Fresh Out The Slammer (Frank Castle Imagine)

Summary: Frank Castle has been the only consistent man in your life and even though there were certain times he wasn’t in the picture, his presence somehow lingered into all of your relationships. There wasn’t a cure for a man like him, and you didn’t need one. 

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of harassment (not to reader), some violence, curse words, SMUT, Oral (M recieving), P in V. Use protection my loves

Word Count: 2.6k

Song: Fresh Out The Slammer by Taylor Swift

A/N: This will be officially my first published work for Frank Castle that was requested. Let me know what you think and some feedback would be appreciated.

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“Did he ever really know you?” Karen asks, handing me a glass of wine.

I shrug, grasping the chilled glass. “It was always his place, his friends, his favorite restaurants. He never made the effort to be in my life.”

Devin was my ex—a trust fund, high-maintenance brat who didn’t have “struggle” or “debt” in his vocabulary. We were an odd pair, but somehow, we lasted long enough to make it miserable. I cared for him but didn’t love him like I thought.

“I’m sorry I neglected our friendship. I shouldn’t have put up with someone like that just for those rare sweet moments,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You guys told me countless times. I just couldn’t see it until recently.”

“I never stopped being in your corner. I never will.” Karen smiles, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

“Thank you.” I try to keep my tears at bay as I sip my wine.

“If you want to change the subject, I get it. But you never told me about the night at the restaurant."

I throw my head back with a groan, sinking deeper into Karen’s comfy couch. “You should’ve seen Frank’s face when he realized it was me in that alley.”

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh? (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)

Bewitched Part 1.5 | Part 1 Here | Masterlist

Summary: Sadie is restless and frustrated, weeks had passed from her one night stand with Rooster and the memories of him linger in her head. She thinks Rooster is gone for a long assignment, hoping she can sweat it out, but then she meets again with the brown eyes that had been taunting her in her sleep.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female! OC

Warnings: Contains 18+ content. This is just smut without plot. Female receiving oral and just Bradley talking her through it basically

Word Count: 1.3k

Song: Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift

A/N: I was bored and before I finished part 2, I had to get this out. -

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

"Watch yourself while I fuck you."

Sadie whimpered, her nails digging into his back as the sight of them—of how perfectly they moved together—pushed her over the edge. She bit down on his shoulder, muffling the sound of her moan as she shattered around him.

"Bradshaw," she whimpered, breathless,

Sadie jolted upright in bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Jesus. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, the memory of Rooster still lingering—taunting. It hadn't stopped. Not since that night at the bar a few weeks ago.

The clock glowed, 4:47 a.m. The sun wasn’t even up yet, and it was only Tuesday. She barely had the energy to drag herself out of bed. Walking into her bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror, her matching silk pajamas wrinkled from all the tossing and turning. She’d tried everything to get him out of her system. Melatonin. A vibrator. Her own fingers. Nothing compared to him. Nothing brought her over the edge the way he did.

"Fuck you, Bradshaw," she muttered before splashing cold water on her face.

WOAH

Bewitched - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Part 1)

Summary: After two years since they last saw each other, Bradley and Sadie cross paths again. What started as a heated rivalry turned into something more, only for Rooster to walk away, leaving Sadie with nothing but a voicemail. Now, assigned to the same mission, tension lingers between them.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female! OC

Warnings: Just some cursing and fighting. It will contain a lot of smut, angst, jealousy, mention of death, PTSD and panic attacks. It also contains spoilers for the Top Gun movies.

Word Count: 4.4k

Song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift / right where you left me by Taylor Swift

Author's note: This is a re-upload of an old fic/idea I posted months ago and rewrote. I've been diving back into writing and decided to write a few parts for this idea. If you have any requests for anyone in the dagger squad, request are always open! Also, this is pure fiction, this isn't going to be 100% accurate and it's just for fun. Enjoy!

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Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around

Present

The tension in the room was suffocating. Sadie felt it when she walked in, but it wasn't from the mission.

It was him.

Bradley Bradshaw.

His gaze was on her, sharp and unreadable, and his jaw locked tight as Admiral Solomon introduced her as the leader. She refused to let her expression waver and acknowledged how her stomach twisted at the sight of him after all this time. Instead, she stood tall, arms folded behind her back, nodding once when Solomon finished speaking.

Her eyes flicked over the group. Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, and some familiar faces. But she kept coming back to him.

Bradley

She hadn't seen him since—

No.

Not now.

No one's ever had me, not like you (Joaquin Torres)

This wasn't requested but I just had to write something about these two again. It's mundane, cute and smutty.

