#I shouldn't be surprised but I am disappointed

[generaltrashshecox]

Sometimes I don't understand how their scheduling works because what do you mean Damien and Chanse are there for tntl but not for the slapping? Like EVERYONE from the cast is there but them.

My guess is they had prior commitments and this video was a last minute add-on because of the funeral rewards to the last shoot day of the year.

I'm just bummed because they're my favorites and neither was in any end of the year/crew videos...

Preaching to the choir anon. It confuses me to no end and maybe they did have prior engagements which why we got the pic from Damien on his insta cause that's definitely the same day and I'm just... I shouldn't be disappointed I should've known cause I swear every time I'm like "Damien's gotta be in this video!" I just get let down so 🤷 I'm cool (see: lies) but it makes me so... Sad because first the videos so good! I laughed a lot and Anthony's definitely a himbo cause wtf 😂 but it's just like... I don't know. I'm just sad lol and that's stupid in of itself because why should I care but I do 🙃 but anyways I'm not having my hopes up for anymore videos and will just be waiting for Sword AF season 2.

[onewingedangels]

not to talk about ts4 but the other day i finally got my sim reach 5 star celebrity and the game gave me nothing :)

[monicahar]

“what are you doing?”

you comically cower behind his back even further.

“hiding.”

“...why?”

“because there's a flipping lion in the room with us, JING YUAN. that's what.” you snap back angrily.

if you're wondering how you got into this predicament—it's not that far from being akin to a kidnapper leading on a child with sweets and delicacies.

under the guise of work and a few promised cuddles, he had made you follow his steps into his home—now with you glued to his body like it's your own lifeline. the snow-white lion snugly lies down by the only exit of the room you're both occupying—having just introduced herself when it came to jing yuan for a few pets, scaring the bejeebers out of you when its fur had grazed the back of your thighs all of a sudden.

the lion only shows confusion yet complies when jing yuan coaxed her to go away for a few moments. in other words—for you to take a breather.

in response to your much evident suffering and growing impatience, a mirthful laugh escapes him, craning his head to look at you over his shoulder to throw you a small mischievous grin “it's just my cat. i don't see the problem.”

“that's fully grown lion, you scoundrel!” you hit his back weakly, whisper-yelling as if said lion would attack you if you spoke any louder. “a-ah...it's looking at me weirdly. it's definitely thinking of how delicious i am!”

“mimi is very gentle. i doubt she's thinking of such a thing.”

you sink further in his shadow when the lion catches your wary gaze with a tilt of its head. “jing, please. it may like you, but i doubt that a territorial species would enjoy having a stranger around its person bubble.”

“you're free to leave anytime, darling. i'm not forcing you to stay.” he says coyly.

“with how your adorable little mimi is standing right by the door—i doubt i can leave of my own accord.”

“so you think she's adorable? good to hear that.” oh, now he has selective hearing?

“jing yuan. please.” you kneel down and tug on his robes pleadingly, catching him off guard to the point he has now decided to fully turn towards you in mild surprise. “i really don't know how to deal with this! i don't dislike her or anything, i'm just super scared that she won't like me and would—”

“calm down.” your lover couches down before you, hand raising to pat your head. “she doesn't bite. i promise.”

“how are you so sure?” you question incredulously, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens at his actions. “even if she's domesticated, she's still an animal that thrives on her own survival instincts.”

“dearest, would i really have taken in a pet if it was openly feral?”

“yep. you would.” you reply in a heartbeat.

his eye twitches in return.“ahem—okay, so as i was saying,” standing up to his full height, he stretches out a hand towards you, staring at you softly as he does so. “we both know i adore delicate and gentle things, [name]. mimi is exactly that—hence why i didn't mind taking her in and burdened you with meeting her.”

you raise a brow. he shrugs, opting to resign upon your obvious reluctance on the matter.

“truthfully, i wished to see my two favourite companions to bond and get along with my own two eyes,” he heaves an apologetic huff, a tad bit disappointed whilst you only stare in surprise, “but if you're really uncomfortable with it then i suppose i shouldn't force you.”

he helps you up with ease when you finally put your hand on his, hastily padding off the dust that was caught in your clothes upon kneeling down.

grasping your hand comfortingly to calm your nerves, you hate that it work flawlessly upon his touch.

“let's go?”

you were about to nod—until your gaze catches the lion's once more.

...pretty eyes.

snowmoon.

your heart clenches at the realisation.

“on second thought...” you trail off, watching as the mammal sits up in anticipation at your eye contact. jing yuan raises a brow at you, “i think i'll try interacting with her.”

he huffs out a deep chuckle, “really, you don't have to—”

“mimi?” you call out, leaning sideways to look past behind your lover's tall figure. he does the same, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the same direction you're fixated on.

the lion perks up, and starts walking towards you. you grin, but not before whispering back to jing yuan,

“if she actually bites me, we're breaking up.”

“no promises.”

you finally pat the lion's head after about an hour of excessive whining it'll bite you, finally havin found the courage to actually see it as a mere domesticated cat whilst glaring daggers at the owner.

“mimi...attack that bad guy.” you point at him, face still looking smug as ever.

“she won't listen to y—” said lion pounces on him.

idek what this is fiakehwjbsksbw i cant write no more man,,,,*/proceeds to make another jingyuan drabble in google doc

[hcmoeroticisms]

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[roosterforme]

Ready, Rough and Unromantic | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley has a rough day at work, he knows the only thing that will make him feel better is his wife. But will you let him dominate you? Will you let him use you just how he needs to? He shouldn't have been surprised by your answer or your response to him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, rough smut, dominant smut

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"I am so proud of you, Roo," you whispered, kissing his neck and zipping up his flight suit. It was early, the sun was just peeking through the bedroom curtains, but you were up helping him get ready for the first day of his duties.

Bradley would be spending the week as an assistant instructor at Top Gun. Few people would appreciate what an honor this was, but you understood it implicitly. You hadn't yet bothered to dress for the day, but you decided to wake up early to wish him luck. 

He ran his fingers along your soft skin, completely bare for him except for your glasses and wedding rings, as he said, "I always want to make you proud, Baby Girl."

When Bradley tipped his head down to kiss your cheek, you giggled. The sound went right to the part of his brain that controlled his unbridled desire for you. All he had to do was squeeze your bare hip with his big hand, and you looked up into his eyes.

"Do we have time?" you asked softly before you bit your lip.

He kind of shrugged and grunted, but you were already lowering the zipper of his flight suit all the way down. Bradley let you take the lead on this one, and when you dropped to your knees, he was not disappointed. 

