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You look distracted, Hunny // Smut

Pairings: Jack Thompson x Stark!Reader

Pronounces: They/Them

Warnings: Sex p/v, dirty talk, bottom!Jack

Summary: Peggy Carter asks Y/N Stark to be a distraction at the gala where they have a mission. Y/N is distracting, but doesn't follow the plan

Word count: 1553

A/N: This is the filthiest I have ever written

When Peggy came to them and asked to help with a secret mission, they expected to be a watchdog, not a distraction

"Please tell me why I'm doing this again" Y/N was walking around the Gala, trying to locate their objective

"Because he needs to be distracted so Mr. Jarvis and Dottie won't get seen with each other" Y/N heard Peggy say from the comms

"You owe me one, Peg," They said walking towards the bar as they spotted agent Thompson "Whiskey, please," They said to the mixologist standing behind the bar

"You here alone?" Y/N turned their head to the side to see Agent Thompson sipping on his glass

"Yes," They gave him a seductive smile and bashed their eyelashes just enough to let his mind wander "And you? You look like someone who'd bring a date"

"I'm here alone, darling" They swore they heard an accent some place under his voice

"What a shame. Such a handsome man as yourself shouldn't be alone at such a beautiful Gala" They said before taking a sip of their drink

"Don't flirt with him, Y/N" They heard Sousa say

"You know, you look oddly familiar" Y/N got off her stool and stepped closer to the blond agent

"Do I now?" They still had that seductive smile on their lips "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"I don't know yet" It's a good thing Y/N knows agent Thompson, but it's not a good thing when it's the other way around "Y/N Stark"

"I know my name, what's yours?" Hopefully, he didn't have the file on them. He properly doesn't as it's classified, but still, he's an SSR agent

"Jack Thompson" It wasn't a part of the plan, but, looking into his hazel eyes, they were sure the night was gonna end in sex. One place or another

"Do you really want your night to end alone, Jack?" Y/N knew either one of them wanted their night to end alone

"Y/N, what are you doing?" They ignored Peggy at the other end

"No" Jack looked down into the floor, giving Y/N the opportunity to take out their earpiece and dumb it in their glass and put it behind the counter "I don't want to end up alone tonight. What about you, Y/N?" Y/N stepped closer to Jack, making them stand in between his legs, faces inches apart

"Depends on who I'm ending up with" Jack's breath quickened as Y/N's lips were millimeters away from his "I have to go home" Y/N sighed when Jack pushed himself closer and Y/N pulled back

"Let me drive you," He said as he stood up

"You don't know where I live," They said, laughing a little

"You could tell me" Jack pulled Y/N's body closer to his by their waist

"Fine. I let you drive me" If this was a normal invitation to a gala, they probably wouldn’t had ended up with someone they just met

Y/N tried to open their door, but it was hard when Jack was standing behind them kissing their neck “I’ll kill you if you leave any hickeys”

“Understood” He said and turned Y/N around as they got the door opened

Jack pushed them inside the doors as he was kissing them with force. Y/N closed the door as their hands were occupied with both tucking Jacks hair and trying to get his tie loose

“Desperate much, Y/N�� He said and grinned into the kiss

“You’re the one who’s desperate. Getting into bed with a person you’ve just met” They said as they pulled his tie above his head not wasting anytime to get it all loose

“And what about you? Hm? You also just met me” He said unbuttoning his button up

“I’ve been watching you for longer” They said pulling them both into their bedroom trying to get his belt off while kissing up and down his neck making sure to leave hickeys

“You know, it’s not fair that you have all you clothes on, but I’m almost naked” Jack said which was followed with a moan as he kicked off his shoes and theirs followed

“If it was your house, it might have been different” They said between kisses that went from the right side of his neck, across his throat, and to the left side of his neck “My house, my rules” They said she finally gave in and pulled down the zipper to their dress and slipped it down their body, leaving them in their matching bra and panties

Y/N pushed Jack back so he sat down on the bed. He reached out to their hips and pulled them onto his lap “Is it supposed to be comforting that you’ve been watching me for longer?” He asked as Y/N started kissing him again

“It wasn’t my intention, but, is it?” They asked as they looked deep into his eyes and started rocking their hips lightly which caused him to close his eyes and moan “Tell me. Was it?”

“No” He managed to get out as his breath started to tremble “Please” He moaned as he put his head on their shoulder

“Please what, baby?” They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed to hear him say it

“Please fuck me” He breathed out as he started to scratch up and down Y/N’s back

“Of course, darling,” They said as they got off of Jack's lap “Take off your boxers” They demanded which he happily and quickly did “Good boy,” They said and got onto their knees right in front of him

They took his cock in their hand and licked a stripe from the base to the tip which made his breath tremble as his eyes rolled back in his head. Y/N spit in her palm before stroking him a few times before taking him in their mouth

“Fuck” Jack moaned and put his hand in Y/N’s hair to make them take him in more, but which resulted in them grabbing his hand and pulling it away “Please let me touch you” He moaned as she started going up and down

The bedroom was quickly filled with Jacks loud moans which they had no intention to cover “Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum” It was Y/N’s cue to get off and stood up “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Get in the middle” They demanded which he happily did. He would do anything for the person in front of him. As he got in the middle of the bed, Y/N clipped off her bra and slid off her underwear and discovered them in the pile of clothes on the floor

“You’re gorgeous,” Jack said as Y/N straddled his lap, but not sitting down and as he put his hands on their waist

“And you look even more handsome naked” They smiled seductively

“Please. I need you to fuck me” He moaned as he closed his eyes “Please” He bucked up his hips, but Y/N pulled away

“Only if you’ll be a good boy, and not do this stunt again”

“I swear. Please. I swear I'll be good” His eyes started watering. He never thought he’d be this submissive to anyone. He was always the one in charge. He wasn’t used to this

“Good. Now, if you don’t keep your promise, you’ll get punished. You get that?” They asked as they hovered over him

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Please, fuck me. I want you”

“No. You don’t want me. You need me, and I don’t think you can accept that. You’re too embarrassed to be so submissive. You hate not being in charge. Is that correct?” They leaned down and hovers their mouth over his pulse point. He nodded “I need to hear you, baby”

“Yes. That is correct” He admitted

“Thank you,” They said as they started sucking at his pulse point, dragging short but loud moans out of him

“Please” He moaned. Y/N started stroking him a few times, still wet from their mouth. Y/N took in just the tip which made them moan a little “Fuck, Y/N” They slid more down onto his cock taking almost all of it in, making them both moan loud

Y/N put their forehead on Jack’s as they started rocking their hips. Soon the room was filled with both of their loud moans, defiantly heard by the neighbours

Y/N sat up straight as they started picking up their speed and sat Jack trusted his hips to meet their movements

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna cum” He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Y/N could as well feel the knot in her lower stomach tightening

“Show, don’t tell,” They said as they put their hands on his chest. With just a few more seconds, Jack came and Y/N followed short after

Y/N got off, laid beside Jack, and pulled the sheets over the two of them

“We should do that again sometime” Y/N smiled and kissed Jacks' cheek

“We should” He sighed and looked towards them

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader[4.3K] loosely based on the movie float, lifeguard!steve, a summer full of swim lessons. mentions of drowning, eventual smut 18+

SWIM LESSON SCHEDULE

LESSON #2

[Six Months Before]

Steve Harrington was standing in Tammy Thompson’s backyard, bumping his knuckles against Eddie’s as the boy approached with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand.

Eddie had dragged you out, brown eyes pleading as per, promising he’d score big at this party and he’d definitely buy you a burger and shake with his takings on the way home. Midnight, he’d said, swear it, he’d said. But the clock in Tammy’s moms kitchen was ticking towards one o’clock and when Eddie spotted Steve - and Jonathan Byers - out by the pool, you’d made the decision to hang back.

They were too close to the water, the lagoon shaped pool lit up in the night by an underwater glow, yellow-white spotlights that made sure you could see just how deep it was. There were some girls hanging close by, dresses and skirts rucked up their thighs and their shoes long lost as they dipped their legs into the bright blue water, pink lips around cherry vodka bottles and their eyes on the boys - a potential ride home in more ways than one.

“M’not gonna let you just fall into the pool,” Eddie had frowned when you’d told him you’d wait inside. “Who even does that anyway? You’re not wasted enough for that sweetheart.”

And you weren’t. Barely tipsy, actually. 

But the pool took up most of the patio space and other people were drunk, stumbling around the yard and trying to dance to the music that came from the open kitchen door. The water was too much, too deep, too blue, too dark.

And Steve Harrington was too pretty and intimidating - but you didn’t tell Eddie that part.

Jonathan spotted you over Eddie’s shoulder and waved, smiling kindly before he said something that made Eddie’s eyes light up with excitement. And that was okay because Jonathan was quiet and sweet and always polite to you, commenting on the books he’d see you reading when he passed you in town and sometimes he’d bump into you during Eddie’s hellfire meetings, passing as he picked up his little brother.

