#Maggie's Fic

[lavenderprose]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Archie (Our Flag Means Death)/Oluwande Boodhari/Ching Shih | Zheng Yi Sao/Jim Jimenez (background) Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Oluwande Boodhari Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Road Trips, Strangers to Lovers, Past Blackbeard | Edward Teach/"Calico" Jack Rackham, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Crew of the Revenge as Family (Our Flag Means Death) Summary:

Stede Bonnet, a middle aged man who has decided to live full time in a van but whom is definitely not having a midlife crisis, is entrusted with the task of transporting the estranged brother of his friend Izzy Hands across an ocean in time for Christmas. All does not go to plan.

“How long have you been doing this for?” Ed asked, his gaze focused. “Three years, give or take,” said Stede. “Four if you count from when I bought the van, but it took me a year or so to fix it up to the point that I could live in it full-time.” “And you’ve always been by yourself?” Ed asked. “Oh, yes. That seemed like the best idea at the time. Figured it was better for everybody that I get out of sight, at least for a little while. And I liked the idea of not having to ask anybody else’s opinion about where I went, what I did." “Do you get tired of being alone?” Ed murmured. His breath floated in a mist between them. “Sometimes,” Stede admitted. “It can be lonely to be alone.”

Hello! The fic is done! Please take it!

I’ll be posting the two remaining chapters over the course of the next week or so; they’re finished and just need editing. Please enjoy!

[gallaghersgal]

DON'T BE SHY, carmen berzatto

TAGS & WARNINGS → first time, first orgasm, spitting, hand job, p in v, needy soft dom carmy, praise kink :))

A/N → two carmy fics in two days? i don't know what's gotten into me honestly. i'm enjoying my little break from the mkverse, hope y'all are too!

WC → 1.3k

The first thing you notice is that he’s thick. you’re not sure he’ll fit, mind dizzied with the thought of him inside you. “Can i… can i touch?” you ask quietly, cheeks flooding with heat. “Wanna touch, please?” it comes out a breathless whisper, one that does things to Carmen.

“Fuck, yeah. yeah, baby, go ahead.” He settles his body against the headboard, one arm hooking around your waist to settle you closer. You kneel beside him and reach out a tentative hand. One finger traces up the underside of his cock and you notice how warm he is, velvet skin soft under your touch. You hear carmen suck in a gasp through his teeth and quickly pull your hand back, worried you’ve done something wrong. You tilt your head, observing the way his eyes go wide at the loss of contact. “N-no, baby, tha’s good,” he stammers, one hand reaching out to cup your cheek.

You find your lips pulling into a shy smile while your chest swells with pride at his words. “Really?” you ask, and giggle when another callused palm lands on your face, holding you between his hands and bringing you in for a kiss.

“Go on, baby. Y’don’t gotta be shy, m’kay?”

With his words of encouragement you lean back on your heels, reaching down to take his length in your hand once more. Your fingers barely wrap around all the way, you swallow thickly at the thought. You let your thumb trace over the sensitive head, collecting the arousal that pools there and relishing in the groan that tumbles from his lips.

“F-fuuuck, jus’ like that,” Carmen praises, voice rough and eyes watching you with a dark gaze. He ducks his head to muffle a moan while you build up a rhythm, mouthing at your neck. The pain of his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin is a welcome one, his tongue soothing the sting moments later. You shudder at the thought of the mark that will soon be blossoming in his wake. Proof of his devotion, claiming you as his. You squeeze him slightly, twisting your wrist in smooth strokes and his cock throbs in your hand. 

The feeling has a whine spilling from deep in your throat. The rush is dizzying, eyes focused on the way he throws his head back, tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, getting lost in it—the rhythm, the heat, the feeling—as one hand tilts your chin up to meet his gaze.

“You gettin’ off on this?” he asks, and your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the fact he noticed. Noticed how your thighs squeezed together with every slow pull at him, noticed how you squirmed until one heel rested right against the soft cotton of your shorts. You shouldn’t feel so bashful with him, you know you shouldn’t, but everything is so new, you can’t help it. You nod, trying to duck your head to no avail as his grip on your jaw tightens. “Good. Good girl, gotta make sure you're nice an’ ready f’me.”

Carmen lands a peck on your lips, his hand leaving your face in favor of covering your own, leading you on in easy strokes. He guides you into a more steady rhythm, quick strokes that have him smirking, kissing at your cheek and murmuring, “atta girl. S’good, fuck, doin’ so good f’me.”

You whimper, babbling as you rest your head against his shoulder. “Carmy Carmy Carmy, need you, please,” you beg.

And how could carmen ever say no?

A kiss to your forehead has his golden saint anthony chain bumping against your chin, the metal cool to your heated skin. He’s flushed a deep red color, saccharine groans pooling from his parted lips while you stroke his cock in tandem. You steal one more kiss, then another, then two large hands frame your hips.

Carmen smiles at you, “want these off?”

“Please,” you breathe out, barely a whisper as you nod. You lift your hips to aid him before his strong arms cradle your body, laying you down beneath him. Carmen’s weight presses into you and you sigh happily, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Tongues tangle with desire, you feel his leaking tip prod at your entrance as he cages your body underneath him.

“Gonna go slow, okay baby? An’ it might hurt a li’l, but just squeeze my arm.” Carmen is smiling softly at you, handling you like you’re precious as he kisses your palm, then guides your hand to his bicep.

There’s one kiss, then two on your lips before he’s pressing the throbbing head inside you. “Oh—oh fuck, shiiiit—Carmy!” You tense up a bit, squeezing his arm and tossing your head back against the pillows.

