#Hal Carter x reader

[thezombieprostitute]

Lesson Plans - Part 1

Summary: Biker Hal Carter and Sheriff Lee Bodecker compete for your affections. Who will you choose?

Warnings: Implied abuse, Mentions of a character's death, Teaching stress. Please let me know if I missed any!

Hal never thought he'd be living a semi-domestic life. As much as he'd once had the goal of getting a cushy office job and a pretty wife, joining the Snowpiercer biker gang had been life changing. He'd loved the camaraderie, yes, but his first time on a motorcycle was invigorating. He often compared it to flying and loved every moment of it.

But then his brother, Jefferson, called and told him his wife had passed away. With Curtis's blessing, Hal left the group and went to help Jefferson and his baby girl, Grace. He started working, unofficially, at Jefferson's coffee and tea shop so Jefferson could focus on taking care of Grace, and himself, without having to worry about the bills or groceries. He would also do fixes around the place, becoming a general handyman, so that Jefferson wouldn't have to sweat so many expenses.

It's been a few years and Hal's little family has reached a kind of normalcy. Jefferson still has his bad days, but Hal makes sure to help him through. Whether it's by giving him space and taking Grace for a walk or sitting with him and letting him go on about his late wife.

Hal was never sure he'd be one for settling down, but seeing how much love Jefferson still has for his wife makes him reconsider. Especially if it resulted in a baby as sweet and good as Grace. Hal flirts with pretty much every woman he sees but, between work and family, he just doesn't have time for dating. But he doesn't begrudge his brother and niece. He'd give the world for them. But now that Grace was going to be at school all day, maybe he'd have the time to start looking for something serious.

Lee often joked that he was "married to the job". The officers on his force would agree. The man was dedicated to his work, taking the role of "public servant" seriously. Whether it was taking care of people during an emergency, making sure people felt safe in their daily life, or taking down criminals.

Ever since he was a kid, Lee wanted nothing else but to be a sheriff. He worked his entire life towards that goal. His parents had hoped he'd set his goals elsewhere and tried to push him into a career that paid better and was a lot safer, but he wasn't having it. Lee was nothing if not driven.

The problem was, all he had in his life now was his job. He was grateful the people of the county continued to trust him and his record well enough to keep electing him. His competition always had an advantage on him in terms of being "family people". They always played at being relatable because they had spouses and children while all he had was his record. But apparently that was enough for the voters.

Still, there were a lot of lonely nights and poor eating. He never had time or energy to cook. Never had time or energy to put into a relationship. But this election cycle he was running unopposed. Maybe it would be a good time to start looking for fulfillment outside of work.

It's your first day on the job in a new town. You hated leaving your job in the city, there were so many good memories. Unfortunately, there were even more bad memories. Your ex-boyfriend, Colin, and his friend, Detective Diskant, made sure of it. Colin had been such a flirt, you should've seen the red flags, but he was so charming. At first. It didn't matter which officers you tried to report him to, Diskant made sure to intercept and nothing would happen.

So you packed up and moved out to the middle of nowhere. You had no savings left after your move, having spent every penny just getting the hell out. But you'd make do on a threadbare budget. You've done it before, pretty much every day since you started college. That's probably just how it will always be. Coupons and penny pinching forever.

But at least you can still have a good life. Starting over doesn't have to be a bad thing. You'll just focus on work, your students, and try your best to forget about men.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82 ;@ronearoundblindly

[navybrat817]

Naughty indulgence, lovelies. Join me.

Warnings: Free use, reverse harem of sorts, mention of aftercare

banner by the talented @cafekitsune

You're tired. Exhausted. You can barely stand on your own two feet. You don't want to do anything except lay in bed, stare at your ceiling, and forget about your stresses.

But your partner decides to have a guy's night. It's fine, even if it slightly annoys you that he chose tonight. He assures you it'll be a good stress reliever. You don't see how, but you can suck it up and deal with the noise for a few hours, right? Besides, they're nice guys and they adore you. Each and every one of them.

