#Jack keep it in your pants christ

[loveshotzz]

My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight

steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader

Hell N Back

summary: A flash flood warning, a week of cancelled plans, and the night Steve Harrington shows up at your front door.

wc: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ mentions of weed smoking (r), thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem receiving) and you know I can’t get enough of making Steve cum in his pants.

A/N: thank you all for your patience with this one, and thank you for reading 🥹♥️

🎃<- chapter two | mini series masterlist

It felt like it had been raining for days, the downpour never ceasing until there were flash flood warnings lighting up the bottom of your TV screen by the end of the week. You hadn’t seen Steve since Tina’s party, every plan that your group had getting canceled by the clouds that never seemed to want to leave Hawkins. 

Heavy droplets hit your window in the living room in sporadic patterns, the wind outside making the howling noise you’ve only ever heard on your favorite horror movies. The flicker of your candles dance along your walls, mixing with the warm glow of your string lights just like that night, and for once you don’t try and stop the thoughts of him that threaten to consume the rest of your evening.

Laying bundled up on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized sweater, the black and white sci fi movie The Empire of The Ants plays on your TV while Elvira’s bubble gum sweet voice cracks lewd jokes over the B rated film. The Halloween Macabre special was your only saving grace this week, that and the thick fuzzy Jack O Lantern socks on your feet gifted from Robin.

You giggle to yourself at a joke about her boobs in particular, the half smoked joint on your coffee table makes it easy to wonder if Steve would have thought it was funny too.

Jesus Christ.

You huff a little, pulling the throw blanket closer to your chin, eyebrows furrowing in a pout. 

How did this happen? When did this happen? 

Before you have time to think too hard about it, lights flash behind your blinds dancing across the exposed glass in the opening from outside. You keep your eyes trained on it until they cut and the darkness from before takes over, shrugging it off to it being your neighbor coming home from work. Shuffling your feet under your blanket, you burrow yourself further into the cushions finally getting the level of comfort you’d been searching for since the movie started, but it only lasts a couple of minutes. Three melodic knocks rattle your front door, scaring you out of your fleece cocoon and onto your carpeted floor.

“God dammit!” You grunt, pushing yourself up and tossing the blanket on the couch, “Fucking Munson.”

It’s only when you get halfway to your door that you realize it’s definitely not Eddie or he would have let himself in with the spare. Your footsteps stop as you remember that this is actually how every single horror movie starts out. It’s almost as if whoever it is can read your mind, and a familiar voice calls out from the other side.

“It’s Steve!”

Relief floods your system, and your shoulders slump as your heart rate starts to calm, but then the realization that Steve Harrington was on the other side of your door unannounced just kicks it back up again. Especially when you look down at what you’re wearing.

“If this is weird or you have someone over, I can leave!“ He talks loud enough to be heard over the rain, but it still threatens to drown him out.

“No!” You don’t mean to yell when you answer, clearing your throat, you try to play it off when you continue, “I’m coming, sorry I’m coming!”

Taking a deep breath you pad the few extra steps to your door, straightening your shoulders before your fingers wrap around the handle. There’s a silent count to three before you actually open it. 

The sound of the rain you’d only heard muffled from behind your window grows tenfold, making you wince at the difference at just how hard it’s still coming down. A chilled mist hits your exposed skin from the wind, sending a shiver down your spine and you’re met face to face with a very wet version of the boy you were just thinking about.

“Jesus, Steve! Why didn’t you call?!” You scold, stepping aside to let him into the warmth of your apartment. Shutting the door quickly behind him, a flash of lighting illuminates half the night sky followed by a low roll of thunder.

“I know, I know.” He gives, running a hand through his soaked hair pushing it out of his face. His smile almost looks victorious when he shows you the whites of his teeth. “My power went out.”

His Hawkins Community College sweater clings to parts of his stomach and chest, the worn heather gray cotton turning dark. The water makes the blue denim on his legs even tighter than normal, sticking to him like a second skin and you have to actively stop your eyes from lingering as he drips a mess onto your floor. His white sneakers squish, completely drenched down to his socks and he still somehow looks handsome as ever.

“Robin lives like two blocks away from you.” You arch your brow, flipping your lock to stop anymore horror movie cliches from happening, only for the string lights in your living room to flicker as you do. The energy in the air is laughing at you. 

Steve’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of the rosy pink they were from the cold of the storm, and that’s when you notice the shopping bag.

“Did your power actually go out?” The corners of your mouth twitch, crossing your arms across your chest. The bottom hem of your sweater lifts higher up your thighs and Steve licks his lips, following it.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he huffs out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “What a weird lie, right?”

“Kinda,” you giggle, eyes catching the colorful packaging of the popcorn and Red Vines inside the plastic in his hand, the knot in your stomach tightens knowing that he’s been thinking about you too.

“I just felt like if I had called I wouldn’t-“ he coughs looking anywhere but you, “I heard from Eddie that Elvira’s Halloween special was on tonight and I just thought, you know we had kinda talked about it before-“

“Do you want to get out of those clothes?” You cut him off, making his eyes snap up wide. “I mean, wow, that came out a little forward.” 

It’s your turn to laugh awkwardly.

“Eddie just leaves stuff here all the time, I clean it obviously or it’d make my place reek.” You try to explain in an attempt to break the tension and it works when you get that lopsided grin that makes you go shy. “I’m sure I’ve got some sweats and a shirt that would fit, I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer if you want?”

Steve’s shoulders relax, nodding, pushing back that loose strand that drips falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

——

When Steve hands you his wet clothes through the crack of your bathroom door, it makes your brain stop working for a second. You catch a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror, littered with more moles and freckles that would make the sky hidden behind the clouds jealous. With thicker thighs than your best friend, it makes the cotton of the sweatpants that hang low on his hips stretch tight over his butt. The dark patch of chest hair that’s always just been teased comes into full view right in front of you and your throat goes dry. Why did it look so soft? 

Steve catches you staring, the tips of his ears dusting red before mumbling a mess of sorry’s shutting the door again. You shout an awkward apology of your own, soft thumps on your carpet as you hurry the wet clothes to your dryer. Silently scolding yourself to get it together, feeling the heat rise from your neck to your face, even warming your ears. God, he looked even better without a shirt on.

“You’re good, everything’s chill, you’re totally fine it’s just Steve.” You whisper under your breath, tossing the clothes into the machine with a wet plop. The last part has you rolling your own eyes at yourself, throwing in a couple of dryer sheets for good measure. 

Your nerves make you want to keep busy, so you start rummaging through the bag he brought in the kitchen. Butterflies taking flight in your rib cage when it’s everything the two of you had picked out that first night. You bite your lip to hide your smile, opening the popcorn to put in the microwave when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening. His feet sound heavier than yours on the carpet,and you make sure to have your back towards him when he finally enters the kitchen. Plugging in the minutes, the loud beeps of your microwave only add to the tension that hangs thick, almost suffocating you in the air.

“I mean, everything fits… I guess.” 

He breaks the silence right as the low hum kicks on and you watch the small bag start to spin on the glass plate. You collect yourself quietly before turning around, not expecting the sight you’re met with to send you into a fit of giggles. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop it, you take in the faded black Iron Maiden shirt you gave him. 

You realize now with him standing in front of you that it's a size too small for the King of Hawkins, probably one of Eddie’s old one’s from high school. The worn fabric fits tight over his chest, making ‘Eddie’s’ face stretch distorted over his pecs. The sleeves look ready to burst at the seams, and the bottom hem refuses to meet the top of his sweats. Revealing a little sliver of his tan skin and the beginnings of the thick happy trail you’ve shamelessly thought so much about. 

It’s the cutest you think he’s ever looked, besides that one summer he worked at Scoops Ahoy. 

“Hey! That doesn’t make me feel very good.” Steve chuckles, his cheeks becoming a permanent shade of red for the night.

“No, no, you look cute!” You try to get out, but the snort he gives you in response makes you giggle harder. “I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you!”

The way your lips twitch when you say it makes his eyes roll, but even with a shake of his head, the smile on his face gives him away. He can’t be mad, not when you just called him cute.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He runs a hand through his hair that’s already started to dry, curling in wisps behind his ears. The gold that kisses the tips shimmers in the low light of the kitchen. 

The unexpected first loud pops of the kernels stop any other words that sit on the tips of your tongues, making you both jump at the sudden outburst.

“Why don’t you go warm up on the couch, since you decided to come over for a date during the storm of the century and I’ll bring the snacks out.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible, refusing to meet his eyes after saying the ‘D’ word, busying yourself again with grabbing cups for some hot tea.

You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat from across the room in the moment of silence that follows. Not even realizing you're holding your breath until you feel the heat of his palm against the small of your back and it exhales through nervous lips. 

He smells like the rain that won’t stop pouring outside with notes of cedar from his cologne. There’s an undertone of the lilac from your dryer sheets. He’s spring in the middle of autumn, leaning in close to your ear.

“Only if I get to be the big spoon again.”

The way your cheeks push up, and your lashes flutter against the tops of them when he makes his intentions clear, he thinks he’d drive through a hurricane to get to you.

——-

When you get to the living room he’s lying where you were earlier, doing his best to get comfortable, but the size of the shirt has him pulling at the sleeves to get them to loosen up. Muttering under his breath, your giggle is what catches his attention. Big chestnut eyes look up at you, and all the annoyance on his face drains with a smile he can’t contain. 

“What? It’s literally cutting off my circulation.” He laughs sitting up, his hair now completely out of control. “You sure this is Munson’s?”

“Yes, but I’m starting to think from, like, junior year.” You try to hide your grin when his jaw drops in disbelief. 

“That explains a lot,” he scoffs 

You watch him lean forward to grab a handful of the popcorn, the fabric restricting him again, and both of you hear the faint sounds of a tear. His eyes lock with your in a dead stare making you throw your head back in a full bellied laugh. Rib cage tightening just like your chest with the realization of how much you actually like him. 

“I’m glad you’re having a good laugh, you’re lucky you’re so pretty, I’ll tell you that much.” He grumbles reaching forward for the popcorn again only this time is successful, probably due to the rip, and something shifts in the air when his words sink in. 

“Sometimes it gets me out of things.” You grin, a little shy just for him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest.” He licks the butter off of his fingers, pink lips wrapping around the tips as he leans back into the cushions. He watches how it makes your thighs press, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“Are you gonna keep hogging the couch or are you makin’ room for me?” You fake annoyance gesturing toward the way he's manspread on the cushions, doing your best to try and cover up how flustered you feel, but the way his eyes seem to light up tells you it isn’t working. 

Shifting himself back to lay on his side, he lifts the covers with raised eyebrows and the kind of shit eating grin you want to kiss off of him.

“I was just waiting to see if you were gonna stand the whole movie or not.” 

You make him snort when you roll your eyes, and he tries to play it cool when the smell of your apple blossom body wash fills his senses as you take the small space he’s made for you next to him. Swallowing hard, you leave a little bit of room between you, the nerves in your stomach starting to feel like an Olympic gymnast is competing for the gold. The heat of his breath fans against the back of your neck, his own insecurity making it come out a little shaky having you this close again. The tension breaks when he goes to wrap his arm around you and another sound of a rip hits both your ears.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles over your fit of giggles, his face turning a deeper shade of red that you can’t see. “I swear I’m not trying to take my clothes off but this is not working honey.”

His laugh puffs across your skin, making goosebumps rise when he shifts to sit up a little bit. Turning your head, you meet his anxious eyes over your shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you shirtless Harrington,” you tease, your own face heating up in memory of the view you got minutes ago in your bathroom.

“It’s not, like, going to make you uncomfortable or anything right? I swear this isn’t like a move - not that I don’t want to make a move -“ The boy looks panicked, his signature tell of running his hand through his hair coming into play.

“Steve, it’s fine, take it off” you giggle, “It’s clearly a size too small.”

He huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, rosy cheeks deflating before a toothy grin spreads across his face.

“Okay, yeah, al-alright.”

You turn your attention back to the TV to give him some ‘privacy’, your heart going into overdrive when you see the fabric drop to the floor in front of you. The couch shifts under his weight as he lays back down, and for a second you think you can hear his heart over your own. Tentative hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into your softness when he pulls you in, the warmth of his bare chest seeps through the thick fabric of your sweater and your body melts against it. You feel the way it makes him relax behind you, a stubble covered chin hooking over your shoulder while your feet tangle with his. A content hum, leaves from between his lips next to your ear, the tip of his nose nudging behind it as he snuggles closer and it feels like he’s breathing you in.

“Mmm, so what’d I miss?” His voice comes out a little sleepy, and you hate the way it makes your thighs press. You wonder if he could feel it.

“So basically this woman cons people to buy houses on this island,” you start, stuttering when you feel the tips of his fingers under your sweater that sits rucked up to your waist, “And when they get there someone had dumped human waste creating these giant ants that hate humans.”

“Oh that’s…interesting,” he tries, making you laugh and it has him smiling into the crook of your neck.

“It’s ridiculous, it’s okay, that’s why she’s making fun of it.” You grin, running your fingers down his forearm, finding his hand that's made a home on the curve of your tummy to give it a reassuring squeeze.

He takes the opportunity to keep you there, intertwining your fingers and pulling you even closer. The sound of the rain against your window gets heavier, and the roll of thunder gets louder. The flicker of your candles makes the storm raging outside seem relaxing from the inside, and you can’t believe he drove all the way over here in this, just to cuddle with you on the couch. Somehow trying to burrow yourself into him even deeper, the wiggle of your hips when you readjust makes the air shift. 

