summary:Lloyd fucks you with his gun simply because he can.
warnings:18+ only. lloyd hansen. threats. sex with a weapon. dirty talk. slight dubcon but all parties are willing. light choking. 1 ruined orgasm. slight anal play. don’t fuck guns, m’kay? no beta, only myself to blame.
word count: 1,801
author’s note: thanks to Twitter for inspiring me to write this. I mean it was only a matter of time since I’m a slut for fucking objects that shouldn’t be fucked.
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Lloyd fires off a shot with steady hands and a killer focused stare. The kickback makes his forearms flex, the muscle fibers under his collared, blue and white striped shirt twitch from the blow.
You lean against the wall behind him as he studiously works. You’d been at the small gun range for the last hour or so. It was a private club and the middle of the week so it was rather quite besides the loud shots that rang off every so often from Lloyd’s gun. He was trying out a new technique and he wanted to make sure it was a good fit before using it on the field.
Shot after shot he hit the target with stunning ease. Little holes peppered the paper bullseye with acute accuracy. He wields the gun so confidently; it makes you lightheaded at times. He was immensely self-assured after all these years that you were pretty sure he could hit the target blindfolded.
Pairing: Dad!Angel Reyes x Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)
Summary: Reader and Angel spend time with AJ and Imani separately and they have a surprise for Angel and Reader that brings them all closer. Reader gets tired of Angel dropping hints and takes matters into her own hands.
Warning: fluff, smut, talks of pregnancy, and hints of a breeding kink… actually, no hints, just straight up breeding kink
Word Count: < 2,200
A/N: This is a continuation of this fic, you might want to read that one first before this one. It’s not edited or anything, i’ll fix any mistakes at a later date. I hope you all like it!
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A/N: This is a two part series! This is part two! Make sure to read part onefirst! Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors and leave feedback! Also excuse anything that is incorrect about art techniques and what not I’m not an artist lmao. Same thing for the musical terms… you’ll see. I just really hope you all like this little series as much as I do! Thank you!
Pairing: f!reader x Jake
Summary:“give it to me and then paint a fucking picture of it when we finish.” or the one where…Jake has many talents that you admire, one of them including his skill with the pencil. When he needs a certain model, you are more than willing to pose for him,.
Following Jake out the door, you don’t have to check over your shoulder to know the three others are watching you all with delighted looks. The back of your neck heats up, and you’re almost afraid that there will be six little holes burnt into the back of your coat from their eyes, but you assure yourself you aren’t getting hot from any burning stares. The anticipation is making you grow warmer. In fact, despite the slight chill of a Nashville February, you drive all the way to Jake’s with your windows cracked, inviting the cold air in hopes of it cooling your nerves. It only causes you to shake with suspense.
None of the boys live too from the bar, and they all live pretty close to one another. In fact, Josh lives right down the street from Jake, and Danny and Sam only a few blocks in different directions. That being said, the drive is quick, and gives you little to no time to rehearse what you’re going to tell Jake when you get inside. While he pulls into his driveway, you park in your usual spot on the street and quickly pull down your mirror, adjusting your hair and reapplying some lip gloss at the last second. There’s a tap at your window and thank god the lights already dimmed out, so he didn’t see you.
You grab your purse and step out, “Sorry.”
“Thought you fell asleep in there.” He jokes, holding his arm out for you to hook with your own.
You look at it for a second, your chest tightening with nervousness, before wrapping your arm around his own and letting him lead you up to his house. You stay quiet, your mind and heart racing. You can’t help but wonder what is going on in his own head. What if Josh already talked to Jake about this, and this was some elaborate scheme he came up with to get you two together? Before you know it, you’ve convinced yourself this was all Josh’s doing and you’re doubling back on yourself.
I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this-
“What’s with the formality?” You fake a giggle, nodding your head to gesture towards your hooked arms.
Jake just shrugs, “Just felt nice.”
I’m overthinking all of this.
“Oh,” you nod, letting him go once you have reached the front door so he can unlock it.
I don’t even know where to begin. This is a fucking MASTERPIECE. You captured Jake so perfectly, in my opinion. The dialogue was phenomenal, the buildup was delectable, everything about this fic has me digging my own grave because after reading it, I know that I can die happy. I will now be RACING to read absolutely anything else that you decide to write. Absolutelyamazing.Thank you.
summary:you wouldn’t call Greg lucky, but sometimes he’d beg to differ
warnings:theres some angst, mentions of when greg got attacked, and when the lab blew up,
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The lights were dim, one of his eyes was practically swollen shut, and yet the room was still too bright. The heart monitor was too loud, and he could hear the heart monitor and weeping mother across the room just as well, too. His mouth felt way too dry, but drinking water hurt more than he’d like to admit.
He felt like he was being watched, and he did not like that one bit.
Two knocks on the doorframe have him turning to look using his decent eye, and he forces a smile when he sees that you’d returned. When you first arrived, he’d been way too tired and in too much pain to want to talk, so he’d just listened as you spoke into the empty space about how grateful you were that he was still alive. There was a lot about how much you hated his job now that he was out in the field but would continue to respect that it was what he wanted to do.
a/n: part 3 is here and more self-indulgent than ever!! thank you to everyone that has been supportive of this series, hope you enjoy as always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!!
Summary: Steve takes care of you after a wild night out with the girls. Pairing: College Roommate!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Warnings:18+, Partial nudity (but no SMUT), some language, hangover, Steve and Reader eat bacon & sausage (flagging it just in case) Author’s Note:Thanks to @lunarbuckand@yarnforbrains for Beta reading this for me! Thanks @firefly-graphics for the sweet divider!
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Summary: Steve takes care of you after a wild night out with the girls. Pairing: College Roommate!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Warnings:18+, Partial nudity (but no SMUT), some language, hangover, Steve and Reader eat bacon & sausage (flagging it just in case) Author’s Note:Thanks to @lunarbuckand@yarnforbrains for Beta reading this for me! Thanks @firefly-graphics for the sweet divider!
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Summary: Jensen decorates for the holidays. Pairing: Jake Jensen x Girlfriend!Reader Warnings:18+, FLUFF, Jake Jensen is adorable and clueless, language Author’s Note:You saw THIS post I shared earlier… yeah? This is the expansion of that idea; Jensen contributing to the holiday decorating.
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MISSILE TOAD?
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Jake let out a small grunt as the thumbtack punctured the ceiling in the archway by the foyer. “There,” he breathed out, stepping off of the step stool and admiring his work with a proud grin. The garage door rumbled, signaling your return home. Jake found a couple of beers in the fridge and cracked them open, anticipating your want for one once you were in the house.