So you greet the group with a tired smile and they immediately offer to take care of everything. You're not cooking or getting them drinks. No waiting on them. You just sit and relax. Have a good time.

Oh, there's no chair for you. Just take turns sitting on their laps. A drink or two in their hands may start to wander and you might feel their bulges press against you when you move your hips. Your partner doesn't mind. He encourages it. He even suggests laying you on the table so the real fun can begin.

So later when your partner casually sips his drink and watches while his friends pass you around and take turns ruining your holes, you realize the guy's night is all about you. You don't need to think tonight. And what better way to make you feel better and appreciated than to give you orgasm after orgasm?

And the praise. Telling you how pretty you are as you're bouncing on a cock. How good you are when you're put on all fours. How your job doesn't deserve you when you're choking on another dick. You should just quit. Let them take care of you and just take their loads.

You're barely awake when your partner finally takes his turn, fucking your sloppy hole in deep, almost agonizing thrusts. You manage a moan when he says he’s almost there. He’ll get you off again, too. You almost black out when he does.

He'll clean you off when he's done and tell you how well you did. How perfect you are. They'll take turns cuddling you and making sure you get enough to eat and drink. They'll convince you to quit your job. It's for the best.

Besides, who wouldn't want to be their little party favor?

So, lovelies. Who is your partner? His friends? And who went first?

Love and thanks for indulging. ❤️

[biteofcherry]

I'm hoping to launch a certain event in the upcoming months (probably starting March, but it's still tbd) and I was wondering, which of the characters I haven't written for yet, you'd like me to include in the future?

[sweeterthanthis]

Imagine if your family owned a farm and their good friend the Sheriff liked to drop by during the day to make sure things were running smoothly. In fact he came by almost everyday, he knew how much you need a hand bent over in the barn. Makes your stepbrother Hal a bit jealous when he watches from the door though. He thought he was the only one giving you a hand 😏

Fuck, yes. On your knees like a good girl for the Sheriff...a little filth below the cut. 18+. Stepcest, obviously.

Sheriff Bodecker likes how much of a hungry little thing you are, especially when you've got his cock in your mouth. There isn't another girl in town that sucks him the way you do.

"Tha's my girl, keep swallowin' my dick 'til I tell ya ta stop."

Little does he know, its not all about him. In fact, your focus isn't really on him at all. Lee's too lost in the heaven of your mouth to notice where your attention really lies.

Hals icy, almost betrayed, stare burns into you; sweat dripping from his neck and soaking through his vest, his knuckles white against the barn door. Your eyes meet his for a moment, slyly winking at him and burying your nose in the coarse hair at the base of the Sheriffs cock.

"There ya go, you got it. Fuck, I bet you'd stay there 'til ya went blue in that pretty face if I asked ya to."

His attention made you feel pretty, made you feel powerful. It might be you on your knees for him, but he's gone for you. And he's got no clue that the second he leaves, Hal is gonna reclaim what's his. What's been his since your respective parents' wedding night four years ago.

Hals words from that very night ring clearly in your head as Lee's warm, sticky spend coats your throat. "May not be able to show everyone you're mine, but you'll always know it. You'll always feel it. You'll always want it to be me."

I'm wet.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.

pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.

The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.

You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.

Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.

King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.

To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.

Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.

You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.

Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.

Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.

Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”

He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.

Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.

The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”

Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”

Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.

The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.

Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.

Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.

After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.

Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.

Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.

He never was.

The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.

“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.

The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.

While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.

Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.

You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.

Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.

“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”

Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.

Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.

From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.

When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.

You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.

What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.

The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.

Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.

“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.

He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.

“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.

“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.

Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”

“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.

Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”

“Years of workin’, princess.”

The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.

Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.

Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.

