#me telling myself not to put this in the valentino x reader tag just for shits and gigs 💀

[rubra-wav]

Valentino Taxidermy

Click for better quality jfc what is this 💀

You as the reader fucking hate him so you kidnap him and cut off his wings. 👍 (I'm probably gonna write both of these because I have wanted to write gore, but like.. haven't found anything I would like to.)

Here's also the blood covered version. Decided the first one looked better in the end

OC shit/actual context in Dealbreaker under cut

Backstory/concept: Atlas (my OC), after freeing so many of Valentino's soulbound employees, finally snaps and goes after Valentino directly.

He tricks him into a deal with him, promising Valentino his employees back for 'something in exchange'.

Atlas does not elaborate on what that is, smiling warmly as he speaks honeyed words to the demon.

Valentino, not being able to clearly read the fine-print of the contract and just wanting his souls back, agrees.

As he signs it, Atlas grins, looking down and revealing his eyes behind the blackout shades he wears.

The red x's replacing his pupils and the horrifying glint of his fangs in the dramatic lighting of the meeting room are the last things the moth demon sees before a chain shoots from behind Atlas's and wraps around his throat, choking him out.

"Call me Karma as I enact retribution upon you, filth :)"

As he wakes up again, Valentino quickly realises the weight of his error.

Or should I say.... lack of weight.

Atlas has a giant ass room filled with butterfly and moth taxidermy so they go in his collection 🙏

[angelltheninth]

Hazbin Hotel Men + Predator/Prey Kink

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Husk, Valentino, Vox x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, fear play, cnc, rough sex, predator/prey dynamic, dirty talk, name-calling, creampie, biting, marking, size differance

A/N: Trying out a bit of a different format to give you all a bit more content.

You pressed yourself against a tree, your nails digging into the bark, breath coming up short and fast. You could see, feel the shadows against your feet even now, remind you that there's nowhere to hide. You risked peaking behind you to see if it was safe to run. As soon as you turned the static came from your other side.

"Not very smart are you, my dear?" Alastor's long tongue licked the side of your neck and made you jump at the cold sensation. "Where are you off to so quickly?"

His shadows wrapped around your body and pulled you down against the dirt. You groaned and struggled against them, against his cold arms as they grabbed your cheeks and kept your face still. "How can you get so hard from this?" You felt his long cock twitching against your inner thigh. Your legs opened for a moment and then closed just as fast.

This wasn't fun if you weren't putting up a fight. "Your fear. I find it very arousing for some reason. I've never felt this way before. So, if you would allow me to express my deepest thanks." Alastor's sinister laugh sent shivers down your entire body. As he pushed his cock into your pussy you couldn't quite relax under him, seeing his radio dial eyes tick and tick with each thrust. "I can hear your heart. It beats only for me, for what I do to you. I want it for myself, I want you for myself, always."

Alastor's pulled his cock out and waited o hear your heart beating faster. That was a good rhythm to fuck you to he decided. The rhythm of fear and lust that you feel for him.

The house you were in felt like royalty was living there, but not the kind one would want to wine and dine with. Lucifer was the kind that liked to chase you through the empty halls, the sound of his jolly laughter and wings flapping close behind you. "Is this all you're got sweetheart, I expected a bit more from my future wife."

"Then maybe you should look for someone else." Your suggestion got you punned against the nearest walls, legs forced open and his hands holwing your wrists. "Why hide us? Are you ashamed of me, Luci?"

"Ashamed of you? Never." Even in his most horny Lucifer found himself cherishing you. He was careful not to scratch you with his horns as he kissed the side of your neck. "I don't want anyone to intrude on this moment. I don't want anyone else to see you like this. It's selfish but I've already committed enough sin as it is."

He didn't care about sinning if sinning meant feeling your sweet pussy around his dick. "Then we shouldn't be in the hallway." You tried to push him off but that only got him to push his hips all the way against yours, the slight curve of his cock rubbing against your inner walls. "Fuck you and your perfect body."

"Mhm, go right ahead. I welcome it." His pace was slow on purpose, made to drive you mad with lust. He wanted you to chase him as much as he chased you. "Go on, don't you want my cock? You better show me how much you want it." Lucifer growled as he bit your shoulder, drawing blood and making your pussy ripple around him. "My cute painslut, how rough do you want it?"

You gulped and turned to meet his demonic eyes and bloody lips. "If Heaven won't see us then make them hear us."

"Where the fuck do you think you're going little slut? I don't remember telling you you could leave." Adam's big hand wrapped around your forearm and squeezed. "I thouht I told you not to leave my bed till my dick goes soft. Imagine my surprise when I find you sneaking around my house like this." He got in close to your face, anger evident on his masked face, in his tone, you could even imagine his cock pulsing with it.

