[angelickks]

angelickk's

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐍' 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓‎

1.3k followers celebration

❝ i bet we’d have really good bed chem ❞

YOUR BUSY WOMAN (angel’s notes)

what. the. actual. hell. GUYS?!? 1.3K IS INSANITY. my 700 follower celebration feels like yesterday. i genuinely could cry that this much ppl actually tolerate my bs on this damn site. i just wanna tell you all im so fucking grateful for u crazy bitches (adoringly). u guys are my biggest motivators for writing and a lot of your support has unknowingly followed me around positively and been a crutch for how insane my life can get, so really all the love and glory to you. it’s insane to hear how many ppl i inspire to write, how much people follow my works closely, and just the amazing and sweet ppl i'm moots with (shout out to u lovely ppl). big fucking hug to each and every one of u xx

as a big thank u for all ur love and support of everything i put out, here’s my celebration dedicated to u guys. following my sab obsession, i’ve always wanted to do fics w her songs but it felt much more fitting for it as a theme!! last time we did fully request-able fics with lots to offer, i’m feeling a mix of what i did in my last celebration and a prompt list of my fav “short n’ sweet” lyrics.

IN A CITY NEAR YOU, GET YOUR TICKETS!

TOUR DATES — MAR. 6TH to MAR. 15TH

PRE-SALE IS LIVE (EARLY REQUESTS ACCEPTED)

❝ you should stay in my good graces ❞

{ requests : one per follower }

yk the rules, my blog is strictly 18+ therefore MDNI, to ensure that 1) i haven't done the same person twice and 2) its an age appro. space, my anon option will be turned off to filter and keep track for the time being. for my hard no’s in case anyone is brand new to requesting with me, pls refer to this.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍:

[ character + setlist song (theme) OR prompt + rating (fluff, smut, etc) — and your ideas ]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

*serving as inspo or totally your call

ESPRESSO

a quick lil' p w/o p blurb. good for those who just want to cut to the chase and get a quick fix. made for those who work real late and need the pick me up!

rushed but intense. “we don’t have time.” stolen moments before work. tension that snaps immediately. already half-undressed. a quick fix that turns into round two. “lock the door.” cocky. leaving lipstick marks as proof — ex : recording studio quickie

TASTE

toxic. jealous. unhinged. your pick! something that'll leave an impression, you'll just have to taste some angsty tension mixed in.

fake dating to make someone jealous. exes at the same party.“who’s that?” revenge hookup. public claim, private chaos. saying things just to hurt each other. possessive hand placement. almost kissing just to prove a point. tension in crowded rooms. “look at me when I’m talking to you.” messy situationship energy. loving someone you shouldn’t. jealousy that turns physical. power struggle. — ex : PR relationship turned real

BED CHEM

undeniable tension. "i'd do anything for you" type beat. my fav kind of obsession. could be desperate, could be slightly manipulative. either way, they've got chemistry.

one bed trope. “we shouldn’t.” mutual pining finally snapping. whispered confessions. clingy. “say you want me.” hands always finding each other. subtle possessiveness. — ex : bodyguard!character x pop singer! reader

SHORT N' SWEET

fluff. domesticity. soft romance with a sweet fix in between it all. can be pure fluff or have a smut twist, your call!

𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

" I can do a lot with 15 minutes, only gonna take two to make you finish"

"you'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you"

"i want you to miss me"

"and i got this one boy, and he won't stop callin'"

"my honey bee, come and get this pollen"

"god bless your dad's genetics"

"have you ever tried this one?"

"one of me is cute, but two, though?"

"palm springs looks nice, but who's by your side?"

"all the silence is just your strategy"

"boy, it's not that complicated. you should stay in my good graces"

"yeah, i can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever"

"your arms are reachin' and your eager heart is throbbin'"

“come right on me, i mean camaraderie!”

pop singer!reader x au!character

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐍' 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

short n' sweet mood board : for those who love a good visual. send in a character + song/prompt and i'll make a moodboard of it!

encore : a fic/blurb you thought was so sweet, you're ready for seconds! i'll write a part II/continuation of any requested fic

arrested for being too hot : the fuzzy handcuffs are going on! send in a character + their "crime" and i decide their punishment

𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘...

a nice reminder of who i write for :

all jack o'connell characters, all pedro pascal characters, corenswet!clark kent, dean winchester