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[rookthorne]

𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

2/1 ⋮ CLOSER | @sgt-seabass

Bucky Barnes x Reader

CEO!AU 》 Smut

I have no words but 🥵😵‍💫🫠 (X)

4/1 ⋮ UNTITLED | @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

YHHMSGM 》 Smut

Bucky should know better by now for goodness sakes! 🤣 (X)

4/1 ⋮ FORBIDDEN FRUIT | @duckybarnes1917

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

DBF!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

I feel like this fic was tailor made for me, which isn’t the truth, but you nailed every single one of my fucking weaknesses and I am weak. Please keep killing me. (X)

4/1 ⋮ TAKE MY BREATH AWAY | @buckycuddlebuddy

Bucky Barnes x Reader

DILF!Neighbour!Pornstar!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Fluff, Smut

My jaw is on the floor - the tension was beautifully written and I literally cannot get enough! 😵‍💫 (X)

4/1 ⋮ BLACK CROWN | @sgt-seabass

Hal Carter x Reader

Royal!AU 》 Dark, Angst, Fluff,

A beautiful and poetic punch to the guts that I will devour over, and over again! 😭 (X)

𝐍/𝐀

12/1 ⋮ FIGHT ME | @mystrana

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Medical!AU 》 Fluff

One of my most favourite fics I have ever read. It cannot get better than this. (X)

I just want to apologise to the writers that I said I would read this month, it has been hectic and quite a hellish couple of weeks with my health - and it doesn't help I got quite a bit tunnel visioned with my energy towards my own writing. I will try to make up for it next month. 💗

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[georgiapeach30513]

Hal Carter Masterlist

Double Vaginal Penetration

Cicadas Dancing Soft & Sweet COMING SOON -  When Hal Carter visits his grandmother he did not think he would run into the peculiar preacher’s family.  Having five beautiful daughters made him overly protective.  He was a mean and strict man who would not be happy knowing you couldn’t look away from Hal, and he definitely couldn’t stay away from you.

Stained Like Georgia Clay -  There’s nothing sweeter than summertime, peaches, honey, sweet tea, falling in love add in the loss of your innocence.  Will the first love be enough to withstand a tornado and a tragedy?  Or just like the changing of the seasons does it wither away and make room for something new?

[book-dragon-13]

💗Is there a scene you can't wait to write for your WIP?

There’s an innocence kink Hal fic that I’m excited to write the smut scene for!

[imaginedreamwrite]

The chime above the door drew three sets of eyes from the back of the bakery, each alpha tasked with a different job for the morning rush. And all three had departed their job to gaze at the early morning customers seeking coffee and something freshly baked, yet each customer they’d seen hadn’t been who they were hoping for.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Curtis snarked at the other alphas in passing, denying the chance to man the register as his mood grew fouler.

“I’m leaving,” Hal raised his hands in defence, cocking his eyebrow toward Bucky as he busied himself drawing inappropriate messages on cupcakes with icing, “maybe dirty boy-”

The chime signalled again when the door was open, and with the newest arrivals had come silence among the alphas. All four had whipped their heads around to gaze at the omegas they’d become increasingly drawn to over the past few weeks, both of which had been oblivious.

“Mine!” Bucky threw himself over the counter, launching himself into the path of Curtis, diving toward the register with adolescent eagerness.

“Fucker.” Curtis hissed and his glare became poisonous as Bucky came skidding to a stop at the register, first helping some beta before the two omegas.

“How can two omegas be so cute,” Hal sighed, resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table, “and so damn oblivious?”

“Bucky eyefucks the two little darlings every morning they come in.” Ari leaned back and watched through the opening between the back room and the front, eyeing Steve as he flushed heavily and sputtered.

“Jealous, Levinson?” Hal proposes the strong emotion, raising an eyebrow when Ari shrugs nonchalantly.

“I’m just stipulating. The last time Bucky pushed Steve too far he almost went into an asthma attack.”

“Yeah,” Curtis leaned against the fridge door, propping one foot against the metal, “and other little omega nearly tore his head off.”

“Fucking hot,” Bucky stepped into the back room for the omegas favourites, a fresh batch, and drew subtle attention to his hard-on, “I’d let myself be torn to shreds by her and still pitch-”

“Bucky’s fantasizing about throwing both on the counter and fucking them at the same time.” Curtis surmised and received no denial in exchange.

“Unsanitary,” Hal swiped his keys from the desk and tucked them into his pocket before he nodded his head toward the front, “think you could handle both of them?”

