?!" Pav looks at me in disgust for a second before I shoot a web at his mouth.

As I watch Pavitr try to pry the web off Hobie pulls me to the side.

"C'mon, you gotta pick another. Love Pav, but he's...y'know....Pav." Hobie trails off, assuming I understand him.

"Well yeh, but he's also...Pav, y'know?" I argue slightly.

"Right and I get that...but he's Pav." Hobie complains to me, his grip on my shoulder tightening.

"I'm not gonna have this conversation with you Hobart. Don't you have taxes to file?" I ask with an eye roll.

"Fine, fine!" Hobie holds both his hands up in surrender. "You gonna tell 'im soon? Might have to spell it out since he's...Pav." Hobie shrugs.

"You mean you don't care?" I ask with a raise of my eyebrow.

"Course not kid. He might be Pav, but 'e's also Pav." Hobie emphasizes his words like it'll magically make sense.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Pav asks, finally joining us.

I give Hobie a silent plead.

"Nun much...I was bout to head back. Kid said she wants to stay awhile though." Hobie lies.

For reference I was thinking it but I didn't want to say it.

"Oh, great! I can show you my favorite street food stands and where the stray dogs are and where all the traffic is!"

"Oh. Where all the traffic is...great. Can't wait." I try to fake being excited.

"Catch you later, bugger. Try not to get pied off loser!" Hobie does a small salute before stepping through an open portal.

"Huh...? What does pied off mean?" Pav asks with an eyebrow raise.

"Nothing! Nothing at all...honestly it doesn't mean anything." I lie straight to Pav's face.

"...I don't believe you." Pav replies with suspicion in his eyes.

"Uhhhh....oh my god, is that Tom Holland?" I gasp loudly and point at the streets below us.

Pav's neck almost snaps as he looks.

"What?! Where?!"

Phew. Safe. Nailed it.

I watch as Pav swings down to the streets to find Tom Holland, who was never there in the first place.

I'll tell him. One day. But today is not the day.

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TAGLIST: @ihearthxh @sweetheartlizzie07 @the-vulcan

MASTERLIST

[jakevwebber]

jake smut from my wattpad book called ‘us forever my girl’ and my user is seinefraumisskaulitz if anyone ends up wanting to read it , enjoy!❤️

“so what’s your favourite places to shop?”

“urban, hot topic, shein, thrifting and victoria secret”

he smirked after i said the last one and he grabbed my hair kissing me again both of us deepening the kiss while kissing i got on top of him straddling him , i pulled away this time and just giggled a little

"can i ask you more questions"

"of course"

"okay then"

he started to run his fingers along my bra strap that was covered by the lace shirt i was wearing

"what colour is this"

"red with lace on the bottom"

he then moved his hands to pull my skirt up a little bit to be able to feel my thong strap

"and this?"

"also red with lace"

"mhm"

he then asked if he could take my skirt off me i nodded while watching him take my skirt off, then he also asked if he could take my shirt off i again nodded yes .

he had pulled off of my clothes im now straddling him in just my bra and thong , he was eating me with his eyes just staring at me looking at my boobs a couple of times.

i then decided it was my turn i told him to take his shirt off once he had he leant back again gripping onto my waist while i was admiring him and muscles and his beautiful tattoos

he slowly made his way up to my bra unhooking the clip at the back revealing my boobs he eagerly moved his hands straight to them massaging roughly then grabbing my face pulling me into a deep long kiss i moved up a little bit more so i could hold his face and he moved his hands to my ass gripping onto it.

while kissing he flips me over so i'm onto my back and he's above me with his chain dangling in my face he kissed my neck leaving marks all over my body especially on my boobs as he was making his way down me he got to my thong pulling the strings down slowly from my legs

once he took them off my body he began kissing up my thighs until he reached my clit starting to pleasure me by kissing my clit licking the folds up and down i was out of breath moaning quietly

he stopped kissing me and put two fingers in his mouth then bringing them down near my hole teasing me slightly just rubbing them around my hole touching each fold while making direct eye contact with me

"jake plea-se"

"what was that baby"

"jake please i need you"

"using your words good girl"

he shoved his fingers straight into my hole curling his fingers inside then bringing them in and out

"fas-"

"words."

"faster jake"

he somehow got faster making me moan i covered my mouth arching my back throwing my head back

"jake im gon-gonna cum"

"not yet baby"

"please jake"

he wriggled his fingers inside of me curling them again hitting my g-spot making me edge he soon realised and took his fingers out of me leaving me empty i look at him confused and kinda annoyed.

he sat on his knees in between my legs starting to unbuckle his belt , take his jeans off then his boxers his cock sprung up after he brought his boxers down and he began to rub his thumb over his tip before leaning over me he kissed me again

"are u sure you want to carry on baby?"

"yes" i smile at him lightly

he sucked on one nipple moving his mouth over to the other then looking down at his cock holding onto it before positioning it at my folds sliding in slowly gripping one side of my waist bringing me down onto him faster

"omg ja-jake"

he was going faster than he was before i don't know how it was possible but it was incredible he moved his hand from my waist to my boob griping onto it squeezing it roughly

"jake faster please"

"on it baby"

he kept slamming into me and moved one leg up to his shoulder going into me deeper as i was moaning he got faster and faster

he brought my leg down and turned my over so i was now on top of him while he was still inside of me and i began riding him , he was holding both sides of my waist lightly as i was doing to work i was moving backwards and forwards placing my hands on his chest with my boobs in his face

"jake i can't"

"i'll take over don't worry"

he was now gripping my waist slamming me on him going up and down throwing his head back moaning loudly

"y/n please"

i was so close and so was he but he kept going as fast as he could he quickly grabbed both my boobs

"i'm gonna cum" he groaned

"let's together"

i started to ride him again and he moved me up and down then we both moaned loudly and finished together.

he was still inside of me but i leaned forward onto him out of breath and he was rubbing his hand up and down my back and kissed my forehead

i leaned back up getting off him and putting  a t shirt on walking over to the bathroom to use the toilet and then i came back out with some other thong on jake was layer on the bed with a pair of pyjama trousers.

i crawled over to my bed laying on jake’s chest hugging him , he was scratching my back making me feel tired so i pulled up the bed covers and began to fall asleep jake following along a couple minutes after

[1n-l0v3-w1th-my-s3lf]

First time

Dom Bf x Sub afab Reader

Warning: Protected sex, Fingering, Oral sex (m receiving),Pet names (sweetheart,baby,love), Kinda clothed sex, virgin reader

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend were making out on the couch, you both begin touching each other and it soon becomes spicer.

