#blue jones x male reader

[casinocarpediem]

I just want him to sit on my face is that so much to ask😭😭😭😞😞 #oscarisaacmalnourishment

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Giving Him Head - (W/ America, England, Canada) x GN!Reader SMUT

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Hair Pulling, praise kink (kinda), implication of multiple orgasms, SMUT, MDNI

America (Alfred F. Jones)

Alfred had always been fond of throwing large parties, a firm believer in "go big, or go home." The biggest one he threw each year had to be his birthday party. He could go all out with fireworks, cookouts, and every red-white-and-blue-colored food he could ever ask for or dream of having. The presents were a nice thing to get too, but you always gave him his favorites.

Usually, he'd receive it after everyone had left and gone home, leaving only the two of you, but today he wanted one a bit earlier, leading you to sneak off with him to a secluded area of the house while everyone remained outside.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he groaned, tugging at the locks of your hair while you sucked on his cock, stroking what you couldn't fit with your hand. He had been pent up all day, especially after seeing you dressed in the stars and stripes of his nation's flag. You looked irresistible to him for the entire day, so much so that he didn't think he'd make it this long without either of you touching each other.

"That's it, you're doing such a good fucking job," He praised, throwing his head back with a loud moan as you paid extra attention to the tip, swirling your tongue around it as the salty taste of pre-cum filled your mouth. He was being loud like he always did. It was his day today, and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy every last bit of it.

He began to lightly thrust upwards, hips meeting the up-and-down bobbing of your head. You looked so beautiful like this, lips wrapped around his thick length while you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes filled with wanton desire. Oh, he was going to wreck you later after all the guests outside had returned home. You were his favorite birthday present, after all.

England (Arthur Kirkland)

Arthur was a composed man who did his best to act like a true gentleman to those around him, especially to you. He kept his words and actions proper, but no one can maintain their composure every moment of their life. Especially not when they have their partner on their knees for them and ready to please.

"Fuck," He cursed, the sound drawn-out and a lewd cross between a moan and a whine. He was rarely ever this vocal, but with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock as you managed to take the whole of it inside your warm, wet mouth, he thinks he could forgive himself for being a little too loud. When you look up at him through eyes that look too innocent for the act you're doing, his composure slips even more.

"Just like that, love," he manages to get out shakily, already close from how well you're taking him. "You're going to make me cum." He moans, hands finding themselves buried in your hair, light pulling at your soft locks as you manage to take him in even deeper, your bobbing up and down with an increased speed.

The delicious, almost pathetic noise that escapes him makes something click inside if you, and you know things aren't finished here until he's a broken, babbling mess of the gentleman he portrays himself as. He was yours to ruin, after all.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

Matthew had always been a people-pleaser, more ready to do things for others than he was for others to do for him. He was a sweet man in every aspect, and you believed that type of good needed to be paid back double, even if he insisted that it didn't. It took a decent amount of coaxing and reassurance to get him in the position you were in now.

"P-Please–" He stuttered out, only to let out a loud gasp that turned into a whiny moan as you swallowed his cock whole. He didn't know what he was begging for; was it more? Was it less? He didn't know anything other than that the warm wetness of your mouth around him felt overwhelmingly good. He had already cum once, but you showed no intent on stopping.

He was already close again; the sight of you on your knees in front of him, combined with the way you were taking him, was growing to be too much for him to handle. His hands found themselves grabbing at the bedsheets below as he tried to delay what was to come and enjoy the moment a little longer, but you grabbed them, moving them to your hair.

"Pull it, be as rough as you want, I won't break." You told him quickly before your mouth returned back to his cock. He let out a soft moan, experimentally tugging on your locks, pleasantly surprised when a moan of your own left you while you continued to bring your head up and down. Maybe, just maybe, getting rewarded for his good deeds wasn't so bad after all.

[reareaotaku]

Masterlist III | COMPLETED

Finished: June 7, 2024 [12:27 PM CDT] *= Slightly NSFW/NSFW Masterlist I Masterlist II Masterlist IV

I Am Not Okay with This

Stanley Barber

Stanley Barber Headcanons Late Night Calls Backseat Driving*

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

My Sweet Valentine I Loathe You [Mike's POV]* Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Mike Wheeler Headcanons Brother's Best Friend*

Lucas Sinclair

My Sweet Valentine

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

My Sweet Valentine Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Eleven

Maxine 'Max' Mayfield

My Sweet Valentine

Billy Hargrove

My Sweet Valentine

Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

My Sweet Valentine Mean Little Boy I'm in Love with You

Nancy Wheeler

My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons

Robin Buckley

My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons

Johnathan Byers

Johnathan Byers Headcanons

IT

Richie Tozier

Richie Tozier Headcanons

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Daniel Larusso Headcanons*

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

I Can't Lose You Sick Reader

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Run Away Boris NSFW Headcanons* Injured Reader Mean! Boris Headcanons You're so Drunk*

Theodore 'Theo' Decker

Run Away Theo Decker Headcanons

Celebrities/Influencers

Matt Sturniolo

Matt Headcanons

Blue Beetle

Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes

Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes Headcanons

The Turning

Miles Fairchild

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Ben 10

Ben Tennyson

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Clone High

I Am Not a Clone Series

Where the Fuck am I? [Part 1]

Fear Street

Christine 'Ziggy' Berman

Christine 'Ziggy' Berman Headcanons

Nick Goode

Nick Goode Headcanons

Rick & Morty

Morty Smith

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Fred Jones

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Hex Girls

We're the Hex Girls & We're Going to Put a Spell on You

Corpse Bride

Emily the Corpse Bride

Yandere! Emily Headcanons

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Georgie Cooper Headcanons

When You Finish Saving the World

Ziggy Katz

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We Are Who We Are

Fraser Wilson

Fraser Wilson Headcanons

Shazam

Freddy Freeman

Freddy Freeman Headcanons

Game of Thrones

Daenerys Targeryan

Male! Daenerys Targeryan Headcanons

Ghostbusters

Trevor Spengler

Jealous Headcanons

Don’t Tell a Soul

Joey

Joey Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Crazy Party What if Rodrick was Jealous?

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

I Don't Love You Singing my Love [Pt 2 of I Don't Love You] I Know You Got Issues & I Do Too [Male! Wednesday Addams] Male Wednesday Headcanons +drabble

Spiderman

Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy Headcanons

Scream

Stu Macher

Stu Macher Headcanons*

Batman

Dick 'Richard' Grayson

Save Me, Baby

Damian Wayne

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Barbara 'Batgirl' Gordon

Barbara Gordon Headcanons

Tim 'Red Robin' Drake

Tim Drake Headcanons

Superman

Jon Kent

Superboy vs Robin Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]

Clark 'Superman' Kent

Superman Headcanons

Lolirock

Iris

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Shrek

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur Pendragon Headcanons

Kim Possible

Kim Possible

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Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Jessica Rabbit

Jessica Rabbit Headcanons

Mario

Princess Peach

Princess Peach Headcanons

Princess Rosalina

Princess Rosalina Headcanons

OC

Prince Alexander

Yandere Prince Headcanons

Ace

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Nightmare on Elm Street

Glen Lantz

Touch Me

That's Not My Neighbor

Francis 'Milkman' Mosses

Milkman Headcanons*

Goofy Movie/ An Extremely Goofy Movie

Max Goof

Max Goof Headcanons He was a Skater Boy

The Lion King

Kovu

Kovu Headcanons

Beetlejuice

Astrid Deetz

Astrid Deetz Headcanons

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

'Leo' Leonardo

Leonardo Headcanons

'Donnie' Donatello

I Do Not Like You

[pimosworld]

Sorry I am going to send you like 500 asks <3

💌 with my boy Blue? (maybe some smut/fluff?)

Pairing- Blue Jones x reader

Summary- Blue likes to dress up his dolls

CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Dom Blue, Sub reader, pet names, owning, Male masturbation, Cum play, Cum eating, established relationship

WK-1.3k

A/N- I don’t know what (came) over me. Don’t look at me. Blue is a little ooc because he’s relatively nice in this and obsessive of course. I haven’t written for blue in so long and this was fun.

Dress you up

“Spin for me doll.” Blues sultry voice cuts over the low jazz music in the den playing on the record as you model another outfit for him. Your legs wobble a little in the heels that you aren’t used to wearing and the red lace top is a little scratchy on your skin. The black frilly bottoms just barely cover your ass

  The only thing giving you a boost of confidence is the way he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you. He’s sat lazily in the leather chair, legs spread as he palms his growing bulge over his slacks. 

  “Mmmm…I don’t know about this one.” He says as he watches your face drop in embarrassment. “No honey it’s not you, you look amazing as always. It’s just.” He gestures up and down your body. “This doesn’t suit you.” 

  You didn’t exactly know what he was looking for when he had you parade around in the various outfits he’d got you for his valentines gift. You were never one to disappoint so it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide your anxiety building inside as you stripped down. Piece by piece, one after the other. As exciting as it was in the beginning, you just wanted him to give you that look. The one that said you’d done a good job for him. 

  “There’s one more in the bag sweetheart.” His smile widens as you obediently pull the straps down on your top. Undressing in front of his eyes like he instructed earlier. “I have a feeling that one is gonna be the winner.” You could tell this was all a game for him. It always was and he played you like a fiddle. It didn’t matter what he said or did, you would do whatever it took to make him happy. A part of you realized throughout your relationship how much you craved the innocence and the control he had over you. You’ve lost a small part of yourself to the notion that playing dumb for him makes you look weak to others. Right now you don’t really care because he’s weak for you. 

  You slowly step out of the high heels to steady your footing. You glance up at him for approval but all you see are the black of his eyes as he takes in your top less appearance. Your panties come off next as you hear the distinct sound of the clink in his belt. He tsks under his breath when you lean into the bag. “Turn around.” A slight lilt in his voice, not quite a warning but a reminder that you forgot one of the rules. 