Steve, you didn’t see as much. Only from afar, usually. He was quieter than he’d been in high school, crownless and a little softer around the edges than when you sat two rows behind him in Mrs Click’s class. But Robin had a lot of things to say about him, gentle ribbing that was always wrapped in a fondness anyone with eyes could see and for a while, you thought that maybe they were a thing until Robin had vehemently told you that they were everything but.

Platonic with a capital P, she’d told you, popping the last letter and hiding the burn in her cheeks. 

But still, you knew he gave her rides to work before he drove himself to the pool, acting oblivious and almost uncomfortable when the hoards of freshman girls made a point to pick the loungers closest to the lifeguard tower. 

Not that you’d ever seen such a thing. But Robin liked to poke fun and Eddie was a bigger gossip than the cheerleader he used to date during his sophomore year. 

So really, you had once mused, there wasn’t really any reason to be so avoidant of Steve Harrington now. Except, once you finally admitted to yourself you had an awfully bad crush on him, that was excuse enough. He would nod and smile politely at you when he ran into you and Eddie around town, at the mall, in the crowds at parties. And on good days, you’d smile back, lips thin and tight in an overly polite grimace of some sort but neither of you attempted to make conversation with each other. Any awkward silences were filled by your mutual friend, Eddie talking loudly and animatedly about whatever topic came to mind, his curls and his laugh both big enough to patch over any uncomfortable silences.

So when a few minutes passed with you staring into your drink, watching the ice cubes melt into whatever concoction Eddie had handed you, you didn’t expect Steve to appear beside you. He was busying himself with the stack of beers on the kitchen counter beside you, but he cleared his throat all the same, unsure about it as he gained your attention. But he was looking at you, purposeful, as if his elbow softly knocking yours wasn’t an accident. 

His gaze was still holding yours as he popped the cap off of a bottle of bud light lime, the cap hitting the floor. You blinked at him, eyes only straying for a second to see that Eddie was still out by the pool talking to Johnathan and some other guy you didn’t know. Brows furrowed, you turned back, lips parting to ask if everything was okay, because why else would Steve Harrington be looking at you. 

But then he was talking, smiling sweet and kind and holding a little of that confidence you knew back in school. It was still there, that self assurance that he had years ago, but it was muted, a boldness that wasn’t quite dimmed but definitely softened. It made him seem even more intimidating, prettier with his messier hair and scruff along his jaw, his clothes less tight and pressed. 

“You doin’ okay?” 

You blinked again, wondering if he really was talking to you. But there was no one else around and you gripped your cup a little tighter, nodding before you could make a fool of yourself. “Me? Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve shrugged, smiling as he took a sip from his beer and he gestured out to the patio, to the pool and to Eddie who was grinning at you. “Just wondered why you weren’t coming out, that’s all. You’re normally glued to Munson.”

You scrunched your nose, cheeks warming because he wasn’t wrong, but the reminder of how close you usually stuck to Eddie made you feel younger, childlike. 

“It’s not like… that,” you explained, although you weren’t sure why you were bothering. “Us. Eddie and I- it’s not like we’re together, or anything.” You immediately regretted your words, the explanation feeling thick and clumsy on your tongue and your neck was burning, heat creeping up along your jaw.

Steve was still smiling, grin hid behind his beer and his brows were raised. He looked amused, nodding as you stumbled around each word and when you frowned, gulping down your watery cranberry and vodka, he grinned wider. “Yeah, no-- I know,” Steve assured you. He shrugged, “still, thanks for the clarification. S’good to know.”

You never found out what he meant by that, if he was being funny or just friendly, if he was flirting and genuinely interested. A neighbour called the cops and Eddie grabbed you before they could come through the front door, boosting you up by the foot so you could both scramble over the back fence. Steve had left with Jonathan and his girlfriend Nancy, the three of them running to Steve’s car just as Chief Hopper started yelling at the drunk kids left behind and you hadn’t so much as glanced back at each other for fear of being dragged home in the back of a cop car. 

The next time you’d spent any real time with Steve Harrington, well. You’d been sinking to the bottom of the lake.  

You were standing by the closed gate of the community pool at seven am sharp, the obnoxiously large lock stopping you from entering - despite the rip in the chain link fence to your right. 

You weren’t waiting long, even though you would’ve happily stayed on the other side of the lot for as long as required. The air was already warming, the scent of chlorine and leftover sunscreen surrounding you, mixing with the sound of the cicadas, the early morning sprinklers from the houses across the road. Then Steve was jogging towards you, one big hand clutching a rolled up towel and a set of keys and his cheeks were pink from his efforts, his sliders slapping on the concrete and he looked apologetic as he approached. 

“M’really sorry, car had a flat,” he huffed. “Would’ve left earlier if I knew I was walking.”

It was harder to look him in the eye after last week. Once the initial fear that had a vice grip on you loosened - if only slightly - it was easier to become so aware of how close you’d been to Steve. A whole morning spent half clothed and wet, his hands on you at all times, gentle and guiding as he coaxed you to walk around the shallow end of the pool. He’d been nothing but a gentleman about it, professional at all times with his hands either in yours or bracing your arms, never straying anywhere they shouldn’t, even if you’d caught his eyes going just that, maybe once or twice. 

You pulled at the collar of your t-shirt as Steve busied himself with the padlock, the air so much stickier now that he was close by. “It’s okay,” you told him. “I’m not in a rush.”

Steve snorted and it shouldn’t have been an attractive sound as it was. His eyes crinkled in amusement, mirth in them as he glanced down at you from under his lashes. He still looked soft from bed, hair mussed and a five o’clock shadow across his jaw that suited him too well. His lifeguard shirt was sunbleached and threadbare, the red shorts he wore smaller than his last pair, the material well above his knees. He was more sunkissed than last weekend, freckles on the bridge of his nose, cheeks stained a permanent blush. 

“Was your first lesson that bad?” He asked.

You burned, not knowing what to say, not wanting to offend him, not when he was looking at you like that. 

“No,” you squirmed. The lock was open now but neither of you moved. “I mean, yeah, but not— not as bad as I thought. It was okay.”

Steve  grinned like he knew something you didn’t, nodding slowly as he held the gate for you. “It was okay,” he repeated back, “I’ll take it.”

The pool was as blue and as intimidating as the first week, the generator humming and the filter trickling softly as you walked around it, giving the edge a wide berth. If Steve saw you frown and the dark blue depths, he didn’t say anything. Instead, you both dropped your towels and bags on a lounger and the boy didn’t so much as blush as he stripped off his shirt, throwing it alongside everything else. 

“You wanna get changed?” He asked, already busying himself with pulling some floats out of a shelving unit. “I’ll get everything sorted and you can—”

You were stripping off your own shirt before Steve could finish his sentence, the words getting stuck in his throat as you revealed the same old black swimsuit underneath your clothes. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen already, but you couldn’t help but feel flustered as you popped the button of your shorts, the denim dragging down your hips. You didn’t look at him as they slid off your legs, your feet clumsy as you tried to toe off your sneakers and step out of your shorts all at once. 

Steve was pink, even if you didn’t see it, his whole body turning from you abruptly as he decided what else he might need to take from storage. A pool noodle fell to the floor as you bundled up your clothes and chucked them onto the chair, both of you decidedly not looking at each. 

“Uh, right.” Steve dragged a hand through his hair, the soft ends immediately falling back across his forehead. He looked like he’d already caught most of the morning’s sun as he finally glanced at you, the tips of his ears a little pink. “Let's get started.”

—————

Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stood waist deep in the pool, partly for a little cleavage cover, mostly because you were cold. Your skin had prickled as you entered the water the same way as last time, step by step into the shallows, with Steve by your side. He didn’t hold your hands, but one of his hovered by your elbow the whole way down, ready to catch you if you stumbled, if you felt less than brave. 

He murmured soft encouragement the whole way down, a new praise falling from his lips at each stair and when you made it onto the pool floor, he’d grinned. 

“Look at you go, we’ll have you swimming lengths in no time.”

You couldn’t work out if he was joking or not, and the idea of going to the other end of the pool was enough to make your stomach churn, the lucky charms you’d shovelled into your mouth before leaving turning acidic. Still, you grinned - grimaced, maybe - and made a strange noise at the back of your throat. Steve thought it was supposed to be a laugh. 

“Ha— yeah, sure, maybe in a while.”

So Steve just smiled and left it at that. Then he was wading a little deeper, the water moving from his upper thighs and soaking his shorts, the cherry red turning scarlet, a deeper colour that you couldn’t help but stare at and then the pool swallowed his lower body, the ripples catching around his hip bones. 

He was facing you as he moved, arms out and hands coaxing, encouraging you to follow and when he saw the look of panic in your face, he stopped walking. “Hey, hey,” his voice was soft, just like the morning. It was all hazy skies, a blue-lavender fuzz and the trickle of water, the smell of chlorine and sunscreen and Steve Harrington’s wide, brown eyes. “Look, yeah? We’re not going any deeper than this, I promise. ‘N I’m right here.”