The blank sound of a movie that had been long forgotten was faintly playing in the background, feverish kisses were shared between you and your boyfriend, Soon your being pushed onto your back and your boyfriend on top of you. "So. Fucking. Beautiful" H/n said in between kisses. Your hands run into his shirt, rubbing up and down his back, his tongue swiping your bottom lip before biting it softly, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip in and explore every little bit of your mouth. After a while of making out, he pulls away for a breath, you decided to take this as an opportunity to push him onto the other side of the couch and get on top of him, he gasped in surprise from your movements. You looked down to see a bulge forming, he blushed and looked away, he has always wanted to do it with you, but you weren't ready and he didn't want to force you, he would be your first time, you promised him that. Air got caught in his throat when he felt you begin pulling his pants down "Baby... Are you sure about this?" you nod, as you continue your movements, removing his boxers in the process. His cock springs out of his boxers, hitting his lower abdomen and standing strong. Your hands wrap around the shaft and you begin pumping your hands up and down, your lips wrapping around the top of his cock. You head slowly begins diving down as soft groans come from your boyfriend "Hollow your cheeks sweetheart" you do as he says, you begin bobbing your head up and down, slightly gagging when it hits deep in your throat. After a while you could feel him twitch in your mouth "Baby.. I'm gonna-" your boyfriends seed spurts into your mouth, you swallow all of his cum before sliding his cock out of your mouth with a pop. "You did so good love, but now its your turn" he pushed you back onto the other side of the couch, pulling your shorts and your panties down "Ready love?" You nodded "ok just gotta prep you" he took a scoop of your slik, spreading it all over his fingers "look at you,nice and wet for me". you whimper when you feel his fingers slowly enter your hole "Fuck, your so tight, cant wait to fuck you". after fingering you for a bit he began scissoring you, after a while you came around his fingers, he slipped his fingers out of you and began to lick your cum off his finger, humming in delight from the taste "you ok baby?" he asked "Y-Yeah" "ok,good. Im going to grab a condom and then ill fuck you" you nod, absolutely fucked out.He comes back with condom on,He gets back into position, He begins entering you tight hole, freezing a bit for you to adjust to his size, you nod and he begins moving.

The louder you moaned the faster he went, you were in pure bliss, even tho this was your first time, you came multiple times but asked him to keep going, h/n tried so hard to not to cum until it was to much "Baby.." you nod before he can continue, he spurts into the condom, he lets out the most pornographic, delicious and filthy groan, it led you to another orgasm. after a couple more thrusts, he pulled out, walking away for a bit to throw the condom out and grabbing some clothes, he comes back with sweatpants on, no shirt, a shirt in his hand(his shirt) "your probably not as comfortable in that shirt" he says as he hands you a pair of your underwear and his shirt, he helps you into it before throwing the clothes you didn't need onto the ground. H/n laid back before pulling you close and holding you close to his chest, you felt the vibrations of his voice begin "how about we actually watch the movie this time" you giggle at his words "thank you for making my first time so good" He smiles at you before giving a light kiss to your forehead, he presses replay on the remote, you both lay there in silence.

at least he was your first

Hope u guys liked my first post,if you have any requests, my request are open

[kmoplq]

‘Are you that obsessed with me?’

John ‘Soap’ McTavish x Fem!Reader

someone commissioned me to do this and idk if they’d like to stay anon, so im just gonna keep it there!

Warnings: smut, msub to mdom, a bit rough, teasing, thats abt it. I’m not that good at writing smut, so this is your other warning 😢😢

WC:985

It was no secret that you and Soap were best friends. Before anything, you and Soap had met in high school. You stayed friends stayed friends ever since. Nothing more.

Currently, you both were training. Nothing to severe, just punching and dodging. You both could barley breathe.

All Soap could pay attention to is how your chest would go up and down heavily.

“Pay attention, McTavish. Don’t want me winning do you?”

He’d do anything if it met you’d win. He didn’t care if that meant you’d have him pinned down on the mat.

He’d do anything to feel that luxury.

“Huh, wha’d you say?”

“Jesus.. Here, why don’t we take a break because it’s obvious you cant focus.”

“I can focus perfectly fine!”

He can focus fine, when i came to you at least.

You both headed to the kitchen of the safe house and got something to get something to eat.

Who knows how long you and Soap had been trying? Soap did. He always new how long you and Him would train. Always 1hr and 50mins.

One thing he knew he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

He knew that it took was one kiss to the cheek and he’d go absolutely crazy.

“John? Do you want the water or not?”

“Oh, yeah sorry..”

“Whats up with you? Your zoning out a lot, and you don’t do that a lot? You can talk to me.”

That. That right there was the reason he needed you so much. That was the reason he loved you so much.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know if i can tell you about this one though..”

“Please Johnny.”

Those two words had him shying away from you and a blushing mess. Even his pants started growing tighter.

“I-um.. I like you, a lot. And I don’t know if I keep it a secret any longer“

You admittedly stopped breathing. You couldn’t stand properly anymore and you didn’t know if it was because of training or because what Soap just confessed.

“So thats why you keep looking at my tits? And thats why you have a boner right now? Am I correct?”