“Shh, shh babygirl, I gotcha,” he hushes against your skin. The rough pad of his thumb slips down towards your clit as he spits, circling the sensitive nub to placate you. Your thighs are trembling already, but he needs to draw this out. One hand hooks under your thigh to bring it up over his shoulder. Needy lips hush your whines, whispering against you, “doin’ so good for me. Tight fuckin’ pussy, squeezin’ me s-so good.”

And he’s only halfway inside, your nails digging crescents into his skin as his girth just about splits you open. “Carmy! Carmy—please—oh fuck!” you sob out when he fills you to the hilt. Instead of his fingers it’s now the wiry hair at the base of his cock that’s rubbing deliciously against your clit.

One hand cups your cheek as Carmen kisses you soundly, “hey, ‘s okay baby. Shh, y’re doin’ so good.”

You preen under his praise, whining and hooking the leg that isn’t over his shoulder around his waist. You draw him in closer, filling you in a way that has whimpers spilling from your lips. Finally, he begins to move. Something begins to crest within you, and you find yourself barrelling towards a form of ecstasy you’ve never felt. “Carmy I’m—oh fuck—I can’t, I-I’ve… Carmy I’ve never…”

You can’t even think straight, not with his cock drilling into you at such a sweet but deep pace, hitting every sweet spot inside of you. Surely your legs will wobble in the morning, you’ll look like a baby deer as you stumble towards the bathroom with a happy ache in your cunt. Nothing has ever felt this good, no sweet dream or late night caress of your own fingers, the truth is you’ve never had an orgasm. And Carmen is about to bring you there.

“You never cum b’fore, baby?” he asks, voice strained. He’s close too, your cunt squeezing him so fucking tight, like a vice. He’s been spacing out, keeping watch on your sweet face so he doesn’t bust right then and there.

A series of whines and little “ah, ah, ah,” noises tumble from your lips, his thumb reaching up to trace your lips. You taste your own arousal on him, it’s excruciatingly hot, knowing what he was just doing to you. You suck the digit into your mouth, tongue circling it sweetly before releasing with a pop. You shake your head shyly, as his lips come down to your chest. His tongue flicks over your nipple, sucking on your supple flesh just enough for a light bruise. 

“Come on honey,” Carmen murmurs against your chest, both arms wrapping you up in a bear hug as his drills into you. “Wanna feel’ya, please baby girl, cum f’me?”

You warble out a cry as he picks up his pace, face buried in your chest. “Carmy, yes! Right there baby, right—oh!” You startle as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing slow and gentle circles in stark contrast to the quick, mind numbing snaps of his hips.

He’s pleading against your skin now, “c’mon baby, need t’feel– need to feel y’u cum on my dick, baby please.”

That’s the push you need. Well, that and Carmen rising from his sopt buried in your tits to spit on your pussy, speeding up his thumb until you’re thrashing with pleasure. You cry, years streaming down your cheeks and a smile on your pretty lips as you come undone, pulsing around him. 

Carmen brings his hands to your hips, nuzzling at your sternum as he whimpers, “gonna cum baby, can’t—o-oh fuck—can’t fucking h-hold it.” You cradle his head, fingers tangling in his soft curls as a wrecked whine falls from you. Carmen lays a kiss over your heart, his dick twitching as his hips still, his load shooting deep within you.

Carmen lifts his head to look at you, one hand cupping your cheek befre whispering, “look so fuckin’ pretty, all wrecked f’me.” Your cbeeks flood with heat as he kisses you soundly, tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with your own. He tastes like arousal and something sweeter, and you whine as his tip grinds deeper inside you. Carmen’s thighs shake, but he refuses to pull out. “C’mere baby,” he murmurs, cradling you in his arms.

You find yourself situated in his lap, softening cock still snug inside you. “But ‘m all sticky,” you say with a petulant huff. Then, “Carmy, come on! I was serious,” when he chuckles at you.

“Just a few more minutes then we’ll shower, m’kay?” he asks quietly, kissing your cheeks. You nod in agreeance, snuggling your face into his shoulder. He tired you out, that was for certain. Your thighs ached, core tight and lungs heaving. Feeling content and sated, you collapse onto Carmen with a soft sigh.

© gallaghersgal, 2024. div. © cafekitsune, saradika

THX 4 READING → once again dedicated to @carmenberzattosgf cause she's been waiting for this one!

[avelera]

Sometimes in genre fiction stories, you’ve got magical characters talking about their magical lives in public or wearing their superhero costumes out in the regular world.

Often times, the magical characters feel they need to hide or whisper about things like magic or immortality or fighting demons or like pretend they’re going to a convention to explain their superhero costume.

These are often lovely and charming scenes but let me be clear:

Nobody in a major city would give a fuck.

Just as one example of many, I was literally in line for a book signing in NYC and a man walked by stark ass naked wearing only body paint and basically after the initial surprise, no one did or said anything about it.

The amount of crazy you encounter on any given day walking around a major city makes you basically immune to surprise or taking any kind of action about weird shit happening around you.

If I heard someone talking about their magical powers next to me at a cafe back when I lived in NYC, I’d assume either 1) they’re rehearsing for a play, 2) playing/discussing D&D, and/or most importantly 3) it’s none of my fucking business.

I’m always curious what exactly people think would actually happen in the real world if a supernatural or magical character was overheard by someone who wasn’t actively hunting them or who wished them harm.

If you overheard a time traveler or an immortal or magical person in general candidly speaking about their life at the table next to you, what would you actually do about it?

Would you call the police?

Tell the whole world you just sat next to a real magical person and your evidence is that you overheard their conversation?

Report them to their nemesis? How would you even find them??

Seriously, besides telling your friends about the weird conversation you overheard at lunch or the strange looking person you saw, what exactly would a normal person do even if they really did overhear someone like a time traveler speaking candidly about their travels for anyone to hear?