You remembered how you told him you trusted him, just seven days ago. How he’d told you in return that he’d come get you, just like he had before. It felt rude to question the man who’d once saved your life but still, you hesitated, arms still curled around your chest like you could anchor yourself to that spot. 

But then Steve held out his hand, palm up and resting on top of the surface. The blue of the pool made his skin look even more tanned, sunkissed and glittering with droplets of water, beads of it sliding off of his forearm, pooling in the middle of his hand. He wiggled his fingers at you. 

You didn’t even know you were reaching out to him until his hand curled around yours, bigger and wider and warmer despite the way you were still adjusting to the colder temperature. The sticky heat of the morning air didn’t do much for the large pool, the water still nipping at your skin as you moved through it. 

“There you go,” Steve praised, smiling wide and earnest as you took a step. “There she is, ladies and gents, Hawkins next high diver—”

You scoffed, eyes rolling and cheeks sore when you grinned, unable to help it. But you were still moving, baby steps towards Steve and the gasp that left your lips as the water crept up towards the line of your belly button was due more to the cold than the depth. 

Steve held your hand tightly, a solid grip, your own kind of anchor. 

“Alright, see?” He was beaming, eyes squinting through the rays of the sun that bounced off the surface and he was too pretty with it, painted in the reflections of the ripples and stripes of rainbow. “You did it, you’re killing this.”

You didn’t point out that you hadn’t technically done any real swimming yet, but the fact you were standing further into the pool than you were seven days ago felt momentous. Eddie had spent countless summers trying to even coax you inside the property line, sunscreen smeared on his nose and pleading in his eyes. 

“You still trust me?” Steve asked, eyes bright and earnest and god, it was impossible to say no. So you nodded, throat feeling a little thick and the words lost behind your teeth but you did and you meant it. And that only made Steve smile wider. “Good. We’re gonna practice floating, okay?”

The idea of it made your chest feel heavy, a sure fire sign that it wasn’t going to go as well as Steve had planned. Letting the water take control of your weight seemed impossible and the task of taking your feet off of the solid tiles at the bottom of the pool was nightmare inducing. But Steve was moving closer, his hand still in yours and his free one grazing your spine. His fingertips skimmed over your back, guiding you in front of him and turning you to the side as he spoke the whole time. 

“It’s easy, right?” He explained, your shoulder brushing his bare chest and you tried not to think about it all too much, tried not to panic despite the way your heart was thundering so hard it was a wonder Steve couldn’t hear your ribs rattle and crack. “M’gonna help, I won’t let you go, I promise. You just gotta let yourself lie back, just a little. I’ll help you do the rest.”

You laughed at him, his words, his positivity that was brighter and warmer than the whole of June and July. It was a gasping, mocking thing, a laugh that got stuck in your throat and the mere suggestion of letting your body fall backwards into the pool was enough to make your eyes dart for the safety of the stairs. 

“I— I can’t. I can’t do that,” you told him, eyes wide and head shaking furiously. “That’s just— no. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Maybe you tried to move away, to take a step towards the shallow edge of the pool, or maybe you only imagined you did. Because Steve’s hand was flat against the curve of your back and his palm nearly took up the whole god damn space there. His fingers curled around your own, his thumb running over the bumps of your knuckles. Steve bent a little, knees folding under the water to bring his face down level with your own and he looked so serious when he said: 

“Hey, listen, alright? I know it’s scary. But I promise you, I won’t let you go. You’re not going to go under.” He licked his lips, eyes searching yours for signs of panic, fear, flight. “I won’t let you go under the water, I swear.”

So you stayed, rooted to the spot but there nonetheless. And with a jerky nod, Steve’s hand squeezed your own and he moved into you. You felt his knees bump under your thighs, rough with coarse hair and lined with more muscle than you had, his hips bumping against the side of you. Suddenly the water didn’t feel as cold as before, the sharp chill of it gone. 

“I just want your to bend your legs, okay? Just a little and then let your feet come up. M’gonna support your back. And remember, you can stand here, yeah? S’not deep, you can stand right back up.”

You mumbled something, confirmation maybe, a curse perhaps, aimed at Steve or Eddie, you weren’t sure. You about your friend who was probably still in his bed, face down and oblivious to the situation he’d once again coaxed you into. But you also remembered how he’d been knee deep in the lake as Steve pulled you out, eyes wide and terrified as he prepared to throw himself into the black water to find you too. 

You lifted one foot, a mere stretch onto your toes, really, but Steve hummed in approval and his hand pressed into your back a little more, a silent promise that he was still there to catch you. 

One foot came off of the pool floor. 

“Thatta’ girl,” Steve whispered and he was close. So close, close enough for the words to feel warm against your temple and you could feel his gaze on the side of your face, watching, waiting. “I’ve got you.”

Another foot came off the tiles. 

You dipped, just a little, just for a second, your shoulders submerging and a shocked gasp ripping from the back of your throat before Steve’s hand on your back was pushing you upwards. You tried to fight it, legs kicking awkwardly until Steve was pushing you again, upupup, and your body broke out of the water, shoulders and back and butt flat against the top of the surface. 

“Keep your legs out straight,” Steve instructed, “let me take your weight, breathe in and out, keep calm.”

It all seemed too much to do at once. 

Your hand was a vice grip around Steve’s, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was watching you, gaze studious and gentle, nodding almost to himself as you tried to do as he told you. Your legs straightened out and stopped kicking, the warm air kissing your shins above the water, your chest shuddering as you sucked in a breath. 

“Uhuh, that’s it. Now just lie back for me, s’alright, I’ve got all of you.”

You choked out a laugh, a cynical sound and Steve’s eyes found yours. You were shaking slightly as you tried to relax, trying to drop your shoulders back into the water. “All of me? You been hitting the gym, Harrington?”

The joke was weak sounding, especially when your lip wobbled too but Steve grinned all the same. The hand on your back moved down a little, settling in the curve there, just above your ass. 

“Thanks for noticing,” he replied softly, a teasing lilt to his voice, a smirk in his smile. “Eddie never compliments me.”

You laughed again, louder this time but just as harsh sounding as before. The water was filling your ears as you lay back, a cold rush to the back of your head and neck as you finally flattened yourself out. 

“What a shit friend,” you managed to choke back. 

Steve let go of your hand with a soft murmur of assurance, quickly placing it beside his other one, both palms supporting your frame. His touch was a delicate thing, the width of each hand encasing your back, keeping you afloat. He was the warmest thing in the water. 

“Right?” Steve whispered, afraid to break the quiet, the spell that you were under. Your eyes were wide and on the sky as you lay there, watching the blue and the pink coloured clouds that were making their way over town. “You’re gonna have to have words with him.”

You nodded before realising the movement made your chin dip, your balance wavering. Your arms that had been floating at your sides tried to claw at something, anything, for purchase but found none and fear seized at your chest again. 

“You’re okay,” Steve told you. “Another deep breath in— there you go. Now, keep your chest and tummy pushed out, okay? Keep it all above the surface, chin up, legs straight, you got it.”

And you did, kinda. The panic that made your chest tight loosened its grip as you let out the breath you’d been holding onto so fiercely. Your legs felt lighter once you stopped fighting the drag of them, your arms floating out to your sides, the back of your right hand brushing Steve’s stomach and you felt the muscles in his abdomen tense. But your eyes were fluttering, lashes blinking against your cheeks as you just let yourself be, your body floating, the cool water lapping at your neck, your face. 

Steve’s hands were sure and steady on your back, never leaving or faltering. In fact they steered you away from the wall and kept you pushed to the surface, gently guiding and encouraging. They made your body feel warmer than the water did, the sun on your front, a dry heat that shone over your face and chest, rainbow spots in your vision and his palms were just as hot under the water. 

He murmured nonsense as he let you balance on his fingertips, always encouraging and soft, pretty praises that made your toes curl into the pool and when he saw the way you trusted him, the way you let him hold you, he stopped talking altogether. 

It was just you and Steve and the water under the sun. 

Fingers danced a line along your spine, one set between your shoulder blades, the other holding you up from the small of your back and it was a shockingly intimate touch, especially when his skin found your own between the straps of your bathing suit. 

Something told you that it would be a bad idea to open your eyes, but Eddie told you bad ideas had good outcomes all of the time. So you did just that, blinking against the sun that was rising as the morning moved on, the sky turning bluer and brighter, but not nearly as warm as Steve’s gaze. 

He was looking down at you, his knees still bent and the water lapping at his chest, his face much closer than you realised. He was smiling, a soft thing that made your heart thunder loud enough to travel through the water, a steady drumbeat in your ears. And when the boy realised you were looking too, his cheeks turned that pretty pink colour, a cotton candy blush that you couldn’t help but stare at and he nodded, clearing his throat before he spoke. 

“You’re doin’ great.”