  “Sorry.” Your voice comes out a little ashamed at your mishap. 

  “Nothing to be sorry for baby, we all make mistakes.” 

  Your back is to him as you lean forward pulling the royal blue teddy from the bag. The front splits into a v and ties around your neck like a collar. He lets you pause, mesmerized for a moment as you play with the silky fabric between your fingers. “It feels nice doesn’t it?” You nod in agreement even though he can’t see your face. “That’s how you feel to me sweetheart.” 

  Your body is flush with heat at the compliment. He was nice but never this vocal about it. Something about him tonight was different than you’ve ever seen him. Like he was intoxicated by you alone. 

  It takes you a moment to work out the straps and ties but you finally manage to get it on. You can hear behind you the life sounds of his hand working himself over his cock as he groans under his breath. You don’t even know if he can tell how hard he’s breathing or the leather creaking under the weight of his movements. 

  Your eye catches something else in the bag, blue matching the teddy and a sparkle in the light. You pull out a matching thing with his name on the back in diamond letters. It’s cold to the touch and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin at the prospect of how it will feel to bear his name. He wants to own you. 

  It’s surprisingly comfortable given the lack of material as you pull it up your thighs. You turn to face him a little flustered at the sight in front of you. The front of the fabric is already soaked as you try to tear your eyes away from the wet slap of his hand gripping himself, you can tell it’s too tight as he staves off his release. “Jesus Christ doll…you’re a sight.” His voice breaks a little at the end and he clears his throat to regain some composure but you both know he’s already too far gone. 

  “Crawl.” An instant command, a stitch of control still in his grasp. You take a moment too long to obey as his eyes twitch up in annoyance. You wince a little as you drop to your knees and you don’t miss the way his breath hisses in excitement at the look in your eyes. He swallows hard and fiddles with the buttons of his shirt with his free hand. 

  His hips lift off the chair as you approach on hand and knees like a cat in heat. You can tell when he’s close and you don’t know how he’s managed to hold off for this long. A trickle of sweat down your back to match the one trailing down his face. He bites down hard on his juicy lips trying to elicit some pain to keep his mind off the sight of you, a picture he’ll paint on the nights when he’s alone. You on your knees for him, with his name in so many ways adorning your body. 

  He stands abruptly when you’re finally between his thighs. He’s never let himself look a mess in front of anyone but you. The way his hair is out of place, his makeup running down his face and his pants around his ankles. 

  You want to reach out and touch him, his shirt splayed open  revealing his soft belly. His boxers pulled down slightly exposing his thick thighs and his hard cock in your face makes your mouth water. On any other night he’d have you choking him down while you spluttered and coughed, spit and cum dripping down your face while he called you his ‘good girl’. Right now you know he wants something else and you wouldn’t dare disrespect his wishes. 

  He takes his strong hand, caressing the back of your head gentler than his body lets on and for that you’re grateful. He’s all incoherent babbles as he looks down upon you with a carnal gleam in his eyes. “I’m gonna paint you like a portrait honey.” He grits out between his teeth as he fists his cock in your face. 

  “You’ll ruin the outfit.” You say regrettably and you know he’s taking mercy on you tonight. 

  His hand comes to your throat as a warning, squeezing slightly. “I’ll ruin it because I bought it.” A glimpse of the real blue cuts in. It's Pavlovian the way you rub your thighs together at the dominant, cruel side of him. 

  He lets you go as you suck in a breath of air, just as he releases himself. He’s panting above you as his come paints your face and your chest. A desperate whine you’re not sure you’ve heard before leaves his lips as hot ropes of his spend drip into the silky fabric. His fingers smear it up your chest as he admires his work. Tapping your lips gently as he catches his breath. “Open.” You quickly oblige as you swirl your tongue around his fingers tasting the salty remnants in your mouth. His free hand undoes the bow in front holding it all together. 

  He gently cleans you off with the silk teddy leaving you in just the thong adorning his name.

  “You’re perfect…and you’re all mine.”

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[anika-ann]

Hot Boy Summer (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, standalone or part of Love on the Brain series

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 3000

Summary: Your boyfriend is all hot in every season, but there’s just something about summer Steve messing around in a pool that makes your heart melt and your bikini wet before you even step into water. And really, the hottest outfit your man can wear is happiness – or nothing at all.

Or, the one in which you (Agent Jones) are spending the afternoon chilling by Avenger's private swimming pool - and ogle your supersoldier boyfriend.

Warnings: allusions to smut so 18+ and NSFW, Steve in a swimsuit, happy Steve (he’s radiant, he’s a warning), language

A/N: reader is called “Agent Jones”, works for the Avengers Initiative; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

 The sunrays were sharp as they reflected of the water surface, but you pushed your sunglasses up anyway, waning to fully appreciate your view.

Because what an excellent view it was.

It wasn’t that you were lounging nearly on the top of New York – almost on the top of the Avengers Tower – and should you peer behind the glass railings, reaching all up to your shoulders to block the wind, you’d have the city laid in front of you. It wasn’t even that while you’d take in this no doubt magnificent view, you could dip your toes in a pool, because that was how extravagant Tony Stark had been when rebuilding this place – a pool almost n the roof. No. You enjoyed something much more special than that.

Half-lying on the luxurious beach chair by the Avengers’ private pool at the eightieth floor, you had a still open book placed on your chest pages down, long forgotten in favour of a much more enticing activity than reading – or admiring the New York skyline or swimming, for that matter. Long minutes passed since Steve had arrived, kissed your forehead, offered a brief view of his rear in the navy-blue swim trunks and dived head-first into water. And yet, you were still watching him, mesmerized by your handsome man all the same.

He had barely come out for air since jumping into water, but there were other things to admire than his angelic face; the entirety of his body, moving in the water so gracefully it seemed he found himself more at ease there than with his feet firmly on the ground. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Maybe you were even drooling a little bit. But which male-attracted person wouldn’t? All that filled your field of vision appeared to be designed only to seduce you.

The extremely well-defined lines of the muscles on Steve’s back dancing under his skin with every powerful stretch and flex, glistening whenever he broke the water surface; his bulging arms, his shoulders so marvellously wide, making you wish to revisit your yesterday’s mission to retrace with your lips every droplet of water cascading over them while you had showered together; a peek of his firm bottom, the trunks sticking to it perfectly and calling out to you to grab it and maybe get a bite of it.

The thing was, even if you’d have left behind all those sinful thoughts, he would be still be a sight to behold; an image of alluring strength and beauty. His hair flowing around his head like a halo, the length and wide planes of his body controlled with such skill, skin of his shoulders and biceps in particular peppered with soft constellations of freckles, kisses from the sunrays or angels themselves, always turning so prominent during summer months. You had always longed to brush your fingertips over them, count them with your lips, even back when you and Steve nothing more but friends; the fact you were allowed to do that now, earning a soft laugh and a pair of twinkling eyes watching you tenderly when you did, brought a smile to your face.

The image Steve made now was certainly a better look than the imitation of lobster he had become when he had forgone sunscreen the other afternoon when Tony had attempted to throw a small Avengers pool party. The party itself, of course, wasn’t the problem; it was the fact you had been running late to it for the most delicious of reasons. You had got distracted when Steve had so lovingly massaged the cream into your skin – and consequently, you never got to do him. Not the sunscreen part anyway. While sunkissed was a gorgeous look on him, sunburned less so. Then again, that serum-fuelled cheater had woken up fresh-faced like the day he had been born and had got a very light tan two days later, his freckles making their yearly reappearance.

Now, droplets wandered between them as he finally reemerged for longer than a second, shaking off water of his hair before he faced you with a grin. You supressed the dreamy school-girl like sigh as to hold onto the last remnants of your dignity. He was a sight worthy of gods as he folded his arms on the edge of the pool, legs idly dangling behind; but it was you, a mere mortal, blessed enough to ogle him without having to feel like a creep.

“Show off,” you accused him teasingly, not bothering to comment further on his Olympics-worthy performance even if the pool was far from the typical race-sized one.

“If you didn’t look at me like that when I’m showing off, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” you inquired in challenge, barely resisting losing yourself in the light his carefree grin was radiating.

Steve was nothing short of breathtaking like this, perfectly relaxed – happy, comfortable, confident. A few days off here and there worked true wonders for him. And maybe, maybe you’d like to think that so did you.

He simply shrugged. “Dat’s what I said, Agent Jones.”

You pursed your lips, chest humming with contentment and excitement. So, it was going to be like this today, huh?

“Oh? How am I even looking at you?” you questioned, mocking offence. “And pray to tell me, Captain Rogers, how would you even know? Did the serum give you some sort of abilities enabling to you watch me while you’re under water? Have you been hiding that you are, in fact, some kind of a telepath?”

The slow devilish smile spreading on Steve’s lips had your heart stumble before it began to race. “Neither. I could simply tell you like what you see every time I came out for air because of my enhanced sense of smell.”

You felt your features twist into a confused frown for you got lost in the game he had started. Sense of smell?

Steve tilted his head to side, clearly amused by your ignorance. His gaze, deliberately slow, travelled from where he had been looking directly into your eyes down your body, over the swell of your breasts hidden by the still open book, over your stomach, down your le—

You sputtered an incomprehensible curse, dropping your useless book into your lap as if to hide your sudden shame – or perhaps the evidence which you hoped wasn’t visible. Despite having been sunbathing for almost an hour, it was now that your face was set completely aflame.

“That’s not--- that’s-” totally true, in fact “-you’re just making shit up. And that is a highly inappropriate remark, Captain Rogers,” you accused him, embarrassed by the squeaky quality your voice suddenly acquired.

