#cloak & dagger & reader

[saltnsugarbear]

nsfw bob thoughts you say ... sitting against the headboard, bob between your legs resting his back on you as you give him a handjob, one of your arms locked around his middle so he doesnt squirm as much <33 also the perfect position for you to plant kisses all over his face as you work him over and over; edging him if you're in the mood to tease and he's in the mood to take it

I fear this is my niche

this is what I wanted hes so

I dont think Bob is used to receiving intimacy and affection in such a way that it almost makes it overwhelming when you get to take care of him. (I'm putting together something much more in depth on how you end up building that with him, trust 🙏).

this is probably something done early on in your relationship with Bob (also later but it makes a first appearance one of the first few times you guys have any form of sex) and it leaves him so flustered

he's quite possibly one of the strongest people on earth (if not the strongest) and you've got him writhing in your lap. it's dizzying.

he needs to be reminded he is loved and cherished. that he's wanted and is allowed to take up space. what better way than through positive reinforcement (handjobs). he's unsurprisingly vocal, letting out little whines and gasps and is just a whimpering mess.

I think edging leads to overstim which maybe breaks a few things in the room (he's just a little overwhelmed but in a good way and kind of loses what very little control he has) (spikes of emotion make his powers flare i fear)

you also make him spell out what he wants and he's,,,,, Bob Reynolds dumbification fics when!!! fuck him stupid!!!!

[rivalswrites]

Valentine's Day special 1/4

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Summery: giving everyone on the Marvel Rivals roster a kiss (with plot!!)

Valentine's Masterlist

Underage characters and animal characters will be platonic (there will be a reminder for each one

Characters included: Adam, Black Panther, Black Widow, Captain America, Cloak & Dagger, Doctor Strange, Groot, Hawkeye, Hela

It's late afternoon, and you're both alone in the infirmary. Neither of you are injured, but somehow the monotone atmosphere of the room has become a special place for you two to hang out. It's a place that barely anyone actually uses, maybe once in a blue moon when there's no mystical healer to instantly redo any damage (which is a very rare occasion.)

Perched upon a bed with a really still mattress, you look down at him, he who isn't sitting next to you- but instead below you. He's on the floor, on his knees, and his face lays on your leg like it's the most comfortable pillow ever. His hands hold both your legs together while your hands play with his hair gently, softly brushing through and horribly braiding it before brushing it out again.

You're both talking, about anything that comes to mind- usually it's about the impending doom of the multiverse, but today? Today the conversation flowed about space. It all started when you had mentioned you'd never truly seen space until you were thrown into Wakanda- the one that was far into the future, in space. That little comment had sparked Adam to inform you all about it, he described it's beauty and was saddened you'd never seen him home truly: when you told him you could see it from earth he said it wasn't the same as actually being in the stars, traveling through it.

His face was bright, looking up at you with- forgive me- stars in his eyes and a large smile that definitely molded his whole face. The bright aura around him almost glowed, you swore he actually was- but maybe that was just the light meeting his skin.

Gently, your hand moved from his scalp to his cheek to hold it: making him look more towards you as you leaned down. Quickly he stopped talking, his breath hitching at the closeness, his grip on your legs tightened a little too. Ever so gently, you pulled his face up and laid a kiss on his lips- closing your eyes and leaning into it. Adam happily returned it, using his legs to push himself up and meet you with more passion than he had with his talk of space.

When you pull away he follows, now he's fully standing on his knees and his eyes are fluttering open. His face is in a pout because he wanted more, for it to last longer. Your thumb rubs his cheek and he leans his face into it while looking up at you with big eyes.

Giving in, you lean down and give him another quick kiss on his forehead before pulling back. “You're so cute when you talk about your home.”

Honestly you weren't even expecting to see him much today. It was a common occurrence at the moment to not see him often due to how much time he spent in the labs working with his sister. The stress of keeping Wakanda safe while working to fix the multiversal problem and fight against Doom.

You didn't hold it against him, but that didn't stop you from wanting to see him. Everyday passed by and it was sad how you really only saw each other at night for a short dinner and bed. But this work was important to him, everyone knew. And so you let it be and took what you could get, enjoying the dinners and cuddling up in bed. Until that wasn't enough.

One could go only so far without affection that everyone craves, so you deemed it okay to interrupt his work- just a little. The doors to the lab were pushed open and you walked into said lab.

He was sitting in a chair, hunched over and looking over what you assumed was data. Shuri caught a glimpse of you, afraid you had been caught. You raised your hand in a shushing motion while tilting your hair towards T’challa. Thankfully Shuri was smart and got the memo, quickly turning around and continuing her work.

Sneaking up on him was difficult, you knew he had a keen sense of his surroundings, but you tried anyway.

“I know you are there” he says, not even moving from his place. So much for trying.

“Fine, I've been caught, but can you blame me for trying?” You reply, walking up to him quickly and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your head leaning on his as you glance at his work, stuff you didn't know much about- but that didn't stop you from looking.

T’challa chuckled and leaned his head back to yours, pushing against it in a loving way- something you'd both do as a way of playful love. “I cannot, my love” finally, he had turned to look at you, face to face. His smile was something you had missed so much.