"Sorry, I thought you'd had enough." You tried to pull away but he squeezed harder. "Adam, that hurts."

He scoffed at your complaint and pulled your smaller body against his. Golden wings dragged on the floor behind him, making him look as much of an angel now as he was a demon in bed.

"You bet your hot ass it hurts." His other hand wrapped around your hip and scooped you into the air. "Wrap your legs around me. Right this damn second." He wasn't good but you still couldn't bring yourself to disobey him. "That's a good bitch. If only you were so good before I wouldn't have to punish you now. You made me leave my comfy bed for this, you better make it worth it for my dick. You hear?"

"Yes Adam, sir." You let your head fall against his chest as he pushed his thick, huge cock into your sensitive pussyhole.

"That's it, make my dick wet, yeah, like that." He cooed against your ear and wrapped his wings around you, the soft feathers caressing your naked back. "Ride my cock and beg for my forgiveness."

You hooked your legs around his hips and rose up, staring into his golden eyes. "Sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to you, sir." You licked your lips and sat back down on his cock, feeling it splitting your cunt open. "I'm sorry for leaving you. You can punish me as much as you want."

"Hell yes I can. I will. Now you're not getting off my dick all day, for real. You'll be such a pretty cocksleeve today." Something similar to a warm smile flashed across his mask before replaced by a lecherous grin.

Cats were natural predators so it wasn’t odd for Husk to suggest to chase you. He had more than one advantage, his quick cat reflexes as well as his wings. You’d lose no matter what.

“Not much of game if you lose so easily, darlin’.” Husk pushed your head against the hard floor. “You should have given me more of a challenge.” His barbed cock dragged along the outside of your slick pussy as you tried to push your hips against him harder. “Bad girl, you can’t just take whatever you want.”

You chuckled and spread your legs more so he could climb on top of you better. “And why can’t I? You already know I don’t have your stamina yet you suggested I run all over the city. The casino was my last resort.” More specifically the only casino that he still had left. It was his safe heaven. And it meant you could do anything you wanted in here.

Husk purred against the back of your neck as the tip of his cock caught on your entrance.

“Such a shame. We need to work on you stamina. You need to be able to keep up with me. Or else you’ll never keep up with me in my rut.” His cock sank in easily, aided by the wetness from your pussy. “Opening up for me so easily. But you know, I’m debating on giving you what you want. I think I’ll keep you pinned like this and not let you move an inch.”

Shit. This did some back to bit you just not in the way you expected it to.

“I’ll make you move.” You clenched your inner walls around his cock but Husk was more stubborn than most demons in Hell. He wouldn’t fold easily, not even to you.

“Keep massaging my dick sweetheart. Get all the cum out of it okay, I’ll keep us tied together.” His teeth nibbled on your shoulder while he spoke. Not only would you have his cum marking you when you walked out of here but also his bite marks.

Valentino owned everything and everyone in the Studio. That included you. When he says keep still you’re still, when he says open up you open up, when he says run you run. You won’t get far, but he lets you make it just to the door before you feel his arms wrap your your hips and lift you up into the air. “No, no, no, not outside. You know I can’t let you do that without me, my darling. There are dangerous people out there.”

Two of his hands held your legs open while the third one played with your pussy, right in front of the door where people could see. The embarrassment flushed through you and you realized that running to the door might have been a mistake. You had the whole Studio to play in yet you chose this as your destination.

“Will you punish me for trying to escape?” You tilted your head to look up at him right in time for him to cup your jaw and capture you in a kiss.

“My whore knows me so well, that’s why I like you best of all.” Valentino tasted almost sickeningly sweet, his taste made you as dizzy as his big cock being pushed inside your tight pussy. “It’s so tight already. After all that time time you spent with my cock in your cunt today.” His claws dug into your thighs as he flicked your sensitive clit, causing your overstimulated yet full pussy to obey his touch and squeeze down on his cock.

You were good for him but you still craved this, the hard, punishing thrusts if his cock. “Give me… your cum… please, Val.”

“Asking to be breed like a bitch in heat where everyone could see you, now I know you’re fit for this job. I always choose my toys well.” Valentino’s cock pulsed as it emptied it’s seed inside your womb and pushed it in while his hips smacked and press against yours. Your pussy squeezed around him as much as it could, silently begging for more.

This wasn’t a typical chase. In fact Vox insisted he could find you and make you come without even exiting his news room. You could run anywhere within Pentagram City, he could always follow you. “Wrong turn.” You heard his voice in your ear and a second later felt a pleasant vibration in your pussy.

You leaned against the brick wall for a second. You weren’t allowed to catch your breath, the vibrations only got faster, along with the slow thrusting motion. It made walking hard let alone running. But you still did, you’d play this game of his and you would get your prize.