“Not if it’s true. And I know it is,” he said matter-of-factly, his smirk growing. “What can I say, I’m very perceptive of the scents I like.”

“Shut up, Rogers.”

Steve just grinned wider, oozing satisfaction at not only having caught you, but also being the source of a little pool of slick in your bikini bottoms. The nerve on him! You were--- there was nothing to be ashamed of! He knew that and you knew that, but here you were, sputtering nonsense under your breath, flustered by your insanely attractive boyfriend calling you out on the fact you were aroused by the sight of him displaying his god-like body built of extremely well-toned muscles in action. So what?! You were only human! And one with a pair of relatively well-working eyes too.

There was not a single note of malice in his voice, you had to remind yourself; he didn’t mean to embarrass you, not truly. And should you be fair, you had been the first to call him out. You had started the teasing; you might as well finish it.

Two can play this game, Captain, you thought. Even if one of us is infinitely better at it at the moment.

“So what? Are you saying you mind me ogling you and maybe, maybe liking what I see?” you asked, mentally congratulating yourself at the feigned nonchalance in your voice.

Steve’s smile turned softer and oh, now he was not playing fair. You could melt under the gentle force of that smile on any normal day when he turned its power on you, let alone after your heart had been tried so much today already.

“Never said that, sweetheart. Now, you look little flushed there. Why don’t you join me so I can get you properly wet?”

Your jaw dropped. Literally dropped, your brain short-circuiting. Surely, he meant the pool… surely, he did not.

You most definitely lost this round. Perhaps you had lost your sanity too, but that had been minutes ago, when you thought you could start anything with Steve Rogers and win.

“STEVEN GRANT!” you shrieked, the high-pitched sound drowned in Steve’s outburst of laughter, to which you involuntarily joined, because did he really say that or had you got a heatstroke? “You- you did not just say that to me!”

The laughter in his eyes told you that the words very much did leave his mouth and he regretted none of it. In fact, he was quite proud of himself. The loveable, sweet, dirty-minded jerk.

Steve Rogers, ladies and gentlemen.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come join me.”

Speaking of loveable and sweet…

“Ugh. What’s in it for me?” you questioned despite actually wanting to follow his invitation instantly. You did need to cool off and you weren’t reading anyway. Plus, you had Steve in a pool all for yourself… and a pool only to share with Steve, of course. But still. “You know, swimming is-“

“-the only class you had to retake at the academy, I know. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”

“Pff, weak, Rogers,” you dismissed him, a smile tugging at your lips still.

“Oh? Well maybe I can offer an incentive then?”

You hesitated. You already wanted to join him – but you couldn’t but be intrigued as to what he could come up with. You put away your book at last, your sunglasses joining it soon after.

“Okay…I’m listening.”

Steve shrugged, most definitely flexing his large biceps which were still on display. “Easy enough. If you join me… you won’t only get to watch, but also touch.”

You scoffed. Weak. Enticing, naturally; but quite predictable. You expected better from him.

You crossed your arms on your chest to mimic his stance a bit, pushing your breasts up about as innocently as he had flexed his arms. The flicker of his gaze down that direction, even if brief, was very satisfying.

“Steve, honey, if you think that’s enough of an incentive for me to get my hair wet and step into a pool which I’m not a fan of, then you’re very, very full of yourself.”

You noticed the way he slowly lifted one corner of his lips, the way he breathed in for a retort – and when you quickly went over what you said, your core almost instinctively responding to the mere suggestion of you being full of himself – you pointed a warning finger on him.

“Do not make that sentence into a pun.”

Steve laughed in response, but obediently swallowed the comment. “Come on, sweetheart. Come have fun with me.”

Speaking of poor choice of words – or a very deliberate one…

You couldn’t help it; you snorted.

“Now you sound like a dirty old man,” you teased him, but finally rose to your feet, the warmed-up paving stones pleasant under your feet.

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit of both, so I guess that’s fair.”

“Uh-huh, just as I like you,” you hummed as you watched him flow towards the wide steps you were about to walk down, carefully dipping your toe in – and swiftly pulling your foot back. “It’s cold!”

“Cold?!” Steve echoed with disbelief, shaking his head, but offering a compassionate smile when he realized you had been grilling your body in the sun for quite some time. “Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.”

“Promises, promises…” you muttered, but took a deep breath and went as fast as you could handle before you could change your mind.

Steve’s hands welcomed you, pulling you flush to his warm body indeed, fingertips tracing your cheek before dropping a kiss to your nose. And cheek. And then mouth, lingering there, smiling against your lips, arm wrapping firmly around your waist.

Alright. Had you needed some convincing, this would definitely make the cut. Worth it.

“Incentive enough?” he teased against your lips, tasting of sunshine and well, a bit of chlorine. Still worth it.

“Hm… not entirely convinced. Maybe try convincing me again?”

You felt his smile widen minutely, the only warning you got before his palm spread over your nape to pull you closer, his lips back on yours, easily parting them and kissing you deep, taking his time convincing your very thoroughly, your recently activated hindbrain approving of the possibilities of having some fun time in the pool with him indeed.

You let your hands wander and appreciate the wide planes of his back, water gently flowing as you found yourself being backed into the wall of the pool. Steve’s arm slipped lower until he was cupping the globes of your ass, effortlessly coaxing your leg around his waist, opening you up to his hardening length, tongue exploring your mouth and echoing the needy noise you released when his hips rocked against yours. Now you truly felt thoroughly warmed up – in fact, the cool water felt like nothing against the inferno building in your veins, burning hot when Steve’s nimble fingers traced the hem of your bikini bottoms and slipped under.

“Guys, please, don’t fuck in the pool,” a wry voice sounded from above your head without warning, causing you to yelp and drop your hands in an instant.

Hadn’t it been for Steve’s firm grip on you, you’d jump and drop your leg too. As Tony continued lecturing you through the speakers at the ceiling, Steve had enough decency to stop tongue-fucking your mouth, simply resting his lips against yours; as if Tony’s interruption and lack of concept of privacy wasn’t maddening enough.

What the fuck? Why the hell was he even doing, watching you?! Or had he had Jarvis tell on you? Warn him off? That… would be fairly reasonable, you assumed, but--- principles! Privacy!

“I’d say get a room, but you literally have the room several floors down… and by room, I mean half the floor. That’s enough flat surfaces to have your lady on and against, Rogers. Keep the pool clean of your filth. PSA over.”

Steve withdrew at last, a colourful curse on his lips as he released the sweet grip on your thigh, long fingers withdrawing. Looking up at him, teeth worrying over your lower lip, you couldn’t but chuckle at his wide pupils coupled with a very, very annoyed face.

“I’ll kill him. Help me hide the body?” he suggested, clearly only half-joking.

More out of habit than anything else, you shook your head, the absurdity of the situation fully settling. Tony probably did have Jarvis to alert him if someone – who wasn’t him, ew, thank you, brain – was about to fool around in the pool. Not that that made it much better, that you weren’t special, but it certainly had you feel less violated… even if equally annoyed.  

“Do you think he has microphones too?”

“I hope so. I hope we scarred him for life,” Steve said, frowning – and then his face suddenly lit up with mischief, fingers teasingly travelling up your thigh again, snapping the elastic of your bottoms against your hip. “In fact, I think I want to scar him further. What do you say? You up for the challenge? Let’s ignore the orders of the self-appointed overlord?”

You slapped his hand as much as possible in the water, laughing, shaking your head again. Then, you couldn’t but kiss the pout from his lips, an alternative plan already forming in your head.

You leaned to his ear, whispering.

“How about… we have some PG-appropriate fun in here. And if you behave, well, then I’ll think of an incentive for you.”

Steve’s hand found its way to your waist, squeezing.

“Okay…I’m listening,” he echoed your earlier words.

You leaned back and faced him, grinning. “Well, if I tell you, you could get too excited and you might not actually behave, so…” Deliberately slow, you trailed the tip of your index fingers down his sternum, over his stomach, following the treasure trail, your smiling turning coy. “You’ll just have to trust me that I’ll make it worth your while, don’t you, Cap?”

His dark eyes zeroed on your mouth as you popped the P, leaving your lips slightly parted, a quick dart of your tongue to hint what you came up so far to motivate him. When he met your gaze again, the black of his pupils burning, your stomach made a pleasant somersault; the look he graced you with spoke of a promise that he would certainly made it worth your while later. You couldn’t wait.

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Agent Jones.”

“Good,” you hummed, dramatically offering him your hand to shake. He squeezed it with a smile perfectly mirroring yours, releasing your hand when you sweetened the deal with a kiss to his cheek.

Then, faster than the mighty supersoldier could comprehend, you swiftly slipped from his grip, pushing away from the wall and swimming away; not without kicking widely enough to splash water all over his hopefully scandalized face.

“Oh, you sneaky--! Just you wait!”

You laughed your ass off until his long fingers circled your ankle, pulling you back to him and flush his front – in a perfectly PG fashion. The punishment by tickles was brutal even under water, all while you squeaked and splashed some more, but damn it was still worth it.

And those incentive each of you delivered later? Even more so.

Steve Rogers masterlist // Love on The Brain masterlist

Jhjkkflfblf I loved writing a simple “drabble” with happy little shit Steve so much 🥹🥺 He deserves the world and all things good.

If you enjoyed, let me know 💕

P.S. - as you can see, the grip GG and Sparkles have on me is as firm as Steve’s--- biceps 💪😂 

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Unlocked

Part 9: Date Nights, Pizza and Cheap Beer

Part 8: Birthdays Are Suppose to Be Fun, Right?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: descriptive smut, almost smut, interrupted smut, will be continued in the next chapter, (i’m still trying to get better at smut), talk of female and male anatomy, making out, spit

As they say, all good things must come to and end. Come to an end they do, the sun, once bright and warm on the skin , now hidden away by gloomy clouds, crying their tears cooling the heated flesh. Her feet splashed freezing water over her bare legs, Leon's boot splashing in the same puddle after her, arms raised as he covered them with that jacket that he was hardly ever without. His lips pulled back into a smirk, eyes shining as he watched the girl squeal and dodge rain drops in front of him. Her skirt flowing behind her as she ran, giving him the perfect view as her joy infected him.