“You work so long” you mutter, laying your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

His eyes wandered around your face, you couldn't see it but his eyes were full of regret. “I know my dear, and I am sorry” he responded, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“Don't be, I know it's important.” His heart pangs with guilt, and he almost instantly followed up your own words with “and you are too.”

A quiet hum left you, but that was all that was said. He knew he had to make it up somehow, and that he couldn't make up for all the time he'd made you spend alone. So he did the only thing he could think of at the moment, pulling your face closer to his and giving you a kiss.

It was passionate, and loving, his feelings easily conveyed to you. Obviously you returned, arms tightening around him to get closer. The kiss was quicker than expected, but it didn't feel like it- either way you both knew that the love between you two was something that couldn't be broken by time apart (though he later promises to take more time for you).

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped yourself around Natasha. She moved around a lot, seeing as she was doing her makeup, but you didn't care- you just continued to lay on her shoulders and enjoy the smell of her hair wash.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” She asked, leaning her head on yours while her arm wrapped around your shoulders mutually- mostly so he could get her mascara out of its container. The only reply you have was a soft “mmm” and a nudge closer to her.

She laughed at that, patting your back before focusing on the mirror behind you to get her mascara on.

It's a quiet atmosphere, your breathing mixed together and the messing around of makeup were about the only thing that made noise.

Switching hands, she skillfully works around you to get her other eye- pulling back and blinking to get a good look at herself. To make sure she got it right she pulled back, her hands resting on your arms to push you back too. “C'mon Sweetheart, look at tell me if it's alright.” It was easy, staring at your girlfriend's face with her permission. A true honor.

Time felt like it stopped, her gorgeous face looking right at yours with a smile. Her arms came up to rest on your shoulders, hands connecting behind you to almost cage you- but it also caged her because your legs were locked around her in almost the same way.

“Yeah,” you mutter “looks great, Nat.” She smiled more, pulling her hands to rest on your neck and pulling you close. “Always so good to me” Natasha said, pulling your head close. The two of your bodies were so close, and you both seemed to enjoy it. No complaints when your faces were inches apart.

“Always so pretty, Nat” you mutter, leaning in and closing your eyes, your hands resting on her back. Her laugh was angelic, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours quickly- pulling back soon after, “you're lucky I haven't put any lipstick on yet” she said before leaning in to kiss you again: this time for longer.

Music floated through the air, a vinyl running of some old song he had enjoyed back in his day, before being frozen. Steve laid on his back on the bed, humming along with the song as he rubbed your back. It was night, and he always had the vinyl running at night, something that helped relax- other than being with you.

Neither of you were asleep, something that occurred often with the both of you. Insomnia, you had told him about it one time, but he didn't pay much mind to what you had said- as rude as that was.

All he thought about was that it was more time awake with you, in a nice quiet atmosphere.

He tilted his head when he heard you take a deep breath, more like a sigh. “What's up?” Steven muttered, his hand rubbing your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“‘m tired” you replied, hugging him closer. “Then why don't you go to sleep, hm?” rolling over on his side, his other arm wrapped around your back and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Not without my kiss.” Steve chuckled at this, his laugh bubbling over to where your head that laid on his chest moved along with it. “Alright, how can I neglect your nightly routine?” he said, leaning his head down and raising his hand to cup your face.

You followed suit, raising your own head and staring at his face, memorizing the soft features of his old face- though it doesn't look old, obviously because of the ice he was stuck in for years.

Unsurprisingly he leans in for a kiss, and so in turn you do too. It starts off with a quick peck, but Steve couldn't get enough, so he keeps going in for more. The more he kissed you the longer he lingered before eventually he wouldn't- no, couldn't leave your lips. They were so addicting, and even though they were slightly chapped he still thought they were the best thing in the world.

When he did pull back, he rested his face on yours, tucking it over and pulling you closer. “Sleep baby, I'll be here” he whispered, rubbing your back calmly to get you to sleep- which works. The soft music playing along with his warmth easily puts you to sleep, satisfied with your goodnight kiss. Steve stays up for awhile longer, thinking about how thankful he was to have someone like you amidst the chaos.

(Platonic)

“You both are utterly ridiculous, charging in like that,” The pair was guilty of your claim, looking down while sitting at the table “you two could've been seriously hurt. Waiting for the team to come back would've been the smart option. The scolding had gone on for a while, and both Tandy and Tyrone were accepting of it.

They weren't used to having someone to take care of them, especially after they had been out on the streets, but they were still kids. That's what puts you on edge, them being children fighting for the universe like that.

Tyrone was currently the one physically there, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie and avoiding eye contact. Tandy was the one who wanted to rush in, but he knew that whoever's idea it was didn't matter.

“We're sorry, really.” Tyrone muttered, continuing, “We thought we could hold the point until everyone came back.” He looks off to the side, his body shrinking in on itself- obviously as a defense mechanism. The poor boy.

With a sigh, you sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And I get that, I've done things like that before too- but you're both just kids…”

Tyrone whispered out a ‘yeah’ and leaned into your build. “I'm frustrated, but I know thinking stuff out in the midst of battle is hard” you comforted, patting Tyrone’s back. “Don't beat yourself up, you're both trying your best.”

