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MONOPOLY — Armando Aretas [September Prompts] 🩶

A/N: I guess I’m remaining in my Armando writing bag but this was a request from: @dasaniswrlddd & this is mostly a Drabble small work that was also inspired by my boys who’s EP you should check the rest out after reading. It’s only fitting 😉 & you’re welcome!

S/N: the request included Armando dating an older woman, he’s twenty-eight so maybe the reader is thirty-eight? Forty’s? or as old as you are if you’re a older reader lol + mentions of a certain character from the film, “Rebel Ridge,” IYKYK 😉 + a little 🌶️ in there somewhere!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: ¹³⁾ frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise + ²⁰⁾ rich vanilla perfume.

SYNOPSIS: Armando’s not as good at hiding his feelings for you.

<- read my previous September anthology prompt here.

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when Armando was informed that you got hurt out in Italy, he made it his mission to get on the next flight. AMMO was working on a case that would require them to fly out there by the end of the week so he just went earlier, despite the knowing look detective Mike sent his way.

He knows his son became fond of you quickly once they worked with your team, although Armando tried to hide it, it became obvious to Mike. Watching Armando analyze every move you made with admiration and how you commanded orders within your own team. When your team got involved that meant it was more than serious and Secada always made your team the last option if AMMO needed back up. Things tended to get reckless in the moment but you always made sure to clean up well.

Over the last few years you haven’t been getting your hands as dirty, something Armando overheard you sharing with Secada and Detective Lowrey, having your team do most of the work while you supervised but that didn’t mean you forgot everything that you’ve learned. Which is why you have a dagger jammed up right against Armando’s throat, bag of frozen peas dropped to both of your feet as you had Armando pressed up against the wall of the villa out in Collesano.

“Armando,” you stated, “did you really think it was the best idea to sneak up on me?”

He lowers his raised hands, “that wasn’t really my intent.”

“Find that hard to believe.”

“…so you don’t trust me now?” He questioned while peering at you underneath his eyelashes and brimmed hat.

“I don’t trust anyone.”

Armando exhales at this. He doesn’t take it personal since it was someone on your team that ended up being a rat in the first place. Setting you up to be killed while also murdering one of your members you were closest to in cold blood and the way the rest of your team was ambushed, was the ultimate betrayal so he understood where this was coming from.

“Then why am I not dead yet?” His low voice inquires.

You smirked as you lowered the dagger, “the night is still young.”

Armando can’t help but to roll his eyes as you step back from him but he can’t help but to reach forward and pinch your chin, turning your face to the side as he viewed the damage done to your face first. He feels his jaw tighten at the long scar that traveled from the bottom of your ear to the curve of your jaw. It was the beginning of the symbol of an Italian gang here, blade pulled just right to begin the markings of an, “X,” in cursive but they didn’t get to finish the job.

Yet this would scar in more ways than one.

“Be a doll and grab those peas for me?” Your attempt to bring Armando’s attention elsewhere was noted as his eyes flicked back to yours for a moment, silently telling you that he wanted details and he was going to get them from your mouth instead of Secada’s and Mike’s.

He lowers himself, eyes locked on yours still as he reaches for the frozen bag, “where?”

You take the peas and place them underneath your shirt, where Armando gets a peek of your ribcage wrapped in a white bandage. He exhaled at that, relieved that you actually went to the hospital to get checked out. He knew how much you dreaded those visits.

You’re leaning against the island for support, as you take most of the pressure from standing upright and shift to your right—where there’s no bruising on that side of your ribs. “So…what brings you to Collesano? Did you finally decide that you needed a change of scenery from Miami and Mexico City?”

Armando gives you a deadpan glance as he fires back, “I never would have pictured Italy as a place to live low for you. Tell me, when did you buy this property?”

You scoff, stiffly shifting to grab that hard liquor that’s waiting in the square glass for you. Throwing it back with clenched eyes you respond, “Maybe I’m borrowing it.”

“From who?” Armando crossed his arms, “Terry?” He almost spits out the man’s name, which makes you quirk up a brow.

You start, “I’m not…doing this with you tonight so if you came here to brood or whatever—I’m not here for it.”

Armando stepped to you then, “I came here to be with you, no bullshit. Got here as fast as I could. Something the other guy isn’t even here doing.”

Sighing you dip your head as Armando has his heated stare locked only on you, “…while I appreciate that…I can take care of myself, thank you. I’m grown.”

“That you are,” Armando unapologetically scans his eyes over your frame before settling comfortably back on your face, “but there’s nothing wrong with letting someone in from time to time.”

“You should take your own advice, Aretas.” You huffed, as you searched his eyes, making him blink his own stare away as he rubbed at his beard in annoyance.

He was aware of what you were getting at. You’ve been around to see his interactions with Detective Mike Lowrey, even worked with him and Marcus previously when you first got your team together. Mike was certainly a ladies man and was damn good at his job…a little sloppy at times but as well as you knew Mike, you genuinely believed if he knew about Armando, he would have made an effort to be there even if it was painfully awkward. That was a conversation that was just as old as Armando’s opinion on “the other guy,” you were legally married to.

That’s right, you were technically spoken for.

To keep it simple it was a MACP thing really and a story for a different time!

“Yeah well clearly the both of us have the patience.” He states, his gaze going back to the scar on your face, “I’ll be back.”

Sarcastically you say, “aw but you just got here!”

Armando snorts as he starts backing away, “don’t worry mami, I’m not goin’ too far but try not to miss me too much.”

He winks.

“Oh, Please.” You scoff, turning to pour yourself another shot.

When Armando returns, it really wasn’t that long as you just managed to sit yourself up at the high chair by the island counter. That was a a job within itself thanks to your bruised ribs and you knew you could have easily picked one of the many couches in this villa, preferably the two seat sofa that’s right by the open window next to the kitchen but of course you liked to be difficult.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you feel Armando’s hands dig into your tense shoulders from behind. He gets a light whiff of your vanilla perfume, it’s usually potent—rich—enough that it lingers in the air whenever you’re near. Right now it’s faint but it still makes him want to trail his nose up the slope of your neck.

“Hey,” he begins, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

Looking over your shoulder, the exhaustion has settled on your face and in that moment it almost shocks Armando that you don’t put up a fight. He holds onto your hand as you take your time getting down from the chair, a firm but gentle hold goes around your waist as he leads the way to the full bath he managed to find on the first level of the home.

The water is steaming and just what you needed. Armando was always onto you and knew the moment he caught sight of you tonight, he no problem providing. You manage to peel your clothes off and Armando’s concern is all over his face once he gets to see the black, blue, and purple bruises with your back turned to him. Those weren’t the only ones on your beautiful body but the ones on your ribs were the most upsetting.

He regains his composure, springing forward to help lower you into the water, head going right back against the pillow along the tub. Your eyes are closed and he almost coached you to sleep, running the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek. He was falling deep and he only had himself to blame if you ever broke his heart.

Part of him believes you won’t.

This has been going on long enough for Armando to have faith in whatever this was. Even when he was locked up, your connection never seemed to falter. Call him a fool but Armando was certain he’s never felt this kind of a way about anybody before you.

He’ll cater to you and sure you’ll give him a hard time, initially finding it all fun and dangerous games at first but that all shifted pretty quickly although in Armando’s mind, it felt like forever for you to admit your truth.

That you were feeling him more than you wanted to too. Which is why you allowed him to stay with you, help you bathe and briefly come to terms with what all transpired, even if you tried to block it out.

Even when you laid on top of him afterwards in one of the foreign bedrooms, he didn’t let go of you as you listened to the thud of his heartbeat and he took on the weight of you, all of it because he loved you—even if you didn’t want to hear him say it.

You felt it then and even more now that he came all this way for you.

The both of you wouldn’t be getting any sleep due to past traumas but that was left in the dark of the room. There’s buzzing that fills the heavy silence, you reach out clicking on the phone to silence it before flipping it back over.

“That could be important.” Armando mumbled.

‘Could be your husband,’ He thinks to himself.

You sniff, shifting to rest your chin onto the back of your hand, “Nothing else is important right now.”

“Yeah?” Armando quizzes, tucking his own chin to look at you, heart beating even harder now underneath your hands.

Wincing you lean forward, lips hovering over his, “Yeah.”

That was all the confirmation Armando needed as he moves to cradle your head and quickly places his lips right on yours. There’s a sigh of relief that escaped your lips as you both go into a battle trying to take the lead, which makes you laugh and a usual faint dimple appear on one side of Armando’s cheek. It’s when his tongue touches yours and he gets a nice grip on your ass with both hands that the humor fizzles away.

Armando’s attentive as you slowly take your place on top, hands gripping your hips against the silk night slip that you’re in now. “You sure you should be—

He starts but one move, has his hold digging into your hips, his head thrown back while biting down on his bottom lip. A laugh escapes your lips and Armando has to peek at you while he soaks in the real feel of you, your hair is a curtain around your face shape and the smirk on your face picks at his ego but he can’t complain and say he isn’t fond of this position.

“What was that?” You tease, “Don’t worry about me baby, I got you.”

Armando has to remind himself to breathe and you haven’t moved yet. His suddenly damp hands slip against the material of your nightwear, but he had to watch as he slides it back. That image alone makes a grunt spill from his lips and that’s enough to let you continue but Armando is always ready for your games.

When you separate just enough, he gains leverage himself, angling his own hips upwards while choosing to guide your hips downwards this time, erupting a pretty noise from your mouth. It’s his turn to smirk up at you, when you snap your attention back to his eyes while you fall over. Your elbows are beside his head now since sitting upright wouldn’t work at this time and especially with Armando’s own move he just pulled.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

You scowl, “pendejo.”

That scowl releases when he places a lingering kiss right above where your new scar is. Gently he flips you both over and gazed at you so lovingly that some might say it was too much to bear.

It’s a pecking fight between your lips while Armando is on his knees but you can fight dirty when you want to and that gets him to move against you. Rocking you into the bed and loving you properly just like you knew he could.

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tonyspank · 1 year

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CHAPTER EIGHT | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, threesome, idk what else

Words: 5.8k

A/N: i dont know what to say

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"Hey, Olivia! Wait up." Eli says, jogging to the girl's side as she walks to her next class. Olivia smiled and slowed her pace. "What's up?" she asked, confused by the fact Eli was approaching her as it's normally the other way around. Eli hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was wondering if you're okay... I haven't really talked to you in a while."

Olivia looks around, letting out a, "Um..." Eli twists his lips, adjusting his bookbag straps. Olivia sighed. "I'm alright," she said, before giving Eli a small smile. "I've just been thinking about how one-sided everything was, you know?" Eli didn't need any other clues about what Olivia was talking about. It was obvious she was talking about you.

"I just find it immature and rude about how she couldn't have said something earlier. It's like she was trying to make me feel unwanted," Olivia continued. Eli nodded in a frown apparent on his face, "I'm sorry, Liv."