The way you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock... yeah, there would always be time for that. "You're so fucking good," he groaned as you took him deep, and he hit the back of your throat. You sucked on him until you were gagging, then you pulled him out as a strand of your saliva dripped onto your tits.

"This is for good luck," you told him before you tilted your head and sucked on his balls until he was pulling on your hair a little rough.

"Oh," he groaned. "My wife doesn't mess around." His words were deep and gruff compared to the long, soft moans you made as your tongue swirled up the length of his cock. 

You kissed the tip of him, whispered, "I love you," and then you gave him absolutely filthy head until he was cumming all over you. Your hollowed cheeks and warm hands had him fucking your face until cum dripped out of the corners of your lips. And when he spurted onto your glasses a second later, your giggle returned.

Bradley loved the sight of it enough that he wanted to make a mess with you later on when he had more time. Coat your glasses up real good. Maybe help you lick them clean. 

"Fuck," he growled. "I need to leave, Sweetheart." Bradley pulled you to your feet and placed a soft slap to your ass. You kissed him hard one time, and he promised he'd take care of you later.

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"Tally, tally!" called one of the younger recruits into the radio. But his teammate and wingman left him hanging long enough that Bradley got himself quickly into position. A few seconds later, Bradley got tone on him and eliminated him. 

He was feeling great, and when the team landed along with Bradley, he took some time to show them where they went wrong and how they could improve. "As soon as you hesitate, it's over," he informed them, knowing very well that he had learned that lesson himself not terribly long ago.

The recruits filed back inside for lunch while Bradley joined Maverick and the other teachers to go over the plans for the afternoon. Honestly, he was having a great day, and when he was told he'd be taking another team up in the afternoon, he was looking forward to it.

But he must have been distracted. Or maybe he was the one who hesitated this time. Because as soon as Bradley managed to fly the two seater Super Hornet into a corner, he heard tone lock onto his own aircraft. 

He had been outmaneuvered by a twenty five year old student. 

Bradley landed his aircraft in a state of shocked silence, barely managing to communicate with the tower. He was mortified. And of course, as soon as he walked into the tower, everyone knew about it. 

"It happens," Mav told him. "It was your first day instructing. You'll nail their asses to the wall tomorrow."

But Bradley could see the looks on the students' faces. He could practically hear Nat's voice through her text message.

Are you fucking kidding me, Rooster? They took you out?

He wasn't even sure how she heard about it from the simulation classroom. But seemingly everyone knew. It took everything inside him to keep his shoulders squared and his voice calm. Because inside he wanted to rage. He wanted back up in the air. He wanted to meticulously pick off every single other aircraft one at a time until he didn't feel like a joke anymore. 

And that made him feel like maybe he wasn't ready to be an instructor yet.

"Fuck," he growled, slamming his locker door closed later. Absolutely nobody messed with him in the locker room. Nobody would even look at him. He was surrounded by dead silence everywhere he went. 

As he stormed out to his Bronco, his skin was crawling with the burning need to prove himself. To dominate his surroundings. When he started up the engine, he took a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm the rising temperature of his humiliation. The blazing desire to conquer. Overpower. Defeat.

He needed to get home to you. Somehow he knew you were the only thing that would make him feel better.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was practically panting. You were already home from work. This was good. When he opened the front door, he called out, "Where are you?" His voice was raspy. His body was too hot. 

"In the kitchen, Roo!" you replied. "Come tell me all about your day!" 

You had taken your boots and socks off, but you were still in your uniform with your hair pulled back in a tight bun. And you were up on the kitchen counter changing the lightbulb that he had noticed kept flickering. This kind of shit was his job to take care of around the house. You shouldn't have to be up on the counter like this. 

But as soon as he really looked at you, his cock throbbed with need. You looked at him over your shoulder as you finished with the new bulb. "What's wrong?" you asked softly, slightly alarmed. You must have seen the look in his eyes. He had never looked at you like this before.

Bradley knew you could make him feel better. If you let him do it. If you'd let him take his day out on you. 

He snagged you off the counter and into his arms as you squealed, but you quickly gaped at him as he carried you to the bedroom. 

"Bradley?" you whispered, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and searching his face.

He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, not bothering to remove his boots. You were silent, eyes wide and lips softly parted as he let you have his body weight. Your gaze was on his lips like you were expecting him to kiss you and be your sweet husband like he usually was.

"No," he growled, and your eyes darted up to his. You looked needy and uncertain. Bradley could tell you wanted to ask him what was going on. But then he read your last name on your nametag, annoyed that it didn't say Bradshaw yet. Very gently, he removed it, snapped it in half, and threw it across the room. Then he unbuttoned your shirt without a word and pushed it open wide. 

Your nipples were straining against your black lace bra. You were very subtly rubbing yourself up against his hard cock. Your pupils were dilated. You wanted to get fucked. 

"I hate your fucking name tag. Okay?" he asked, voice gruff as he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck. "I hate it."

You bit your lip and whispered, "You had a bad day."

"You told me you were going to get a new name tag," he grunted, pressing his hard cock against your thigh. "You said you submitted the paperwork for your name change."

"I did." Your voice was so needy. Bradley shoved his thumb into your mouth and watched as you opened wide and licked him.

"Get a new fucking name tag. And leave the light bulbs for me to change."

"I will," you said again with your mouth full of his thumb.

"Shut up," he growled, and your eyes went so wide as you moaned. "I'm not in the fucking mood. And I'm not going to be sweet. Not right now. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you cry. Use your pussy exactly how I want to."

You moaned around his thumb again. 

"Tell me that's what you want," he demanded. You nodded your head, and he withdrew his thumb. "Fucking say it."

"I want it." Your voice was breathy but sure, and Bradley was going to dominate you until your tears and whining made him feel better. Because there was always only you who could fix him.

He practically ripped open the front of your khaki uniform pants to get to you. Bradley yanked the fabric down your legs and sent your pants across the room to meet your broken name tag. Tiny, black lace panties cut low on your hips. He could see your tattoo. He could tell you were wet through the fabric. 

"You look like a little slut," he informed you. He watched you bite your lip as your back arched off the bed. "You shouldn't be this excited about being manhandled." Then the scrap of black lace met the same fate as your pants and the name tag.

Bradley had to commend you. You kept your mouth shut as he unzipped his flight suit, lowering the sleeves and pulling his cock free. You were silent as he rubbed himself through your wet slit. You didn't make a noise as he slowly slid himself inside your dripping wet pussy until he bottomed out. And only the softest sound escaped your lips as Bradley wrapped his big hands around your hips and lifted you slightly off the bed.