As you turned around the corner you looked behind, half-expecting him to be there. The vibrating toy sure made it seem that way. It was modeled after Vox’s cock after all, all the way to the patterns running to the tip of it.

“Vox, I want to go back.” You breathed as you pressed against the wall, legs shaking and thighs dripping with your pussy juice. “I want you to fuck me.” You demanded not fully knowing if he could hear you too. A chuckle echoed around you, confirming that he could. The toy stopped for a moment before it started going so fast your legs could no longer hold you. You fell down on all fours, legs spread open and ass in the air, just barely hidden from the view of everyone but Vox.

“Lift your skirt, let me see what’s mine.” Shaky hands obeyed his words, giving the camera’s around the perfect view of the toy thrusting in and out of your drenched hole, your hips swaying back, trying to find more release. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

[spitdrunken]

i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..

also, for your consideration:

Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...

Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...

this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.

Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.

The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.

When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.

“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.

He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.

So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.

“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.

----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?

Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…

And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Dating the Bodyguard?

Part 2 to Kiss the Ring? Or the Bodyguard? because that fic was so fun to write,,,this one isn’t as serious I was just bored

Pairing - Wardlow x Reader

Category - fLUFFITY FLUFF and comedy

Warnings/Promises - CUSSING AND SEXUAL JOKES YAAAAYYY

Word Count - 969 (͡ ͡° ͜ つ ͡͡°) 

Summary/Desc - The tables turn, Wardlow distracts you in a match. The whole night he tries to ask you something but there’s always an interruption.

Tagging @kploveswrestling​ ,,,surprising you with a part two

and also @warinhisname​ cause she gave me the idea a few weeks ago

annnddd @westanaew​

(I hate this gif just because my mans lost)

“Y/N and Wardlow, sittin in a tree,” Trent, Chuck and James have been singing that for the past two weeks, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, if they didn’t find a way to change it every time, “She is g-a-g-g-i-n-g.”

I took off my shoe and turned around to Trent, who made the comment and threw it at him, “You’re nasty!” “Okay but is he wrong?”

“James,” I pointed at him, “You’re two seconds away from getting a face full of Valentino.” I grabbed my shoe, put it back on and walked away from those idiots to go get my gear for tonight.

I was waiting for them to get it all together when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I turned around to see Micheal, “Hey you.” “You ready for your match tonight?” “Yeah, I just wish it could be you at ringside instead of the Three Stooges.”

“That can be arranged.” He looked down at me, eyebrows up.

“Don’t get my hopes up. And I wouldn’t leave them anyways.” They handed me my gear and we started walking to my locker room. “Okay but would it be that bad?” I lightly wacked his arm, “That’s mean.” “Yet you’re still talking to me.”

“Not for long.” I said as we reached my locker room I shared with the boys, “But I gotta ask you something.”

“What is it?” “Well, we’ve been hanging out for a few-”

“Y/N! Your match was pushed, we’re out in like 5 minutes!” Chuck exclaimed, trying to rush me. “What?” I questioned, I turned towards Micheal, “Can it wait? I really gotta go.” He looked disappointed, “Yeah, good luck out there.”

I ran in the locker room, changed, laced up my boots and ran out, I made it just in time, “Girlll, Cody was about to get mad.” I looked at one of the producers, “Oh shush!”

My own music hit, not Best Friends this week. It felt great to be wrestling for my first time since I was back.

I looked at Sadie Gibbs from across the ring, and once that bell rang, I was ready to attack.

Match things cause I can’t write

I was waiting for her to get up so I could hit my finisher, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, but I did hear some people yelling. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Micheal, looking straight at me, but not before swooping down and doing exactly what I did to him last week, and for kayfabe, I pushed him away. Only to get rolled up by Sadie and pinned.

I glared at Max and Micheal while they laughed at my loss. I kept my face till we reached backstage, running up to them, “You didn’t tell me you were gonna be out there!” Max pointed a thumb at Micheal, “His idea.”

I rolled my eyes while he put his arm around me, walking us to my locker room. “So, Y/N, about earlier,” I looked up at him, “Yes?”

“Well we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few weeks and well-” “Y/N come here for a second!” I looked over at my teammates, calling me over. I rolled my eyes, and excused myself, walking over to them.

“What do you want dorks?” “Don’t you think you’re getting a bit too close to him?” Trent asked. I looked at the three, confused, “What are you going on about?”

Chuck put his arms on my shoulders, “Y/N, honey, don’t freak out. But it doesn’t make sense that he hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet. And as your best friend, I think you should, maybe not flirt as much.”

I took his arms off me, “Guys, it’s fine. And if he doesn’t ask soon, then for fuck’s sake I’ll ask.” 

They tried to protest but I walked away, back to Micheal.

