#aldi writes

[tarmac-rat]

Riley gets my existential concerns and Johnny gets my opinions on custom wholesale desserts

[stellewriites]

Hii! Can you do ghoap x reader fluff? Like cuddles with mild flirting (from soap, obviously) and like soap is the little spoon, because in return he gets head scratches in return, reader in the middle, and Simon as the big spoon just pressing his face into the crook of readers neck?

Would rlly apreciate it <3

-🌑

i loved this idea when i read it and then proceeded to take far too long to actually answer it lmao BUT!! here it is,, ghoap x fem!reader fluff - ty for the request 💓

you picked up the cheap jar of pasta sauce and compared it to the branded version stacked next to it. as far as you could tell, the ingredients were the same and the little veg chunks included weren’t any smaller.

you nodded to yourself. it was decided, you weren’t paying two quid extra just for a name, fuck dolmio.

you looked higher to the top shelf and frowned when you saw the pasta had been pushed away from the edge and you’d be unable to reach it on your own.

“need a hand, dove?”

you turned to see a handsome man with a mohawk beelining towards you, his eyes tracing your frame with hot familiarity. without waiting for your response, he bullied his way into your space to reach over you for the pasta. barely stepping back, he handed you the pack and looked you up and down.

“thanks, stranger,” you said, holding back a laugh at his amused smile. you saw the moment he decided to play along.

“pretty skirt,” he said and nodded down to your bare legs peeking out beneath the denim.

“hm, my boyfriend got me it,” you said, a little teasingly.

“oh? and this boyfriend, he’s left ye all alone to do the shoppin’ has he?”

“no, he’ll be back soon. and he’s kinda protective, won’t be happy seeing me talking to other guys,” you said trying not to smile.

“ah’m no’ scared,” he scoffed, his own smile breaking out as he looked around the aisle eagerly for the aforementioned boyfriend.

“i don’t know, he’s pretty big and strong, wears a scary mask,” you said.

“aye? reminds me o’ my boyfriend,” he said and you finally giggled, leaning in to kiss him and giving up playing pretend.

“dove, they got their tiger bread in stock again,” simon said as he rounded the corner of the aisle and interrupting your kiss. “i ha’n’t ‘ad this in ages.” simon barely paused at the unexpected appearance of johnny, his eyes turning up in the corners as he smiled under his mask. “johnny, look, tiger bread.”

“yeah, i seen, si,” johnny said fondly, crowding you back against the trolley. “only getting the one loaf?”

simon paused. “hm. you’re right.”

you snorted as he dropped the bread into the trolley before heading back to the bakery section and leaving the pair of you alone again.

“work was a fookin’ drag, dove, cannae stand all this paperwork they’re keepin’ me busy with,” johnny groaned into your temple. you petted his arm consolingly before turning back to your list and shopping trolley.

“you were injured less than a month back, john, you can’t have been expecting to be back in the field so soon?” you hummed as you continued shopping with johnny leant over your back.

his silence spoke volumes.

you shook your head as you made your way through the store and waved simon over as you passed him by, hoping he hadn’t harassed the bakery staff into making more tiger loaves last minute for him. the absolute fiend.

“wha’s wrong with him?” simon asked as he got back, hands full as he nodded to johnny’s slumped frame. you refrained from asking simon if you really needed three tiger breads and instead nudged your other boyfriend up from your shoulder.

“he’s bored,” you said easily, grinning when johnny pulled back properly to send you a betrayed look.

“fuck’s sake. c’mere,” simon huffed before dipping down to kiss him, chuffing a laugh as johnny sputtered at the woollen texture of the mask in between them. “you’ll be back in no time. just behave or it’ll be longer.”

“ye sound like cap,” johnny grimaced. he wiped a hand down his tired face. “when are we goin’ home, hm? fuckin’ knackered, could do with a nap before dinner.”

“y’drive ‘ere?” ghost asked while you grabbed a box of eggs, checking for any cracked inside.

“aye.”

“then you can leave whenever,” ghost said flatly, though the glint of his eyes in the overhead lights betrayed his amusement at johnny’s plight.

johnny pouted.

“yer cruel, si. tell him, dove, he’s heartless,” johnny bemoaned dramatically.

“you’re cruel and heartless, simon, would you prefer strawberry jam or raspberry for a change?”

“could be a treat,” ghost conceded.

johnny groaned at the both of you, pinching your hip when you laughed.

“you both know i cannae sleep without someone’s arms around me,” he huffed, turning his big puppy eyes on you both.

you caved immediately.

“aw poor baby,” you cooed, biting your lip when you saw simon roll his eyes. “let’s get this done quick then, yeah? go grab the burgers we like from the frozen section and that ice cream we got a couple weeks back.”

“yes, ma’am.” johnny jogged off.

“si, can i trust you not to make your way back to the bakery if i give you a list of items to grab?”

“no,” he admitted without shame. “i saw the lad in the back prepping more for tomorrow, think i could convince ‘im to cook ‘em now for me if given the time.”