“Fuck or be fucked,” Bucky licked his bottom lip and whined softly, “and have the other spread like a prize ripe for the taking.”

“You gotta break through their shell first, Barnes.” Ari pushed himself to stand, whistling low as he grabbed another favourite from the counter, “and maybe don’t scare the poor boy into an asthma attack.”

“Where are you going?” Curtis called after Ari, watching him walk to the front.

“Think he’s gonna teach Bucky a lesson in courting.” Hal’s lips twitched, a smirk playing on his face. “Pay attention, Bucky. You’re about to be schooled.”

[thezombieprostitute]

Dandelion

A/N: Part 2 of this Ask; Reader is AFAB, Tall & Plus Size;

Word Count: ~2.7k (holy wah!)

Warnings: Ex-boyfriend angst, Insecure reader, Talk of body image issues. Please let me know if I missed any.

The next day, Hal joins you for lunch. You generally sit at your desk because there's no such thing as a work-free break. He grabs a chair and sits backwards on it, grinning at you as he sets his lunchbox on your desk.

“What are you doing, Hal?”

“What every straight man dreams of,” he says. “I'm having lunch with a pretty lady.”

“Please don't,” you whine. “I told you yesterday, I don't want your pity flirting.”

“And I told you, it ain't pity.”

“Then why are you eating at my desk?”

“Well, as I said, I was treating you differently because I wanted you to know I thought differently about you from all the other pretty faces. But my methods only made you think I wasn't interested. So now I'm doing something different.”

“And what if I don't want the attention?”

“If I'm genuinely making you uncomfortable I'll get up and go. But if you only want me to leave because you still think I'm feeling sorry for you, I'm sticking around and eating my lunch. Hopefully having a conversation with you as well.”

“How would you know the difference?”

His grin widens, “because you're a horrible liar, Dandelion.”

You roll your eyes, “fair. But if someone else shows up you're not interfering with my work.”

“Oh yes, I am,” he retorts. You give him your best glare but he doesn't back down. “You're at lunch. No one gets to ask you to do any work.”

“You do realize I'm not union?”

“We should fix that.”

The rest of your lunch passes with more back and forth. Every time someone starts approaching your desk Hal cheerfully states, “out for lunch! Come back later!” They leave before you can counter what Hal said.

After lunch, the two of you clean up and get back to work. Hal keeps it professional during work hours and you're grateful for that. You don't want to be mad at him, he's just trying to help you feel better. But the fact that he thinks fake flirting is “helpful” hurts you.

The next couple of weeks you find a small gift at your desk every morning. You receive some of your favorite candies, new pens in your favorite style, and even some cutesy post-it notes that you enjoy using. And every day you would thank Hal at lunch for the gift. As you got more comfortable around him he became more of a menace. It had started with him telling people you were at lunch and it escalated to a game of turning your monitor on and off. You wanted it on in case of important emails or notices but Hal insisted on turning it off because you’re supposed to not be working.

“You’re fighting a losing battle here, Dandelion,” he grins. “I have a major advantage in that I have no shame.”

“Yeah, I’ve picked up on that,” you groan. “So how about lunch away from my desk? Would that be okay?”

“You’ve got alerts on your phone, don’t you?”

You sigh, “yeah. But it’ll only chime for notices that are actually marked as ‘important’ okay?”

“Hmm,” he licks his lips. “I suppose that’s enough of a compromise for now. But we’re going outside to eat, okay?”

“Sure,” you nod. “It’s a nice day outside.”

“And I’ll get to take off my shirt!”

“Wait, what?!”

He runs outside, with your lunch in hand, before you can stop him. 

Only a few minutes into the lunch and Hal can tell something’s wrong. You’re actively not looking at him, at least since he took off his shirt. 

“Am I making you uncomfortable,” he asks. “What’s going on with you?”

"Look, Hal, it's not a big deal," you plead. "Can you just let it go?"

"No, I need to know what I'm doing wrong," Hal argues. "Otherwise I'll keep doing it and it'll become a bigger issue."