Pulling Tyrone closer, you give him a kiss on the forehead. “Doing great, you're both strong for agreeing to help us all fix the entanglement.”

Before you could even process it, a flash of light blinded you for a second. When you blinked back your eyesight you saw Tandy sitting where Tyrone just was, “I want one too” she said- more like demanded. “A kiss, right here.” Tandy then pointed to her forehead, staring at you intently.

“Alright sweetheart, calm your horses.” Leaning down again you place a kiss on Tandy’s forehead too, just like you did with Tyrone.

“I worry for you both, please just wait next time.” Pulling Tandy closer, she snuggles up into your side- almost demanding all of your warmth for her and Tyrone to have, all to themselves.

It didn't take a detective to find out his hands weren't what they used to be, and while they had recovered it was still difficult from time to time.

This was one of those times.

Strange sat on the floor, legs crossed and staring down at his hands. His stare was intense, and he was definitely deep in thought- bad thoughts, you knew it all too well. Hands shaking as they laid in his lap, his fingers twitch involuntarily every few seconds.

You took it upon yourself to help him, as his partner it was a duty you took up because you knew he couldn't stop himself when he was like this. Taking his hands in yours, you pulled him onto your lap- it was comical, his large frame on top of yours when usually it'd be the other way around.

“You're doing it again,” you said, raising his hands and cupping them together before giving his knuckles a kiss. “Looking like you hate it.”

“I do” he replied, leaning his head on yours and making eye contact. “My life would've been different.” There was silence, he'd never brought that longing up before- but you knew. He wanted a normal life, he longed for it at times.

“Yeah”, you pause and look him right in the eye, “but then I'd never have met you. That'd be devastating.” You take a pout, which gets a chuckle out of him.

His hands resting on your shoulders, your hands on top of his. “Yeah” he mimics you.

The quiet between the two of you is calm, tame, and neither of you want to break it. But you do anyways, “I know it's hard for you, but you know more than anyone that dwelling on the past isn't good.”

Steven groaned quietly, turning his hand to look away before your hand shot up and grabbed his jaw- forcing him to look at you. “Hey. Don't go doing that, don't close yourself off from me.” The tone you used was demanding, yet still soft. “Love you too much to not want your baggage” you joke, smiling up at him.

Blush decorated his face, flushing over your assertiveness. Your hand on his face warmed the skin underneath, it almost burned under your hand. “Right.” He mutters, resting his forehead on yours.

With a proud smile you lean in and give him a kiss, your hand moving from his jaw to his cheek- carding through his facial hair and scratching at it slightly. His hands on your shoulders tighten their grip before moving to your upper back where he holds you close.

(Platonic)

Being friends with a living tree was an interesting thing to process, especially after learning he could talk (albeit only 3 words). Groot was a kind, gentle soul- tree, he always seemed to understand.

It was a quiet day, the two of you were talking out in a forest. Well, Groot was walking, you were on his shoulder and enjoying the view. After gaining permission from the Guardians, you took Groot to a broken part of some random universe where everything had become overgrown- assuming he'd enjoy the nature.

Which he did.

In fact, he enjoyed it a lot. So much so that he sat down halfway through your walk and just leaned on a tree. Your back hit the tree too, but it didn't bother either of you, instead you rested your hand on top of Groots head and patted it- even with how uncomfortable it was with all the spikes.

“I am Groot” he looked up at you. “What's that buddy?” You glanced down, leaning forward to see him better.

“I am Groot” he repeats, holding up his hand this time. In-between his fingers was a flower, painted a pretty blue.

“Oh Groot, it's beautiful” reaching down, you grasp the flower and bring it closer to get a better look. You can see little bugs scurry along the petals, little ants and a ladybug. “Is this for me?”

“I am Groot” he replied, smiling up at you. “Thank you Groot, I really appreciate it.” Leaning down you place a quick peck on his head, watching as the area where the kiss was planted sprouted little tiny flowers.

A pizza box was thrown into the dinner table, Clint walking past it after he dropped it into the table. He was freshly done with a game/mission and all he wanted to do was take a shower and eat junk- hence the pizza.

He paused at the bedroom door, which was cracked open, and stood there for a second before leaning forward to look inside. There he spotted you, laying on the bed on your stomach- watching a show on your shared laptop. With a grin, he opened the door and walked in as quietly as the ronin could (which was very).

Standing at the edge of the bed he peered down at the computer- some action show was playing and he could tell you weren't paying too much attention to it. Hell, you were dozing off a little, head tilting down every now and then before snapping up. ‘Adorable’, he thought to himself.

It was pretty dark outside, arguably he thought you should be asleep by now, but he knew how you were- wanting to stay up and see him come home. Raising his leg he got onto the bed, trapping your legs in-between his. Before you could even realize what was going on he flipped down, trapping you underneath him. The bed dipped under his weight not adding onto yours, and his arms wrapped around your neck.

“Hey there sweetheart” he grins, leaning his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. “Clint! You scared me” you muttered, turning and bumping his nose with yours.