Your sleep shorts and the cotton of his sweatpants don’t hide what his jeans did. His grip on your hand tightens, and he bites his tongue to stop the moan that's begging to slip out when you do it again. His nose nudges harder behind your ear, exhaling a huff through it that makes you shiver. 

“Honey,” it comes out as more of a plea than a warning, his lips that you’ve yet to feel against your own ghosting against the sensitive spot on your neck.

The feeling of how much he wants you pressing into the small of your back is what gives you the courage to turn around in his arms, ready to finally do what you’ve wanted since the last time you found yourself here. He lets your fingers slip through his, always keeping his palm against your skin until it sits on the small of your back. Both of yours land on the dark patch of hair on his chest that's even softer than it looks, slowly sliding them up till the pads of your thumbs trace his collar bone. With your head resting on one of his arms, his other pulls your bodies flush together before his thigh finds space between your own sliding you close enough for your noses to brush.

His half lidded eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat when you see how they darken. He takes his time, letting his hand roam on its way from your back, fingers tracing up your ribs before the warmth of his big palm envelopes the already heated skin on your cheek. His gaze flicks down to your parted lips, licking his own while his thumb traces the pout begging him for a kiss.

“Please,” he whispers ,not knowing he beat you to it.

The connection is soft at first, just your top lip brushing against his bottom but it’s enough to make every inch of your skin come alive. A low groan rumbling deep from his chest, vibrating against your hands. He meets your eyes one more time down the slope of his nose before he closes the distance with nothing held back anymore, kissing you in a way that makes you feel like you’ve never been kissed the right way before. It’s like he knows just how to make your toes curl when they slot together, the tip of his tongue wasting no time when you sigh giving him the opening he needs. The blunt ends of your nails dig into the warmth of his skin, leaving half crescent moons over his pecs that’ll be hidden by the thick chestnut hair that covers them.

Your tongue meets his eagerly, cedar and rain making you dizzy when the top of his thigh adds pressure to the heat between your legs. Your noses bump, teeth scraping together while his hand leaves your cheek to squeeze at your hips encouraging the small roll they start to do on their own. The mess in your underwear only gets worse letting you move against the hard muscle with ease, your fingers weaving in the soft hair at the nape of his neck when he flexes it for you. He growls low when you give the roots a gentle pull at the same time your teeth tug at his bottom lip, his self control to try and be a gentleman slipping away.

“Jesus Christ baby,” Steve gasps, the new nickname making you smile when you give him a softer kiss loving the way it makes his skin flush.

“You started it,” you whisper, watching the way his cheeks push up before he chases you for another one, which you gladly give, letting your lips linger when he hooks your leg over his hip. 

Close as close can get.

“Me?” He tuts, letting his hand slide up your thigh before squeezing at the curve of your ass, glancing down to see how you still roll against him “I don’t think so, you’ve been trying to take my clothes off since I walked through the door.”

He throws his head back with a laugh when you scoff, and you pretend to push him away only for his hold on you to tighten. His lips connect anywhere but yours as you play hard to get, trailing a wet path to your neck, teeth nipping at the spot that gets a sound from you that has him kicking up in his sweats. So he does it again, and this time he can’t stop the grind of his hips that meet yours when he gets you saying his name the same way. 

“And what do you think you’re doing now?” You try to tease but it comes out too breathy to be taken seriously, especially when he starts to suck where his teeth just grazed. 

He grins against your skin, nosing his way up your jaw before meeting your eyes again, something softening in the gold inside them that shines through the abyss. 

“You want the truth?” He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face, the pad of his thumb tracing the small bags under your eyes with a gentle touch and all you can do is nod.

“I just want to make you feel good, god - it’s all I’ve thought about for so long. Just wanna treat you right, take things slow,” his thumb drags across your bottom lip watching the way your eyes glaze over at his words. “Take you out to nice dinners, watch all your favorite movies, hear about your day, but really what I want to do right now is make you cum on my tongue.”

“Steve,” his name comes out broken, the roll of your hips becoming more pointed, and the swelling in your chest makes you feel like you’re ready to explode.

“You want that pretty girl?” He whispers, leaning close so his lips brush against yours, his eyebrows furrowing when you grind a certain way, your clit catching his tip.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, eyes big and pleading, turning into putty from his sweet words.

He gives you a kiss that’s more gentle than the rest, before sitting up on his haunches letting you fall into the empty space on your back. A big hand wrapping around your ankle, moving your leg out of his way so you’re spread with him in the middle. Leaning forward, his fingers curl around the elastic band of your sleep shorts, giving you one last look from under his lashes before tugging them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor with his shirt.

“Shit - baby.” He groans, running a hand through his hair when he sees the effect he really has on you. “Better than my dreams.”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks from his affection, as gentle hands run up your calves when he starts to lean forward, fingers curling under your knees to lift them over his freckled shoulders. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you start to feel shy exposed to him like this for the first time. A kaleidoscope of new feelings settles deep in your gut when his hot breath hits your core, thighs tensing that the pads of his thumbs try to soothe. 

He looks up at you, from between your legs pressing a soft kiss to the place where your hip meets your thigh, making your back arch.

“You okay?” He whispers after another kiss, only this one on the inside of your thigh.

“Yeah, just nervous,” you giggle, feeling the warmth on your cheeks with your hand. If anyone would have told you that you’d have Steve Harrington between your legs begging to taste you a year ago, you’d have laughed in their face.

“Want me to stop?” He rests his cheek right where he kissed, looking content just to be doing this.

“No.” You smirk, reaching down to run a hand through his hair that was just begging for it, pushing back the stray that falls over his forehead.

He smiles, closing his eyes leaning into your touch for a minute before he turns his head, lips meeting your soft skin where he starts a path to where you want him most. You feel his breath and it sends a shiver down your spine, the tip of his nose spreading you apart first. He applies the kind of pressure against your bundle of nerves that makes you gasp, letting his tongue follow, collecting what you’ve already given him. 

“Oh my god, Steve,” you whine, when he flattens the pink muscle doing it again, groaning loudly at the taste of you. 

“So fuckin’ sweet, god, honey,” he mumbles against your cunt, replacing his nose with his lips, sucking your clit in a greedy way that makes your eyes hit the back of your head. 

His fingers dig hard enough into the meat of your thighs, that you’re sure they’ll be bruises in the morning. The tip of his tongue tracing your entrance that flutters around him, threatening to suck him in and he can’t help himself, giving your body what it wants. Both your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his honey colored locks searching for purchase when he starts to taste your walls, creating a steady rhythm that has you rocking against his face for more.

“Yeah, you like that?” He grunts, extending his tongue as far as it can go, drool and slick starting to drip down your thighs as he starts to lose himself in you.

“Uh-huh,” is all you manage to get out, jaw going slack at the way he feels like he’s eating you from the inside out, like he’s thought about this longer than a few weeks.

One of his hands lets go of your thigh while he starts to focus his attention back on your clit making you gasp when you feel the thickness of his finger press itself against where his tongue just was. The stretch makes you keen when he pushes one knuckle deep with ease, distracting you when he pushes the second one in as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves.

“God - baby,” he gasps, when your walls take the third knuckle in by themselves, and it’s only then you notice the way he’s rutting against the couch in search of his own friction. 

Your head pushes back into the cushions when he curves it, hitting the spot that only you’ve ever found on your own, and it has you babbling, your hips rolling up greedily for more which he gives you when he adds a second finger.  He sets a pace that has your lashes fluttering against your cheeks after he lets you adjust to feeling so full.  

“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close huh?” He asks against your clit, making you shudder, nodding your head when he starts flicking it with a wild tongue.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you whine, eyes closing tight, the band inside of you going taut, your hips grinding against his face without abandon as you try to take his fingers even deeper.

The sound of his name leaving your kiss bitten lips like a prayer makes a moan rumble deep from his chest, and it vibrates against your cunt, giving you just enough extra stimulation to make it snap. Vision going white behind your eyes, your body tenses while your mouth opens in a scream that falls on deaf ears when nothing actually comes out.

“Honey, honey, honey,” he babbles, his hips stuttering while his tongue refuses to stop despite the way your body shakes. 

You murmur his name in a daze, trying to push his head away as you reach the verge of overstimulation and it takes him the third shove for him to finally listen, addicted to the way you taste. Feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out, your body betrays you trying to get them to stay.  He kisses the inside of both of your thighs, smirking against your skin when your legs twitch because of it, slowly sliding his body up the length of yours. Skin flushed, and lips shining, you’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he just won the lottery.

His nose nudges yours before his lips steal a kiss that you eagerly give despite feeling so spent. Your fingers finding their way back into the hair at the nape of his neck, a smile tugging up the corners of your mouth when you feel the warmth of his own release in the cotton of the sweats.

“I hope you have another pair of pants for me.” He laughs, embarrassment making the tips of his ears turn red, the warm color only deepening when you grin and you realize you have more than just a crush on Steve Harrington.

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[tojigasm]

Your writing is so fantastic and visceral sweetie <3

How about DILF Jake teasing/threatening tsaheylu while he's dicking you down? Your Jake could definitely turn a weird non-genital body part into something so lewd. "Show daddy those pretty pink tendrils."

AHH Ty Ty anon!! 🫶 and He'd have the time of his life with thissss, especially if it's your first time making the bond and not his 👩‍💻

He's got your face pressed into the mat beneath you, a hand heavy against your cheek, "keep it up and you're not getting anything." The length of his cock drags against your gummy walls, spilling cum past your wet folds to trickle down the insides of your thigh.

You've been under him for what seems like hours. Knees shaking and threatening to collapse under each deep thrust he gives you.

Jake's got a hand on the soft of your hip, thrusting in and out of you with a groan, "can feel you gettin' close, kid." His voice is gravely, hissing when you squeeze around him, "Shit-"

He slides his hand from your cheek to grab at the thick of your braid, running his hand along the length of it as he pulls upward, slowing his thrusts to grab his own around.

Panting below him you're watching with heavy eyes, his touch on your braid sending chills down your arms and legs. "Please," you whisper, shifting your hips from side to side at the weight of his cock inside you.

Holding the tips of your braids to one another, your tendrils reach for his own, "there we go," Jake drops the hand on your braid to massage the plush of your ass, gasping when you're both connected.

Immediately, heat shoots to your core and you sob, hot tears spill over your cheeks and your cunt squeezes around the girth of Jake's cock so deliciously you nearly cum.

Jake curls over you with a hissed, "oh," swivling his hips into the soft of your own, eyes close as he sinks into you much slower, groaning at the waves of your own pleasure passing through him.

He links a hand with your own, nuzzling into your neck when he picks up speed again. The sound of his balls slapping against your heat makes your eyes roll and your ears fall back.

"Doin' so good fr'daddy, pretty." He bites at your ear and you squeal when he rests his chest on your back, sinking to the hilt with a deep groan. "Fuck, m'gonna cum."

You reach back between your legs to lightly graze your fingertips over his balls and immediately he's spilling into you with a strangled groan.

The height of his pleasure runs itself through your body and you cum with a sob, digging your nails into the soft blue of his hand as your cunt tightens around his swollen length.

Riding out the pleasure in waves, Jake gives a few more thrusts before pulling out, guiding you to lie on your side. He lies behind you, sat up on his elbow as he keeps a hand to your head, stroking the base of your neck and ears.

"Christ, sweetheart," he's panting, tail coming up to rest over your trembling thighs. You turn over, snuggling yourself into his chest, picking up the linked ends of your braids.

"Like havin' daddy feel you?" His hand cups your chin.

You nod in his hold, slipping your legs together, "could feel everything," you shiver softly at the thought and Jake chuckles, bringing a hand up to play with your ear.

"I could tell, baby," he pulls you into a kiss, bumping your noses, "if you're good, maybe daddy'll let you do that again, hmm?" He teases, holding your chin with his index and thumb, "would you like that, pretty girl?"

The heat of his smile has you pushing yourself to hide in the soft of his chest, nodding into his striped skin. Jake brings a hand down to stroke the length of your tail, softly rubbing his other into the dip of your back.

"Gonna let you feel daddy jack off if he thinks you really deserve it." He whispers into the thick of your hair.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #dilf jake sully #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar smut

[wannab-urs]

Congrats on 1.5k! So deserved!! 🖤

To celebrate, I'd love a drabble. Any Pedro boy will do!

Keep rocking & being awesome, gorgeous! 🖤😘

Thank you so so so much <3 I hope you like this ahhhh

Save a Horse... Or Whatever

Pairing: Jack "Agent Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Summary: Whiskey got hurt on a mission and he comes into your lab to get patched up.

Warnings: Jack Daniels being allowed to speak, medical shit that is completely bullshitted, one mention of blood, some talk of like digging around in a wound, etc, Whiskey calls you Soda pop and Sugar. Technically you're Agent Soda. Brief descriptions of oral m!receiving. No use of y/n, reader isn't gendered (I don't think?) WC: 900

A/N: I kind of think I'll turn this into a full one shot at some point? This is unbeta'd sorry!

Jack Daniels Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You really did not expect to end up with Agent Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today. Maybe you’d thought about it before, maybe hoped the opportunity would present itself at some point, but certainly not today. 

–-

He left your field office this morning for what was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, shoot the fuckers, take the briefcase, call in the clean up crew. Simple, easy, something he’d done a hundred times. But somehow it got fucked up six ways from Sunday and he ended up limping his sorry ass into your lab, carrying the brief case but also dragging his left leg. 

“Howdy, Soda Pop. Reckon you could fix up my leg?” He flashes you his trademark sideways smile and a wink, before his face crumples and his legs nearly give out from under him. 

“Fuck, Whiskey! What in the hell happened to you?” You run over to help him, grabbing his thick arm and heaving him onto your examination table. 