"You're not doing anything wrong," you assure. "The fault is with me, not you. I'm the one who needs to do the correcting."

"Well maybe I can help. I just need you to tell me what's going on."

You take a deep breath and steady your nerves before confessing, "the reason I look away every time I see you without your shirt on is because it just reminds me of how much I need to work on my own body."

Unable to bring yourself to look at him, knowing there would be hurt in his eyes, you continue "I'm too big and I need to either slim down or 'get toned' or whatever the terms are. But every time I try nothing works. I just end up getting bigger so I give up. And seeing your perfectly toned body just reminds me of my own failures."

Taking a deep breath to try to keep from crying, you try to assuage Hal, "none of this is on you. It's entirely on me. I'm the one who needs to change. You worked hard for that body and you have every right to be proud of it, every right to be comfortable walking around without a shirt. I need to either not be so damn sensitive or to get off my ass and work it off."

“I’m happy to help you with either one,” he promises. “But I’ll only help you with ‘working your ass off’ if it’s something you genuinely want for yourself and not something you feel you have to do for others to acknowledge your prettiness.” You chuckle but it fades quickly when you see the seriousness in his face. “I know it ain’t as easy for others as it is for me. I also know one of the reasons these things fail is because people mix up their goals for what they want with the goals they actually want for themselves. I love your figure as it is, but if you want to work on it for you, I’m happy to help.”

“You’re gonna start taking me to the gym?”

“If that’s what you want, but we’re starting you out small. Another reason these things fail is because people push too hard too fast.”

“I promise I’ll think about it.”

“Just remember, you’re pretty as you are because of who you are.”

“You really need to stop that,” you sigh. “I get that you want to be more than work friends and you’re a good guy, but I still can’t believe you’re actually interested.”

Hal leans back and grins, “I’ll have to up my game, then, Dandelion.”

“I’m not even sure what you could do to convince me, Hal. How are you going to succeed when there’s no known means, methods, or benchmarks?”

“We’ll figure it out together,” he beams. 

“Or you could just give up and admit you’re not interested in me like that.”

“Not gonna happen. I’m no liar, Dandelion.”

You find yourself succumbing to Hal’s charms. You feel comfortable, even safe around him and look forward to your lunches together. You’re able to let some of your guards down and, while you’re not matching his energy, you’re able to return the playfulness he sends your way.

“You need to be careful, Hal,” you laugh during one of your lunches. 

“Why’s that, Dandelion?”

“Because at this rate you’re gonna see me at my…well, ‘Manic Pixie’ isn’t the right term but I hope it conveys what I’m trying to say.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time! I’d love nothing more than to see you let loose.”

“You say that now,” you shake your head. “It can be a lot for people.”

“People that don’t deserve your attention,” Hal comforts. “So, does this mean you’re ready to let me take you out on a date?”

“You know what, Hal? Yes. I trust you and you’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me this entire time.”

“YES! This Friday, I’ll take you out after work. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Hal has been looking forward to a date with you for months now. When he first realized he had feelings for you unlike the other girls he met. And getting to know you even more only fueled his desire. He wants, needs, to make sure that you have a good time. He even breaks out his good button up shirt. He’ll put it on after work so as not to get it covered in sweat. He can’t remember the last time he was so nervous about a date.

When he met you for lunch he was awed by how you had dressed yourself up. A dress that showed off your legs and, given the cardigan you were wearing, showed plenty of cleavage. He asked for a peek but you giggled and told him he had to wait for the actual date to start. The giggly conversation warmed his heart and he wanted, so desperately, to kiss you. But he’d promised himself he’d let you lead on that front. You were the one who was healing and growing so he’d move at your pace.

He actually clocked out a little early because he wanted to clean up in the bathroom before getting you into his truck. It wasn’t anything fancy, but he knew that wouldn’t matter to you. It’s one of the things he really appreciated about you; you didn’t judge others based on looks or money. It’s why he was happy to help you learn to give yourself the same grace. 