But you screamed when he held you in place, your ass in midair, and fucked you like you were his own personal toy. He slammed into your pussy with short, rough strokes. It was, in so many ways, the dirtiest thing he had ever done to you. And it felt to fucking good, Bradley could cum inside you right now. But your screams had him going harder, wanting to enjoy this feeling of control for as long as possible. 

"Louder," he told you. But he didn't really even need to say anything as he tightened his grip on your flesh and fucked you until tears leaked from your eyes. Your cries filled the room, so loud his ears were ringing from it. 

He withdrew from your body and let you fall to the bed. You were scrambling now, reaching for him. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes like you needed him to kiss you. 

He flipped you onto your belly before ramming his cock inside you again. Your hands were all balled up in the pillowcase as you cried out against the bedding. The rapid slap slap slapping noise of his body dominating yours was one of the prettiest things he had ever heard. The way you were letting him calm his nerves and soothe his ego, well if he hadn't already married you, he'd do it today. 

He palmed you softly before laying a solid smack right to the round of your ass. You moaned and sucked in a deep breath as he leaned down and put his lips next to your ear. "Tell me you want me to stop."

You shook your head and turned to look back at him, eyes red with tears. "Keep going," you hiccupped. "Please."

Bradley pushed your face back down into the pillow as you gasped and cried for him. He pumped his hips hard, grabbing at your thighs and your backside. Then he wrapped his forearm underneath you and pulled you up until you were on your knees for him. And how he had the perfect view of your body as you took him, full hilt, like a champ. You gorgeous pussy grabbed at him with each stroke, and Bradley spit on you where you were joined, making everything wetter.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked as you moaned and whimpered. "Huh? You actually fucking like this." He was so close as he spanked you just to feel you clench around him. "You fucking slut." 

He pressed his lips to your ear again and slipped his hand up to shove his fingers into your mouth. You were moaning and slobbering all over his hand, crying into the pillow. 

"You're perfect," Bradley growled as he filled you up with his cum. He fucked you with jerky strokes, pushing his load deeper and deeper until he guided you down flat on your belly with his hand on your ass. You were half crushed under his body weight, kitten licking his fingers when he realized he felt so good. So much calmer. You made everything better just like he knew you would.

But now he was slightly concerned that he had taken it too far, even with your permission. As he kissed along the back of your neck and ran his fingers softly up your arm, he whispered, "Are you okay, Baby Girl?"

Your voice was still a little watery with tears as you said, "I won't be able to walk tomorrow. And now I need to update my to-do list so I remember to order a new name tag. But that was hot. Do you feel better?"

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and buried his nose against your skin. He felt perfect. "So much better. Thank you." 

He helped you to your feet with the promise of a bubble bath. Then he assured you he could figure out how to make something for dinner. After he picked up all of the discarded clothing, he threw your name tag in the bathroom trash can while you sank down into the tub.

"I have an extra name tag in my office, you know," you told him with an eye roll and a smirk. 

"I know," he replied, bending to kiss your nose. "And I have an extra one in my locker. You can have it. We can match. It'll be cute." And now all he could think about was you wearing his last name on your khaki uniform every day. 

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Okay, yes...okay, yep. That happened. Stay tuned for the upcoming (4th!) series with Roo and BG called Always Ever Only You! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: ...Ruggie, are you sure that this is the place they're staying at? *looking at a small house*

Ruggie: Yes. Why?

Leona: ...

Leona: *frowns* Wasn't the alimony they received enough?

Ruggie: Uh... About that, Leona... MC sent it back.

Leona: ...

Leona: What did you say?

Ruggie: MC sent it back. The alimony.

Leona: ...

Ruggie: *knows that he's feeling furious* Let's go now. We shouldn't be here.

Leona: ...

MC: *reads the letter their father sent them*

"Come back to the estate and apologize."

MC: ...

MC: This is so disappointing. How can you not know your own child?

MC: *burns the letter*

MC: ...

MC: I need to find a job soon.

MC: Unfortunately, no one would take me out of fear of the Kingscholars.

MC: Should I just move to other places?

MC: *then suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chest*

MC: ...

MC: I see. Then we're going to travel.

Leona: ...

Leona: Ruggie.

Ruggie: I-I don't know, Leona! They were just here yesterday!

Leona: Didn't I tell you to spy on them?

Ruggie: Come on! How would I know?!

Leona: ...

Leona: Tch.

MC: *has arrived at Scalding Sands*

Jamil: Are you-

MC: I am not a noble anymore. So spare the title.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: *smiles* My name is Jamil Viper. My parents are expecting you.

MC: Hm.

Jamil: There are a lot of rooms for servants in the Al Asim estate.

MC: Yes. You did mention that in the letter.

Jamil: There is one which I think would be suitable for you.

Jamil: It has a bed and a cradle left by the former servants.

MC: That's good. I'll be using that then.

Jamil: Very well.

Kalim: Jaaaaaamiiiiiillllll! *running towards them*

Jamil: *sigh* Kalim.

Kalim: Hm? Is that the new hire?

Jamil: Yes. Meet MC.

MC: Pleasure to meet you, my lord.

Kalim: Haha! I like you already!

MC: ...

MC: Naive.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: I can't argue with that.

Kalim: Hm?

Ruggie: So, uh, Leona? MC left Sunset Savannah completely.

Leona: ...

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: It isn't a surprise anyway, right?

Leona: ...

Leona: Ruggie, I have a new job for you.

Ruggie: Yeah?

Leona: I want you to investigate what had happened to MC here.

Ruggie: Huh? Do you think there were others besides the false accusations of them receiving different people in your shared bedroom?

Leona: Yes. And if you have time, investigate their family as well.

Ruggie: I-

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: Leona? Why are you concerned about them all of a sudden?

Leona: ...

Leona: Quit asking. *then left*

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: *mutters* Why did you divorce if you're just going to look for them like this?

[antiquarianfics]

Accidental pt. 2

What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

warning(s): canon level violence, kidnapping, profanity

a/n: the comments on the last pt. were so affirming, omg. thanks, guys. anyway, here's a second part. ig the same idea stands: if this does well, maybe i'll do a pt. 3?

part 1

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"You're looking for a man by the name of Barnes, James Barnes. He's the owner of the bar you took me from, and he's the head of the Barnes Family. He'll have the answers you're looking for."

"Where can I find him?"

The man grins, a dashing smile.

“I’m right here, Doll.”

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Somehow, against your instincts, you manage not to take a step back. You keep your feet planted in front of the man, eye twitching a little, jaw clenching.

“You’re James Barnes?” You say, voice devoid of any real emotion.

“Disappointed? Looking for someone less handsome?” He shoots you a cheeky grin.