Part 1 here

Warnings: Contains spoilers from Captain America: Brave New World, SMUT, 18+ only

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female OC

Word Count: 3,561

Song: So High School by Taylor Swift

A/N: I will always include a Taylor Swift song for every single thing I write 🤪 -

Why does moving have to be so stressful?

I brush back a few stray hairs, already done styling it for the day. The bathroom counter is a disaster—mine and Joaquin’s everyday essentials scattered everywhere. Somewhere in the mess is my makeup bag.

“I hate moving,” I mutter to myself, stepping out of the bathroom to check the bedroom.

The whole apartment is in shambles—more opened boxes than packed ones, clothes draped over furniture, and random belongings scattered across the floor. Ever since Joaquin got the all-clear from his doctor after the accident, we’ve been trying to pack as much as possible. The fixer-upper is nearly done, and moving day is a week away. But between my long hours at work and him easing back into his routine, packing has been slow.

I spot my floral makeup bag on the floor next to the dresser and grab it before heading back to the bathroom. Our mornings have looked the same for the past month—Joaquin wakes up early for his run, I make him breakfast, and then I get ready for work. By the time I’m almost dressed, he’s back with my first coffee of the day.

“Baby, ya llegué,” Joaquin calls from the front door. I hear him moving around the kitchen before the familiar sound of footsteps on the stairs. A few moments later, he appears with two coffees in hand.

I close my mascara tube and press a quick kiss to his lips before taking my cup.

“How was your run?” I ask, savoring the warmth between my hands as I lean against the counter.

Joaquin leans against the doorframe, cradling his own coffee. “It was good. You should come with me sometime.”

I snort. “Sorry, baby, but if there’s one thing you will always fail at, it’s convincing me to run for fun. I only run when I have to.”

Joaquin huffs a dramatic sigh, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “You know what I never fail at?” He pauses just long enough for me to raise a curious brow before smirking. “Pleasing you.”

I let out a sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Wow. That was smooth.”

He grins and steps closer, pressing a teasing kiss to my neck. “It’s also true.”

I press a hand to his chest, pushing him back playfully. “Go take a shower before you get too cocky.”

Joaquin chuckles but obeys, leaving me to roll my eyes and finish getting ready with a smile on my lips.

The Bolter (Scott Miller - Twisters)

Warnings: Angst, natural disaster, survival situation, anxiety, implied PTSD. A bit of sexual content but not really.

Pairing: Scott Miller x Female OC

Word count: 4,510

Song: The Bolter by Taylor Swift

A/N: This is for the loml, that requested that I write for her boo from Twisters. Hope you like it, babes

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless Excellent fun 'til you get to know her

“We’ve known you for about a year now. How do we not know what got you into storm chasing?” Boone practically shouts, his excitement spilling over as he realizes he’s about to hear a good story.

I roll my eyes, tossing the bag of snacks I just bought from the convenience store into the truck. “You never asked, Bones,” I say, mimicking his twang.

“Come on, you love talking about your storm-chasing days before we found you. I feel hurt you’ve kept some from us.” He teases, reaching for my spicy chips. I slap his hand away. He never learns.

“It’s not personal. I just have so many, I tend to forget them.” I lie. I remember every single one—every reckless, adrenaline-fueled moment. I live for this. The chase. The science. The wild unpredictability of it all. Storms make most people freeze in place. I can’t help but lean in.

Boone narrows his eyes. He’s not buying it. “Alright, well, you gotta tell me one now. What’s the story, Lucy?”

I lean against the truck, scanning the horizon as if I can see a storm brewing in the distance, even though the sky is clear. This chasing season feels different. Ever since storm chasing went viral last year, we’ve been expecting a live audience.

“Alright, fine.” I shrug, cracking a grin. “I’ll tell you the one that started it all.”

Satisfaction

Fratboy!Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: After spending the night before with Joaquin Torres your mind drifts during the middle of a party. It's just your luck that Joaquin catches you in the act.

Warnings: 18+, smut, very little plot, Joaquin is probably ooc (sorry the concept was really hot and I couldn't get it out of my brain), thigh riding, public sex, previous penetration, wet daydreams?, Joaquin being fully aware of how hot he is and being a whore about it, Female Reader

A/n: Shout out to @fanboyswhore9 for beta reading and hyping me up, I need more experienced smut writers who understand Joaquin better than me to get hopping on the fratboy!Joaquin train 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!