You’re shutting down your computer as he walks up to you. You smile at him and, as soon as your computer is quiet, you stand up and unbutton your cardigan. Hal gives you an appreciative whistle as he sees you’re wearing a spaghetti strap, midi length dress that shows more skin than he’s ever seen you show before. You duck your head, feeling the heat on your face, but you’re smiling. You haven’t felt this hopeful about a date in a very long time.

Hal takes you to the local botanical garden. You delight at getting to see the beautiful flowers and trees in the twilight hours, the pink and purple sky enhancing the natural beauty. You’re practically running from garden plot to garden plot and Hal is loving every second of it. You’re not well read on flora but you appreciate their beauty and could spend hours looking at them. 

But the moment Hal’s been waiting for is coming soon. As the sun sets lower, he pulls you close and points to one of the grassy areas. It takes a few seconds but then you see the telltale glow of a firefly. Then another! And another! You’re jumping with joy and giddiness. 

You look at Hal to see if he’s enjoying this too but he’s only looking at you. Feeling a rush of courage, you pull him in for a kiss. He responds exactly how you hoped he would, leaning into it, with an eagerness you delight in. You giggle and it sparks a giggle from him as well. You break the kiss but you keep your face close to his. His steel blue eyes sparkling with happiness. 

The peace of the moment is broken by someone loudly complaining about everything. You freeze as you recognize the voice. Hal gives you a worried look and you whisper, “we need to get out of here. Please.” Not needing an explanation, Hal starts walking you back to his truck.

You hear the loud voice yell out your name, Hal does too. You try to ignore it and keep moving, though you know it won’t do any good. Lloyd is damned persistent and he catches up to you, smiling like he’s genuinely happy to see you. You know better. You’re just an old favorite toy of his. 

“What a pleasant surprise seeing you here, baby,” he grins wickedly. “And here I thought this place had nothing good to look at but, damn. How come you never wore anything like that when we were together?”

“Because every time I tried, you’d point out all of the flaws that those clothes would show off,” you say through gritted teeth. “And you didn’t want me embarrassing you in front of your friends.”

“Well I was definitely young and stupid because, holy hell you look tasty,” he licks his lips and you fight the urge to vomit. “Maybe I just wanted to keep that fat ass all to myself.”

“Lloyd, please leave me alone. We’ve been done for a long time and I have no interest in rekindling whatever the hell it was that we had.” You pull Hal’s hand, silently asking him to go with you and he does so. You’re in charge of the situation and he won’t step in unless he needs to. No matter how much he wants to punch the mustache off that smug asshole. 

“Hey, I’m being damn generous here, baby,” Lloyd yells. “I’m giving you compliments. Hell, I’m giving you my time! No way you’re gonna just walk away from me.” 

The second Lloyd touches your arm you and Hal turn. Hal punches him in the face while you stomp on his toes. Clearly not expecting the double attack Lloyd backs off, shouting obscenities. He looks at the both of you, his nose bloody and his blue eyes storming with rage.

“Fine! Be a bitch like that! We could’ve been something great,” Lloyd shouts before storming off. 

You and Hal turn back and head towards his truck. You’re shaking by the time you sit down, nearly in tears. Hal holds you, asking if there’s anything he can do, anything you need, anywhere you want to go. He’s got you, he’ll take care of you. Whatever you need, he’ll get it for you.

As much as you want to go home and cry, you’re not going to let Lloyd ruin the best date you’ve ever had. You take a few calming breaths and give Hal another kiss, even more intense than the last one. Again, he returns your enthusiasm. You feel his hands roaming and you moan, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s doing. 

You whine when he breaks the kiss. “I’m not one to take advantage of a lady’s emotional state,” Hal explains. “If you still feel this way after some dinner, I will happily take you wherever and however you want. But I need to make sure you’re okay to do so.” Rubbing your hand against his cheek you whisper your thanks and tell him that dinner sounds like a very good idea.

The dinner is definitely restorative. Nothing fancy, just how you like it. Eating together in the bed of Hal’s truck, looking up at the stars. You feel a peace you’ve never felt before. You snuggle up to Hal and thank him for a wonderful night.