You wanted to tease him a bit, just for a while.

“N-No! Maybe, and so what?”

“I’ll tell you what, you’ve trying to act sly. Did you really think i couldn’t see all of that happening?”

All he could do was whine. He was to hot to make a comment back.

“Aww, whining for me already? Haven’t even touched you and your already a mess.”

“Am not..” He basically moaned it out. He just needs you bouncing on his cock. No thoughts besides you on him.

“How about we go to your room and fix that little problem of yours, hm?”

When he finally gets enough courage to talk again, its admittedly taken by you kissing him.

As soon as you both hit the door, he’s on you in a instant.

“Let me close the door at least! God, your that desperate, aren’t you?”

All he could respond with is kissing your neck. After you close the door he throws you on the bed.

“Take off your shirt. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

He went to help you but you shoed him away.

“instead of worrying about me, how about I help with your cock?”

He didn’t even have to reply before you were on your knees infront of him, unbuckling his pants.

All he could do is let out a grunt of desire. It wasn’t long before you had his tip in your mouth. You took hold of his hips and pushed his cock to the back of your throat.

You tried not to gag. He’s not average, just 3 inches above and had a nice bit of thickness.

He took hold of your hair and face fucked you until he was close.

“Get up so i can fuck you much harder.”

You obeyed without a comment, sitting up on the bed, legs open wide for him.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the size of him. You thought he looked bigger when you sucking him off.

He lined himself to your entrance before looking at you for your approval.

You nodded anxiously, and as soon as you nodded he slowly stretched you out.

It hurt, but it hurt in a good way. A way you couldn’t describe.

You whimpered and squirmed around him causing him to take hold of your legs.

“Hold still baby. You only took the first couple inches and your a mess. What a shame.”

“Just hurry up please!”

“Calm down, Just a couple more inches.”

It felt like an eternity until you felt his hips sharply slam against yours, making you cry out of pleasure.

Soap started picking up pace quickly. You could barley catch your breath. The only thing coming from your throat were gasps and moans.

“Eyes on me baby, and keep them there.”

You couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, so he grabbed you by ur chin making you look at him.

You whined at the sudden contact. You didn’t know how long you could last if you had to look into his pretty blue eyes.

“S-Soap, Im gonna cum.. Please.”

“Just a bit longer, I promise.”

His thrusts got more sloppier, and more fast paced.

You cried out as you came. It was enough to make you pull a blank. The only thing coming out your mouth was Soap’s name.

Minutes later, Soap finally reached his high. Letting out curses and blurting out a ‘I love you so much’ which pulled you out your blank.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

You looked at him and laughed.

“Im serious! Did i say something?”

“I love you too, dickhead.”

He looked redder than he was before and hid in your shoulder.

“Aww, after that you get so flustered? Thats adorable.”

“Hmp.”

“Goodnight, Babe.”

“Goodnight.”

IDK IF THIS IS GOOD OR NOT BC IM NOT THAT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT SO PLS LEAVE UR RECOMMENDATIONS 😰😰

[fartquen12]

ONCELER X READER

So yall... went CRAY Z for my onceler head cannons which ik ik im literally so arthristis whatever- so today I have an actual fanfic. Which by the way I have already made another one before so.

PRANK WARS!!!

PAIRING YANDERE GREEDLER X Girlfriend!Y/N

(Trigger warnings..... I have no words)

It was 6:00 am and you were peacefully asleep..

You had a crazy night last night with all the partying since your crazy boyfriend got his first "thneed" factory. The thought of him being gone all day made you feel quite sad-

*bite*

"YA WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" you yell slamming your head up to see a SPIDER ON YOUR BED!

"HAAHHAH GUYS THAT WAS SUCH A FUNNY PRANK!!" The greedler yells.

"GAHDAMINIT!!!" you yell just before seeing your bedroom being invaded by the whole damn zoo (All the crazy ass bears)

Greedler switched off the camera just before starting to beat the everloving shit out of you.

This happened frequently... At first you liked it.. and now.... well... honestly you still kind of like it but whos gonna tell him that.

"YO GODDAMNT!!" You yell as his fist hits your (nutsack)

Greedler starts laughing at you before running his ass away and rubbing his palms together like a 2 year old.

You honestly have been thinking about breaking up with him for months but.. your just not sure how to go about telling him that.

"BABE!!!! GET YOUR ASS LOOKING DECENT FOR ONCE CUZ MY MOMMY IS COMING OVER!!" he yells from downstairs while running out the front door and getting into his car(which btw has pics of him all over it and a pic of you crying)

You sigh looking at his car leave.

Wait. *What if i just.. leave* you think beginning to giggle. Soon giggles turn into laughing your ass off which quickly wears off seeing the LITTLE LORAX standing in your doorframe...

"ya uh oh gay boy"you say

"YA YA GAY BOY!!! IM THE LORAX AND IM PLAYING MOBY DICK FOR REAL!" The little shit comes at you with a knife

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Time skip 3 days.

You were sitting at the table for dinner.

"H-hey so uhmmm." You maneged to stutter out

"YA WHATTA!!" greedler yells with his mouth shoved to the brim with food and hes editing another youtube prank. (the one were he recorded you on the toilet and broadcast it to the whole world.)

"I.. Goddamnit" You sigh

"WHATTTA!!!" he yells throwing the tablet at you

"OUCH BITCH!" You yell.

He gets up and whips off his belt faster than you can say shit.

He begins beating the shart out of you again

"YA YOU LIKE THAT??" He says

"NO WHAT THE- DUDE I WANNA BREAK UP!!!!"

Everything goes silent.