"It's alright," Olivia said. "I just wish she had been honest with me from the start. That would have been the mature thing to do." Eli nodded in agreement. He knew he couldn't change the situation, but he wanted to do something to help.

"Let me take you out for some ice cream. What do you say?" Olivia smiled, her bright eyes twinkling in the light. "Um...sure. I guess." She says, breathing out a small laugh.

Eli laughs as well, his face heating up from the sound she made. "Here, let me walk you to class." He held out his hand, and Olivia took it, a smile blooming on her face. He smiled back, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. They slowly made their way to class, content in the silence between them.

You and Eli were now at practice, doing a 1v1 drill your coach had suggested for the two of you. You take a step back, pump-faking before shooting the shot, which goes in successfully. Eli's face is blank and you're a bit concerned, he hasn't said anything this entire practice. You hand him the ball, a furrow in your brows. "E, what's wrong?"

Eli sighs, avoiding your gaze. "Why haven't you talked to Olivia yet?" He finally looks up, his expression softening. "That's pretty fucked up man. She was like for real sad about what's been going on between you two."

You look down, feeling ashamed. "I know, I just don't know what to say," you mumble. Eli looks at you sympathetically and says, "It's ok, just be honest with her. She deserves that much." You take a deep breath and nod, getting into position to guard Eli.

He looks at you for a few seconds before dribbling the ball. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." You say as Eli shoots it, swishing the shot. "No, talk to her today. You keep delaying it and never end up doing it." He grabs the rebound, standing in front of you.

You grab the ball from him, shrugging him off and walking behind the three-point line. You run to the paint for a layup but Eli blocks it, staring you down the entire time. "I'm being serious, Y/N."

You take a step back and feel your blood starting to rise. "I said I will." He stares at you, "And I said do it today. Not tomorrow." You scoff at his word choices and tone, "Why are you acting like my father?"

He narrows his eyes and steps closer. "And why are you acting like an asshole? How fucking hard is it to say two words?" You don't answer, you just turn and leave the gym, grabbing your bag as you exit. He doesn't call after you, and you don't look back, but you can feel his eyes on your back until you're out of sight.

You head home feeling frustrated and angry. You arrive home and sit on the couch, still replaying the scene in your head. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You know he was right, but you're still angry.

"You okay?" You hear Jenna ask, walking into the living room. You take another deep breath and nod. "Yeah, I'll be okay," you say, forcing a smile. Jenna places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

She squeezes your shoulder and stands up, a smile on her face. "Jenna! What if Jacob walked in here," you whisper yell, looking to see if he was present or not. Jenna just chuckles and shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Jacob is on a Zoom call for some meeting." You relax, a small smile forming on your lips.

You pull Jenna down, bringing her into a more intense kiss. Jenna wraps her arms around your neck, the two of you melting into each other. You pull away, breathless, and look into each other's eyes, smiling as your hearts beat fast. "Emma invited us to her place."

You hum, scanning her outfit. "Is that why you're wearing this yellow dress?" Jenna blushes, her cheeks turning a light pink. "Yes," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hoped you'd like it."

Your hands reach out and take her hands in yours. "I love it," you say, smiling. "It's beautiful, just like you." Jenna's cheeks turn even pinker, and a smile spreads across her face. She looks up at you, her eyes shining with joy. You lean in and kiss her softly. "Let me just shower then we can go."

She nods and you hurry off to the bathroom. You quickly get cleaned up and head back out to the living room, where Jenna is waiting. You both smile at each other and head out the door, hand-in-hand, ready for a night of fun and adventure.

When you arrived at Emma's house you were greeted with a hug and smile, and you both head inside. Emma's outfit was stunning and you could tell she was excited to spend time with you. You all settled into the living room. Emma pours three glasses of her favorite wine.

You furrow your eyebrows as she hands you one. "I'm underage." Emma laughs giving you a wink. "Don't worry, I won't tell," she said. You smile and take a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine as it ran down your throat.

Jenna smiles at you through her glass, her eyes twinkling with amusement. That's when you felt the tension in the room. It felt like you were left out of something. You look back and forth between her and Emma, trying to figure out what was going on. Jenna places down her glass as Emma turns down the music that's been playing for a short period of time.

Emma clears her throat and begins to speak. "Do you like your wine?" she says, a smile creeping across her face. "Mhm, it's pretty good. I haven't had it before." Emma and Jenna exchange a knowing glance and Jenna smiles standing up from the other couch.

Jenna walks over to you and sits down beside you, pressing a kiss onto your neck. She takes the glass of wine from your hand, setting it aside. She reaches up, gently cupping your face in her hands, and bringing your lips to hers. The two of them kiss tenderly, the taste of the wine still on your tongues.

You pull away glancing at Emma who smiles in response, walking over to sit down on the opposite side of you. Jenna leans into your ear, whispering. "Emma and I wanna share you. Are you up for that?" You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of having both Emma and Jenna's attention. You turn to Jenna and give a nod, and they both break into wide grins.

Jenna and Emma exchange a glance before Jenna leans in closer and lightly kisses your cheek. You blush in response while Emma places a few kisses on your neck. You close your eyes and savor the moment, enjoying the warmth of their affection.

Emma runs her fingers through your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. Jenna's hand begins unbuttoning your shirt, while Emma's hand slides up your thigh. You can barely contain your excitement as their touch sends sparks through your body. They lean away from you, facing each other before their lips meet in a passionate embrace.

They break away, exchanging a look of desire, before turning back to you. "Let's move to my room," Emma says, standing up from the couch. You nod eagerly, standing up and following them. Your heart races as you make your way to the bedroom, anticipation coursing through your veins. You can hardly believe what's about to happen and Jenna was so okay with the idea.

You enter the room, the door closing behind you. You look around, taking in the sight of the bedroom before finally turning back to Emma and Jenna. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you take the first step forward. "Why are you being so shy?" Jenna teases, a small smile on her lips. You furrow your eyebrows, your own lips curving up. "Um...I'm not shy."

Jenna laughed, her smile widening. Emma stepped forward and put her hand on your shoulder. "We know you're not shy. Let's just have some fun, okay?" She said and you nodded, finally feeling a little more relaxed.

You take off all your in a rush, almost falling over before your hands reach out to the women in front of you, undressing them with ease. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, but you pushed your fear aside and embraced the moment.

You carefully removed the last piece of clothing and stepped away to admire your work. They both giggles, turning around and teasing you as they finally stood naked in front of you.

You smiled and admired their beauty, crouching down in front of their asses. "I don't even know where to begin..." Jenna giggles, biting her lip. "You should see Emma's face right now. She's basically begging for it." She turns to Emma, giving her a wink. Emma blushes, her heart racing. She can feel the anticipation building up inside her.

You place a hand on Emma's hip, licking her wetness from behind. Emma gasps in pleasure as you start flicking your tongue around wildly. You can feel Emma's body trembling as you keep licking her.

Her muscles start tensing up and her breathing becomes heavier. Emma lets out a loud moan of pleasure as you continue to pleasure her while Jenna smiles at her reaction, finding this a bit too interesting.

Emma is now on the edge, unable to take any more pleasure as you continue to lick her. Suddenly, she comes in a powerful wave of pleasure. "Shit! I'm cumming!" Jenna watches as Emma breathes heavily, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Jenna smiles, feeling proud of you for making Emma come. "Good job, baby. Emma has never had an orgasm from just oral before."

You smile, feeling satisfied with yourself. Emma looks behind at you with a satisfied expression, her eyes twinkling. While Jenna shakes her ass in your face, "Let's see if you can go two for two." You let out a small laugh before placing both your hands on Jenna's ass, spreading them apart before you slip your tongue inside her, feeling her wetness as she lets out a pleasured moan.

You slide your hands around her hips and pull her closer as you keep thrusting your tongue inside of her. Emma places a hand on Jenna's stomach, watching her reaction. Jenna's eyes are shut tight, her mouth agape. Jenna's breathing is becoming labored as she lets out a moan. "Y/N..."

"You heard that? She likes it, Y/N. Keep going." Emma smiles, her face alight with pleasure as she watches Jenna. Your hands slide up across Jenna's body, eliciting more moans from the woman in your arms. Emma takes a step back, watching as Jenna bites down on her lip, balling her fist up.

Jenna's body trembles as you keep going, the pleasure so intense that it's almost too much for her. She lets out a long, loud moan as you reach the peak, and her body is wracked with pleasure. "Fuckkkkk!"

Jenna collapses into your arms, her body still trembling with pleasure. You hold her close, the two of you basking in the afterglow. Emma looks on, a satisfied smirk on her face. Jenna pulls away, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looks into your eyes and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. You feel a warmth in your chest, a feeling of contentment and joy. Emma smiles at the two of you, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Two for two!" You laugh a goofy smile on your lips. Jenna playfully rolls her eyes, lifting herself up from you. "Have you ever gotten a rimjob?" You shake your head at Emma's question. Emma laughs, winking at Jenna. "No one has eaten my chocolate dropper." You tell Emma and Jenna's face scrunches up in response.

Jenna and Emma laugh, with Emma lightly punching you in the arm. "You're outrageous," Jenna says, shaking her head. The girls both drop to their knees, Emma behind you and Jenna in front of you.

Jenna grabs your dick, stroking you a bit, holding eye contact. Emma slides her hands down your back before, grabbing a hold of your ass. Jenna starts to move her hand faster, causing you to moan in pleasure. "That feels so good, Jen."

Emma takes the opportunity to stick her tongue into your rear end, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Woah!" Jenna laughs at your reaction. "How is it?" You shake your head, trying to think of the right words. "It's...something. It's not bad!"

Jenna giggles before taking you into her mouth. You feel a wave of pleasure rush through your body as Jenna begins bopping her head, almost taking all of you into her mouth.

You can feel Emma's tongue lapping against your bottom and a moan escapes your lips as Jenna increases her tempo. All too soon, Jenna pulls away, leaving you panting and wanting more. She looks up at you with a satisfied smirk and you know that you'll never forget this moment. You take a few moments to recover, before turning to Emma with a smile. "That was something else."

Emma just laughs as Jenna says, "Get on the bed." You eagerly hop onto the bed, lying on your back. Emma and Jenna join you on the bed, arching their backs as their mouth makes its way to your penis.

Emma and Jenna take turns licking your penis with their tongues, teasing your most sensitive parts. They move their mouths up and down the length of your shaft, letting their tongues swirl around the head of your penis. "Shit," You grab the sheet under you, unable to contain your pleasure.

They pull away and Jenna holds you by your balls. "I wanna see you suck her off." She says to Emma. Emma takes you into her mouth, sucking hard on your cock as Jenna watches. Jenna's eyes light up with pleasure as she watches Emma pleasure you.

She takes her hand and guides Emma's head, pushing her down further onto your shaft. You moan in pleasure as Emma moves faster, her lips feeling like silk against your skin.