*sing this* Hotellllllllll Skip

I was hanging out with him, again. We were laughing and joking about the people on Twitter. “Wait wait wait hear this one, ‘Y/N and Wardlow, not the ship we want, but the ship we need.’ I guess people are shipping us now.” I laughed.

“I mean, I can’t blame them.” He said, smiling at me.

Even though he was smiling, I could tell something was on his mind, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t they be?” I sat up, “Did you hear what those halfwits said earlier?”

He looked at me, puzzled, “What are you going on about?” He asked.

“Well, they said we were getting too close, and it’s weird cause we aren’t even dating, y’know?”

He chuckled, “What did you think I was going to ask you earlier?”

I looked up at him, eyes wide, “Soooo, do you, maybe wanna try asking again?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” I wacked him with a pillow. He put his hands up in defense, “Okay okay,” he grabbed my hands, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Officially?” I smiled, “Sure, why not.”

He gave me a peck on the lips, “Those goons can suck it.” I realized I had a very important thing to do so I got up and walked out the room.

I walked down the hallway, knocking on the door where the knuckleheads were staying, Chuck opened the door, “What’s up Mrs. Wardlow?”

“Jokes on you losers! He just asked me out! SUCK IT!” I held up my middle fingers before running back to Micheal and I’s room. He was stifling his laughter, “I could hear you all the way on the other side.”

“Well, get used to it, cause you’re gonna have to hear my voice a lot.”

I heard my phone ding, to see a text from Trent.

YOU’RE DATING THE BODYGUARD NOW?!?!?!?!?

so this was really silly. i got really bored, hope you enjoyed tee hee

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 17

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn't get the memo.

A/N: Don’t exactly know how I feel about this chapter but here it is!

MASTERLIST

The Truth’s Out

“Red or black?” you asked, showing two of the dresses you picked out. 

“Just pick any,” Steve grumbles, leaning on the clothes rack. His expression holds an exaggerated exhaustion that had you rolling your eyes. 

Your arms drop to your side and you give him the meanest glare he’s seen in two months. A lazy smile tugs at his lips. 

It’s true. You’ve been dating for two whole months and even celebrated your two month anniversary two weeks ago. You thought it was stupid to celebrate, believing that it should’ve been a more memorable milestone. A year or five. Even six months was considered more important than two. But if Steve put his mind to something, he did it. So he took - dragged - you to a fancy restaurant in the Upper East and bought you the prettiest Valentino crossbody with a price tag that had you gaping. 

"I feel like I'm your sugar baby," you muttered, holding the clutch in your hand. Your fingers slide along the tan leather of the rockstud bag. It feels uncomfortable, solely because you’ve never held something so expensive in your hands. 

Without a doubt, you loved the gift. You had a weakness for designer items. Although you’ve never bought anything even close to it, that didn’t stop you from drooling while scrolling on websites just to admire the latest trends and cry at the prices. 

"You're my girlfriend," Steve corrects, eyes glued to the street as he drives. "And if I don't spoil my girl, who will?" 

You open your mouth to say something snarky but he cuts you off.

"And I won't let anyone else so don't get any ideas,” he deadpans. 

You laugh, then lean over and hug him from the side. You pressed your lips against his cheek and mushed the other side of his face with your hand. Steve tries his best to keep the car straight on the road, but you’re not helping. 

“If I crash this car, it will be your fault.” 

“You're no help," you complain, “You came to help.” 

Steve stood up straight and pointed up. “Actually, I came to spend time with you,” he said, "Cause I haven't seen you in a week.”

You frown, feeling guilty. "I had a busy week,” you explained, “I had back-to-back shifts and three exams."

"So that's why I'm here trying to spend time with you,” he assures with a smile. 

“You are spending time with me!” 

“This wasn’t really what I had in mind.”

“Fine," you pouted, "I’ll help myself,” you stated, turning over to the mirror on the wall. You placed the red dress in front of you and then the black while deep in thought. 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Babe, just pick the one you like the most.” 

“That’s the thing," you turn over to him, "I like both! But I don’t know which one would look better on me.”

Steve shrugs. “I think you’d look good in both.” 

You give him a half frown. “You’re just saying that so we can leave.” 

“Maybe," he shrugs again. Maybe not.” 

“Maybe I’ll try them on and see which one looks better," you conclude, hanging them over one arm. 

Steve sighs and places his hands on his hips in defeat. “If it means we’ll be able to leave faster, then go for it," he points towards the rooms. 

You chuckle at his frustration while making your way to the changing rooms. You walk into an empty stall and slide the curtain behind you. Steve waits outside, his back leaning against the wall. 

He observes the others in the store. Teenage girls gossiped and giggled while traversing through the maze of clothing racks with ease. Employees were scattered throughout the store, looking like Death himself with the average Karen sneakily approaching them for some outrageous request.