You scoff. “More like I wasn’t expecting to kidnap a mob boss.”

James laughs, a genuine laugh. “No, I bet you weren’t. However, I do have to say, I’m impressed. Not just anyone can take me by surprise.”

“How long?” You ask, ignoring his praise.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long until your men come looking for you? I expected more time, but with you being in charge…” You trail off.

“Ah, yes.” He glances down at the very expensive watch on his wrist. “Well, if it’s 11 now, I’d say… ah. 7 hours before anyone notices.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That long? Really? Are you sure you’re important?”

He grins at you, a dashing grin. You shake your head slightly. You shouldn’t be thinking about his smile right now--you shouldn't be teasing him.

“Very. But my people know not to bother me at night. What I do on my own time is my business. You’re in the clear as long as I show up on time to my meeting. If I’m not there... Well, then people begin to worry.”

You let out an involuntary laugh. “In the clear? You're telling me I’m going to get away with kidnapping you? Actually, don't answer that. You're baiting me, and distracting me. I need answers. Back to my sister. Where is she?"

"I was wondering if you'd forgotten about that."

"Answer the question," you say, stepping forward and putting your knife back up against his throat. It seems to do the trick.

James' face grows serious, as if the man in front of you was no longer playing around with you and had switched into his regular business persona.

"She's alive."

You let out a relieved breath. Alive is something. Alive is good.

"Where are you keeping her?"

"Well, doll, I can't just tell you that."

"Sure you can," you say, repeating your words from earlier.

He smirks, "Why don't you just take the knife away from my throat first? I'm precious goods."

You roll your eyes at him, but you pull the knife away. You hold the knife up to him as if to say I will pull this out again and set it down on the table a few feet away, and as you turn around, you pull a chair from the same table up to James, placing it right in front of him. You sit, an expectant look upon your face.

"Look, doll, why don't you just go ahead and untie me now that you've put that knife away, and we can have a friendly talk about this?" He asks.

You scoff, yet again. This man, you think, is insufferable.

"Try again, pretty boy."

"So you think I'm pretty?" He smirks.

"I think you're annoying, and I think you know where my sister is. So, how about you stop wasting my time and tell me what I want to know?"

He sighs dramatically and lets his head roll to the side as if he's bored before lifting it to look you directly in the eye.

"Like I said before, she owed me something she couldn't repay."

"What's that?"

"That information's gonna cost you, sweetheart."

"You're in no position to be negotiating right now," you say indignantly.

"Sure I am. Don't forget I'm the most powerful man in Brooklyn."

"Don't forget you're tied up and I have a gun."

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Fucking try me, doll."

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh. "Agree to my terms, sweetheart, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

You huff. "What are your terms?"

"'Atta girl!" He exclaims cheerily.

You grab your pistol from its holster at your side and aim it at the man in front of you, resting the gun on your thigh. He glances down at it before raising his gaze back up to you. He clears his throat, but something tells you it's not because he is nervous.

"Go on a date with me."

Your eyebrows shoot up. He's joking, you think. A date?

"A date?"

"A date."

"You want to go on a date with the woman who knocked you out, dragged you to an unknown location, tied you up, is demanding information from you, and is currently pointing a gun at you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons."

"How do I know you won't just kill me when I show up?"

"Because that wouldn't be very gentleman like of me. My mama raised me better."

"You're a mob boss. You extort and kill people for a living."

He shrugs. "Well, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"No," you say.

"No?" He asks, confused.

"I have my own conditions." James tilts his head slightly as a signal to go on.

"You've already confirmed that my sister is alive which confirms you have her locked up somewhere. You will let her go and forgive her debt for whatever the hell it is that she owes you. Do that and once she is safely at home and I've laid eyes on her, you can have that date. Do we have a deal?"

James is staring at you, and as much as you hate it, you can't read him. Your heart is pounding, and you're hoping, praying even, that you've not pushed too far.

"Deal."

You blink once, twice before it registers that he has accepted the deal. Damn, you think, he really wants that date.

"Have her home by... What time was your meeting again? 7? Have her home safely by 7 tomorrow," you say, standing up from where you sat in front of him. You begin to move around the basement, picking up your things that you had brought with you in the whole kidnapping ordeal. Once you've collected your things, you start walking towards the stairs to leave. "If she isn't there, the deal's off."

"You're just going to leave me here?" James asks, pulling at his arm restraints.

You look over your shoulder at him and smile at him. "You're a mob boss, doll, I'm sure you'll get out of there in time." Then, with that, you ascend the stairs.

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@cjand10 @vicmc624 @mostlymarvelgirl @livingoutsidethetardis

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace , @star-rie , @error-username-not-available , @dogberryrowan , @jamieweasley13 , @tansyuduri , @tercais , @robynnemrys I already had this part made, I may as well publish it ;)

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 (You're here) , PART 14

Arthur and Merlin first fight and a bit more of jealous Arthur

In Arthur's chambers.

Merlin: I'm telling you! He had nothing to do with Nimueh. He's innocent! It was all just a big misunderstanding!

Arthur: (not looking up from his papers) I heard you.

Merlin: Then why is Lancelot still in the dungeons?

Arthur: He could be dangerous.

Merlin: What are you talking about? He tried to help me! He saved my life!

Arthur: (finally looking up from his papers and standing up in anger) No, you put yourself in unnecessary danger again! After I told you not go alone, you did! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you? What's your obssession with confronting monsters and evil sorcerers all on your own?! You're no knight, no soldier. How can you be so ridiculously reckless?!

Merlin: (in realisation, indredulous) You're keeping Lancelot in the dungeons just because you're mad at me?

Arthur: (shouts) Yes! (thinking) Among other things (says) Maybe that way you'll learn your acts have consecuences.

Merlin: You can't do that!

Arthur: I'm the prince, so yes I can!

Merlin: (shouts, mad) You childish, spoiled, arrogant brat!

Arthur: Insult all you want. Lancelot is staying there. End of discussion.

Merlin: (pauses, disappointed) Then you're not the prince I thought you were (leaves).

Arthur: (affected by his words, makes a move to go to him, but stops himself, remaining furious) Childish he says. I'm mentally forty years old! I'm not childish! (sees a chair nearby and kicks it)

Time skip. Merlin venting to Gwen.

Merlin: That's what he told me! He's taking it out on Lancelot just to get to me! Can you believe it?!

Gwen: (sarcastic) On the man he found you with in his arms and alone in the woods? What a surprise.

Merlin: (doesn't notice the sarcasm and keeps on his rant) Oh, but let's see what he thinks when all his clothes are ripped and all his food ends up smashed on his face!