I ask because I see so many stories set in a superhero or urban fantasy setting worrying about being NOTICED. Noticed by WHO? With what result?? What do you actually worry is going to happen? What would any average person actually do besides shrug and go back to whatever they were doing?

I’d accept that maybe in a smaller town you could become a topic of conversation and even widespread notice.

But let me assure you, friends, in any major city, no one would fucking notice much less say anything about any level of weird shit they saw. The whole point of a big city is that everyone basically ignores the weird shit happening around them at any given point.

So let the fairies and ghosts and time travelers of your fantasy story relax. If they’re in a big city, they could literally fly around downtown with rainbows shooting out their ass and the only comment they’d probably get is from people wondering what movie is being filmed nearby.

[thecapricunt1616]

capriiiiiii can i pretty please request something with carmy and a gf who is dealing with being stiff / sore and tired. i acc just need him to take care of me. maybe cook me a meal. :(( ily

My loveeeee Hello I'm sorry this has been rotting away I've been dealing with such writers block I hope this doesn't suck aaa! I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much / around tumblr this week i've been busy with other things but I hope to write more soon <3 I finally got my new laptop so i'm going to try and cook some stuff up really soon! Warnings for btc: None really, pure fluff & happy carmy!not edited sorryyyy WC: 1638

You had helped Sugar set up her nursery last night. All the moving of large boxes, and helping build the crib, changing table, and dresser, you were wiped out to say the least. You got home around 4 am, and  When Carmy had left for the restaurant that morning, you were still crumpled on the couch where he’d left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping cat 

“I’m awake!” You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly. 

“Brought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?” He asked softly. 

You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. “How’s work?” You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head. 

“Doesn’t matter, m’here for you baby, why don’t I get you a bath set up mm?” He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light.  

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your side 

“I can’t even count the amount of back massages you’ve given me after a long week. I’m just repaying the favor.” He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadn’t moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest. 

“This is really good, Bear” you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up. 

“Good, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you want” he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of. 

He makes sure to clean out the tub with bathroom spray and rinse it fully, before starting the water at the very hot temperature he knew you liked after plugging the tub. He got one of the little herb sachets with different flowers and herbs and hung it over the faucet so it infused into the water, causing it to be a pretty light pink color.

From the bathroom closet he grabbed your little bath tray and set it up for you, as well as the little bath head pillow that suctioned to the tub for you to rest back on, and got those set up before taking out the waterproof electric candles and setting a few out for you for a comforting ambiance. After he put a good amount of the muscle relaxing herbal epsom salts in the bath for you, as well as plenty of bubbles the way you liked and agitated the water for you, he popped your favorite fluffy towel in the warmer. 

He cut off the water and went into the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy bathrobe and a comfortable pair of panties for you as well as the book you were currently reading from your nightstand and got them all set up on the bathroom counter for you, as well as your hair brush. He opened the bottom drawer where you kept all your sheet face masks, and picked out a bedtime one and set it on the bath tray for you next to your book. 

By the time he came back out to let you know your bath was ready you had already finished eating and were once again slumped on the couch, you figured you had pulled or overworked something in your back because even holding yourself up was proving to be exhausting very fast. “Did you want some wine my love” he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently. 

“Yes please” you said softly. He planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead before going to the kitchen. He got your favorite wine out of the fridge, popping open the bottle and pouring you a glass. He brought it to the bathroom and put it in the little slot on the tray made for wine glasses, before coming back to collect you. 

“Alright, up” he held his hand out to you and wiggled his fingers for you to take it. You sighed softly knowing moving meant pain, but when you grabbed his hand he lifted you to your feet with little effort, being sure to steady you with his other hand on your hip since you weren’t expecting it. 

“Woah” you giggled, the action having woken you from your tired state and following him to the bathroom. When you saw the state of it, you pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his neck gently. You didn’t want him to see the fact there was tears pooling at your eyes, since he hated when you cried. But the fact that he had a nearly 14 hour day, and came home to you- and still went out of his way, above and beyond to take care of you. To make you feel loved, cared for. You’d never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.

“Love you…” you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kiss 

“Your towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, I’ll get your pajamas set out for you” he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed his knuckle over your cheekbone before heading back to your bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind him. You noticed after he left that your skincare was all set up for you as well as your favorite body lotion and its matching body mist which just made you smile even more. 

After undressing you sit in the warm bath, sighing in relief as the hot water did wonders for your sore muscles, resting your head back on the comfortable pillow as you sip your wine and hum contently to yourself. For a while you just sat, reading your book and sipping your wine and after about 30 minutes when the water had gone lukewarm, and your glass of wine had been finished - you decided to drain the tub. 

Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that he’d been warming in the dryer for you and got your side of the bed all made up after filling your reusable water bottle with iced lemon water.  By the time you had gotten your lotion on and did your skincare as well as brushed your teeth, the house had already been shut down for the evening. He had made sure to clean up the kitchen and living room, as well as shut all of the shades and get your coffee pot set up for the next morning like usual. 

“Hey pretty girl” he takes your hand, kissing it gently “got some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bed” he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you. 

“And you say you aren’t romantic” you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“What can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on I’ll rub your feet for you” he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck

“Can I be babied like this all the time?” You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas. 

“The days that I’m not too wiped out from work, I can try” he plopped down on his side of the bed with a soft grunt of relief after being on his feet all day. You slipped out of your robe, and his eyes rake over your frame as you unfolded your soft, fluffy nightgown and slipped it over your head. “Mm mm mm” he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly. 