“right. hand holding it is as we find the toiletries then. ‘s like herding cats with you two.”

simon hummed, his eyes trained on the section you knew the bakery to be hidden in.

—

once home, johnny packed away the majority of your shopping in record time, snatching the jam from simon’s hands and almost throwing it onto the work top before plying his mask up one handed and dragging him down into a rough kiss with the other. you watched, amused, with raised eyebrows as johnny dragged him back towards the bedroom desperately, waving a hand at you and gasping out a needy, “dove, c’mon, stop fucking around,” in between wet kisses.

you didn’t need to be told twice before attaching your hands onto simon’s thick waist from behind, guiding them from bumping into any furniture or walls as they stumbled blind to the bedroom.

johnny pulled back with a dopey smile and pushed simon none too gently onto the bed. you took advantage of his lowered height and pulled off his mask completely, rubbing a gentle hand over his buzz cut hair and down to his jaw. you leant in for a soft peck before feeling johnny’s hands and arms wrap around your soft stomach.

he clung to you, nuzzling at your cheek over your shoulder until you turned in his arms to share your attention.

you heard the bed creak as simon settled further up the bed as johnny kissed you. you shuffled back, parting from johnny just long enough to get your bearings and climb onto the bed, simon’s hands moving to guide you back as johnny hummed against your lips.

you flopped back into simon’s arms, got comfortable as he wrapped you up and held you tight against him.

johnny sighed in relief at the sight and shuffled down so he could rest his head on your chest.

you gathered him close and laughed when he started whining when your hands stayed on his shoulders.

“so needy johnny, have you ever heard the phrase ‘patience is a virtue’?” you teased as you started to run your nails through his hair, lightly scratching until he sighed and dropped his body weight against you and simon.

“too t’red,” he mumbled.

simon lifted his warm hand from your hip and draped it heavily over the back of johnny’s neck, keeping him close. soon enough, the scot was snoring.

you tried not to laugh, your chest bouncing johnny with your muffled chuckles. “i think that might be a record.”

“tired lamb,” simon said condescendingly, but he rubbed his thumb lovingly over the soft skin behind johnny’s ear.

“don’t be mean.” you grinned back at him.

simon hummed and rested his head into the crook of your neck, tucking you in closer with the arm still wrapped underneath your waist. “not bein’ mean.”

he nipped at your neck, a soft nibble that had you gasping and clenching your thick thighs around the one johnny had slipped inbetween.

“prick,” you huffed without malice when he stopped and let out a long tired breath in your ear. he hummed with closed eyes, clearly not listening.

you chuffed a laugh into johnny’s hair. the low thrum of arousal simon had brought on was easy enough to ignore but you’d have rather he’d finished what he started. instead, you tucked your cold toes between his large calves behind you in penance and tugged johnny even closer, enough to smother him. with your arse perched perfectly in simon’s lap and johnny nestled close to his second favourite place on your body, you were sure they’d give you what you were after once their nap is over. you closed your eyes with a smile; you could wait for them to get their energy up, and you loved your puppy piles just as much as they did.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Evolution of Eliot/Hardison hugs over the years.

And the one time that Eliot really needed a hug:

Leverage S02E08/S03E10/S04E01/S04E07/S04E10/S05E09/Leverage Redemption S01E16/S02E06.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

CROWN ROYAL

Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you

I catch that thrust, give it right back to you

You're in so deep, I'm breathing for you

You grab my braids, arch my back high for you

You're diesel engine, I'm squirting mad oil

Down on the floor 'til my speaker starts to boil

I flip s***, quick slip, hip dip and I'm twisted

In your hands and your lips and your tongue tricks

And you're so thick and you're so thick and you're so

Crown royal on ice, crown royal on ice

Crown royal on ice, crown royal on ice…

Brandy is married to a successful, D.C Detective named Alex Cross. They have a happy marriage filled with love and passion, but things become interesting when Alex has an old friend visit for an extended period.

His name is Terry Richmond and he’s a former Marine.

A single, hunk of a man with a strong silent presence.

And apparently a rather sizable…

It wasn’t Brandy’s fault she’d crossed paths with him when he was…

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x9- "The Cross My Heart Job"

[cloveroctobers]

one of these — 3. Alex Cross [Winter Prompts]

A/N: Where is the content for Aldis period?!!! I’ve been waiting since underground (2016) Him and Edwin will always be appreciated around here! Anyways I’m here with some fluff because it’s already winter in my mind and that’s usually what I try to write more of during this festive yet ugly cold weather. Enjoy some sweetness and foolishness? 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: ACTIVITIES — Snow down the back of the neck, 1. forced to plan and execute a Christmas feast.

WARNINGS: language, stress of the holidays, & fluff.

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A soft sigh of satisfaction falls past your lips just as you’re closing your famous pot roast into the oven to do its thing for the next few hours. Your balled fists go to your hips as you stand up straight in front of the closed oven, a small smile playing on them before it’s wiped right off.