The water filter trickled somewhere in the background, the sound of someone’s car door slamming in the distance. Apart from that, it was just Steve’s voice over your drum kit of a heart. It took a while for you to nod, water slipping over your chin and lips, tongue licking away chlorine. 

“I’ve got a really good teacher,” you replied. 

[ccscocoapuffs]

CURRENT MASTERLIST

WHO I WRITE FOR

My Character List

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson NSFW Alphabet

Steve Harrington NSFW Alphabet

Johnathan Byers NSFW Alphabet

Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet

Robin Buckley NSFW Alphabet

Jim Hopper x Reader Smut pt. 1

THE WALKING DEAD

Negan NSFW Alphabet

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Demon! Dean X Reader Smut

Dean x Male! Reader Smut

Dean x Male! Reader Fluff

Dom! Dean x Reader Fluff

Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Castiel NSFW Alphabet

HORROR

Tiffany Valentine NSFW Alphabet

Stu Macher NSFW Alphabet

Billy Loomis NSFW Alphabet

Randy Meeks NSFW Alphabet

Adam Faulker-Stanheight NSFW Alphabet

Amanda Young NSFW Alphabet

Mark Hoffman NSFW Alphabet

Caught- Mark Hoffman Smut

Dwayne (Lost Boys) NSFW Alphabet

VIDEO GAMES

RDR1 Jack Marston Soft Smut

Bill Williamson NSFW Alphabet

Johnny Silverhand NSFW Alphabet

Late Again- Johnny Silverhand Smut

Lady Dimitrescu NSFW Alphabet

CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

Arthur Morgan Playlist

Tiffany Valentine Playlist

Marko Thompson (Lost Boys) Playlist

Dwayne Stephens (Lost Boys) Playlist

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight Playlist

Amanda Young Playlist

Bo Sinclair Playlist

Vincent Sinclair Playlist

Karl Heisenberg Playlist

[sassypossumm]

heyy!!! i love your writing so MUCH!!! and youre like one of the only blogs with jack thompson content 😭😭

SO! can i request a jack thompson x reader? maybe like an enemies to lovers vibes (with some smut if youre comfortable with it ehehehe /nf 🫶)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! 🫶💕💕

Soo sorry this took me so long, lovie, hope it was worth it!!!!

Frying Pans and Hospitals

Talk about awkward first impressions...

THUMP”

Y/N flinched at the sound coming from her back door again. Slowly she inched her way towards the kitchen and stopped short of rounding the corner that would put her in the eye line of whoever was making those noises. Pausing she looked down at her dog.

“Shh!” Putting her finger to her lips she shook her head at the dog smiling up at her, wagging his tale to beat the band.

“THUMP”

This time she heard the door knob begin to jiggle. Covering her mouth, Y/N stifled a yelp and accidentally bit her tongue. She winced at the familiar coppery tasted that filled her mouth. Not again. She groaned to herself silently, leaning her head against the wall.

“BANG, BANG”

Y/N felt her soul leave her body when the stranger began pounding on the door. The wood began splintering as the lock was being broken. The pounding stopped. Taking a fortifying breath, she peaked her head around the corner again, and saw two shadowy figures. Then the shadowy figures began scuffling. Quietly she crept into the kitchen and reached for her cast iron skillet. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed she inched her way towards the door, trying to prepare herself for what was inevitable.

“We die like men, right, Rugby?” She looked down at her dog and whispered. He just wagged his tail and drooled. The scuffling stopped, and she heard the telltale sound of a body dropping. Then, she heard soft foot steps on her back stoop.

“Hello?” She watched in horror as her door swung open. In the dark she could make out the silhouette of a rather tall man slowly entering her kitchen. Without thinking twice, she crept up behind the man and taking aim, she swung the pan just as the man turned to face her. With a sickening ‘thwap’ he went down hard.

“Oh, my goodness!” Dropping the pot, she ran to turn on the light. Blinking to adjust to the light, Y/N turned back to look at the man lying face down on her kitchen floor. Blood. “Rugby, I think I just killed a man.”

“Not dead.” The man groaned and rolled onto his back. Her dog, Rugby, waddled over the intruder and began licking his face. “Unfortunately.” The man moaned and covered his face.

“Rugby no!” Y/N rushed forward to pull her dog back. “We don’t lick the enemy.”

“Enemy?” The man still cradling his head, tried to sit up. Quickly Y/N grabbed the pan and pressed the end into the man’s chest.

“Now, you, you just stay right there!” He looked from the pan to her face and cocked a brow. Something was off. Y/N’s grip on the pan handle waivered slightly as she thought. Squinting her eyes, she really paused to look at him. He looked so familiar. She could’ve sworn she’d seen him somewhere. “JackThompson.” She breathed, dropping the pan. He moaned again at the sound and laid back down. Rushing to his side, she knelt and reached out a hand towards him. Jack jerked back and eyed her narrowly. “You need to go to the hospital, Mr. Thompson.” He acquiesced to her help, and together they managed to get him on his feet.

“Your door.” Jack motioned weakly in the direction of said broken door. Y/N waived a hand and led him to the kitchen table.

“I’ll call my roommate and have the neighbors watch out for Rugby until she gets back. Knowing her, the cops will have been called and the door fixed before you could say ‘Jack Robinson’.” Nodding with an affirmative grunt at her own statement, Y/N rushed off to tell her neighbors. Around the pain, Jack smirked at the familiar phrase. Leaning his elbow against the table he grimaced and fought through a wave of nausea. “Ready to go?” Y/N reappeared in the doorway sans Rugby and took in his steadily paling features. “Yup, lets go.” Getting him on his feet, she wrapped an arm around his waist, and he wrapped one around her shoulders. “Don’t be afraid to put your weight on me, I can take it.” She glanced up at him with a determined expression. Jack smirked again. Together they hobbled outside and managed to make it down the low stoop. Leading him to the car, she made sure he was settled, and when he made a half hearted attempt to buckle himself in, she shook her head and did it for him.

They were silent on the drive to the hospital. They were silent when the nurses helped him into a wheel chair and deposited him in the waiting room. They were silent as he filled out some preliminary paper work. They were silent after the nurse had set him up in one of the hospital beds and taken his vitals. And all the while he’d just stared at her. It wasn’t until the nurse slid the privacy curtain closed, that the silence finally broke Y/N.

“Mr. Thompson, I am so sorry.” She rushed to say, leaning forward in her chair. Jack blinked and looked up at the IV bag hanging from the IV hook. Running a hand over his face he closed his eyes and sighed.

“Definitely not how I thought I’d be spending my evening.” Jack said dryly looking at her.

“Are we back to you just staring at me.” She sighed and propped her chin in her hand. “Which reminds me." She perked up. “Why were you in my house?”

“I was passing by and saw a guy trying to break into your house. Guess I should’ve announced my intentions a little clearer.”

“I’d say the next time you want to save the day, announce that you’re the good guy before entering someone’s domicile.” She smirked. His lips twitched.

“Wouldn’t it seem more suspicious to loudly announce that I’m the ‘good guy’ when the door was just busted in by a shadowy figure?” He closed his eyes and bit back a groan as a bout of nausea rolled over him. Jumping to her feet, Y/N rushed to his side and put a hand to his forehead. He hissed and drew back, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Thompson!” She reached towards him again, but he held up a hand.

“Please, just sit.” He held his head and waived towards the chairs. Nodding, she pulled a chair closer to him and sat. “By the way.” Jack narrowed his eyes and folded his arms slowly. “Have we met before? I’m not trying to be rude, but I don’t think I know you.” Y/N chuckled and leaned back in her chair.

“Yes and no, Mr. Thompson.”

“Care to elaborate?” Jack cocked a brow and motioned for her to continue.

“Ah, that’s a long story, Mr. Thompson.”

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Van Writes Fan Fiction Posting Schedule

Week of January 7, 2023- Will be posted on January 7, 2023 unless otherwise noted:

Jack Harlow:

The Five Naughty New Years Part Six- "Epilogue" POSTED

Addiction Series Part Seven- "We Were Looking For Trouble"

"We Were Never Gonna Make It"- Angst One Shot MOVED TO NEXT WEEK

Joe Burrow:

"Body Like a Backroad"- FWB Smut One Shot POSTED

Bitter Sweet Series Part Two- "Read the Room”MOVED TO NEXT WEEK

Travis Kelce:

Bitter Sweet Series Part Two- "Read the Room" MOVED TO NEXT WEEK

"I Don't Know How to Tell You This"- Angst One Shot (Finally posting after months lol)

Klay Thompson:

The Player Next Door Series Part Two (Rewrite) and Part Three

Jalen Hurts:

"Recovery"- Fluff One Shot POSTED

[horny-and-dead-inside]

Who i write for

MARVEL:

-Bucky Barns

-Loki

-Natasha Romanoff

-Tony Stark

-Clint Barton

-Robbie Reyes

-Jack Thompson

THE MAZE RUNNER

-Minho

-Newt

THE MORTAL INSTURMENTS

-Jace Waylend

STAR WARS

-Poe Dameron

-Obi Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

-Han Solo

NARNIA

-Edmund Pevensie

-Prince caspian

THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN

-Peter Parker

-Harry Osborn

HARRY POTTER

-Mattheo Riddle

-Draco Malfoy

CELEBRITIES

-Will Poulter

-Orlando Bloom

-Timothee Chalamet

feel free to send me any requests for any of these characters and i do write smut.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

DC

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

IT

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

[sweetpuffy12]

Stuff I write for :

IT (2017 & 2019):

Richie toizer, Eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, mike hanlon, Beverly marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stanley uris.

