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Where We Were When the Stars Came Out

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky and you take a momentary break from the chaos of your lives.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: brief mentions of past violence; references to PTSD; lots of fluff and coziness

Author’s Note: I honestly needed that fluffiness after all the angst of the fics before. So we can all thank my lovely dear for requesting this sweetness!! I hope you'll enjoy ♡

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They told you to take time.

They told you to make the best out of the little time off you got.

The last mission ended with too much blood in the soil, and Bucky’s hands were shaking again, and you started storing your panic behind your teeth.

So you left.

Not far. Not long. But far enough. Long enough.

Tony promised you some five-star hotel on some Caribbean island. But Bucky and you declined without hesitation. Because that’s not what you both thought of.

The cabin you are staying at isn’t fancy at all. It creaks like it has knees, groans like an old man when the wind pushes too hard at its bones. The wood is worn in places, kissed silver by time, and the windows fog up if you so much as look at them with a hot drink in your hands.

It sits quietly in the folds of a forgotten forest, between sloping hills and trees that reach toward the sky.

There is a lake nearby, flowing and bubbling along so serenely. Birds skim its surface in the mornings. You’d watch them from the window, your fingers curled around a chipped ceramic mug, back pressed against Bucky’s chest, his arms around you, his head on yours.

The world doesn’t know how to find you here.

And you don’t ask it to.

You cooked with what little the kitchen allowed earlier today. Bucky found joy in chopping vegetables with a dedication so high, as if it meant something. You teased him for measuring salt as if it mattered, as if it wasn’t just the two of you eating in socks with mismatched mugs and nowhere to be.

He burned the grilled cheese this morning because he just couldn’t stop kissing you on the countertop, worshipping you with his lips, his tongue, his hands, his voice.

The smoke alarm had screamed loud enough to wake the trees and he’d cursed under his breath, waving a towel around like the old man he is. You only laughed, leaned over the kitchen counter with your elbows popped up and soft eyes. He blamed the pan, the stove, the altitude. Because kissing you, he claimed, was never the problem.

The second sandwich came out golden, perfect, cut into triangles, and plated with too much pride. It tasted like freedom and cheese and warmth and Bucky’s love.

There are books left by strangers on the shelf. Dog-eared pages and notes in the margins. You'd read them aloud on the couch, legs tangled, your ankle over his. His hand absentminded in your hair, his thumb brushing behind your ear every few minutes like a compass realigning north.

He didn’t talk much but his kisses were hot like firelight.

And he listened as if the words were balm. Sometimes he closed his eyes. Not asleep, just still. Relishing.

You like him best like that. Breathing. Not bracing.

Tonight, you sit on the terrace.

It’s quiet here too. Just the two of you and the cold at the edge of the world, trying to sneak in past the seams of the wool blanket stretched over your bodies. Bucky is meticulous, always has been, especially with you - he tugs the corners down, beneath your knees, under your arms, around your shoulders, making sure your feet are covered like maybe he thinks the cold could steal you away.

“Warm enough?” he whispers lowly into your ear, accompanying the question with a soft kiss to the side of your head.

You nod with a contented hum, your cheek pressed against the curve of his chest, listening to the metronome of his heart.

The sky is a bruise fading into velvet. The kind of dark that is anything but empty. The kind of sky that reminds you how much you two survived to witness this.

The stars come slow.

As if they, too, have something to savor.

As if they know that you are watching.

“Do you hear that, love?” he asks, voice like soft gravel right at your ear.

You blink. Listen. The wind. An owl, somewhere far off. Leaves rustling like paper.

“What?” you whisper, looking up at him.

“Nothing,” he says, grinning. “That’s the point.”

With a soft giggle, you kiss his jaw and move even closer, half in his lap, finding the dip of his shoulder, his arms around you pulling you into his warmth. He rests his chin on your hair, and you both exhale as if you’ve been holding your breath for years.

It smells like pine needles and earth. Like whatever he used in his beard. Like late nights that don’t come with battle plans.

Bucky is holding you as if he finally found something worth staying still for.

“I forgot there were this many stars,” you murmur absently.

Bucky doesn’t answer right away. Just looks up.

The stars have scattered themselves wildly across the sky, without pattern or apology. Bold and endless. Unfiltered. And Bucky traces them as if he is learning something, relearning the night. As if maybe he’d forgotten how to exist in a world where the sky didn’t end in fire.

“You see that one?” he points with a chin tilt, keeps his head pressed against yours. “Looks like a crooked arrow.”

You blink up. “No way. That’s clearly a lopsided cat.”

He laughs. Real and unguarded. Head back, mouth wide, nothing hidden.

And just like that, the sky isn’t the most beautiful thing in front of you.

You shift closer. He pulls you tighter. Kisses your hair.

“Okay,” you start softly, tipping your head up. “Pick one.”

Bucky hums half beside, half behind you. Thoughtful. His breath touches your hair as he shifts, metal arm tightening around your waist. He lifts his flesh hand, pointing toward a crooked mess of stars to the northeast.

“That one. Looks like a bird. Maybe a hawk.”

You squint. “More like a chicken,” you hum, grinning.

He glances at you. There’s a smirk playing on his mouth. Soft. Secretive.

“You’ve got no imagination, doll,” he states, a breathy laughter in his voice.

You scoff, playful. “I do have imagination. That’s why I see a chicken, babe.”

His smile is crooked. His eyes are full of adoration.

Your eyes continue tracing the constellations.

You are quiet for a beat, then you point higher, farther to a cluster shaped like that smile you love.

“That one,” you say quietly. “That’s you.”

He doesn’t look. Not right away.

“What do you mean?”

You let your fingers rest against his chest, right over his heart. “Don’t know. It’s just beautiful.”

He laughs. Quiet and startled as if the sound just slipped out before he had time to be afraid of it. You forget to breathe at the intense way he looks at you.