Gwen: Now you're being childish.

Merlin: Then what am I supposed to do? He's refusing to let Lancelot free no matter what I say!

Gwen: That's because you haven't tried everything.

Merlin: I did try everything!

Gwen: Really? Have you tried 'sweet persuasion'?

Merlin: ... What? 🤨

Gwen: Sweet persuasion 💁‍♀️. Is what we women do to get what we want and survive in a world ruled by men.

Merlin: But I'm a man.

Gwen: Doesn't mean you can't sweet persuade Arthur to get him to do what you want. 😏

Merlin: (unsure, but curious) What does it consist about?

Gwen: Well, first, you'd have to apologise and tell him that he's right for doing what he did.

Merlin: But he's not!

Gwen: You know that, I know that, but if we wait for him to realise that, Lancelot is going to stay in the dungeons till next solstice.

Merlin: (sighs) Okay, then what?

Gwen: Man love to be the center of attention, above all, they love to be their lov-people's hereos. Just play the defensless victim and act as he was your saviour. Praise him. And you'll have him at your feet.

Merlin: And then I'd ask him to free Lancelot?

Gwen: No, no, no. You shouldn't mention Lancelot all. You'd have to make this about Arthur and you alone.

Merlin: I don't know. That's sounds kind of humiliating.

Gwen: See? That's the problem with you men. You're too prideful to give in or recognise you're wrong, when actually success lies in knowing when to give in or better, letting the other believe he won.

Merlin: (still doubtful)...

Gwen: Just think about it (leaves).

Time skip. In the training grounds. Merlin goes to Arthur.

Arthur: (avoiding his eyes, still mad) Finally coming to do your chores?

Merlin: I wanted to speak with you.

Arthur: I'm not setting Lancelot free.

Merlin: It's not about that. I just wanted to say... that I'm sorry.

Arthur: (turns to him, surprised)... what?

Merlin: You're right. It was reckless and stupid of me to follow Nimueh by myself. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I just wanted to be more brave and strong... like you.

Arthur: (smiles smugly, flattered) You think I'm brave and strong?

Merlin: I've seen you fight (pats his arm). And you didn't hesitate to come after me, a servant. Nobody else would have cared. I'm so glad you did, Arthur. Fortunately, everything turned out alright, but what if it hadn't? If Nimueh had managed to kill me or do something worse to me? Or if nobody else had found me? (hugs himself, looking vulnerable) I was so scared.

Arthur: (puts a hand on Merlin's arm and begins to caress it with his thumb lovinly) Oh, Merlin. You don't have to be scared. I will always come for you. Always.

Merlin: (blushes a little, but keeps on his act) So you're not mad at me anymore? Will you forgive me? 🥺(puppy eyes)

Arthur: (smiles, touched) Only if you promise not to do it again.

Merlin: (celebrating inside, but disimulates) Of course! Thank you, Arthur. I know you'll always do what's right.

And shortly after Lancelot is set free.

Merlin: (in disbelief) I can't believe it worked.

Gwen: I told you. 😏

Merlin: Gwen, you're a genius! Where were this advice in my other life?

Gwen: What?

Merlin: Nothing. (cofs) Well, I'll see you later. I promised Lancelot I'll show him my room today.

Gwen: Why are you showing him your room?

Merlin: Oh, I invited him to sleep there since he doesn't have where to go.

Gwen: (scandalised) What?! 😨 Merlin, I don't think is a good idea to invite other man to sleep in your room.

Merlin: Why? He helped me and then spend days in the dungeons because of me. I think is the least I can do.

Gwen: I'm sure he's a nice person. (thinking) And a very handsome one. (says) I just don't think the prince is going to be okay with that.

Merlin: Why would he care who I bring to my room?

Gwen: Because he's...! very protective of you. And he is clearly not very fond of Lancelot.

Merlin: (skeptical) Right (rolls his eyes). I think I can handle one man and who I bring to my room is not his royal business (leaves).

Gwen: (puts a hand on her forehead, sighing) These two are going to be the death of me.

Time skip. In Merlin's room.

Merlin: (enters with Lancelot) Here. I know it's not much, but-

Lancelot: It's perfect (smiles, kindly) Thank you, Merlin. (looks at the lily near the bed) And that's a nice touch.

Merlin: Thank you! 😄 Arthur gave it to me 🥰

Lancelot: The prince?

Merlin: Yes.

Lancelot: Oh, you two are...

Merlin: (laughs) No, nothing like that. I told him there weren't many purple flowers and the prat just wanted to prove me wrong. It was a nice gesture though. (looks at the flower lovinly)

Lancelot: (thinking) Oh, gods, he doesn't know, does he? (says) Uh... Merlin? Does the prince know I'm staying here?

Merlin: Well, in fact-

Arthur: (suddenly enters) In fact, no. I didn't know. 😑

Merlin: (almost jumps out of his skin and smiles nervously) Arthur! What are you doing here? 😅

Arthur: You brought a stranger into your room?

Merlin: He's not a stranger, he's my friend.

Arthur: You just met him 3 days ago!

Merlin: (crosses his arms) Well, we got along quickly.

Arthur: I don't care if you're best friends now. He is not staying here.

Merlin: (raises his voice) You don't have a say in that! 😠

Arthur: (raises his voice too) I'm the prince!😠

Merlin: This is my room!😡

Arthur: This is my castle!😡

Lancelot: I'll just go. 😅

Arthur: Yeah, you better.😠

Merlin: No, you stay. 😠

Lancelot: (not knowing whether to stay or leave) Eh...

Merlin: See? Now you made him uncomfortable.

Arthur: Like he was going to be comfortable in this poky excuse of a room. There's barely space for one. Where was he going to sleep, uh? The floor?

Merlin: We were going to share the bed.

Arthur: WHAT?!!😨😤

Lancelot: (thinking) It's over. I'm dead. I need to prepare my will. "For the nice old man that show me the way to the citidel I want to...

Arthur: Over my dead body!😡

Merlin: Oh, come on. It's not so bad. If we snuggle together-

Arthur: NO!😡

Lancelot: (thinking) "...and for the lovily and kind maidservant, Guinevere, that brought me food while I was still in the dungeons, I know it's not much but I want her to have..."

Merlin: (remembering 'sweet persuasion') I get why you're worried, my lord. You only think in what's best for me and you don't know how much I appreciate it. But I also know you're a benevolent man who cares deeply for his people. You wouldn't leave a poor subject in need to fend for himself, would you? Please, let him stay.🥺(puppy eyes)

Arthur: (tries to resist the puppy eyes, but sighs) Fine. He can stay.