  "The pizza's gonna get wet!", she squealed, her hands trying to protect the boxed dinner. "Just get inside!", Leon grinned as he watched her pout over her shoulder at him, running into her apartment building. Her shoulder hitting the glass door as she held it open for him. "Fuck! It went from blazing to freezing in minutes.", she shivered, her dress nearly soaked through despite Leon's attempt of covering her with his jacket. "Come on, let's get to your apartment and get you changed.", Leon's hand was soft on her arm, rubbing the skin to try and bring her some heat from the friction. "You are freezing.", his voice was laced with concern. His lips pulled into a frown as he looked down at the sun dress clad woman. His hands felt so warm, though he had been out there with her. She wanted to just fall back into his chest and relish in his natural warmth, it was like he was her own personal heater. She hadn't realized how warm he was before, nor had she ever been this close. Every breath was a whiff of his scent, slightly musky and warm, he smelt like he used a cologne, one he probably saw and didn't even give mind to. She wanted more, to be in his scent, his presence longer.

  "Oh, it's nice to see you again, Leon!", Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on end, hearing the older woman's voice as he turned, seeing her walking down the hall. The assistant's head tilted, her eyes going from the elderly woman to Leon with a quirked brow. She didn't remember Leon and Mrs. Jones ever meeting, no, she was certain they hadn't ever met before. "You two really do look so lovely, a beautiful couple.", Mrs. Jones' hand patted the woman's arm as she passed her, giving her a kind smile. She watched the elder woman walk outside the doors, letting her dog out into the pouring rain. She narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Come on, you're still freezing.", Leon urged the woman, taking her arm and directing her towards her apartment. The dimmed lights flickering with the raging storm.

  "How did she know your name is Leon?", she couldn't hold in her curiosity anymore as she laid the pizza on the counter, the cardboard box wet in her hands. "I don't remember you ever meeting her...", she trailed off, placing her bag in the stool at the counter. Leon knew he couldn't tell her the truth, it upset him, brows knotting into a knot as he looked down at her. His blue eyes soft in a way only he could keep them during a lie. "I met her when i dropped you off that first night, she caught me as i was leaving and introduced herself. I told her i was visiting you.", he spoke just soft enough for her to feel a bit guilty for being so weary. "Oh. You didn't say you met her.", she mouth shrugged, her arms crossing as she shuttered once more. "Go change, you're gonna catch a cold.", Leon pushed the back of her bicep, turning her towards her room.

  She didn't argue as she pushed herself to the bedroom, her head hung as she tried to heat herself up quicker. "Plates are in the second cabinet if you want to grab two- and beers in the fridge!", she called out the last part from down the hall as she shut her door. Leon watched her until the door was shut, cutting off his view of the soaked woman. A deep breath entered his lungs through his nose, before he released it harshly. Stupid, old bitch nearly blew everything out of the water, nearly ratted on him, be it unknowingly, but he couldn't risk her contradicting his own story. He could hear the door across from her apartment shut, signaling the older woman was back inside her own apartment. The thought of the woman even daring to speak to his girl and ruin what he worked for nearly caused a blood vessel to burst from his forehead. He had to cover his tracks, he had to make sure she never got the wrong impression of him. He already fucked up grabbing her hand and hurting her. A dull feeling wrapped his hand in its grip, his eyes fluttering down to the hand that had so viciously snapped at hers. He curled his fingers, eyes closing as he took a minute. Trying to calm himself before she came back. He tried to think of something that didn't trigger his mind, something that sparked that soft and caring, compassionate feeling in his heart.

  "Leon!", a voice called, something following it in a childlike laughter. "Leon Kennedy, this is not funny!", the voice called once more. The panic in their tone was evident by the way it intertwined in the motherly nature of it. "Please, baby, you're scaring me...", Leon's laughter couldn't be contained as his little voice rung out laughter in the small closet. His childlike mind, he didn't understand how much his disappearing act stressed out his mother. As soon as he broke out in the joyous sound, the closet door ripped open, "Leon!", she yelled, "you can't do that to me. I turn around for five minutes and you're gone.", his mother's voice was full of relief and also annoyance as she looked down at the blonde haired boy. "You know i don't like it when you hide in the closet.", she sighed, her little boy, the definition of innocence. Her hands went under his arms, lifting the now nearly six year old boy up. "You scared your mama, amore.", her fingers brushed against his soft hair, brushing it back behind his ear as she gazed lovingly into his blue eyes that mirrored her own. "Do not hide from me again.", she pressed a soft kiss onto the side of his head, he tucked his head under her chin as he bawled up the soft fabric of her shirt in his small hands. "I'm sorry, mama.", his little whisper nearly broke her heart. "It's okay, Leon."~

"Leon?", his eyes snapped open to look down, catching sight of the woman in front of him, she looked worried, her eye pointedly watching him as she stood, shifting her weight from leg to leg. "Are you okay? You were like zoned out.", she stepped closer to him. "Are you feeling sick? Are you coming down with a cold from the weather? If i need to-", "Hey, hey. Slow down.", Leon's lips moved to an somber smile. "I was just lost in thought.", he whispered, his eyes holding a look that she hadn't seen in them before. Almost longing as she shot him an 'are you sure?' look, before deciding to let it go for now. The whole family thing must've really gotten to him. It made her heart ache for the man, his melancholy look was not something she was familiar with, nor something she wanted to grow use to.

"I'm fine-", he snapped, his hand clenching as he looked down at her, "i'm fine, honestly. Can we just relax?", his tense voice was accompanied by a twitch to his jaw, eyes hardening as he looked down at the woman who reminded him so much of the memories he wanted to keep repressed. Maybe now wasn't the time to explain his past to her. He'd always had a hard time discussing his mother, to therapists, friends, anyone. Even the cop that adopted him after- "please... i'm sorry, i'm just- i want to have a nice night with you.", Leon's arms wrapped around the woman. His head tucked into her shoulder, she wasn't much shorter than him at all. He felt her warmth now, it was his turn to take in her scent. The clean, lavender scent, he wondered if that's what she used on her laundry as she always smelt like lavender.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist, her arms pressed to his back as she confronted the man. "We're gonna have a great night.", she wasn't convinced by his words but she knew better than to push him after the events that took place earlier in the day. "It's okay-"

  "Leon, it's okay.", that motherly voice, the fear and terror as she knelt down next to the crying boy. "it's okay... mama's here baby.", she comforted the boy, his watery eyes so soft and his cheeks red from his sobbing. "you're okay, Leon. It's just a little cut.", his mother shushed him, scooping up the boy. Cradling him to her chest. She took his hand into her slender pale fingers, "shhh...", she cooed, rocking him. "it's okay.", her lips pressed a soft kiss to the wound that had stopped bleeding nearly five minutes ago. He'd touched knife his mother had left unattended as she turned to mix the pasta, unsticking the starchy noodles from one another until she heard that shrill scream. Leon's finger bleeding onto her cutting board, his mother had always been a little air headed. Maybe that's why he stuck so close to the woman he was currently enwrapped with. The woman that reminded him so much of his mother. The woman he'd inherited his Italian side from, the woman he-

  "Here, let's go sit down and enjoy the pizza.", she brushed the hair at the back of his head, her fingers dug deep into the blonde strands when he came back to the present. Blue eyes looked back at her as he nodded, they were glassy and red as he chuckled. "it's probably cold by now, i'm sorry.", he whispered, his tone so so broken. "Don't be sorry.", she patted his stomach, her other hand wrapped around his back. "Go sit down, i'll bring everything and you can pick what we watching, okay?", she offered him a shy smile, watching his lips turn in a half assed way, trying his hardest to mirror her own.

  "I'm sorry.", the words were spoken as she went for a bite, her eyes going from the cheese oozing off the side of her reheated pizza to him, he hadn't so much as touched a bite of his. "Don't be sorry and eat your pizza.", she hushed him, she didn't want him to feel bad for being upset. Rebecca had slipped days ago and spoke about his past, how haunting it was. She didn't give too much detail as his file didn't either. "But-", he started, his plate pressed to his thighs, she knew it was probably burning his skin under his jeans. She sighed, cutting him off as she placed her plate onto the coffee table. The clink followed by the couch creaking as she leaned over the middle seat, her chest brushing Leon's bicep. "Alright-", she lifted one of his pieces by the crust. "Since you're wanting to be sorry, you can be sorry with a mouthful of pizza.", she lifted the piece to his lips. To which he side eyed her with a confused look, like, genuinely confused. He didn't know what came over her to have her become so bold. "Open 'em.", her finger brushed his lip, "Open them~", she sing songed, "i didn't reheat this just for it to grow cold again because you're being pouty.", she pouted her lips, trying to crack the man's down facade.

  Leon's cheeks were on fire as her finger pad brushed his lip, her soft finger. He wanted to nip the flesh, to taste her. "Are you okay, Leon?", her voice was so caring and light. The pizza now laid down on the plate as Leon leaned up, sliding the plate next to hers, letting the thought of hunger leave his mind, he was hungry but this was a primal hunger as his hand cradled hers, rubbing the sides of her palm with his thumb. He wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her into him as he laid his back against the armrest. He felt the wood under the padding press into his spine. The weight of her body slowly rest upon his ribs. He couldn't pull his eyes from hers, the flustered look on her features as she let him lead her.