The kingpin was a force to be reckoned with. A six foot force with bulging muscles and unmatched skill in strategy and combat, to be exact. And yet, a simple shopping trip had him whining like a child. 

Steve bangs his head against the wall with a grunt. He's been here too long, and he's craving for something sweet. 

He knocks on the wall. “How long is this going to take? You’ve been in there for an hour," he exaggerates. 

The sound of metal rings sliding along the rod makes him turn, only to pause the minute his eyes fall on you. 

The ruby-colored dress hugs against the curves of your figure and falls just above the knee. Your upper chest is bare besides for the spaghetti straps running over your collarbones and the cowl neck giving a teaser of your cleavage. 

His jaw goes slack, leaving his mouth open in awe. 

"How do I look?" You ask, turning from side to side to give him a full view. 

Steve.exe has stopped working. 

“Amazing. Gorgeous. Show-stopping. Extraordinary," he spews one out after the other. 

“You sound like a creep," you chuckle at him before turning towards the mirror inside the room. 

Steve smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Babe, you look absolutely stunning," he says, blues eyes piercing at you from the reflection of the mirror. 

His grip around your waist grows tighter as he nuzzles his nose on the side of your neck. He plants kisses along the curve of your neck and it has shivers zipping down your spine. 

“Steve!” you turn slightly towards him and give him a slap on the chest. “People are watching!” you scold him. 

He chuckles against you, his hot breath tickling the bare skin of your shoulder. “I don’t care. I don’t know ‘em," he replies. 

“Should I try the other one?” you ask. 

“Nah, forget about it. This dress was made for you,' he assures. "C'mon let's get outta here," he pulls you along. 

"Let me change first!” 

Pietro lets out a deep, prolonged sigh. With his face propped up in his hand, he lazily mixes his smoothie with the straw and looks blankly at the masses in the food court. 

“What’s wrong?” Vision asks, taking a slurp of his own smoothie. 

“Just bored, Viz,” he sighs again. 

Vision checks the time on his wristwatch. “I’m sure Wanda will be back soon.” 

“I was speaking in general,” Pietro explains. “And forget about her coming back soon. That never happens.” 

“Then why are you so bored?” Vision questions, leaning forward in his chair. 

Pietro shrugs, then swipes a hand through his hair. His hand stays in his hair, and he tugs on it hard. “Nothing’s happening. I need some action, ya know?” he turns to the pale-skinned boy in front of him. He sits up and lifts his hands in an animated motion. “I need some fire. Some destruction!” 

“Or maybe you just need a job,” Vision deadpans. 

Pietro’s lips fall into a pout. “I have a job,” he retorts. 

“I’m talking about a real job.” 

“I have a real job!”

“Being an information broker isn’t a real job,” Vision replies. “You just like to gossip.” 

“I get paid for my gossip,” Pietro grumbles. “So it’s a job.”

“And that’s why you are on the brink of being homeless,” Vision smirks mockingly.

Pietro huffs, then rests his chin on the table. “Things have been slow lately. No one’s cheating on their girlfriend or pulling someone’s eyeballs out, so I’ve got nothing to work with here,” he complains. 

“Then why don’t you get a real job?” the other boy suggests. “And stop leeching off of Wanda.”

Pietro whips up again and points at Vision. “You know what, Viz—,” he cuts himself off when he notices a familiar yet unfamiliar face walking by. Pietro’s face lights up in a split second, making Vision raise a brow. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the kingpin,” he snickers. 

“The who?”

Pietro looks back at Vision. “The kingpin, moron! You’re such a smart guy and you don’t even know who Steve Rogers is?”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“Hell yeah, ya heard of him. The guy’s loaded,” Pietro exclaims. He raises a brow in question when his eyes catch you holding Steve’s hand. “But who’s that girl with him?”

 Vision squints at the two. “I know of her,” he replies. “She’s a friend of Wanda’s. They work together. I think her name’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N, huh?” Pietro smiles, pulling out his phone. 

“What the hell are you doing?”  

“Nothing,” Pietro leans over the entire table, bringing his phone to Vision’s end. He zooms in as much as he can. 

God bless the iPhone 11 Pro Max. 

He takes a few pictures of the two. 

“Stop that, we’re in public!” Vision exclaims quietly. “This is so wrong on so many levels!”

Pietro looks up at him before taking another picture. “I’m doing my job, Viz, just like you told me to,” he replies with a smug grin. 

“You’re going to get killed and get me killed for associating with you.” Pietro takes a few more pictures of the passing couple. Vision covers the camera with his hand. “Stop that!” 

Pietro clicks his tongue before pulling back. He checks the photos one by one and smiles. 

Hell yeah, 4k baby. 

“Delete those right now!” 

He looks up at him with a grimace. “No,” he states flatly, before returning to his phone. 