“God,” he breathes. Swallows. “I don’t know how you do it, sweetheart.”

“Do what?”

His flesh hand slips under your chin, tilts your face toward his as if he needs you to really see him.

“Make it easy to be soft.”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, leans his forehead to yours and you watch him close his eyes.

“I’m happy to be of service,” you whisper fondly with a hint of teasing and he presses his smile against yours. Your half-lidded eyes close fully.

“I like it here,” you breathe against his lips.

He takes a deep breath that is filled with you. “Yeah,” he exhales. “Me too.”

“I could stay here forever with you,” you sigh sweetly.

“We could make it forever.”

Your eyes open and you meet his. There is a constellation in his baby blues as well. Their vastness is filled to the brim. As if someone dropped the whole sky in his eyes and never claimed it back. His emotions spread like stars. Tiny and shiny dots. So much glitter that nobody ever intended to clean off.

Before you can answer, something bright streaks across the sky overhead.

A meteor.

You gasp, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Make a wish,” you cheer in a whisper, a wide smile blooming on your mouth.

But Bucky doesn’t even look away from you for a second. And he doesn’t give himself a second to think about another answer.

“I don’t need to,” he murmurs tenderly, adoring. Full of love. “You’re right here.”

He pulls you closer again.

And you let him. You don’t laugh.

Because he said it without flinching. Because his fingers are steady and strong against your skin. Because his heartbeat is slow and in rhythm. Because the stars are out and they are not competing with headlights or gunfire or the screaming ache of the past.

Out here they just exist.

Out here the sky remembers how to be quiet.

And so do you.

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: An argument in a pub garden take an interesting turn...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI. PWP. Alfresco, slightly exhibitionist, oral sex (m to f), vaginal fingering, gagging. Arguing as foreplay. Frenemies to sudden lovers.

Word Count: 1.5k (this is so far from 250 words max its LAUGHABLE)

Authors Note: This is filth. I'm not even sorry. The third of my 2k follower celebration drabble request fills (ask here). prompts: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” And “I fucking hate you”. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

He is making you so angry your blood feels like it is boiling in your veins.  He also turns you on so much you feel weak in your knees, which somehow makes you even angrier.

“Fuck off, Bridgerton!” you grouse, stalking away, down the side of the country pub wall, back to the now almost pitch-black pub garden.

“No! How about you listen to me for once, gods sake!!” Benefict gruffs, following you.

It’s so uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice, but he seems just as overwrought as you right now. He screws his eyes shut and throws back his head in frustration, and you can't help but stare at the profile of his prominent Adam’s apple as he swallows heavily, framed as it is by the string of outdoor lights on the fence nearby.

“Listen,” he says, calmer, eyes still shut. “Let’s agree to disagree on this.” 

“Don't do that,” your anger flaring again. “Don’t back down in a fight.”

He tilts his head back down and looks at you incredulously. “You actually want a fight?” He fixes you with a blistering stare and cocks his head to the side, studying you intently as you stand there, hands on hips, breathing heavily, flushed, and irritated. Then something akin to a lightbulb goes off behind his eyes, and butterflies roar to life in your stomach.

“You are aroused by this, aren't you?” it's in a register you've never heard from him before.

You splutter in indignation and flex your hands, not knowing how to answer that very truthful statement. You hate that he's right.

“I fucking hate you,” you spit. An evasion.

He takes a step towards you, and a predatory grin begins to take shape.

“No, you don't,” he challenges.

Another step.

You glance around the deserted pub garden, suddenly cornered, akin to a wild animal trapped by a poacher. And so very, very overheated. 

“Take off your skirt,” he orders apropos of nothing. You stumble on your sandal.

“What??”

“You heard me,” he growls, his voice dropping an octave as he takes another step closer. “Take. It. Off.”

“We are in a bloody pub garden!” you exclaim, but you can't conceal the panting breath it takes to say it.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” he snarls, and something floods through your system at how wild his expression is. It's a wash of chemicals, unlike anything you’ve experienced in years. Whoever the fuck this Benedict is, you need him like you need air. 

You back up as he takes another step, and your calves hit the wooden edge of a picnic bench; you have to reach back to stop yourself from toppling over. And yet still, he is advancing on you.

“Sit. Down,” he commands through gritted teeth, right in front of you now.

You have lost all power of speech except the squeak as he grabs your hips and roughly plants you on the tabletop—the lichen cool of the wood slats seeping through the thin cotton of your skirt.

“You need to calm the fuck down,” he opines, pulling your legs open roughly, and you squeak again as air swirls around your soaked underwear. “Cat got your tongue suddenly?” he preens; you can't even look away from his triumphant smirk.

A warm hand encircles your entire kneecap, and you gasp as he runs it up your leg, pushing your skirt up as he goes, his grip encompassing the entire width of your thigh.

“I am going to eat you out; maybe then you will be in a better mood,” he offers casually as your mouth drops open.

“What if I don’t want that?” you counter weakly. A total lie too.

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “I can smell that's a lie,” he rumbles.

You make a little noise, halfway between a sigh and a moan; you feel his victorious smile against your cheek as a long finger unfurls its grip around your thigh and brushes featherlight over the gusset of your knickers. You inhale sharply, time standing still for a moment.

Then there is a frenzy of movement as he pushes you down on the tabletop and drops to the bench seat, pushing aside your underwear and driving his face right between your legs, instant heat and suction.

“Holy sh…..” you cry, grasping the wood by your head, needing something to ground you.

He is not even polite about it. Nor is he remotely hesitant, driving his tongue deep into your fleshy folds and groaning as he does so, the vibration shaking your throbbing clit.

“Fuck Ben….” you gasp, your legs falling open wider at the press of his hands on your inner thighs.

His mouth opens wide, and he sucks on your clit so hard you have to swivel and bite your own wrist to stop from yelling. It's all heat and sensation, and it’s dizzyingly fast. But not in a bad way. Just in the sense of sheer intensity.