Her chest pressed to his as he lifted his arm from her back, pushing the strands of hair from her face, he wanted a good look, he wanted to study her. He needed to see her, to see her in this light, where he could openly gaze upon her and not feel like some creepy co worker. Her face followed his hand, silently asking for his touch. Her hair falling back into her face, his brows scrunching in annoyance as he pushed back the stubborn hair. Her eyes closed, lips parted as his thumb ran across her bottom lip. He watched, the curve of her nose, the apples of her cheeks and the dip of her chin. He couldn't help the heat that built within his core. His pretty little bunny, god, he wanted to ravish her. He felt so sick, he knew what he did before was wrong and the things he planned to put her through... he couldn't find it in himself to regret the plan that unfolded in his mind. He couldn't find it within himself to stop, to spare the powerless creature before him.

  "Can i kiss you?", the backs of his fingers brushed at the flat of her cheek, feather like as she pushed outback desperate breath of air, her lip tucked between her teeth as she succumbed to the warm affection she felt from him. Her chest heavy as she anticipated his next move, the words from his lips made her shiver, more intense than the cold. "Please...", she whimpered, she didn't care how desperate she looked, laying across his body, feeling how his core tightened, his body tensing from the sheer dominance he felt over her. Her desperation feeding straight into his headspace. His fingers caressing down until his pointer finger pressed into the bone of her jaw, before he twisted his hand, cupping her jaw and pulling her closer to him. His eyes on her lips as she moved closer under his command, his gesture. He could smell the beer on her breath, he knew his own held that same scent. Maybe that's why he felt like he could take her.

  His lips enclosed around her plump bottom lip, her taste bitter but the plush of her lip was enough to break the bitterness on his tongue. Fingers moved to the base of her skull, hand sliding up and into her hair. He fisted her hair, pushing her head closer to his as his breath fanned her face. Her own, daintier hands pressed to his pecks, her breath fanning his as a deep moan left Leon's lips, pooling into hers. He didn't think about how much more he'd crave her after this. His drug, his innocence, his bunny rabbit, caged under his control and blind to the dangers of the wolf she lay with. His fingers tightened their grip, pulling at her scalp as she whined into his mouth. He immediately opened his hand, massaging the spot he had pulled. "'m sorry-", he pulled back enough to mumble the words to her, his eyes still tightly closed as he connected their lips again, his tongue brushing against the plump of her lips. Her own parting to let him in, his wet muscle brushing against hers as he explored her mouth, the taste of beer and of her, it intoxicated him more than any alcohol could. He felt his cock brush her lower stomach, her own whiny moan falling on his tongue as he moved his other hand to grip at her face, holding her still as he felt her tongue brush his own. Fuck, he'd never have enough. She was so reactive, her whimper of pain from his harsh hold on her jaw had him reeling with excitement. He pulled away from her, a line of spit connecting them as he leaned back into her, her eyes locked on his face as he licked the spit from her lip, collecting it on his tongue and smiling at her, pressing a closed lip kiss to hers. "You're such a good girl, bunny. Taste so good.", he groaned, she moved to lean closer to his face, brushing her thigh against his hardened cock.

He hissed, pressing a brutal grip into her hips as he stopped her. Air sucked between his teeth as he threw his head back, "Fuck-!", his hips buckled up into her plush thigh. "Don't... i won't be able to stop with you.",  he whined, "i don't want to take you like this, sweet girl.", he lifted his head to look down at her. "Wanna make it special for you. Wanna treat you to dinner or something-", her hand brushed against the tent in his pants. Her lip held between her teeth. "Can i just taste you?", she gave him a shy peek, her eyes shining as she ran her finger over the apex of his tent. He snapped his hips up at her hand. "Bunny- no.", he grabbed her wrist, softer than he had earlier. "Not gonna have you suck me off and leave you all needy.", he groaned, his eyes closing as he thought about her cunt. He wanted to feel, to see. "Take your pants off.", he spoke to her. "Take them off, now.", she looked like a deer in headlights. Her body stilling, "I wasn't asking, bunny. Do it.", he growled, pushing her back so she laid on the couch. "Let me see you.", he whispered, his body now caging hers to the couch. "Come on... don't make me tell you again.", he took her hand, guiding it to her waist band of her pjs. "Atta girl.", he smirked, her cheeks blushed as she stared up at him, dazed as he pushed her into the submissive headspace. "Are you my bunny? My pretty, sweet little bunny?", he whispered, his lips going to her ear as he felt her knees come up, pushing her pants down below them. "Good girl.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss to the hook of her ear. "Let me look at you.", he sat back on his calves, he looked from her face that was turned form him, blushing as she had her eyes closed. Her chest that was speeding up in rhythm, her pretty, bare pubic, then her slit, her pretty, wet cunt. "She's crying for me.", he mused, a smile on his lips. "She wants some attention too, she was jealous i was paying too much attention to your pretty lips.", he whispered, leaning over and letting his breath fan her cunt. "She's so pretty, of course she is...", he ran his finger through her folds, collecting her slick as he gazed at how it dripped from his finger. "God, i just wanna fill you so full, bunny, see you dripping with my cum in that pretty pussy.", he moaned, her whiny breaths turning into pants as she tried to rub her legs together. His hand going between her legs and stopping them. "No. None of that, be patient, if you're greedy i'll stop.", he wanted her, he wouldn't stop, he just wanted to keep her in that desperate state.

  As soon as his lips went to hers, his hands wrapped around her thighs, the once bright light was gone with a flick. His eyes snapping open as she sat up. "Fuck.", she groaned, "the power.", she whined, pulling her knees up to her chest. Leon sat back, his eyes scanning for his phone in the pitch black, only the lightening from behind her window gave him any guidance. He felt for the device before securing it, flipping it and unlocking his screen. Severe Thunderstorm Warning: Threat to Property: Severe. "We're gonna be in this for a good little while.", he spoke as he watched the radar. "Just the calm before the storm.", she whispered, her head in her hands. "Appears so.", he sighed, "My place may still have power if you want me to take you?", he offered, "don't want you stuck here without power for who knows how long.", Leon brushed her hair back, seeing her hide her face in her hands. "Plus, you'll get to see my apartment, it's not nearly as cozy, but i usually don't lose power during the storms.", he smiled at her, if he took her to his, it just made them that much closer. It meant that he could show her into his life, since she'd be such a large part of it, she already was. He wanted her to be an even larger part, the largest... and maybe they could pick up here he left off.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

James Norrington x male pirate reader? Maybe the pirate got caught by James, heading to the gallows, but James free them instead?

Hello dear, thanks for your request.

James Norrington x male pirate reader 🏴‍☠️⚔ A matter of time⚓

Synopsis: James frees someone from his past from the gallows

Warning: mention's of hanging

The prison of Port Royal was rustic and unkempt; all the cells were lined in an orderly set of rows. Many men within the cells screamed and cursed names that shan’t have been brought to light. The officers at the entrance door wore red regimental coats and white shirts. Over the shirts were cross belts and grey breeches held by braces. They both wore black naval tricorne hats whilst their long hair was tied back with black ribbons. They held their Brown Bess muskets upright, gazing at a man formerly walking down the hall. The man wore a blue, full-skirted royal naval uniform made of wool fitted with very deep boot cuffs. He wore a white powdered wig with a black tricorn adorned with white feathers around the top. He held his hands behind his back, looking stern yet pristine, ignoring the prisoner's squabbles. The two lower-ranked officers saluted him, allowing him passage. He kept walking past all the cells while the prisoners shouted, “Oi, get’s me outta ere’!”, “Aye, I’m beggin ya”, “Lad, Lad, I’ll give ye three shillings fer tha keys”. He scowled at the sight of them, ‘good-for-nothing filthy pirates’ he thought. Scoundrels that held no honour or morals did all they did was steal, pillage, plunder, and commit the most treasonous crimes. His hatred for pirates stemmed from his childhood, ever since his father taught him. He despises any mentions of their names; to think anyone foolish enough to become one deserves a short drop and sudden stop.

The commodore halted in front of a particular cell, his eyes gazing coldly at the pirate seated in the corner. “I trust you’ve saved your prayers, for you shall hang at the gallows on this day”, he spoke with a deep, strict voice. The pirate in question was relatively quiet, unlike the others, he held no regard to acknowledge the commodore's presence. He was quite an untidy fellow, his hair in a mess, wearing a brown tricorn clothed with a brown frock coat and poet blouse. He wore black pantaloons and brown boots for shoes. The commodore had no care if the buccaneer wished to speak or act like a rapscallion. He was set to hang. “Do keep you’re your spirits high Mr L/n, I do believe your worthless life might just end quicker after all”.

The pirate, in turn, glanced up at the austere man with cold eyes. It seemed unfounded how a man had a deep detestation over one's life because they deemed themselves pirates. Had he known what true freedom was, one might say he would turn too. “Aye, keep yer knickers on, I know tis be me day of death, least I get ta visit fiddlers green in the afterlife”. James sternly spoke, “I believe where you’ll wind up, they’ll be no ‘fiddlers green’ but only your sinful damnation”.

The commodore ordered the naval officers to drag this scoundrel to the gallows. “Before ye send me ter me grave in Davy Jones’s locker, I ask why ye betrayed em’ commodore”. The statement in general, made James curious and halted the officers from opening the cell. “And what business do you wish to pry of mine, Mr L/n”.

“Cutler be at large, and ye stand thar a prideful man tha betrayed sparrah’s crew, hell, ye betrayed er—”.

“Whatever nosy rumours you’ve heard of is none of your concern.” The commodore furrowed his brows as his voice grew harsher.

“Aye but tis is, fer I recall a lass and lad back on that island searching fer a coffer” The pirate’s voice grew louder. “Why, don’t-che remember James, I was thar when ye ran wit tha chest, I saw ye leave Jack, Will and Miss Swann”.