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐍' 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓)

honestly i'm open to whatever, as long as it's on theme, so pls feel free to have fun with it however you'd like and know that i'm down to hear it out! for the lyric portions : if nothing's calling to u, feel free to add your own from the album as a prompt, those are just my faves. also would like to add : requests can be an extension/in the same universe as any fic i've written previously. for presale/early rqs : feel free to send, posting will begin Mar. 6th

i loves ya x1000, can't say it enough! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

[angelickks]

uhhh hey chat so lowk just had a major natural disaster where i live and your girl LOWKEY got flooded in BUT heyyyy. i’m good i promise!!!

did u think i rlly am not gonna finish my reqs for my followers celebration??? absolutely not. cant keep a bad bitch down. fics returning IN THE COMING DAYS. miss n loves ya 👅

[angelickks]

⌗ ˚. ᵎᵎ ﹕. ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎 ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓

attendee : @strangerhands pairing : lion kaminski x fem!reader performing : espresso

in-ear monitor oh j, MY DEARLY BELOVED, i so appreciate you and your kind words. you genuinely never fail to make my day, i get so giddy when i see u pop up. giving u all my kisses and hugs, as per usual. YK HOW MUCH FUN I HAD WRITING THIS LIKE UGHHHHH just shove it in *sigh*. aside from that, i tweaked sum stuff just a liiiil bit, tiny smidge. but you'll understand bcuz boy do i love a scratched up man. let's kick off the celebration right with my fav!!! again j, as always, u are my shining star and i hope i did right by u my love!! enjoy ;) — (also did i skip over giving synopsis this time? yes. curiosity is the spice of life so enjoy filth w no preamble, as god intended)

PATHETIC TEARS SLATHER LION'S THICK LASHES, HIS LOUD WHIMPERS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO ESCAPE PAST HIS TIGHTLY PURSED LIPS.

They do nothing to cool his flushed face from the sheer exertion he should’ve been saving for this fight. Instead his strength focused on you, his needy girl, using him to fuck yourself stupid before a match. You’ve set a merciless pace, your ass recoiling upon impact, the action soaking your cum onto Lion's crotch, making a sticky mess between you both and the shorts you barely bothered to pull all the way off sitting atop his thighs. He swears his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he watches the arch in your back deepen as you slam down onto his cock. 

“Buh–baby I–”

Lion chokes out, his incoherent begging falling on deaf ears. His knees dig hard into the cold concrete of the locker room floor, his bare back knocking against the metal lockers hard enough to leave faint impressions and scratches. You brace yourself over the worn bench, bent over and white knuckling the old rotting wood, keeping him exactly where you want him. Your own labored breathing falls in sync with Lion’s own sharp ones—all choked gasps and moans, making the thin line between who is who blur rapidly as the angle pulls your jaw slack, lips parting in a silent, trembling “o”.

Angling your neck to look back at him is what cracks your composure. You lean farther over the bench, breasts pressing harder against the rough wood, the edge digging in as the fabric of your bra strains and shifts. The movement pushing you further from him, and when you glance back at Lion, the sight of him hits you all at once—hair a mess, breathing ragged, eyes blown wide.

He looks absolutely fucking wrecked.

Your eyes dilate at the sight of the thick webs of your arousal pulling and sticking, as if trying their hardest to beckon you back. Following the mess, you trace the thick prominent vein tracing the underside of his cock that hooks deliciously at the right angle, slathered thick with a creamy white ring. The sight alone has your pussy clenching around the thick head of his cock, the action pulling a pitiful whine out of Lion as his hips jerk involuntarily at the feeling.

Lion is far past gone, his cheeks and the plane of his chest blooming a soft, pretty pink under the yellow fluorescents — and his hands, half lost in that stunned haze, fumble, for your hips as if to anchor himself and wrap your cunt back around him to fill the space you’ve put between the two of you. 

A rough, guttural sound rumbles from his chest; before his fingers can anchor themselves, his gaze fixes on the glimmering film of sweat pooled in the dimples at the base of your spine. The sight nearly undoes him—one bead trembling there looks so wickedly enticing, that he’d trail it with his fucking tongue in a heartbeat, just to savor it.

Without warning, you slam right back on him, a loud plap! goes lost under Lion’s sharp cry at the sudden movement and tightness of your cunt wrapping back around him. The sudden fullness has your own vision blurring, the feeling settling deep in your lower stomach to hit you just right on your cervix. The sudden impact slams him against the jagged edge of the lockers; he knows the metal is biting harshly into his skin—welts now, bruises later—but the thought barely registers through the haze clouding his mind.