It’s a biting cold sensation, wet and slushy as it’s drips down the back of your neck and rolls beneath the collar of your house coat. Hissing you whip your body around, hand reaching up to wipe off the remains of the snow racing to get down your spine. You’re half expecting it to be the kids who did this accidentally but the deep chuckle of laughter brings a glare to your face.

“Alex, You play too much!” You hold the back of your neck, trying to wipe it dry with the cotton of the robe.

The man is pulling off his insulated gloves, white teeth gleaming against the contrast of his pretty umber skin, “Mornin’ baby. I’d say I don’t play enough since you volunteered my services to that boiled egg head motherfucker across the street…when you know I don’t like that man.”

You huff, tugging the ends of your silk bonnet over your kitchen, double-checking to make sure none of the snow touched that area because if it did? Your fiancé just might have to be worried about getting ran over by you instead of the reindeer. “See…if you would have just asked before you gave attitude and walked off, you would have known that it was nana mama who did that, not me.”

Alex blinks with a raise of his brows, “Now why would she do that?”

“She’s friendly with the guy,” you shrug, “She’s even invited him over to the big feast later on.”

“Oh hell naw.” Alex frowns with a shake of his head, “It’s bad enough I had to listen to how cheap he is about not calling a snow company when he’s got benefits as a vet. Not only that, his lonely ass talks a lot of shit and dont nobody want to hear that in their own home.”

You scoff, “Well good luck telling nana mama that. Also you can’t just uninvite someone…especially on Christmas.”

Alex quickly titled his head, “We didn’t though and that’s nana mama’s problem.”

It was your turn to raise your brows, “It’s gonna be your problem if you don’t approach it right when you’re speaking to her.” You point the kitchen knife at the taller man who stares blankly at the utensil before you turn to place it into the sink, “Also you owe me an apology for assuming.”

Alex lets out a dramatic sigh as he stomps over to you, arms locking across your shoulders as he brought his lips to your ear, “I’m sorry for doing you like that. Yet…I’ve never seen you jump that high since that one time you thought you saw a mouse but it was nana mama’s wig.”

Your elbow goes right into his ribcage, making him groan and loosen his grip on you, followed by a cough of laughter. “You think you’re so funny but you and I both know that I lost my contacts that day. And clearly you lost your mind trying to mess with me when we’re being forced to do this feast.”

“Aw c’mon…I thought it would get a laugh outta you…and originally to get my lick back,” Alex admits with his hand resting on the side of the top of his torso while you simply roll your eyes but would later appreciate the honesty. The bearded man reaches out to you again, hands fighting to intertwine with yours as he starts to sing off key, “So shouldn't I realize, You're the highest of the high. If you don't know, then I'll say it, So don't ever wonder.”

It’s your turn to groan as Alex brings his cool lips to the warmth of your neck, placing a kiss there after trying to woo you with his terrible singing. That was one of his favorite tunes to sing to you and thankfully he hasn’t had any of that brown liquor or else this would be ten times worse.

When Alex is peppering your face with kisses, trying to sway you into his arms, your resolve breaks some despite you still trying to push him off of you. Being in his embrace was one of your favorite places to be, especially when it took time for you two to get here. Alex was big on physical touch. It all started out as nothing, meeting him at DC’s staple spot, Ben’s Chili bowl, with John before it actually turned into something. You weren’t necessarily in the streets or looking to date someone with kids, initially you were just open to keeping things casual and Alex was still healing with the tragic passing of his late wife.

It took work, the both of you had walls up but it’s been awhile since someone showed you that they were deserving of your time. Alex just loved to learn that he was running through your mind all day—his words of course—and had no issue putting the work in once he realized he was able to love again. You gave this a chance—although leery at the beginning—because you saw the good in Alex Cross. Saw his heart for what it is and finding that you liked being able to be part of it.

He shows you everyday why you should be…even if he had to get a little vengeful by putting some snow on you for something you didn’t do but that will be dealt with.

“I bought you something,” Alex says pulling his chin from on top of your bonnet and digging into his jacket pocket, “If you were wondering what was taking me longer than usual to get back…I snuck out to your spot, waited in line a little bit to get those peppermint bark cookies and those nasty ass gingerbread cookies for the kids too.”

You actually spot the smiley brown cookies, after peering around Alex’s taller frame, resting on the island counter.

A grin finds its way to your face as Alex holds out the wrapped dessert in festive paper and red ribbon to you. Christmas was always your favorite holiday and you raved about these cookies last night in bed saying that they would give you strength to do this large feast. It was all nana mama’s idea since you know, church folk like to get to talking but act like they don’t.

It’s not like the older woman ever needed to find something to talk about but she didn’t appreciate the ladies hinting that her own household couldn’t get down in the kitchen. Christmas Eve was spent at the church for a couple of hours and then Christmas Day was supposed to be a little more smoother where everyone did their own thing in their own homes but this year just had to be different.

Alex finds himself grinning too, watching the custom Pearl and oval engagement ring (which was given to you six months ago) glimmer against your finger as you plucked the cookies from his grasp. You’re making quick work unraveling the cherry and mistletoe decorated paper to take a bite of the peppermint cookies and hum.