“Let’s just say I did not receive a Kentucky welcome.” 

“Clearly. Can you take your jeans off, or am I gonna have to cut you out?” Whiskey smirks at you again and you brace yourself for whatever is about to come out of his mouth. 

“Well now, Soda Pop, thought you’d at least take me out to dinner before you tried to get in my pants. Think I can manage to get naked for ya though, sugar.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Whiskey you’re literally bleeding out,” you chastise him as he pulls off his belt. He winces as he shucks his blood stained jeans down his thighs, panting a little with the effort.

You try desperately not to show how much it turns you on. The guy you’ve harbored a bit of a crush on for years stripping down right in front of you… Who could blame you, honestly?

“Fuck! Soda, I’m too weak to whip a gnat. You’re gonna have to pull ‘em the rest of the way.” He collapses back on the table, jeans sitting not even half way down his thighs. 

You huff an annoyed breath and roll your eyes. “Shoulda just let me cut them off, idiot.” You pull off his ridiculous designer cowboy boots and yank his jeans the rest of the way down. You head over to your storage cabinet and grab some alcohol wipes, a pair of forceps, and a Beta Gel shot. 

Stepping between his parted legs, you clean his wound with the wipes as carefully as you can. His breath hitches in what you assume is pain and he digs his nails into his palms. “Alright, Whiskey, I gotta dig the bullet fragments out now. I can give you a pain shot, but your leg will be numb for the rest of the day. Up to you.” 

He props himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Don’t need a shot, sugar. I can handle it.” 

You raise a very skeptical eyebrow, but grab the forceps anyway. As you start the process of removing metal fragments from his leg, Whiskey sucks in a breath and his head falls back between his shoulder blades. You initially think it’s from pain. “Sure you can handle it, cowboy?” 

“Oh yeah, baby doll. I can handle it.” You eye him suspiciously, before trailing your eyes back down to where you’re working on his leg. Something catches your attention though. 

“Jack Daniels,” you say sternly. “Are you fucking getting off on this?” His cock is half hard in his boxer briefs. 

“And what if I was? Pretty girl, fixin’ me up, touchin’ me all over…” He trails off. 

“That why you became an Agent, Whiskey? You got a pain kink?” You resume pulling the pieces of the bullet out of his leg, nearly done now anyway. 

“Just ignore it, sugar. It’ll go away,” his voice is raspy, rough as if he’d been yelling and so low you feel it in your gut. You pull the last bit of the bullet out, grab the beta gel shot, and stab it into his thigh. 

His cock jumps in his underwear and he falls flat back on the table, letting out a slight whimper. 

“And what if I don’t want it to go away, Whiskey?” You don’t move from between his thighs. In fact, you step in closer, trail your hands up the outsides of his thighs and press your thumbs in. 

His head perks up at that and he meets your eyes, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Well then, Soda pop… How’d you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” 

“That’s a terrible line, Whiskey. I really hope you don’t use that often.” 

“Only once or twice, sugar.” You roll your eyes, but hook your fingers into the waistband of his briefs anyway. You pull them down and his cock springs out, hitting his belly with a thwack. “Jesus, Jack, how do you walk around with that thing?” 

“Bowlegged,” he deadpans. You snort a laugh and take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his obscene girth. You dip your head and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sliding down as far as you can in one smooth motion. 

–-

And that is how you ended up with Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today.  Next time you’re aiming to end up in his bed. 

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[tatooinequeeen]

Greedy

Simon “Ghost” Riley & König x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify

Triggers: full p in v baby! Some rough handling, overstimulation

Chapter Three: Honey (Are You Coming?)

König’s words echoed around your brain in the most delicious way. You had barely heard him speak in the two years you had known him and to find out he talked like this in the bedroom? You could combust from that alone. Your body shook with aftershocks of your earth shattering orgasm and your thighs were clamped around König’s head in a vice grip. How he could breathe you had no idea but still, he kept licking you. Gentler now, sending your body winding into another spiral of pleasure but before you could completely unravel he pressed a soft kiss to your clit and slid his hands up the outside of your thighs to release his head.

“Ready for more, Mein Schätzelein?” He let the German phrase slip, his accent sharper and oh so sexy. You ran a hand through his hair, memorizing the texture and length. “What’s that mean?” Your voice was hoarse from shouting. He nuzzled into your palm when it met his temple.

“My little treasure.” You couldn’t stop smiling at his casual use of the possessive. You breathed in deeply, “I am absolutely ready for more.” König huffed out a laugh on your skin above your hip before gripping you and sending you flying onto your stomach. You let out a shriek of surprise, anticipation curling low in your belly already. He propped you up on your knees, running his palms across each ass cheek to trail up the middle of your back to your shoulders. You were so focused on the feeling of him touching you everywhere, it was a complete shock when he ripped your shirt off your face. You let out a light gasp, “Oh!” He returned his hands to your hips where he began rocking his denim clad cock against you in a tantalizing motion.

“I’ll let you see me without the mask soon, just not right now. Right now, the mask stays on.” Truthfully you didn’t care, you had grown so used to Ghost’s mask that it didn’t phase you and truth be told it excited you to be fucked by a man who’s face couldn’t be seen. Only his eyes. All the intensity poured from them and it was impossible to feel anything but desired. You reached back to brush your hand against his, “Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not in a rush.” His grip tightened, pinching the skin at your waist and the nip sent your teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip. “You have no clue what you do to me.” His voice had gotten deeper, more animalistic. You ground back into his erection, still frustratingly hidden behind his jeans. “I think I have some idea.” Your voice held a teasing quality but you were about done being teased. You wanted him inside you. Now.

You felt him retreat, leaving you bereft but heard the buckle of his belt snap open and when he slid the zipper down you swore the sound was so loud it could be heard outside. Your heart was jack hammering in your chest, breaths panting out of you uncontrollably. This was it, you were about to feel him.

König returned but instead of rough denim against your swollen pussy it was the velvet hardness of the head of his cock. You sank back against him, shameless, desperate to have him slip inside you. He hummed, “Not just yet.” You felt like growling, going out of your mind for this man.

“Do you want me to beg König? Because I will.” Your voice had gotten reedy with sexual frustration. He didn’t give you an answer, just ran the tip through your dripping folds and when he circled your clit, you felt the barbell. “Oh my God. You’re pierced?” He laughed then, putting more pressure against your sensitive flesh. It felt divine, it felt forbidden. “If you keep doing that,” you panted, “I’m going to come again.”

He let out a soft laugh ending on a growl.

“Oh no liebling, you’re going to shatter around my cock so I can put you back together in a way that you only fit me.”

Jesus Christ. Had you ever heard something so sinful in your entire life?

It was after that declaration that he positioned himself perfectly and rocked into your pussy, the head teasing your entrance. As he pressed forward the stretch was unbelievable. Your eyes slammed shut as you did your best to relax into taking him. You had obviously never seen him naked before so this introduction was proving to be mind blowing. He stroked a hand up your spine. “Relax Mein Engel, you can take me.” Another inch and your back was arching, one more and the burn was a sharp edged pleasure. How could you possibly take all of him when it felt like he was physically splitting you open?

After an eternity he hilted himself inside you, the barbell through the head of his cock kissing your cervix in an explosion of ecstasy. “Ah, König. Please.” Your words ended in a moan. “Mmm, so you begged for me afterall.” He chuckled darkly before pulling back slightly, teasing you. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation, he was too big, this was too much, but you couldn’t stop, you needed him as badly as your next breath. He pushed back into you, pulling your hips toward him in a rough slap of flesh. Moans began dripping from your lips, nonsense spilling as he picked up his pace, lighting your insides on fire. You were incredibly wet but still his cock tugged at your walls, sending sparks of lightning through your body. You were made for him.

Your orgasm began coiling low at the base of your spine, tingles shooting down your limbs as König slammed into you, growling when he bottomed out. “You’re heaven, I’ll never be able to give you up now.” His words sent you into overdrive. You wanted this for the rest of your life, you already knew how good you had it with Ghost but this was truly the other half of you. König and Ghost would complete you in a way you had never thought possible and only dared to dream.

“Never give me up, baby.” You could barely utter the words through broken breaths and moans but he heard you anyway. He began thrusting into you so hard you thought you might fall face first into the bed. No sooner had the thought crossed your mind than you felt a hand snake into your hair at the nape of your neck and shove you into the mattress, tilting your jaw so you could breathe.

The angle, my God.

König reached the other hand around to circle your clit with his thumb, still punishing you with his cock. His grunts and curses in German were winding you up just as much as every other sensation and your orgasm threatened to break on a particularly brutal thrust.

“I’m so close.” The words sighed out of you, your body completely surrendering to König’s passion. He applied a bite of pressure at your clit and the feel of him so hard inside you, the barbell hitting you in just the perfect way shattered you. You screamed out his name, gripping the bedding around you so hard your knuckles turned white. He kept rocking into you, never slowing - knowing already that overstimulation was something you craved. His cock swelled inside you, your pussy gripping him impossibly tight, before he splashed your inner walls with his come, your name a chant on his sinful lips.

He finally slowed his pace, wringing the pleasure from both of you, drawing out this moment for an eternity of bliss.

You must have blacked out from sensory overload because the tender stroke of his hands down your back finally coaxed your eyes open. You blinked in the light of your bedroom, your face still pressed into the mattress. Flexing the stiffness out of your fingers you let the lightning strikes of orgasm aftershock take you. His hands reached your hips once more, his favorite spot, and in a move of delicious agony he pulled out. You felt his come start to drip down your thigh but he was quick to swipe it up with his finger and press it back inside you. You gasped at the intrusion, the debauchery.

König hummed, another finger slipping inside you.

“You look so pretty covered in my come, liebling.”

Note from Tatooinequeen: Saturday post for you sweet babies because I have an especially debauched chapter for Halloween 😈 xoxox

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[roosterbruiser]

*cough* pegging mafia bobby though, that's gonna be interesting

"yeah, just like that," Bob grunts through grit teeth, fingers sunk into the plush mattress below him. he bites his lips hard, eyes screwed shut as you can't your hips forward at a bruising pace. "fuck, doll, givin' it to me so fuckin' good. oh, baby."

"still tryin' to boss me around?" you pant, a tired but exhilarated smile tugging on your painted lips. "what makes you think you can make me do jack-shit right now? huh, baby?"

he groans at your words--Christ, you know just what to say to him. his neglected cock is dripping pearlescent drops of pre-cum onto the expensive sheets, the tip red and swollen.

his knees are aching from being in this position for the last half hour--not that he's complaining at all. sure, his knees are aching, but everything else feels fucking perfect. your delicate hands gripping the bend of his hips, fresh manicure puncturing the skin there. the strap on, a smaller and sleek thing that's only been used a handful of times, is hitting a spot inside of him that's making his thighs quiver. the rapture he's in right now is totally overwhelming all of his sense--so much so that he can hardly do anything at all except sit there and take it.

"fuck," Bob groans, shaking his head. you're still thrusting into him at that dizzying pace, the one that legitimately has stars dotting his vision. "fuck, doll."

he knows he's in no position to spout off anymore--you're already pissed at him for missing dinner, for leaving you hanging. in fact, you're still in your heels right now--unwilling to take them off. that dress he wanted to tear off of you is now on the floor, but it wasn't ripped off by him. no, no--you made him sit on the end of the bed on his hands as you slowly undid every single button, keeping your pouty eyes on his, before you told him that you were going to be fucking him nice and good tonight.

this is the first time that Bob has really given you total and complete control. sure, here and there you've gently grazed the sensitive area when blowing him or teased it with a playful tongue--but this, you fucking him, it's new.

and you fucking love it. the strap is delivering fantastic friction to your sopping cunt--not nearly enough for any real gratification, but enough that it knocks the breath out of your lungs a little bit each time.

"fuck, I--I, oh God, please, I just--I fuckin'..." Bob can't even form coherent sentences anymore. but he knows what he needs: release. and you haven't given it to him--in fact, you've withheld it from him. bringing him to the edge and then pulling him back over and over again. "doll, I--!"

"tell me what you need," you tell Bob, digging your thumbs into the tan flesh of his hips. god, he feels good beneath your hands. a shivering, sorry thing that pushes back against you to meet your every thrust. "g'on, baby. say it."

Bob immediately breaks.

"need you to touch my cock," Bob cries, head falling onto the sheets in exhaustion. "please, doll, I need it in a bad, bad way."

"yeah?" you mutter, hand drifting from his hip to the soft skin near his cock--dotted with groomed but coiled hair, ultra-sensitive. "need me here real bad?"

you let your fingers dance there, grazing all that skin that's been neglected. you're so close to his cock that tears of relief begin to stream down Bob's pink cheeks. he knows that as soon as you wrap that pretty little hand around his throbbing cock, he's gonna cum. and it's certainly fixing to be the best orgasm of his life.

"oh, you're a fuckin' angel," he says, uttering it like it's a most sacred prayer. he wants release so bad--so bad that he would literally denounce God and start worshipping you right this moment if you just let him cum. he'll worry about Hell tomorrow. "god, fucking--I love you so much, baby, please touch my cock. wanna cum for you. please, doll, please."

he's so desperate that it almost hurts when you pull away. not just your hand--everything, entirely, simultaneously. Bob, who was standing on the edge of the best orgasm of his life, is suddenly empty and reeling from the loss of contact.