"What..." he says

"I wanna-"

"NAAAUURUURURUURUR WHAT ABOUT MY THNEED BUSINESS YOU ARE MY NUMBER 1 PROSITITUTE- I MEAN POSTER (NOT) CHILD FOR MY BUILD BOARDS!!!!!!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME... THATS ALL YOU CARE ABOUT!! YOU BITCH! I AM DONE BEING YOUR YOUTUBE PRANK STAR AND YOUR POSTER (not) CHILD!!!" You yell.

You stand up from the table knocking your glass of weird yellow juice you assumed to be another prank for his channel right off the table.

You ran outside after grabbing shoes, keys, and coat and got in his "Oncler-mobile" But as you were starting the engine...

A BRICK GOT THROWN AT THE WINDOW AND BREAK IT!!!

Greedler grabbed you out of the car and forced you into the trunk before locking it shut. nice and shut.

"POLICE HELPPPPP HELP ME!!!!" you yell

*the car begins to start*

"SOMEBODY HEL-"

"SHUTUP!!!" greedler yells from the front seat.

This is gonna be a while.

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after a while you decided to sleep. and when you woke up... well.

You were tied to the floor in a suspicous room...

"O-Oncie??" you managed out.

"Yes bbg.." he says

"what are you doing with that..." you say looking at the gun being pointed at your head.

"Im gonna..."

"what.."

He shoots the gun and a punch of thneed stuff comes out..

"HAH GET PRANKED!!" He yells in delight... rubbing his palms again.

"YO WHAT IS THE WHITE STUFF!!!!" You yell out pointed to the white "stuff" that also came out of the gun...

He started singing how bad can i be...

Which really makes you mad..

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Days went by... You never even asked why you were here or what he was gonna do. you didnt really care. It seemed like every day was the same. He would come it... whoop your ass. laugh a little film a little then leave.

Well one day he came in (or night cus whos counting)

*he began to untie you*

"W-What ar eyou doing!!" You yell

"well... guess what" he says kneeling down and grabbing your chin..

You leaned into his touch feeling warm.

"what..?" you smile.

He lets go.

"YOU JUST PASSED MY MR BEAST CAN YOU SURVIVE 100 DAYS IN MY BASEMENT CHALLENGE!!!!"

He yells as "mrbeast" Comes barging in throw the door. and money begins to rain from the ceiling and lights flash and the youtube fans are going at it.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!"

*Miss Y/N L/N Has sharted.. Miss Y/N L/N has sharted again*

THE END!!!

[moongoddessmox]

i regret every decision i have ever made....

2.1k finna be 210 after i complete this next request LMAO

@turbolisedcomet ily

[halloweenhoneylover]

vanity project

summary: steve keeps the reader company while she gets ready (steve harrington x fem!reader)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: nothing i think? but lmk if not

author’s note: idk if milf was slang in the 80s but im gonna hope it was

“Can I come over early?”

The handset is tucked between Steve’s ear and shoulder as he finishes categorizing the returned tapes. Despite a rocky start, he’s rather good at his job at Family Video, so his dexterous fingers sort through the tapes quickly and without much extraneous thought, allowing for most of his brain space to be occupied by you. 

Hunched over your kitchen counter, you hold the phone in one hand and snag a grape with the other. “I mean, yeah, you can, but I can’t promise I’ll be fun ‘cuz I have to get ready.”

“I think you’re fun all the time.”

“Suck-up,” you tease, munching on the grape with a grin that says that you don’t mind the praise at all. 

“I don’t care as long as you don’t.”

You pause a moment. Insecurity snags in your stomach. Yeah, he’s seen you with no makeup, and yeah, he’s seen you all done up, but he’s never seen the process before, and something about it makes your nerves tingle. Your thoughts are clouded for a half-second, but clarified with the realization that it’s Steve. He’s the nicest boy you’ve ever dated, so you set aside your worries, your desire to see him trumping. 

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay.” You can hear his grin through the phone. “See you at 5.”

—

Steve’s a punctual guy, so he’s knocking at your door at exactly 5 PM. Jogging down the stairs, you swing open the door, greeted by the sight of him with his hands tucked into the pockets of his windbreaker. He looks like something out of a romance movie with his hair and his chest and his long legs, and he smiles. “Hi baby.”

Leaning down, he pecks your cheek, and despite the fact that this greeting of his has become a habit, your cheeks glow with warmth, and you hope he doesn’t notice how deep you’re in it for him. 

Brandishing a small smile, you greet him, “Hi, Steve.”

“Steve!” Your mom’s voice echoes from the kitchen where warm yellow light pools on the hardwood. “Hello!”

Ever the gentleman, he walks to the kitchen’s entry and leans on the doorframe. “Hi, Mrs. [Y/L/N]. What are we making today?”

You press the front door shut and come up behind him, resting a cheek on his shoulder to watch the interaction. Shutting the oven door and smoothing her hands on her apron, your mom preens at his interest. “Some curry recipe I got from the lady a couple doors down. Smells pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Smells wonderful,” he lauds, and she throws a dismissive hand.

“You’re too sweet, but I won’t keep you. I know you two have to be ready to go to that party soon.”

You’re already dragging him away, but he leans against your tide to reply, “We won’t leave without trying some curry!”

Throwing him a playfully disdainful look down the stairs, you chide, “I feel like you’re starting to like her more than me.”

He shrugs, stepping onto the landing. “I’m just a big hit with moms.”

“Please don’t hit on my mom.”

“That’s not what I said.”

Turning to him in your doorway, you stop him in his tracks. “The only mom you should have eyes for is me in twenty years when I’m a hot and sexy milf.”

“We’re gonna be such a sexy old couple.”

Twin grins, you poke him in the stomach and kiss the corner of his mouth quickly before turning to sit at your vanity. You plop into the chair but notice him trotting along at your heels and witness a moment of aimlessness when he can no longer follow you. It makes something sweet and lovely scratch at your sternum, and you point at the bed. “D’you wanna sit there?”

Climbing onto the bed, he reclines at your headboard. “So far from you though.” 