“How is it?” Alex questions, already taking the hint at the sight of your eyes closing, “Everything it’s cracked up to be?”

Opening your eyes you nod, “Better than last years.”

“I think that’s just the baby talking,” Alex smirks as his hands go to your hips, softly running his thumbs against your sides.

You scoff, “You’re acting as if I’m deep into this pregnancy.”

You actually weren’t that far along into your second trimester. It wasn’t ideal being pregnant during your wedding so you were absolutely okay with pushing the date back to 2026, enjoying your timeline together the way it needs to be on your shared terms.

“I mean—

“Don’t start, Alex. You’re already on thin got damn ice.” You warn, pointing a finger at him.

He laughs, “Not snow?”

You’re shoving him out the way but he easily moves with you, still laughing.

He dips his head, “Can I get a bite, though?”

“Of this ass.” You flick your hand making Alex frown.

“…That’s not the insult you think it is.” He comments, hands shifting to grip your backside.

Rolling your eyes at his grinning and kissing the crumbs from the corner of your mouth, he lets you go just as you say, “John-Sam said don’t forget the smoked ham hocks for the greens.”

Alex whips his head to look at you, “Huh?”

“Yup.” You sigh, already knowing where this was going but decided to shift the conversation, “Can you take out the glazed ham nana mama made and set it aside so we can warm it back up in the oven once the roast is finished? My back’s a little achy today.”

Alex nods letting you know he’s heard that part, “Yeah of course, you should relax and let me handle everything else…but let’s run that back. I was making the black eyed peas since John deliberately left the greens yesterday and we had to settle for Kayla’s fuck ass green bean casserole.”

You can’t help but to snicker at that.

You were still shocked that John actually brought Kayla to dinner, although you figured out what was going on before John even told Alex. It just seemed like a fling to you but you honestly didn’t think Kayla was John’s type for the time that you got to know him but you minded your business.

Shrugging you say, “I don’t know. He texted saying something came up but he would still be here tonight.”

Alex is shaking his head, palms resting on the counter in annoyance, “What does that mean? If it was already made then why would I have to prepare the whole dish? Who am I, Anthony Hamilton all of a sudden? John’s the main one who claims he makes the best greens when we know that’s a lie! It’s solid but…This motherfucker right here.” He scowls.

“Okay,” you say around a bubble of laughter, “you got one more M-FER to drop before you owe some coin to the Samuel L. Jackson jar.”

Alex scoffs as you rest your hand on top of his, “It’s fine. You’ve pulled off a lot in shorter amount of time. It’s about to be eight, you can do this.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to.” Alex mumbles, “Now I got to go downstairs and get them from the deep freezer. They’re about to stink up the whole house while I clean and soak em. I wasn’t trying to get into that today. Something simple, mostly leftovers. The sisters won’t even know the difference. I should call John up right now—

“Nope,” you say, “You’re supposed to be on your best behavior.”

He side eyes you, “Says who?”

“I do. Baby does. Nana mama and the kiddies.” You reply listing off all the people he deeply loved as you step back from the counter, “…And just look it at as payback for attacking your pregnant wife to be. See how the lord works in mysterious ways? God don’t like ugly.”

Alex’s round eyes were almost buldging in annoyance as you fight back laughter, taking another bite of the cookie and chewing smugly. “The only ugly motherfucker I know is John.”

“You’re wrong for that and that’s not correct.”

“Hold up, Whatchu say?” Alex’s stepping towards you now as you laugh, escaping the kitchen.

Alex shakes his head in annoyance as he tosses his head back, staring up at the ceiling before deciding to let out some laughter but mostly in disbelief. He catches you around the corner, peeking around the fridge. He raises his brows in question at you regardless of how cute you appeared.

“I love you.”

Which almost instantly melts his irritation away, “I love you too, baby.”

“Be good.” You lightly warn, ���Help yourself to a cookie.”

“…Which one’s?” He smirks after glancing away from the desserts and eyeing you up and down.

“Bye Alex!” You scoff, disappearing from his sight.

The both of you end up mirroring similar smiles on different sides of the house.

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[violetmuses]

Alex Cross + Female Reader ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Cross” - Amazon Prime Series

Character: Alex Cross

@yourstrulyylauren @carefree-melanin @blackmissfrizzle 🏷

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2024

Detective Alex Cross moved along the well-known paths of Washington D.C. as usual, but paused when you stood on this sidewalk located nearby.

Despite his calm demeanor, Cross grinned and waved over, prompting your attention.

“Alex? Hi!” You opened both arms and hugged the sleeves of his towering coat, grateful.

You've worked as a legal assistant for quite some time after joining this metro area.

“On my way to the police station, but how are you?” His strong voice offered kindness.

“Can't complain. How are you?” You gently understood this question and knew that his wife passed away not long ago.

“Hanging in there. That's all I can do right now, especially for the kids.” Cross never stopped thinking of his wonderful children, even through grief.

“Of course.” You nodded. “Take care.”

“Thank you.” Alex volleyed back.