“That’s it, there you go, baby.” You whine as Joaquin’s voice resounds in your ear. He hums against your shoulder as you bounce on his cock faster, his grip on your waist presses him closer to you and the gap between your back and his chest diminishes. The aching of your knees goes unnoticed as your bed creaks below you and the pleasure builds within you. 

really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—

With you, I serve

With You, I fall down - Joaquin Torres

This wasn't requested and I haven't written in a while for Tumblr, but I suddenly had the itch to write this after watching Captain America yesterday. I've loved this man since forever and its a shame that I started so late to write for him! Warnings: Contains spoilers from Captain America: Brave New World, angst, mention of war & combat trauma, severe injuries (burns, surgery)

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female OC

Word Count: 2,931

Song: epiphany by Taylor Swift

A/N: For every Joaquin fic I write, I’ll be using my OC. It makes writing easier for me when I can create a character with a backstory. I don't include any detailed descriptions of the OC, other than that she's female.

Unknown Location, Military Base – 08:45

“I want to make this clear: everyone in this room is considered the top of your class as pilots. Your classmates are not your enemy—ego is your enemy,” I begin, scanning the faces of the pilots seated before me. “We are all here for one reason: to protect those who need protecting. We might butt heads during flight practice, but get this through your skulls. We defend the helpless, and we all make it back alive.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the class chants, posture rigidly straight. I stand at the front of the room, just beside the podium I refuse to use. With a nod, I dismiss them to retrieve their flight gear and prepare their planes for their first flight evaluation.

As I gather my belongings to do the same, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I glance at the screen—unknown caller ID.

“Captain, a word.”

I turn to see Colonel Matthews stepping into the classroom. I’ve been under his wing since I started my career and he was still a lieutenant. I enlisted after my mother passed during deployment, and he gave me the support and time to grieve. But he also made sure I knew I was more than my mother’s legendary career. I built my own, becoming a pilot and now a flight instructor.

“Colonel, of course.” I set my phone atop my files and face him.

Joaquín Torres and those fuckin grey sweats +18 kinda

Joaquín deffo the type of guy to have a rlly pronounced dickprint when he wears grey sweatpants. And it. Drives. You. Crazy. He’ll just be casually bouncing around the house after his post-workout shower in grey sweats and a fitting white top groaning about how he’s “so fuckin sore” and the sight of it paired with his quiet little grunts has you practically salivating.

“Hellooo? ‘toy hablando solo o que ma?”

He waves his hand a little in front of your face trying to snap your attention back to his words rather than the bulge in his sweats and your face instantly flames.

“Sorry what?”

You fumble out, but Joaquin already has you clocked. With a small tilt of his head and a little grin that promises everything your hungry eyes are searching for, he shuffles over to sit next to you.

The sofa gives a little under his weight and he can practically hear your bitching little whine about upgrading the furniture in the apartment. Maybe after he fucks your brains out he’ll consider it, inspirations to give you the world always strike him in his post-orgasm haze.

“I asked you if you wanted to order in tonight?”

He makes a show of stretching his body out, letting that slutty little white shirt ride up to tempt you further. The sliver of tanned lower stomach just begging to be licked or bitten, ravaged even.

“Uh yeah sure I could be down for that, what were you thinking?”

You try your best to sound as normal as possible, but it’s obvious to the both of you that the night won’t be ending with take out in bed.

“S’okay baby” he leans forward and grabs your wrist placing your hand directly over his crotch “I know what you want” it’s vulgar. So vulgar coming from the Boy Scout himself, but goddamn if it doesn’t make you horny when he acts this way.

“C’mere mama” he doesn’t give you a second to react before he’s pulling you on top of him grinding you down right over where your eyes had been trailing

“yeah I know what you want, eyeing my dick up like it’s a fucking meal. I bet you’re all wet and ready huh?” He groans in your ear and it’s enough to warrant a shuddering moan out of you.

“Fuck baby all this cause of some old sweatpants?”

Sleep Talking | Joaquin Torres

Summary; Joaquin could never keep a secret.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff

A/N: I couldn’t sleep until I’d put something out so yeah, this is just a real quick short before bed kind of story. I’ll get back on my asks/wips/part 2s of stuff tomorrow. For now, enjoy this. Also sorry I haven’t done tags it’s late and I’m tired so hope this finds you fine.

You woke unable to breathe. “Ouch, Joaquin,” you grumbled as your mind and body slowly dragged itself from sleep.

“Huh?” He grumbled sleepily.

“Baby, you’re squishing me.”

“What?” he groaned, but you could tell he was only half awake.