Then two long fingers plunge into your pussy. You squeal at the shock and then groan at the feel of his wide knuckles pushing you open. 

“Shut up,” he chides, pulling back a fraction, but there is no malice in it; in fact, it sounds bemused and a touch boastful.

For once, you do as you are told. Possibly the first time ever. Folding your lips under your teeth and staring up at the stars, still not certain this isn't some kind of fevered dream.

You are mildly ashamed of the squelching sounds he is wringing from your body, but then he flattens his tongue out wide and pulses it over your nub… and you really don't give a shit anymore. Just so fucking gone on the feeling. Fuck, a group of people could walk out of the pub, and you'd plead with him to just keep going.

He redoubles his efforts, making filthy sodden noises as he pulls your swollen bud hard into his mouth, those sinful fingers hooking deep. You can feel a pull inside, a tense feeling that signals you are so close to coming.

You reach down and grab his hair, which spurs on him, wrapping his hands around your hips and bodily heaving you closer, the wood abrading your bum cheeks.

“I can tell you're teetering now; I can feel those ripples right….” His fingers spear against your g-spot, “...there!” 

You cant help the loud cry that rips from your lungs. Benedict rears back, his fingers withdrawing and leaving you wanting, roughly pulling off the underwear he had merely pushed aside until now. You startle as he looms over you, pulling your jaw down, your mouth dropping open. He shoves your own pants into your mouth, tart and damp.

“I said shut up, didn't I?” he glowers.

You are utterly, utterly gone. This isn't anything like you expected Benedict to be. And fuck, if it isn't so hot, you can't do anything but stare wide-eyed and nod your assent, your clit distended and throbbing painfully in the cold night air. 

“Good,” he nods, then drops out of your eye line.

The ferocity with which he buries his face into you, his nose pressing deep into your flesh, stubble on his chin itching your labia, his tongue swirling, his fingers plunging back into you. It’s a blindingly intense, almost violent, deluge of sensation.

Your yell is muffled by the material in your mouth, and you take deep, snuffled breaths through your nose, throwing your head side to side and digging your fingernails hard into the table as he spirals you higher and higher and higher. Every ounce of your body is held in tension, as if you are fighting your orgasm, not wanting this to end.

With a flick of his fingers and a spear of his tongue, the tide breaks inside; you convulse so hard his fingers are repelled from your body, utterly soaked. Behind your gag, you are screaming nonsense as he has to fight your body, engaging his upper body strength to hold you down and open, his mouth never stopping its assault, dragging it out into something that makes your whole body quiver, teeth grinding on cotton, your vision whiting out.

Then slowly, you are coming back into your own body. He is hovering over you and gently removing your underwear from your mouth, an entirely smug look on his face that gleams with your juices.

“Please, please tell me you are in a better mood now,” he sighs, but he can't help but break into a boyish grin that seems entirely at odds with what he was just doing.

And you are unable to stop the giggle that erupts from inside. “I might be,” you smile back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, watching your eyes dilate even further. “Oh would you look at that?” he chuckles darkly, “I think I finally know how to get you to behave.”

“Wouldnt you like to try Mr Bridgerton?” you flirt outrageously, your tone intentionally pitched to tease.

“Yes, I fucking would,” he answers, pulling you up and wrapping you into his arms, “you are coming home with me.” 

It's not even a question. It's a statement. And it's wholly accurate.

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Anon asked: Skinny Dipping for Jake from enhypen

Warnings;;

F2Ls, exhibitionism (skinny dipping that leads to pool sex), very sweet Jake, two dorks really, fluffy smut… until it isn’t? umm… he kinda went dom?? ‘Soft on the streets, Dom in the sheets’ Jake, vaginal fingering, a bit rough… oh some degradation / dirty talk Fem!reader who is shorter than Jake!

Notes;; 

Forgot this was meant to be a drabble so I had to stop myself before it got too long, oop

Part of my It’z Our Summer 2022 Event

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   It’s almost one in the morning and you’re freezing. After a series of bad decisions and peer pressure you’ve found yourself wading into the pool. Your bikini shows off too much skin but in comparison to what you’re expected to do next, you look like a saint.

   Cold water laps at your skin as you walk along the bottom. Once it reaches your neck you pause, risking a glance at the balcony above you. All your friends are hanging off the edge, cheering you on to varying degrees. Some are twirling your abandoned clothes over their heads while others are singing off-tune to the music playing inside. All of them, however, are loud and you wish they’d shut up. It’s hard enough to complete this stupid dare without them ogling you the entire time. Still, you aren’t one to back away from a challenge, so with a heavy sigh you reach behind your back and unclasp your bikini top.

   Overhead the pack of idiots crescendo into an unintelligible chant. Warmth tinges your cheeks as you slip the strings off your arms. The thin material floats to the surface. You wrap your arms around your chest before once more checking on the crowd. No wonder the guys had been so eager for you to do this – the angle from the balcony provides a bird’s eye view to your cleavage. Dropping down lower, you press your lips into a tight line as the water licks at your face.

   It isn’t until the crowd demands your final piece of clothing that you start to move again. This time you hesitate as you dip into the cold depths, fingers lingering on the waistband of your bottoms. They are adamant in their cries but, in reality, it isn’t too late to back out. Whittling away at your courage, you mull it over for a few seconds before deciding against it. While you could handle the guys, your girlfriends will concoct a punishment ten times worse than some midnight skinny dipping. With a sharp inhale, you lift your legs up and out of the swimsuit.

   “Okay, I did–”

   “Oi! Get lost! Go inside!”

   There’s shouting above you. Your eyes snap up toward the commotion and widen once you realise the group has dispersed. With no one looking down at you, your attention darts toward the back door. A few seconds pass in relative silence. The door remains closed. Biting your lip, you inch toward the pool’s edge, gripping the smooth concrete as you tilt your head back and forth. You’re alone in the yard.