A laugh bubbles from his chest, verberating into your back as he does so. “Sorry baby, couldn't help it. So happy you waited for me.” He said, cuddling up and tightening his grip on you. “I got dinner.”

You let out a hum, shutting the laptop and moving it to the side table. Shuffling the bed sheets around you leaned onto your side, bringing Barton with you, and then turning around to meet him face to face. “You stink.”

“Wha- hey! I just got back, give me a break.” He cried out, crowding your space with how close he held you. His cheek nuzzles into your hair and acts all hurt.

“Take a shower before you stink up our bed” you draw out, pretending to push him away while laughing. “C'mon, just a quick one?”

Clint pretended to think, staring at the wall behind you for a minute or two. “Alright,” he let go of you and leaned up on his arm “but give me a kiss first?” bargaining was all a part of his game.

You scoffed at his comment, but leaned up and placed a hand on his chest anyways. “Just don't use all the hot water” you mutter before leaning in and giving him a kiss. He quickly deepened the kiss, grabbing a hold of the back of your head and groaning into it before pulling away quickly- leaving you a little dazed from the unexpectedness and how tired you were.

“Alright, Pizza’s on the table.”

The TV was on and one of the various streaming platforms was open, as Hela has graciously agreed to watch a show with you. She always claimed modern entertainment was under her, but for her lover she could make an exception- you had basically begged her, saying it was something she might like. So here she is, sitting on the plush couch and an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Television wasn't her thing, being the old fashioned gal she was- and the fact that Asgardian entertainment was very different, but if you thought it would be something she might like she'd give it a try.

You pointed the remote at the screen, scrolling until you found it and clicked play on it. Hela didn't particularly care for the name or intro sequence, using the hand over your shoulder to play with your hair. Her face was close to yours, you could feel her breath on your ear if you focused hard enough.

Eventually though, something had piqued her interest- and while she did continue to play with your hair, she slowly let her attention go to the screen. It was a history show, or something that played on actual history, so interesting how it was different to Asguardian texts.

Your hair laid on her shoulder and you grabbed her hand now resting idly on your shoulder, intertwining your fingers together. “Thank you for watching with me” you mutter, rolling your eyes up to look at her face. “I really appreciate it.”

The response she gave was different from what you were expecting- a simple hum of acknowledgement- instead she leaned down and kissed the side of your head. “You mortals get excited over the smallest thing, I find it… endearing.” She said, leaning her head on yours, “only when it's you though” she corrected herself quietly.

[saltnsugarbear]

Lip with “Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” “Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” “…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” 

so like on the low i ate this up

word count: 1.0k

content warnings: KAREN SLANDER IM SO SORRY (I don't like her but I hate slut shaming more) they don't enthusiastically consent but they're both into it I'm sorry 😔, so ig dubcon, oral (m!receiving) (don't ask for this ever again), Lip is kind of mean (the voices olive got to me on that one)

side note: don't expect any bj fics again cause I hate the idea of giving men head SORRY also I like triggered my own life apocalypse (got sick at work, power went out, etc)

come celebrate!

One of Lip's favorite things about you is your competitive nature. Not that he'd ever say that out loud, but it's one of the things that endeared him to you.

It made him like pushing your buttons even more.

So complaining while you actually work on your group project is the perfect way to annoy you today. However you've stopped paying him any mind, about three minutes into his griping. So he tries a new approach.

Bringing up his most recent conquests. So obviously that means he feels the need to mention Karen.

And the fact that instead of being tutored, she gave Lip head instead. The story makes you roll your eyes, shaking your head when he comments that it's probably the best blowjob he's ever gotten.

"It could not have been that good.." You scoff, trying to focus on finishing the sentence you're writing. "Actually, I take that back. Given how big of a slut she is, she's probably had plenty of practice."

"Oh fuck you-" Lip starts.

"Am I wrong?" You challenge him quickly, glaring up from your page.

"You're just pissed off you're not getting any." He sneers. You roll your eyes, you're not having this conversation with him.

Lip takes your silence as agreement, snickering lightly. "No wonder you're so uptight, you're not getting laid."

You have to bite your tongue to keep from retorting. He's fucking insufferable.

"Everything makes so much more sense now. Because I kept asking myself, y'know, why you're such a bitch. But it makes sense now, you're not getting away so you need to take your frustrations out another way."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Gallagher. You don't know shit about who I'm fucking." You snap at him, putting your pen down none too gently.

"Right, like anyone would be able to fuck you. Probably too fucking tight up there, can't even get a finger in you." Lip's look is gloating, like he's won some verbal sparring match.

You don't know why you're moving. Pushing out of your chair and tugging Lip's back. Lip sputters at the abruptness of your yanking, arms flying out for balance. Once there's enough space for you, you quickly step in between his legs before dropping down to your knees.

You're a little surprised at the small tent in Lip's slacks already, scoffing after you piece it together. "You get off on the sound of your own voice?"

"What? No. What are you-" You cut Lip's questioning off quickly, pushing yourself up to rest on your toes so you can easily rest your arm on his thigh as you press your palm against his half hard dick. Lip's words are muddled as you bully him through the fabric, fighting himself for some composure.