You pay little mind to his lament as you busy yourself with the makeup in front of you. Absentmindedly, you respond, “Such a hard life you lead, Steve Harrington.”

Hearing a slight commotion behind you of squeaking bed springs and rumpled duvets, you look back, and he has situated himself on his stomach, head propped on his hands at the end of the bed. You lift an inquisitive brow.

“So I can watch you,” he answers.

“You’re insane,” you murmur, but you can’t deny how pleased you feel at his nearness and his insatiable desire to be close to you.

For a moment as you pump some moisturizer into your hand, you think this might happen in relative silence, only the soft sound of Simon and Garfunkel pouring from your cassette when he’s pointing at your hands. “What is that?”

Flashing a glance to him in the mirror, you recognize genuine interest in his eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. You start to rub it in while you speak. “It’s moisturizer. It’s what makes my skin soft.”

“Love that stuff.” He crosses his arms and rests his chin on his forearm. “‘Cuz you’re really soft all the time. One of my favorite things about you.” 

Gesturing with the bottle, you ask, “D’you want some?”

His eyes narrow more, and he juts his chin out. “What does it smell like?”

You bring the pump to your nose and sniff, cocking your head in contemplation. “I dunno, kinda nothing?” You hold it out for him, and he sniffs too. 

“Yeah, I’ll try some.” He hauls himself up into a sitting position, putting out a hand that you pump the white lotion onto. Quizzically, he inspects it before mimicking you, patting some onto each region of his face before hesitantly rubbing it in. “‘S kinda nice.”

You reveal your teeth with a Cheshire cat smile. “You’re gonna be glowing, Stevie baby.”

“Gonna be the belle of the ball at this fuckin’ party.”

That pulls peals of laughter from you, and he’s pleased with himself, having made you laugh.

He points at your assortment of makeup. “What do you do next?”

Picking up a tube that you start to unscrew, you chatter mindlessly. “Lotta people like to do foundation, but that’s too heavy for me, and it always ends up wiping away by the end of the party, so I just put some concealer on the bad parts of my face to cover all th—”

“There are no bad parts of your face,” he points out.

“Ha ha, Steve.” You stare in the mirror, carefully placing the doe-foot on any spots and ignoring the sweet boy behind you, but this doesn’t sit well with him.

“No, I’m serious.”

Something about his tone urges you to look at him, and when you do, you can see he’s telling the truth. The gravity in his gaze sits deep in your gut and shushes when you try to speak, so it only comes out a whisper. “Thank you, baby.”

He reaches out to tame a cowlick on the side of your head, so his eyes are focused on your hairline when he speaks. “Prettiest girl I know.”

You don’t really know how to move after that, and you’re looking at him with those big shiny eyes, so he tempers the heavy silence by licking his thumb and going for your hair again. “Got some stupid hair though. Never wants to listen to me.” You find yourself smiling again as you swat his hand away gently. 

You can’t stop grinning as you pat in the concealer with your ring finger. “Next, we’re gonna do our brows, okay?”

Instinctively, he raises a hand to his eyebrows which have resumed their furrowed state. “What is there to do?”

You’re pulling out another tube, unscrewing it to reveal a wand, and he scrunches his forehead further. You brush it through your brow hairs, pushing them up and smoothing out the tails, and he taps your jaw, wanting you to turn to him. You do, and he quizzically inspects your brows, squinting like that’ll somehow help. “I don’t see a difference.”

Tilting your head, you send him a lazy, knowing smile. “You might not, but I do, and that’s all that really matters.”

He nods his head with a relenting expression. “Yeah, alright.”

Picking up a compact, you pop it open and show him its contents. “‘Kay, so this is blush—”

“I know this one!” he announces triumphantly. “Makes your cheeks pink. I’ve seen my mom use this one.”

You’re beaming at him, his pride probably the cutest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. “Exactly.”

He points at the compact and with deeply serious eyes, he asks, “Can I try putting it on you?”

You’re trying to keep your smile from growing embarrassingly larger but failing miserably. “Course you can.” 

With eager fingers, he snags the compact and stands unnecessarily close to you (you don’t mind), urging you to look up with gentle fingers on your jaw. He’s tall, so your head is tilted all the way back, and it’s a good excuse to shamelessly stare. Popping the blush open, he inspects the rouge. “How do I do this?”

You have to clear your throat to get your voice working again, but you still gaze at his face because why not? “It’s a cream, so you can just put some on your fingers and tap it on my cheekbones.”

He hums in assent, looking very serious about his new duty when all of a sudden, he dives down to place a flurry of kisses over your face, holding your jaw with his empty hand and pulling surprised giggles from you. “Steve!”

Finally he relents, pulling up to his height with a breathless smile to inspect his work. Mirth gleams in your eyes as you stare up at him, and just as he suspected, the prettiest pink dusts your cheeks. “See? Why would you use makeup when I’m a pro at making you blush.”

Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you see that he’s right and shake your head in disbelief.

“You’re a menace, Steve Harrington.” But your smile betrays the harshness of your accusation. “Besides, this kind of blush fades.”

“I can keep kissing you, that’s not a problem.” He’s cocky in the best way now, and it’s insane how he reduces you to quickened heartbeats and butterflies with such ease. 

“PDA freak,” you murmur.

“Alright, alright,” he relents, bringing his attention back to the abandoned compact in his hand. “Since you wanna take the easy way out.”

With great care, he smears the flat part of his middle finger in the rosy cream, and once satisfied with the amount of it, he begins to gingerly pat his finger across the plush of your cheek, and he tries to ignore the way your eyes have grown immeasurably large and pinned him down with your gaze.

“Stop staring,” he mutters, still entirely concentrated on the blush. “Performance anxiety.”

“Sorry.”

You don’t stop looking though.