"are you fuckin'--!"

reaching forward, body taut and hot, you hold onto the back of his neck and press a few kisses there, reaching around with your free hand to languidly stroke his cock a few times. he's suddenly back on the edge, dizzy from overstimulation and under-stimulation, gasping when you suddenly nudge him over and make him cum; all while holding his throat and kissing his ruddy cheeks.

he cries out your name as he cums, entire body quivering and tensing, fingers cracking as he tightens his grip on the sheets. and you work him through it like the good little doll you are, nibbling his earlobe, tonguing a few of his stray tears.

"next time you think about doing your dirty work and standing me up, I want you to think about this moment," you mutter into his skin. "'cause only I can make you cum like this, baby, huh? and I can take it away just as easily."

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[topguncortez]

31. "If we insist on not dating, why do we always cuddle after sex?" "Aftercare is a fundamental right."

Shit Bob would say after sex 🤣

The Fundamental Right | Floydsin

Hangman Masterlist | Bob Masterlist | prompts list

synopsis: Bob isn't sure what they are doing, but he's pretty sure him and Jake are dating

warnings: mentions of gay sex, jacking off, unprotected sex

Jake's loud grunts filled the air as he fucked himself into his fist. His orgasm was fast approaching as he watched Bob's back rise and fall rapidly, still trying to ground himself after his orgasm. Jake's toes curled as he felt the all too familiar feeling in his body. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

"Oh fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Jake panted out as his body convulsed and his warm seed painted Bob's lower back. Bob let out something that sounded between a hum and moan at the warmth now on his back. Jake leaned his hand against the headboard as he milked his orgasm, squeezing out every last drop of cum.

"Shit," Jake huffed, wiping sweat away from his forehead. He placed a hand on Bob's bare ass, tapping the skin, "That was so fucking good."

"Mhm," Bob nodded, "Can you get up now? I need to take a leak."

"Yeah," Jake agreed, "Lemme get you a towel real quick." Jake carefully crawled off of Bob's bed and shuffled his way to the bathroom. Jake cleaned himself up quickly, taking a quick piss before getting a warm washcloth and going back to Bob.

The two of them had been messing around for a couple months now, and they did little to keep it a secret. When Jake wanted Bob, he made sure that everyone knew it. Jake would walk up to Bob, put his arm around his waist, whisper something dirty in the WSO's ear, and place a soft kiss right below his ear before heading out to his supped up ford f-250.

But besides that affection that Jake showed when he was keyed up, the dagger squad started to notice the small changes in him. It took anyone with a pair of eyes to know that Bob had a crush on Jake. Anytime the blonde pilot would walk into a room, his blue eyes were searching for the other blonde pilot. Whenever Jake would open his mouth to speak, Bob took in every word like he was modern day Jesus Christ. Jake even went as far as inviting Bob as his plus one to his sister's wedding. Jake could tell if Bob wasn't have a good day by the way he would sit in his chair.

What really set everyone on the track that Jake was crushing on Bob just as hard as Bob was crushing on him, was when Bob had called out of work because he was sick.

Jake was worried sick because Bob hadn't shown up to first formation on time, and wasn't answering his phone. He nearly tore the hinges off of Maverick's office door trying to find out where Bob was and why he wasn't answering. Jake left base so fast, he was surprised the MPs weren't after him, and went to Bob's house, finding the WSO shivering under a pile of blankets. Jake basically nursed him back to health, using some types and tricks from his mom.

Bob pushed himself up on his elbows as the bed shifted under Jake's weight. The texan placed a small kiss on Bob's bare shoulder before cleaning up the mess he had made. Although Bob liked what they were doing, he was confused. He liked Jake and Jake liked him, but there was something holding Jake back from taking that step with him. Phoenix had warned Bob when he first started fooling around with Jake, to guard his heart. That things with the infamous Hangman never ended well.

"Jake?" Bob asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Hm?" Jake asked, looking at him.

"What are we doing?"

Jake scoffed, "Well I am cleaning my cum from your ass crack-"

"No, I mean not that," Bob blushed, "I mean this. . . us. . . Are we, are we dating?"

"No."

The quickness of Jake's answer made Bob's heart drop. Jake shuffled off the bed, and dropped the dirty washcloth into the hamper by the bathroom door. Bob sat up in bed and looked at Jake, who was pulling his boxers up his perfectly toned legs.

"Can you pee so we can cuddle?" Jake asked, running a hand through his hair. Bob shook his head, laughing slightly to himself. Jake furrowed his eyebrows, "What, Floyd?"

"I don't get you," Bob said, "One moment, you look like you are gonna strangle that guy at the bar who was talking-"

"Flirting," Jake rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Next, you're telling me we aren't together, but you and I both know that we aren't seeing other people. And now you want me to hurry up and piss so we can cuddle. If we insist on not dating, why do we always cuddle after sex?"

"Aftercare is a fundamental right, Robert," Jake deadpanned, "I am a good partner, a great partner even. Aftercare is a must. And cuddles are a part of aftercare.

Bob's jaw dropped as he stared at the pilot dumbfounded. Jake always had a way of rendering Bob speechless, and usually it was from the bed room talk in his ear, not from his stupid reasoning behind cuddles after sex.

"I don't-"

"Do not argue with the founding fathers, Robert," Jake pointed, "Now, do you want a UTI, or not?" Bob scoffed as he got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, grumbling under his breath about how ridiculous Jake is being. Jake smirked and grabbed Bob by the hip, pulling him back against his chest.

"I am not going to ask you to be my boyfriend after I just screwed your brains out," Jake placed a kiss on Bob's neck, "Momma raised a gentleman. Now, go clean yourself and come back to me." Jake turned Bob's head to look up at him, flicking his eyes from his blue eyes to his lips, "You're cute when you're mad."

Bob opened his mouth to say something, but Jake placed a kiss on his lips and slapped his ass, sending him into the bathroom to clean himself off.

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[velvetstreets]

huge

“Holy fuck, Jack.” You gasped.

“I know, I tried to warn you.” He sighed sheepishly.

“It’s huge. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me?” Your eyes never leaving the thick, girthy, pink cock you took out of his pants.

“Or even how you’ve been hiding this from me? What the fuck?” You were astonished. He was barely half-hard and his dick was still a good 6 inches.

“I just- I didn’t wanna scare you. Girls before haven’t really been able to take it, they thought it was weird and almost alien to be.. this size. So I didn’t say anything; I’m sorry.” Jack scratched his neck.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?” You eyes gleamed with adoration, as you reached out a palm to stroke him.

“I’m sorry those girls weren’t on your level, you didn’t deserve that. But I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do.” You told him before spitting on his leaky head, thumbing over his slit as you jerked him off.

Jack groaned with pleasure, fisting the fabric of the couch you sat on as you continued to pump him. You sat like that for a minute or two, but you were impatient; you needed him in you like yesterday.

You let go of his dick and is slapped up against his abdomen, standing proud, fully hard and turning a nice shade of angry red.

“Fuck, lemme just- can I please, I need to feel you Jack, fuck-“ you whined, shimmying your skirt up your thighs and straddling him.

“I- fuck, I don’t wanna hurt you, s’last thing I want.” Jack grunted. He was torn, the way you grinded on him made him fucking crazy with lust, but he wanted to be cautious with you.

“I need to feel you.. please-“ you whispered in his ear, practically begging as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his jaw. “We can go slow, promise, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

“Ok, ok, but you tell me if it gets to be too much or if you’re in pain, and I’ll stop immediately, okay? Promise?” He asked you.

“Yes Jack, I promise.” You told him before sliding your panties to the side.

His grip at your hip was tight as you took him in your hand and slowly sank down onto him. Jack groaned and threw his head back and let out a hiss as you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck you’re so big..” you gasped.

Jack looked down between you and exhaled deeply.

“What?” You asked him.

“S’only just the tip.” He looked back at you.

“We can stop, it’s okay-“ he tried to reassure you, planting soft kisses to your lips.

“No! No, I wanna keep going.” You told him.

“Okay baby, just breathe, yeah?” Jack said as he leant to touch his forehead against yours.

He thrusted gently to work himself into you, and finally he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck you’re so tight, Jesus fucking Christ baby-“ Jack’s eyes were screwed shut as he exhaled.

“You stretch me out so good, I can feel every fucking part of you Jack.” You whined, clenching around him.

“You ready?” He asked looking back at you, blue eyes shining with love and excitement.

“Yeah.” You grinned at him.

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send in one word (cold, thick, giggle, whatever you’d like) and I’ll write a lil blurb to go with it!

#anon #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb

[livesincerely]

You asked for asks, so: very curious about your new Tease series idea!

I’m going to put the bulk of this below the cut as all Tease entries are decidedly nsfw ;) Hope you enjoy!

Feat. Werewolf!Jack and Incubus!Davey.

The concept is Davey is coming off a dry spell and is struggling to find his next meal, so to speak - he’s very picky about sexual partners because informed consent is very important to him and because the average human has a lot of trouble keeping up with him. Enter Jack, who gets introduced to Davey as a favor to Sarah, and the two hit it off immediately….

“Uh, Sarah,” Jack starts with a wince. “You know I’d do just about anythin’ for ya, but Katherine would literally have my dick in a vice, so—“

“Not for me, moron,” Sarah cuts him off, rolling her eyes. “For my brother, David.”

“Since when do you have a brother?” Jack asks, tilting his head.

“Since birth,” Sarah deadpans. “We’re twins.”

“And he’s like you?” Jack asks. “He’s a succubus?”

“Technically, he’s an incubus,” Sarah corrects. “But yeah. I finally convinced him to let me set him up on a blind date, and you still owe me for covering for you last month—“

…

“You’re not cute,” Davey informs him pertly, and the challenge in his voice probably isn’t meant to be as enticing as it is. Probably.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jack purrs, and he lets his fangs drop as he leans forward, running his tongue over the razor sharp canines that peek out from underneath his smirk. “I’m fucking adorable.”

He doesn’t miss the way Davey’s eyes drop to his mouth, the way his throat bobs around a heavy swallow.

…

“Jesus,” Jack murmurs, watching Davey’s wide-eyed expression as he bottoms out, a little overwhelmed at the absolute vision he makes splayed out against the sheets. “Jus’ look at’cha. I didn’t realize how much ya needed it.”

Davey’s lips are red and kiss-swollen, his hands fisted into the bedding on either side of him, but he manages to gasp out, his chest heaving, “You can still back out, if all this is too much for you.”

“‘S a little late for that, ain’t it?” Jack muses. He pulls out just a bit, then carefully thrusts back in, sinking even further into that exquisite heat. “I’m literally balls deep inside you.”

“Consent is a continuous contract,” Davey lectures, but his words are a breathless rasp, his voice threaded with aching, blatant desire. “It can be retracted or reassessed at any time—“

He breaks off with a gasp as Jack rolls his hips forward, nice and slow, then does it again, starting up a steady rhythm.

“Quierdo, unless you say otherwise, they’d have to drag me off of you by my hair,” Jack vows, not entirely sure if he’s exaggerating or not. There’s just something about Davey—the snark and sweetness and sin of him—that draws him in, beckons him closer, makes something deep inside of him pant and tremble and howl. “Is this good for you? More, less, or…?”

“More,” is Davey’s immediate response. “More, oh god, please more—“

Jack leans in and kisses him then, unable to resist, and Davey arches into him like he’s starving for it—Christ, he probably is.

He ducks down and presses his nose into the space just under Davey’s jaw because he has to, has to lick and nibble and mark all that delicious, delicate skin, and Davey makes a noise that’s pure want. He tilts his head, baring his throat to offer Jack better access, and Jack can’t help the rumbling growl that carves its way out of his chest, deep and possessive.

“Oh, fuck,” Davey moans, his heels digging sharper into the small of Jack’s back.

#*editor's note #*ask #*the writing desk #tease series #bits & bobs #just a lil preview! #really hoping I finish it by the end of the month #fingers crossed

[deviantdaffodil]

caught

modern au!ronoroa zoro x reader

yall gonna learn real quick tht i got a type and tht it is very worrying

anyway ! zoro ! my most favorite pie rat !

i made a joke about a modern au of the straw hats being a group youtube channel and they all live together and do gaming/vlogs/challenges etc. and i haven’t stopped thinking about it, so keep that in mind while reading this! the fact that the straw hats are yt influencers honestly might not matter tht much to the plot but . now youre thinking about it too so im winning

contains: oral (male receiving), yall will like oral as much as me i will condition you to it, caught masturbating, voyeurism if you squint, mentions of recording, praise, being called baby girl, slight degradation

Zoro huffed as his cock threatened to spill his load at any second. He tried biting his lip to distract him but it didn’t work, and now the taste of blood tainted his tongue. He panted as he went to work on his cock, stroking his precum onto it. He was standing at the edge of his bed, fucking his hand as if it were a pocket pussy.

You stood at his door, peeking into his room from the slight opening you made. God how you wanted to be in there. It would be such a waste if he were to blow his load now. You watch him as he leans his head down, spits on his cock, and keeps thrusting into his hand. It was so unfair that you had to stand and watch, just rubbing your thighs together desperately wanting to be what Zoro was pounding his thick cock into.

He was so handsome and you could look at him all day. The way his cock is curved and formed just right. The way his cock glistened with spit and precum while he fucked his hand. God you can want those hands to pick you up and brutally bring your pussy down on Zoro’s massive-

“ACHOOOO!!”

Oh Christ. You panicked, not knowing what to do after a sneeze had pulled you out of a trance.

Zoro cocked an eyebrow to the door, but he didn’t stop. You peek in, still trying to remain unseen. “You like what you see?” Zoro teased as he looked over to you. You instantly felt embarrassed and hot. “Cmere. Maybe you can help me out.” Zoro knew you were there the whole time; he was just giving you a show.