BOWERS GANG

Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor criss, Belch huggins.

THE BLACK PHONE:

Vance hopper, Finney Blake, Robin arenello, billy Showalter, Bruce yamada.

STRANGER THINGS:

Billy hargrove, Steve harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy wheeler, Robin buckly, Gareth Emerson

PERCY JACKSON:

Percy jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico Di Angelo, Luke castellan.

GREEK GODS:

Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, Dionysus, Hades, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Apollo.

ACTORS:

Jack Dylan Grazer, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, Jayden Martell, Owen Teague, Bill Hader, Nicholas Hamilton, Logan Thompson, Miguel Cazarez Mora, Brady Hepner, Mason Thames, Nijirô Murakami, Dori Sakarada.

WHAT TROPES I DO:

Enemies to lovers

Enemies to friends to lovers

Strangers to enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

And whatever y'all can think of!

I also do smut, fluff, angst and other things all y'all have to do is request and please don't be shy and also don't be shy to request any kinks in not uncomfortable with anything so don't be shy!

[asirensrage]

Writer 20 Questions!

I was tagged by @ninjasawakenedmystar! Thanks for that! I'll tag anyone who wants to answer them! Consider this your tag!

1 . How many works do you have on AO3?

53

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

766,741

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh god. Too many. Divergent. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Shadow and Bone. MCU. HP. Spartacus. Leverage. Jack Reacher. John Wick. Criminal Minds. Teen Wolf. The Walking Dead. Lord of the Rings. Star Trek. Beauty and the Beast. The Lost Boys. Sons of Anarchy. Knives Out. Naruto. Jujutsu Kaisen. Demon Slayer. My Hero Academia. Tokyo Revengers. Blade. True Blood. From Dusk Til Dawn. Star Wars. BtvS.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. The Art of Seclusion. there's a heaven above you (don't you cry). Barred. It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like to have conversations with people and I like to know what they're thinking about when it comes to my writing. I'm super behind on responding to them rn though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Art of Seclusion lol (so far. my unpublished My Hero Academia fic might be angstier. It'll depend if I get free reign or if my character cooperates tbh)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh....Caught in the Crossfire? Or some of my oneshots.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I have, but not much.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Hahaha, yes. Caught in the Crossfire is a bit of a huge crossover with characters from other fandoms appearing in Supernatural.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. Except they tried to change the name of the main character...to Sammy....but Tammy is a canon character.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone translated my Divergent oneshot Famous Last Words into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! Caught in the Crossfire is cowritten, as are a few of my fics that I work on with @vixenofcourse (such as Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and there's a heaven above you (don't you cry).

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

My ocs with all of their pairings 😉

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm not answering this. My goal is to finish all of them. I know how most of them will end. I have most of them fully planned out.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Description lolll

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually don't do it unless I know the proper way to write it in that language or I'll write it in English and make it known it's supposed to be a different language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Hahaha, Archie Comics when I was a kid.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

All of them. I reread my own work all the time!

[jessybarnes]

Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan 

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,882

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, frottage, role play, secret crush, uniform kink, sleeping in, anal sex, jacking off, kissing, praise kink, slight dom/sub, begging, nipple play, biting, marking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @ultimatechrisbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, @lgbtqbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, and @anyfandomfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Frottage for Kinktober 2022 // O1 - Role Play for Ultimate Chris Bingo // B5 - Secret Crush for LGBTQ Bingo // O5 - Uniform Kink for Sebastian Stan Bingo // N-5 “What the fuck am I seeing?” For AFG Angst Bingo // B5 - Sleeping In for AFG Fluff Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson,  A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

Sebastian loves going to Chris’s for the holidays. 

The warm welcome from his family, the home-cooked meals Lisa always makes, and the camaraderie all make him feel at home. What he loves most of all, however, is being able to spend time with his best friend.

Sebastian’s mother comes to visit him every chance she gets, but with the price of airline tickets these days, he understands that she can't always make it out to see him. He makes it up to her by traveling to see her during the summer months anyway. 

He finally pulls into their driveway and grabs his suitcase before walking up to their beautifully decorated house. That's another thing about the Evans family. Their holiday decor never ceases to amaze him. 

His knuckles rap on the door, and moments later, he's greeted with the warm embrace of the man himself. 

Chris holds him close for a few seconds. One hand is splayed across his back while the other squeezes his bicep. Sebastian closes his eyes and revels in the soothing scent of his aftershave paired with the smooth baritone voice he loves so much. 

"Seb, you made it! How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?" 

Sebastian’s smile comes easily. Even if his stomach is full of butterflies and turmoil, he's not going to worry Chris about those things. Not because he doesn't think his best friend would be there for him. No, he's certain Chris would do anything for him. 

It's because he can't. 

Their friendship is something he cherishes. The monthly movie nights where they each pick the cheesiest movie they can find and laugh together, the trips to the dog park with Dodger where they play frisbee and reminisce about filming their past movies, and the fact that he always has a place at the Evans dinner table. Yeah, if being able to have all of that means he has to push aside his feelings, then that's what he'll do. 

"Traffic was a little heavier than usual, but that's to be expected this time of year." He smiles gratefully at Chris, admiring the happiness in his eyes. "Thank you for inviting me. It really means a lot." 

"Sebastian, you know your family too, right? Mom loves you as her own, and Dad talks about you to his friends all the time. Not to mention the fact that I walked in on Shanna, Scott, and Carly watching The Covenant the other day.”

“Oh, god…that old thing?” Sebastian’s cheeks are tinted pink. “As great of an opportunity as it was at the time, that has to be the cheesiest movie I’ve ever been in.”

Chris laughs, and it makes Sebastian’s stomach flip. God, he loves making him laugh. 

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, I think you carried that movie if we’re being honest. No offense to Steven and the other guys, of course.”

Lisa’s voice cuts him off before he can respond, “Is that Sebastian?”

“Yeah, Ma. He just got here.”

She comes around the corner, sporting a festive apron, and opens her arms to hug him “Oh, Seb, it’s great to see you, dear. I made up the guest room for you if you need to freshen up. Dinner will be in about an hour.”

“It’s great to be here. Thank you for having me. You didn’t have to, you know.” 

“Oh, nonsense!” She swats his bicep, “I couldn’t let Chris’s best friend be alone on Thanksgiving. You’re practically my son anyway.”

Chris grabs his bag and walks toward the hallway, calling after him. “Told you so!” 

An hour later, Sebastian joins Chris and the rest of his family in their formal dining room. The table is set, the fireplace is crackling, and the food looks as delicious as it smells. He falls into conversion easily, just like he always does when he’s with the Evans family. 

Robert asks him about the projects he’s currently working on, and he beams as he tells them. Sebastian has always been so thankful for what he gets to do for a living. Being able to wake up and create movies and TV shows and the like for the world to see is truly amazing to experience. 

After a little while, the conversations die down, and they settle into their food. It’s quite the spread, but Sebastian wouldn’t expect anything less from Lisa. When she cooks, she cooks for the whole neighborhood. 

Chris takes a bite of mashed potatoes and moans around the fork, and it makes Sebastian nearly choke on his tea. “Ma, this is heavenly!”

Sebastian closes his eyes and swallows. It feels like the universe is torturing him. It should be a sin for his best friend to make noises like that. He moves his fork around his nearly empty plate and watches Chris innocently. He’s laughing again, about what he isn’t sure, but he’s looking at him like he’s hanging on every word. 

Scott watches from across the table and smirks knowingly. He’s seen that look before. Hell, he looks at his boyfriend the same damn way. It pains him a little to see the turmoil and longing in Sebastian’s eyes. He spent the better part of his life fighting who he truly is, and he’ll be damned if he lets someone else, especially someone he cares about, go through the same thing. 

“Hey, Chris? He takes one last sip of his drink before continuing, “I’ll clean up the dishes so you can take Dodger on a walk. Hey Seb, would you mind helping me? I’ll wash and you dry.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping, but I did kind of want to get back in time to watch the football game” Chris looks over at Sebastian, “you don’t mind, do you?”

Seb shakes his head, “not at all! It’s the least that I can do.” 

A few minutes later, he and Scott are in the kitchen standing in front of the sink. They share comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the running water and the light clinking of dishes. 