He gathers more rouge and switches to your other cheek, gentle as all hell, and you don’t think you’ve ever put this much intense care into makeup application. Lifting his finger to hover over your face, he squints down at you to inspect his work, and he takes his thumb back to the first cheek to blend some smudge you can’t see. “How’s it look?”

A light hand on your jaw encourages you to look at the mirror, and he leans down close to you to see the reflection of his work. “Pretty good if I do say so myself.”

And he’s not wrong. Maybe a little generous with the pink, it’s still blended nicely and makes you look freshly kissed which was his ultimate goal. 

“Still think we should’ve gone with my original method, but this looks pretty good too.”

Grabbing his face with both hands because you’ve gone so long looking without touching and you’re desperate, you bring his face to yours and plant a big kiss on his lips. “Thank you, baby.”

He keeps you close to kiss you more deeply. “‘Course, pretty girl.”

Unhappy to depart from this closeness, you turn to your vanity with a sigh, and he sounds shocked when he exclaims, “There’s more?”

“Yeah, there’s more, idiot,” you chastise lightly as you grab an eyeshadow palette.

He collapses onto the ground in a huff but tucks his feet under his knees to sit criss-cross, ready for the long haul. When he looks up at you, you’re bathed in the warm light of the mirror, and he thinks you can’t be of this earth, looking all angelic and golden above him. You’re smoothing something soft and shimmery on your eyelids, and he’d gladly prostrate himself at your feet in worship. 

You pull out another tube, this one is black, and when you unscrew the wand, he remembers watching Nancy reapply her mascara in his bathroom, and he finds himself fascinated by the rituals of beauty. You brush it through your lashes, and they were long before, but now they’re positively luxurious, and attraction stirs in his stomach.

“Just have the lips left,” you say as you run one last swipe of mascara through your lashes. “Are we thinking lipstick or lipgloss?”

“Lip gloss,” he says too quickly. “Always.”

Your narrowed eyes are turned towards him with a suspicious quirk in your brows. “You said that so fast. Should I be weirded out that you seem really into the idea of me wearing lipgloss?”

“Not weirded out,” he says sheepishly with a hand coming up to scrub the back of his neck. “Just appropriately appreciated.” He pauses before deciding to be plainly honest. “You look hot.”

You have to turn your head away, avert your gaze because suddenly your blush was back in full bloom, and you couldn’t keep looking at him because it would only get worse. “Lipgloss it is.”

Something burns in his chest, right behind his ribs, and he thinks it might be fiery happiness and gluttonous attraction and something that starts with an L that he can’t name. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he watches you hopelessly as you apply the sticky gloss, and he knows he’s down bad. Down terrible. Down atrocious. 

When the gloss is on, you rub your lips together to smooth it all out before putting the tube down and moving the chair you’re on so you can sit next to Steve on the floor. With two hands, you smooth the hair out of your face and turn your whole body to him directly. “Okay, what do you think?”

He doesn’t really know quite what to say. Your newly done face shines up at him, and he feels like he’s choking down an outpouring of words that are embarrassing, and he’s not quite ready to be so vulnerable in this moment. So instead of speaking, he scrutinizes every little part of your face: the glow of your skin, the warmth of your cheeks, the brows that he finally recognizes as tamer than usual, and most importantly, your sheeny eyes looking up at him from under long, soft lashes and shimmery shading that makes you look like a proper sin. You’ve already pushed your hair away, but he takes a steady hand to brush at your hairline anyway, anything to touch you. 

“Can’t believe I’ve got a real life angel sitting in front of me,” he whispers, and you duck your head.

“You’re too nice to me, Steve Harrington.”

“I’m not being nice, I’m telling the truth. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Palm on jaw, he runs a thumb gingerly beneath the swell of your shiny bottom lip, and you reach up and grab his wrist, not stopping him, just wanting to touch and be near. 

“You’re pretty handsome, too.”

He furrows his brow. “We should skip this party, right?”

You laugh, but he’s not entirely joking.

“Just want you all for myself, gonna wanna leave the second we get there and somebody else gets to look at you like this.” He takes your hand and presses chaste kisses to each knuckle. “I wanna be selfish.”

Your brows are upturned, and your eyes glassy. “Me too.”

Before he can rile you up, you grab both his hands and cradle them into your chest. “But we can’t abandon poor Robin.”

His head hangs in defeat. “She’ll be fine,” he mumbles.

You drop his hands and stand with great effort. “Yeah, she would be fine, but we’re not gonna do that because we’re friends, and we’re nice, and if we don’t go to this party, you won’t get to see the dress I bought for tonight.

That perks him up immensely, and his head pops up with newfound enthusiasm. “You bought a dress?”

Smiling, you know you have him exactly where you want him. “Yes,” you purr. “And it’s silky and soft and you won’t get to see it unless we go.”

He cocks his head with a dramatically pensive expression before nodding his head, and his lips stretch into a devilish grin.

“I guess we should probably go to this party then.”

[heartache-onthebigscreen]

how luke helps you

an: hiii , i havent posted in a hot minute so here’s something ive been working on! i have a whole lot of diff scenarios in mind, and feel free to drop some scenario ideas in the comments! also , this fic doesn’t have a pairing with a specific gender, but i do have one part about periods! that’s all! happy reading

summary: dating luke concept, specifically, how luke helps you in different scenarios

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption. vomiting. smoking (weed). panic/anxiety attack. cursing. mentions of blood. jealousy. period

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when you’ve drank too much

for starters, you definitely kept drinking even after luke told you to stop

in fact, you drank right out of his cup when you were holding it while he went to the bathroom.

this was almost immediately filled with regret, your head is spinning, heart is pounding, the nausea is unbearable

like, horribly unbearable.

seriously. like you are going to yack right now.

the room you’re standing in is nothing but a blur as you try to squint through the crowd to find your boyfriend.

you then feel a tap on your shoulder, making you jump and spin around to be face to face with luke.

his smile drops when he sees your face

“You alright? You’re pale, sweetheart.”

you’re too drunk to even form words. you shake your head no as you struggle to balance while you’re standing.

luke honestly cant even figure out what you’re doing. you think you’re shaking your head no

what you’re actually doing is stumbling back and forth looking like an idiot

luke grabs the cup from you, his brows furrowing as he clicks his tongue in disappointment

“seriously, YN? i told you not to drink anymore!“

he’s saying these words, but you cant even hear him. you’re squinting and trying to focus on his mouth to decipher what he’s telling you.

