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Mafia Boss!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

This is the backstory to one of my recent fics, Followed. Check it out here! 

Part 1 - The Wedding (w/c = 5.9k)

Part 2 -  Mi Assecondi (12/10/2021)

Part 3 - Ferris Wheels and Cotton Candy (12/13/2021)

Part 4 - Come Home To Me (12/17/2021)

Part 5 - Amore Mio (12/20/2021)

(there will be more parts, they just haven’t been written/named yet)

The Devil’s bride

Summary: 20 years ago your parents promised you to a demon… and now the devil has come to collect his prize.

Pairing: Demon! Bucky x Reader

Word count: 800 (very exactly lol)

Warnings: Mention of forced marriage… No smut in this.

A/N: This is for Miss @syntheticavenger‘s 8k. Because she writes some of the most compelling, creative stories I’ve got to read on AO3 and Tumblr. And she’s also super nice and positive. I wasn’t gonna at first cause I’m a little shy about tagging others but here goes lol. Just… thanks for sharing your talent with us, missy! Gif by tvandfilm

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It’s another Saturday at the diner, one of those slow, tedious shifts that you can’t wait to see reach its end. You itch to get home, kick your feet up, binge a show or two on the Netflix account you share with your best friend. Your feet are beginning to ache from the ceaseless rushing about. It is, as usual, always the same humdrum labor: taking orders, operating the cash register and getting coffee refills for the customers. Ever since your friend Wanda quit, your boss has piled on more work on your frail shoulders, since she is too cheap to simply hire a new waitress. You suspect she is unabashedly exploiting the fact that she knows how much you need this job. Your stomach curls as you remember how behind on your rent you are. After brewing a fresh pot, you sigh and lean your elbows on the counter. There are only three customers in the diner. Hopefully one day, you’ll rack up enough cash to wave goodbye to this sorry job and this sorry little town. But considering the dismal state of your credit score… this won’t be any day soon.

You perk up when the chiming of the door bell announcing the arrival of a new guest peals across the diner. A chilling breeze floods in when the man enters. You frown as goosebumps bloom on your flesh. Shivering, you rub your arms. Strange. It is the height of summer and there’s been a pleasant warmth clogging the air all day.

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POV: Caught him tryna steal a cookie before dinner

Warning: RPF, Fluff, suggested smut but not really.

Turning the tables

"Oy! Hands off the cookies, mister!"

Henry's greedy fingers were mere inches from the freshly baked cookies as you entered the kitchen. A face full of mischief greeted your calling, his hand still hovering over the tray with fingers dangling in the air at the warm steams that caressed them.

"Can't I have one?" He rounded his eyes, oddly resembling Kal whenever bacon was presented.

Unimpressed with his false innocence, you folded your arms across your chest and smacked your lips - which was a known sign of great displease.

"Dinner first, then you'll get a cookie."

Henry pouted. "But they are warm and soft now..."

You sighed and trod forward, grabbing a soft kitchen towel on your way to Henry. The pungent aroma of chocolate chip cookies and his earthy cologne mingled in your snout, causing a slight hazy sensation once you stepped close enough to cover the tray.

"Dinner first, dessert later", you insisted and leant with your elbows against the counter in triumph as a brief surge of power and dominance rushed through you.

Defeated, Henry remained silent, though his lips stretched into a wicked grin while his eyes trailed down the sight of your body. After all these years, he was still taken by you, ravenously so. A slight growl rumbled in his throat, and in the darkening reflection of his eyes, you swore you could see yourself naked and vulnerable.

How did he manage to turn the tables on you without saying a word?

"Henry, what..."

His shoulders squared and broadened as he stood straight and closed the distance between you. Startled, you jumped back but not before his fingers locked around the hem of your shirt and held you in your place.

"I like it when you're acting all bossy on me, wifey," he chuckled darkly and hauled you against his chest, so your breasts pressed into his pecs.

"It makes this a lot more entertaining. Now, if you don't mind, I'll have my dessert."

In seconds only, you were turned upside down; your belly rested over his taut shoulder, your legs kicking in the air as he snatched you to the bedroom, smacking you on the ass to prove a point.

kissing jason's scars make him blush but he likes your lips on him so yes r i p to me

🥺 that’s so cute.

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: smut

“Do we have to listen to this song again? You played it 8 times yesterday,” Jason grumbled. He went to reach over to the speaker to change it and you grabbed his arm while leaning over him in bed.

“Just once more,” you begged leaning over him with your eyes big and lips pouty. He guffed a laugh with an eye roll. “Thank you,” you said sweetly.

“Last time or I might actually go crazy.”

You hummed along to the music softly. Your head rest on Jason’s chest and he softly played with your hair. As the song ended and you let the playlist continue, you looked up at Jason admiring his face.

A spattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Black hair that was getting a little long on time had fallen on his forehead and you pushed it back. A scar in his hairline caught your attention. Another one you hadn’t noticed before. There was many. You sat up and he looked at you confused.