“B-baby… m’gonna—hah—”

Your words tumble out on a shaky breath, breaking into small hiccups before the sentence is even finished. At the same moment, Lion’s hands finally lock onto your hips, fingers tightening until his knuckles bleach white. His vice grip steadies you both for a heartbeat, his rough exhale rasping as heat pulses through his palms. 

He’s been holding his breath, eyes skittering everywhere but your body, picturing how he’ll leave the match with cash in his pocket to spend on you, just so he wouldn't blow his load early.

“I– jus’ wan’ s–see”

He doesn’t even recognize how raspy his voice comes out, his words slurring together at the effort and the indulgence dripping from his words. You don’t even hear his words but then you feel it, strong hands gripping onto your ass, flattening his palms as his fingers dig into each cheek—oh.

Lion’s face tightens in complete and utter pleasure, he watches as your rhythm stutters at the halting grip, every shred of his restraint leaving his body. He knows it’s a small stretch for you at how hard his palms are digging into your flesh as he spreads you wide for him to see, your tight hole puckering at the slight burn. He blinks hard, refusing to let a film of tears cloud the moment he wants to see perfectly.

His hands suddenly glide upward until both palms settle flat against the small of your back; the firm heel of his hand presses in, sealing the moment like a final, decisive push. Summoning the last of his strength, he sends you pitching forward, breath hitching as momentum steals the air from your lungs and the world narrows to heat and pressure as he slams your hips right back, effectively burning the stretch and slip of your tight pussy sucking in his cock to memory. His vision blazes white, the rush overtaking him as he pumps you full, his cum spilling in thick ropes. You cry out as your own orgasm washes over you, his palms still firmly planted into the meat of your ass through it all, holding you flush against him until every last tremor fades and his front is flushed against your back in exhaustion.

Your breaths collide in the charged hush, bodies aching and buzzing. You’re the first to move, easing back while he still feels boneless beneath you. The moment shatters when a sharp clang rattles the locker room door and Lion’s name is barked impatiently off Stan’s tongue.

In Lion's line of work, even a seasoned boxer can’t completely hide the faint tremble in his knees—or the thin ribbon of dried blood trailing down his back where the dented metal vents on the lockers scraped him. The battered locks left their marks, too, mismatched numbers stamped faintly in red just beneath the left arm of the cross tattooed on the side of his torso.

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 – 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐍' 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝟏.𝟑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

[angelickks]

beyond fucked bcuz i’m crushing on a questionably older man who just so happens to be a firefighter #guessmytype

[angelickks]

Hi lovely!!, you're probably super busy with the fics you're already writing, but hear me out: in reference to your post about smut with an oldie as inspo- Bruce Springsteen?? Like specifically "I'm on Fire" or "Sad Eyes" because they're both FULL of yearning but like- really sensual, idk just a thought

NO STOP BCUZ U GET IT i've seen sooo many ib by "i'm on fire" but the more the merrier right? adding to my writing pile fs, theres a few good jack character contenders for this too.

also no worries! i'm always open to hearing out 😋

[angelickks]

Hello, hello again, lovely!! So this was literally a shower thought which is wild BUT, I was thinking about the scene where Lion is talking about needing to protect and take care of his hands- what about a fic where the reader knows how vital his hands are to him and it kind of becomes a ritual for her to take care of his hands?? (Soaking them in ice water, patching them up, massaging his knuckles, etc), and she loves kissing his knuckles, and Lion just melts because he isn't used to genuine TLC?? It can honestly lead anywhere you want it to, hehe 😜

ohhh i'm SEEING the vision here yes... let me whip smtn for this cuz ur def on my wavelength 😗

[angelickks]

⌗ ˚. ᵎᵎ ﹕ ❝ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 ❞

summ. clark thinks he’s funny for eating mysterious chocolate on valentine’s day. oh how wrong he is…

cw nsfw, mdni 18+. p w very little p. estab. relationship. aphrodisiac. begging. unprotected p in v. slight!sub clark. whimpering. pet names. big dick!clark. clark thinking eating mysterious chocolate is a funny prank. jimmy having sex chocolates on hand. proofread-ish. short n kinda mid (gif not mine)

pairing corenswet!clark kent x fem!gf!reader

“HAH—I’M S-SO SORRY”

clark is really, truly, sorry.

you’re on your stomach, a pillow shoved hastily beneath your hips in a rushed effort to prop you up just a tad higher, your shared arousal causing a dark streak to form on the satin pillowcases you fussed him about using. clark’s hands dig harshly into the back of your thighs, easily pinning you in place and sure to pinch tomorrow in purple splotches. all events leading up to this point a blur already as your entire body jerks just a little higher with every desperate thrust.