   A shiver crawls down your spine and you’re once more reminded of how chilly the night air is.

   With lazy kicks, you swim toward the stairs. Despite your initial protests, you can’t deny how pleasant the water feels against your bare skin. If there weren’t so many people watching, you might have found this dare fun. Though now that you’re in the dark with only the pool lights illuminating the surrounding area, you wouldn’t mind if the crowd returned. Hell, even just a single person would be appre–

   “Hey, I brought yo–”

   You scream, spinning around to face the intruder. Fighting against the water’s resistance, you recognise his accent before you see his soft features. It’s Jake. Cute, sweet, wonderful Jake and he’s carrying your clothes. Or he was. They’re sprawled out on the ground now, his hands preoccupied with covering his eyes.

   “I’m sorry!” he yells, turning so fast on his heels that he slips on the wet pool border.

   “Watch out!”

   Your warning comes out much too late. By the time the words leave your mouth, he’s already in the pool. Water splashes into your face. You stumble backwards, heading further toward the deep end. While you’re coughing, Jake breaks the surface, his shaggy hair flat against his head. His eyes find yours and you can’t help but laugh – he looks like a deer in the headlights. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown locks, pushing them up and out of his face.

   “Are you okay?” he asks, walking toward your end of the pool.

   “Are you?”

   “Ah, just a little wet. No big deal.”

   By the time he reaches you, the water is above your neck with the wave crests slapping your cheeks. Your hand grips his shoulder as you use him to stay afloat. It’s easier to rely on his longer legs than struggle on the tips of your toes. Without the threat of liquid sneaking inside your mouth you’re able to suck down a large gulp of fresh air.

   His ears turn red and his mouth falls open only to clasp shut. You tilt your head in confusion when he leans away from you, his eyes averted. The greater the distance he creates between you, the more you’re forced to pursue him. He’s your lifeline, after all. Between the chilly water and your lack of clothing, you’re vulnera–

   With a startled squeak, you propel yourself back from Jake.

   His face contorts in shock and it’s the last thing you see before you dip below the surface. Water rushes into your ears and nose. The chlorine stings your eyes. You scramble to find purchase on the pool floor and bubbles race to the surface above you. Sinking further, your flailing pushes you closer toward the eight-foot mark.

   There’s a flash of movement before a strong grasp tugs you back to safety. Upon emerging you watch the concern drip from Jake’s lips as he asks if you’re okay, his arms wrapping around your back. Pressed against him, there’s little space between your bodies. His eyes flicker between your face and your chest. Pink dusts his cheeks as he watches the way your breasts heave with each gulp of air you suck down.

   His arms provide a sense of safety and you’re able to catch your breath. With your nerves settling, a sense of clarity follows. You glance toward the house. There’s only the two of you in the yard. No one’s looking for you – everyone is too preoccupied with the party. Despite how long you’ve been gone, your friends are indifferent to your absence. You could chalk it up to them being helpful and giving you an opportunity to be with Jake, but you know them better than that.

   While your friend group mightn’t be all that great, it was through them you got to meet him: Jake Sim, the definition of boyfriend material and a certifiable knight in shining armour who, at this very moment, is carrying you toward the stairs.

   Jake’s the best of them; an outcast amongst misfits.

   With every step you bounce in his arms. The position is odd, like he doesn’t want to touch you too much but doesn’t want you floating off again either. Your heart beats faster the longer you gaze at him, and the extra blood flow fuels the fire within your core. It takes every ounce of your self-control not to pull him down into a kiss. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing, right? You could write it off as a reward for his heroic deed.

   There’s a tingling sensation blossoming across your chest. Between the chilly air and his coarse shirt rubbing against you, your nipples are hardening. Can he feel you through the material? Is his mind short circuiting like yours is, overloaded with the possibilities arising from one literal slip-up? It’s a quiet night broken only by the faint hum of technopop rattling against glass windows and the gentle lapping of water. You could do something a little wild, get a little frisky, and who’s to know? Illuminated by shoddy pool lights and the moon hidden behind sparse clouds, no one will be the wiser.

   Needing to readjust yourself as you slip in his arms, you reach up to secure a better hold around his neck. As you do, your hips jut forward and slot against his. A gasp escapes your throat when you're met with a noticeable bulge. Jake stops, his Adam’s apple bobbing hard. The back of his neck is burning as a blush creeps across his skin. He turns to face you and the world slows when his eyes meet yours.

   “I'm a guy, you know,” he murmurs. “These things happen sometimes. I’m sorry if I made you uncom–"

   It’s now or never.

   Capturing his lips with your own, you fall into his rhythm. Your bodies move in tandem, twisting and turning to accommodate the other. When your back meets the pool’s wall you dismiss it, too enraptured by his wandering hands. Tracing your curves, his touch is like fire on your skin. He breaks the kiss in order to nip at your ear and you whine at the gentle pain. The sound devolves into a sharp exhale the moment his fingers reach your cunt. Pinching your clit, Jake toys with you.

   “I never took you for the type”–his middle finger sinks into your entrance–“to be an absolute freak. Do you want to be caught?”

   Your nails dig into his clothed back once he pistons the digit in and out of you. He kisses you once more, this time all tongue and desire, and there’s something ravenous breaking through his shy shell. Relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, he adds a second finger. You squirm from the stretch. He hits deep with every thrust, curling his fingers and scissoring you open. It’s never this easy for you to get off and yet you’re coming undone in the palm of his hand. Delectable tremors of ecstasy are on the horizon as your walls clench around him.

   With your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he pulls back to break the kiss. You’re forced to chase him and as you lean into him, his fingers reach even deeper. A smirk crosses his face when you start trembling in his arms. Your legs twitch beneath you. Exploding outward from your core, blinding pleasure jolts from nerve to nerve, stimulating your entire body.