“Though, I do have to ask, why do you call me ‘Dandelion’?”

“Dandelions are some of the most resilient flowers,” he replies. “Everywhere there’s a chance they can grow, they do so. No matter how much people try to get rid of them, calling them weeds, they keep doing their thing. People think little of them but dandelions don’t give a damn what people think. They’re beautiful, strong and have a lot to give if you treat ‘em right.”

“You are too damn sweet, Hal.”

“Only for you.”

“Would you care to make the night last longer,” you ask cautiously.

“What are you thinking, Dandelion?”

“My place. I can make breakfast in the morning. Or afternoon, depending on when we wake up.”

He searches your face for any sign of hesitation or forcing yourself to do this and he finds none. Smiling, he says, “I’ll be the one to cook breakfast. Because by the time I’m done you won’t be able to walk.”

“Challenge accepted, Hal.”

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would

[navybrat817]

Sin on Skin AU

Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️

AU Summary: Sin on Skin is the hottest tattoo parlor in town and the men who run it live up to the name. And as luck would have it, they only have eyes for you. 🔥

AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, flirting, feels, slowish burn (depending on the couple), slight angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.

A/N: You lovelies know me by now! I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Tattoo edits by the talented Nix and the "Andy" edit by the amazing @randomagnes0210 . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader - Hottie and Sugar

🧁 Sugar and Spice

🧁 And Everything Nice

🧁 What Dreams Are Made Of

🧁 Sweet and Strong

🧁 Sundresses and Leather

🧁 Innocent and Sinful

🧁 Ladies and Gentleman

🧁 Rules and Chaos

🧁 Traditions and Innovation

Steve Rogers x Teacher!Reader - Thorn and Rose

🌹 Every Rose Has Its Thorn

🌹 By Any Other Name

Andy Barber x Reader - Grumpy and Sunny

☀️ A Sunny Outlook

Hal Carter x Reader - Menace and Angel

Jake Jensen x Reader

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

[biteofcherry]

Whips?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I like a good impact play, but on a rather mild level. So whips occasionally are okay, but not too often and not too hard.

Now whips are something one of the Doms at Ruby Gardens can be into. I don't see it for Andy, nor for Steve, but Ari or Lloyd? Lloyd would be more of a sadist with it, so if you like a good bite of pain and crying then he's your guy. Ari uses it more to be a tease and to punish you. Or perhaps another Dominant there? Yes, I can see it happening.

Oh! And you know who else? Hal Carter. Idk why, but I can see that man knowing how to rope a calf and how to use a whip on your responsive body.

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kink rating ask

[justice-scenarios]

Your pick- How would some of the heros react to getting a nude, accidental or otherwise?

Lmao I love the idea

Flash

Spits the drinks and drops his phone before managing to grab it

If it was for S/O teasing he will hide his eyes and had a goofy smile on his face

If it was an accident he will feel so bad, apologizing for seeing it

Hal Jodan

The fucker would be smug and probably sent one himself

If accident then he will turn his head around and write that they should delete it

Batman

You wouldn't even know man got it, he either has stone cold face or just a smirk

Will be professional if it's an accident and makes sure to not mention it

Booster Gold

Heart eyed fucker, immediate boner; would probably try sexting

If it's accident he will turn his eye away but will also ask if they wanna give him their number first

[the-iceni-bitch]

Taste of a Sweeter Life

Kinkmas Day 7: Food Play

Relationship: contractor!Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (himbo and honey, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Hal is sorry for being so clumsy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda rough sex, wet and messy, implied f receiving oral sex) established relationship, Hal is so cute, and big, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: HAL!!! The man is so soft for his girl and in general oh my god.

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The cake looked so beautiful. You couldn’t stop grinning at your work, it hadn’t taken nearly as long as you’d thought it would. All beautiful frosted towers and spun sugar and delicate little iced flowers and ugh, you were a genius. Not even for a special occasion, just a Saturday. It needed to go on your Instagram, you were going to have to be so careful moving it to the dining room so you could get the best light.