“luke!” you finally manage to slur out. “i don’t feel good.”

luke’s angered expression softens, “why? what’s wrong? gonna puke?“

then, you puke right there on the floor.

“fantastic.” is all luke says before he looks around for something, someone, anything to clean up this mess.

thankfully, ashton is right behind him, he decides to clean up your mess while luke gets you out of there.

you make it outside, the fresh air helping your sickness a bit. but you’re so dazed and disoriented that your anxiety is super high, you don’t know what exactly is going on.

“luke! luke, luke!” is all you can manage to say.

“m’right here baby. we’re gonna be home soon, we can shower and lay down. you’re alright.”

that’s right when your legs seem to give out and you start to drop to the ground, luke is quick to catch you though. he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder as he walks.

then you vomit, again.

“on my fuckin shirt,” luke grumbles.

you then just pass out as he’s carrying you and the rest of the night seems to be little snapshots.

you remember tiny, little random moments.

“YN, you need to take your clothes off before you get in the shower.”

“luke! i’m multitasking. see? im washing myself and the clothes at the same time!

luke had quite literally tucked you into bed.

“okay, baby, you need to take this advil.”

“i don’t want it!”

“babe, please-“

“i hate you!”

“okay, i understand, but you have to take this. this will make your hangover not too bad.”

you eventually did take the advil, after you had a drunk temper tantrum about it.

luke also left a trashcan beside your side of the bed, you had been yacking all night and he didnt know if you’d blow again.

he’d taken off your makeup for you, put your hair in braids after your shower. he even had your skin routine memorized, so he did that for you as well.

once he got into bed with you was when he realized how tired he was, but he stayed awake. all night. just to make sure you were okay.

when you’ve smoked too much

you thought you could deal with one more hit of the blunt being passed around between you, luke, and the rest of the band. you’d felt pretty buzzed and figured it wouldnt hurt.

oh, but it did.

though you guys were outside, the area became stuffy. your heart seemed to be beating out of your chest.

everytime you blinked, you swore it had been hours since your eyes were open.

your thoughts became borderline insane.

and your imagination

like was that tree a person at some point? what if you were a tree? what if your hair was leaves?

and you were so far gone, you didn’t even notice luke speaking to you for the last 5 minutes

“YN,” you finally tune into luke’s voice, you hadn’t even noticed him nudging you

to he honest, you fully forgot that he was even there

“you okay?”

you stare at luke, slowly comprehending what he was asking you

it’s been five minutes again.

“oh! yeah you seem okay,” you nod your head while trying to focus without panicking. you didn’t want him to know because you felt embarassed

you would be fine if your heart wasn’t racing. you could feel the blood pumping through nearly every single vein.

you’re worried your heart is beating too fast, are you gonna die? oh my god you might just die

“no, YN, i asked if you were okay?” luke furrows his brown

“yeah,” you tilt your head “you’re okay.“

“jesus, fuck no more for you.” luke chuckles.

damn straight no more for you.

you sit back in your chair outside. your mind wondering while you try to take deep breaths to calm down.

this isn’t working though.

you reach for your water and begin to sip on it, trying to push the nausea down and hoping the cold liquid will ground you.

again, this doesn’t work

nothing is working

help

“luke!” you finally let out a panicked yell as you blindly reach beside you for his shoulder.

“what? what baby?” luke is suddenly crouching jn front of you, his blue eyes seeming more vibrant than usual.

when did he get there?

“i don’t feel good. i can’t breathe. my lungs won’t work- oh fuck! how do you breathe! luke!”

“someone get her a snack and another water. now.” luke orders to the rest of the boys.

they all sit there in shock, high as the clouds themselves, not sure of what they should be doing.

“did you fucking hear me!? now!” luke snaps again and the boys all rush into the house to retrieve the food and water.

luke’s demeanor throws you off a bit, and honestly, at your state, scares the absolute shit out of you.

“don’t yell. please,” you hyperventilate.

“alright, alright m’sorry,” luke takes your hands, you swear you can feel every singular ridge of his thumb as he rubs your hands.

“smoke too much?” luke asks.

it takes you a moment, but you eventually slowly nod your head in response, “can’t breathe. the air is too like, thick? i feel like im breathing through a blanket i can’t- it’s too hot.”

you blink again and you’re inside, sitting in front of a fan while luke sits beside you, holding a spoon by your face

“c’mon, almost done. then it’s the next snack, you’ll feel better, i promise.”

how long has luke been spoon feeding you apple sauce?

regardless, you finish off the applesauce and luke disappears from your side for what feels like a lifetime. you patiently sip your water as you breathe in the cool air from the fan.

“god, i’m sorry lovey. i didn’t realize you’d had so much. i’m sorry.”

luke has been beating himself up this entire time, which is definitely uncalled for. this isn’t his fault at all.

“no, no,” you argue, “it was my fault, thought i could do one more. sorry for ruining your evening-“

“you didn’t ruin anything. just worried about you, you seem better? yeah? can breathe now?”

“yeah, heart still beating really, really fast though.”

getting high wasn’t terrible, but you hated when you could feel your heart beating so aggressively.

“okay, one more snack and we can lay down.”

you dont even remember finishing the food, the next place you seemed to teleport to was the couch, under a light blanket and cuddled into luke.