“Get to massaging this isn’t a free peep show” you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss

“What- so you can put me to work, and I can’t even eye the goods?” he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that he’d put on the nightstand and warming some in his hands before starting to massage your foot. You hum happily, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Mmmm, keep doin’ that and I’ll let you see whateeever you want” you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. “Can I turn on Big Brother?” you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up

“You really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it on” he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch ‘trash reality tv’ all the time, but over the course of the many nights he came home and you were watching it - he had eventually starting asking you to wait for him to watch ‘your show’ together, and you would tease him and tell him how you thought he said it was boring and gossipy, just to get his cheeks to go that cute shade of pink.“Of course I waited, it’s our show now”

[tossawary]

There's a really quick joke in BTAS that genuinely got me. It's in the episode "Eternal Youth", where Alfred and his girlfriend(?) Maggie Page go to a health spa being run by a mysterious woman named Demeter. Of course, this turns out to be Poison Ivy.

And when Batman has to go to this spa to save Alfred and Maggie, and he's confronted by Poison Ivy as she reveals herself, he says (I'm paraphrasing because I can't remember exactly) something like, "Only you, Poison Ivy, would name yourself after the Greek goddess of plants."

Poison Ivy has two henchwomen in this episode (who unfortunately never show up again) calling themselves Lily and Violet, also present. And either Lily or Violet responds, with something like, "Ooh, someone graduated high school literature."

And then the confrontation continues, but that joke fucking got me, because that IS a common level of mystery-crafting in comics and also this show specifically. Superheroes apparently have to know their Greek and Roman mythology (not just because of Wonder Woman's rogues) because there's a high chance a villain is going to pretentiously name some project by looking up mythology in an encyclopedia.

It also makes me think that it must be REAL easy for the Gotham rogues to frame each other for anything, which is sure to cause grudges and fights between them if it gets found out. Everyone has conveniently themed themselves! Maybe it fools Batman sometimes and maybe it doesn't!

"Aha, a green envelope with a purple question mark! It must be the Riddler again," says Robin. "When did he get out?"

But Batman just inspects the card and says, "Wrong type of paper. Wrong shade of green. Nygma is picky about the quality of his printing. Someone picked this card up from the greeting card section of the local pharmacy."

"Oh, huh, you're right," Robin replies. "Holy marketing mistake, Batman, why do they even sell these?"

"I wish they wouldn't."

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[missmarveledsblog]

hey i see you write for the walking dead and was wondering if you could do negan x reader like the whole " only soft for her thing" ?

ask and you shall receive nonny !!!

Different ( Negan smith x Reader)

Summary : while taking supplies negan decide he wants something a little different ... different in the form of Y/N a smart mouth and stubborn woman

Warning: its a negan fic do i need to give a warning as it should be warning enough 18+ slight soft negan

Sun bright in the sky , clouds clear barely would think the world fell as he looked around  watching his trucks filling up  with many things he didn’t but it was the pure fact of wanting . Sure negan knew he was going to get us of it somehow give some of the shit to the wives keep the gals happy , stop their bitching and moaning  or tears for some reason not understanding it was the best . but apart of him tired  of the harem he made  , it was more of a power play getting people to bend to his will anyway he wanted like now taking shit he didn’t need but fuck was it fun  .  the smug shit eating grin and mood high as the sky only for the sound of a body hitting the ground turning to see one of his men hitting the ground and young woman standing over him ready to kick the man again ignoring the fearless kill happy leader approaching or his men’s gun aimed in her direction . 

“Touch me again and i’ll cut your balls and feed em to you” she spat  feeling something spikey skimming her shoulder as she turned grabbing the bat in her hand ignoring the sting of the prongs cutting into her flesh . 

“ and what gives you the right to harm one of my men?”  watching interest not moving the bat from her hold , taking her in  from the little worn down sneakers to the equally worn out dress on her perfect little body .  “ we take what ever we want darling those the rules” 

“ i don’t care what your arrangement is , he can take anything but the moment he puts his hand on me i will knock him on his ass” she shrugged taking her hand off the bat . 

“Did you grab her ass?” he looked down at his man , a sniveling little prick . 

“  he did and now he’s on the ground so either do your bat happy swing or shoot me because honestly over it , if not i will be on my way “ she went to walk off only for the guns click  not that it stopped her . 

“ i’ll take someone for her treatment although shoot this fuck “ he called as a bullet hit the man before he could even plead for his life then his eyes stopped on maggie , one who was still mourning her love and pregnant with his child .  “ i’ll take her “ he smirked as his men went to grab her only for a click of a gun at his head . 

“ y/n stop “ rick growled as negan turned a glint in his eyes.

“ take me  or i’ll drop you where you stand “ she finally said as Carl stood forward telling her to stop . 

“ what would stop me from smashing those beautiful brains all over the ground  “ . 

“ the bullet that will go in yours ,  so it either me or  nothing “ she easily shrugged as they all stood quiet knowing it was too late , she was stubborn but shit she would die happily to protect her friends. 

“ you got a deal darling “ he chuckled . 

“ i’m keeping my weapons “ was all she said, turning to go to the van  shooting a teary eyed maggie a wink and kissing a carl on top of his head. 

“ you don need ta do this “ daryl glared at the men before his eyes soften on her. 

“ don’t worry Dixon, I'll have him returning  me after a week “ she winked  and a chuckle fell from her lips and a small smirk on his own face . they all watched pained expression as she got in the truck . 

“ well i hate to keep a lady wait … who’s got that truck “ he called as simon stood forward already handing him the keys .  “ great seeing you all we should do this more often “ he chuckled heading to the truck  her face turning to her group as she yell out of the window “ don’t worry “ .  With that they watched the truck driving off and negan smiling like he won  the jackpot . 

The truck ride back was quiet , her eyes locked firmly out the window as confident and cocky her demeanor was she was scared it not like she didn’t  know who he was . she was there that night like her friend repulsed and filled with grief as they watched their beloved friend die horrendously .  she knew what kind of man that she was sat next to and if it meant her friends were safe she didn’t care what was to come of her even if meant she was scared .  she heard the story  of the savors and they way they treated their people or the group of women that were forced to be the cruel sadistic leader’s wives .  She knew her fate the moment she step foot in that truck and she would do it all again no matter what was to happen . 