With one last squeeze, you bring both of your hands to his hips, pulling him forward until he's sitting at the very edge. You don't miss how he inhales sharply at your rough handling.

Once he's positioned better, you sit flat on your feet before looking up at him through your lashes and leaning forward, licking at his erection through his slacks. Lip groans as you continue to mouth at his cock, head falling back as you suck softly around the fabric.

Once you're satisfied with the wet patch you've made in his pants, you bring your hands to unbutton and unzip them before tugging them down slightly. Lip helps you out by lifting his hips up, letting drag them down past his knees. Your saliva bled through his pants, dampening his boxers where you had been teasing him.

Taking your time, you go back to mouthing at his erection. You can hear him shifting above you, glancing up to see him bring his hands around. Lip's hands are pushy as they hold the back of your head.

"Uh-uh.." You pull away from his bulge, catching his wrists before leaning forward and tucking them behind his back. "Those stay there."

"Fuck..." Lip mutters.

"Lift." You tap his hips as you curl your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Lip is a quick listener, lifting his hips up so you can tug his boxers down to his pants. He breathes out heavily when his cock springs free, hitting his stomach.

You're quick to take him in your mouth, sliding your tongue along the underneath of his length. There's a sense of pride as Lip struggles to form any words, the only things leaving his mouth a mix of whines and groans.

"Fuck, wait- shit-" Lip grunts as you sink back down to the base, glancing up at him with your nose brushing against his happy trail. "Mm- fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?"

You hum around his length, feeling how he twitches in your mouth before pulling all the way off.

"Well, the noises you're making are a pretty good indication of how you like it." You grin up at him, bringing your hand to wrap around the base of his cock.

"...God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it's turning me on even more." Lip's eyes are lidded as he looks down at you, watching as you slowly jerk him off. You roll your eyes at him, leaning back towards his cock.

"I liked you better when you could barely speak," you tell him before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of him.

"Fuu- ughh.." Lip grunts as you suckle at his head. His hips buck up into your mouth, pushing himself farther in. You hum sharply, taking your hands away from his base and pushing back against his hips. Lip breathes heavily as you keep his hips in place, flicking your tongue over the slit before pressing gently at the underside of his head.

"Wait-" Lip chokes out, hips bucking up again. "Shit, shit- fuck-"

Lip's release is thick on your tongue and you're quick to open your mouth, letting him watch as his cum coats your tongue. Doing such makes Lip swear, another rope covering your tongue. You pull away from him, sticking your tongue out for him to see all of his release before making a show of swallowing it.

"Still think she gave you the best blowjob of your life?"

[saltnsugarbear]

when i tell i read your richie fic daily. the one abt him not shutting up, even during sex. makes me want to see more of him just yapping about stupid shit while in the act🙏

WAAAAHHHH THANK YOU

I'm hoping the Richie and carmy bugs come back around when the new season drops i apologize to my little corner of Bear/JAW nation for being so Bob-pilled lately (but i see some of you have also been bob pilled, it delights me)

ive seen a bunch of fics where hes a yapper and brother just loves to talk, it makes his dirty talk rather potent if only he could stfu

I think he complains about Carmy during the foreplay after work and you're like omg stfu about carmy I'm trying to fuck you

and maybe it's sometimes the sound of his voice that gets you, it doesn't matter you've heard the story a dozen times, its the cadence in his speech and just raaahhh

but his tendency to talk also definitely makes his dirty talk so bad because he walks you through everything, he describes everything, and his praise or degradation is so distinctive and he mixes the two together in a way that makes your head spin

hes not silver tongued by any means but jfc does he know how to use his words to make you weak in the knees

anyways ily anon, I'm hoping to be Richie pilled again soon because I love him so bad and I'm actually kind of bummed I dont have much Richie stuff cause Forks is my favorite episode and it made me more keen on him afterwards. my old man <3

(i made a joke about being attracted to Ebon's The Thing AND WHY DID OLIVE SHAME ME IN THE GC???) (its just ebon that I wanna fuck i swear)

[saltnsugarbear]

no fr bob just ONE squeeze of that ass. just one. pls

giggling cause Lewis Pullman has virtually no ass

that is a Flat White if I've ever seen one!!

anyways Bob gets soso flustered if you pinch his butt or smack his ass when you walk by

[saltnsugarbear]

Congrats on 200!! This celebration is so fun! I would love to request the prompt “This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.” with Lip!

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!! i leaned heavily into the themes of Shameless I'm so sorry, fucking at a funeral, afab reader genitalia, unprotected sex,

side note: I'm picturing specifically the bathroom of the venue of the wedding i went to in February and it was in a like a vet association place so a VA in rural Wisconsin.

You didn't really know the deceased.

They were a friend of your parents and therefore you were dragged along. Seeing the eldest Gallaghers was a surprise to you. Chicago could be so small sometimes.

It's impossible to focus on the service with Lip staring at you. He's not even being subtle. He's been trying to float around you all afternoon, trying to get you alone while you were trying to help set up.