You shyly slip into his room, shutting the door behind you. You averted your gaze from him as best as you could, though you did sneak glances at his cock as he fucked his hand. “I-I can go-“

“No,” Zoro growled. He turned to you, no longer jacking himself off. His cock throbbed and leaked precum. You were practically drooling and there was an unbearable heat from your core. “Come here baby girl,” he purred. “Get down on your knees for me, would ya?”

You bit your lip and whimpered. You definitely couldn’t walk away now. You refused to let a single drop of his cum go to waste. You walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss, then kissed his neck down to his chest, then to his abdomen. You kissed down his v-line then the tip of his cock. He smirked and pet your head, then grabbed a fistful of your hair. You looked up at him as you gently grabbed the base of his cock. You began to pepper his shaft with kisses, then dragged your tongue from the base to the tip. Zoro whimpered and bit his lip. “Such a good girl,” he praised you as he tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at him. You looked up at him through hooded, lustful eyes and bit your lip. Zoro parted your lips with his cock and your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out in your throat. “Oh, such a good girl,” he repeated breathily. “You take my cock so good,” he moaned.

You started to bob your head up and down his cock, guided by Zoro. He groaned and huffed as he fucked your throat, getting closer and closer to orgasm. You fought back gags as tears stung your eyes in the best way possible. You used a free hand to stroke his cock while you suck him off. He threw his head back and moaned as the grip on your hair tightened. You hollowed out your cheeks while bobbing up and down and stroking him. Zoro released your hair only to grip the sides of your head. You gasped softly at the sudden move, then Zoro went to town pounding into your throat, abusing the back of it. A few tears rolled down your cheeks. His cock was so messy and spit was everywhere. You opened your throat and made gagging noises around his cock. He began to growl while he fucked your face.

“You gonna swallow my cum?” he groaned breathlessly between thrusts. “Gonna be a good cum dumpster and swallow all my cum?” You moaned around his cock, eyes rolling back while he bruised your throat. In your mind you were begging him to fill your throat, you wanted his cum so bad, you weren’t going to waste a single drop. “Are you ready?” Zoro moaned. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours, I’m gonna ruin your throat,” he continued to mutter dirty things to you while nearing his orgasm. After a few more thrusts he muttered, “C-Cum- Cumming,” and filled your mouth with cum. You swallowed his load, then continued to suck his cock a little more to make sure you got every drop of cum from him. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him. Breathlessly he said, “You did so good. I have a fun idea for this next part..” He smirked as he grabbed his phone. “Take off your clothes. Let’s make a video,” he purred.

“Oh God yes,” you whimpered as you started to strip. You could tell it was about to be a long, long day.

#ronoroa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #ronoroa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #x reader #zoro x you #smut #fanfic #onepiece #modern au #xreader #female reader

[bansheeboyy]

Tell me your best Jack Lowden tickle fantasy

ooof, okay.

As River Cartwright in Slow Horses. He gets snatched in a park, bag over his head and bundled into a van. Smash cut to the basement of the Park (MI5 HQ) .

He's still fully clothed, blindfolded, sitting up on the end of a bondage table...but his shoes and socks have been removed.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Let me out of here you fucking morons, this is not going to end well for you."

The voice of Duffy [head of Mi5 swat teams, hates River] "Really Cartwright? I'm shaking in my boots. What? Do you think we're some terrorist cell? No, no, no. You lot over in Slough House are so low priority you sometimes miss out on important updates in training."

"Duffy, what is this? Kidnapping an MI5 agent? Do you think Lamb is gonna let something like this slide?"

"Lamb knows. He doesn't care. As I was saying, you missed out on an important update in training for male agents. New torture resistance training."

"I'm up-to-date on that."

"Nope. A new form has been identified in the field that agents need to be aware of. Tickling."

River stopped in his tugging at his restraints. "What? You can't be serious?"

"Dead serious. Why do you think you're tied up like this, with your little tootsies out? Think I was gonna give you a pedicure? No, Cartwright, I thought instead of hauling all the Slow Horses down here, I could just have you go through some intense and thorough training on the matter and then you can...relay what you learn. Sound good?"

A slight scratch at River's bare sole made the blonde spy tense. "Duffy wait! This is a joke, isn't it? There's no training update. You just want to get back at me."

Duffy tutted. "Cartwright do you really think I would waste my precious time putting you through hell in a basement purely for the shits and giggles?"

River paused, frowning under his blindfold. He was nervous, terrified even, but he couldn't help but get in a jab. "Is that a trick question?"

Duffy's fingers, adorned with blunt metal claws, landed on River's naked soles. "Guess you can find out after. Let's get started, shall we, blondie?"