“ you got balls bigger ones than grimes princess i’ll give you that, a mouth on you too “ he chuckled as she rolled her eyes . “ silent treatment now  awh that’s a shame sweetheart i though we were bonding here ” he mocked sadness  almost watching and waiting for her reaction . 

“ balls and a mouth i think i was the wrong one to take … i’m not judging each to their own “ she gave him tight lipped smile .

 “ holes a hole darling “ he winked. 

“ come near any of my holes and i’ll cut it off “ 

“  i doubt you would honey let be real little boys back there wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you but i do “ he almost purred . 

“ so this is how leia felt when she was taken by jabba “ she huffed out only to hear a booming laugh from her captor . 

“ how the fuck do you know star wars “ he chuckled . 

“ because  world fell to shit when i was  sixteen not six “ she rolled her eyes. 

“ ah the nerd turn hot chick cliche “ 

“ let me guess your the middle aged man living out some sort of compensation era, “ she shot back, noticing how quiet he went. “ what was it working a nine to five while everyone stepped on you so now you think fuck it won’t let that happen again “  only to hear the click of a gun .

“ shut your mouth or i’ll drive back and line them up one by one and make you watch “ he spat . 

“ get your gun out of my face or i’ll blow the thing that makes you a man off”  the click of her own gun aimed at the crown jewels .

“ your a twisted little fuck huh ?” a shit eating grin on his lips as he pulled his gun back . something about this one he liked a little too much . 

“ pot meet kettle “ she yawned ,  pulling her gun to her side, laying her head against the window  and dozing off. 

Pulling into his commune , he could see them all looking at her , curious eyes trying to catch a peak at the new comer as he and his men pulled up beside her . simon at the ready to come pull her from the truck only for him to stay standing open mouthed as their fearless leader went to the door and gently lifted her up and carried her to his personal quarters , he wasn’t the only one who looked shocked  , each man looking at each other . 

“ get me some clothes that will fit her bring them to my room “ he muttered to the women  who look plain depressed and terrified all in one . setting off he carried her in  and up the stair walking down the hall and placing her in own personal room   and placing her softly on the bed . looking down at her sleeping figure something about this one was different , something about this one was all his .   He couldn’t explain it or may he could and was ignoring it or embracing it to quickly  shaking his head and turning to his door knowing he had shit to do .

“ i’ll be back later “ he said, almost gently making her stir but remain asleep  , a smile on his lips as he headed out the door taking one more look at her sleeping on his bed , where she was meant to be and where she was staying from now on . 

  The room was dark when she sat up groaning , confused as fuck . it wasn’t because it was a strange place but the fact it wasn’t a cell or something similar , it was fact the bed was warm and comfy  that confused her . she expected to walk up on a cold floor or tattered mattress. Standing she looked around the space taking it all in seeing her knife and gun on bedside table was also surprising to see her wish respected the whole thing was nothing as she expected .  the click in the door ok that was something at least as three  women walked in one holding a bundle of clothes and the other two had  a tray  of food . 

“ put them down and get out “ the booming voice called out as they flinched  and left without so much as a look in her direction. Negan stood at the door as while she continue to look around the room pretending he wasn’t there, like his presence didn’t nor would it bother her. 

 “ sit” 

“ excuse me “ she turned arching her brow. “ since when am i fucking dog” she crossed her arms. 

“ since your acting like a bitch “ he chuckled .  “ sit down and lets eat “ he  nodded his head to the trays . 

“ is it posioned ?” she asked wondering what the fuck was going on . 

“  nope look “ he grabbed forkful off each plate . 

“ well suck to be you i like poison” she muttered heading sitting in the chair across from him  hating how good it looked  and suppressing the moan of how it tasted as she let it sit on her tongue . 

“ you can change after dinner” 

“ oh can i, too kind and what if i don’t like the clothes “ she mused . 

“ feel free to go in your birthday suit actually i fully encourage that one “ he winked . 

“ pig “ 

“ bitch “ 

“ why all of this? where is this room? “ she asked curiously killed the cat the moment her eyes opened . 

“ my room princess  like it “ he wiggled his brows . 

“ i’m not being part of this harem you got that ? “ she scoffed . 

“ the harem as you call its been disbanded or downgraded plus even at that they never came here” he said easily . 

“ what are they concubines now cause i’m not being part of that either “ .

“ more maids now “ he shrugged. 

“ what do i expect to sleep in same bed as you ?” 

“ sleep on fucking floor for all i care” 

“ you left me with weapons what’s from stopping me from killing you in your fucking sleep “ 

“ we both know you wont princess , look you haven’t  threatened my cock and balls in ten minutes progress already “ he chuckled  , hating herself for the little laugh that came out . 

“ i want my things” she finally said . “ if you're keeping me here i have things i want that mean alot to me”

“ already got them “ . 

“ you went back and got my things” 

“  grimes told me you’d want them when i went back to warn them not to come for you or i kill them all slowly “ . 

“ why me ?” she finally asked the burning question . 

“ because baby you're different”

let me know if anyone wants more parts !!