The service ends up being much later, as you wait for people to come in and gather. But you're sitting with your mom silently in one of the rows closest to the podium and bouquet of lilies in the front of the room. You didn't expect the Gallaghers to sit in the row over from you. They're also a row up, which gives Lip the opportunity to glance back at you as much as he pleased.

At a certain point you couldn't stand it anymore, clenching your jaw as you refrain from making a scene yelling at Lip. You sigh softly, deciding there was only one way for you to get this over with.

"Gonna go check on the food," you tell your mom, placing a reassuring hand on her arm before getting up.

It's no surprise when Lip gets up and follows you into the small kitchen area across from the bar. You pause at the sink, back turned to the serving window when Lip walks in. He joins you by the sink and you're quick to start shoving him farther back into the kitchen, towards the industrial dishwasher and three compartment sink.

"What is your problem?" You ask him, voice hushed so you can't be overheard.

"My problem?" He asks you, quirking a brow at you.

"Yes, your problem. You have a fucking staring problem. And instead of looking sad at a funeral, like you should, you look like you're waiting to fuck me in the back alley like you used to." Your voice is a rough whisper that can be hidden under the noise of mourners talking outside of the kitchen.

Lip scoffs and rolls his eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You think I wanna fuck you?"

"Oh, don't make me laugh, it's written all over your face." You cross your arms. Lip looks at you for a long moment, before reaching up to undo his tie with one hand. The motion confuses you, making you furrow your brow as you watched. Once his tie is undone, he brings it to rest around his neck plainly.

"What the fuck does that mean?" You ask, assuming it was how he wanted to respond to your statement. Which made no sense in any sort of matter other than he agreed to it.

Instead of answering you, Lip just takes a step towards you. In reaction, you can't help but step back. He takes a second step forward. Then a third. Then...

The fourth step has you both chest to chest with your back against the counter. He holds eye contact with you for a long time, searching for something you don't know. "What are you doing?"

Your voice is soft and quiet. Like you're trying to keep a secret. You can't do much but watch as Lip reaches for your wrist. You don't think much of it until he starts leading you out of the room. That's when it hits you he's not taking you back to the service room.

"What are you doing?" You hiss at Lip again as he drags you past the bar and arcade machines to the bathroom. For some reason he chooses the women's room, shouldering the door open and pulling you in.

"Lip, what-" You're cut off by his mouth on yours as Lip pushes you up against the door. Distantly, you can hear the door lock slide in place but it's background noise compared to Lip's presence around you.

You're reminded how intoxicating Lip can be. He's got one hand gripping your chin and the other lifting one of your legs up to bring your core against his half hard erection. He grinds against you, making you gasp and welcome him to explore your mouth. He practically inhales the whine that leaves your throat when he gives a particularly harsh rut against you.

Lip sets your leg down as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw. Your chest rises quickly as you try and catch your breath, sighing as he bites at your neck. Clapping outside of the door reminds you of where you are.

"This is wrong," you try and rationalize. Trying to maintain some shred of dignity.

"So wrong," Lip agrees, but his voice is distant as he rolls his hips into you. The force makes you grunt, pressing your hands flat against the door behind you. He's fumbling with the buttons of your pants, undoing them sloppily before shoving them down your legs.

"We're at a funeral.." You pant out, trying to remind him as Lip grabs your hips and walks backwards. Contrary to your words, you follow him and let Lip lift you onto the counter next to the sink.

"Uh-huh.." Lip agrees before bringing you into a messy kiss. It's all hot breathing and the cold linoleum counter top against the backs of your thighs. Both your fingers are fighting to undo his pants and dress shirt, pressing the fabric roughly against his skin. The sound of his belt coming undone echoes through the bathroom, dropping to the floor and skittering as he kicks it away.

While he undoes the button of his jeans, you start pushing off his suit jacket it. Lip lets it fall to the ground with his belt, favoring shoving his pants and boxers down. While he's distracted you lifts your hips and shove off your underwear, pulling it off your ankle and setting it under you to have some barrier between you and the counter.

Lip doesn't let you prepare much before he's nudging up against your entrance. He slides up to nudge your clit with his head, making you bite your lower lip to quiet yourself. He scoffs as you try and keep quiet, shaking his head because he knows the charade won't last.

The feeling of him pushing into you makes you gasp, arching into him as you slap a hand over your mouth. Lip let's you breathe for a moment, letting you adjust to the intrusion. He places soft kisses to the parts of your collarbone he can reach, coaxing you to relax. As you do, Lip pushes farther into you, causing you to whine as you bite down on your knuckles.

The groan that tears through both of you once he's fully nestled in you, echoes throughout the bathroom. You sigh heavily at the feeling, closing your eyes as Lip soothes a thumb over your hip. With your eyes closed, Lip finds it easier to press kisses over your face; kissing your cheeks gently, moving over your nose and kissing between your brows.

You give him the go ahead by jerking your hips upwards, whining when his length presses against your walls.

When he starts, Lip has a messy pace. Starting off fast, pounding into you in a way that has you squealing and shoving a knuckle between your teeth. The sound of skin against skin fills the bathroom so loudly you're sure someone will hear you.

Oh shit.

Someone could hear you.

"Wait- Lip, wait-" You get out. Barely. But the second the words are out of your mouth, Lip stops.