“Nothing,” you answered his unasked question. You bent and kissed the scar. Jason’s eyes fluttered closed and he sunk into the pillow relaxing. You kissed another scar on the bridge of his nose. Another on his jaw as Jason tried to turn his head to catch your lips but you avoided him. You kissed the scar on his throat. You definitely didn’t want to know the story of the cut that looked like it almost beheaded him.

You couldn’t help but kiss his collarbone even with no scar present. Jason made a content rumbling and shuffled himself around to lay flat for you. You pulled the blanket down his bare chest before kissing the corner of his autopsy scar.

Jason felt himself fluster. He was self conscious there but at the same time, your lips felt amazing on his skin. He didn’t exactly have a long history of people treating him this gently. Your lips brushed along the top part of the Y before moving to another scar on his pec. You held his side with both hands as you moved down his body.

You let your lips brush against his nipple and Jason inhaled quickly and you could feel his dick twitch in his shorts. You licked and he gasped before making a nervous chuckle. Jason could never get used to the way you would touch him. Even when he would have sex before, he didn’t often remove his shirt and there certainly wasn’t slow exploration with anyone else.

You repeated your movement on his other nipple causing his stomach to tighten. Jason adjusted his hips as he grew harder. You kissed along the middle of his scar and down his stomach. Your fingers gently scratched along the divots of his abs.

Your fingers brushed against the band of his boxers and Jason mumbled a quiet “fuck.” You playfully ran your hands along his thigh and hips while kissing his abs and running your tongue along his v line muscle.

“Jay Baby, can I take these off,” you asked while looking up at him. Jason nodded quickly. Who the hell would say no to you kneeling between their legs asking to get in their pants??

He lifted his hips as you pulled the material down. Jason wasn’t fully hard yet somehow but was certainly on the way there. You helped him out of his shorts and tossed them to the floor.

“Pretty,” you whispered to yourself and you knew Jason heard you the way he started to blush all over. He never really believed you but it was hard when you looked at him that way. You ran your hands up his thigh before gently kissing the tip of his dick playfully. You licked up the bottom and Jason inhaled harshly and his dick twitched. He almost felt lightheaded with his fast he got completely hard.

Just as he was going to ask you to stop teasing, you wrapped your fingers around his length and swirled your tongue along the head. Jason stretched back and looked to the ceiling as the warmth of your mouth encircled him. You bobbed along with your hand pumping the base in time.

You weren’t bothering to be neat. He was soon wet and sloppy in the best way. You took him deep and Jason’s hand flew down to touch your hair. He seemed to want to grab your hair but instead lightly cup your head. You looked up at him through your lashes and he had to look away for fear he’d cum right then.

“Fuck, babe,” Jason groaned as you swirled your tongue in a way he liked. You sucked on the head and he made a startled moan. You grinned while kitten licking the underside. Jason was so beautiful writhing underneath you. The way his abs and thighs spasmed with pleasure and the way he bit his lips to hold back his moans. Well that just won’t do.

“Stop,” you said pulling off to jerk him while looking up. “I wanna hear you.”

“Hnng,” Jason gasped as you took him deep while rubbing your tongue along the backside. Your hand not hold the base gently fondled his balls and Jason made a loud gasp.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long with that,” he groaned. You pulled off with a pop.

“I can always stop,” you teased while barely jerking him off. Precum oozed from the tip and Jason was breathing heavily.

“Fuck, don’t- please. Please keep going,” Jason begged.

You went back to it. Your mouth and one hand moving along his soaked cock. The other groped his body feeling his muscles contract under your touch. You reached down again to gently brush against his sack.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” he said trying to grab you to pull off but instead you took him deep down your throat and forced yourself to swallow around him. Jason groaned and cupped your head as he came. You held out with tears in your eyes until you felt him stop twitching and finally pulled off. Jason trembled as you lapped the last of his cum off the tip.

“Shit,” he panted. “That was amazing.” You grinned at the way he looked practically boneless. “Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbled in a satisfied tone.

“I’m not. I like seeing you finally relaxed,” you said climbing up beside him.

“And I definitely appreciate that,” Jason said pulling you on top of him to kiss.

NSFW Alphabet - Jason Todd

18+ minors dni Jason Todd x Fem!Reader CW: smut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He won’t admit it, but he needs aftercare too. He’ll grab you a washcloth and some water, order you food. Whatever you need, but you better cuddle him in return. Play with his hair, let him listen to your heartbeat! Reassure him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His abs. Not in a shallow way, he just worked really hard for his body to be at that level and he’s proud, okay? Of his partner, probably their hips or their thighs. He likes grabbing onto them any chance he’s given and laying his head in their lap.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

On your face, in your mouth. He’ll tell you how pretty you are when he watches you swallow it. Let him taste it on your tongue when he kisses you afterwards. It makes him feral.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to get pegged. Pillow princess. He makes the prettiest sounds, no matter how hard he tries to be quiet (he stops trying after awhile). Tell him how good he takes it and watch his eyes roll back in his head.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not super experienced, but he’s a fast learner.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

It really just depends on his mood. He likes doggy style, but he’ll also let you ride him. He just likes watching you bounce on his cock. When he’s feeling vulnerable though, sweet boy is missionary all the way.

G = Goofy (What is their sense of humor?)