   “Found it,” Jake coos, a mocking lilt in his voice. Playing with your g-spot, his finger caresses the spongy area, flicking the ribs and divots absentmindedly. He presses wet kisses along your neck until his lips graze your ear. “Not that I needed to, right? I could just tell you to come and you would.”

   His words strike a chord and your mouth falls open into a moan. Once more he picks up his brutal pace, fingerfucking you against the pool wall for anyone to see. You use his shoulders for balance as you try to lift your hips to meet him halfway, eager to be fucked harder. It’s pointless, however – your legs are too unsteady.

   With little other choice, you cling to him. His palm presses against your clit, both stimulating and neglecting the ball of nerves. Lightheaded from holding back your sounds, you give in to the building heat of your core and release the strangled gasp lodged deep in your throat. It’s guttural with lust etched into every decibel.

   “If you’re going to be loud, at least scream my name.”

   “J-Jake,” you whimper, dropping your head into the crook of his neck, too focused on your oncoming orgasm to heed his words.

   “Not good enough, baby. I want them to hear what a whore you are for me.”

   “God, please,” you pant, energy pulsing through your veins. You’re on the precipice but you want more. You need more. “Want… more, please. More!”

   “Prove it.”

   The faster he fingers you, the faster you chant his name. Your volume crescendos until you’re shouting, the sheer force of it rattling the last shreds of your decency loose. All lingering sense of shame pours forth and dissipates into the water, forgotten the second your orgasm hits. The waves of ecstasy keep rolling through your shaking body, prolonged by his thumb as it encircles your clit. Jake doesn’t stop, insistent on making you feel every ounce of pleasure no matter how much you beg him to slow down.

   “Look at you, baby, all fucked out just from my fingers,” he taunts, his tone in direct opposition to the angelic grin spreading across his face. “There’s no way you can handle my cock.”

  – ♡ –  If you enjoyed this, please consider liking, commenting, reblogging, and/or following! Thank you!

[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ forever my hubby .

PAIRING ! kim sunoo x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.5k

PROMPT(S) ! 11. calling them nicknames ;; 30. laying their head on the other’s shoulder // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! because we are approaching our beloved sunshine sunoo’s birthday, i am releasing a drabble every day until his special day, starting with this one <3 the days actually lined up rlly well with my requests schedule so might as well take advantage of it ^_^ happy early, early sunoo day !! <333

cuddling your head into your boyfriend, sunoo’s, shoulder, he smiled and extended his arm to wrap around your body. he turned his head to the side and left a kiss on your forehead.

“aww,” you couldn’t help but let out at his actions, sitting up straight and facing him. “did you just kiss me after i rested my head on your shoulder?”

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and just your tone of voice tempted him to deny it, but he decided not to, “uhm—yeah—why? is there something wrong with that?”

“aww, noo, that’s so sweet,” you pouted adoringly, almost tearing up. “cutie.”

“patootie,” he added.

“potato.”

“did you just call me a ‘potato?’” he asked, jokingly offended as a smile rose to his lips.

“and so what if i did?” you challenged.

suddenly, without any signs, sunoo quickly dove in, capturing your lips with his own.

when he pulled back, you were left wide-eyed and shocked.

“oh, yeah? well, you’re a tomato,” he replied, smirking. “your facing is growing real red right now, babe.”

“yeah, i think i prefer ‘babe’ a little more than ‘tomato,’” you told him.

“why? i think it has a nice ring to it,” he teased before finishing his sentence, “my little tomato.”

usually you would be the one to tease him, but somehow this escalated into a teasing battle, which you seemed to be losing, and you weren’t the only one who thought so.

“i think i won,” sunoo said proudly.

“no,” you shook your head, denying it. “‘tomato’ was stupid.”

“and you think ‘potato’ was any better?” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him before he continued. “if you really think you won, got anything better?”

you thought for a moment before confidently nodding.

“okay, what is it?”

“now, don’t get all arrogant with me, mister,” you argued lightheartedly.

“‘mister?’” he questioned. “that’s the best you got?”

“no, no, no, noo, that wasn’t even it. no, it wasn’t. get ready to lose—“ you paused with a smirk “—hubby.”

that was the first time he ever heard that name leave your lips, and he froze in shock as his heartbeat began to quicken. his eyes were wide, and he was at a loss for words.

“hah!” you laughed. “stumped you there, didn’t i—hubby?”

“stop!” he nudged you, unable to hide the smile he was trying to compose. “i—“

and like that, your nickname had a deep affect on him, so much so that nothing else was able to leave his lips in that moment.

“told you i’d win,” you bragged, face inches away from his before placing a peck on his lips. “now, since you’re the loser, you get to do the dishes, hubby.”

as you began to stand up, a part of him was hesitant, but the other part got the best of him, and he stood up with you.

who knew using that nickname could make him do anything you told him to. perhaps you should keep that in mind for the future: from now ‘til marriage, all the way until the day you die. forever, he was yours… forever your hubby.

A/N. ew cringe sorry. i thought it was cute when i wrote it,,, idk what happened dkdjdk

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[agustdiv1ne]

congratulations on your 2k milestone ashlee!! that’s amazing omg and I’m ready to read more of your works! for your 2k event I’d like to request smut with a bit of fluff here and there for choi beomgyu with #e1d6f9 <3 congrats again and I look forward for your future works!