“Think about your poor sister, will you?” Vision tries to play the empathy card. “If the kingpin finds out you took pictures of him unknowingly, he’ll have your neck.” 

Pietro stands up. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, buddy, nothing’s going to happen,” he smirks while passing him, patting him on the shoulder as he does. 

“Where the hell are you going now?” 

“Just going to go have a little fun,” he replies, “Tell Wanda I’ll call her later.” 

Vision sends him off with a disappointed shake of the head that Pietro didn’t seem to care about. He swipes through the photos, then stops at one. He zooms in just enough to see the kingpin sneak a little kiss with his girl. He swipes to the next picture. It’s one of you looking up at Steve, smiling, red-cheeked and heart-eyed. His eyes linger on you for a while. A wicked smile tugs at his lips and reaches the tips of his ears. 

“You’re gonna make me rich, sweetheart.” 

You yawned while skipping up the stairs of the subway into the warmth of the sun with heavy footsteps and heavier eyelids

Take early morning classes, you told yourself. It’d be easy, you said. 

LIES. ALL YOU EVER DID WAS LIE TO YOURSELF. 

You stray from the rest of the crowd, taking your daily shortcut to the science building. It was an old alleyway that led to a loading center right behind the university. It was a better route than being battered in the masses of the main street. Not to mention it gave you an extra ten minutes before class to pick up a coffee. 

Sure it was a bit sketchy, but who’d be stupid enough to mug you in broad daylight? 

"What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a street like this?" a gruff voice comes from your left. 

You just had to ask. 

Raucous and obscene fits of laughter erupt within the narrow alleyway. You walk on, your strides growing wider, without paying them any mind. 

The man throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. He takes two wide steps towards you and turns you around by the shoulder. “Hey, princess, it ain’t polite to ignore people.” 

"Don't touch me,” you shake his hand off your elbow. 

The brute raises a brow. “I’ve seen your face somewhere,” he states, “You’re the kingpin’s whore,” he grins wickedly.You froze when the words left his tongue, eyes softening into fear. He grabs you by the wrist as his friends start to surround you. It feels like you’re a rabbit in the middle of a pack of wolves. 

“Yeah, it’s her alright,” another pipes up, “she’s all over the news.”

News? What news?!?! 

The one holding onto your arm pulls you roughly towards him, snickering. "How about we have a little fun?" he teases. 

You try your best to twist your way out of his grasp with your free hand, but another man comes and yanks on your hand hard. Your head whips towards him, heart beating rapidly at the thought of what they’d do to you in the hidden alley. 

He smiles at you, letting the silver in his teeth shine in the sun. 

"C'mon baby, we’ll play nice,” he cooes, his face in your face. You squirm away from him, but he tugs you closer. "What? Not good enough for ya? A night with the king got you high up in the air? Don't get so full of yourself. You're nothing but his slut." 

"Let me go!" you shout with a hope that someone would hear. But let’s face it. This is New York. Even if someone could hear you, they wouldn’t come to help you. 

"Thing is, I got a little beef with the big guy,” he growls, digging into his pocket and taking out a switchblade. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the sharp blade. “Since I can't get to him,” he brings the blade to your chin, “I'll settle with you." 

Swinging your leg as hard as you can, you kick the silver toothed man hard in the groin. You feel a sharp stinging on the side of your face as he drops the blade and shouts a curse in pain.

Now with a free hand, you go straight for the man holding the other and punch him directly in the jaw. He lets go and grumbles holding the face in his hand. 

The rest of the crew stood silent, completely stunned by the quick turn of events. You take it as a moment to flee. Turning on your heel, you dash down the alley as fast as you can. 

"Don't let her get away!" You hear one of them shout behind you. 

You turn around the corner, opposite in the direction of school. You’re not thinking, you’re just running. Everything in your mind is a big blur. It’s just one foot in front of the other in an attempt to widen the gap between you and them. 

Your breaths came in small spurts, hot and nervous. Your fingers are balled tightly into fists, swinging back and forth as if it’d make you run faster. Your lungs and heart are pumping, but the air doesn’t seem to be enough as you sprinted forward, panic trembling in your exhausted limbs. 

Your eyes were shut tight, trying to keep your sanity at bay. It’s all a bit too familiar. The rush of adrenaline and the fear of getting caught. It takes you back to a memory you buried six feet under. 

Their heavy pants and growling curses mingle with the words that echo in your head. His voice rings in your ear, like he’s the one chasing you. 

“You can run all you want, kid, but in the end you’ll come right back here! Right back to me.” 

You turn around another corner to find trash cans lining the wall. You push them over, letting them topple to the floor, creating a pathetic excuse of an obstacle. But it works. It slows them down just enough for you to turn around the corner of another alleyway.