Jenna can't take her eyes off the sight, her breathing fast and shallow. "I'm so close, shit." You whisper. Jenna smirks at this as Emma lets you go, smiling herself.

"You guys are too much," You mumble out, sitting up on the bed. Jenna laughs, her eyes sparkling. She moves closer to you, her hand tenderly brushing your cheek. "What are you waiting for?" She says, her voice low and quiet. "Come fuck me."

You take her in your arms, and your kiss is full of longing and desire. You lay Jenna on her back and Emma grabs her legs, holding them for her as you enter the brown-haired woman.

You thrust into her slowly, savoring the sensation of being connected to her. Jenna gasps groping herself as her mouth falls open. "Fuck, baby. You're so deep!" You keep thrusting, feeling a wave of pleasure building up inside you.

Emma's blue eyes stare at you, filled with desire. You quicken your pace as your desire intensifies, and you can feel Jenna's body trembling beneath you. Jenna's head throws back in elation, "I'm cumming!"

You let out a deep moan as you watch her cum, as her body shudders with pleasure. Emma wraps a hand around your neck, and you kiss her passionately. Jenna bites her lip at you both, smiling.

You pull away, both of you breathless. You pull out of Jenna with a deep groan before Emma places herself between Jenna's legs. Emma's tongue begins to work its magic as she arches her back into you. Jenna moans and her hips move in rhythm with Emma's motions. You slip inside the woman in front of you, keeping eye contact with Jenna the entire time.

You start thrusting in tandem with Emma, and soon all three of you are caught in a passionate frenzy of pleasure. Jenna's breath comes in gasps and Emma's moans fill the room. "It's so hot watching you fuck her," Jenna gasps out, a loud moaning following.

Jenna's body vibrates as she reaches another climax, Emma following right behind her. Emma collapses against Jenna and you pull out and lay down next to them, all of you panting and sweaty. "You're not tapping out already are you?" Jenna asks teasingly. You immediately shake your head. "Of course...not!" You pant, breathless.

Emma smiles, "I thought you played basketball? Your stamina is pretty shitty." You laugh and sit up, leaning on your arms. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm an unstoppable force on the court!" You reply, grinning. Jenna laughs and rolls her eyes, "Sure you are, champ!"

Jenna brings you into a heated kiss, pressing her body against yours and deepening the kiss. You wrap your arms around her waist and hold her close. Eventually, you break apart, and you both look into each others eyes, both with silly grins on your faces. "Let's prove it," you say, lifting her up on top of you so she can straddle you.

You smile, "I did earlier." Emma shakes her head, laughing. "That was nothing." In sync Jenna lowers herself onto you as Emma sits on your face, facing Jenna. You let out a groan as you feel the two of them on top of you.

The sensation of them both pressed against you is overwhelming. Emma starts to move her hips in a slow circle, pushing her warmth against your face. While Jenna begins rocking her hips, your eyes close and you are lost in the pleasure of the moment. Emma moans and Jenna giggles as the sensations take over.

"She's twitching so much Emma," Jenna giggles, biting down on her lip as she raises her hips. Emma grins and nods as Jenna's hips start to move faster. Your breathing becomes more labored as Jenna's hips continue to move in circles, spelling out a word.

Jenna mumbles something incoherent as she groans out in pleasure, her body shaking as the word is spelled out completely. Emma looks up at you Jenna with a smile, bringing her best friend into a kiss.

Jenna's eyes flutter open as she looks at Emma with a lazy smile, her cheeks flushed. Emma's body starts to shake and soon she lets out a loud moan, a liquid coating your face. Jenna's eyes close again as Emma's body relaxes, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. They remain still for a moment, enjoying the moment of peace and pleasure, before getting up and lying down again. "Cum on our faces, Y/N."

You sit up on your knees, kneeling above the women under you as you stroke yourself, bringing yourself closer to an orgasm. You cry out as you come, your pleasure spilling over the two beautiful women beneath you. They both look up, eyes gleaming in satisfaction, as you lay down between them, letting out a chuckle. "Best. Day. Ever."

They laugh before getting up to clean themselves off, "Guys." You say after them, and they both hum in response. "Let's not tell Eli about this. I think he'll actually murder me." They both nod, agreeing to keep this a secret.

It's been a couple of days since your secret happened, and you were chasing after Olivia in hopes to give her an apology. "Olivia!" You call after the girl. She turns around at the sound of your voice. She smiles and walks back to you. You send her a sad smile, "I just wanted to apologize for um, being childish and not communicating with you about my feelings and intentions." Olivia nods in understanding and reaches out to give you a hug.

You hug back tightly and feel a sense of relief wash over you. "It's okay. I appreciate you for apologizing, I've gotten over it though. I hope we can still be friends." You smile and nod. "Me too, I'd like that." You hug again and then part ways. Olivia waves goodbye and you watch her walk away, feeling a weight of guilt being lifted off your shoulders.

Time to get home.

Meanwhile, Jenna was asleep in bed. She had felt extremely tired this morning so you took the bus to school. Jacob was unaware of her tiredness and he had just gotten off the phone with his boss. Jacob had been given a work assignment that was due at the end of the day, but he wanted to spend some time with his fiancée before he stressed himself out about work.

He crawls into the bed, pressing a kiss onto Jenna's forehead. Jenna stirs, her eyes fluttering open. Jacob smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss on her lips, but before their lips meet Jenna places a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

She looks up at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Good morning," she says, her voice still thick with sleep. Jacob just smiles, leaning in for another kiss. She turns her hand, covering her mouth as she yawns.

"Why do you keep ducking my kisses?" Jacob laughs. He straddles the girl, smiling. "I'm in the mood and I miss you." She shakes her head, "I'm not in the mood, sorry Jacob." He sighs and sits up, looking away. "I understand, but it just seems like you're never in the mood. We haven't seen each other in months." She sits up in the bed. "I'm just tired."

Jacob caresses her face and gently kisses her forehead. "What's wrong?" She takes a deep breath and tears begin forming in her eyes. She turns away and begins crying. Jacob wraps his arms around her, holding her close. "It's ok, I'm here for you. You can tell me anything."

She takes another deep breath, "Jacob...I think I'm pregnant." Jacob sits in shock before pulling away from her. His mouth starts forming a wide smile. He looks into her eyes and says, "This is the best news I've ever heard. We're going to be parents." She looks up at him, her eyes still filled with tears. Jacob gently takes her face in his hands and wipes away her tears. "I'm going to be a dad!"

He stares at Jenna, noticing the sad look in her eyes. And that's when the realization hits. His happy face turns into shock and then anger. He lets go of her and takes a step back. "What have you done?" he says in a stern voice. "You—You really cheated on me?!"

Jenna starts to cry, and she hangs her head in shame. "I'm sorry," she whispers. He shakes his head in disbelief. "I can't fucking believe you!"

You walk through the front door, bopping your head as your headphones blast at full volume, unaware of the argument going on upstairs. Jenna looks up at him, tears streaming down her face. She quickly gets up from the bed rushing downstairs. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Jacob yells after her, following her downstairs.

Jenna ignores him, rushing to the kitchen looking for her keys. She grabs her keys and turns to face him. "I'm leaving," she says, her voice shaking. "I cheated on you, Jacob. It's clear we're not happy anymore." Jacob stares at her, stunned. He's speechless as she turns away, but stops her, harshly grabbing her wrist.

"Let me go," Jenna says, her voice barely a whisper. He stares into her eyes, his grip tightening. "I won't let you go," he says. "I won't let you leave me like this."

Jenna struggles to break free, but his grip is too tight. She looks into his eyes, pleading for him to let her go. His face softens and he lets her go, "Jenna, please."

A hand runs through his hair. "I don't care if you cheated! I love you, okay? Stay with me, please? I came here so we could fix things, didn't I? So, let's fix it!" She stepped closer, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't love you anymore. This isn't healthy Jacob."

Jacob's face fell, his eyes widening in disbelief. He stepped away, the hurt evident in his expression. "But I thought... I thought you said you still loved me." She shook her head sadly. "I did, but things have changed. I can't do this anymore." She goes to turn away, but Jacob stops her, dropping to his knees.

He reaches for her hand, begging her to stay. "Please, I can't bear to lose you. I love you too much." She looks down at him, her face softens, and then she shakes her head. "It's over, Jacob. I'm sorry." His hand drops to his side. He stares up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. You walk into the kitchen, slowly taking off your headphones. Jacob slowly stands up, turning his head to you.

You look between the two, not knowing what to say. Jacob quickly wipes his face as Jenna makes her way toward you, rubbing a hand on your forearm. "I have to tell you something," Jenna whispers to you, her voice trembling. You can feel her body shaking as she holds onto your arm. "Jenna, what's wrong?" You ask, staring into her brown eyes before looking at Jacob.

Jacob shakes his head, sighing as he rubs his temples. Jenna takes a deep breath and looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm pregnant," she whispers, before burying her face in your shoulder, her body heaving with sobs. You hold her close, unsure of what to say.

You feel her pain and her fear, and you know that everything is going to change. You take a deep breath and whisper "We'll get through this, together."

Jenna nods against your chest, tears still streaming down her face. You gently stroke her hair, letting her know you'll help her along the way, every second. Jacob stares at the two of you, his heart basically shattering.

"It's you..." he mumbles, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Jenna looks up at Jacob with a teary smile. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Jacob...I'm so sorry." Jacob shakes his head, her temper beginning to rise. Jacob steps back and looks away.

"What happens when she decides you're too much for her and she wants her youth back, huh? You're just creating another you... Making her settle down so young just to end up unhappy. That's supposedly what happened to you, right? What happens when her parents find out?" He says, his voice low and soft, but obviously filled with confusion and anger.

She bites her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "That won't happen," she says firmly. "I love her and I'm not going anywhere." Jacob scoffs, "Jenna you let an eighteen-year-old get you pregnant! She's still in high school!"

Jenna glares at him. "That doesn't matter. We can make this work, I know we can." Jacob shakes his head. "You're delusional." He turns away, unable to watch or listen anymore. Jenna takes a deep breath and watches Jacob leave.

Jacob slams the door, not even going upstairs for his things. You stand there a bit before turning back to Jenna, wiping the tears from her eyes. Jenna takes a few moments to compose herself before turning to you. "I'm sorry for that," she says with a sad smile. You shake your head, your mind on one thing only.

"When did you find out?" Jenna looks away, her voice shaking. "Yesterday," she whispers. "I just didn't know how to tell you." You pull her into a hug, rubbing her back softly. "I'm still shocked we're pregnant."

Jenna looks up at you, a mixture of joy and fear on her face. You kiss her forehead, reassuring her that you are both going to be ok. She takes a deep breath and smiles, knowing that you are in this together.

Here you were, back at your dining room table, except it wasn't as full as it was last time. You, Jenna, Eli, and your parents surrounded it. You told your parents to come home early due to an emergency, and Eli had come over as well due to the fact you texted him an SOS.