SMILES!! thank you so much ♡♡ i hope you enjoy :)

wc: 629

warnings: 18+, fingering, beomgyu is a lil shit

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choi beomgyu is never one to back down from a challenge.

no matter what said challenge entertains, he will absolutely take it on, no questions asked. you remember when yeonjun dared him to lick the sidewalk for thirty seconds. beomgyu — never one to be upstaged by yeonjun — completed the task successfully. you, in turn, decided to not let him kiss you for four days straight.

you think that your boyfriend's penchant for such antics is the reason you currently find yourself in such a precarious position — your back pressed against his firm, warm chest, your legs spread open by his own. what began as some harmless teasing from you had morphed into something akin to a bet, posing the question if he could really make you cum with just his fingers — a query that arose from overhearing yeonjun brag about his many sexual escapades to the other boys.

beomgyu refuses to let your little comments slide.

your chest heaves, a ruined sob tumbling from your lips as his slick fingers ghost over your clit for the nth time this evening. his free hand reaches under your — his — shirt to tweak and twist your pebbled nipples. you're light-headed and trembling and it's too much, too much for your empty mind to handle. your entire body feels like it's engulfed in flames, another bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

"c'mon, baby, don't you wanna cum again?" he simpers, his teeth grazing your earlobe for a moment. your stomach somersaults at the low chuckle he emits, muscles tensing when he finally presses down on your once again.

"c-can't, gyu!" you manage to squeak out before another swipe to your swollen clit cuts off your train of thought. he breathes a laugh at your wrecked state as he pushes away your weak attempts at stopping his ministrations with little effort.

"how cute," he taunts. "you were so mouthy earlier, now look at you. wanna answer that question now, baby? you convinced i can make you cum with just my fingers now?"

his fingers dip down to gather more of your wetness before traveling back up to rub lazy circles. words die on your tongue, a shattered moan taking their place in the air of the bedroom. 

"answer me, baby. i know you can."

"y-yes!" you pant. "yes, just. just please let me cum, please please please-"

silently, beomgyu's fingers pick up their pace. you can almost feel the smirk curling at his lips. the coil in your stomach winds tighter, tighter, tighter, pants and whines and moans pried from your lips with every stroke of his fingertips. your hips buck up before they sink back down into the mattress, your mind conflicted from the delicious limbo between pain and pleasure. his free hand pushes down on your stomach to hold you in place.

"fuck, gyu, o-oh my god," you manage before your eyesight is painted a bright white, legs trembling as your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder. your lips part in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into your skull while he encourages your orgasm with slightly slower, lighter touches to your abused clit. 

you're not sure how long it takes for you come back down to earth, but by the time you do, you're sprawled across the bed, your boyfriend returning with a cool washcloth to wipe you down with. you let out a quiet hum of appreciation as he carefully runs the cool cloth over your heated skin. when he's finished, he finds himself on his side, watching as your eyes flutter and your breath evens. he reaches over to brush his thumb against your cheek. you subconsciously lean into his touch.

"good?" he asks, accepting the small, lethargic hum that you respond with. he chuckles.

"good."

© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[almostgenerallyalways]

masterlist

hello! i write for tg:m and cm open to requests! - cam

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

cross my heart 3,6k words - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader 18+ On the eve of what may be the biggest mission in your naval career, the answer to your problem comes to you in the form of Lt. Jake Seresin

mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) 3,1k words -  Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader Every year around the holidays, you hear from your ex. This year when you don’t respond, he decides to show up at your door.

where the wild things are - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader part 1 / part 2 / currently in progress  Two years ago, your sister’s death left a smoking crater in your life, leaving you to take care of your niece. Bradley has lived with loss his whole life, and is in a particularly bad spot on the anniversary of his mother’s death.

Or: there is a crack in everything / that is how the light gets in

to absent friends and those at sea 6,2k words - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader Through seven years and almost as many deployments he’s carried this torch, the flame low but always burning somewhere in a condemned antechamber of his heart, one he tried hard to forget the route to.

aka: You get stranded with Jake after Halo’s wedding

a stout ship / a clear sea drabble -  Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x gn!reader You are about to go up into the air when Hangman comes over to help you with your gear.

my tgm fic recs here

CRIMINAL MINDS

A Matter of Record 4.7k words - Spencer Reid x f!reader part 1 / part 2 Adjusting to civilian life after the military is a challenge, but your job as an Information Management Specialist at the FBI is the perfect place to land. Out of all the agents you’re assigned to, you soon come to have a favorite - if only you would ever meet in real life.

Far from where we live - Spencer Reid x f!reader part 1 / part 2 / currently in progress “I was remediated in the academy also... what was my issue? Marksmanship, physical training, obstacle course, Hogan's Alley, you know, pretty much everything that wasn't technically book related. They ultimately had to make exceptions to allow me into the field.” Called to Texas on a case, Spencer is confronted with a ghost.

Mutual Understanding 2.9k words - Spencer Reid x gn!reader You and your reserved co-worker Dr Reid have a mutual understanding: Sometimes, when your job gets to be too much, it’s good not to be alone.

Surveillance 1.7k words - Spencer Reid x gn!reader After a not quite voluntary transfer to the BAU, you have trouble feeling like you fit in. Over the course of many hours running surveillance with your colleague Dr Reid, that might change.

Tacit Admissions 1.4K words - Spencer Reid x gn!reader Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself.

Thorn in My Side 2k words - Spencer Reid x f!reader 18+ Tensions between your coworker and you come to a head on a hot night working a case in Miami.

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Caro's 2k 🎉

Hello everyone! Let me start by saying thank you for following my little corner on Tumblr! It's been really fun engaging a with you guys! As a small thank you here's a lil challenge that I hope ya'll will enjoy.

MDNI, please.

Here goes:

Until July 17th you may request:

Drabbles: Pick a character + prompt and I'll do my best writing something!

Headcanons: Send an idea/trope/AU for a character and I'll come up with headcanons for them.

Games: FMK (not limited to the characters I'm writing for) top 5 anything! (movies, songs, foods, etc), or just tell me about your day :) (I'm open to anything, just wanna interact with you guys! <3)

Characters (I know it's very limited, I'm sorry </3):

Moon Boys (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockely)

Miguel O'Hara

Prompt Lists (from @eloquentmoon)

Smut Prompts

Romantic Confession Prompts

Just a reminder: This is my first time doing one of these! I'll try my very best to get these out in a timely manner, but it also depends on whether I can work with the request!