[lunajay33]

How to tell you I Love you🤎

Summary: Ever since meeting Daryl at the Farm you’ve grown to fall in love with him but how do you tell him your feelings without losing him as a friend?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Age Gap

•Masterlist•

The day the Atlanta group came to my family farm it’s change my life, Daryl was a man of few words but he was passionate about the things he cared about, he was strong and the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen he made my knees weak, I know I’m younger, still 23 but I’m a woman who knows what she likes and Daryl Dixon is everything I want

I always took glances when he’d be working on his bike outside of the prison, seeing him all sweaty unfortunately he caught me many time

“Ya wanna help me darlin?” He asked handing out a wrench for me, feeling my face blush I sat next to him as he showed me how to tune up his bike and fix any loose bolts

“There ya go good girl” his praise had me weak like jelly stuttering over my words feeling his hand on my lower back

“Ummm…uh thank you D” I looked into his eyes for a while until I heard Carol call from behind us

“Y/n! Can I talk to you for a moment!” She yelled down by the gates

“Ummm I’ll see you later!” I said handing the wrench back and heading down to Carol

“Hey Carol is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah just wanted to talk to you about Mr.grumpy over there you seem pretty smitten with him” my heart thumped

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends”

“Hmm I don’t think he sees it that way and I don’t think you do either” her words struck me and I just couldn’t lie anymore

“Was it that obvious?” I ask twiddling with my fingers

“You’re perfect for eachother hun, I see the way you both light up when you’re together, why don’t you make a move”

“Carol come on look at him, he’s drop dead gorgeous he could get any woman he wants why would he want lil ol me?”

“Cuz yer my girl, wouldn’t want anyone else” I heard that gruff voice behind me

“Daryl what’re you doing here? What did you hear?”

“Enough sunshine, come on maybe we should go for a lil walk” he smirked as he held out his hand for me

His girl, finally his girl

[dangerpronebuddie]

Inspiration Saturday!!

Spent a few days working on this ridiculous piece! I can't stop giggling at dogBuck's expression 😂. Perhaps soon after new years, the fic that accompanies it will be finished!

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[unremarkablehouse]

It never once occurred to me that Walter Skinner and Maggie Scully could have any romantic potential while watching the original series but in retrospect I wish they’d have gotten together purely because Mulder would embrace calling him ‘Dad’, while Scully would waiver between acceptance and horror.

[rheeblogs]

★ — ON THE ROCKS

★ — pairing : maggie rhee x fem!reader

★ — being a bartender had it’s good days, and it’s bad days too. but one of your regulars always seemed to turn your night around—and turn you on.

★ — warnings : alcohol consumption, sexual content, bartender reader, men

🔖 : @thaatdigitaldiary @rosemariiaa

the nights were quieter than they used to be. the sound of a jukebox playing old country songs filled the bar as you wiped down the counter, stealing a glance at the regular perched at the far end. maggie rhee. she wasn't a loud drinker, nor was she particularly outgoing with the other patrons, but she had a way of commanding the room with just her presence.

and then there was her smile—sharp, teasing, and unmistakably directed at you.

----

"y'know," maggie drawled as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass, her eyes pinned on you, "if i didn't know better, i'd think you were ignoring me."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the grin tugging at your lips. "i'm working, maggie. some of us have to make a living."

"oh i don't doubt it," she said, leaning over the counter just enough to close the distance. her voice dropped, soft and low. "but don't think i didn't notice your eyes trailin' every now nd' then. it's cute."

your cheeks flushed, but you played it cool. "must be my bartender instincts, keepin' an eye on all my customers."

maggie's smirk widened as she moved a strand of hair out of her face. "mmm. is that what you're callin' it?"

you couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped you. maggie had been coming here for weeks, and every time, her flirtation grew bolder. part of you loved the attention; the other part worried about what she was trying to get out of it.

"well," you said, sliding another pour of whiskey, "if you're gonna keep me on my toes, at least tip well."

"oh, darlin', i always pay what's due," she murmured, the double meaning lingering in the air between you.

----

it wasn't always easy working at the bar, especially when the crowd got rowdy. tonight, you were dealing with just that. a group of men had stumbled in, drunk and loud, and one of them, in particular, had taken a keen interest in you.

"hey, sweetheart," the man slurred, leaning over the counter. "why don't you let me take you outta' here, huh? bet you'd look real good on my arm."

you stiffened, forcing a polite but firm smile. "not interested, buddy. just here to pour drinks nd' get my check."

"oh, come on," he pressed, his tone turning darker. "don't be like that."

before you could respond, maggie's voice cut through the din like a blade.

"she said she wasn’t interested, right?" maggie said, her southern drawl carrying an edge that made the man pause.

the drunk turned to her, clearly sizing her up. "and who the hell are you?"

maggie stood, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp and dangerous. "someone who doesn't take kindly to men who can't take no for an answer."

the man laughed, but it was uneasy. "you got a problem?"

"yeah," maggie replied, stepping closer, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her knife. "my problem is you. now, i'd appreciate if you'd apologize to her, nd' go about your night."

the room went quiet, all eyes on the confrontation. the man, clearly was outmatched, raised his hands in mock surrender. "fine, fine. didn't mean no harm."

"good," maggie said, her tone final. she watched him retreat back to his table before turning to you. "you alright, darlin'?"

you nodded, your heart pounding. "thanks for that."

"anytime," she said, her voice softening. "but next time, don't wait for me. you've got more fight in you than you think.”

----

the night had finally slowed down, and maggie was still sitting at her usual, nursing her drink. the two of you had exchanged glances all night, the tension building to an almost unbearable degree.

you were wiping down the counter when she stood and made her way toward you, her eyes locked on yours. "you got a minute?"

you nodded, swallowing hard as she led you to the back hallway where the restrooms were.

the second the door closed, she was on you. her lips crashed against yours, and you gasped, gripping her jacket to steady yourself. she pulled back enough just enough to murmur, "been wantin' to do that for weeks."

your breath hitched. "you don't waste time, do you?"

she grinned, her hands sliding to your waist. "when it comes to you, no, i don't."

her lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss deepened, all-consuming and hungry. the bathroom was small, but neither of you seemed to care as she backed you against the wall, her hands exploring with a mix of confidence and restraint.