"Jesus Christ, why is it always mehehehehe!"

~~~

Six hours later, River was released from the table, naked, sweating, broken. When the straps loosened he merely laid back on the padded table, too exhausted to even haul himself off.

"Well Cartwright." Duffy said, buttoning his sleeves back up, surrounded by the three goons who had come in to 'help' an hour into his torture. "You broke three times. Not good. Not good at all."

River, skin shimmering with sweat, could only pant. Three times? He'd thought that was pretty good going for what they'd put him through. He couldn't imagine that anyone would have stayed strong going through that level of tickling, slowly stripped of all protection and dignity, every inch of him stroked or prodded or scribbled on.

"As such you'll be back here two weeks hence, for a similar test. Can't have our agents spilling their guts so easily." Duffy spoke with a smile in his voice, and skittered his fingers on River's oiled sole as he wandered out the room, eliciting an exhausted grunt from the ticklish agent. "Let's hope next time you keep that blabber mouth shut nice and tight, eh?"

River couldn't even react to the hellish news. He simply curled into a ball and fell asleep, too tired to care that anyone who walked in would find him naked and glistening. As he drifted off one idle thought floated in his mind.

Maybe tickle torture resistance training *should* be mantatory. It's certainly effective.

#jack lowden #slow horses #tickling #maletickling #tickletorture #barefoot guys #tickle interrogation #male foot #male tickling #m/m #m/m tickling #river cartwright

[jokersphantom]

The Taste Of Death

Jack Goodman X Reader smut

WARNINGS: this has literal cannibalism in it, please do not read if you don’t yearn with your mouth. PIV sex, creampie, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of birth control.

A cold gust of wind brushes against your bare leg. The skin ripples slowly, like your body isnt used to being put in a situation where it has to heat itself and has since forgotten basic function. However if your body had decided to ignore you, you couldn’t quite tell because your mind was beyond comparison in terms of being vacant.

You received a phone call from Jack’s mother, informing you of your friend’s death across the sea. Her voice trembled and she practically sobbed as she told you of how horrible of a condition he was in and how David was a suspect in his murder. You should’ve been sad, but all you felt was disbelief; like you expected Jack to start laughing on the other end of the line before asking if you’d like to grab dinner with him (and David, of course, always David). You wish you cried, that you joined his mother in her quivering voice and choked sobs; instead, all you could do was think of how little of this she would share if she wasn’t so deeply disturbed and upset.

You went to Jack’s funeral, and discovered early on that you’d be waiting awhile to actually see him because everyone else who hadn’t given a shit in the past years decided to make up for it today. One of his exes showed up with her new boyfriend but started sobbing violently as she began to give a loud speech about how good of a man he was. As she spoke, you imagined Jack rolling over in his grave; or at this point, coffin; at her tears. “Wasn’t good enough for you to keep your pants on when Mark showed up!” You imagined him saying.

What stood out the most was the fact his casket was closed. Which only solidified your denial in Jack’s death. How out of place you seemed, staring down at the chiseled oak with a glare like you were expecting him to pop out and scare you like he did at a Halloween party years prior. Something even more ghastly was that you didn’t even think there was a body in there.

Weeks later you still hadn’t accepted that he died. You still consoled his mother and spoke with her often, you weren’t a complete lamb. David had yet to call, he was probably suffering a lot more than you were with your apathy or he was still comatose.

Once again the wind started to blow on through again and it finally caused you to shiver and begrudgingly trod to the window. As you neared, you heard the undeniable whisper of the leaves as they rustled and gently tapped the sides of the house. The outside was hardly visible, illuminated by the full moon and it left a cascading deep blue over the rest of the world.

You stared outside for a moment longer, letting the cool air curl around you and leave gooseflesh with every kiss upon your skin. The moonlight seems to bless you every moment you sit in its presence, the soft light bears white brightness among the clouds and entrances you in a way it never has before.

“Long time no see” a voice rings out from behind you.

Now you understand why.

As you turn around, there stands Jack Goodman in (what's left of) the flesh and before you can even think of it, you’re loudly exclaiming “Jesus Christ!” Before scurrying to your bed and balling up the covers as you try to shun away whatever you’re seeing by covering your eyes. “No, Jack, remember? God have you gone completely off your rocker since you’ve last seen me?”

You don’t dare remove the covers from your eyes, and you don’t have to. The springs of your mattress ache with weight and a gentle hand pulls it back. The fright sets a warm fire deep in your stomach.

Nonetheless, there he is, Jack Goodman. One of your best friends, completely mauled and looking at you with a smile as the grotesque chunks of flesh that's covered in a deep cherry red glisten under the light. In a macabre way, it makes your mouth water.

Jack looks at you for a moment before waving his hand in front of your face and snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. “You there? Oh god, you’re in shock; David’s gonna kill me again” he snickers at his own awful joke.

As you come back to earth, Jack gives you the rundown of what’s happened so far. While he speaks, you focus on what he’s wearing. The green puffer jacket that had been doused in your scent the night before because Jack “forgot you used it as a pillow case”; that statement is another one David did not buy and consistently gave him shit for the chick repellent as they rode on the back of a shepherd's truck.

“How I ended up back here, I’m not sure, not that I’m complaining about being in these sheets again” he flirts as he smiles at you, deep and round eyes looking directly into yours with something raw behind it all the pleasantry. You and Jack had slept together, he was as sweet as a friend with benefits could be.

“I think I’m going crazy” you say aloud and he titters before propping his leg up on your bed and resting his head on it sideways; leaving the bloody, mangled, and mutilated part of his skin open and hot against the air.

Jack catches your gaze and seems unable to resist the comment that comes from his mouth. “No fucking way” he laughs. You back yourself up against the headboard and pull your comforter with you, holding it defensively to your mouth and you give a startled look that quickly turns to anger. “What?” You snap out, a lot higher pitched than you wanted to, that made you sound more like someone caught with a porno mag and less like you were genuinely confused.

The look he gives you is a recognizable one, but it feels so alien at the same time. He starts to gently crawl towards you on all fours, in a way he knows you like to see. Feigning that innocence to how you feel just to hear you say it out loud because he mocks you even in death.

“Now, you wouldn’t be feeling a little turned on about how battered I am now would you, sweetness?” He asks, as irreproachable as possible while the pet name sticks to you despite how mockingly he says it. When you’re left gawking, he only gets closer to your face. “Because” pause. He drags one hand up across your covered leg. “If this was the face you wanted all along, I would’ve requested open casket”

Jack gets scarily close. So much so you can now make out minute details. His hair is slicked stiff with blood and sweat, black tufts of hair poke out messily. He smells of grass and mud, but only faintly; what stands out the most is the pheromones reeking off of him that would typically reek, but currently have you biting the inner skin of your bottom lip as the fingers of his left hand dance curiously across your knee.

His fingers have blood crusted under the nails and you sit there entranced by the carnal beauty of it all. Jack smiles to himself and takes it as an opportunity to trace your lips with his calloused fingers. Typically, he’d be a blushing mess and if he were still completely alive he’d never be so bold with someone.

Only difference this time is that he wasn’t alive, not fully; and that it was you. The amount of times he’d been almost caught with you on him has surpassed his count, and sure as hell yours. However the word almost really means David and when it comes to David, he’s got an amateur sleuth mindset and can unfortunately piece two and two together.

Unthinking, you open your mouth and feel as Jack pushes his index and middle finger over your tongue. Your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, feeling every ridge, scar and delta. A gummy clot of blood that was caught in the corner of his cuticle touches your tongue and you suck even harder.

Jack’s eyes become lidded, he looks at a random spot in your direction for a few moments, feeling the work of your mouth against his hands once again and in such a grisly manner makes his stomach burn.

Softly he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. He rests his hands on either side of you and puts his mouth close to your ear. “How about you shut the light off and we try that thing you’ll deny wanting to do” he whispers before he bites and tugs on the lobe of your ear before pulling away.

You push the blanket off of you, the plush of your thighs visible to Jack as you walk towards the light switch.

When the darkness floods the room, you’re left in wait for Jack, just as you were in life. When nothing happens for a few seconds you think you’ve gone crazy and you’re too afraid to turn around and see that he’s really not there.

The beautiful blue hue of the moon sets over your shoulders and the cool air brushes against your neck. The hairs prick up as the cool feeling leaves ghosts of kisses against your skin.

“Still here” Jack says quietly against the shell of your ear. You turn around to face him and he flicks the light on again, temporarily blinding you. “ M’ sorry” he says as his kisses become full and wet mouthed against your neck “changed my mind, jus’ wanted to see you walk away”

He buries himself there and you feel him smile before his teeth graze against you. The blood gushing from his wounds starts to slick your neck. This doesn’t stop him, he kisses and nips harshly on your veins and feels the pulse thrumming beneath it.

It’s like he can’t control himself. There’s something so deeply carnal and vulnerable about how he is now; as many times you’ve put yourself on him, nothing can compare to the sweetness of his blood covered lips against yours.

His teeth are digging deeply into your neck, a small pain blossoming from his teeth nipping at your skin. Your eyes shut and a breathy exhale leaves your lips. Jack smiles, like he always has, into your skin and comes up to give you a kiss. The sweet and metallic taste of his lips on yours leaves you utterly intoxicated like the first taste of absinthe.

If you had to compare it though, he’s much sweeter. And warmer. So much warmer.

Jack’s mouth has suddenly gone away from the short and innocent kisses and have transformed into heavily pressed attacks scattered across anywhere collar up. His skin is comfortingly thermic and at this point you have no choice but to fall back into the dizzying heat as Jack touches you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and it may very well be.

His hands are ever moving and constant. There’s a searing palm resting between your neck and ear. The free hand wanders continuously over your waist to the back of your thigh. Your hands move without your own permission and begin to unzip the green puffer jacket that’s half shredded and half covered in blood.

You hope that if he decides to leave, you can keep the jacket. Even just a piece to remember him by. It was a group purchase around the holidays one year, when David gifted you both an identical jacket similar to his red one. Yours was an absolute eyesore, but the mundane routine of wearing it all the time made the shade entirely your own.

You gently push Jack away from you and get to look in his eyes. You get to see the humanity tucked behind them as his clouded lust quickly turns into the sheepish look of a boy scolded by a schoolmarm. Even though you’re still entranced by just seeing him again after having to say goodbye before Europe and a second time to a piece of wood. Part of you wants to remain this illusioned forever, so that you can hold onto him even if he decided long ago to let go of you; because at this point all you have is a hideous puffer jacket and dinner receipts of a meal you paid for stuffed in your otherwise empty wallet. Suddenly the doe eyes and boyish smile disappear. A misstep.

“Guess kissing a corpse wasn’t on your bucket list, huh?” He chides with an awkward laugh but you know Jack better than that, and he’s being vulnerable. Pressed against the door of your room, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck; careful to leave the wound be, and as he looks at you; you knock your foreheads together and you press a small kiss to his lips and bump noses. “Could’ve gone for that one actor you like so much” you say, another kiss. “I’ll put in a good word for you” kiss.

Jack pushes his mouth closer to you without much thought, and it leads to some of the blood on his neck smearing on your arm. Suddenly the blaze in Jack’s eyes comes back and you grin.

Jack sticks his hand in the wound like it’s as normal as scratching an itch and a small amount of the blood comes onto his fingertip. He cups your face with the same hand, mindful of his bloody thumb. Your eyes dart between the pad of his thumb, that Jack pushes ever closer to your mouth; only waiting for permission to push it through.

There would be no coming back from it and you both know it. Jack has nothing to lose, while you’re teetering on the line between sanity and lunacy. The comparison of Eve and the apple comes to mind; any other lustful sin could be forgiven, but to feast upon the flesh and to consume the marrow of a ghost? Should this be a test from whatever divine figure that hates you enough to manifest your dead fuck buddy, you were bound for damnation surely. Your lips part.

Your mouth sours with saliva before you can truly taste. Then it hits you. The succulent, metallic taste sinks onto your tastebuds and you hope that Jack’s blood remains there until the end of your days. The splotch of scarlet forever stained on your tongue like ink upon papyrus so that any lover you may take after Jack knows they can’t compare because they won’t come this close.

You flick the light out, for good this time, and guide Jack to your bed. He waits patiently as you crawl in first. He waits by the edge with bated breath and glances at the full moon for but a moment. You poke your leg out over the bed and poke him with your foot and he pounces at you. The shirt that was tucked underneath his puffer coat has minimal damage compared to the rest of him. You sit up and drag it off of him and he instead goes for ripping the fabric off like it’s burning him.

You’re doing the same to your own and Jack is immediately kissing on every inch of your skin, there's a desperation that is unlike anything you’ve ever known. After you’ve both wriggled out of every piece of clothing and left slobbering wet kisses across chests and lips you start to get to the most sinful and carnivorous part of the night.

Jack’s pumping himself and whimpering all sorts of filth at you as you kiss around the lines where skin meets meat. “Please, honey, I want you to, I do, c’mon” Just one bite. He needs it, he needs to know he’s good. “You can’t hurt me” he whispers, strained.

Your teeth graze the saccharine flesh before you sink into the hot and dewey meat. Jack’s warmed up intensely, the heat rolling off of him in the moonlight in thick clouds of white. Jack shudders and you begin to let go immediately “Fuck, no, keep going” he says, lowering his neck on you more as his fingers begin to grace around you.

When you fully sink in again, there’s a burst of an unfamiliar flavor that hits you so hard you hope it doesn’t immediately get you hooked and desperate like morphine. You pull and tear and suck upon him but it doesn’t change anything. The difference between the living and the undead is that while you’re aching and getting the relief of Jack’s feast upon your body, wether it be by biting or pumping into your core, Jack is unchanging until time wants him to. You’re glad you were blessed enough to have him presented as you remembered, just a bit more banged up. Deliciously so.

You’re happy you can be close to him again, like this. Nothing else in the world but the two of you. For however long he’s tied to this plane, you want to take advantage of it all and you will greedily keep him here until he’s forced to go. So you bite, you bite and rip and chew like it’s the last way you’ll ever love anyone ever again. You wrap your hands into his hair and dig your nails into his scalp and all he does is smile at you and whisper your name he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you. When you pull away to meet his eyes, the glint of the night rests in his irises.

You imagine you must look like something positively cryptid. His blood smothered across your mouth, a toothy smile in his direction like a fox in a henhouse. He doesn’t say anything, he merely places a kiss on your mouth and breathes heavily across your lips. “ M’ close, honey” he says, as thoughtful as ever, and that’s how you know this has to be real; previous thoughts be damned, werewolves, ghosts, lawyers? All real.

You know this Jack Goodman is yours because even after being mauled to death and abandoned, after having to tell his best friend that he has to die, and after finding himself in your bed again and being accepted with open arms, he still tells you when he’s about to cum.

“I’ll take it as a bereavement gift” you say and he simply rolls his eyes and says “you talk too much” you tug at his pulled apart skin again before falling back into the sheets. Biting your lip and wrapping your legs around his core, you hold Jack’s head as he buries it in your neck and presses his forehead in the nape of your shoulder to watch himself go in and out for a few strokes before he pulls back and kisses you hard. You don’t open your mouth quick enough and your teeth collide painfully for a second and Jack giggles an apology against your lips as he continues his thrusts.

He pushes you back into the pillows with his weight and he moans into your shoulder. The perfect cadence of sound in your ears and after he stills for a moment you can feel the pulse of his cock inside you as he cums.

Ever the overachiever, he pulls out quickly and places his bloodied mouth in between your legs. The blood of his neck laceration rubs slick and loud against your thigh coating every pore and marking.

He puts his mouth on your clit, just like you taught him. He twirls his tongue around and even tries murmuring out something to dirty talk you, but he gets so pussy drunk it’s nearly impossible to hear what he’s saying.

He takes care not to get a mouthful of his own cum, his fingers going at a pace that you can hear even buried in the pillows.

Once again your hands find his hair and you push him deeper into your clit and Jack, always the good boy, obliges and tongue fucks you even harder.

Your legs lock around his head as you cum and he lets out a hum as you do. Your hips snap forward and he rides it out. Once you’ve come down a bit, he presses a few kisses to your thighs before going up to join you.

“Hope birth control covers that”

“Be more surprised if it did, I think”

Jack snickers and lays next to you, fingers trailing up your figure with blankets gathered unevenly around the waist down.

He’s still a human furnace and you eagerly curl up next to him. “Will you be gone tomorrow?” You ask. You expect a melancholy response. “Might go tell David to kill himself, but I’ll be back. Can’t guarantee I’ll be this pretty though” he says.

