#userkarley

“we never got the right timing.”

“if you asked me years ago, i would have said yes.”

“we aren’t the same people. not anymore.”

“don’t you want to know what could have been?”

“it’s too late.”

“i used to daydream about us.”

“maybe in another life we could have been together.”

“you’re not the one i love.’

words - 1,252

pairing - scott summers x fem!reader

warnings - pure smut, dirty talk praise kink, oral (fr +mr), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) 

a/n: sorry i’ve been so m.i.a! school’s been hectic and my mental state has been pretty crap but !! i’m back !!! and feeling better !!!!! 

tags: @emmcfrxst, @shirostellations, @havokangel, @rax-writes. @jennsimagines, @kendrasauhders (hope you don’t mind !!)

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You laid back on the bed, hair fanning out against the plush sheets, as Scott hovered over you, his hands placed on either side of your head, supporting his weight. He dipped down, running his lips up the side of your neck to your ear, brushing them against the shell of your ear, before taking your lobe between his teeth. He ran his hand up and down your side, pressing the black lace into your skin, the rough texture heightening your senses.

He pulled away, the warmth of his body leaving yours, as he sat back on his heels looking down at you. You whined, looking at him with pleading eyes, as you squirmed under his relentless gaze. “C’mon now, babygirl. You gotta use your words. What is it you want?”

You took a deep breath, hands, and most likely your voice as well, shaking. “I-I want you to make me feel good.”

“‘That’s better sweetheart, but you gotta be more specific. Do you want these?” he asked, running his fingers gently up your thigh, before pressing his mouth to your stomach, running his tongue from your navel to the underside of your boob. “Or this?”

You took a deep shaky breath before letting out a whimper that formed the word both. He chuckled, the sound accompanied by a downright sinful smirk gracing his plump lips, making you feel like you would melt right then and there. He ran his first two fingers up the side of your face, around to your lips, lightly dragging your bottom lip downwards before letting it bounce back into place. He ran his hand up and down your thigh, lightly brushing the spot that craved him most as he prodded at your lips with his index and middle finger. You opened your mouth, nearly moaning at the feeling of his fingers sliding slowly against your tongue. “Good girl, get those fingers nice and wet,” he murmured, moving them in and out of your mouth. You moaned around them, your tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers. He pulled them away from your mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting them to your lips.

He slowly made his way down your body, lips catching on bits of skin before they finally reached their destination at the peak of your thighs. He used his hands to lift your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he latched his full lips around the bud at the top of your thighs, sucking lightly, before his fingers traced along your entrance, slipping in slowly. Your back arched slightly, your mouth hanging open, drawing in a shuddering breath. Your hands desperately grasped at the sheets as his fingers pumped in and out, occasionally curling, brushing against your g-spot as his tongue flattened against the throbbing bundle of nerves. “You taste like heaven, babygirl,” he said, as he buried his face in your wet heat.

He soon swapped out his fingers for his tongue as his thumb pressed lightly against your clit. His ministrations picked up speed until you hung on the precipice of your inevitable high, closer and closer-

Until he stopped, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. He sat in the middle of the bed, spreading his legs slightly. He lifted you up, your legs settling on the sides of his thighs, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The muscles in his arms flexed and shifted beneath your fingers as his hand ran from your upper back to the curve of your ass. The tip of his member poked at your bundle of nerves, sliding easily against the slick caused by your previous escapades, causing your mouth to form a small ‘o’, as your hands tangled in the strands of brown hair resting at the nape of his neck. He kissed his way from the crook of your neck up to your lips, tongue swiping along your bottom lip before slipping its way into your mouth, colliding with yours. You rocked your hips against his, desperate for something, anything to relieve the pressure. He grabbed your hips, silently telling you to halt your movements. You complied, letting your hips rest where they were in his lap. He lifted you up slightly, positioning you over his tip as it slowly poked at your entrance, before slowly letting go, causing you to sink down onto him. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing up the loud moan that erupted from your mouth.

His hips slowly ground into yours as your body shook above his, adjusting to the feeling of him stretching you. You gave a small nod against his neck and he started to move faster, your hips moving in sync with his. His lips found yours once again, enveloping them in the warmth his exuded. He smiled into the kiss, biting lightly on your bottom lip, before placing his lips on the shell of your ear.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he whispered, the breath hitting your neck causing you to shudder. “You look so good bouncing on my cock. You like it too, don’t you? How full you feel when you sink down onto my hard dick.” You nodded, his words drawing out a whimper before laying you gently on the bed, your legs sat atop his shoulders. His hands made their way from your hips to your breasts as he squeezed, rolling the nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch and a cry of his name to escape your lips. He moaned, tilting his head back, as a choked off whimper made its way up your throat.

“S-Scott,” You stuttered, a moan cutting off the words that were going to come out of your mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead and come princess,” he grunted. “I’m right behind you.”

You moaned as you came hard, clenching down around him, your body arched and shaking. He stalled, slowly withdrawing himself from your heat, grabbing himself with his hand to stop from coming.