“you should take a nap, baby. sleep it off, i know you’re tired.”

that’s all you remember before taking the best nap of your motherfucking life.

when you start your period

you wake up with the familiar feeling of your period starting

and yes, it absolutely had to be in bed.

around 3 AM

with a very tired , stressed luke, sound asleep beside you.

you silently plead to yourself as you slowly slide out of bed , just to double check, hoping there isnt any blood on the sheets.

and to only your luck, there’s quite a bit of blood. everywhere.

comforter, sheets, hopefully not the mattress. because that’d be the last straw.

and it wasnt something you could just wait to do, you had to clean these sheets pronto. meaning, you had to wake up luke.

and you hated doing that.

you tiptoe around the bed and stand over luke. you poke his cheek, hoping you don’t need to do much to get him up.

but the man doesn’t budge.

“goddammit luke!” you grit out a curse and lean down so you’re face to face, your irritation getting the best of you.

“get up fucker!”

luke’s eyes fly open with his entire body jolting as he tries to comprehend what’s going on.

“fucking- what the hell YN?” luke’s voice was whiney and hoarse.

“get up, i have to change the sheets!”

luke mumbles something under his breath as he begins to get up

but then he turns the light on

exposing you and your messy state

a whole crime scene was on your shorts and legs

you hadn’t even noticed until now really, you were focused on the sheets

you really wish you cleaned up first now

“YN!” Luke’s eyes widen in alarm, “are you okay? are you dying? oh my god i need to call 911. what happened-“

“i started my period!” you interrupt luke’s stressed rant, his face just relaxes and he sends you a small smile

“oh…why didn’t you just say so,” luke stands up from the bed and kisses you on the forehead

“get cleaned up and in some comfy clothes. i’ll change the sheets for ya, do you need anything?”

you stand there, shocked, thinking he’d be grossed out by the indescribable amount of blood on you and the bed.

“oh…no- no. thanks…” you mutter before you go clean yourself up.

once you’re done, the bed is already made and luke is walking back into the room with a hot water bottle and your favorite snack and drink.

“know ya said that you didn’t need anything…but i brought things just incase. are you feeling okay? do you need any pain meds?”

again, pure shock.

you werent really used to talking to luke about your period. it’s something you never really brought up because you think he thinks it’s gross

but here he is, glowing right in front of you, looking at you with adoration, not disgust.

“thank you, luke.”

when you’re jealous

“i just dont get why she has to be there!” you reiterate for what seems like the billionth time tonight

you’re also aggressively shoving a pair of heels on , getting ready for an event

“YN! it’s a fucking red carpet for an awards show how the fuck am i supposed to control that!”

luke is, extremely irritated with you today. you’ve been nonstop ranting about one of his exes being at the event you and luke are going to tonight.

“i dont know just- do we have to go?”

“we’re already ready. we have to go.”

“i just-“

“you can stay then, YN!” luke snaps

you guys don’t necessarily argue a lot

but when you do

oh, when you do

brutal.

“well did you even fucking want me there in the first place!”

“why else would i have invited you!”

“you just want me gone so you can be with her tonight!” you spit out. you hadn’t really you know, said exactly why you hated the fact luke’s ex was gonna be at the event

luke’s face contorts.

in a confused way

he has the most “?!?!! what the fuck ?!?!” face you have ever seen

“you can just go fucking be with her!” you add in defeat.

“YN, what the flying fuck are you talking about? why would i- baby why would you think that?”

this leaves you speechless

why did you think that?

maybe it was because you thought she was so much prettier than you

more talent

probably better in bed

and you wonder if you even make luke happy

“i - i don’t know.”

“you know i love you, im the happiest ive ever been.”

“we are exes for a reason, YN.”

“i do not even fuckin’ care about her to be honest.”

“in fact, baby, for you i will fight her. on sight, right in front of everyone.”

this gets you to break, he always used humor in these situations to cool you down

“y’can’t hit a girl luke.”

“i’d hit one for you. c’mere”

you sit walk from your vanity over to luke, sitting on the bed. you sit in his lap and he holds you close.

“i love you so much. you don’t need to be jealous or insecure about anyone or anything. you are my one and only. my everything.”

and you never got jealous again

[baroquebucky]

touch

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

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part one

word count: 1.7k

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!

Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.

“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.

“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.

He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.

You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.

“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.

“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.

“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.

“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.

“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”

You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.

“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”

The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.

“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.

“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.

“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.

“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.

As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.

“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.

“evil?” Natasha offered.

“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.

“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”

Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”

Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.

“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.

Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.

Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.

Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.

“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.

Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.

“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.

You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.

You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.

The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.

You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.

“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.

“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.

Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.

“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.

“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.

As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.

Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.

“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.

“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.

“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.

“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.

You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.

You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.

Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.

Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.

He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.

“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.

“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.

“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.

The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.

“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.

“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.

You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.

Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.

He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.

Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.

He could hold onto you, his hope.

[mrs-gucci]

A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}

@spookyyslutt

Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween As my @ suggests 🗿 Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀

I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)

warnings. SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. *very* heavy pda, public smut.

word count: 1.4k

Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.

It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.

This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.

In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long. 

As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.

“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...” He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward. “You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”

You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”

His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.

“A-Adam, god, I--we--”

He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.

“Shit.”

“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”

You huff. “We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”

“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?” His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties. “You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”

Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.

“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”

He smirks, chuckling in your ear. “So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.” He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you. “Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”

You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.

“God, fffuck Adam...”

Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.

“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”

Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.

One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.

“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side. 

He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.

“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”

Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking. “Oh shiiiiit, baby.”

His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.

“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.” He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand. “Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”

You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”

He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“C’mon, pup, beg for it!” His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words. “Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”

You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below. “P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”

Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.

“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.

He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.

“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!” Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead. “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah d-do it!”

His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.

Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.

“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”

He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack. “Hell yeah we did, puppy.”

The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.

--- Later that night...

Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.

Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.

He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.

His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”

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