You just kiss him and close your eyes.

#Jack Goodman #Jack Goodman x reader #Jack Goodman x you #an american werewolf in london #this is literally so deranged I’m so sorry #I wrote this bc I wanted him so badly in a way no other person could convey #jp smuts

[needcake]

WIP

tagged by @oumaheroes

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When the door to the sacristy wouldn’t budge under his insistent tries, Arthur crouched down, knees on the stone steps, fingers fumbling for the clip in his pocket as he tried to focus his eyes on the lock. His hands were jittery, sweat breaking on his forehead. He only needed a quick fix before he could go out looking for something stronger, he still remembered where old Father Christopher used to stash the ceremonial wine. The old man was deaf in one ear and nearly blind, he wouldn’t even notice it was gone, probably think he just misplaced it.

The lock clicked and Arthur grinned, dusting his knees when he got up, turning the knob without giving much mind to the noise he was making.

It would be an in and out job. Wouldn’t take more than a second. He just needed—church wine was bullshit anyway, it wasn’t not like he would even consider taking it if he had any other choice.

From the sacristy he went straight through a door and into the nave. He felt the eyes of the statues prickling the hairs on the back of his neck, but fuck them. What did they know about him anyway. Behind the altar there was a cabinet and another lock. Arthur cursed softly under his breath, the hushed sound of his voice echoing on the high stone walls.

He was in the middle of telling the cabinet lock to go fuck itself, his hands shaking when he jammed his clip inside, impatiently picking the lock to steal shitty wine, when the lights of the sacristy flickered on and he groaned. With a rough insistent tug, the lock finally gave, the cabinet door opening to reveal three bottles of sweet late harvest wine. Jesus fucking Christ, all this trouble for this. He picked the one that was already open anyway, wrenched the cork out with his teeth and gulped it down.

His stomach warmed almost immediately. However revolting this sweet crap was, it was better than jack shit which is what he had before. He brings the bottle down and gasps, need barely sated. He was going to need something stronger before the night is over.

“If you leave now, I won’t call the police,” a voice said to his left, a young voice, slightly hoarse from smoking, not Father Christopher’s voice at all, and Arthur rolled his eyes to no one, clutching the bottle in his hand tight.

He closed the cabinet door and with the light pouring from the open sacristy door he saw a man, perhaps two or three inches taller than he was, younger than he expected, in black pants and a white-collared black shirt.

“You’re not Father Christopher,” Arthur dead-panned, and the man frowned.

“I’m his substitute.”

Arthur snorted, bringing the bottle back to his lips for another drink while keeping his eyes on the man, watching as his frown deepened.

“If you leave now—”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

The way the new Father looked at him, concern written on the frown over his eyes, on the tight set of his lips. Arthur could only imagine what the new Father saw when he looked at him.

“We have AA meetings on Thursday nights if you—”

His loud scoff cut him off, the sound of it bouncing on the walls, coming back to him as funny. He laughed. There was a twinge of pity in the new Father’s eyes. A twinge Arthur hated. Laughter ended on the tip of his tongue and he snarled at him instead, he saw pity being quickly replaced with fear and he felt big when the new Father backed up a step, he felt a self-righteous fire when he went up to him, hand curled on the neck of the bottle, and the new Father stumbled, swallowing down.

He could smell the fear in him as he came closer. His wide eyes looking at Arthur as he was backed against a wall, his shoulders raised, trying to make himself seem smaller, less of a target. Arthur hadn’t felt this kind of anger in a long time. Lost in his usual bullshit, he had forgotten how good it felt to be intimidating. How powerful he could be.

“If you like using your mouth so much,” he growled, cornering him against a corner. “Why don’t drop to your knees and I’ll put it to better use.”

Arthur only said that to scare him. To make him stop trying to help him. Make him regret coming to investigate the noise in his church. But the smell that Arthur breathed in, the way the Father’s pupils dilated, the bob of his Adam’s apple under his high collar.

Realization downed upon him like a bucket of icy water being dumped over his head.

“Holy shit, you’re an omega,” Arthur breathed out, anger being washed away, drained. The bottle slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground without breaking, spilling the last drags of sweet wine.

The noise startled them both and Arthur took a startled step back. When he looked at the priest again, breathed in the smell of his fear, he felt like shit.

He fled. Ran out of the nave, through the sacristy. He forgot all about the stone steps outside and stumbled into the ground, scrapped his hands breaking the fall, hurt his knees. The way the new Father’s eyes widened, cowered against the wall, pupils dilating in the presence of an alpha. The smell of his fear.

Bile surged from his stomach and spilled from his lips in a fit of coughs.

“Are you okay?” the priest asked behind him, voice still shaky, still hesitant, and Arthur shook his head.

He ran and didn’t look back.

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Tagging @helianskies, @maivalkov and @rosesandalfazemas if they want to share!

#wip game #hetalia #engport #I had an old punk and priest au laying around when i thought #huh why not make it omegaverse #tw alcoholism #tw breaking and entering #ns//fw

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Phrack and 18, please!

Alright, thank you for being anon because this turned very smutty very quickly. :) And on the off-chance that’s not really your thing, at least we won’t have to look each other in the eye and know that what we share is based on disappointment.

If it is your thing, then look omg! Smut! Not necessarily very good smut - might even be a bit cringe, as a treat - but yaaaaay!

Anyway, goes without saying, but just to be sure - please only click on the Read More link if you’re 18 or older. There’s naughty words and praise kink under there. Okay, thanks bye!

A kiss… as encouragement.

“This is why you coaxed me into the bath, isn’t it?” he murmured against her temple, hand dipping into the water to slide up her thigh.

She shifted in response, her back flexing where she lay against his chest, and mewled as he slowly inched his way up towards his target. “Would it be a crime if I had?”

The chuckle he let out was delicious, vibrating down her spine and making her skin tingle in excitement. “Mm, perhaps it would,” he said into her damp hair, tapping his fingers in the crook of her thigh; maddeningly close to where she wanted him, “Coercing an officer of the law under false pretenses?”

“Not false,” she countered, her self-satisfied veneer suddenly faltering into a gasp as he firmly cupped her breast. “Is this not - mmm… “ his thumb rolled over her hardened nipple and she bit her lip to maintain composure, “Is this not a relaxing soak, as promised, inspector?”

Another laugh, another pulse of her cunt.

“I believe the promise was ‘quiet and relaxing,’ Miss Fisher. And under these circumstances, I’ve known you to be anything, but.”

“Well then,” she attempted to huff, but it came out more of a strangled pant as his fingers ghosted over her sex, “How on earth - oh God, Jack - can I make it up to you?”

“Hm,” he considered, a wicked sort of glee in his voice as he slowly spread her open with his middle and index fingers, her hips bucking up in search of more. “I think you might make it up to me,” he leaned in so close that his voice tickled her ear, “by coming rather spectacularly on my fingers,” and all at once he slid them down to rub lightly over her clit.

A loud gasp escaped her lips that was quickly muffled by his hand over her mouth. “With one condition,” he said dangerously low and she whipped her head around towards his, narrowing her eyes at the smug look on his face (which was short-lived as he free hand continued to stroke her), “You keep as quiet as a mouse… Do you think you can do that, Miss Fisher?”

Oh, what a bastard - a thought she might’ve voiced out loud, if it weren’t for his admittedly talented fingers nearly bringing her to the precipice already. So she opted instead for doe-eyed innocence, nodding her head softly and rocking her hips into his far-too-gentle touch.

“Good,” he smiled, lowering his hand from her mouth and anchoring it to her waist, pulling her up tight against his chest to steady her. Dipping his hand a touch lower, he let the just tips of his fingers breach her entrance. Her head instantly fell back to his shoulder, her eyes slamming shut, and her lips clamping together in an attempt to stifle the moan rising from her throat. He took notice of her effort, pressing his lips to her exposed throat, and humming against her skin, “Yes, like that. Very good.”

Christ, the effect this man had on her! Any other lover who tried to toy with her in such a way would’ve been given a swift and permanent exit from her boudoir, but Jack was distinctly different. Unlike all the others, he was under her skin, settled into her heart, and tied intrinsically to the life - every beginning and ending - that she’d created since returning to Melbourne. As such, his praise never felt patronizing or presumptuous; it felt soothing, safe, and always set her alight. Her stern, serious detective turned soft and encouraging; the pride in his voice as they chased her pleasure under his guiding direction, together… she craved it more than she’d ever care to admit.

Two of his fingers were now buried to the hilt inside her, his thumb pressing tight circles to her clit, and her nails were dug into both his arms as he began to move. “Alright?” he asked softly and she nodded silently again, her brow furrowed in concentration. Kissing her shoulder, he curled his fingers inside her, pumping them softly in and out and already the coil of her release was beginning to pull taut in her lower belly. She took to biting her lip in order to suppress the soft whimpers on her tongue, let herself luxuriate in the slide of his chest against her back, and gave herself over to sensation.

“You’re such a stunning sight, darling” he marveled, one hand finding its way back to her breast as the other sped up the movement between her thighs, “Laid open for me like this… my God, you’re perfect.”

It was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain herself and as the building pleasure spiked through her every nerve, she began to shudder desperately with the effort to stay quiet. A shift in angle had him hit her most sensitive spot and a strangled cry escaped her lips, her inner muscles clenching hard around him. Fearing he would stop, she placed her own hand over her mouth and hooked the other around the back of his neck for purchase.

“There you go, that’s it… “ he said softly, his own breath becoming raspy with exertion and she could feel his heart pounding against her back. Riding against his hand wildly, her core fluttered around him and he kissed a pleased hum to her jaw. “You’re so close, love, I can feel it. Come on… so good… that’s it… “

Water splashed over the edge of the tub as she arched and shivered in search of release. His fingers pulsed inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her now-throbbing clit, and his knuckles swept lightly along her overly-sensitive nipples. She was teetering so close the edge that it had become a rather desperate thing and she feared for a moment that she’d be stuck in this tortuous place of near-satisfaction forever.

As if sensing it, she found her hand being gently removed from her mouth and her chin being turned towards him. “Look at me,” he said, slowing his pace, and she shook her head fitfully, overwrought nearly to the point of tears. “Look at me, Phryne,” he repeated and she turned to reluctantly comply, the hand hooked around the back of his neck sliding up to fist into his hair.

His gaze, once she found it, was so intense in pure adoration that her breath caught in her throat. “Jack… “ it was softer than a whisper; a statement and a plea, and she swore there was a flash of something heavenly in his eyes before he leaned down to claim her mouth with his.

“I’ve got you,” he said against her lips, slowly resuming his speed, “I’ve got you, darling. That’s it… come for me.” He kissed her again tenderly, she let tears well in her eyes, and every muscle in her body tensed as he frantically worked her cunt.

Her body arched above the waterline, her breath stilled, and with a few more tight movements of his wrist, she was undone. A web of electric pleasure washed over every inch of her skin, bursting in wave after wave as her hips stuttered against his stilling hand. For several moments, everything was white light and pure ascension so that when she finally found herself floating back down to earth, it took a few seconds to reacquaint herself with the feel of her own skin.

Once she did, she registered first the heaviness of her limbs along with the soft, gentle stroke of his hand between her breasts. Then, she heard the sound of his voice, shushing her sweetly, and she realized that tears were freely flowing down her face.

“It’s alright, I’m here… you’re alright,” he murmured to her and she felt herself twitch with the aftershocks of her release. She loved him, oh God did she love him; her heart was nearly bursting with it.

“Jack,” she called to him, her breath still labored and returning to normal. Instantly, his arms gathered around her and she let herself break in the absolute safety of his embrace.

#mfmm #phrack #i really ran out of steam at the end there sorry #hopefully everything else is… ya know… at least satisfactory 🌝

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#5

Robert 'Bob' Floyd NSFW Alphabet

A/N: BOB! My mans, my handsome lovely man. I will take any and all requests for Top Gun characters but ESPECIALLY for Bob <3

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you think that Bob is the sweetest man ever post-sex then you would be absolutly correct. He will draw the two of you a bath, help you clean up. He’s got a towel warmer in the bathroom and he puts your favorite blanket on it to warm up for you once you’re dry.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man knows he has pretty eyes. He knows that you could get lost in them, and they’re the things that keeps him and Phoenix safe.

On you, he’s an ass man. His hands are always on or around your ass, holding onto the belt loops of your pants, hand on your lower back or thigh. Again: always on or around your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside of you, Bob likes to try and keep everything as clean as possible. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bob is into light bondage, have him tie you up and the thought of him not letting you touch him gives him a sense of control and dominance that he doesn’t normally get

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn't have a lot of experience but he absolutely knows what he’s doing. Bob doesn't do hook-ups or one-night stands. He’s a relationship man and you better believe he’s educated himself

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Other than the light bondage, Bob is a pretty vanilla dude. He’s a missionary man, and when you add the light bondage to that, that’s all the spice that Bob needs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No matter what kind of day Bob has had, he always leaves his issues at the door. Work stays at work and at home when you have sex he is the smiliest, goofiest, cheesiest man ever.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bob tries his best to keep it nice and trimmed but sometimes he forgets to do upkeep.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like with his aftercare: thee most tender, soft, and caring lover EVER. Once again, he’s a relationship man, he makes sure to have that connection with you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bob doesn't really jack it, it’s not that he doesn't like to he just doesn't really do and prefers not to do it unless he’s away from you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bondage as mentioned.

Breeding kink, this man wants to settle down someday and have a family, and with you he’s ready whenever you are.

(I’m about to tell you how to get him to come on the spot) Suck, lick and bite his neck and arms during sex. Bob gets so much shit from everyone(namely Hangman) about how Bob doesn't seem like he could get it alot, so showing up to the base in his short sleeved uniform dawning the marks you gave him, fills him with a sense of pride

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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662 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#4

The Killjoy: Chapter 1

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: The start of the Bobby Boy series!! I said I was gonna do something else for TG didn’t I

Chapter 2

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Walking with his bag slung over his shoulder, Bob adjusted his glasses as he made his way back into the Top Gun building. Pushing open the door he made his way down the halls pausing right outside of the locker rooms, hearing chatter coming from it before he entered.

“Here, let’s see what Bob thinks” Hangman's voice rang through the locker room “Bob” He made his way over to Bob, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you think this mission is for, all of us, back here just two months after the uranium plant mission. What do you think we’re doing now?” Jake moved his hand from Bob’s shoulder and motioned over to Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Fritz, and Coyote “Because Bradshaw thinks we’re speaking to the new Top Gun graduates, and the rest guess that Cyclone is holding an Alumni Competition” 

Bob shrugged making his way over to his locker “I couldn’t say” he set his bag down on the bench as he started to unpack it “But if I had to guess, then it’s another seek and destroy mission” he grabbed his flight suit, starting to put it on “What do you think it is?” 

Jake smirked, turning back to his locker. “We’re here to teach our individual special skills, ” he hummed. “And I know that's a possibility because I saw Maverick walking in to go talk with Cyclone and I’m hoping that-” Before Jake could finish his sentence Pete popped his head into the locker room to yell.

“Everyone will be dressed and ready in the hager in five minutes! We’ve got a guest today” 

Everyone nodded to him and quickly finished getting ready before making their way out to the hanger, seeing Maverick, Warlock, and Cyclone standing in front of the flag that hung from the ceiling.

As soon as everyone had taken their seats Warlock walked up to the podium to address the pilots. “Thank you all for agreeing to this” he started “The reason why I am giving the introduction to this mission today and not Admiral Simpson is beauce I asked” he gave a small smile “In three weeks, six Jets will be escorting and if necessary defending a cargo convoy that is transporting weaponry. Everyone who is here will be participating in the mission” 

Phoenix looked around at the group before raising her hand “Sir you said there would be six Jets. That’s three solo pilots and three Wingmen with their RIO’s…. Out of all of us here, there’s only two solo pilots… Is Captain Mitchell flying with us?”

Warlock shook his head “Captain Mitchell will be co-instructing this mission…and as he might have told you already we have a guest, this pilot is someone I have personally flown with so I expect all of you to treat her with the utmost respect” he eyed everyone in the crowd (but mostly just Hangman) “because not only is she on loan to us from the Marines for this mission to co-instruct… she will also be your mission leader”