So, so careful. Tiptoeing and barely breathing and smiling to yourself when you almost made it through the foyer…

“Honey! The ducks are back!” Hal had the longest day and all he wanted was to see you and give you kisses and go feed the little ducks that came to your pond every year, then sit with you in his lap and play with you a little bit while you watched the sun go down through your big windows. “Where are you?”

“Hal…”

He didn’t like the yelp you let out when he opened the door, worried he’d gotten too excited and smacked you in the face with the reclaimed wood. It was hard not to get excited whenever he thought about seeing you, though, but he needed to remember to go a little slower and take stock of his surroundings.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Hal practically slammed the door closed and sucked in a harsh breath when he saw you standing there. “Oh no.”

“My cake.” The pout on your face was pathetic but absolutely adorable and cut with playfulness, your hands dropping to your sides with the now empty platter while you looked at the mess that was covering our torso. “I worked so hard.”

Hal felt bad, he felt so bad, honestly. He knew how much you loved your special projects. But you were standing there, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, with your cake smeared all over your perfect tits and soaking through the thin fabric so he could see everything.

You looked delicious.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low and husky while he stared at you, making your gaze snap to his and your head swim when you saw how dark his eyes were for you. “Honey, lemme fix it.”

“Wait, Hal!” You squealed when he scooped you up like it was nothing and hauled you into the dining room, making you drop the platter with a clang while you laughed delightedly as he mouthed at your neck. “Your clothes…”

“Shush, I can wash them.” He dropped you on the table and growled when you stretched and writhed underneath him, ripping his shirt off and undoing his jeans in a rush while he slid his hips between your thighs. “Gonna eat you up while I fuck you, honey.”

“O-okay.” Like you didn’t get wet as soon as he walked through the door, whining when he tore your panties off and thrust inside you without warning while he started dragging his tongue over your messy tits. “Fuck.”

Hal just hummed his agreement while he sucked the cake and frosting off your chest as he drove his hips against yours wildly, gripping your curves and biting you gently while your sweet little cunt clenched and gushed around him. He sucked your nipples greedily through the shirt until he could feel them stiffen and peak for him, nuzzling at your breasts before kissing his way back up to your face.

“That’s… ah shit, is that a new recipe?” Hal groaned when you licked some of the frosting off his face even as you wrapped your legs around his hips, breathing heavily and grabbing the edge of the table so he could grind into you nice and deep. “It tastes so good.”

“It’s, mmm…” you sucked on his bottom lip and moaned when he slammed his cock into that perfect, deep spot, sliding your hands along his cheeks then down his back while he rubbed his nose against yours. “Ginger pear.”

“Delicious.” His tongue slid between your lips, his breath leaving him in soft grunts every time his hips met yours while he felt you getting closer. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

You didn’t get a chance to agree when he propped his knee on the table and hit you so deep you could feel him in your throat, your mouth dropping open with a loud whine as he dragged his tongue along the frosting on your jaw before sucking on your ear. Hal wound his arms around you and pressed you impossibly close when you came suddenly, growling when your pussy clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even move as you creamed all over him and your body shook. He could never last long when you came on his cock, biting your shoulder gently and giving slow, deep rolls of his hips while his dick throbbed and swelled and filled your tight little cunt to the brim.

“Hal, fuck.” You could hardly breathe even once you came down, panting heavily while he kept kissing and licking your neck and chest as your body sagged underneath his. “There’s cake everywhere, Jesus.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips and grinned crookedly while he stood up over you and leaned on his arms, pulling out slowly and groaning when you just lay there all splayed open for him. “I wonder what you taste like with frosting…”

[galatially]

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑

ℎ𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑠

𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟

[sgt-seabass]

💀 dark | 🔥 smut | 💧 angst | 🥰 fluff | 💐 hurt/comfort

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖 | multiple characters x reader

Like clockwork, continuous and inevitable, the fate of these Omegas was set the moment a group of alphas came into their lives. 💀🔥

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 | farmhand!hal carter x princess!reader

Tortured under King Lee’s reign, you make your escape. 💐