"tell me to stop, darlin'," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her forehead resting against yours.

you shook your head, your hands tangling in her hair. "never."

she gives your hips a squeeze, starting to grind you against her. you can feel the roughness of her fingertips gliding across your bare thigh, the lowrise jeans under your apron discarded on the tile of the bathroom floor.

you were left in soaked panties and the black fitted shirt you were required to wear for work, the low cut vline leaving almost too much to maggie’s imagination, the thoughts of bending you over, pressing you against the hardwood of the bar counter, and absolutely taking in your body, swarming her mind.

you whimper at her touch, making a light switch in maggie’s mind. she slithers a hand down to the bottom of your shirt, and swiftly pulls it over your head. your hair falls back into place, as she snakes her hand down your stomach.

“look at you…” maggie says, as her fingers work their way to your panties, moving them to the side slightly. “you’re soaked, honey.”

“maggie, please.” you managed to moan, as her rough hands circled your clit. she was gentle, and she took her sweet time with you.

“please, what? huh honey?” she teased, curling her fingers inside you, catching you off guard completely. “got you all worked up, yeah?” she says, letting out a low laugh.

“fuck, maggie—,” her fingers are deep. you’d never been this wet for many people before, but the way maggie carried herself, the confidence and edge in her persona, the way she took down walkers with ease, and most of all, the way she looked at you. like she needed you.

just you.

“buryin’ my fingers in this pussy, yeah, baby?” she was pumping her digits in and out of you with ease, the slick slowly leaving you, making things so much easier for her to take control.

“i’m so close, maggie—so fuckin’ close.” she speeds up, her pace overstimulating you. the sly grin on her face appears when she realizes how fucked up you are, because of her. she wanted you all to herself.

“you wanna cum, don’t you, darlin’?” she says, getting close to your ear to mess you up more than she already has.

“please…” you cried out, feeling that warm sensation slowly overriding your stomach, signaling you were bound to snap soon.

“such a good girl, baby,” her praise made you whimper, the way she made you feel, complimenting your ever move made your knees damn near give out.

“all over my fingers, honey. let it all out for me.” and with that, moans spill from your lips, the attempt to catch your breath being incredibly difficult.

“fuck…you make me crazy, honey.” maggie said, looking down at the mouth watering sight, the substance adorn on her palms and fingers—all from you. she takes her hand in her mouth, cleaning up the mess you made.

[lavenderprose]

Hello, all!

Second chapter of the fic has been posted. Last chapter should be posted late this week or early next :)

[gallaghersgal]

CONTROL: j. hughes x fem!reader

TAGS & WARNINGS → NSFW 18+. p in v, rough sex, spitting, dirty talk, y'know the works

A/N → my first jack fic, and first hockey fic in general!! pls be nice :)) based on this ask i sent on anon a few days ago...

WC → 1.4k

You’d seen what happened. One of the Rangers defenseman tried to trip Jack, earning a shove from your boyfriend. The gloves came off, then there was blood on the ice. You almost spilled your drink, standing up and screaming as your boyfriend rose in the middle of the tussle. He gets a blow in here and there before the refs separate the players.

Jack looks pissed as he skates toward the bench, but he turns around to mouth to you, “just a scratch, baby.”

You don’t talk about it until you’re home. Jack’s hand rested on your thigh the entirety of the drive, squeezing occasionally. You notice his bruised knuckles and run a thumb over them softly.

When you get home he stomps up to the bedroom, removing his sneakers with a huff. “Jack, baby,” you murmur, reaching out for him. Strong hands swat yours away, Jack stands and his frame looms over you.

“Get on the bed.” Your brow furrows in confusion, taken aback by his request. Before you can respond his hands are on your hips. “I said. Get your ass on the fucking bed.” 

You whimper as he picks you up, tossing you onto the mattress himself. You land with a soft ‘mmph!’ and watch as he hastily unties his sweats. They fall to his ankles with a quick shove, then he’s dressed in nothing but boxers and a tight black tee. 

You swallow and stare at the tent in his boxers, no matter how many times you’ve taken it your stomach always flips at the size of him. Jack’s eyes darken as he gets on the bed, crawling over to cage you in under his body. “You’re gonna sit there, and you’re gonna take what I fucking give you. Do y’understand me?”

Still, you’re too awestruck to answer. One large hand grips your jaw. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I know y’aren’t stupid. I asked you a question.” You nod dumbly, whimpering when his hand moves to squeeze your throat just slightly.

“Good girl. Hands and knees.” Jack caresses your throat, his tone commanding as he releases you. You scramble into the desired position, pressing your ass back against his bulge. You feel the thickness of him press into your center, panties already wet from the way he’s been handling you. 

With a shaky breath you tell him, “whatever you need, y’can take it.”

He coos in response, chest pressing flush to your back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” There’s the distinct sound of your tights ripping, and before you know it he’s pushed in to the hilt. The moan that leaves you is a punched out noise from deep in your chest, you flop down onto the pillows at the head of the bed. Jack sets a mind numbing pace, grunting softly as he fills you deliciously, again and again. 

You’ll never get used to his size, girth splitting you open in the best way. All you can do is whimper weakly, your skirt flipped up and red lace panties shoved to the side. Jack isn’t normally like this, but you’re loving this side of him. The control over you, the way his hand presses your neck into the pillows, all of it is deliciously rough. A series of soft ‘ah ah ah,’ noises tumble from your parted lips, your deep shade of lipstick smearing onto the fresh white pillowcase.

And Jack fucking loves it. “They think they c’n just do whatever t’me, slam me in the fuckin’ wall. Can’t–fuck–can’t control shit out there,” he growls, hips snapping against yours. The obscene sound of skin on skin is muffled by the bits of fabric that still cling to your bodies, clothes only pushed back enough for him to slide in. Jack was too pissed for the formalities; undressing you slowly, taking his time to kiss all over your body before finally plunging into your sweet cunt. He needs you now, just as you are. And fuck he has you.