You all looked at each other, not quite sure what to say. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, the only movement was the occasional shifting in a chair. Finally, Jenna spoke up, breaking the silence.

"I have some news..." Your eyes glance at Jenna before staring at your parents. There's no way she's not going to ease her way into this? "Me and Jacob have split." Your parents' eyes widened in surprise, unsure of what to say. There was a moment of stunned silence.

Your mom was the first one to speak, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." Your dad cleared his throat, grabbing Jenna's hand. Jenna gave your dad's hand a gentle squeeze before speaking up, "It'll be alright, I wasn't happy anyway."

Eli mumbles something only you can hear, "Good riddance." You look at Eli, shaking your head at him. You turn away from Eli, not wanting to see the smug look on his face. You take a deep breath and look around the room, feeling the tension in the air.

You can see the worry and sadness on your parent's faces, and you know that worry is going to change into confusion and anger once Jenna tells them you got her pregnant.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare for the inevitable storm that's coming. You know this situation will change everything and you're not sure if it will be for the better. "Are you okay?" Your dad asks, his eyebrows pushed together. Jenna nods, "Yeah. I'm fine. Y/N has been there for me."

Jenna gives your dad a reassuring smile as your mom sends you a tight-lipped smile in appreciation, you nod back at her, but your heart is racing. "We uh, actually have something to tell you." Jenna's gaze drops to her hand that's engulfed in your dad's, biting her lip.

Your dad glances at your mom confused, smiling. "What is it?" Eli's eyes widen as he realizes what Jenna's about to admit. "Y/N and I are... um... we're dating." Jenna smiles nervously, awaiting his response. Your parents exchange looks before your dad speaks. "Well, that's unexpected," he says with a chuckle. "Ummmm..." Your mom says, letting out her own laugh.

"But if you two are happy, then that's all that matters," your dad continues. Your mom nods in agreement, a smile on her face. "It's unexpected, but if you guys take it slow, then we can support you both." They exchange a glance and you can tell that they are both in agreement. You scratch your nose, "We have more news too..."

Your parents look at each other, a mix of surprise and anticipation in their eyes. "What is it?" your mom asks. You take a deep breath and tell them the rest. "Jenna is... Jenna's pregnant, and I'm the parent."

They both looked stunned. "What are you going to do?" your dad asked. You took a deep breath and said, "We'll figure it out together." Your mom shakes her head, "Honey. Listen to me, you're in high school, okay? You have many more years to have a baby! Right now you need to focus on basketball and your education."

You looked at them both and sighed. "I know," you said. "But we're going to keep it." Your dad nodded his head, not knowing what else to say. But your mom finds the words for him, "What are you going to do? Drop out of school?" You shook your head. "No, I'm going to find a way to make it work."

Jenna places a hand on your thigh. " We'll figure it out together, don't worry." You smiled at her, grateful for her support. You looked at your parents, determined to make it through this. "I'm taking responsibility guys." Jenna squeezed your thigh, nodding in agreement. Your parents shared a look before they both sighed in relief.

Your dad stands up, his chair screeching against the tile. "I need a quick breather." Your mom watches him walk away, frowning at you. "Y/N, we worked hard so you could be the opposite of us. We wanted you to go big places with your opportunities." She sighed and shook her head. "I just want you to remember that." She turns around, following your dad.

You glance at Eli, completely forgetting he was here. He's been staring at the two of you with a blank face, not moving a muscle. You feel a lump in your throat, and you don't know why you're feeling so emotional.

Eli quickly gets up wrapping his hands around your throat playfully, shaking your body. He laughs, and you can't help but laugh too. You hug him tightly, grateful for his presence. "I'm going to be an uncle!"

You smile and look into Eli's eyes, seeing the joy that has been missing for so long. He smiles back, and you know that things will be alright. You also know Eli would be the perfect uncle to your child.

"Have you thought of names?" Eli's face lights up and he starts listing off names he likes. You can't help but smile. Jenna playfully rolls her eyes at your best friend, calming herself down from the conversation she just had with your parents. "But like really! Kian is a cute name. It means king or like the grace of god." You furrow your eyebrows, "What if it's a girl?"

"Kia! Duh!" Jenna starts to laugh. Eli joins in, and soon the three of you are in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. You can't help but appreciate the silly moment, and you feel your worries start to fade away.

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wayfayrr · 10 months

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I can't believe that I almost missed Sky's aniversary!!! happpy twelvth birthday to skyward sword! <3 I'd just like to say thank you to @yourlocaltreesimp for reblogging something that reminded me that today is the boys birthday - this peice is all because of them I wrote it in 40 mins so sky could have something for his bd before the date changes It's a continuation on my self aware sky fic with some headcanons and a small drabble under the cut about how the both of you celebrate his birthday <3

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✦ After about a month and a half of being with you, the both of you are quite used to living together. With Sky getting a grip on how to handle being a real flesh and blood person now - the both of you have even started on getting paperwork sorted for him to be recognised as a real person even if he’s never seen apart from your side

✦ The past few days though he’s had this energy around him, like a little kid excited for their - oh that's right, you’d almost forgotten the anniversary of his game was coming up. No wonder why he’d be so excited about it.

✦ In the time it’s taken you to realise the date he’s taken his chance to be a little more clingy, you can blame nostalgia for him wanting to be closer. The feeling of the day he was created making him come to terms with just how lucky he was to be standing right next to you - his saviour lover.

✦ If you were to do anything for him, say buy him gifts, treat him to an expensive meal, take him for a date, set aside the day for him or heck even spend the morning in bed cuddling with him? He’d fall for you all over just being flattered to the core over how much you care about him, if there was even a sliver of a chance of him loosing his possessive tendencies before that chance is shattered beyond repair now. You’re his and he’s never letting go.

✦ with how nostalgic he’s gotten, it’s not all that much of a surprise that he’s asked if he can play through the game on his own, with you sitting right next to him naturally

“Are you sure about this Link? I mean I’ve not touched it since you well, since you crawled out. Who’s to say that he won’t figure it out as well?”

“It should be fine, what would be the odds of it happening twice? Besides if it does I’d bet he’ll feel the same way my dove.”

He’s not certain which is as clear as day, of course he doesn’t have a clue what could happen if he plays. What would happen if the version of himself he plays as hates him more than anything? If he gets jealous? If he tries to bring him back? Link hasn’t considered any of that, not that I can hold it against him. After that first day out of the game he’s mellowed out so much, it really was his desperation that made him terrifying - not that that doesn’t slip out every now and then of course. If he really wants to play? We’ll deal with the consequences of it together.

“If you’re really sure then love, want me to grab some snacks while you set up the switch?”

“I’d love that, thank you, darling.”

A soft kiss to my cheek is all that I need to become a blushing mess as he moves to turn everything on, including the new tv I had to buy after he shattered the old one, not too expensive but still more of a hassle than I wanted to have to deal with. Seeing as he’s never had any previous experience with any technology like this he’s picked it up like a natural, so in no time at all we’re back to sitting together on my couch to play. It’s nice like this, all gentle and domestic. If you didn’t know Link wasn’t originally a ‘real’ person you wouldn’t even be able to tell, he fits in like he was always supposed to be here with me. The clothes he’s nicked only adding onto that feeling of belonging like he’s just any other boyfriend stealing his partner's clothes.

“Guess now is the moment of truth to whether or not I’ll be dealing with another nuisance stealing my heart then.”

“I wouldn’t let him take your heart, that belongs to me and only me.”

“Alright then, are you gonna make a save then my lovable anomaly or are you just gonna threaten someone you’re not sure even exists?”

“I’m making it my dearest player, I just had to make sure you were fully certain of where I stand.”

True to his word, he did make a save file - although he did name it something different than his own name - not before kissing me yet again though. Playing it with him was nice, seeing his reactions to his past where he didn’t have to get traumatised? It’s one of the sweetest things I've seen in a long while. It did seem I was right though, he didn’t manage to get to demise before we had a shocked link staring at the both of us like his world had been ripped apart. His reaction was so different to my link’s though.

He’s petrified.

“Wh- What’s going on - who are you both – wh- wh-” … “And why do you look just like me?”

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #lu sky #self aware au #self aware lu #moss✦writes

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marvel-snape-writes · 2 months

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Hear me out, I have an idea… 🫣

To write about a sleazy, emotionally constipated, older man having an affair is one of my favourite things to write about ever. Naturally, for that reason, Alan’s character, Harry, in Love Actually has always been my favourite character in the film. As I mentioned in a previous post, every now and again I get the STRONGEST urge to write some smutty drabble about Harry finally giving in and being unfaithful to his wife — (which I would like to reinstate I know as a collective that we all hate the fact that he breaks Emma Thompson’s heart, I just like writing sleazy smut😬🤣). I never expected anyone to even be interested in reading such a niche fanfic storyline, so I was pleasantly surprised to find out that some people would! Because of this, I have decided to create something that will consist of several one-shots that will all be under the main title name of ‘Bad Harry’, just like he signs his Christmas present… to his wife. 🫣 Each one-shot will just be a different take on how he and another original female character go about their little affair and the close calls they may have in the midst of it all – and will be under the picture above and hashtag of ‘Bad Harry’. It is set after Mia, so she may be mentioned in passing, but the name I have decided to give the original female character is ‘Arabella’. Each ‘chapter’ so to speak won’t necessarily follow on from one another, but the first one I publish will be the beginning of their affair. Like the film, it’s going to be set around Christmas, so I may not post this until later in the year… although, I’m currently a fair way into writing the first one-shot and it is getting rather hot 😮‍💨 I guess what I’m trying to gauge is whether anyone would be interested in reading this little ongoing thing? 👀

If anyone’s interested, I can also post a snippet of what I’ve written so far for ‘the beginning’ of their affair, or I can keep it a complete surprise…

If you would like to be tagged in each published one-shot, please let me know! Please also feel free to let your wildest Harry/Alan fantasies come to life and send me any requests for any situations you’d like me to write about between the two of them - make it as smutty, sneaky, reckless, or daring as you like! 🫶

Here’s a little reminder of the sleazy boss in action 🤭 thank you to whoever created these gifs, let me know if they’re yours! 😁♥️

(Also, please don’t think I won’t be continuing with my Snape one-shots and requests, they are still very much being written and open as the number one priority!)

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 11 months

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Hey, I fucking LOVE your work and I was wondering… do you remember the fic of bbg keegan? The ‘(Don’t) go to war’? Is there a part 2? And if there isn’t, can we please get one?

Have good day, person who feeds me with their fics (yum)

—When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

“You’re going to fall over, idiot,” you comment dryly to the man who struggles to walk across the room as he uses the wall as a crutch. Keegan and you were still recovering from the wounds of your previous mission—you with your shot shoulder and him his exploded side.