Glancing over your shoulder, you offered this smile to make Alex feel better and vanished elsewhere, leaving him.

Damn. His thoughts whispered.

[magicxc]

Stay With You

Pairings: Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader x Aldis Hodge

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: double penetration, hand job, cream pies

BBJ Masterlist

“Y’all when I said let's go camping, I was thinking something along the lines of smores, maybe even a cute lil bonfire,” I ranted. “But to be out here in natures ass crack, the possible meal of a grizzly bear is where I draw the line. 

“Y/N, we’re in a makeshift tent in the backyard, I doubt a grizzly is making it this far into the city,” Aldis sighed. 

“And if he does, we’ll hear him,” Trevante added. 

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“This is practice Y/N, you stay complaining like this on the real campsite and a grizzly will be the least of your worries.”

“Aldi, is that a threat?” I gasped. 

“No, it’s a warning, so take heed.” 

“Ohhh Aldiii, you giving out warnings now?” Trevante mocked. 

Deadpanning Tre, I look over to Aldis to assess what the problem really is. 

“Aldi, you know I don’t do the whole nature thing, but I’m legitimately trying FOR YOU." 

“You ain’t gotta try if all you gone do is keep complaining,” he protested. 

“I AM -“

“Hey hey hey y’all enough,” Tre interrupted. “Let's put a pin in it before one of us says something we can’t take back. 

Always the peacemaker that one. Trevante is quite literally the definition of lover not a fighter, whereas Aldis on the other hand is my little hot head. We tend to clash from time to time, but we’re learning which buttons not to push. 

He’s been begging us to go camping for a minute now and I finally gave in last weekend, opting to do this only if I could work my way up there. Tre is no more keen to do it than I am, but pushed those feelings to the side for all the times Aldis has been so willing to try something for us. I guess it didn’t help that I’ve been bitching since we crawled inside here. 

Sighing, I apologized for my earlier whining and creeped over to his side of the tent to seal it with a kiss. He accepts it with a grumble, but the scowl on his face tells a different story. 

“Baby, I am so sorry for not coming in here with an open mind and if you let me, I’ll have us all making noises a grizzly wouldn’t dare interrupt.”

I get a small smile in return, but it’s not the heart melting one I’m used to seeing. 

“Please, forgive me and come morning I’ll fix your favorite breakfast.”

“There are no stoves in the woods,” Tre reminded. 

“Right, well I’ll do whatever it takes to survive in nature,” I promised. “No soap, no toothpaste, just a knife and my killer instincts.”

A chorus of woahs follows from both men, Aldis urging me to relax, emphasizing the idea that living in nature surrenders the use of modern technology not hygiene. 

“Yeah well I’ll stay clean ONLY if you forgive me,” I bargained. 

Chuckling, he leans in and pecks me on the lips, formally forgiving my prior tantrum. 

“Moving forward, I don’t wanna hear no lip and you’ll do exactly as I say,” he demanded.  

Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in for another kiss, mumbling a yes sir. Deepening it, I feel Tre’s palm run across my ass, caressing its curves in the softest way. 

Aldis’ arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer as his lips run over mine, trailing down to my chin, my neck, and stopping just shy of my breast. 

“Now, tell me more about those non interrupting grizzly noises,” he says through light pecks. 

Shuffling off the floor Tre gets behind me, locking me in between them, sprinkling his fair share of kisses along my back in agreement with Aldis. 

Turning so that my body faces forward, I rest my arms on the shoulder of each man; leaning firstly into Tre and then into Aldi to swap a little bit of spit. 

“Well, for starters we’d need less clothes.“

“Like this shirt for instance,” Tre proposed as he tugged it off me. 

“And these pants,” Aldis added, unbuckling them. “They don’t really serve much purpose do they?”

Shaking my head no, I help them shed the rest of the clothes by ridding myself of the remaining undergarments. Now in my birthday suit, I watch as each man's clothing finds itself in a pile next to mine. 

Tongue slipping between teeth and over my lips, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that washes over me as I ready myself for both my men. Leaning over to Tre, I sink my teeth into his skin as I suck on his sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey - eager to mark him in the sexiest way. 

He breathes out soft, shy pants and I reach down to grab his semi hard dick as I stroke it back and forth. Dribbles of precum ooze from the tip and I drag my thumb forward to smear it against his length, allowing me to jerk him off a little more smoothly. 

Tilting over to my left, I lean into Aldis and dip my head into the firm arch of his shoulder blade, peppering his jaw in open mouth kisses; spots of saliva left behind after each one. 

He then grabs my left breast, his mouth swirling around the hardened nipple as my head tips back at the delicious sensation, quiet mewling tumbling past my lips. Tre follows suit with my other breast, tweaking and kneading before taking the nipple into his warm mouth. 

Hand gliding down Aldis’ lap, I stop at his girthy member, tracing over each thick vein while I softly run my hand over his nuts. Bringing my hand to my face, I spit in the palm and return it back to his length, this time stroking him with ease. 