Merlin: Yay! Thank so much you, sire! 😊

Arthur: With one condition.

Merlin: Sure, anything!

Arthur: You'll move to the chambers next to mine.

Merlin: (in shock) ... what? 😧

Arthur: That way you can sleep more comfortably and Lancelot too. Problem solved.

Merlin: (Between happy, stunned and conflicted) It's really generous of you, sire. But... I like my room. And... I'm also Gaius apprentice. He needs me here. (thinking) And how am I suppossed to practice my magic If I sleep in the chambers right next to yours?

Arthur: The distance you walk to attend me and then help Gaius would be the same. As my personal manservant, you should have moved there from the start, anyways. So, what do you say?

Merlin: (trying to find a reason to deny but he's actually quite excited to have a new room) Does it have a bigger bed?

Arthur: (smirks) It has a bigger everything.

Merlin: (smiles brightly) I better start moving then, my lord. (Picks up the pot with the lily and leaves, happily).

Arthur: (looks where Merlin went with heart eyes and then turns to Lancelot with a serious face)

Lancelot: (awkward and nervous) Ahm... your generosity knows no boundaries, my lo-Ow! (exclaims when Arthur punches him in the face)

Arthur: I never said you'll stay here for free 😑. You can start by cleaning out the stables. (leaves)

Lancelot: (rubs his face and sighs) So much for being a knight.

[oneofstarkskids]

saturn

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky just likes to spoil his doll. you shouldn't expect any less on date night

genre: do you even have to ask anymore? ofc it's fluff

*not my gif*

it was your favorite night of the week. date night. you and bucky promised to spend one night a week just for yourselves. no missions, no avengers, just the two of you.

you would switch off planning every other week. today it was bucky's turn, and he always had the most romantic ideas.

you always loved spending time with bucky, but you especially needed it today. you felt inexplicably exhausted and wanted nothing more than sweet kisses and soft whispers from your blue eyed soldier.

his hands were resting on your hips and he had this teasing grin that told you he was up to something. "sam's letting us borrow his truck and it's already packed up."

you arched a brow, "how long are we going to be gone?" he kisses your forehead, "just for the night. don't worry, doll. i've got everything under control."

his words melted your heart and a smile spread across your lips instantly. "you can't tell me anything? not even an itty bitty clue?" you asked with a pout.

he gave you a stern look, "no, because that would ruin the surprise."

you groaned, but bucky just wrapped you in his arms and kissed all over your face, "you can wait a couple hours. trust me, it'll be worth it."

you grinned and shook your head, but you believed him.

he set you down carefully, "now go pack an overnight, so we can get out of here." you laughed and started walking away, but jumped as you felt bucky slap your ass. you turned around and shot him a glare.

the drive down was long and unfamiliar. you practically sighed in relief when bucky finally stopped the vehicle and turned off the engine.

you stepped out to stretch your legs and look around, but there was nothing to see. nothing but miles of fields and distant trees.

"hey, bucky?" you shouted to him as he got out too.

"yeah?" he shouted back, digging in the cargo bed for something.

"did you drag me out here to murder me?" you joke bluntly.

you turn to meet his disappointed scowl. "really?" he asks as you walk towards him.

you laugh, "i'm kidding! but seriously, what are we doing all the way out here?

bucky starts unfolding blankets and making a pallet in the back of the truck, "well, ever since we watched the one movie about the girl who falls in love with the boy but doesn't tell him she's dying, you haven't stopped talking about how romantic star-gazing is. so..."

he pulls out a large telescope and has the cutest grin on his face. you can hardly contain your excitement, "bucky! that's so sweet!" he gently sets the device down before you run into his arms.

"anything for you, doll face," he chuckles and places a kiss on your temple.

you help him finish setting the scene before laying in his arms and talking for a couple of hours. and of course, he brought snacks. could he be anymore perfect?

once it finally gets dark enough for you to see the stars, you look up in awe. you'd lost complete track of time with bucky. he stands up in the bed of the truck and reaches for your hand to lift you to your feet.

bucky brings you close and positions the telescope just right for you. he stands right up against you as you gaze at the sparkling sky. every now and then you'll ask him about a constellation and he'll look at this book that he brought along to give you the answers.

one could say it was the perfect date, but what really made it perfect was him.

a/n: i low key rushed the ending but its fiiiine. it's 4 am, give me a break.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Drive Safe (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Buckle up, and I hope you enjoy 😘💕

Synopsis: Jack wants that old thing back, but definitely doesn't go about it in the right way, eventually leaving you upset with him when all is said and done

Pairing: Ex-husband!Jack Harlow x Ex-wife!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Do not engage if you are underage

So that no one gets confused, this happens in an alternate universe where First Lady actually did file for divorce from Jack. The timeline is a little different as well.

It was around 1 AM when your phone rang and you immediately rolled your eyes because you knew who it was.

The special ringtone that you still hadn't changed because you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. At least not yet anyway.

Your ex-husband.

You had never thought in a million years that you would be divorced from your high school sweetheart, but here you were.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was him not fully being supportive of you as your own career was taking off. Time and time again, he would disappoint you and disrespect you and you came to the conclusion that this wasn't the same person that you married and that person you had fallen in love with when you were fifteen was long gone. T here were rumors circulating about him cheating on you with your close friend Taylor Rooks, but he denied it until he was blue in the face that he would never step out on you and hasn’s stepped out on you for the entire time that you were in a relationship.

The two of you had been fully separated for a year and a half, but the divorce got finalized a few months ago.

When you told him that you wanted a divorce, at first he welcomed the idea and you remember how badly it hurt to see his reaction, acting as if he didn’t want to try to do anything to fix it. But then a week later, he called you on facetime bawling his eyes out with snot running down his face and begging you not to.

At first PG was trying to stay out of it and remain neutral, but they then began to take sides and expressed that you were a difficult person to work with and be around which you were extremely hurt by since you would do anything for them and in short, ended up cutting them off. However, you honestly thought it was because of their loyalty to Jack since they had known him longer.

You were still the first lady of Private Garden and Jack had told you that it would never change no matter what had happened between the two of you.

However, when it came to Urban he was trying to do everything he possibly could for the two of you to get back together, but you wouldn't budge. He was basically stuck in the middle and he wanted out. Jack would blame you and you would blame Jack all while Urban was simply trying to keep the peace. 

The one person that you shouldn't have been surprised by was Neelam, but you still were. You found out that she was rejoicing because of the divorce since she felt that you had been holding Jack back from the beginning and knew after the two of you made up that she still didn't like you despite her actions showing something different.

She actually tried to call you to plead her case, but in your mind the damage had already been done.