“Guess that means you can come over and help, huh?” Keegan grumbles, a glare meeting your raised brow.

“I wasn’t the one who decided to move around. I’m pretty comfortable over here if I do say so myself.”

“Gettin’ on my nerves again.” You smirk from the hospital’s reclining chair, head tilting.

The man was trying to get his exercise in, for whatever reason, and he found the best option for that was walking laps. You weren’t about to fault his instinctual nature as a soldier, but the way he’d gotten out of bed in only a hospital gown and uttered to you that he was ‘sick and tired of doing nothing’ was something that even a chocolate bar couldn’t beat right now.

Your smirk doesn’t leave. “I don’t know how you expected anything less, Russ.”

A scowl makes you snort.

“Keegan,” you level, “just take a breather, would you? You’re going to aggravate your wound and I’m not sittin’ through you grunting about your pulled stitches.”

“Can’t sit here any longer,” he grumbles. “Gettin’ antsy, Sweetheart.”

Your body nearly shivers at that. Sweetheart—that was a new one. You sigh softly, frowning.

All at once you stand and rub at the top of your sling, itching the strap before your feet pad over the tile to Keegan as his blue eyes shift over to yours. Your hand is leveled out in front of him, and after a moment he takes it, jaw clenched in the slight ache of his wound.

“You’re making yourself look old.” You state casually. “It’s embarrassing to watch.”

A dead glare is all you get before your eyes roll.

“C’mon, Old Timer, let’s get back to bed and I’ll call in your mashed potatoes for supper.”

“Stop it.”

“...What, do you want jello instead, I can ask for that no problem—” Lips are shoved to yours, severing the words from your mouth as you gasp; eyes fluttering wide before they fall back down like feathers.

Keegan kisses you heavily, his nose puffing breaths onto your cheek before he once more pulls back and stares at you.

“You need to know when to cut yourself off, Princes.” He smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

Your face is molten lava, and after a stuttering moment, you let him lean on you as you drag him back to bed.

“You’re a pain in my ass, Keegan.”

“Likewise.”

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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could you please do a drabble abt toxic! xavier wanting the reader to basically cut off all her friends

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: toxic relationship, toxic!xavier, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 1k

disclaimer: disclaimer: all characters in my works are at least 18. there is dark and triggering content in this, as stated above. consider what you are comfortable with reading before you continue. your media consumption is your responsibility, not mine.

¡ wednesday masterlist !

You stared at the ceiling, feet propped up on your boyfriends headboard, dark nail polish drying on your toes. You blew out a breath, feeling your annoyance grow with each passing second.

They were supposed to be there hours ago. Xavier had told you so. He had been so kind making plans for you, inviting all of your friends to go out with you after such a long time. You felt bad for neglecting them, but Xavier somehow managed to take up every second of your life. Not that you minded, of course. You loved him.

Sometimes though, the odd comment about missing your friends would slip from your lips along with a saddened pout. You never missed the way his eyes would flash, appearing dark for a spilt second before returning to their regular, lovely green. His smile would be dimmed as he reached to touch you in any way, “what about me?” he’d say, “don’t you miss me?”

You knew he wasn’t a huge fan of your friends, which is why it caught you by surprise when he pulled away from your lips the previous night, running a gentle hand down your cheek as he told you of your plans. You were ecstatic, hugging him tightly for doing something so nice. You didn’t think twice when he slipped your phone away from you as he mounted you, hiding it in a place you couldn’t pay attention to, too busy adjusting to the feel of him pumping in and out of you.

You weren’t able to find you phone this morning, even as you opened every drawer and rummaged through all of his belongings. You hated when he did that. You’d go days without your phone, weeks, sometimes, but that was only when you were being punished. You had done nothing wrong this time, you were sure if it. You didn’t want to be punished ever again after last time.

The doorknob shook, capturing your attention. You sat up hurriedly, bored out of your mind and truthfully, sad and disappointed. You sat at the edge of his bed, flattening your skirt as your pout grew.

Xavier’s messy head of hair met your eyes as he slipped inside, moving gracefully. His long, brown locks draped in front of his face as he looked down before he lifted his head, shaking out his hair. He smiled at you as he moved a stray strand from near his mouth, turning to lock the door.

When he faced you again, his smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows furrowed in worry, “did something happen?” He rushed to your side, cupping your face with his cold hands. He pecked your lips quickly, the look in his eyes told you that he couldn’t resist.

“They didn’t show up,” you said sadly. Your lips wobbled and your eyes stung. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he appeared confused. “My friends left me waiting all day,” you said, flipping at the thin fabric of your skirt.

Realization seemed to hit him. He must’ve forgotten about making the plans, you told yourself. “Aw,” he mirrored your pout, “baby I’m sorry. They promised they’d be here.” Xavier sighed, “I guess we can’t trust anyone, can we?”

You didn’t reply, unsure of how to answer. You licked your lips, “Maybe I can text them? Maybe they forgot? Or maybe they got lost on the way here?”

His jaw twitched and he hummed, “why would you do that? They obviously don’t want to see you.”

You looked away from him, “I could always just make sure.”

He was silent. “Okay,” he took his hands off your face, “text them.”

You rolled the fabric of your skirt between your fingers, “my phone?”

“Your phone?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “you have it, don’t you?”

He looks was looking at you in a way that made you nervous, causing you to revert your eyes again. “Why would I have your phone?”

“You- um, you took it away.”

“Why would I do that?” He stared at you, an incredulous look on his face. “You’re just going to assume that I took your phone because, what, you misplaced it?”

You pursed your lips, glancing around the room. “I didn’t,” you said quietly.

“They wouldn’t reply anyway,” he said, throwing his hands up weakly. “They don’t like you.”

You felt a sting in your eyes again, pricking at the corners. “Why would you say that?” A tear fell without your permission, sliding down the curves of your face. More and more fell after that, rolling down in pairs and meeting each other in the palm of your hand as you raised it to cover your eyes.

“Babe,” Xavier sighed, pulling you to him. One of his hands grabbed the one concealing your face, holding it tight as he pulled it into his lap. The other used the pads of his fingers to swipe at the salty tears as they were pushed out of your eyes with every blink.

“You don’t need them. You have me.”

“I know but-“

“But what?” He snapped, “am I not enough for you? Because you’re everything to me.”

“Of course you are!” You hurried, sniffling as your eyes widened. “I just-“ you sighed. “Never mind.”

“What do you need them for anyway,” his gaze flickered around your face. He leaned in to give you a slow kiss, gripping your chin between his fingers. He began to lay kisses along your jaw, trailing them down your neck. His hands kneaded your thighs, pushing up your skirt with every swipe of his hands. “They can’t make you feel like I can,” he whispered.

You looked at the ceiling at he pushed you flat on your back, pushing your skirt higher as he sank lower until he was kneeling between your legs. Your panties were removed as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, tugging them to your knees and watching as they fell to your ankles. He spread your thighs, biting at the flesh as he worked his way to your cunt that grew wetter with each kiss.

“You know that, right?”

You glanced down at him, meeting his gaze immediately. He bit your hip meanly, “right?”

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taste-thewaste · 3 months

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tummy fic + a cat making biscuits? I feel like those two BELONG TOGETHER

i love this so much kayla!! you're right they do belong together big thanks to @bigassbowlingballhead and @basil-bird for the help brainstorming cat names ily

read on AO3 instead (I'm posting all these drabbles on there)

“Alex, did you feed Paul?” Henry asks from his lazy spot on the couch where he’s lying and watching Bake-Off. Alex looks up from the end of the couch, book in hand at their tiny gray kitten with ice blue eyes, who lets out a distressed yowl from where he’s sitting on the floor. “No, but since I’m not the one who named him Paul…” Alex says, trailing off. Henry leans over and scoops up the kitten, who squeaks up at his daddy, and holds him out to Alex. “Look at him. Look at his eyes. He is Paul Hollywood, darling. And watch!” Henry takes the kitten’s paw gently and shakes it with a look on his face that can only be described as glee. “A Hollywood handshake!” Alex sighs and rolls his eyes fondly. “Fine. The cat looks like Paul Hollywood. I’ll go feed him.” He shoves Henry’s feet off of his lap and goes into the kitchen and pours some food into Paul’s bowl. Henry smiles as Paul jumps down and watches as Alex runs a hand down the cat’s back gently. “Eat up for Papa, gatito,” Alex says softly, and Henry melts. Alex hadn’t wanted to get a cat, but Henry had found Paul lonely and cold outside of the shelter and he’d fit into their lives almost seamlessly. David had even taken to him right away, so Alex couldn’t say no, and now he’s clearly fallen in love with him, too. Henry feels his eyes growing heavy as he focuses back on the T.V., where it’s bread week and people are muddling their way through a complicated yeasted dough recipe. Alex sits down heavily in his previous spot and Henry replaces his feet in Alex’s lap. He watches as someone kneads a pile of dough and then chuckles. “Ha, look, baby, it’s you!” He reaches over and pinches Henry’s belly and then tickles him. “Hey!” Henry yelps and wiggles away from Alex. “Someone made a truckload of pasta for dinner, that’s not my fault,” Henry says haughtily. He has gotten a touch thicker through the middle lately, but he doesn’t mind much and Alex positively loves it. He’s constantly poking and prodding and grinding up against him, so neither of them are complaining. “Someone looks cute with a tummy full of pasta, what can I say,” Alex says with that wicked smile of his that drives Henry insane and a steadying hand on his belly. Alex kisses him gently and then goes back to his book. Henry stretches, his t-shirt riding up a little and exposing just a bit of his tummy. Then he sighs, closes his eyes. Henry wakes up to the insistent feeling of something pressing on his belly and the accompanying jubilant laugh of his boyfriend. He opens his eyes and is met with those piercing blue eyes of Paul’s, and it takes Henry a moment to register what’s happening. “I told you that your tummy looked like bread week, and Paul agrees with me,” Alex says as he continues to chuckle. “He’s making biscuits!” Paul’s sitting on Henry’s lap and his paws knead up and down on Henry’s belly and Henry can’t help but laugh. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with this,” Henry says and he sighs happily. “You’re right, I’m glad we got a cat,” Alex says with another chuckle, and they go back to watching T.V., reading a novel, and finishing up a shift at the biscuit factory.

send me a tummy prompt!

#my fic #tummy fic

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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For the drabble game, 5 "are those bite marks?" with reader and jisung please 🥺🥺 (yk like someone seeing sung's teeth marks on reader)

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompt: "Are those bite marks?"

Member: Jisung

Pairing: FemReader x Vamp!Jisung

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Warning: Blood Play. (Jisung is a horny vampire. What can I say?)

You hear the front door to the apartment slam, and then, even above the sound of the shower, your boyfriend's voice singing out operatically, "Honey, I'm hooooome!"

You roll your eyes, calling out over the running water, "In the bathroom!"