“Don’t!” James growled.

“Yer guilty, tis written in yer deadlights”. It was impossible to reason; the pirate was a part of Jack’s crew and had pledged his loyalty to the captain. However, it all changed when the commodore came along, looking like a lost sod. He was a mess in a heap; his rank had become soiled. How could y/n not care for him? He was lost at sea in his state of well-being, drunk. Over time the two had formed a kindred relationship; they both bonded over the loss of their adventures and their devotion to their loved ones—James with Elizabeth and Y/n with Jack. Everything was going well when James betrayed the crew and turned y/n in. Left and set to hang for dead.

Albeit twas y/n’s fault for falling into such a bittersweet lie. Indeed, y/n cared for the commodore more than he should have. Oh alas, and ruin, a man’s yearning heart set on the beating beauty for a lass he is not.

James inhaled and quickly exhaled, displaying a sign of annoyance. He ordered the guards to open the cell and drag y/n out. With both on each side with one arm latched roughly around y/n’s, they began to head toward the gallows—or what should’ve been that way.

Upon exiting the building, the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops could be heard around Y/N. The individual took a moment to inhale the refreshing scent of the precipitation, relishing in its natural aroma. The droplets cascaded down from the sky, creating a stunning display as they contacted the pavement and pooled into small puddles. Y/N couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the opportunity to stand in place and bask in the mesmerising allure of the rain. As they moved, he savoured every moment of his freedom, relishing every breath of air inhaled and exhaled. Closing his eyes, he felt the raindrops caress his cheeks, cascading gently down his face. As the naval officers led him to the gallows, Y/n took in his surroundings with a sense of calm. His last breath left him, and he opened his eyes to the sight of the rolling sea, gently lapping against the docks of the bustling port. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing to his ears, and he imagined himself on a grand galleon, sailing towards the mythical Fiddler's Green with the wind in his hair. The view of the vast horizon was breathtaking, and he took it all in as he walked towards his destination. Every adventure he had flashed before his eyes, Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner and—

James.

Suddenly, the naval officers stopped and pushed the rogue before them. Y/n opened his eyes, feeling disoriented by the new surroundings. He expected to see the gallows and an angry crowd chanting his name in hatred, but instead, he found himself somewhere else, without the Hempen Holter.

They stood by the wooden dock where a schooner was anchored. All the sailors were carrying cargo onboard. As Y/n swivelled around, they were met with a rather grave countenance on James' face. His hands were firmly clasped at his back, and his brows were knitted together in a manner that suggested deep concern. Y/n, perplexed by his demeanour, approached the admiral's chains that were still attached to their wrists and legs. "Care ta enlighten me, James? Are ye tryna hornswoggle me mind?” y/n asked. The admiral swiftly ordered the naval officers to be dismissed, leaving the two of them alone. James drew closer to Y/n and removed the chains from their arms and legs, freeing them from their constraints. Y/n exaggeratedly stretched his arms while moving his arms from side to side. “I must admit, yer surely an odd one James”.

James grasped y/n by his shoulders and revealed his true expression of genuine worry. “Quickly, you don’t have much time, get on while you can—I don’t expect you or Elizabeth to forgive me but I can at least atone for my sins by saving you”.

As Y/n fixed his gaze upon the magnificent schooner, his eyes were brimming with a sense of purpose and longing. "Come with me, together we can break free from our current constraints an’ embark upon a new path," he suggested with a hopeful tone, inviting his companion to take the leap of faith with him. “Our paths may intertwine in the future y/n, but I mustn’t let Beckett know of Elizabeth’s whereabouts—neither your own.

"Go, now” "Please understand," he stated firmly, his expression stern and unwavering. In a sudden surge of emotion, James took hold of the pirate's shoulders and pressed his lips against his with an intense force, leaving them both gasping for breath. Y/n found themselves wrapped up in James's embrace, feeling the softness of his admiral's coat against their skin. "Tif fate allows us to reunite in Fiddler's Green, each and every treasure chest will bear your name, and I shall cherish em’ with all me heart."

As Y/n stepped onto the ship, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in his heart as he left James behind. They hurriedly made their way through onto the ship as they prepared to set sail. Meanwhile, James watched from a distance, his eyes locked on Y/n's retreating form, his hands clasping behind him, wishing desperately that Y/n could stay with him just a little bit longer. The helmsman shouted, “Prepare to set sail”. With one last look, y/n locked eyes with James and nodded as a departing gesture. “Aye, cap’n!” y/n shouted to the helmsman.

With a heavy heart, James gazed upon the ship as it slowly drifted away from the harbour, carrying away the one person who had captured his heart completely - y/n. As he watched the vessel shrink in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry and fear creeping up on him. He prayed fervently, hoping that his beloved would reach his destination safely and unharmed and that he would be able to find a new life filled with hope and happiness. Despite his own pain and despair, James knew that he had to remain strong and focused, no matter what challenges he might face.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[theodoresgirl]

Tavern Waitress Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader

A/N: I was daydreaming about this all day, and I've recently had a huge obsession with this man. Idk who let him be this fine tbh. 

Once upon a Time, Long before Storybrooke. There was a small village in the Enchantix Forest where a tavern was being run by a family. F/N was the tavern’s owner, But his wife, and their sons helped out everyday or when they could. He also had a daughter from an affair, Though the Affair isn’t known about. She also spends most of her time in the tavern. 

Y/n learned to help around the tavern at a young age, She started out cleaning up until she was old enough to handle drinks. Which started when she was around 16, maybe 18. She was also very pretty, And with where she worked she was new to the comments and the glances she would get. 

Y/n was whipping down one of the big tables in the back corner of the tavern. She was humming a tune to one of the shanties she’s heard over the years. She looked over at the door after hearing a big group of rough looking men walk into the tavern. They were loud and sounded harsh. One of them looked around and his eyes landed on her and the empty table was just big enough for his crew. 

Her eyes were back at the table, She finished wiping the table down and putting the rag in the apron when a shiny silver hook lays on the table. ``This table taken love?`` A male voice asks her, in a musky tone, Something out of a fairy-tale. Y/n blushes at the sound of his voice and looks up to meet his piercing blue eyes, All she could see were the ocean waves in them. 

``I-its open.. W-what can I get you guys?`` She shudders a bit before collecting herself as they sit down. ``Rum for all my men love.`` The male with the hook smiled. ``Coming right up ?`` She turns her head slightly asking for his name or something to call this fine pirate. ``Captain Killian Jones, or Captain Hook`` When he says the last part he lifts up his hook. Y/n nods and laughs a bit at the name choice ``No idea if that was a pun, but darling you're funny. I’ll go get that rum.`` She smiles before counting all the men and going back behind the bar to start pouring the drinks. ``y/n`` one of her brothers called out from over the bar, She looked up pouring the last of the rum. `` Those are pirates Be careful.`` He whispers helping her put the beer steins on two separate trays. `` Yeah, I know. And you should know my response is.`` She stares at him just giving him a look. ``Adventure blah blah blah.`` He shook his head, ``Everything around them gets poisoned. It's your funeral or sleeping spell.`` 

She rolled her eyes at his comment, Wasn’t the first time her brother tried to warn her. Even in an asshole way. She lifts one of the trays and walks it over to the table and hands the drinks on that tray out before going to get the second tray to do the same thing again. ``There we have it, Rum for everyone. Enjoy lads`` She smiles humming softly. The man smirks at her enthusiasm ``Thank you love. Keep em coming too.`` Killian bows his head to her before taking a sip of the rum. ``Will do captain`` she turns around and walks back to the bar to re wipe it down.

—

A few hours later, and a few rounds of drinks later Killian’s crew had headed back to the old Jolly Roger and he stayed behind for some more drinks and the pretty faces.  

Killian finds himself at the bar in the tavern watching y/n go around serving everyone else. He waves his hook and calls for her even after one of her brothers goes over to Killian and asks if he needs a refill. She makes her way over to the bar grabbing the bottle of rum with a smile on her face. She pours more rum into his beer stein, Killian had a shameless smirk on his face watching her. 

`` It could be the few shots i’ve done or are you fond of me?`` She asked, learning on the bar looking into his eyes, Piercing blue eyes, how he was blessed with them would be a question for the gods surely. ``Is it that obvious?`` `` Well I’m sure everyone has noticed your eyes not leaving me, or you not letting anyone refill your drink but-`` Killian cuts her off `` you? You’re smart love`` 

She chuckles softly and shakes her head. ``Yeah? Is that you or the rum talking daring?`` He takes a sip of the rum ``Could be both, But you could also find out`` He smirks. She blinks not really surprised about what he said but if he meant it. ``Oh?-``

``What time do you get off love?`` He finishes the rum he had in his beer stein. ``I am off whenever I wanna be off`` She smiles and raises an eyebrow curiously. ``Are you good with ships?`` He asked. ``Would you believe it if i said i’ve hardly ever left these four walls?`` She leaned in and whispered, smiling softly. ``I wouldn’t believe it but, I could show you what's outside these 4 walls`` He takes one of her hands in his good hand and kisses it. 

``Could you really?`` She blushes at the contact, and is tempted. Y/n’s father wouldn't stop her if she wanted to leave. He may be upset but he’ll get over it sometime. Killian nods, grabbing her other hand and places a kiss on it as well. ``I could show you the sea.``

[casinocarpediem]

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~ Call me Shocked, I'm 19+ years old and I make nsfw content. Mostly for male readers and gn readers but not fem readers. Any Pronouns, I don't mind.