He sat up on his knees as you crawled towards him, wrapping your hand around his throbbing member. He groaned, clenching his jaw as his head slowly tilted back. You lowered your mouth to the tip, swirling your tongue around it, before wrapping your lips around it and slowly bobbing your head up and down. He moaned, gathering your hair in his fist, before slowly thrusting into your mouth. You reached your hand around, fingers finding their way to fondle his sack as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking momentarily before going back to bobbing. The hand in your hair tightened as he began to thrust faster, his grunts louder and more frequent, before he groaned loudly, releasing his load in your mouth.

“Is my good girl gonna swallow every last drop?” He asked, his voice deep and wavering. You nodded, before complying with his request.

Eggsy Unwin + this prompt list

a/n; this is cliche as all hell lmao i guess that’s what happens when you don’t write for a fuCKIGN CENTURY anyway @havokangel @mvximoff @rax-writes here enjoy my loves also warning i guess this gets really kissy/touchy (as suggested by the title lmao) so if that’s not your jam then steer clear i guess

“Kiss me.” 

You’ve hardly gotten the words out when suddenly your best friend is colliding with you, the momentum pushing you back against the wall as Eggsy kisses you with an intensity that burns right through your body. 

His lips are soft and warm and he’s cradling your jaw with one big hand as he kisses you like he might never get the chance again. Your arms go around his shoulders, pulling him close as you kiss him back, letting your mind go blank, forgetting everything except this exact moment. His brow is furrowed and the way his lips are moving against yours is making it impossible to do anything except play along, not that you’d want to do anything else. One of your hands slides into his hair and Eggsy sighs heavily against you, pressing more insistently against you. 

The warmth of his body against yours is making your head spin and your heart is racing as he pulls back, scarcely any room between the two of you. You feel his chest heaving against yours, his breath ghosting over your skin and it’s like the whole world freezes for a second before you pull him back to you, kissing him hard and deep. He lets out a low hum of approval as your tongue traces almost delicately over his lower lip and his arm tightens around your waist till there’s no space left between your bodies. 

Kissing him feels like fireworks and the way he’s touching you feels like maybe he’s been thinking about this as long as you have. Your arm moves to loop around his shoulder and he tilts his head to press kisses along your jaw, murmuring “wanted to do this for fucking ages, love.” 

(i’m sorry this took so long, took me a while to come up with a premise and i’m still not sure i’m happy with it, but i hope you like it!)

@alexsunmners @v-writings @havokangel @donnaatroy

He’s in the common area when it happens.

He’s not doing much - just reading one of the countless ‘classics’ he’s missed out on over the years - and listening to the rain. He likes the rain. Snow feels too much like Russia, too much like cryo, too much like falling, and he’s still hardwired to cover up the arm when he goes outside, so summer gets too hot and sticky. But the rain is soft, and comforting, and makes a nice quiet in his brain, something he rarely gets these days.

This peaceful moment is broken, however, by the sound of running, a sound that always makes Bucky a little tense. He puts his book down and looks over the back of the sofa just in time to see you enter the room.

Your face is slightly flushed, your hair is messy, and there’s a slightly wild look in your eyes. Concern bubbles up inside Bucky and he stands quickly, ready to help, to check you over for injuries, to defend you. The gears in his arm begin to whir and he takes a step towards you, only to be met halfway by you flinging yourself into his arms.

“I finally did it, Buck! I was sparring with Natasha and I beat her - for the first time ever!”

HIs heart pounding, Bucky breathes a little easier as he registers the meaning of your words - that your dishevelled appearance was the result of excitement, not danger. This second of calm doesn't last though, as with the reduction in worry comes a new awareness of the fact that he’s holding you in his arms.

His heart rate picks up again and he prays to any god that's listening that you can’t hear it, pressed into his chest as you are.

“Congratulations,” he says softly, his voice slightly muffled by your hair. He can barely help himself from dropping his head towards your shoulder as he relaxes into you. He’s wanted something like this with you for so long now, and the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around him, the warmth of your body seeping into his - well, it makes his heart race, and his knees a little weak, and his face a little pink. Being around you feels comfortable and exhilarating all at once, like jumping into a lake hand in hand with someone dear.

Far sooner than he would have liked, you pull back. Bucky does his best to regain his composure, but it's difficult when you’re smiling so brightly at him. He’s about to speak when he sees the look in your eyes, and the words die in his throat.

80s mix 

cry little sister (theme from the lost boys) - gerard mccman // everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears // vacation - the go-go’s // i’m gonna be (500 miles) - the proclaimers // it’s tricky - run-d.m.c. // come on eileen - dexys midnight runners // the boys of summer - don henley // in the air tonight - phil collins // hit me with your best shot - pat benatar // love is a battlefield - pat benatar // jessie’s girl - rick springfield // we got the beat - the go-go’s // our lips are sealed - the go-go’s // hallelujah - jeff buckley // under pressure - david bowie, queen // white wedding pt. 1 - billy idol // faith (remasterd) - george michael // don’t dream it’s over - crowded house // walk this way - run-d.m.c., aerosmith // i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) - whitney houston