Dry, dark humor on the offbeat until he starts to get comfortable, then he has a dorkier, sillier soft side.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Keen sense of hygiene, keeps everything shaved.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He struggles with intimacy, not knowing how to handle the deeper part of any relationship, but deep down he’s a romantic. In his own way. Late night rides around the city. He’ll speed around sharp turns so you hold onto him tighter.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Every time he’s in the shower. He can’t help it, it’s like his dick knows and he gets hard. Sometimes when he’s bored or he can’t sleep, he watches porn.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Let him wear the suit while he fucks you. That’s all I’m saying. Daddy

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Ding, ding, ding. You guessed it. In the shower. There are times you’re in there with him when it’s entirely about seeking out comfort. Gentle touches, soft kisses, checking injuries. Caressing your wet skin, feeling the water run down his back. Then there are the times he absolutely wants to rail you under the stream, hand tangled in your soaked hair with your flushed face pressed against the cold tile, sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, get them going)

When you first get together, the way you look at him could be enough to get him hard. He’d try to hide it and play it cool, but you can see how hot and bothered he is. As he starts to calm down, his biggest turn on is the way you challenge him. You’re strong and fierce, and that’s hot. You’re not allowed to spar together anymore.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

As much as he likes a challenge, don't degrade him. He'll shut down and wonder in the back of his head if he's good enough to be with you.

O = Oral (preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s not that big on giving at first, just because he’s unsure of himself, but he’s willing to learn and find out what makes you feel good. As far as receiving, he’s fucking weak for blowjobs. He’ll stare down at you with slack-jawed awe the entire time, making sounds under his breath, telling you how pretty you look wrapped around his cock.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Rough and fast most of the time. When things first get started and he struggles with intimacy, he fucks it out like it’s a race, but the first time he makes love to you, he gets addicted to the feeling. He wants to hear you moan his name, right in his ear, like it’s meant for him and nobody else. His hips will stutter every time you quake and clench around him and he’ll press his face in your chest while you writhe. Sometimes, though. He just needs the stress relief, and he will dick you down disrespectfully. He’ll leave you bruised, thighs trembling, dripping with him. But he’s always there to kiss it better afterwards. Sometimes, you can even get him to tell you what’s bothering him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often)

All the time. Literally every given opportunity. Rooftops? Bathrooms? You two were left alone for ten minutes too long?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?) He’s arguably an adrenaline junkie, and he gets high on it if you match his speed. It’s almost like a challenge, how far you guys are willing to take it. He thinks he fell in love with you when you reached around and started stroking his dick while you were on his motorcycle.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go/how long do they last?) His endurance is nonexistent the first couple of times, but he’s just excited, okay? After a while, though. It’ll feel like eternities since your first orgasm and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with your last. (Usually three or four later)

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’ll want you to wear vibrating panties, that he has the control to. You tell him that it’s not funny, the way your knees buckled when you were trying to carry on a conversation with Dick. Grayson looked concerned, and asked if you were alright. It took every bit of composure you had left to smile and nod your head. Those galas were so goddamn boring. Jason has to have his fun somewhere. And that’s all it is. Fun and games, until you make him do the same with a vibrating cock ring. Also strap-ons.

U = Unfair (How much do they tease?) He’s evil when it comes to that. He knows all of your buttons and how to push them. He won’t stop poking and prodding until you’re putty in his hands.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’ll try to keep it quiet at first, but this boy is loud. He makes the most wrecked, out of breath noises for you, and run his mouth. Fuck, just like that, y/n. Look at you, such a little slut for it, aren’t you? Like you were made for my cock, look how well you take it. This is my pussy, isn’t it? I own it. You’re mine.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Thespian boy listens to Abba. He will deny it to his death and call you a dirty liar if you try exposing him, but you can’t count the number of times you’ve caught him humming Take A Chance On Me under his breath. When he’s comfortable with you though, you’ll pout and sulk at him over something stupid and he’ll dramatically burst into S.O.S. You’ll laugh and throw pillows at him while he climbs all over his room; when you’re gone, how can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

All toned, lean muscle and a sharp V that points to a seven inch cock, a little curved and veiny.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Through the roof.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Sometimes, he’ll fall asleep in a matter of minutes, with his head on your chest. Other times, he won’t drift off until the sun starts streaming in, casting a warm glow over your peaceful face.

amygdala || scream

chapter ten (final chapter)

amygdala: “a roughly almond-shaped mass of gray matter inside each cerebral hemisphere, involved with the experiencing of emotions, most notably fear.”

in which the reader knows something they shouldn’t about their two best friends.

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>> omg guys it’s finally here ): the ending )): I had so much fun writing this, and this challenged me as a writer because I have never finished a fanfic before, despite writing for years. I wanna thank everyone who read this, left comments, reblogged/ left kudos/ voted/ liked this story! even if you didn’t like it, thank you for your time! I will be working on a new fanfic that’s more detailed and longer. I’ll still be taking requests, but until then, laters babies! <3

pairing: billy loomis x reader, stu macher x reader

warnings: mentions of death, gore, blood, knives, guns, and murder, major character death, strong language, violence

word count: 1470

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