Nap time with you

Joaquin Torres x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Joaquin’s girlfriend can fall asleep anywhere, and instead of questioning it, he starts napping with her. Before long, it becomes their favorite routine.

Word count: 1012

Notes: no Captain America: Brave New World spoilers :)

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me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

Me after BNW

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Forbidden (Jacaerys Velaryon imagine)

Forbidden (Jacaerys Velaryon imagine)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x female Targaryen!reader

Requested: yes, its also a combo of three requests

Warnings: incest obvi, mention of hair but its just during a cute part, allusions to do doing the deed before marriage, wrap it up folks cause we dont have the plan b tea, angst, parental abuse, viserys is fine in this, aemond being like his mother and minding everything but his business, ✨pregnancy and teen marriage✨, spoilers for the show

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“We have to be quiet,” Jace whispered, holding Y/N’s hand as they walked by the gates. He had been carrying a bag with him as well.

They had to sneak around to be together. They always had. As far as the family knows, Jace and Y/N had not seen each other in six years, since the incident at Lady Laena’s funeral, but that is far from the truth. They would meet at Duskendale, often flying there with their dragons when they were old enough to do so. Before that, they would exchange many letters by raven.

Since they were young, they gravitated toward each other. Rhaenyra never minded this, she was quite fond of Y/N and knew she was not like the rest of her family. However, Alicent did mind. She hated how her daughter would associate with them, often making snide comments about it. Aegon did not even care and Helaena thought their friendship was sweet but Aemond despised the idea of it.

He was a possessive man when it came to his sisters. Deep down, he knew his behavior was not the best yet it did not make him stop. Y/N did not like having her brother make decisions for her or treat her as if she was fragile. For this, they both decided that they had to sneak around to avoid him altogether.

Aemond would monitor everything his sister did when they were children. It did not matter if she was with the Septa, or in the dragonpit, or even eating, he wanted to know. The first time he saw her playing in the gardens with Jace and Luke, he thought nothing of it. His feelings on the matter changed when he saw that she started spending more time with them every day.

The night he lost his eye, Aemond was comforted by Y/N. She was even willing to learn what the maester did to help him. He was grateful, because she was calm and sweet to him, unlike his mother, who was hysterical at the fact that he was maimed. They grew even closer in the following years. Aemond vowed to become a warrior, so he could protect his family, especially Y/N, as a repayment for all the times she helped him when he was in need.

Masterlist

✖ NSFW | ☁ trigger warning

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker Jealous Peter would include (headcanon) PDA with Peter would include (headcanon) Sleepover with Peter would include (headcanon) Stay Away (headcanon) Is It Over Between Us? (COMPLETE) ☁ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Shadowhunters

Jonathan Morgenstern Dating (headcanon) Betrayal ☁(headcanon) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Curiosity 

The Maze Runner

Newt Making Out (headcanon) Being his girlfriend (headcanon)

Jurassic World

Owen Grady Betrayed Volcano 

Game of Thrones

Theon Greyjoy Savior ☁

Shadow and Bone

The Darkling Kinks ✖(headcanon) Jealous ✖☁(headcanon)

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen Lover (headcanon) Reckless Gone ☁

Rhaenyra Targaryen Unthinkable Fate  Dream of Fire 

Criston Cole A Secret  The Princess and the Knight (headcanon) Sinners One-Sided Love ☁ One-Sided Love (part 2) ☁ One-Sided Love (Part 3) ☁ One-Sided Love (Finale) TBA ☁

Harwin Strong In The Shadows (headcanon) Strong Protector (headcanon) Strong Protector (part 2) ☁ A Beast ☁ Husband (headcanon) Daddy Harwin (headcanon) From the Vale Alone Traitor ☁ Triplets (headcanon) White Knight ☁

Aemond Targaryen Monster Reconciliation Prisoner (Part 1) Prisoner (Part 2) Prisoner (Part 3; Finale)

Jacaerys Velaryon Forbidden ☁ Don’t Worry, Darling Prisoner (Part 1) Prisoner (Part 2) Prisoner (Part 3; Finale)

Lucerys Velaryon Normal Life

Benjicot Blackwood (fancast as Kieran Burton, who played Davos Blackwood) Queen’s Envoy TBA TBA

Cregan Stark TBA

WWE

Cody Rhodes Don’t Need Your Help

Damian Priest Betrayed

Rhea Ripley Choose

Updated: December 8, 2024

new theme, new name, new links !!!!

finally updating the links ❤️ let me know if something doesnt work