Breathy moans follow, but it comes out muffled around my nipple and I take this chance to speed up in pace on both men, hoping to see their creamy finish. 

“Tell me how good this feels,” I whimpered. “Matter of fact, cum for me so I know it’s real.” 

Heated lips run along my skin, tongues leaving wet trails in their paths while hands get entangled with limbs and moans get engulfed into the noiseless night. My body feels hot with desire, eyelids fluttering closed, and mouth ajar, I couldn’t tell who was doing what but my movements never ceased; eager to bring my men over the edge. 

Their heavy breathing becomes more erratic, my cooing and encouragement having them spill onto me as my hands come to a slow stop and I lick each fist clean. 

Grabbing the back of my neck, Aldis pulls me in for a kiss, thumbs spreading my lips open to taste himself. Pulling away, I turn over to Tre and dive in for another round of tongue twisting, saliva trailing down our chins as we pull apart. 

“On all fours Y/N, you know wassup,” Aldi directed. 

“Yes sirrrr, Tre you on the bottom baby?” 

“I’m wherever you want me,” he winked. 

Lying down on his back, he helps position me on top of him, dick in hand as he watches me slowly slide down his length. A heavy gasp leaves us both at the heated feeling of being connected. After we adjust, he gives me a lazy smile, mouthing a quick I love you to which I eagerly return it.

“Ready for me angel?”

“Go for it Aldi.” 

“I’ll be your genie, Y/N, every fucking day if you let me,” he confides, smearing his cum between my ass. 

“Your every wish would be my command,” he continued, entering first with his finger. 

“You’re my beacon of light honey,” he insisted, adding in another digit. “In an otherwise bleak and cruel world.” 

“You both reassure me that all is not lost,” he chanted, driving his fingers into me, the pace deliciously unwavering. 

“Y’all have given me the joy to call you guys family,” he admitted, removing his fingers entirely. 

“But this ass? Oh this ass Y/N is what I can call home,” Aldis ended as he thrusted to the hilt. 

No matter how many times he’s entered my backdoor, I can never get used to his sheer size. He always knocks the wind out of me and I find myself planted face first into Tre’s chest, his hands cradling my jaws as I seep back into reality. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ear but it’s the driving force of their dicks that fully reels me into the present. 

“There she is,” Tre snickered. “I got you baby girl, don’t you worry.” 

I barely recognize the sounds coming from me, my words now indecipherable, cockdrunk and drooling as they tear me apart. Aldis wraps his hand around my throat, drawing me in to plaster my lips with sloppy kisses while Tre takes a hold of my waist to drive his dick further into me, my pussy stretched around his dick as his tongue explores the shape of my neck. 

My fingers are embedded into skin, whose I don’t know, but the crescent shaped marks will reveal it sooner or later. Tongue sliding against Aldis’ while Tre’s fingers dance every which way across my waist and thighs, I can’t help the howl that escapes me; grizzly bear be damned, my body feels worked over past its limits. 

The peak that I hit seems never ending, my soul paralyzed and heartbeat accelerating, while everything around me ceases to exist. I come down just in time enough to feel them splatter my walls simultaneously which elicits a minigasm of my own. 

Loud, labored panting is all that I hear. Rough, calloused hands is all that I feel. Navy blue sky littered with twinkling stars is the view that meets me and I must admit that camping isn’t so bad after all. 

[thlayli-ra]

Nick Aldis is finding out first-hand why dominants don't stick around LA Knight for long. Man is an untameable brat!

[unintentionaloracle]

The Couple That Crashes Out Together [Fic]

Yup, I'm back at it again!

Summary: Kevin's in trouble, with management AND a crashing out Cody...again... But why's Sami also apparently in the doghouse with them, too?

And I apologize to Cody in advance you know I love you, babygirl. And also Candy for catching a stray in this I promise I like that ship, too, I just also love drama.

Sami sat on the equipment trunk outside Aldis’s office, nervously tapping his fingers against his knee as he stared at the floor. He knew he was in trouble. Maybe not “you're fired” trouble, but “suspended indefinitely and/or without pay” definitely still seemed to be on the table. It would be the perfect way to cap off this horrible week.

He heard the door open, making him tense in anticipation of his fate. But he was greeted by a different, yet all too wonderfully familiar voice:

“Hey, Sami. Aldis has to make a call to Pearce right now. But after that, you're up next. What are you doing here, anyway?”

Sami turned his head to see Kevin, but...

He stood before him in a somewhat tight, sleeveless black bodysuit with an oversized duct tape star on it. A pair of black basketball shorts was tastefully layered on top of the suit. His face was painted silver with a crudely drawn black star on it and...yep, he was even wearing black lipstick, too.

“Kev,” Sami said, laughing a little in disbelief, “why are you dressed like Stardust?”

Kevin scratched at his beard. “Did you not see what happened at the start of the show?”

“No, I was in the parking lot talking with Johnny and Jimmy. What happened?”

Kevin plopped down beside Sami. “Well, you see, I went out and made fun of Cody’s Stardust phase...”

Sami nodded. “I can see that. You did a decent job, by the way.”