You run down the path, speed constant, and notice the sound of their jeers growing distant. But even so, you keep running until you reach the main street. Only stopping when you hear tires screeching along the asphalt of the street. 

You freeze in front of the car, the bumper just inches away from your body. The door opens and Steve quickly gets out and his friends follow. His hair is a mess and his clothes too casual than his normal attire. 

You swallow deep when his eyes meet yours. “Y/N,” he calls with a breathy pant. 

Tears start to bubble at the corner of your eyes. All of the confusion and fear finally starts to sink in, but you’re trying your best to keep it all in. The slam of the door behind him was the little push you needed to let go. 

“Steve,” you mumble, meeting him halfway. 

Your face slams into his chest, hugging him tight. His arms wrapped around you create a safe haven. The scent of a day’s old cologne and cigarettes feels just right. The relaxed beat of his heart against your ear calms your tense nerves. But it was the press of his lips against your forehead that really brought you home with a warm welcome. 

“You’re late,” you mutter against him. 

“Sorry, Monday morning traffic is killer,” his voice rumbles against the side of your face. You can hear the smile in his words. 

You look up at him with a small smile. He wipes the wet smears around your eyes, keeping your face in his hands. 

“Bad day?” 

“It’s Monday, what do you expect?” 

He chuckles softly, “Point made,” his thumb brushes against the scrape running along your chin. 

“Steve, did you see–?” 

"I saw 'em." he answers. 

"What's gonna happen now?" 

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out,” he assures, “but first let me find the bastards that did this to you.” 

“This?” you pointed at the cut, “this is nothing. Really.”

“It is something,” he replies firmly. 

“But it’s nothing to worry about.”  

“Well I’m worrying anyway.” 

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Peter asks sweetly. 

You smile at him. God, this kid. Where has he been? You’ve been missing him. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” you teased. 

“I’m twenty-years-old!” he exclaims with a pout, earning a chuckle from you. 

Your new friends run down the alley and out onto the street. They freeze at the sight of the mob boss towering over them in all his majestic glory. Steve’s jaw ticks and his eyes fall on them with a murderous intent. Their beady eyes divert to you, hidden in the kingpin’s embrace, but don’t linger for long. They’ve pissed off the guy enough as it is, ogling his girl would just make it worse. 

“Well if it isn’t a bunch of rats,” Bucky sneers with a chuckle and Peter mimics him. 

“Hey, Sammy, do me a favor and go break some bones.” Steve orders. 

“But I thought you said—”

“This is an exception,” Steve interrupts with a chuckle. “Go have some fun.” 

“Yes!” Bucky pumps his fist. “Finally! My bones are getting rusty,” he stretches his legs and arms. 

“That may just be because you’re old.” 

“Shut up, Pete, or I’ll beat your ass first,” Bucky snaps at him, “All right ladies, let’s get into formation,” he claps. 

“You are not Beyonce, you can’t say that,” Sam deadpans. 

Bucky whips his long brown locks with his hand.  “No, I’m Bucky with the good hair.” 

“It’s official, I hate you,” Sam groans, “Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?" He pulls the silver-toothed man back by the collar. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve turns you around before Sam punches the man’s teeth out and leads you to the car. 

It takes everything in your willpower to not look back. You can hear it all. Heavy punches and deep grunts. Strained curses and feet scuffling on the concrete. 

And it makes you wonder. Despite all that had happened. Was it really all right for them to take the law into their own hands? 

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One shot: Fall Thru

Requestedd by anonymous: Can you do one for Jax... Black reader to meek mills fall thru please

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Jax Teller

Warning(s): heated make out session, not too detailed

Word count: 1687

A/N: I don’t know the song and I don’t listen to Meek Mill so I wrote the request of what I understood from the lyrics. Sorry if it doesn’t really make sense!

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Yeah Sad to say it but I love you Don't take no offense but you're my bitch Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you really understand though You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

  Jax slammed the door shut, the noise making you stand up from the couch and watch him walk over to you with a blank face. “Hey babe” you greeted and leaned in to give him a kiss but he turned his head to the side, making you kiss his check.

 “What’s wrong?” you asked Jax as he continued walking to the kitchen. You followed him and frowned when he didn’t answer. “Did I do something?” you questioned him as he walked over to the fridge and take out can of beer, opening it before chugging the brown liquid down his throat.

 “Jax” you spoke and walked over to him, sighing when he took a step back and threw the can in the trashcan. “Talk to me” you begged one last time, making him sigh and look at you, exhaustion flashing through his eyes.

 “Just had a shitty day and trying to get over it” he mumbled and ran his hand through his hair. You frowned and walked over to him, “Want to talk about it?” you whispered while running your hand through his soft hair before caressing his cheeks and patiently waiting for his answer.

 Jax picked you up, making you let out a surprised whimper before you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him take you to your shared bedroom. Your heart ached, seeing your boyfriend in this state was never good, it meant that he was fed up and ready to give up on everything.