Has you mewling his name, “JackieJackieJackie–” sounding so pretty underneath him. Has your ass up in the air, tinged red with his handprints, god he loves slapping your ass. Jack has you falling apart, as he always does. He knows your body like he knows the devils playbook, inside out and backwards. Even tonight, when he’s taking what he needs from you, he can feel your orgasm drawing closer. 

“You gonna cum for me princess?” he asks, pulling out until just the tip is inside before pounding back into your pussy. You slump forward, nodding in place of the words you can’t seem to form. “Yeah, fuckin’ thought so. Such a good girl for me, letting me take control like this.”

Jack’s warm palm presses your back into a pretty arch, displaying you to him. He watches enamoured as his cock stretches you out. The sight is obscene and oh so fucking pretty. He spits on your joined bodies, aiding the slick movement as he pumps into you with quick strokes. The coil in your core winds tighter and white hot pleasure overruns you. “Fuck! Jack, baby,” you whine, followed by a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you.

Your head feels fuzzy, barely registering the soft coos of praise from your boyfriend. You float in that space for a bit, cheek pressed to the pillow and lashes splayed against your cheek. Jack fucks you softer, still chasing his own pleasure while he lets you take a minute to recover.

Soft kisses on your nape bring you back to reality. “Fuck that was…” you mumble, trailing off as words fail you. What could you say, mind-numbing? So good you saw stars? Truth is none of it could describe how that just felt.

Jack’s lips seal to your own, his chest pressing to your back. “Gonna fill you up,” he mumbles against your lips. “How d’you want it, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, on m’back,” you whisper, a pout gracing your lips when he pulls out. You whine at the loss, earning a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

Strong hands maneuver you onto your back and he teases, “easy there, I’m puttin’ it back in.” He nips at your jaw, pushes the fabric of your #86 jersey up to reveal your breasts, then with one hand on his cock he pushes in.

In one smooth motion Jack fills you completely. The dark, wiry hairs at the base of his cock brush your clit and draw sweet mewls from your swollen lips. “Who’s in control baby, huh?” he asks, his tone dark as he starts to thrust slowly into you. “Who’s the only one that can make you cum like that?”

It’s hard enough to form words around Jack as it is, but when he’s above you like this? You’re practically mute. His hair hangs in your face, and a simple gold chain bumps against your chin with every thrust. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it into a pout as he slows his pace.

“Come on, asked you a question baby,” he coos, teasing you with shallow thrusts until you muster up the words to answer.

“You, only you Jackie,” you whimper, using the sweet nickname in hopes he’ll fuck you harder. It’s coy, but it works. His pace speeds again, face buried in your neck as he covers the skin with soft bruises. “You, you, you. Always you,” you whisper.

Jack smiles, you don’t see it, more feel it against your skin, but you know it’s there. “Yeah, atta girl,” he purrs, his hips starting to stutter. You know he’s close, and you bring one hand to tangle in his hair. In a smooth but firm motion you pull him in for a kiss, tongues mingling sweetly while he groans into your mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, thank you baby, thank you,” he’s practically whining, biting down on your lower lip as his thighs shake. He fills you so deliciously, warmth blossoming between your thighs as he cums inside you. Even in the height of his pleasure, Jack still focuses back on you. He circles your clit with his thumb, muttering against your lips. “Cum for me, c’mon, tha’s my girl.”

Another orgasm washes over you, your back arching weakly as you pulse around his cock. Jack whines, hiding his face in your neck while he ruts into you, milking the last bits of pleasure from the both of you.

© gallaghersgal, 2025. div. by cafekitsune,

THX 4 READING → inspired by @cupidbedsy & @lovecla, dedicated to @hhughes. lmk what u thought of the fic!!

[avelera]

H'ok, so, status on the Distinguished Innovators sequel fic is... erratic.

It was at about 15k with the ending done and all that needed finishing was the main sex scene

Then a very kinda and amazing and helpful beta pointed out the opening could use a little fleshing out

Now the opening is, umm.... 10,000 words and fighting me like Zeno's paradox to be finished (omg why won't Jayce and Viktor stop talking) and it's basically its own fic but I really like the slice of life nature of what came out of it and it sets up the second part really well....

Except it also kinda invalidated some of the pre-smut dialogue for Ch. 2 (formerly Ch. 1) so once I do finish up Ch. 1, I'll have to re-write the opening of Ch. 2 (lol) and fix the dialogue and finish the sex scene.

But then Ch. 3 is done! Minus any tweaking that it needs for stuff that comes up in the new Ch. 1 and 2, but those should be minor.

The current word count is... 25,000 words. But that's not really representative cuz a fair chunk is going to be cut from Ch. 2 and re-written. So really, I have no idea what it'll be!

If you want to subscribe to know when I actually post the sequel, the series it'll be added to is here.

[heohl-art]

My dears🩷 Do you remember my GO fanart Double Affair? Well, the talented aurora_orphic on AO3 is writing a fic inspired by it!✨

READ IT HERE!✨

I literally devoured this first chapter!🌹

[attapullman]

ONE NIGHT ONLY // series

It wasn’t supposed to be anything. Meaningless sex. A laugh or two. Home before dawn with a coffee from the place on the corner. Bob Floyd never expected to meet a wide-grinned early riser who has him questioning his policy on dating. But he's glad he did.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC (Maggie Brentley)

Warnings: 18+ (minors and blank dni), explicit language, suggestive content, smut, anxious attachment style, angst out the wazoo.

INTRODUCTION: Just For Tonight

ONE coming soon