Sebastian chews on his lip as he replays the sound Chris made over in his head. He feels like a perv, thinking about him like that, but he can’t help it. He shakes the thought away as he takes another plate from Scott. 

“You should tell him, you know.”

The dish nearly falls out of his hands, “w-what?”

“Oh, come on,” Scott scoffs, “I see the way you look at him, Sebastian. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night.”

Sebastian falters and tries to keep his breathing steady. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. Telling him would ruin everything, and I can’t lose that. I…I can’t lose him.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

He stares at Chris’s brother with bewilderment, “but I-”

“No. No buts. Are you forgetting how much our family loves you? How much Chris loves you?”

Sebastian shakes his head, “but he doesn’t see me that way, and what happens if I tell him how I feel and it makes things weird? I don’t want to lose my best friend, Scott.”

Scott rests his hand on Seb’s shoulder and looks sincerely into his eyes. “Listen to me when I tell you this, okay? You can believe it or not, but regardless, I need you to hear this. As you know, my brother is still single. I know he wants to find that perfect someone to settle down with and have a big family, it’s all he’s talked about lately. Well, the other day, he and I were out in the garage working on his car, and we got on the subject of the Captain America movies. Specifically, what it was like working with you on Captain America: The Winter Soldier and something donned on me.” 

Sebastian leans against the counter and waits for him to continue. 

“I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before, but that’s neither here nor there. I looked at Chris, and I told him point blank that you are exactly his type, just the wrong gender, and I saw something click. He didn’t elaborate on what he was thinking after that, but I firmly believe that he harbors some sort of romantic feelings for you.”

Sebastian felt a lump begin to form in his throat, and he wrapped his arms around Scott tightly. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me, just go get ‘em, tiger!” 

The evening came quickly, and soon, everyone was getting ready to turn in for the night. Robert is asleep in the recliner, the post-football game segment is playing softy in the background, Lisa is putting away the leftovers, Shanna and Carly are playing with Dodger out back, Scott disappeared into his room to facetime his boyfriend, and Sebastian and Chris are sitting on the front porch having a beer. 

"You're awful quiet tonight." 

Sebastian takes a long pull of his bottle and lets Chris’s statement marinate for a moment. He wants to follow Scott's advice, but it's still scary. He doesn't want to fuck this up. 

"I'm just uh… just a lot on my mind." 

"Wanna talk about it?" Chris looks over at him, and Sebastian almost forgets to breathe from the way the moonlight shines on his best friend's face.

"I do. I really do, but I don't think I'm ready. It's… it's pretty big, and I wanna make sure I do things right, ya know?" 

Chris nods, "I understand, Seb. Just know that I'm always here for you. We've been through a lot together, and you can talk to me about anything." 

He sighs and looks up at the constellations, admiring the way the stars twinkle in the night sky. Sometimes, he wishes he could just go to one of those other stars just to be alone with his thoughts for a while. Chris touches his arm lightly, and he’s instantly brought back to reality. 

“You know that, don’t you? That you can talk to me about anything?”

Sebastian’s lip curls into a half smile, “I do know. Thank you for always being here for me.” He stands up and takes Chris’s empty bottle in his other hand, “I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you tomorrow, Seb.”

Sebastian can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, trying his best to get comfortable and warm. The Evans guest room is one of the outer rooms of their home and doesn’t generate much heat. He isn’t complaining per se; he just wishes there was another comforter he could use to keep warm. He’d get up and ask Lisa, but it’s one thirty in the morning, and he isn’t going to bother her this early. That wouldn’t be polite of him. 

He sighs and throws back the covers. Even in his sweatpants and long sleeve shirt he’s still freezing. The closet across the room catches his eye, and he’s hopeful that maybe there are some blankets in there that he can use. 

Seb gets up and switches on the bedside lamp before padding across the carpet. At first, he doesn’t see anything other than some Christmas decorations and some totes labeled ‘photo albums’. Finally, he sees a stack of blankets on one of the higher shelves, but before he can reach for one, something else stops him in his tracks.

There, hanging on one of the hangers in the back corner is a Steve Rogers costume. Specifically, the one he wore in Avenger’s Infinity War. Against his better judgment, he reaches out a shaky hand to touch it. His eyes close, and he swallows thickly as he pictures the way Chris looked wearing it. God, he looked so good. Well, he always does, but wearing this? Fuck, it was a miracle he got through shooting those scenes with him without getting hard.  

Speaking of that, he’s thankful that he’s alone in here right now because that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s rock fucking hard over a goddamn costume. 

He knows it’s wrong; he knows that Chris’s entire immediate family is just feet away from him, but it’s like he’s in a trance. He can’t stop himself from taking it off the hanger and bringing it to his face to smell it. He breathes in, and even though it smells mostly like Lisa and Robert’s house, there’s still a faint smell of Chris’s cologne. It makes his cock twitch and leak against his thigh, and he can’t help the low groan that falls past his lips.

“Fuck, Steve…”

He’s so far gone at this point that his desire outweighs all of the things that could go wrong if he doesn’t stop now. Sebastian carries the uniform over to the bed and lays down on his side with it pressed up against his body. He can’t get his sweats down fast enough, his cock springing free and hitting the pleather, making him bite his lip. 

Sebastian starts slow, rutting against the fabric with a neediness he’s never felt. He inhales Chris’s scent, and it becomes intoxicating. Like a drug, he can’t get enough of it fast enough.

“Oh, god…”

He can feel the desire pooling in his abdomen, and he knows he won’t be able to last. He’s nearly there, teetering on the edge as he thrusts his hips against the uniform desperately chasing his high. 

Sebastian is so focused that he doesn’t hear the door open, nor does he see the horrified look on Chris’s face. Not until his voice slams him back to reality like a train hitting a brick wall.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! I-I’m sorry!”

Sebastian’s eyes snap open, and he scrambles for the covers as he tries his best to hide the evidence of what he was doing just moments ago. 

“Oh, my god… Oh, god… Chris, please, no I’m the one that’s sorry. I just… I…”

He can’t even form words. He’s so humiliated, and he’s certain that this couldn’t get any worse. 

Except, it does.

“Seb, what… what the fuck am I seeing? Is… Is that my Steve costume?”

If Sebastian could, he’d give anything in the world to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here. He covers his face with his hands and tries to stop himself from bursting into tears. He should have known better. He should have fucking stopped himself because the worst thing that could have happened did, and now he’s ruined everything. 

He feels the bed dip, and he brings his knees to his chest to try and make himself smaller. He’s never been more embarrassed in his life. Chris tentatively touches his arm, and he flinches. 

“Sebastian? Will you just look at me? Please? I just… I want to understand. I’m not angry. I’m just confused.”

He raises his head slowly and blinks back tears, “What do you mean you don’t understand? Can’t you see that I’m a freak?… I’m a fucking perv who gets off by thinking of my best fucking friend in his Captain America costume. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… I… I think I should go before I make things wor-” 

“Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”

Sebastian locks eyes with Chris, and he’s surprised to see how soft and sincere they are. There’s no anger, no disgust, nothing that makes him think that Chris is upset with him. 

“You don’t? But I-”

“Sebastian, of course, I don’t want you to go. It’s nearly two in the morning, and the roads are icy. I’m sorry if I seemed angry earlier; I was just… shocked. I saw your light on when I was heading to the kitchen for some water and thought something was wrong. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you fucking my Avenger costume. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

Chris scoots closer and slowly reaches out to cup his cheek. “Scott was right. You are exactly my type, and I should have seen it before. I should have fuckin’ done this sooner.” 

Sebastian doesn’t have time to react because in the next second Chris’s lips are on his. He doesn’t kiss back at first, still too surprised to think straight, but soon he’s kissing him back with fervor. 

Chris pulls away after a moment and gives him a sheepish smile. “Does that prove I want you to stay?” 

Sebastian blinks, “I…yeah. Yeah, it does, but aren’t you…” He’s afraid to even ask for fear of ruining the moment, but he has to know. “Aren’t you… ya know… weirded out that I have a thing for you in uniform?”

“Do you think I would be kissing you if I was weirded out?” He glides his hand over a rough denim patch near the chest plate of his costume., “I actually thought it was hot, really hot, seeing you all needy like that.” His eyes darken, and Sebastian’s breath hitches. “And seeing as you didn’t get to finish, I think it’s only fair that I help you out.” 

Sebastian is speechless as he watches Chris stand up and take off his shirt. His eyes dance over his muscles and the way they flex as he tosses the tee in the corner of the room. He’s so focused on the smattering of chest hair and the perfect, dark ink of his tattoos that he doesn’t notice him grab the uniform. 

He sucks in a breath when he realizes what’s happening, and he can’t stop his moan when Chris takes off his boxers. His eyes trail down past his abs, below his deliciously defined Adonis belt, to his thick, hard cock. 

“See anything you like, sweetheart?”

He swallows and nods his head because he’s rendered speechless. Fuck, he’s big…really big, and he desperately wants to taste him, to feel him stretching him open and he almost cums from the thought alone. 