As much as Clay would joke around about you divorcing Jack, it hit him like a ton of bricks when the news actually broke and was genuinely upset. The first thing he did was call you to make sure that you were okay because he knew how Jack had been treating you for those last few months and he didn’t like it one bit.

But, you weren't going back on your word no matter what. Then when you found out you were pregnant with not only one baby, but three, Jack pleaded with you once again to take him back, but you still refused. Deep down, you knew that you still loved him, but you didn't think that you were in love with him anymore. The two of you definitely shouldn't have been sleeping together while going through the divorce so you were definitely both surprised when it happened. 

Or were you just lying to yourself? 

Now you were about three months along and needed all the sleep that you could get, but obviously that didn't matter to him. It had taken you forever to get comfortable and he was about to get an earful from you.

“Jackman, it is one in the morning. What do you want?” You asked while finally rolling over and answering your phone.

“I know. I'm sorry to call you this late, but I didn't check on you earlier like I promised. Are you okay? How are the babies?”

“You mean to tell me this couldn't wait? Sweet gesture I admit but we're fine and trying to sleep.”

“No, I needed to check on my girl. Can you come to the studio real quick?”

“Are you…? Jackman, are you deaf? And I'm not your girl anymore. We have literally been divorced for four months now.”

“Please baby.” Jack pleaded once again and all you did was throw your head back in frustration.

“You have lost the right to call me that.”

“I… just for a little bit? I'm working on something and want you to hear it.”

“How do you even know I'm in Louisville?”

“Because you still share your location with me or did you forget?”

Well fuck.

“I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I'm staying for an hour and you better not be on no bullshit and waste my time.”

“I promise it'll be worthwhile.” 

Once you got to the studio and made your way inside, you were surprised to see him in there by himself. When he heard your footsteps, he immediately turned around to greet you.

He caught you off guard by bringing you into a hug and kissing your forehead. He looked so good, but you knew better. You promised yourself that you wouldn't get roped back in.

Besides, you were already pregnant. 

“It's good to see you.”

“Jackman, you saw me three days ago at my doctor's appointment. Can you just play me the song so that I can go home and sleep?”

“Damn, okay. I forgot how impatient your ass was sometimes.”

“Hmm, my impatient ass put up with your bullshit for an entire year, so I would rethink that statement if I were you.” You said while rolling your eyes and all he did was sigh.

“I didn't ask you to come here to fight with you.” He said pulling the chair out so that you could sit down.

“Let's hear it then. What's it called?”

“Lovin’ On Me.” He answered as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in silence as you listened to it and you can admit that you definitely liked it. Once it was finished, he simply turned to you to ask you what you thought about it.

“Sooo, what do you think?”

“I like it.”

“Any suggestions or anything I could do better?”

“No, I like it just the way it is. It'll definitely chart. Now was that all? Can I leave?” You asked as you tried to get up, but he immediately stopped you by pulling you into his lap.

“Hold on, what are you in such a rush for? I just want to talk. You got someone else waiting in my spot in your bed?”

“I…. Talk about what?”

“How I've been wanting for us to try this again. You know I still love you.” He replied as he kissed your cheek and all you did was sigh. 

“The ink isn't even dry on the damn divorce papers.”

“I… Look, I promise that things will be different. You know you're my favorite girl to be around.”

“Oh, so you have other ones? Like Taylor for example?”

“Y/N, please. I've been fucking miserable without you and for the last damn time I did NOT cheat on you especially with one of your best friends.”

“And who's fault is that? And I don’t know if I’ll ever believe you.”

“I know I have no one to blame but myself and I take full responsibility for it.”

“Hmm, that's a first.”

“Can we stop with the sarcasm for a minute?”

You turned to look at him and simply nodded your head. 

“I want to prove it to you if you give me the chance. You don't have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it. Can you at least do that for me, pretty girl?”

You knew when he called you ‘pretty girl’ that it was over and that you could feel yourself about to fold.

All you did was nod your head as Jack leaned in to bring his lips to yours to capture you into a kiss and you couldn’t help but to kiss him back. He then deepened it and slipped his hand into your leggings and slowly began to rub small circles on the outside of your thong that you were wearing.

“Look how wet you are for me. No one can get you wet like I do. You want me to take care of that for you?”

All you did was whimper in response and he simply smirked before letting out a small laugh.

“I take that as a yes. Spread your legs for me baby and let me work.”

You immediately obliged as he now slowly started to massage your clit before slipping two of his fingers inside of you.

“Shiiit.”

“Shh, we have to be quiet. Be a good girl for me.” Jack said as he then added another finger and increased his pace of them pumping in and out of you while placing kisses along your neck.

It wasn't long before you hit your peak and released all over his fingers and he immediately put them in his mouth. He let you ride out your high before he began tugging on your leggings.

“Take these off. I want to see that pretty pussy that I missed so much.” 

Once you did, he carried you over to the couch that was in the corner of the studio and laid you down while slowly climbing on top of you.

“Let me taste you first.” Was all he had to say before he parted your legs.

You simply peeled off your shirt while throwing it across the room and Jack took notice that you didn't have on a bra as your pierced nipples were on full display.

“Damn, a sight that I never get tired of.” He quietly said before hovering over you and placing one of them in his mouth and sucking lightly making you moan.

“I can't wait to see how full they'll get in a few months.” He whispered as he then began to suck harder as he rolled the other one through his fingers.

Hearing your moans and whimpers underneath him was bringing Jack satisfaction in knowing that he could still have this effect on you. Even though it's only been a few months, this is the longest amount of time that the two of you had spent with one another besides the time that the triplets were conceived.

He quickly switched to the other one as you were trying to reach your hand down to massage your clit, but he quickly pushed your hand away.

“I'll suck your clit in a minute, be patient. I want to take all of this in.”

If you were only wet before, you knew that there was now a waterfall between your legs. Jack continued with his task of sucking on your left nipple when out of nowhere another orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making him smirk.

“You know good and damn well I'm the only one who has this effect on you and can fuck you this good. Now let me eat my favorite meal.” Was all you heard before you felt him take one long lick across your folds making you moan.

“And you better stay still.”

As Jack continued pleasuring you, you felt him slip two fingers into you before sucking on your clit as promised and making you gasp.

“Ooohh, fuckkkk.” You exclaimed as you grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair to pull him closer. He wasn't letting up and you knew good and damn well that he was nowhere near done with you.

The familiar feeling was building in your stomach and you knew that you were close.

“Baby, I…”

“Oh, now I'm your baby because I'm making you feel good?” Jack asked as he smirked before focusing back on you.