Footsteps filled the hanger as Warlock motioned to the back of the room “So without further ado I would like to introduce Captain Y/N Y/L/N” everyone’s heads turned watching as the new Captain made her way up to the front of the crowd “Call Sign ‘Killjoy’.” He moved around the podium to shake Y/N’s hand before she took his place.

As Y/N’s eyes scanned the room looking at her fellow pilots before she paused on Bob, seeing how his mouth was parted in surprise. She gave a small smile before clearing her throat “Thank you for the introduction Admiral Bates, as mentioned previously I am Captain Y/L/N but you all can call me Killjoy” she hummed “I’m not here to teach you anything new, I am here to make sure that the nine of us can function together as a unit” she glanced to Bob before looking down to the podium “I’m sure that it should be fairly simple to get along, especially after hearing that all of you flew together two months ago” looking back up she nodded to Pete “Captain Mitchell already knows where you all stand in your flight abilities but I don’t. Captain Mitchell and I will be up in the air, and you all will go up in groups of two and complete a short course so I can see where everyone’s at” Y/N moved away from the podium

“First group in the air is Hangman with Fanboy and Payback. You go up in five” Pete called out to dismiss everyone before he turned to Y/N to set up a plan between themselves.

Pushing out of her seat, Natasha started off for the lounge before she stopped realizing that Bob was still sat at the table watching Y/N. Walking back over to him she snapped in front of his face pulling him out of whatever trance he was in “Earth to Bob?” she hummed watching as he pulled his gaze away from Y/N, she raised her eyebrow with a smirk “Oh my god” she chuckled before turning to go to the lounge.

“What?” Bob called out, moving from his seat to follow her.

“You totally like the Captain” she hummed walking into the lounge where Bradley, Javy, and Billy eyed the two, curious of their conversation.

“Bob likes the Captain?” Javy smiled looking to the RIO “Don’t worry I like her, I’m sure Hangman and Rooster do to” he laughed

A small flush came over Bob’s face “You guys are horrible” he shook his head “I do no-” he paused hearing the door open before he could finish.

Poking her head into the room Y/N looked around before her eyes landed on Bob “Lieutenant Floyd… May I speak to you?” she motioned to the hallway. Bob only nodded before he made his way out of the room.

Everyone looked between each other before they glanced at the windows of the lounge, watching as Bob and Y/N exchanged a few words before shaking hands, a few more words were said before Y/N turned to walk back to the hanger and Bob made his way back into the lounge, with everyone’s eyes on him. 

Natasha was the first to speak “Please tell me she just asked you out?” 

“No, did you see that hand shake?” Bradley started “If anything she was introducing herself, but she definitely thinks he’s cute, because she didn’t introduce herself to the rest of us.” 

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820 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

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920 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#2

Bad Day

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: Hi so this was originally an ask/request someone made, and I had the post all ready and I went to post it with the ask but then tumblr ate it and now I can't find it. If you were to person who requested this ask: thank you I loved writing this and I’m sorry that I can’t find your actual ask

Request: (I can't remember who asked/requested) Hey love, can you write a blurb with Bob ( top gun ykyk😏) and him coming home really exhausted and just wants the reader to play with his hair and is really cuddly and clingy. Just pure fluff<33 Thank you<3

Edit: I FINALLY FOUND THE OG ASK! @finja-caipirinha I didn’t forget tumblr just ate your ask

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Resting his head against the steering wheel, Bob let out a sigh. He’d been sitting in the driveway for 5 minutes now heavily debating if he wanted to go in or spend the night in his truck. Eventually deciding that messing up his back wouldn’t be in his best interest he exited the vehicle and grabbed his duffle bag from the backseat. Fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the door, he unlocked it and made his way inside. 

Dropping the duffle on the floor he slipped off his boots, not bothering to untie them before he looked around the house and spotted Y/N lounging on the couch, reading. 

Shuffling over to the back of the couch, he paused for a moment to decide if he wanted to take the extra time to walk all the way around or if he wanted to make life easy. So going for the obvious choice he swung one leg over the back of the couch, then the other, before he was planted right next to Y/N. 

He didn’t even give her the chance to ask how his day was before he sprawled himself out on the couch, burying his face into her waist as his arms wrapped around her form. He felt Y/N set her book down before her hands were rubbing his back.

“Baby….my hair…” he mumbled 

Y/N raised her brow “Hmm?” 

He nuzzled his face further into her waist “Your hands… in my hair” Y/N let out a humm finally understanding what he ment, her hands traveled from Bob’s back and started tangling themselves in the hair at the base of Bob’s neck. 

The WSO let out a sigh as he felt Y/N’s fingertips massage his scalp.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N’s voice rang out as she shifted herself into a more comfy position… well as comfy as she could get with Bob on top of her.

“Jake can ahdfmg” he mumbled out. 

“He can do what?” she chuckled

“Jake can fuck off” he moved so the side of his head was resting against her abdomen, “he fucked with Phoenix and I durring all of the training, which resulted in the three of us having to do three sets of 200 pushups, and one dead hang for 10 minutes… my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off my body”

“Aw Bobby” Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of Bob’s head “...Do you want me to start the shower for you?” 

Bob shook his head “Can we take a bath?” Y/N nodded, sitting up from his spot, Bob pulled Y/N up with him, his arms once again finding their place around her waist as she led them upstairs.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub Bob grabbed Y/N to place her on top of his lap as she turned on the faucet, feeling the water to make sure it was warm before letting it fill the tub. 

“Can you put this in it?” Bob hummed, reaching over to grab a bath oil that rested on the sink counter. Y/N nodded, taking it from his hands to add to the tub.

“Do you want bubbles too?” she paused before she felt something lightly touch her shoulder, looking over she grabbed the tube of shower gel from Bob, she looked at it and chuckled “oh so it’s a grapefruit and honey type of bath” she laughed and added the gel to the water.

Once the oil and bubbles were added to the water, Y/N and Bob stripped down before Bob sank into the warm water first, once settled he let Y/N sink down before pulling her to his chest. “Thank you… for this” he hummed.

“Anything for you baby” she rested her head back onto his shoulder, giving him a soft smile.

955 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's Okay

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Warning: Angst, injury, plane ejection and crash, hospitals, medical talk

Request: @mypr3ttygirlworld "If your comfortable, after watching greys anatomy I have been thinking of a story where Bob gets a brain injury/ brain surgery it’s him and his so basically coming to terms with what that entails. Only if your comfortable with writing it and if not I completely understand!"

A/N: They way I cried multiple times while writing this. I changed the request a tiny bit. Also I don’t know medical stuff so idk if anything is correct medically speaking

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Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran from the parking lot into the entrance of the hospital, eye’s dashing around for some familiar face.

In the two years of dating Y/N knew that there would always be risks when dating Bob, but they never fully thought about it… until reality had caught up with them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with Rooster, before she racked her eyes over the rest of the team as they all sat in the waiting area. Standing from his seat Rooster made his way over to Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

Thoughts flooded Y/N’s head as she hugged him, and that's when her senses caught up with her as she took in Rooster’s words “Maverick’s talking with the doctors right now… we don’t really know anything” 

Y/N just nodded, pulling back “Where’s Natasha?” Rooster motioned to the corner of the waiting room, where Phoenix was slumped in her chair, one arm crossed over her form as the other rested against it, covering her face as her leg bounced against the floor.

Quietly Y/N made her way over to the pilot, kneeling down in front of her, Y/N placed a hand on Phoenix’s knee, causing it to stop bouncing as she looked up.

Y/N’s eyes softened taking in Natasha’s state. Her eyes were red, hair askew, and Y/N noticed how the palms of her hands were indented with the crescent shape of her nails. Leaning forward, Y/N pulled her into a hug as the pilot let out a rigid sob, arms wrapping around Y/N’s form “I-... I don’t know what happened” she mumbled into Y/N’s shoulder. 

The damn that had been holding back the tears and emotions finally broke in Y/N as she hugged Phoenix tighter. The two, not uttering a word as the rest of the team just watched, unsure what to do.

It took a few moments for the two women to regain their senses before Y/N sat next to Natasha and rested her head on her shoulder, as everyone else moved to sit closer to them.

“What happened?” Y/N finally managed to ask after a few minutes, as she sat up, her voice was quite as if something would break if she spoke any louder.

She felt Phoenix stiffen a bit at the question before she cleared her throat “It was supposed to be a simple training day…” she swallowed what little spit was left in her dry mouth “We were just gonna be practicing a flight path and ther-” her voice caught in her throat, her thoughts raced as she tried to find the word but everything just mushed together.

“We were flying when Phoenix caught some turbulence” Hangman continued, seeing how Phoenix struggled, he took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze “They tried to level out, but it blew out the controls… and one of the engines.” he continued

“I thought-” Natasha started again, taking a breath “I hit the canopy button… but the latch got stuck… and then Bob’s seat-” tears started to make their way down her cheeks, she lifted her hands up to hide her face “I’m so sorry Y/N” she mumbled.

Standing from her seat Y/N walked from the group and out the entrance, she paced not knowing what else to do, not noticing how Rooster had gotten up to follow her. 

“Y/N” he called out to her “Y/N, you’re gonna make yourself sick” he grabbed her arm “Will you just take a breath? Please? I know you’re worried but if you worry yourself sick, it’s not gonna do anyone any good” 

“What am I supposed to do then Rooster?” she snapped tears coming to her eyes once again “I….I don’t know how all of you can just sit in there and do fucking nothing!” she raised her voice “god I would love to just sit and do nothing but I-... I-” as she tried to finish her sentence her body began to shake, Rooster pulled her into another hug “I still have so many things I have to tell him… things I wanna do with him…. I can’t-.... I can’t lose him” she sobbed into his chest.

The two stood in silence before the heard the door to the entrance open, “Captain’s back” Coyote’s voice filled the air before the door closed again.

Pulling away from each other, Y/N wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks, taking a few breaths. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Bradley placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as they made their way back into the waiting area. Moving back over to the team, Y/N took her place beside Phoenix, locking her arm with hers, giving her an apologetic look for leaving as she did moments before. To which Natasha just nodded before the two turned their attention to Maverick, who shot the two women a sad smile, before turning back to the majority of the team.

“Bob’s still in surgery, all the guy could tell me was that he had a brain bleed from the impact of the canopy and he’s having a craniotomy… they said it's gonna be another 2 or 3 hours. So if you all want to stay feel free, but if you want to go home and get some rest I understand. Admiral Simpson has granted everyone here time off for the week, and I will be staying and giving updates out to those who choose to go home” with that Maverick turned to hunker down in a chair.

Out of the whole team Y/N, Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster had opted to stay with Maverick. As the time passed the team found themselves coping in any way they could.

Pete had taken to drawing small scribbles onto a notepad that he had found in the waiting area, trying to forget that the last time he was a part of an injury this bad was with Goose.

Y/N found herself biting and tugging at her nails, it wasn’t supper bad at first till she let out a sight hiss as she pulled at a hangnail. 

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[caribbean-ace]

Station 19 5x18 thoughts/reactions: spoiler alert

That is rough to relieve + i’m glad Jack and Andy have eachother + yes Andy stop reading the comments + they are going detective mode so hard + oh wow that’s promising i guess + lmao Carina is going to make a hole in her purse + i can’t believe Maya actually played her, i would have expected roles to be reversed + come on keep this italian goddess in USA + Vic is right + so we’re actually going for it okay, Travis you’re our savior + that dude is an asshole + it’s so horrible that we have to deal with these things

Showtime 19! Let’s keep those kids safe! + why is beckett hereee + OH BOY THE NERVES he’s looking at their photos😍 + the heart eyes! Lmao “i knew it i was going to sleep with this woman” i am crying😂 Maya i didn’t remember you being so nervious😂 and obviously Carina being super open about sleeping with Maya😂 i’m glad we get to know that they didn’t hook up the same night + christ Beckett is such a mess + Andy really said: i’m gonna be my own laywer if you’re not helping + this is stressful af + i really hope she helps! + maya & carina look so stressed😂😂😂 + also carina is rocking that suit + maya deluca-bishop those pants👀 + “do i answer now?” 😂😂 oh crap he shouldn’t have asked that she really went off😬 + carina is just thinking: “maya you’re sleeping on the couch if you don’t get me deported tonight” + duuude noooo stay back! + Carl is a hero + Beckett should be fired + lmao Maya😂 they are being so chaotic + yayyy she stays they were lucky tho because that was wild + That’s so fucked, i’m glad Andy punched his way to death

Andy is preaching nothing but the truth + lmao his face was like uh… Travis for Mayor! I’ll miss him at the station :( + but i love you Montgomery! Travic hugsss + lmao Maya your wife is a genius + uhhh + Maya is really punching low😂 + maya wants to enjoy but the chief is making it hard + yea right, you should get your ass fired and get maya deluca-bishop to do it bc i swear i can’t deal with sullivan being captain again + let’s goo Andy! + Pru is just so cuteeeeeee + Ben being so humble lol + i love Ben & Miranda so much😍 + it hurts so much just to remember Dean :( + yayyy Andyy is a free woman, good news all around + “aunty vic” STOPPPPPP ITTT I CAN’T TAKE IT + FUCK! YES MAYA BISHOP I NEEDED THIS + the episode just took a better turn! + “independent!” He was so proud of it + WHAT THE WHAT i didn’t expect this at all! That’s it? 👀

Folks that is it for season 5. Last moments of the episode really surprised, i didn’t see that one coming. Catch ya’ on season 6!

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[incarnateirony]

There was no effort on my part. That’s what I’m saying. You keep giving your enemies ammo. And why would I ask those people—and in what batshit situation—about anything lmfao. And found on Google? No. I just told you. ******** records. All of them. I didn’t have to piece together anything. And yeah, you may not have made up 8Ball’s existence, but your connection to him is bs. No one is making you post these asks by the way. Bassinet half-eaten cheeseburger ass. Anyway, have a good night projecting about acting hot shit behind a keyboard. Best of luck to you. xx

No, you cunt, I want to hang you all out to dry. Because at the end of the day, you're still some pale ass bitch trying to keyboard warrior behind a sock because you can't fucking cope with the fact that most of the world is more relevant than whatever hole in the wall you've rotten in to make you such a row of insufferable cunts.

I'm over it. I'm over your denial of reality. I'm over you sucking your own back lips to tell yourselves it's raining tuna smelling ass mayo. that shit don't come premixed, asshole, that's your own stink. Fucking, i need you guys to get it. i want the whole world to get it. You guys are, in fact, dumb as bricks, insufferable ass cunts with no reason to even exist in this fandom or frankly just about anywhere by how you fuckin' act. Lifeless pepperoni face electric fry haired pieces of shit telling people to get therapy while being all DURHUR I MAKE SOCK TO THREATEN U ABOUT SHIT YOU TALKED ABOUT PUBLICLY. what is this, fuckin mark pepperoni having a goddamn meltdown?

crusty ass bitches, over your worthless asses or pretending you're worth jack shit but putting frames around so when your world comes thundering down and you're all sounding like the confused hagass buffalo herd sounds you look like you can remember this shit. we got us some shit to hang on the fuckin fridge for memories.

You brainless cunts don't get it. This isn't an SPN account anymore. This is a personal account. you're just a bunch of sacks of shit obsessed with people who don't care you exist, me included

go pull your tattered ass labias off the floor, roll that shit up, throw it over your shoulder like a continental soldier and get the fuck out.

this isn't a fucking spn stan war. you're still not grasping how incomprehensibly fucking irrelevant you all are and if you're going to keep crawling here with your notice me senpai bullshit I'm gonna keep nailing it to the wall so you remember when shit all slings sideways for you in half a year. Fuckin shit

can't imagine being such a privileged cunt to not be able to connect the dots on sunnyside houston, surviving on streets to avoid DV, and all this shit i been open about for years that yall motherfuckers are only now pissing your pants to deny because you realize it's suddenly in your backyard lmfao. nah. its ours get that classist weird keyboard warrior bullshit out of here man, you wanna show up we'll do it the right way i cannot emphasize enough your privileged ass bullshit does not fly here, and by here, i mean nola. this fuckin little whiteass special snowflake all opinions are valid bullshit isn't how it floats

you don't like my music? you can go find some spn blog that cares about your weird roleplay of relevance

didn't read those doxxuments close enough to find out why that DV ex was suddenly real scared of me and real careful about when he showed up or broke in. pretty sure he filed a complaint that a bunch of black men would jump him if we had to do any legal discussions directly lmao. so. pop off

anyway wait until you find out what a Susan is whlie you're peeing here, and if you're wearing old Guess jeans while trying to ride my ass, pull them off, cuz you got me and her all over yours. enjoy, bitches

you guys are so insufferably desperate you're trying to google your way through my own life and rebuild what happened. Jesus christ, GET THERAPY. and desperate for what?? to deny reality of a direction a tv show is going. To someone you SWEAR you believe has ZERO affiliation and yet just compulsively have to show up and register socks to argue with like sacks of shit. lmao god how can you not see the Pressed waves you're radiating?