~ Spanish-Filipino, agender

~ I like to grill and play cards (for fun... I won't promise that I'm an expert though hehe)

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~ fem characters

~ fetishizers

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~ minors and underaged content

~ [EXTREMELY DETAILED] gore and violence (there is a limit to the amount of violence I tolerate)

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~ male reader or gender neutral reader, sub or dom may depend and or vary

~ spiderverse (legal of age)

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~ Oscar Isaac characters

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[melodygatesauthor]

Control

Blue Jones X m!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by Anonymous

Kinks - Abuse of Power + Blowjobs

Summary

Blue Jones is the head orderly for a men's insane asylum, and he has a certain way he likes to establish his control over everyone inside.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, male reader, blow jobs, cum eating, dubious consent, abuse of power, power imbalance, orderly and patient relationship, inappropriate relationship

Word Count: 777 (how the hell did I manage that??)

Blue had all the control, he made that much clear when you’d first arrived in the asylum. You were on your knees behind his desk while he sat in his chair, legs spread wide and fat cock bobbing against his sweat stained t-shirt. You gulped, looking at it, knowing exactly what he expected of you, and you were always a good boy for him.

“Are you gonna take care of this thing now or am I going to have to remind you who’s in charge around here?” He looked irritated, so you hurried to him, shuffling on your knees until you were eye-level with his massive girth.

“Sorry B-Blue I–”

“Shut the fuck up! If you’re talking it means you aren’t–o-oh fuck…” he threw his head back and bucked his hips upward as you took him in your mouth.

You gagged, but it didn’t stop you from continuing. His cock was big, stretching your throat out to accommodate his size. You felt it throb in your mouth; you tasted the delicious salty-sweet precum when you slid back and then forward again. Blue grunted, grabbing the back of your head and fucking your mouth even harder.

You felt your own arousal building, the press of your erection against your elastic waistband was maddening. You grabbed Blue’s thigh with one hand and then reached into your pants to palm your own length. Blue chuckled amusedly.

“You like sucking my cock that much? Huh?” He swiped some drool off your chin and licked it off his thumb, “fuck! You’re so good at it honey, d-don’t stop!”

You kept going, sucking on his dick while he thrust his hips even more against your face. The smell of his musk filled your nostrils every time his pubic hair touched your lips. You moaned around him, enjoying the feeling of your caged fist jerking around your girth in time with your bobbing head. Blue’s raspy breaths were inspiring you to leak all down your shaft, keeping your skin nice and slick so you could work on yourself a little easier.

“You know I’m gonna feed you a belly full of cum don’t you?” He licked his lips while watching you, “gonna–fuck–gonna keep you nice and full of me.”

His voice grew dark, laced with gravel as you continued. He grabbed the back of your head again, forcing your mouth to stay in place while he fucked even harder against the back of your throat. You felt tears forming, spilling over your cheeks as he moved at an unrelenting pace, hips driving up into you harshly.

You moaned deeply, lips vibrating over his length as you continued to fist your own. Blue was groaning with every gag he forced from you. You imagined how it must’ve felt to have your throat clenching around him as he gave you more than you could handle. You squeezed his thigh tighter for stability, feeling your cock growing harder in your palm while you kept sucking Blue off. He tasted so good in your mouth, you could let him fuck your throat for hours.

“That’s it, I can tell you’re close just by how pathetic you sound, whining like a little bitch on my cock, fuck-that’s-it-don’t-s-stop!”

He punctuated each word with a rough snap of his hips. His thrusting stopped suddenly, voice coming out in choked, rasping moans while he spilled his warmth down your throat. His hips were flush with your face with your nose buried in his pubic hair; a smell you could bathe yourself in. Your own arousal peaked while you moaned noisily over his still throbbing girth, shooting your hot spurts on the floor in a pool at your knees.

Blue sat there, still buried in your mouth for a moment longer before he released you, lips sliding off his fat cock with a wet pop. Saliva dribbled down your chin with what little spend you hadn’t managed to swallow. Your throat was sore, likely bruised, but it was a small price to pay for what pleasure you got from serving Blue.

He looked down at the floor and tsked, chest heaving, “look at the fucking mess you made, lap that up for me, filthy boy.”

You leaned forward, cleaning the floor with your tongue, slurping up the puddle of cum you spilled in your moment of heated passion. You heard him chuckle, so your eyes shot up to meet with his gaze. He was entertained, watching you obey his command and clean up after yourself. He enjoyed humiliating you as much as he could.

“That’s my good boy, now go rest that pretty mouth of yours, I’ll want to use it again later.”

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character list

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DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

[jellyfishcake]

saw your cry for help on writing smth... how about a (underground) Jones & reader, & Jones is a father figure & vice versa (he misses his kids...) & he's helping you patch yourself up cause you're really squeamish?? just a concept idk what ur boundaries 4 writing are I hope this is good though !!

Jonesy x reader [platonic]

Warnings: Blood, fighting, guns, reader is kinda silly. 😿

You ran into the house trying to get away from Triple threat she been chasing you for awhile with her duo clash. "Leave me alone" you yelled at them from the window "We just want the medallion" Clash yelled back at you "Nuh uh" you said as you go out the back door. Your stamina is running out very fast but you see a red car next to a purple car before you can think a bullet goes past your ear it went through your skin putting a hand to stop the dark liquid from coming out. "I GOT THEIR EAR" you hear Clash say out loud you feel liquid on your hand it's starting to go down not wanting to look.

You start to walk 'NO NOT RIGHT NOW' thinking to yourself "They slowed down come on" Triple threat shoots another bullet towards you. But this time the pain comes from the bottom of your right leg not thinking straight you try to pull out your blue smg but instead you throw a med kit at them "D-did you.. just throw a med kit a-at us?" Clash stops as she says while stuttering a little bit she looks at Triple threat in disbelief "No way" they both start to laugh out loud "A ME-MED KIT I-I-IS WI-WILD" Triple threat says out loud while laughing a little too hard. Clash puts her hand on Triple threat shoulder "Ummm.. i-it's not th-that funny" you decided to speak up as your hands fumble with each other.

As they continue to laugh you remove your hand and look at your hand with wide eye's "Oh my.." before you could say anything you hear a two gunshots looking up you see Clash and Triple threat both dead with them going back to lobby. "Are you ok" hearing a male voice come from your side "NOO I'M NOT OK JONES" you yell out while putting up your bloody hand to Jones face he looks down to see more blood on your pants "What happened their" he points to your right leg "THEY SHOT ME" feeling disgust by looking at the blood "I feel like throwing up" turning your head to the left not wanting to see the blood. "Well we got to heal you up before the storm gets us" as he turns to walk but you decided to stay put 'Damn man my legs hurts and my ear too and he expects me to walk' putting back your hand back in place on your ear "ARE YOU GOING TO WALK" he yells at you "NO" you yell back "WELL YOU HAVE TOO" both of his hands make a circle around his mouth "I FEEL HORRIBLE" the feeling of liquid on your leg and ear has to be worst ever.

"I GUESS WE ARE GOING TO DIE OF THE STORM THEN" after hearing that you given in dieing to the storm is the worst then seeing blood every step you take pain is all you feel "I can carry you to pleasant piazza were close to it" you nod "Ok it might hurt a little but it's the only way" as he pick you up one of your legs and arm around both of his shoulders "Are you seriously carrying me like" as you look at the ground "What it's way easier like this" putting his left arm around you wrist and the other around the back of the knee. You hold back a scream as your right leg moves up and down "I told you it would hurt"

Jones starts walking "Why did you even land on the other side of the map" not answering the question he asked you "I mean if you wanted the medallion I could have landed with you." You feel something going down your ear to the bridge of your nose 'The blood is going down my face' on the ground you can see drops of blood making a trail each step Jones makes so closing your eye's you didn't even hear what Jones was saying everything felt slow around you breathing started to feel hard to do. Not even knowing that Jones put you down on the floor letting you lay back on the tree "Hey it's ok look at me" both of his hands on each side of your checks opening your eye's.

"That's it" the whole world was on him in your mind "Breath with me" as he breath in deeply "Hold it and breath out" his mouth making a 'O' shape as he let's it out. You follow his pace "Good" you watch him pull out bandages from his inventory "I'm going to patch you up ok" opening the bandages and wrapping it around the leg that got shot "It hurts" you say quiet but enough for him to hear. "I'm surprised they even put you in the shit hole" he say with a laugh at the end "Me too" smiling at him "I know you can fight but I don't think you were meant for this" finishing up the wrap "I don't like doing this every time killing people and winning doing it again."

"I know but you can't escape it" he pulls out a small tissue "Close your eye's" closing them you feel the tissue going up and down to wipe away the blood.

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Posting this before I get busy tomorrow writing this in the middle of the night. Might finish though ☝️🤓

[tiredly101]

Aren't you a jewel?

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Killian Jones x Emma Swan Brother Male!Reader

Timeline: Killian Jones flirting with Emma at beginning until you put him up against a wall and tell him to stop hitting on your twin sister. Male!Reader went with alongside Emma when she was put in the tree as a baby (just imagine the tree takes three persons instead of only two). (After they took Peter Pan out of Henry's body)

Warning: He found what happened in the timeline attractive. Male!Reader is kind of OCC called as Jack throughout the story (you can change the name). Relentless flirting.

His nickname for you: Jewel

It wasn't weird that the great Captain Hook found a woman, Emma Swan, attractive. He mostly found most woman attractive when they have a sort of bite, what he didn't expect was that it could happen if a man that was handsome did the same.

Jack was as normal as the next guy, son of the famous Prince Charming and Snow White; complete opposite in personality since he would not give a fuck about anyone's feeling if it was a life or death situation; he was a little bit impulsive too but still a great guy. When he found out there was a pirate hitting on his twin sister, who literally looks nothing like him, he decided to take action on it unlike his nice-to-the-bone father.

Captain Hook pov

I'm walking down the docks when I see a gorgeous man; he was perfectly build, had beautiful curly black hair with some stunning grey eyes that popped out because of the slight eyeliner he had on. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that still showed of his perfectly sculpted arms. Apart from all of that he was wearing some beautiful black boots.