You continue lathering your hair, the steamy air filling with the scent of lavender from your shampoo, and moments later, the shower curtain yanks back enough to admit your boyfriend, already stripped out of his clothes.

You arch a brow at him as he makes a show of shivering and scoots in beside you to get under the stream of warm water.

"That's the quickest I've ever seen you lose your clothes."

Jisung makes a sound of disbelief in his throat and looks at you with dramatic hurt, lips pulling into a pout.

"She says, as if I don't rush to get my clothes off anytime I'm around her."

You roll your eyes again, and tilt your head back to rinse your hair, purposefully ignoring when his hands slip onto your hips and his lips find your throat.

When he speaks, you feel the rumble of it in his chest against your back.

"How thoughtful of you to warm my dinner up for me, pet." He teases in a low voice, letting his tongue dart out to press against the warm, flushed skin of your neck.

You want to make a witty remark, but can't help the little hum of contentment that comes from you when he presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive, still healing scars of previous 'dinner dates.'

You reach up and loop an arm around his neck, slipping a hand behind his head, feeling the way the water has made his thick, dark hair heavy in between his fingers, keeping him from pulling back from his current position against your throat.

"Hm. I'm just thoughtful like that I guess. Aren't you lucky?"

"The luckiest." Jisung agrees fervently against your skin, taking his time kissing his way up your throat.

You lean back into him, reveling in the way the warm water cascades over you, the way his body molds to your own against your back, but when the sharp tips of his fangs drag lightly across your pulse point, you glance over your shoulder at him, lips curving into the hint of an amused smirk.

"Did you come in here just to tease me?" You ask, scooting away from him slightly, reaching to grab your body wash.

Jisung scoffs and leans against the wall, watching you soap up your skin with a sharp gaze.

"Please. I can't believe you think so low of me, pet. I obviously came in here to stare at your perfect pair of tits."

You make a move to reach out and punch him for his comment, but he just laughs and catches your hand easily, looping his long fingers around your wrist, backing you into a corner.

Your breath catches as his eyes flash darkly, dangerously, as he stares down at you.

"However-" He muses in a lower tone, his eyes flicking down your naked body and back up to your face again with a smirk, as he leans into the wall above your head, caging you in.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and your core clenches as he slowly drags it across the tips of his fangs.

"-I find myself suddenly starving."

You arch a brow, trying not to visibly react as he lets a hand drop, sliding down your chest, between your legs where you're warm and wet, and not from the water of the shower.

"Really?"

"Mm." He hums in response in the back of his throat, and you can't help the slight sound that slips past your lips as he leans into you, hand still between you, lips brushing the column of your throat. "Think you can help me with that, pet?"

You shrug, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning, and swallow hard.

"Maybe."

The amused smirk on Jisung's face says he knows you're not unaffected by what he's doing, not in the slightest, but he just leans forward once more and takes your chin into his free hand, forcing your gaze up to meet his own.

The water cascades over his brow and drips off his dark strands of hair as he hovers his lips barely above your own.

"Let's try this again." He moves his fingers between your thighs, and your breath hitches. Something dark flashes across his gaze at the sound, and his lips gap, revealing the sharp tips of his canines.

He slides his hand down to splay across your throat, seeming to take in your fluttering pulse and heaving breaths with a knowing smirk.

"I'm going to taste you, drink my fill of you." He twirls a strand of your wet hair between his fingers, and your entire body tenses as you wait for him to continue.

He finally meets your gaze, pupils large and dark, and his fingers find your throat again, pushing you back against the wall.

His voice is a growl in his throat now as he stares at you, and you know, he can feel your reaction to him, see it in the way you're heaving for breath.

"And then, when I've had enough, and only then, I'll consider giving you something in return for being such a good little blood bag for me, hm?"

His fingers close around your throat, and he forces your head to the side against the cool porcelain of the shower wall, leaning in as he drags his fangs up the revealed skin of your throat.

You writhe beneath him, and all the while, his fingers between your thighs don't stop.

"Jisung-" You gasp out, breathless, desperate for him to do something. "Please-"

"Patience, pet." Jisung hums beneath his breath, chuckling against your skin, before he skims his nose over your pulse point and breathes in deeply, as if he's feeding just off of the scent of your arousal alone. "Fuck, so worked up for me already aren't you?"

You whine, because that's the only thing you can manage to get out right now, and squirm in his hold, the oversensitivity of it all already threatening to push you over the edge.

His fingers still, and he pulls back with a smirk, pupils dark and wide.

He shakes his head.

"Not yet, pet."

You groan in open frustration, bucking your hips into his fingers, and he laughs slightly, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own.

It's a bruising, searing kiss-his teeth digging into your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he devours you.

"You can come-" He murmurs against your mouth, even as you chase after him, desperate to close the space between you. "-when I'm done."

You make a noise of frustration in your throat again, and this time, when Jisung chuckles, you bite down hard on his bottom lip in retaliation.

His eyes instantly darkens, and he pins you back once more against the wall.

The water is getting cold, pelting down like fine rain from above, but it doesn't matter in this moment, not when you're hot all over just from the way Jisung looks at you.

Like you're something he wants to devour.

He whirls you around effortlessly, your back flush against his front, his long fingers going around your throat, arching you back to look at him, his lips at your ear.

"Put your hands on the wall."

You do as he says, splaying your palms flat against the wall in front of you, leaning in to them a bit as he does an experimental little tug on the lobe of your ear for your efforts.

At your intake of breath, he chuckles, his breath warm against your water cooled skin, and his fingers find the pulse point just beneath your jaw.

"Good girl. Now-" He tilts your head to the side, exposing the skin of your throat, and whispers a kiss across your still pounding pulse. "-hold still."

You take in a breath, holding it, knowing what's coming, and then you feel his fangs sink cleanly into the flesh at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

Every muscle in your body goes tense for a moment with the searing pain, a little whimper escaping past your lips, but as soon as it's there, it's gone, and then it's just all pleasure.

Your entire body relaxes into Jisung's hold as he feeds from you, feeling light and tingly and more than a little bit hazy, and over the sound of your own blood whooshing in your ears, you can hear Jisung swallowing down mouthfuls of the liquid.

He's always careful never to take too much, and when he finally pulls back, arms still holding you up, you feel good, just a little light headed and maybe more than a little out of it, but it's not from the blood loss.

You catch your breath, and glance back in time to see Jisung swipe the last of your crimson blood off his lips with a long, slow sweep of his tongue.

He cocks his head and smirks at you, arching a brow.

"Okay, pet?"

You nod, not able to form words yet, and he crowds you against the wall once more, his hands moving to cover your own, still obediently placed against the porcelain.

He's warm, and solid, and you can feel the evidence of what the bite did to him as he presses every inch of his body up against your own.

You're slightly more cognitive now, as he leans forward, hard against you, and swipes a careful finger through the blood still oozing sluggishly from your shoulder.

You shiver at the contact, and feel him grin against your skin, as he trails the bloodied finger down the center of your chest, across your navel, the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to where you suddenly ache for him.

You flick your eyes down and study the blood painted across your skin, as Jisung deeps his fingers once more between your legs.

"You should've been an art major-" You start to quip at him, but the words are cut off in a gasp as he finds your heat easily.

"Hm?" He murmurs against your throat, and you feel him sweep his tongue leisurely across the bite marks he left, sealing up the rest of the blood, a shudder of pleasure running down your spine at the feel of the wet, warm organ caressing your skin.

He shakes his head against you, and you tense as he moves his fingers again.

"I'm not much for art, pet. Unless, of course, it includes you."

There's a wicked glint to his large dark eyes as he slides his free hand up to encircle your throat, tipping your gaze back to meet his.

"Now. I believe I owe you something for all your hard work."

You nod breathlessly, and he grins, sharp fangs, still a little pink from residual blood, flashing.

"Good girl. Let's give you your reward then, pet."

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"Are those bite marks??" Your mutual best friend stares across the small cafe table at the two of you, metaphorically clutching his pearls, his voice full of open disgust and disbelief.

Jisung takes a casual sip of his coffee beside you and grins at him over the rim.

"I mean. Yeah?"

Hyunjin scoffs and rolls his eyes, reaching for his own drink and taking a large, annoyed gulp as he eyes the vampire sitting next to you.

His long, slender tail flicks agitatedly beneath the table, whipping around his legs.

You hide a grin.

"Seriously?"

You lift one shoulder in a shrug and finish off the rest of your own drink.

"That's kinda what you get when your vampire's a boyfriend, you know?"

Beside you, Jisung laughs, covering it up with a cough, as Hyunjin turns to glare at him.

"I mean, yeah?" He remarks, throwing his hands out, seemingly at his wit's end. "But can't you be a little more discreet about it?" His dark eyes flash with irritation. "Because now we all know that you guys most definitely fucked in the past twenty four hours."

Jisung grins wickedly. "Twice actually."

Hyunjin mimes gagging and you laugh.

"Ah, c'mon, Jinnie." You offer him a pout across the table. "Don't be like that. You love us."

"Yeah, but I don't want to think about you fucking." Hyunjin counters right back, looking like he might possibly throw up just by saying the words.

Jisung sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smile crossing his lips.

"Okay, Jinnie. Where should I bite her then, huh? To be more discreet." He leans toward you and taps your body as he talks. "Her stomach? Too close to major organs. Her thighs? I mean, meaty, but I prefer to do other things while I'm down there. Her ankles? I'm not really a feet guy."

You're laughing, and he grins at you, eyes bright, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. You can still taste yourself on him from when he fed earlier.

Hyunjin makes a noise of disgust in his throat and throws his finished drink into the nearest trash bin.

"You guys are disgusting."

Jisung grins over at your friend.

"Yep! And that'll never change."

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hardly-an-escape · 7 months

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Fluffbruary Day 29

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated T • breakfast | valley | sign

continuation of Days 4 & 21

The hotel doesn’t have much in the way of breakfast.

His stranger had dozed off again after their impromptu photo shoot quickly devolved into another roll in the proverbial hay; but Hob is buzzing with energy, so he dresses quietly and creeps down to the lobby. Only to find it rather barren.

There’s a coffee machine, a few muffins – prepackaged, not even fresh – and a sad fruit bowl with some mealy-looking apples. He assembles what he can, shoves some creamers and sugar packets in his pocket, and returns to the room.

His stranger is just stirring again when Hob lets himself back into the room.

“I come bearing provisions,” he says, setting the coffees on the bedside table and dropping his meager bounty in the man’s lap.

“Foraging for our survival?”

“Something like that. It’s slim pickings out there, I’m afraid. But hey –“ he picks up a muffin and wiggles it enticingly “– chocolate chip!”

“How decadent,” his stranger comments dryly. “You spoil me.”

“I’d like to,” Hob says honestly. Too honestly, probably, but then that’s a lesson he’s never been able to learn. “You look like you need a good spoiling.”