"What? What's wrong?" Lip shifts his hips like he's going to pull out but you're quickly tugging him back into you.

"Need-" You sigh heavily. "Need to be quieter... Slower.."

Realization takes over his expression, sighing 'oh' softly as he shifts on his feet. Now, Lip is no stranger to slow sex, it's just not his preferred style. But he understands the situation enough that he actually listens to you.

Lip's thrusts are slow and deep. Setting a slow and steady pace instead of a fast and rough one. Instead of fucking you like he usually did.

"Missed ya.." Lip grunts, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into you. He found a way to make even the most intimate sex, rough and grabby.

"Yeah?" You ask breathlessly, trying to maintain some form of indifference. Like you didn't also miss him. "Or did you jus' miss- fuck- miss fuckin' me?"

Lip huffs at you, punishing your words with a a shallow thrust, causing you to whine.

"Maybe both," he grins as you lean your head back against the wall.

You sigh as Lip wraps an arm around you, holding your opposite hip tight as he leans a hand against the counter behind you. The grip he gets on you let's him thrust into you better. He manages to set a steady rhythm to his thrusting, making your mouth drop open as he punctuates each one with a smooth roll of his hips.

The little roll manages to create a delightful friction between your clit and Lip's happy trail, providing enough stimulation to keep you on a steady track to your own release. But Lip knows your body well enough. He knows when to bring his hand off the counter, instead letting you rest back again so he can split his fingers around where he sinks into you.

He uses the slick from both of you to coat his fingertips before he slides them up to rub at your clit. His steady movements makes you whine, making your legs clamp around his hips.

"Oh, fuck- fuck-" You whine, jolting up to bury your face in his shirt as your orgasm washes over you. You can't help but wrap your hands in his shirt, holding Lip close while he continues to rut into you messily. He grunts above you, giving you a few more sharp thrusts before you feel him twitch inside of you. "

"Shit-" He grunts, rolling his hips idly as he sighs into your hair.

Your forehead rests against his shoulder, breathing heavily as you catch your breath.

"Think anyone noticed we're gone?" Lip jostled you with his movements, nudging his shoulder against your forehead.

"Probably.." You sigh, lifting your head up and place your hands on the counter to keep yourself propped up.

"Should probably do something about that," he makes a circular gesture around his face but you know he means yours. "You look like you just got fucked instead of like you're mourning."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes at Lip. But you probably do look like a mess compared to when you left the service.

"Again? Already? Y'sure?" Lip asks with a grin, tilting his head to one side.

"Idiot.." You huff, pushing him away with your knees so you can slide off the counter.

"Wanna um..." Lip hesitates as he kicks his belt along the floor a little. "Wanna go by Patsy's after?"

"Patsy's?" You ask him before turning over to face the mirror. Lip was right, you look like you've just had sex not like you're ready to attend a funeral. He makes a noncommittal noise as he ducks down to grab his belt and jacket from the floor.

"Mean figure I should buy you dinner after fucking you like that.." He shrugs as he reloops it and tucks in his dress shirt again.

"Never got me dinner before," You remind him as you adjust your appearance, wetting your fingers with water from the sink to wipe your face. You can see him moving in the corner of your eye as you finish adjusting your appearance to something that's at least a little bit presentable.

When you turn back to him, Lip has your pants in his hands. He's turning them so the button faces him when he looks up at you. Instead of handing them over, Lip comes to stand in front of you and kneels down, holding the pants out for you. You huff again as you place a hand on his shoulder when you step into your pants, letting Lip pull them up for you as he stands. He pulls you close by your hips, zipping up your pants and redoing your own belt.

"What d'ya say?" He asks softly, not letting go of you just yet.

"Lip.." You sigh softly, bringing your hands to flatten the suit jacket he's put back on.

"Just dinner. That's it." He tells you, looking at you with wide blue eyes.

You sigh again, buttoning his jacket for him before you place your hands over his.

"Okay.." You say and he's kissing you once the word is out. You let out a surprised hum, bringing a hand to his face to pull away a little.

"Just dinner." You remind him. Lip nods distractedly, looking at your lips and then your eyes quickly.

"Just dinner.." He repeats before kissing you again.

You already know it's going to be more than just dinner.

[saltnsugarbear]

congrats on 200! love your writing <3

i'd like to request “Oh God, yes, just like that. Keep— keep going.” with carmy pls

im so fucking insane over this

word count: 0.6k

content warnings: MDNI!!! pervy roommate Carmy, stolen underwear, getting off with that underwear, pillow humping, sort of voyeurism?? maybe??, reader is having sex but like across the hall behind closed doors so

side note: this came to me in a flash I wrote this in like an hour holy shit

He didn't mean to get a hold of your underwear. Carmy was doing his laundry, folding clothes and hanging them and it just fall out.

He remembers it very clearly. When he was putting a hoodie on a hangar and a small piece of fabric fell out. Imagine his embarrassment when the fabric was a pair of black panties covered in little cherries. God, he can still feel the warmth from how flushed his face got, cheeks and ears probably bright pink.