"Aren't you jewel?", I thought while I looked at him as discreetly that I could. I guess I didn't do such a great job since he started walking my way. He didn't stop when he reached where I was standing so I instinctively started to back up until I finally was against a wall.

When he finally reaches me, I put my hands up out of instinct, well a hook and a hand, in a try of self defense but he simply grabs both and puts them on top of my head preventing movement and one of his legs ended up pressing against my crotch while he leaned over to see my face better. I can now tell that his grey eyes have specks of blue and his face was littered with freckles that just added to his beauty. What I definitely couldn't help but notice that the pressure of his knee on my crotch brought a sense of pleasure that wasn't intended by the beautiful man.

— You're quite handsome which doesn't help on threatening you but stay the hell away from my sister — the man said with a voice that just matched his look. This is bloody intoxicating.

— Mate, you may have to tell me who your sister is, aye? — I said while straining my voice slightly at the feeling of his knee moving a bit.

— Emma Swan and I'm Jack Swan — said Jack while he held eye contact in such a way that made me swallow harshly.

— I won't bother her again mate, you can trust me in that — I said while I clench my jaw harder at the feeling of his leg moving but he seemed to notice and he smirked while he moved his leg harsher making me whimper against my will.

— I believe you — Jack said before letting my hands go and walking away with a slight sway on his hips. I watched as he walked away while my eyes trained at his ass after I looked at front he floor (like in the gift). I smile to myself since I now need to woo the handsome man know as Jack Swan.

-

I'm taking a sip from my coffee at Granny's when I see Jack enter with Henry next to him. I can't help but overhear their conversation.

— Let me get this straight, little man. You want to check out the mines that everyone is banned from because of security issues because there might be some magical thingy that might help stop Rumple from killing Captain Hook aka Killian Jones? — asked Jack while sitting two or three seats away from me, not noticing my mere existing.

— That's correct — said Henry while he looked at Jack expecting an answer.

— So my opinion's are, get killed by Regina aka your mom because I didn't stop you, get killed by my sister aka your other mom because I didn't go with you or get killed by my nephew aka you because you dragged me to the mines? — asked Jack while Henry nodded while he looked at Jack with hope. Jack looked like he was thinking before I saw him shrug.

— I'm going with the third option, just let me change and get actual things we need in a mine. Just wait for me, here have some money and buy yourself a hot chocolate or something while you wait — Said Jack before walking off after giving Henry the money.

Some minutes passed and I see Jack with a tight white shirt and some loose military pants making me swallow hard yet again.

— Let's go little man, adventure and possible death from your uncle awaits — said Jack while he and Henry walked off towards the mines. I should probably tell the Charming's that their kid and grandchild are both going towards danger.

-

I finally arrive at the apartment and knock on the door. I'm received by Snow White otherwise known as Mary Margaret and Prince Charming also known as David. I can see in the background Emma Swan and Regina, or the Evil Queen, talking over a cup of coffee.

— I'm going to make it short mate's and lassie's, Henry and Jack are going towards the mines that she banned the public from going to — I said while I pointed at Regina while everyone looked at each other in what seemed to be panic.

— Well, what are we waiting for? — asked David while everyone started to leave the apartment heading towards the abandoned mines.

-

When we get there, the first thing we see is Henry looking around in panic until his eyes land in us where he makes a sign to follow him.

— C'mon, hurry! — said Henry as we all ran after him, following him. I can't help but wonder where Jack is.

We look around and see Henry running towards Jack whom is laying in the ground while some blood come from his head and from a big shard of cristal stabbed in his leg.

I run towards Jack and pick him up while I let the other's guide me to the hospital. I look at Jack face and see how his eyes open slightly making him stare at me. I smile at him and see how a small blush spreads though his cheeks before he closes his eyes again with a sight.

— You told on Henry and me, didn't you? — Jack asked me while his face scrunched in slight pain while he snuggled closer to my chest. I look at him and smile to myself.

— Aye, mate — I said while I kept on following the rest of the Charming's. I feel some lips in my check making me stop for a second before going back to running. I look at Jack and I see him smiling like if he didn't do anything, like if he won a game.

I stop in my tracks and give Jack a kiss. I gave him a peck but then I gave him another one and another and another until we were kissing passionately. I feel him moan quietly when I enter my tounge in his mouth and with that little insetive I started sucking and exploring every single corner of his mouth.

— Hook! Stop kissing my son and get your ass inside of the car — screamed David making me pull away from Jack's mouth with a smile and a bit of embarrassment but Jack gave me another bruising kiss while he pulled my hair and then let me run to the truck.

Looks like I won a battle but it seems Jack won the war, yet again...

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master List - 83

Easy Night - Wednesday Addams x Reader

Dating Wednesday Addams and Being bonded with Venom would include...

Being Principal Weems’ kid and Dating Wednesday Addams would include...

Yandere! Wednesday Addams Would Include...

Being a vampire & Dating Wednesday Addams would include...

Alone for the weekend - Archie Andrews x Male Reader Cooper x Kevin Keller (Smut)

Please don't play 80’s music - Jughead Jones x Male Reader x Archie Andrews (Smut)

Who the hell is Bruce Springsteen - Archie Andrews x Male Reader

Blue Monday not so blue - Kevin Keller x Male Reader x Archie Andrews (Smut)

Shake the snow globe but don't break it - Archie Andrews x Male Reader (Smut)

Extra Work - Archie Andrews x Male Reader (Smut)

Tell me tonight - Zendaya x Male Reader (Smut)

It happened - Tamaki Amajiki & Guys from BNHA x Female Reader (Smut)

Sage - Peter Parker x Male Reader (Smut)

Strange hold - Peter Parker x Male Reader

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BEFORE YOU INTERACT ༄

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彡 interaction 「 � 」

✩ dni: AI users of any kind that includes AI character chats, tag cloggers (don't tag your life updates with "x reader" fuck off). ✩ do not copy or translate my work and do not copy or translate my work onto any other sites. this is the only site my work is available on. besides a portuguese translation on wattpad. will link when i have it. ✩ do not steal my themes or layouts. ✩ ask my permission to elaborate on my ideas in a separate post, or elaborate on those ideas in a reblog of my post. do not just take my idea and post your elaboration about it on your own blog, that is what the reblog button is for. ✩ if you are directly inspired by my work, credit me by @ in your post. ✩ ask my permission to use one of my au's.

彡 my au's 「 � 」

✩ sk!anakin ✩ adultfilm!/pornstar!anakin ✩ baby daddy!anakin ✩ 6’7!anakin

✩ dark!hayden ✩ work dad!hayden ✩ baby daddy!hayden

✩ baby daddy!jason

✩ baby daddy!hak

彡 characters 「 � 」

what characters do you write for? ¡! ❞

✩ here's a definitive list of every character i've ever written, character's i'd like to write for, etc. ✩ thirst for whoever you want in the inbox at any time after you read my rules. ✩ sometimes i'll announce a character/scenario i'm into and would like to hear from you about, so check my announcements tag for any recent info.

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how'd you get the green text? ¡! ❞

✩ bbcode & html text colorizer | follow the prompts -> copy the bottom box aka the "html code" -> go to tumblr on desktop -> create post -> click top right gear for settings -> scroll down to "text editor" to select "html" -> paste your clipboard -> scroll up to the select "html" or "preview" to both edit html and see how it looks after you do.

how'd you put links in your bio? ¡! ❞

✩ go to tumblr on desktop -> go to the blog settings -> copy: <a href="[insert link here]">[text you want the link to be attached to here]</a> for example, mine would look like: <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/hanasnx/697970103257530368/about">影</a> -> click "edit appearance" in blog settings -> paste in bio section and edit accordingly. the "accent" color of your blog will be the color of the link in your bio.

how do you edit your photos to indy green? ¡! ❞

✩ go to your photo editing app, i use picsart -> pick a plain image -> completely cover the plain image with the color of your choice completely -> save it. -> pick your image you want to edit -> open it in picsart -> on the bottom panel, scroll until you see "add photo" and click it -> pick the plain color image you made earlier and add it -> cover your image completely with color image but do not apply it yet -> click "blend" on bottom panel -> choose "overlay." -> open your layers in the top right -> select the non-plain-color image -> scroll bottom panel until you find "adjust" click it -> play around with the saturation, more often than not i get rid of all saturation, but sometimes i leave muted color accents of my choice by using the eraser tool and changing its opacity. -> once you're satisfied with its adjustments whether it's contrast or saturation you adjusted, click "apply" -> open layers again, and use the eraser tool at the top to erase any spots of the color image you think are too heavy. you can change the eraser opacity and hardness for a softer blend -> once satisfied, click "apply" -> save it. you're done.

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✩ anakin skywalker song albums ✩ anakin skywalker + muse ✩ playlist masterlist for anakin, vader, hayden, star wars, etc ✩ anakin skywalker + brutus lyrics

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✩ hayden christensen watchlist ✩ anakin skywalker watchlist

彡 star wars info 「 � 」

✩ i am not a star wars fan, i'm just a darth vader fan and everything that comes with him. ✩ i only care about lucas saga. the contents of the original trilogy, the prequels, some comics, some video games, and some books. disney sw is fine sometimes, but not the text i go off of. ✩ hayden christensen's depiction in attack of the clones, and revenge of the sith is my favorite and the definitive anakin skywalker characterization. that is my personal opinion that shows through in my blog. ✩ i am not an anakin/vader apologist.

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✩ profile/header picture: pinterest

✩ navi pictures: pinterest ✩ edited by me: picsart

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✩ i do not own the images of the characters or the characters themselves (unless stated “oc”) on the panels or in fics, i only write them in fictional scenarios.

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