“Hmm,” hums his stranger. “Perhaps I will let you.”

prompt list!

and that's a wrap on Fluffbruary 2024! this was so much fun. it was fun to challenge myself to keep things so short, and I actually ended up with some ideas I'd like to flesh out in longer fics. I can't believe I got something done for every day this month – I combined some prompts, but I used at least one for every day! you can find all my fills on my AO3.

also, I wrote this continuation of two previous days' fills and then remembered that they were originally in Hob's bedroom and not in a hotel, haha. but I don't feel like changing it now. I guess maybe they meet up again sometime after the first two fics!

#200 words #my writing #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #dreamling #the sandman #photographer Hob

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gennyanydots · 2 years

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Pretty Little Wife

Dark!James ‘Buchanan’ Barnes x dark!reader

Summary: You're not the only one who likes to play games. Mafia!au

@the-slumberparty

Week two slumber party game:

- write a drabble/one shot as a continuation to one of your previous works

- Write a part of a fic as a sort of one off/what if scenario

I decided to continue my work from the previous week's challenge with a part two to: Vengeance is Ugly

Warnings: mafia, arranged marriage, cheating, poisoning, dark!bucky, dark!reader, murder, beheading, kidnapping, guns, shooting, perfectly good carpeting getting ruined, perfectly good lasagna ruined.

It didn’t shock you when you woke up the next morning to find your date’s head in a box outside your bedroom door. You had heard your husband had a flair for the dramatics, you wished it hadn’t stained the carpet though. You didn’t particularly enjoy your date but you find it amusing the lengths your new husband will go to get even.

You went downstairs and looked around for one of your husband’s men, it didn’t matter which, you just didn’t want to deal with the head in the hallway and get blood all over you. Disgusting.

“Umm excuse me, Peter was it?” You asked the first man you came upon, who had been leaning against the island in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in front of him. You vaguely remember being introduced to two Peters among the slew of people you were introduced to when you moved in.

“Steve, actually,” the man said barely glancing away from the phone in his hand.

“Well, there were two Peter’s so I kinda had a shot in the dark,” you said with a soft laugh. “Anyways, Steve, would you be a dear and remove the box outside my bedroom? It’s staining the carpet.”

He grunted a response and headed towards the stairs, hopefully to do what you asked.

“Did you like your present, darling?” A deep voice asked from behind you.

You jumped, “Jesus Christ! James! You scared me.”

“Did you forget that I live here too?” He asked as he walked to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I try to,” you said crossing your arms over your chest.

He rolled his eyes, “I’m sure you do.”

“So, we’re talking to one another, now? You ignored me the past few weeks and now you want to talk?” You asked as you watched him head over to the fridge and take out a carton of coffee creamer and pour some in his mug.

“Well, you killed someone, I killed someone, so I figured maybe if we communicated maybe people would stop dying,” he said with a shrug and leaned against the kitchen counter holding his mug.

You shrugged back, “I did end up killing Dot? Unfortunate for you. So sorry for your loss. Also, with your line of work? Unlikely that people are going to stop dying because of us but that’s neither here nor there I guess.”

You notice him grit his teeth when you mention Dot. He must have had real feelings for her. Should have listened.

“Whatever little game you’re playing at needs to end now. People are already talking about our marriage, and I can’t have that,” James said before taking a sip of his coffee.

You gasp dramatically, “What game I’M playing? I thought it was a two-player game or was there not a head outside my door this morning? I’m pretty sure there was. I sent Steve to go handle it.”

James rolled his eyes, “Do not send my men to do meaningless little tasks for you. You aren’t in charge here.”

“Would you have rather I dealt with it? Because if I deal with it I’ll go ahead and take it down to the police station for them to dispose of,” you said with a pop of your shoulder.

“And tell them what? That your husband killed someone? I have them in my back pocket. They. ain’t. gonna. do. shit,” James says emphasizing every word of the last sentence. The dramatics. Annoying.

You decided to ignore that, “So, how exactly do you want to communicate so people stop talking about our marriage? But while we’re on the topic: what were they talking about? Was it the infidelity? Because you started that I only went on one date.”

James sighed, “The infidelity and something happening to Dot. Assumptions of me not being able to handle my pretty little wife at home.”

You laugh, “Because you can’t. Clearly.”

James glared at you, “We cannot have this. We must be a united front. I cannot be the head of the family with a wife who does whatever she pleases.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You don’t have a wife. You have a roommate with a marriage certificate.”

“Fine. You want a real marriage? Will the homicidal tendencies cease?” James asked while he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

You thought for a moment. Did you want a marriage with him? Not particularly but what choice do you have? You can’t get divorced. The only way out of this is through death and if you even tried to kill James you’d be dead in an instant. Might as well give it a go.

“Yes. I want a real marriage. No more homicidal tendencies,” you promised. “As long as you stay faithful.”

James nodded.

And so for the next few months you dated your husband.

He’d taken you out to dinners, lunches, and a few breakfasts too.

He brought you (unpoisoned) flowers and chocolates.

He bought you anything you set your eyes on for longer than five seconds.

It hadn’t taken long for you to fall for him. Where had this man been hiding when you first got married? Would have saved a lot of trouble.

You had recently started to learn how to cook. Though you had a cook who made delicious meals you needed a hobby and cooking seemed as good as anything else.

You’d called James to make sure you knew when he was coming home but he didn’t answer. That wasn’t like him. He always answered when you called. You waited a half an hour and tried again. Still no answer.

You worried your lip and tried to think of what your husband had said he was doing today. Nothing you can think of would have been out of the ordinary.

Maybe he dropped his phone? Or maybe he left it in the car?….. or maybe he’s dead in a ditch? Or or shot through the head?

You needed answers or you were just going to make yourself upset.

Being James’s right hand man you’ve had Steve’s number for a while. You’ve never used it. Never had a reason to. Until now.

It was answered after two rings. Some shouting could be heard in the background.

“Hello?”

“STEVE?! Oh thank goodness! Do you know where James is? He isn’t picking up his phone and I need to know when to have dinner ready.”

There was a long pause. Long pauses are never good.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, Mrs. Barnes. I’m very sorry.”

“You can tell me exactly what you’re sorry for, Steven Grant! Now tell me what’s going on!”

You could hear an audible gulp even with some light chaos in the background. You’re glad to know you hadn’t lost your touch and could still frighten someone.

“James has been kidnapped. We know where he is but we’re still working on a plan.”

Oh.

Oh no.

This won’t do.

“Text me your location. I will be there as soon as possible.”

“Mrs. Barnes…..”

“See you soon, Steven.”

Steve had kept his word and sent the address as soon as you had hung up, which had you rushing to the door to grab your sneakers from the coat closet.

You yelled through the house for Peter to start the car. Poor Peter Parker. He was going to need to break many, many, many speed limits in the next 15 minutes.

And he did. He was a nervous wreck the entire time but you were proud of him. Not sure if he was nervous because of the speeding or because of the murderous look in your eyes but either way you got there very quickly.

When the car was parked another one of your husband’s men rushed over to open your door and escort you to Steve.

It was weird to see Steve sitting at your husband’s desk but as his second in command it made sense that he was there.

“Bucky’s gonna be pissed when he hears about this,” Steve said as he watched you enter the room.

You shrugged and sat in the chair opposite of Steve, “Well James isn’t here and I’m an adult so there’s not much he can do about it.”

Steve sighed and shook his head then muttered, “No, he’ll just beat my ass later.”

“So, tell me the plan,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. It didn’t matter what Steve wanted. You were helping.

Steve opened a folder and turned it towards you, “These are the blue prints of the building Bucky is in. We have someone scoping out the building now to see how many people are in it. As soon as we can. We’ll storm the building and get Bucky out.”

You nodded, “Okay, let me know when we’re leaving.”

“You’re not coming.”

You raised an eyebrow at Steve, “Sure is cute that you think I’ll listen to you. I barely listen to James and he’s my husband. Want to know the likelihood that I’m going to listen to you?”

“Listen, I don’t have a death wish. I don’t want to take you in there just for Bucky to turn around and shoot me. Do you know how insane you sound?” Steve said exasperatedly.

“I’m going.”

“No. You’re not.”

“Yes. I am.”

“You’re really not.”

A few hours later you listened to Wade carefully as he explained exactly how to use the gun he had handed you.

Steve had told you that if you were going to act crazy then he had to put someone crazier in charge of you. Someone who would do absolutely anything so you didn’t get a scratch on you. Enter Wade Wilson.

You remember your husband had talked about him a couple times. Told you about his affinity for well…. everything.

You didn’t tell Steve nor Wade that you were well aquatinted with firearms, Steve because you’ve found out how much fun it is to fuck with him and Wade because he looked so damn proud of himself to be in charge of keeping you safe and you refused to take that away from him. For now. If Wade wanted to think of you as a damsel in distress then that’d be what you were.

When it was finally go time Wade had kept you at the back no matter how much you fussed. You watched as everyone stormed the building and gun fire went off.

When you got in the building however you convinced Wade to go a different way than everyone else. It hadn’t been hard especially since everywhere you went had been deserted. It seemed like everyone had left their posts when the commotion started.

The first person you had seen with Wade you shot before Wade could even get his gun up and ready. He looked at you wide eyed.

“Lucky shot?” You said with a smile.

Wade grinned, “You holdin’ out on me, princess?”

You nodded, “My dad taught me when I was little. Plus, James has taken me shooting a couple times to make sure my skills are still up to par.”

“Seems to me they’re definitely up to par,” Wade said and started walking again. You followed along as you both kept your guns ready.

As you both came upon a new hallway it wasn’t even four steps in before you heard someone talking.

You both looked at each other and softened your steps to walk towards the voice.

As you got closer you heard, “I should just kill you. I’m not sure you’re worth all the trouble you’ve caused.”

Your eyes widened as you heard your husband respond, “Well, I’m not sure what you expected. You can’t take someone like me and expect there to be no repercussions.”

“I’ll show you repercussions,” you heard the first respond before the sound of a smack and your husband grunt.

You looked toward Wade and he nodded and got into position. In one swift kick, Wade opened the door and you walked right in to see a man standing behind your husband. He quickly raised a hand gun to your husband’s temple. You husbands eyes narrowed as they met yours. Maybe Steve wasn’t the one your husband is going to kill. Maybe it was you.

“Oh look Barnes! They sent some pretty little thing to save you. Couldn’t even spare a man for you,” the man said. “What’re you going to do, sweetheart? Shoot me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes.”

You raised your arm quickly and shot him in the head. Men. Always underestimating you.

Your husband huffed, “Darling, I left explicit instructions with Steve not to let you come.”

“Since when do I listen to Steve?” You asked. “Steve’s a chicken. He’s more scared of me than he is of you.”

Wade chuckled as he started to untie your husband’s arms and legs.

“Well, he does have some very good reasons to be scared of you,” James says as he stood up and rubbed at his wrist then opened his arms. It didn’t take you long before you ran right into them and wrapped your own arms around his neck while his pulled you against him.