“THANK YOU! ‘The face paint is too glittery’ my ass! Anyway, I called him out for the fact that everyone forgets and forgives all the scummy stuff he's done but they never let me live down my past...”

“Alright, I'm with you...”

“And then I brought up the times he was a dick to his dad.”

“...Oh...” Sami said, rubbing his face. “Kevin...”

“Yeah, even I have to admit I went too far with that. Dusty didn't deserve to get dragged into this...” Kevin lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Needless to say, Golden Boy got pissed...”

“I can imagine!”

“We tried to brawl, but they split us up. I took out some officials, Cody threw some steel steps... And then I was sent to Aldis’s office. But not Cody! Cody got sent home early because heaven forbid Cody face consequences for anything!” Kevin shouted. He panted heavily before glancing at Sami. He took a deep breath. “And how about you, Sami?”

Sami took a deep breath. “So, it's been a stressful week, right? WarGames, Jey getting attacked, trying to keep an eye on Seth, Drew's after me, I’ve been worrying about you...”

“Yeah?” Kevin said, shifting uncomfortably at the last part.

“So, I went to see Johnny and Jimmy for advice before the show. I wanted to pick their brains about how they make things work whenever they and their partner are...” He tried to think of the right word. “...morally opposed?”

“Why are you asking about tag partners, Sami? You know how that works...”

Sami blinked. “Romantic partner, Kevin. You know, like how Candice is rolling with Nia when Johnny’s a good dude? Or Jimmy was doing Roman's bidding while Naomi was being good?”

“Oh...”

“Anyway, I got some tips, we caught up, and I was about to leave when Cody brushed past me. He was pissed...” Sami took another glimpse at Kevin. “And now I know why. And I probably wouldn't have gone as far as I did if I'd known, but...”

“Sami, what did you do?”

---

“Sami, tell your boyfriend to say hi to mine in the hospital after I beat him...” Cody said, coldly furious.

Sami took a deep breath. Any other time, he might've tried to take the high ground. Maybe even tried to come at this with more compassion for his friend. But with everything going on, Sami finally found the bottom of his seemingly endless patience. Somebody had to win the “victim of a Sami Zayn crash out lottery”, eventually. And Cody just happened to pull the lucky ticket.

“Well, maybe you should be thanking Kevin! Randy can't betray you if he's injured...” Sami bit back.

Cody stopped. He turned around and glared at Sami. “What?”

“Oh, come on, everyone knows he wants your title but you. Or are you just ignoring it so you can pretend you two are living happily ever after? That your love is really enough to sate him?” Sami said as Johnny and Jimmy stared at him.

“Oh, you're one to talk!” Cody said, storming over to Sami and getting in his face. “You're ignoring that your boyfriend is an absolute monster! And considering who you've been running around with, lately? Who do you think he's gonna go after next when he's done with me, huh?” Cody smirked, looking at his limit. “You can't trust him. He betrayed you on his first day here!”

Sami clenched his fists and his jaw. “Yeah, well, at least if he betrays me, he'd be upfront about it. He won't play with his food like Randy is...”

He couldn't remember which of them threw the first punch, he just remembered they started brawling. Both of them grappled and collided with the asphalt. Fists were flying. Hair was pulled. Sami was 80% sure Cody bit him. Sami definitely scratched his face...

---

“Eventually, Johnny and Jimmy broke us up, as well as the officials. Aldis shouted at Cody about how he “told him to leave”, then he told me he'd see me in his office after his meeting, aaaaand now we're here...” Sami said.

“...Damn, Sami...”

“Yeah, I took it too far with the Randy thing. I was just...I was at my limit...” Sami lamented.

“Maybe, but...you’re on my side?” Kevin asked.

“Of course. I love you. And I don't want to abandon you right now, despite everything that's going on for us.” Sami said. “Cody is–well, it's probably more like was, now–my friend, and I may get roped into Bloodline crap, but I'll always try to look out for you. No matter what...”

“...Even when I get into a blood feud with Cody?”

“I mean, I don’t always like what you put your passions towards, but I love that you're passionate. And I know you've looked out for me and backed me up when I did stuff you didn't like. It's the least I can do for you...”

“...Sami, your heart drives me crazy, sometimes.” Kevin said with a chuckle. ‘But I guess you wouldn't be the man I love without it...” He then smirked. “And hey, I think I've got something I can put my passion towards that I know you'll like...”

“What?” Sami asked.

Kevin leaned over and gave Sami a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he tilted his face towards his and kissed him again, longer. He cupped his face before he climbed onto Sami's lap. Sami kissed back before escalating it into a make out. Sami's hands settled on Kevin's hips. For a moment, the world didn't exist. They just had each other, and could just be happy for a brief moment, and it was enough.

They were pulled back to reality by Aldis calling from his office. “Alright, Sami! Come on in!”

Kevin, who was just about to kiss Sami's neck, groaned. Sami took a moment to collect himself and straighten his hair. “Sorry, I gotta...I’ll see you in a bit, Kev?” He said, voice cracking.