For those who have submitted requests prior to this, I'm still working on them and will have those out as soon as possible :)

A special thank you to @whatthefishh. Thanks for always supporting me and giving me the backbone to do this lol ily

...

Masterlist for the challenge here

[phoebe-delia]

My 13 Favorite Fics of Mine in 2022

Okay my imposter syndrome is, for once, sitting the fuck down and shutting up, so I am going to take this opportunity and reflect on last year's fics. Not all the ones I wrote, but my favorites. With a bit of commentary, bc I'm extra. Most of these are drabbles lol. Just Between Us is the only fic over, like, 2k I think. And I'm gonna tag some friends because I want to see yall's too!! Pretty please!! @drarrily-we-row-along, @basicallyahedgehog, @geesenoises, @makeitp1nk, @peachpety and @lettersbyelise and anyone else who wants to play!

Just Between Us

Starting off with my Wireless. Oh man am I proud of this one. Such a pain in the ass but ultimately so rewarding.

Goodnight, and Have a Pleasant Tomorrow

I am extremely proud of the jokes I wrote for this one.

We Like Fighting Most

Another one where I'm proud of the jokes.

the I Knew You mini-series

Man, this is some of the best writing I think I did all year, tbh.

Song 4 for the 99 Songs Challenge

I will continue this challenge. I fully have at least 2 more prompts requested, and plenty more that haven't. One day lmao. Anyway I'm very proud of the ending of this one.

To the Ground

I'm gonna be so real with yall. I wrote this super late at night when I was exhausted. I am shocked this got the response that it did, especially when I am 98% sure I've written at least 2 other fics very similar to this one with similar plot; I even said so in the tags.

Takes One to Know One

Aw man. I'm really proud of this one. It's pretty angsty tho lol.

i still got love for you

I was STOKED when a Taylor song was prompted for microfic, but I was also laughing my ass off at everyone who was shocked it wasn't prompted by me LMAO. Anyway. I was very happy with how this one turned out.

Vow

I'm gonna write a longer Medieval AU. I realllllyyy wanna.

Tale as Old as Time

I tooootallly forgot about this one. Wow this one was so fun. I ought to have a better way of keeping track of my fics lol.

some things you just can't speak about

I loved writing this one!! I just loved creating this world of a War AU.

Our Song(s)

I had a BLAST writing this; getting the songs and making them fit into one story.

begin again

This feels like the right one to end it on. I was very proud of this concept, and it makes me smile.

[devildomditzy]

Devildomditzy’s Road to 2K 🎉🎊🎈

We’re almost at 2,000 besties! That’s a fuck ton of people. We could rent out a Dave and Busters and probably and still not have enough room. So, to celebrate, we’re gonna do a 20 sentences prompt challenge!

These will most likely be drabbles unless one (or a few) get me carried away.

Rules: Send in a character + two emojis + a sentence

For example: Mammon + ☔️💐 + “Stop, I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

I’ll try my best to make something coherent for you!

As always, my Mammon bias will probably be showing 👀. Please only send in the Brothers + the Dateables + Luke (who is strictly platonic). I haven’t gotten to the other three’s part in the main storyline so I don’t know enough about them :’). You can specify if you’d prefer it to be nsfw, but if you request it your age MUST be in your bio.

Everything will be tagged #dddroadto2kevent

I’m not putting a time limit in this at the moment! Going to write them as I can (and hopefully actually finish the event this time LMAO).

List below! Only one character per prompt, no prompt will be done twice! I’ll update as they’re taken.

If this flops you never saw it!!!

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Are you afraid to die?” - Mammon 🥺💛

“I feel at home when I’m with you.”

“Stop, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” Satan 🥺📚

“Please just let me take care of you.”

“Do you remember when we first met?” - Mammon 🤗💐

“I don’t really know why I care about you.”

“Was that supposed to be a pick-up line?”

“What the hell happened to you?”

“I need you beside me.” - Mammon ❤️‍🩹🥺

“I can’t take you seriously.” - Diavolo 🍨👹

“Make sure you come back to me.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Stop apologizing, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Is that my jacket?”

“When I get home, you’re so dead.”

“Stop calling me that.” - Belphie 🐏🐄

“Wait. Am I your lock screen?” - Mammon 🫣⛈️

“Did…Did you just bite me?” - Mammon 😶❤️‍🩹

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared”

[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joel Kinnaman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/ fics are on hiatus***

Original Character Fics

Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (unfinished series) | Teaser One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Face Cast

Rick Flag X OC Kaia Castle. He’s a soldier, she has superpowers, and there’s something there between them. More than he knows: until one day he’s fucking around with a new job and alien tech and discovers that she had his baby... and his girls in danger.

Reader Insert Fics

Detective Stephen Holder from The Killing (tv show 2011-2014)

Royal Flush | 3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you play strip poker with your buddy Stephen

Can’t Stay Mad At You | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen is late because of work (again) and he tries his best to make it up to you

Just Ask | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen thinks pussy eating is fake and you show him how wrong he is

Every Little Step (unfinished series) | [on old Masterlist]

Stephen Holder X Mom! POC! Reader. Stephen meets you, a fellow detective at Seattle Police Department and recovering alcoholic. He falls for you and your adorable daughter instantly.