clark kent’s agenda for the day was simple: finalize a few last minute touch ups on monday’s issue, then head to the grocery store after work to pick up the remaining ingredients for dinner. he planned a quick stop to buy your favorite flowers from the sweet florist on 5th and topaz, despite his usual, unsuccessful insistence on paying the older woman in full. And if time allowed during his lunch break, check in on the city to ensure a fool-proof evening to himself.

but instead, lois is locked and loaded to give clark an earful tomorrow for leaving her with his slack, not a single brown paper bag cradled in his arms when he arrived home, no meticulously put together arrangement in his hands. hell—not even the jingle of keys and the soft padding of him kicking off his shoes. all because a stupid piece of chocolate.

all because he thought that he’d been real smart grabbing that funny looking chocolate in a wrapper he’d never seen before from jimmy’s desk, tuckered away in between post it notes and a plethora of misplaced papers and notebooks. it didn’t take long for clark to discover that it wasn’t just a regular piece of candy, that aphrodisiacs have a very adverse reaction on him, the feeling of it being unbelievably heightened.

“s-sweetie, hah—you need to stop squeezing like t-that. p—please.”

your body shudders with the impact of his words, a dizzying match as you can hear just how messy he’s got you. there’s no point in being upset at the situation when he starts rutting against you. clark’s whimpers follow every wet squelch and slide, if you’d look back you’d see the very evidence of it all forming creamy and white around the base of his cock.

“y’so good t’me,” he whines, babbling all soft and wrecked, sounding more fucked out than you are right now. his hulking figure splays over your back, engulfing you in more heat. with his senses heightened, he can’t get over how soft you feel all over, the feeling spurring him on as he laves open mouth kisses to your neck. it’s too much, yet nowhere near enough. you moan loudly as your legs quiver, his desperation turning you on to no end.

without warning, he draws his cock out of you, the stretch and catch of every vein already a delicious sensation, and right before you could fully appreciate it, he drives it right back inside. he’s reaching so deep you feel like he’s in your fucking chest. you cry out, a cross between a whimper and a yelp, the sound making clark’s cock twitch helplessly.

his pace is brutal as it is relentless, each thrust punctuated with a moan or a stuttered, incoherent:

“i didn’t mean t-to!”

“my g-goodness y’feel so good”

“s’too tight”

you clamp down around him harder every time he nudges against your cervix. you cry out at the angle, how thick and heavy he sits inside you. your pussy sucks him in, begging for more, and clark has no choice but to oblige. he knows that sign, deft fingers slipping between your body and the pillow, his fingers feeling like heaven on your puffy clit. his fingers and thrusts together urges a steady rush of ah, ah, ahs up your throat. your vision whites out and it feels like your ears are ringing as you gush around him, tears pricking at your eyes as you feel your orgasm ripple throughout your entire body.

his mouth hangs open at the feeling, completely gone past his usual composure. his eyes watch the way you swallow him whole inside you, that makes his rhythm falter.

he already knows he’s done for, feels that coil ignite and lick away at him. he tries to get your attention, his hands try to push down on your ass, but the words die in his throat when you push your hips back. he’s flushed from the neck up, saliva glistening on his puffy lips from kissing you.

with all the strength you can muster under clark you push yourself up on shaking arms. confused, clark’s hands move to grip the sheets as you push back, still inside you.

pushed back onto his haunches, you use the upper hand to grip onto his thighs, pushing yourself up despite the burn in your shaky legs. carefully, you rock back while your spine arches lower. he meets your patient pace, pushing his hips out in tandem, the feeling overwhelming on your already sensitive pussy, the change in position has you gasping. you swear you can pick out that one girthy vein at the bottom of his shaft from this angle alone. you twist, getting a glimpse of him from behind you when you look over your shoulder. you could cum again at just how his abdomen flexes, his flushed chest, how pink his plump lips are from how much he’s been biting them. it all dizzies your head.

then he snaps, ropes of cum painting your walls, he couldn’t even be bothered to pull out right now if he tried his hardest. you’re shocked for a second, but the feeling of his cock pulsating is unbelievably addictive. you don’t even realize just how badly he needed it until you see his spend painting the inside of your thighs, a thick rope catching and leaking out onto his balls, it’s an absolute mess.

“y-yes. s’good, i promise. sorry—“ his words slur together at the relief that washes over his body, his vision whiting out at the pure ecstasy his body’s been begging for this entire time.

for a minute it’s just your heavy breathing mingling together, you’re both sore and glowing in sweat. slowly clark pulls out of you, a small whimper breezing past his lips at the loss. gingerly he wraps his thick arms around you, moving you slowly to lay on your back, his hands already softly massaging your thighs apologetically. still feeling a little guilty, he plants a small kiss into your hairline.