Kevin smiled. “I'll wait for you in the car.” He said, climbing off of him. “Want me to keep the outfit?”

“No.” Sami said, not wanting to mention he had his own car, too.

“Good, because it rides up too much.” Kevin said, giving Sami one last kiss to the forehead before walking away to the locker room.

Sami sighed happily. His foul mood from earlier now gone, he hopped off of the equipment trunk. He made his way into Aldis's office and sat down as the GM looked over some files, not really looking at Sami.

“Well, for starters, I obviously have to fine you for being on the wrong show without permission or a ticket. I gave you a pass for WarGames, but that time has passed...”

“Fair enough,” Sami said with a sigh. He knew he should've just done a Zoom call, instead.

(Even if there are fringe benefits to showing up on my boyfriend's show...)

“Honestly, I expect better of you, Sami. Despite Pearce and other past authorities' horror stories. Why would you–?” Aldis started to ask, glancing over at Sami at last. He paused, then sighed, dropping the files onto his desk before rubbing his temples. “Oh, of course. That's why...”

“What?” Sami asked.

Aldis pulled out his phone. He set the camera on selfie mode and showed Sami the screen.

In the digital reflection, he saw his face was smeared with the remnants of Kevin's face paint and smudges of black lipstick. Sami groaned. “I am so sorry, Nick!”

Aldis stashed his phone and reached into his desk. He pulled out a decanter of some form of alcohol and a glass. He poured himself a drink and took a sip.

“Alright, now that I know it's going to be one of those nights, let's discuss what happened...”

[laura-simm1235]

The Fine Print by stupendium is so vex Scar and Cub coded omg

[tarmac-rat]

These are from the same document.

[ships-bynoa]

i'm waiting impatiently (but gratefully) for someone to gif Cross S1, specifically of the man himself and the gorge Elle because that's a beautiful man and a delish couple.

@joons-bonsai

[sheigarche]

All right, Hellblade Actors AU when? 👀

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

SOON COME…

Safe House

Warnings: FOURSOME, Violence, Mentions of Blood, 18+ Content

Summary: The Safe House, a dwelling place or building whose unassuming appearance makes it an inconspicuous location where one can hide out and take shelter. This was a suitable place for Cross and Sampson to hide their witness. With their demanding jobs, they decide to bring in Terry Richmond. He’s the ‘muscle’ they can’t use when they’re not present, watching over the witness.

Vera is a successful Art Dealer within D.C. that witnessed a murder. The killer is out to claim her as their next victim. She’s rescued by Cross and Sampson and taken to an unmarked location in Upper Marlboro. Vera hates being in the Safe House, but three attractive distractions eventually keep her occupied and obedient.

Especially since she enjoys giving a little show in the cameras for them to see.

[calamity-calliope]

The Baptism of Moffett

(Or, what happened to Enoch when the light came.)

...

Enoch Moffett perked up as the lock on the door clicked. His head still hurt from where he had been struck, and because of his disorientation his night vision had not settled in. Still, he had the space of mind to reach for one of his guns. His fingers wrapped around the polished wooden grip as he pulled it from its oiled holster, that practiced hand of his holding it cautiously out in front of him.

All of a sudden, the door cracked open. A single hand made a brief appearance, to toss something into the room. Moffett instinctively raised his gun, but the door was closed as quickly as it was opened, and he was in the dark once again. He stood from his crouched position with a grunt, internally cursing his missed opportunity. As he reached up to rub the back of his head again, the entire room exploded with light.

The suddenness off it caused him to gasp, and his eyes widened in fear. He fell backwards, reaching an arm up to shield his face, but already his vision was compromised. The only thing he could see was brilliant gold.

His mindspace was buzzing. Memories faded in and out of existence. New thoughts filled his head. Thoughts that weren't his...

Who are you?

Moffett, Enoch Moffett.

How far you have come to a place you were never meant to be.

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.

Who are you?

I am one of Mosby's Men.

I remember a soldier, a soldier of the night.

As glides is seas the shark / Rides Mosby through green dark.

You were dangerous.

But Mosby's Men are there. / Of Mosby best beware.

And yet you have been so very lonely.

They are all dead, they are all dead.

Who?

Everyone. I miss them so.

I remember years in the desert.

I was far from my home.

And yet you thrived. Is your place not in the sun?

My place is wherever I am needed.

You are needed here.

Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!

My brother is who needs me.

I remember burying a brother.

Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;

He is dead, but I am going to avenge him.

Let us be your knife.

Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand

Us?

I, you, we, the children of Light.

Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.

And what if I refuse?

Then it will all have been for nothing.

All for the want of a horseshoe nail.

He sat up in the dark room, aware. Things had changed. No longer was there blackness around him. Gold had settled over his vision and the world seemed brilliant and glorious. There was a feeling of reassurance in his gut, a calming presence within him. No longer did the situation feel uneasy or wrong. He was assured of it.

He turned his head as again the door opened, a solitary figure standing silhouetted by the light of the hall beyond. He doffed his hat, and smiled. "Good morning."