You felt your husband nuzzle his face into your hair and heard, “Missed you, darling.”

“Missed you too. Don’t let yourself get kidnapped again. That was stupid. Ruined the dinner I had planned,” you said into his chest.

James chuckled, “You’re more upset about the dinner aren’t you?”

“I made lasagna!”

#James Buchanan Barnes x f!reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #Navy and Roo's sleepover #mafia!au #Mafia!bucky #dark!bucky x Dark!reader #pretty little wife

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f1-stuff · 5 months

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harem...

I knew rissa would want that one asfdhfgsh (here's the previous snippet of this fic that I shared last year). And below the cut is another little 650-word drabble.

(Warnings for the sort of insensitive language you'd expect from royalty about a bed servant? I guess? 😅 As well as my limited Spanish knowledge - anything written in Spanish is meant to signify that Charles doesn't know what it means)

The prince trains often and hard, nearly every day of the week, practicing his swordsmanship with his cousin or his instructor, Rupert. Sometimes, even the king, though much more rarely. Charles always accompanies him to these training sessions, prepared with facecloths for him to wipe away perspiration and water to keep him cool. The prince sometimes thanks him, smiling in gratitude or, on rare occasions, adding a wink that inspires Charles to blush.

He often...overhears things. It’s a consequence of (almost) always being in the prince’s company, along with his curious nature not allowing him to shut off his ears. Especially not when Charles is the topic of conversation.

“Have you had a taste, then?” the prince’s cousin, Duke of ____, asks him one day. ‘Gusto’ - it’s the same word in Italian.

“Taste?” The prince asks.

“Of the boy?”

Charles flushes, despite his best efforts, focusing harder on the ground at his feet to feign unawareness. It’s possible they aren’t referring to him...

“‘The boy’ can hear you, tío,” the prince says. So much for that theory.

“You are evading the question,” the duke says, and Charles can hear the teasing note in his voice, but doesn’t dare look up to confirm. “I don’t understand you, cousin. You are gifted a lovely creature like that, a bed servant trained for a king, and you consign him to the role of a glorified assistant.”

The prince doesn’t respond, but Charles can see him practicing his swings and stances from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t have to work hard to imagine the impatient frown on the prince’s face. He’s seen it enough times while he responds to tedious letters at his desk in the late hours of the night.

“Is it because he’s un gabacho?” the duke asks, and the prince only huffs in response.

Charles doesn’t know the word, but he’s heard it applied to him before. He wishes he could talk to Valeria, continue their Spanish lessons or even just spend time in each other’s company the way they used to. He misses her, perhaps his only true ally in this place. He’s convinced he has her to thank for the prince’s decision to reassign him. Otherwise, he might’ve ended up in the kitchens or stables, or worse, cast out of the palace completely, condemned to a life as a beggar or in a brothel, without any other skills to make a living.

“I’m not amused by this topic,” the prince says, his tone bored.

“I am,” the duke says, laughing. “Come now, cousin. Do you not agree that he’s at least pleasing to look at?”

“I’m bored of this, Caco. I’ve told you to leave it.” The prince’s voice is hard now, annoyance lacing his words. Charles glances up long enough to see the duke raise his hands in surrender.

“I’m only curious, cousin. But I’ll leave it. For now,” he adds, a smirk in his voice. But then his tone grows more serious. “But know that I am not the only one with such questions. If you continue to show indifference toward the boy, you might find others are tempted where you are not.”

“What does that mean?” the prince asks, in a dangerous tone.

“I think you know,” the duke says. “No one would dare insult you by laying a hand on a bed servant of the Crown Prince. But he’s not your bed servant, is he?” There’s a beat of silence that feels loud, heavy. Then, the duke continues, “A creature like that will not stay unsullied for long, cousin.”

Silence again, then the prince says, “I do not care where the tontos in this palace stick their pollas.”

“Your words say one thing, but your face says another, my friend.” The duke doesn’t give the prince a chance to respond, though. “Come on, cabrón. Let us cease talking and begin swinging.”

“Finally,” the prince says, but he sounds far less enthusiastic now than at the start of their session.

WIP Wednesday

#I’ve since changed isa’s character to be an ofc named ‘Valeria’ lol #I should know better than to ever put real wags in a fic 😅#vegasgrandprix #ask game #rpf #wip wednesday #charlos #royal harem au

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✃ Fools Aplenty

How Various AoT Characters Ruined Sex

Drabbles

Warnings - Explicit Sexual Content, Modern AU

18 + Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·A/N- get a load of these dudes·

· Part 2

⪧ Eren Jaeger

The gall of Eren to not run the fact he wanted to fuck your throat by you was astounding. To say you were mad at him would have been very wrong you were a little annoyed, but more so curious over how someone seemingly so smart could be so gods damned dumb to believe something he saw in porn. Thus there you sat rubbing your sore throat and grilling Eren, voice slightly raspy from the uninvited intrusion moments earlier.

"Did you really think all people liked surprise deep throating?"

The little huff and side eye he threw your way had your eyebrows ticking in mild irritation, but his words had a cackle rumbling up from within your abused esophagus.

"Listen babe, how was I supposed to know? They say amateur so I figured they were like you and I in a sense." The tone of his voice was exasperated the growing flush from pure embarrassment something you hadn't seen in quite sometime on your usually stoic boyfriend's face. A sight for sore eyes and throats.

"Well if they're like us then I guess I get to punish you, eh?"

Reaching a hand out you ran your fingers through his disheveled tresses giving a light tug to gain his full attention when his eyes slipped shut for a moment before you continued to speak. The brief respite of affection throwing off any grumbling Eren might have done over your previous statement.

"I am placing a ban on you getting head." The mischievous smirk that crossed Eren's lips as he tugged your hand down to kiss your palm had your heart a flutter, only for it to be sent into overdrive by his response.

"Then don't mind me going down on you everyday to get my oral fix."

⪧ Zeke Jaeger

A shuddering sigh left you the moment Zeke's trousers dropped to the floor. His pretty cock wasn't the problem, it was the fact he had decided to forgo trimming downstairs even a little bit. At the end of the day it was his body to do with as he pleased so you resigned yourself to wading through the metaphorical forest growing from your beloved's crotch.

The man was no stranger to being patient, but the moment your eyes slipped shut and you plunged forward had him backtracking slightly. Taken aback by your seemingly unyielding will to not mention what other's do with their own bodies and simply provide what you had earlier begged to while pawing at his pants like a starved man. Reaching a hand out he ran cold fingers over the tip of your ear gaining your attention as he spoke voice impossibly raspy from just the little bit of pleasure you were wringing from his body.

"Does it taste as good as you said?"

The way your eyes slanted with mild nausea each time one of his hairs rubbed a little too high on your cheeks for comfort had a snort of laughter barely contained by his lips. Though your grumbling with his cock bulging out the side of your mouth had the laughter pouring out in a very unattractive gargling mess, seemingly a mix between a hack from choking and a sneeze more than laughter.

Tugging off his cock fully you flicked a hair from your cheek before softly mumbling out a reply in embarrassment. "Babe, I hate to ask this but can you maybe trim a little? I can't suck cock in a forest."

"All you had to do was ask."

⪧ Reiner Braun

The awkward tension in the air was almost palpable as you gently wiped Reiner's cum from your thighs. Soft sobs flitting through the air like a morbid symphony for your ears only. If you hadn't been staunchly told off by your partner for trying to comfort him after sex, when the first tears bubbled up in the corners of his eyes, you would have assumed this moment wasn't purely of his own making and due to some slight or wrong doing on your end.

Setting the damp cloth down on the bedside table you rested on your side gently linking a single finger with one of his as you mumbled out your first words since he told you off moments earlier. "All good, bubs?"

Met with only a shakey breath you took only a beat or two to encapsulate his hand within both of your own puffing warm breath onto his clammy hand awaiting his response. The words you had waited for came alongside his rough hand slipping from your grasp to gently smooth over your cheek, those eyes of his so full of adoration and tears gazed back into your own worried visage.

"I'm fine I just love you so much."

The giggle rasping from your throat was immediate and something you really didn't intend to let slip in fear of upsetting Reiner, but it only had him rubbing his knuckles over your cheek in pure unadulterated love. Both of you were definitely head over heels for one another and you wouldn't have it any other way.

⪧ Porco 'Pock' Galliard

All was well, with you face down ass up and Porco absolutely ravaging your hole with his cock. And all would have stayed well had Porco's little horny brain hadn't concocted an idea so foolproof it would seem like Zeke himself had come up with it, the only problem was Zeke was a fool as was your pretty partner. Reeling his hand back Porco took a moment to admire you, more specifically your actions in the moment, head stuffed into the duvet as your hands desperately clawed for anything to grab and sink your nails into all topped off by your hips desperately writhing in his iron like grasp. The moment felt like forever but was mere seconds before Porco was slipping from inside of you and freaking out as much as you were.

"What the fuck was that for, Pock!"

"I missed your ass!"

"How the fuck do you miss someone's ass!"

It is safe to say you made Porco rub soothing cream onto your sore skin for the entire time the aching spot persisted. He did it without complaint however he did try to make an argument that he wasn't a dumbass or a fool and that it was perfectly normal to miss your partner's ass when looking directly at it.

⪧ Jean Kirschtien

With your arms lazily thrown over your partner's shoulders and his gazed locked directly with your own lustful orbs the moment couldn't have been more perfect. His cock rubbing deliciously against your needy walls as his one free hand groped and prodded at your sex greedily trying to rip an orgasm from your body. Neck craning you connected your lips in a heated embrace tongues sloppily intertwining as spit dibbled down your cheeks marring your heated skin in a quickly cooling slick sheen.

As you were cresting the precipice of pleasure into the borderline ecstasy meeting your climax could bring you, a needy whine tumbling from your kiss swollen lips as Jean bullied his cock impossibly deeper into your greedy hole the word that left his mouth as the first ropes of his thick warm cum seared at your inner most walls had you reeling back to reality and careening away from pleasure like a speeding bullet. With an absolutely deadly gaze fixated on his handsome face your words hit him like being doused in chilled water, his cum still dribbling from his cock as he anxiously returned your gaze.

"Did you just call me Varric?"

He was quick to answer with a dismissive tone to his voice as he tried to desperately avoid the consequences of being caught spewing out the name of his favourite videogame character.

"What no babe! Why would I call you that? I don't even like Varric Tethras!"

He walked himself directly into your web, like a poor little fly.

"I never said Varric Tethras. Do you want to fuck the dwarf from Dragon age?"

You would never tell him, but if you're being honest you too would gladly fuck Varric Tethras if given the opportunity, it was far more fun to watch your partner to through the five stages of grief alongside horrible post nut clarity of his embarrassing mistake.

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren yaeger #eren jaeger #zeke yaeger #zeke jaeger #reiner braun #porco galliard #jean kirchstein

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