Chris smirks and steps into the suit. “I haven’t worn this in a while, so I hope I still look as good in it now as I apparently did then.” 

“Y-You… You’re…. Beautiful…”

The blonde chuckles, “Oh, honey, listen to you. Can barely even speak and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He zips up the costume everywhere but one particular place and climbs on the bed to hover over Sebastian. He’s wide-eyed and flushed, his dick just as hard as Chris’s as it rests just below his belly button. 

Sebastian watches as he pulls his cock out and chokes out a moan when Chris takes both of them in his gloved hand and begins stroking them.

“Oh, my fu-... Oh, god!”

Chris drags his thumb over Seb’s bottom lip and groans. “Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby. I know it feels good, but these walls are thin.”

Sebastian bites his lip and digs his blunt nails into Chris’s biceps. Little crescent indents mark his smooth skin. Chris moves faster and twists his wrist slightly when it gets to their flared heads. He’s drunk on the way Seb is looking up at him. He opens his mouth and arches into him, and Chris takes the opportunity to suck on the skin above his pulse point. 

“Ch-Chris…” Sebastian whines and rolls his hips upward for more friction. 

“Now, baby, you know that’s not my name…”

Sebastian shudders and almost loses it right then and there. 

“Come on, Sebastian,” Chris moans softly and looks down at him with hooded eyes. “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

“S-Steve…,” he whines desperately. 

“That’s right, sugar. Tell Stevie what you need.”

Sebastian is losing it and losing it fast. The way Chris’s cock is sliding against his, slick from their combined pre-cum, how just the right roughness from his glove is digging into his sensitive skin, and the way he’s panting above him like a touch-starved man. 

“M-More… Oh, fuck, please!”

Chris flips them over so Sebastian is on top and tugs at his sweats. “These. Off. Now.”

Sebastian nearly rips them trying to take off his clothes and then he’s right back to straddle the blonde. There’s a new dominance he’s never been on the receiving end of from his best friend and his cock twitches in interest. 

“That’s much better, baby. You’re so obedient, Sebastian. I love hearing you beg like that. You make the most beautiful sounds for me.” Chris’s fingertips just barely touch the brunette’s shaft and his eyes flutter closed. “This pretty, pink cock is makin’ such a mess all over my uniform,” he tuts. Look at that, you’re dripping all over me…such a messy, messy boy.” Seb whines desperately and Chris smirks. “You’re gonna make a bigger mess for me though. Gonna cum all over for Steve, aren’t you, honey?”

“God, yes!”

Chris grabs his bare hips and guides him as Sebastian rubs his cock over his own. 

"That's right, baby. Keep moving just like that. Make yourself feel good," 

Sebastian rocks his hips, his sensitive, pink tip gliding effortlessly along Chris’s. He's whimpering, trying desperately to stay quiet like he was told.

"Mmm, you look so pretty, sweetheart. You're being such a good boy, Sebastian. How does it feel, hm? Do you like feelin' Steve's cock against yours?" 

"Steve! Oh, fuck, Steve I-...It feels s-so good!"

"Yeah? I bet you'd look gorgeous fucking yourself on it too. Bouncin' up and down, takin' me all nice and deep. Do you want that, baby?" 

Sebastian bites the side of his hand to stifle a moan, "Oh, please!" 

Chris’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, "Do you want me to open you up, honey?"

"No…no, I wanna feel all of you. Please, Stevie?"

Chris takes one of the gloves off and spits on his hand. “Alright, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself, sugar. Promise me you’ll take your time, okay?” Seb shakes his head yes and Chris strokes himself a couple of times to allow for some sort of lubrication. He guides Sebastian so his dick is pressing up against his entrance. “Go ahead, baby.”

And Sebastian does. He slowly sinks down, lower and lower until he’s fully seated against Chris’s toned upper thighs. He can’t breathe, he can’t even think about anything else other than how full he is.

Chris is in awe of him. It never once crossed his mind that Sebastian, his best friend, would be the one to make him feel like this. He hasn’t even started moving yet, and he’s already about to explode from how tight he is around him. Seb’s eyes are closed, his mouth opens in ecstasy and his cock is angry-red and leaking all over his stomach. It’s easily the hottest fucking thing he’s ever witnessed. 

“God, Seb, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“S-Stevie… please… please c-can I-” He can’t even form words he’s so full. Sebastian doesn’t even have to move. He’s so sure he could come just from this, but he wants to be a good boy. He wants, no needs, to be praised. He lives for it.

Chris takes his gloved hand and just barely wraps it around the brunette’s cock. It makes him rock his hips a little and the prettiest whine fills the space between them. Finally, he starts to move. Lifting himself up a little and falling back down at a steady pace. 

He gradually gets faster and soon Chris is lifting his hips to fuck up into him. “Fuck, Seb, you look so fucking good, baby. Knew you’d look so pretty bouncin’ on my dick. God, you’re gonna make me cum already. So fuckin’ tight around me…shit!”

Sebastian is so far gone that anything could be happening around them and he wouldn’t stop. He’s never felt this good in his life. Every time he slams down a jolt of indescribable pleasure shoots through his body and he’s fucking drunk on it. He doesn’t dare open his mouth. Not when he needs to stay quiet because he’s certain that if he so much as parts his lips he’ll wake the dead. 

Chris on the other hand can’t help it. He’s past the point of caring. Fuck it if anyone hears them then so be it. “Fuckin’ ride me, baby… Oh, shit…shit, I’m close… baby, I’m so close. Gonna fuckin’ fill this tight little hole up. You’re gonna make Stevie come baby.” 

He strokes Sebastian from base to tip, matching the speed of his thrusts. Chris knows he’s close, knows he’s right there, and just needs a little extra push. He uses his free hand to sit up and wraps his arm around Sebastian so he can fuck him even harder. 

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me… make a mess and cum all over this fucking uniform baby.” He closes his lips over one of Sebastian’s nipples, drags his teeth over it, and growls when he feels him squeeze around him. 

“St-Stevie! I-I’m…I’m cumming! Oh, fuck I’m cumming!”

Chris groans and watches as thick, warm ropes paint his suit. It’s unreal to him how his best friend could make him feel like this. He can’t get enough of him and seeing Sebastian practically convulse in his arms is his undoing. He stills inside of him, filling him to the brim. 

They sit there for a minute and catch their breath. Chris has his forehead against Sebastian’s chest and continues to hold him while his body still shakes in his arms. As carefully as he can he lifts the brunette off of him and lays him down against the pillows. 

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up. Okay, honey?”

Seb hums and that’s enough for Chris. He makes sure the coast is clear and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. Surprisingly, the house is silent, and he’s thankful that his family are heavy sleepers. 

Once he’s back he gently cleans Sebastian off and then himself before changing back into his previous clothes. He doesn’t bother getting Seb dressed. Not when he looks as comfy as he does. Chris admires him for a moment and makes a decision. He’s a gentleman and always has been. His Mom raised him to be and he sure isn’t going to stop now. 

He lifts the blankets and slides in next to Sebastian, holding him close to his chest. “You with me, sweetheart?” 

“M’yeah,” Seb peeks up at him through his lashes. “M’here…just sleepy.”

Chris brushes the hair out of his eyes and kisses him gingerly. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You did so well.”

“Will you stay here with me?”

Chris smiles and pulls him closer. “Oh, baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not when I’ve got the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my arms.”

If Sebastian wasn’t so tired he’d probably cry. Instead, he nuzzles into the blonde’s neck and closes his eyes. “Love you, Chris. Love you s’much.”

Chris swallows, happy tears gathering in his eyes, “I love you too, Sebastian. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Moments later, he hears Seb’s breathing even out and he closes his own eyes, sleeping taking him shortly after. 

Scott wakes up to Dodger whining outside his door. He sits up and stretches before getting up to open his door. “Okay, okay, I’m coming Buddy. Did Daddy not let you out?” 

It’s still early, barely even seven in the morning, but Chris is usually the first one up. This is around the time he takes Dodger for a run and Scott wonders if he slept through his alarm. After he opens the back door for his four-legged nephew, he lightly knocks on Chris’s bedroom door. “Chris? Hey, man, you okay? I noticed you weren’t up y-” He opens it and frowns when he sees the bed empty. Then it dons on him, the talk he had with Sebastian yesterday when they were doing dishes. 

As quietly as he can, he goes to the guest room and opens the door. Scott smirks and shakes his head at the sight before him. Chris is on his back, his left arm above his head while the right one is wrapped around Sebastian's bare back. They’re sound asleep, both snoring lightly as Seb lies on his chest. He knows he shouldn’t, but he takes his phone out and snaps a picture anyway. It’ll probably end up in the family photo album at some point. 

Scott shuts the door just as Lisa and the girls come padding down the hallway. He holds up his finger to his lips to let them know to be quiet. “Shh, they’re sleeping.” 