“not that i’m complaining, but—you gonna explain that?” you sigh, finally catching your breath.

he huffs out a small chuckle, a sheepish smile painting his features. “happy valentine’s day, honey”

angel talks! i’m sorryx100 bcuz i literally got so sick af the day before valentines but HERE IS MY LATE FIC. ugh hope u guys had a fun valentines, treated urself or got treated. thanks for being so patient w me babies BUT I HAD FUN MAKING THIS ONE (even if it’s short af and kinda buns) BUT STILL. clark kent imyyy 🤤

[perotovar]

PEDRO PASCAL for Entertainment Weekly

[angelickks]

i’m weird in the way that i need a visual + layout or board to keep consistent on whatever i’m writing soooo here’s some sneak peeks of some stuff i’ve been working on/in my maybe pile for writing…the maybes r just the things i just put together off a random idea i had sitting in my notes

the definite stuff - a rewrite of an old fic, sex pollen fic w bf!clark, and situationship!dean winchester

maybe pile - halloween party w aged up!cook and a solider boy fic (legit just me being indulgent on jackles)

also working on the dp fic w patrick sumner && remmick (aka still feel like its total ass n there no layout/visuals on it yet 🫩) will be getting back to my my inbox stuffs after i finish at least one of the fics in my definite category

no set schedule for any of these except my valentine’s day fic!! as per usual, loves ya xx

[scannainscanrula]

BE MY BABY!

bodyguard!jack solomon x singer!reader | masterlist

It's 1962, you're the queen of the radio, on the cover of every magazine, and in a new city every night. Men want you and women want to be you, but all you want is your bodyguard, Jack Solomon.

SIDE A TRACK 1 (FOREVER - THE MARVELETTES)

TRACK 2 (SOLDIER BOY - THE SHIRELLES)

TRACK 3 (BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY - THE FOUR SEASONS)

TRACK 4 (YOU BELONG TO ME - THE DUPREES)

TRACK 5 (MERRY TWISTMAS - THE MARCELS)

TRACK 6 (YOU BEAT ME TO THE PUNCH - MARY WELLS) feat. @roomiesoreo

TRACK 7 (THAT'S AMORE - CONNIE FRANCIS)

[jessaerys]

father figure with benefits

[angelickks]

one of my fav tropes? the filthiest smut w an oldie as the inspo (in terms of fics ib/using lyrics from a specific song duh)

bonus points if u pick smtn on brand for said song. who knows babe it’s all smut delusion.

[angelickks]

BEST BELIEVE I WILL BE UP AND OUT OF MY SEAT FOR BENITO BOWL BAYYBEEE !!!!!

[angelickks]

BORICUAS ON TOP, THAT WAS SO SO SO GOOD!!!! 🥹😭(i legit cried when lo que le pasó a hawai’i came on)

[angelickks]

BEST BELIEVE I WILL BE UP AND OUT OF MY SEAT FOR BENITO BOWL BAYYBEEE !!!!!

[angelickks]

YAYYYYY do you think.. youd ever revist that remmick and patrick dp fic.....🧎🙏

why yes…😏 being so fr rn tho i’ve been working on it but every time i proof its total BUNS. i obvi need to gtfo of my own head but until then YES xx

[angelickks]

I just wanted to say thank you sm!! You're so so sweet omg, seeing that message made me so happy 😭 and the fic is amazing as alwayssss!🫶

omg yes ofc!! stop ur sweet for saying that 🥹 i’m glad u loved 💗💗

[angelickks]

Hello lovely!!, I just wanted to say I love your writing so, so much, its so gorgeous 🫶

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Lion fic where his girl is so, so sick- (coming from a girl who currently has food poisoning rn 😭) and he barely knows what to do to take care of her but he tries really hard, neither one of them are used to him being around much, and Lion isnt used to staying, but he stays consistently until she feels better?? You can totally ignore this if you want lmao, I was thinking about something soft and cozy for the colder months <3

hii love!! oh no i hope u feel better and r taking care of yourself 💗

but ofc i’m down!! something short and sweet but still comforting. even better w lion bcuz he’s such a sweetie. i added some twists to it so i hope u don’t mind.

i hope u enjoy babes and thank you sm for ur kind words. get better soon (or if u did i’m very glad ur okay bcuz food poisoning is no joke omg)