And the problem is Carmy can't just sneak into your room to put it back. He can't because whenever he is home, you're home. You're asleep when he's leaving for work and you're up when he's getting back from The Beef, there's never a good time to put it back.

So Carmy just hid it under his bed, letting it sit in the dark where he could forget about it.

And he did forget about it. For a while.

Until tonight.

And it's not your fault, truly not your fault, that the walls are thin. It's not your fault that Carmy can hear you through the walls. And it's certainly not your fault how his body is reacting or the fantasies that are running around his head.

At first he thought he could get away from it, distract himself with dishes and food over the sounds your making across the hall. Keep his mind off the stirring in his boxers by any means.

But it got to be too much at your first cry of frustration. The quiet pleading that came after, your sobbing and begging to come.

Carmy's hand flew to his erection almost immediately, rutting up into his palm when he makes contact. He tries to pace his hand movements in time with your moaning, but it's not enough.

Something in him remembers. He doesn't know what part but Carmy is rolling over quickly, sticking his hand under his bed and patting around until he makes contact with fabric. He wraps his fingers in the material and brings it out from under as he shoves off his boxers.

The idea of wrapping your underwear around his cock isn't enough. He needs something solid, something underneath him.

He's moving automatically as he grabs his pillow and lays your underwear over the side. Carmy lays one arm above his head and one in front of his face, perfect placing just incase he has to quiet himself. Positioning himself is easy, keeping one leg tucked up as he pushes his hips up against the pillow.

The pressure of pushing himself against the fabric is maddening, causing him to grind into it. He slowly finds the rhythm of your moans and applies it to his grinding. He's surprised by how fast it is, whining at the rough and quick drag of the fabric under his cock.

It doesn't even register to him that he's being a little loud, his own quieter moans being masked by yours across the hall. He presses his muttering into the fabric, almost trying to melt into the mattress.

"Oh, yes, just like that," Carmy mutters into the mattress, bucking his hips up against his pillow. "Keep- Keep going.."

His words get more slurred the quicker he grinds his hips. Soon he's nothing but a whining, moaning mess against his sheets. And he's hoping to God that you or the person you've brought over can't hear him.

"Fuck- fuck- shit.." Carmy mutters when he feels the band in his stomach snap. He bites the fabric under him to muffle his whines, stomach clenching at the warm spurts of cum against his skin.

His breathing settles as his hips twitch at the slight overstimulation from him grinding. Carmy huffs as he lets go of the fabric in his mouth, laying back against the bed as he comes down.

He groans when it hits him. The reality of it all. Carmy shoves his pillow off the bed before rolling back don't his stomach, covering his eyes with his arm.

He's going to have to wash his sheets.

[ellka-holim]

Cloak & Dagger - Thou Shalt Not Covet

Cloak & Dagger chapter 12 has been posted!

Things are starting to get NASTY. Copia is in for it!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I can't wait to reveal more of the story to you again.

Let me know what you think, it was a lot of fun to write a very catty and sassy Terzo.

Take care and I'll see you in the next chapter! <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27199279/chapters/164642845

[caratheewriter]

"I was over love, thought I had enough, then I found you" - Tyrone Johnson (Cloak) x Reader

Synopsis: You are a descendant of New Orleans' voodoo queen, Marie Laveau. She also happens to be the grand-daughter of the owner of the church that Tandy lives in. One day she goes to visit her but finds a stranger in her place.

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): light swearing

Word Count: 349

You walk into the church, immediately covering your eyes. "Tandy, I don't know if you are decent right now, but I brought some food!"

After a few seconds of silence, you put your hand down. That is not Tandy. There's a boy. Tall, dark, and handsome... and shirtless.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell am I?! Who the hell are you and why are you in my church?!"

The boy quickly puts his shirt on, "Your church? You don't look like a pastor."

You roll your eyes. The audacity of this boy. "I'm not a pastor. I'm too hot for that, and I'm not that religious. I do own this church though. Where's Tandy, kid?"

"First, don't call me kid. You look younger than me. Second, Tandy's staying with her mom now. And, my name's Tyrone. Tyrone Johnson."

Not gonna lie, you weren't paying attention he was saying. Your mind still stuck on his shirtless frame. You usually make it habit to not gawk at attractive people, but you can't help it. The guy's cute af!

"Well Tyrone Johnson, I won't tell anyone you're here seeing as how I literally just met you. Please do clean up a little, I have a thing about cleanliness. Also, my name's Y/n Laveau, nice to meet you."

"Laveau? Like Marie Laveau?"

"Yep, she's my great-great-great-great something. I don't know."

"That's actually pretty cool." Tyrone seemed genuinely interested which surprised you because the name usually brought stares, free food, and sometimes discounts.

"I guess. So, I'll just stay here in case Tandy comes over." Totally not because you want more time with tall, dark, and handsome. Not at all.

"Sure. I mean, this is your church; I can't tell you what to do in it."

You made yourself comfortable as you could on the cold stone ground. Reminding yourself of the times, you would come just to admire the stained glass. You look over at Tyrone.

"Come here. Lay with me."

Tyrone walks over and lays next to you. Putting a good amount of space between you.

"Let's wait together."

Fin.