Lisa cocks her head to the side, “They? Who’s th-” She stops and then smiles, “oh…” 

Shanna looks at Carly and holds out her hand. “You owe me fifty bucks!” 

Scott turns his phone around to show them the picture, “I think we should let them sleep in and make them a photo album.” He follows his Mom and sisters into their living room and smiles to himself. 

It took them longer than he expected to get together, and he’s happy to have given them the little nudge they needed. He’s never been happier for Chris. He’s happy that he’s finally found someone who completes him the way he deserves to be. 

And he’s happy that it’s with Sebastian.

[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

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Masterlist🦊

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MOSTLY NSFW (18+) BLOG

This list is gonna be updated whenever I post a new one-shot or if I decide to do series

The layout is inspired by @val-made-a-mistake's masterlist

FYI - I don't condone my work being reposted, plagiarized or rewritten in any form, all rights are reserved, plagiarism is illegal

This master list does not include my Music Monday's, but they have their own masterlist here

Laura Barton - mcu

Tease

Laura had begun a habit of flirting with her wife's brother, just to irritate her

Fingering, jealous!reader, poorly written

Quick fuck

Laura shows up at her girlfriend's work for a quickie

Fingering, quickie, poorly written

May Parker - mcu

Caught

May gets caught masturbating

Masturbating, fingering, use of 'mommy' twice, oral, poorly written

Visit

May get a visit from a pretty woman

Just fluff

Jack Thompson - mcu

"You look distracted, Hunny"

Peggy Carter asks Y/N Stark to be a distraction at the gala where they have a mission. Y/N is distracting but doesn’t follow the plan

Sex p/v, dirty talk, bottom!Jack

Mads Mikkelsen - Celebrity

"I want this one"

Y/N is into oversized clothes, but she doesn’t have any shirts to sleep in, so she asks Mads if she can borrow one of his. He gives in and gives her one, but seeing her in his clothes makes him turned on

Sex (p/v), oral (r receiving), bathroom sex

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Dropping Grades

Reader has low grades and asks her extremely attractive professor about extra credits

Unprotected sex (P/V), oral (m reviving), praise kink, student x teacher (reader is of age)

Fernando Alonso - Formula One

Bébé Gorçon

In which reader fuck her brother's rival

18+, age gap (Reader’s 23), Forbidden love, unprotected sex, oral (M&F receiving), praising kink, orgasm denial, choking, marking

Stranger Danger

In which reader fucks a stranger in a public bathroom

18+, implied age gap, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, semi-public sex, fingering, orgasm denial

Struggles

In which reader gets fucked by her dad’s bestfriend

18+, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, dbf! Nando, age-gap (reader is of age), degrading kink, slapping, mean!reader, oral (M&F reviving), breeding kink (If you squint)

Toto Wolff - Formula One

Pretty Boy

Reader hates it when her boyfriend works late, so she does something about it

18+, praise kink, dry humping, degrading kink, oral (M reviving), dacryphilia (if you squint)

If Daddy Knew Daddy Knows(pt. 2)

In which reader has a thing for her father's biggest rival

18+, hair pulling, oral (M&F reviving), handjob, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink

Wet Body

In which Toto's assistant visits him while he's in the shower

18+, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, tit sucking, nipple play, handjob, oral (M&F Receiving), praise kink, fingering

Happy Fucking New Years

A bad new years turned into a good one

18+, age gap, alcohol consuming, praise kink, degrading kink, Toto is called a Needy slut🤭, handjob, oral (M reviving), over stimulation

Max Verstappen - Formula One

Fucking Whore

A heated argument turns into something else that's heated

18+, degrading kink, mean!reader, dacryphilia, marking, oral (M reviving)

Kevin Magnussen - Formula one

Cold Hands

In which Kevin fantasises about his co-workers hands

18+, Hand kink, Semi-public sex, bathroom sex, marking, handjob

Christmas Sex

Reader bakes Danish Christmas cookies to surprise her boyfriend and gets bent over the kitchen counter

18+, unprotected, kitchen sex, oral (F reviving), fingering, praise kink

Pierre Gasly - Formula One

She's What I Like

In which reader fucks her best friend

18+, marking, handjob, fingering, oral (M reviving), praise kink (if you squint), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, degrading, breeding kink

Lewis Hamilton - Formula One

So Good For Her

In which Reader comforts her boyfriend after Abu Dhabi 2020

18+, praise kink, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, tub sex, fingering, degrading kink, breeding kink

Let Me Show You How Sorry I Am

Interviewer!reader tells Lewis she’s sorry in a special way

18+, oral (M receiving), masturbation (f)

Lando Norris - Formula One

Only For Me To Hear

In which reader punishes Lando

18+, Unprotected sex, mean!reader, spanking, Dacryphilia, Degrading kink, handjob, overstimulation, mommy kink, orgasm delay, mention of safe word(not actually used), super fluffy and sweet aftercare

Nico Hülkenberg - Formula One

A Little Too Much Kirschwasser

Reader can’t find her brother and ends up fucking his teammate

18+, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), praise kink, degrading kink

What A Mess

Nico convinces his daughters babysitter to stay the night

18+, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, daddy kink (if you squint), orgasm denial

Lorenzo Leclerc - Formula One

Dangerous game

Reader goes on vacation with her best friend and his family, and ends up tangled in the sheets with his brother

18+, unprotected sex, marking, handjob, praise kink, degrading kink (if you squint), Enzo’s refusing aftercare

Kimi Räikkönen - Formula One

A Good Use Of That Mouth

Kimi makes readers mouth a good use

18+, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, google translated Finnish, self inflicted orgasm denial, fingering

Charles Leclerc - Formula One

So Pretty, And Just For Me

Charles with glasses does something to his girlfriend

18+, unprotected sex, glasses!charles (he should be a warning himself 🤭), hair pulling, oral (M), google translate French, praise kink

Different Kind Of Good Morning

In which Charles wakes up his girlfriend horny

18+, somnophilia (if you lean into it), horny!charles, praise kink, mean!reader, dry humping, coming in pants, mommy kink, reader slaps Char, degrading kink

Sebastian Vettel - Formula One

Praises And Babies

Sebastian gets baby fever after he wins his 3rd wdc

18+, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (f), nipple play

I Love You

In which Sebastian confesses his love for engineer!reader

18+, unprotected sex, taking virginity, virgin!seb, alcohol consumption, thigh grinding, praise kink, orgasm denial, nipple play

Niklas Landin - Handball

Loving Rivalry

Niklas unintentionally ruins his own match

18+, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, drunk(ish) sex, yearning, oral (F receiving), fingering, praise kink, marking up

Dad’s Best Friend

In which reader has some fantasies about her dad’s best friend

18+, unprotected sex, age gap, yearning, hand kink, choking kink (if you squint), talk of absent mother, slow burn-ish

Rory Lowe - Yeah Mad

Frenchie

Reader gets fucked in the bathroom

18+, unprotected sex, fatherless!reader, alcohol consumption, bathroom sex, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), fingering, hair pulling, orgasm denial

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Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT

New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

Philadelphia Flyers

Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

Arizona Coyotes

Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

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Nick Schmaltz

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Lukas Reichel

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Alex Vlasic

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Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

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Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

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Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

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Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

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Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

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Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

University of Wisconsin

Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

Random Teams

Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

+ more

AU’s 

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

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Main Masterlist

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don't be a jerk. constructive criticism is appreciated. rude comments just meant to hurt me are not.

this blog is 18+ for a reason. i deal with difficult topics like mental illness, death, and sa. no smut. minors dni. blank / ageless blogs will be blocked.

requests are currently: open.

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♡= romance

•= fluff

°= angst

๑= reader insert

✧= oc

Adam Warlock

Analyses

adam warlock: man? child? bug?

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

those hardest to love need it most •✧♡

let it snow •♡

Daisy Johnson

One-Shots

Daniel Sousa

One-Shots

Grant Ward

Jack Thompson

Leopold Fitz

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

One-Shots

let it snow •♡

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Yelena Belova

One-Shots

[sassypossumm]

Welcome! Requests Accepted!

Thanks for checking out my little corner of the internet! I'm still kinda new to this whole Tumblr thing, so bear with me as I work out the kinks. (haha)

While I'm open to your thoughts and requests, just a few ground rules to keep in mind:

As cis-heterosexual I'm most comfortable writing what I know, I keep descriptions vague, but understand that's the lens I'm working from!

I'm open to trying some kink and smut, but I absolutely WILL NOT touch anything non-con, incesty or underage.... (covering my arse here)

As for characters: Miguel O'Hara Tywin Lannister Steve Rogers Loki Bruce Wayne Jack Thompson Bucky Barnes Spock Aemond Targaryen (what the hay, I'll try)

Just please be patient with me, I've got tons of plot bunnies hopping around in my mind at any given moment! (Most about Miguel...)

Seriously, THANK YOU for stopping by and checking me out (ugh)!

It means the world to me, and I appreciate every single one of you!!!

Love and Peace, Sugar Bear!