 Jax entered your shared bedroom and closed the door behind him before walking over to the bed and gently placing you on top of it.

  Ass all fat say she get it from her mama She just want the money, she ain't fuckin' with no bloggers Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin' 1942 shots turn you to a monster Thuggin' like you 2Pac, you know that I got you Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna I was supposed to hit, I was never s'pose to cuff you Put you on my homie 'cause he say he wanna fuck you When he asked me 'bout you, I just told him that I want you But now its quiet for you, 'cause I told him that I loved you

  “Opie is still dealing with his wife’s death and we got into this huge fight. He said some pretty hurtful things and it just made question why we do all this shit” Jax finally opened up while stepping away from the bed and removing his shirt with a heavy sigh.

 “We’re savages [Y/N], people constantly get killed by us or because of us and I can’t handle it anymore” he continued while removing his jeans, only leaving his boxers on before joining you on the bed and crawling on it until he was leaning against the headboard.

 Your heart felt heavy as you felt so much sympathy for your boyfriend. You slowly got off the bed and also removed your clothes, only leaving your underwear on before joining him on the bed again.

 Jax sighed and closed his eyes, “Sometimes I wish that I could undo every little bad thing I ever did. Sometimes I wish I was someone to not cope with all this bullshit” his voice shook at the end as he swallowed hard.

 You frowned rested your head on his shoulder while caressing his chest, running your hand up and down his chest and stomach.

 “The only thing that keeps me from giving up on all is you” your boyfriend opened his eyes and looked at you. Your heart fluttered at his words. “Ever since I met you I feel like my life has been getting better, like it has a meaning” he finished and gazed deeply into your eyes.

 You nodded your head and blinked, “You’re the only woman who decided to still stick with me despite fucking up on so many levels. You never gave into the fact that I tried to make you quit your job so that I could have you 24/7 to myself. You never thought about leaving me after a nasty fight despite that I was being so disrespectful” Jax took a deep breath and turned to you.

 “You don’t flirt with the gang or do some petty shit when you’re mad at me. You let anyone know you’re taken when someone tries to flirt with you. And the list goes on [Y/N]. You’re the best thing that happened to me” your boyfriend finished with tears brimming his eyes.

  You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you really understand though You was there through my ups and downs like a camel I was locked up, I remember when I hit you Used to write me back every letter that I sent you You wasn't my girl but you used to pretend to When I came home, let me beat it instrumental Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you We be goin' hard every time you on that Hen' too I was in the mix, actin' like a savage Got another bitch and you told me I could have it I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

  “I love you and you know that I’m by your side no matter what happens” you whispered to which Jax nodded his head and bit your lip. “If it weren’t for you, I’d probably don’t know if I’d be sitting here with you, alive” he confessed and swallowed hard again.

 “Moments like these make me appreciate you so much babe, and I won’t ever stop reminding you how fucking much you mean to me [Y/N]. I love you with my heart and soul” your boyfriend’s voice dropped to a whisper before he leaned in and pressing his soft kiss against yours.

 You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck while gently pulling him on top of you as you loved feeling him so close to you. Jax moaned when you licked and sucked his lower lip before pushing your tongue past his parted lips.

 The two of you began to pant as your hands started to roam over each other’s body. You slipped your hands down Jax’s back before pulling his boxers down. He lifted his hips off you and quickly threw his boxers off the bed with foot.

 You moaned when he repositioned himself in between legs and began grinding his hardening length against your clothed core.

  You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you really understand though You was there through my ups and downs like a camel Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though I'm an original don dada, though Knock them all down like dominoes Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world She just wanna shine, whoa And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

  Jax kissed his way down your neck while his hands massaged your breasts, making a pleasant shiver run down your back as you moaned and held onto his shoulders. “Baby” you whimpered when one hand went down your stomach before cupping your sex.

 “Tonight, I don’t want to have sex, I want to make love to you” Jax rasped before kissing his way to your lips again while he removed your underwear. Your mind went completely blank when he pressed his thumb against your sensitive clit, making you let out a pleased sigh when you felt your arousal gather itself at your entrance. “Look at me” Jax whispered and smiled when you did, loving the intimacy. “I love you so much [Y/N]” he whispered.

 Jax ended up making love to you for hours, not being able to get enough of the delicate feeling of being inside you. He was very sweet and gentle while thrusting his hips in at a slow pace. He wanted you to look at him while feeling him in the most intimate way possible, your eyes were only focused on his as moans and groans left your parted lips.

 Jax was in awe when you reached your high while chanting his name, he reached his not long afterwards and whispered how much he loved. You smiled as he rolled off of you and cuddled onto your body while the two of you panted. “I love you” was the last thing you whispered before you two fell asleep.

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