Colonel Rick Flag from DCEU Suicide Squad (2019)/ The Suicide Squad (2020)

French Lace And Silk Stockings | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1950′s AU where you try on some lingerie your husband Rick bought you

Safe Harbor | 6.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Rick can’t seem to depressurize from the horrors of the latest mission but you can help with that

Silver Ghosts | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the March 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Tamagotchi | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the April 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Think You Can Handle That Much? | 1.4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | My one and only fic request! You (can be read also as OC Kaia Castle) are freaking out about the wedding and your fiance Rick knows just how to calm you

Twelve of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | *word count is tagged at the beginning of every fic* 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed for Rick are as follows numerically: 5-10, 15-17, 20, 23, & 25. More info in Kinktober 2021 Masterlist (linked above)

Takeshi Kovacs (Ryker Sleeve) from Altered Carbon

Rose Venemum | 4.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You ask Tak to help you with a mission and discover a new kink or two

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Erik Heller from Hanna (tv show 2019-2021)

A Southward Breeze | Drabble mode: less than 1k word limit | Written for the May 2022 GFS Drabble Project

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The Meat Candy Challenge

Welcome to the Meat Candy Challenge!

Challenge Masterlist here!

-[Open until June 30th]-

This is a celebration of our favorite men a.k.a our beloved meat candy. We'll keep it simple.

Choose your prompt. 📝

Choose your meat candy. 🧔‍♂️

You can either write something yourself or you can send it to me as a drabble request. Let's keep it to xReader drabbles and shorter one shots (up to 2K words) for this one.

Shoutout to @thelemonadestxnd for coining the meat candy term in our Discord shenanigans. @sagechanoafterdark-main for the support and for making sure the prompts will tickle some inspiration.

Special shoutout to my meat candy. Thank you for allowing me to share these and for being an overall menace. I adore that about you. ❤️❤️

Now to the candy store! 🍭🍫

Step 1: Choose a prompt

You can choose multiple prompts and you don't have to reserve a prompt. Go crazy. Fluff, smut, angst, dark, soft!dark. Whatever you want. Just tag appropriately. No pedo, incest, toilet stuff. You know the drill.

Meat Candy: I wouldn’t take you out for food and eat them all myself. How rude.

Meat Candy: Princess, I would look at pictures of you every single day.

Meat Candy: I’m gonna need to get a little harness to carry you around forever, aren’t I?

Y/N: Would you ruin me? // Meat Candy: No, I would cherish you, cuddle you, and take care of you.

Y/N: You better pray your future baby mama has endless patience and a profound sense of humor. // Meat Candy: Yeah, I would say you’re pretty patient and funny.

Y/N: You like to torment me, don’t you? // Meat Candy: I love making you blush, smile, and hide like a little girl.

Meat Candy: I still don’t understand how you don’t have men clamoring at your feet.

Y/N: Why do I keep getting flustered with you? // Meat Candy: Probably because you like being a submissive little plaything who at the same time feels appreciated and cared for.

Meat Candy: You compliment me like cream in a pie.

Meat Candy: Your adoration is what means the most to me.

Meat Candy: I’m gonna hurt you, but I��ll at least give you a safe word.

Y/N: You’re just made for me, aren’t you? // Meat Candy: Maybe. I’d like to think so.

Meat Candy: I think all of you really does it for me.

Y/N: You are my favorite person. Just in case that was not clear.

Y/N: Not sick of me yet? // Meat Candy: Hell no. You’re my comfort zone.

Meat Candy: I do have a life, but I also want you to be part of that life.

Meat Candy: You can be a boss bitch, but you’ll always be my good little kitten.

Meat Candy: Ma’am you only need to say the word and I will ragdoll you like a fleshlight.

Meat Candy: I would eat cheesecake off your ass.

Y/N: I need a new necklace to go with this outfit. // Meat Candy: My hands are available.

Meat Candy: Good girl. You know daddy will always take care of you afterward.

Y/N: I’m sorry I made a mess on your face. // Meat Candy: Well it’s only fair I make a mess on yours.

Y/N: I would so love for you to ram me into another dimension.

Y/N: I am a princess and I deserve more! // Meat Candy: That’s funny. It sounded like you thought you were the one in control for a second.

Meat Candy: I want to coat your ovaries.

Meat Candy: Okay, mommy. // Y/N: Jesus fucking christ.

Y/N: Do you think I’m attractive? // Meat Candy: 10/10 would facefuck you to tears.

Y/N: You’ve ruined my panties. I’ll send you the bill. // Meat Candy: First mail your old ones as proof.

Y/N: Can you feed me something? // Meat Candy: Yeah, I can feed you Cinnabon. // Y/N: I was hoping you would offer your dick, but Cinnabon sounds great. // Meat Candy: Cinnabon on my dick it is then.

Y/N: I deserve a treat after the shit I dealt with today. // Meat Candy: I could facefuck you.

Y/N: Kink question // Meat Candy: Go for it. // Y/N: Degradation? // Meat Candy: Fucking bet.

Y/N: You’re so good at taking care of me. // Meat Candy: You say that until I tie you down and use a fuck machine on you for 24 hours.

Y/N: I’m gonna be such a good little fuckdoll for you.

Y/N: Are you trying to get choked and smothered with a wet cunt on your face? // Meat Candy: Yes please! I mean no. No, ma’am.

Meat Candy: Ineffective. That would be like me threatening to shove a hard cock in your mouth.

Meat Candy: I can make you scared if I want to.

Y/N: You are a menace to my ovaries // Meat Candy: Tell them to calm down. I haven’t even touched you yet.

Y/N: I’m trying to tell you that you look like a tall big tree that I would like to climb!

Step 2: Choose your meat candy

Pick at least one delicious piece of candy.

Any Marvel/MCU character

Any Chris Evans Character

Any Sebastian Stan Character

Any Henry Cavill Character

Spencer Reid

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Step 3: Post it!

Post it. Tag me. Send it in my DMs so I don't lose it. Tag it as #MeatCandyChallenge

**Step 4: If you're requesting it from me

Send an Ask.

Include the prompt and your chosen meat candy.

Add a scenario you want for the prompt. You can be as specific as you want.

I won't be writing repeats of the same prompt and I reserve the right to not fulfill any requests that make me uncomfortable.