You didn't even have time to answer him before you ended up squirting all over his face making you gasp, but he still continued to suck on your clit as you were trying to catch your breath.

“Yes, that's my good girl. You gonna to do it again for me? You gonna squirt all over my face?” Jack asked as his mouth went back on you and all you could do was nod to answer him. He now had a hold on both of your legs to pull you closer to him if that was possible.

Not even three minutes had passed before you once again squirted all over his face and Jack had to reach up to cover your mouth with his hand in order for you to keep quiet.

He was getting bricked up by the moment with hearing your whimpers and moans for him and knew that he needed relief and needed it fast. He undid his pants and got his boxer briefs down in record time and was simply stroking himself as he peered down at you.

You reached up in order to take him in your mouth but he simply shook his head no and gently pushed you back down.

“You ready, princess?” He asked you and you simply nodded.

“I asked you a question so you need to open up your mouth and tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You want daddy to fuck you? You sure?” Jack asked while smirking and you were close to rolling your eyes, but if you would have done so, he would have dragged this out even longer.

“Yes. You already interrupted my sleep so it's the least that you can do.”

“Hmm, fair enough.” Jack answered you as he laughed.

Jack slowly slid into you bottoming out as he let out a loud moan and series of curses.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel around me.”

It took you a second to adjust and he gave you a few moments before he started to move. But he didn’t do so without your permission. 

“Move.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” Was all he said before you felt nice, slow, and deep strokes but you knew that this wasn't going to last long. Sure enough Jack then placed your legs on his shoulders and began pounding into you.

“That's my good girl. Look at you taking all this dick. You missed me didn't you? Even if you say no, your body is saying otherwise.”

“Mmm, baby.” Was all you could breathe out before you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck and now your noses were touching. He simply caught you in a kiss as he continued to pound into you.

“Open your pretty mouth.” He whispered as he broke the kiss and you happily obliged as he then spit in your mouth and quickly swallowed.

“Good girl.” Jack breathed out before placing his right hand on your neck and squeezing while keeping his same pace. 

“Who fucks you as good as me, princess? Huh?”

“No one.” You quickly breathed out as Jack was now massaging your clit.

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it. This pussy is mine and mine only. You understand?” Jack asked and when you didn't answer, he squeezed your neck tighter, but not tight enough for it to hurt so that you would answer him.

“I thought I asked you a question. I need to hear you say that it's mine.”

“It's yours, just let me cum damn it!”

Your orgasm then hit you and you felt as if you were seeing stars as you laid underneath Jack whimpering. You felt him then begin to move again before he asked you to open your mouth.

“You want me to cum in that pretty mouth? Open wide for me baby. Fuck I'm close. Play with your clit for me.”

You did as you were told before you sat up and before you could take him in your mouth, cum started releasing and you quickly licked it up. Once you were done, you took him in your mouth and got the rest of it like he asked.

Once he pulled himself from your mouth, he reached down to kiss you before laying down on top of you.

“Damn, I missed this and I missed you.” Jack quietly said as you were drawing small circles on his back.

“I missed you too.”

The two of you were quiet before he spoke up again. 

“Just take your time and think about what I said. No rush. I’m not going anywhere and I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

“Okay.”

After simply laying with Jack for about another hour or so, he helped you get dressed before walking you out to your car and placing another kiss on your cheeks, forehead, and your lips last.

“I love you.” He breathed out, but when you started to speak, he cut you off.

“If you're not ready to say it yet, it's fine. But my feelings towards you haven't changed. I know it might take a while if we actually do this again.”

“Just give me some time.”

“Whatever you need, baby.” Jack replied as he helped you step up into your G Wagon that he had bought you for Valentine’s Day two years ago.

“How about a goodnight kiss before you leave?” He asked while wiggling his eyebrows, making you laugh but you soon caved.

“Drive safe and let me know when you get home.”

—-

The two of you had been spending more and more time together as he was working on his new album and a lot of that time was either spent in the studio or with him fucking your brains out. Over the course of the next few months, you decided to let Jack move back in with you and kept it quiet because the last thing you would ever ask was for someone’s opinion about it. You were two adults who could do what you both wanted.

It was early in the day and Jack had mentioned about him wanting to go to the studio early so that he could come back and spend time with you seeing as your due date was getting closer.

He was currently begging you for more kisses even though you had given him several already.

“Jackman, I have been giving you kisses for close to thirty minutes. You should have been left.” You said as he was now kissing down your neck and attempting to lift up your shirt.

“Just a few more.”

“I’ll be here when you come back! I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” 

“Last time you told me that, you ended up divorcing me.”

“Don’t push it. Now do you want kisses or not?” You replied as you eyed him.

“Yes, please.”

You reached up to place several kisses on his lips and he eagerly kissed you back. When the two of you broke apart, he simply placed another one on the tip of your nose before smiling at you.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

“And call me if you need or want anything. Like food, something to drink, my dick. You know, the usual.”

“BYE JACKMAN.”

“Okay, I’m going! I’m going!”

You saw to it that he got in his car before you decided to go upstairs and into the nursery to start folding up clothes for the triplets. You couldn’t exactly bend down in order to get them in the last drawer in the dresser and would have to wait for Jack, but you were still on a mission to do what you could in the meantime so that there was less to do later. 

As you were folding one of the last onesies, you suddenly got a facetime call from Taylor and you immediately answered.

The two of you had only spoken through text when the news broke since there had been rumors surrounding her and Jack. In your heart of hearts, you don’t think that she would betray you in that matter, but you weren’t sure considering how PG ended up treating you when they found out that you had filed for divorce. 

“Hey.” You heard her say as you moved all of the neatly folded clothes to the left of you.

“Hi.”

“So, how are you? How have you been? What’s new? I miss you and I’m worried about you.”

“Shouldn’t you be asking my ex-husband that?” You immediately shot at her and all she did was sigh.

“Y/N, please. I would never hurt you like that. Both of you mean a lot to me and I would never want to be the cause of two of my closest friends’ marriage ending. I would never lie to you, I can promise you that nothing happened. He did see me that night because he was crying his eyes out and bawling over you because at that point, he knew it was inevitable and that you were going to file for divorce.”

“Then why didn’t he simply tell me that?” You asked her, but all you got was a shrug in response.

“I guess because he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to change your mind.”

“Hmm.”

“If I may ask, how are the two of you? I heard that some reconciliation may be happening?”

“Um, it’s… I guess you can call it that. Just taking it slow and steady at the moment despite me knowing him since I was fourteen. It just got to the point where I didn’t recognize the person that I had married and I wanted out.”

“That’s fair, but I have another question.”

“Yes?”

“When you do have the babies seeing as the two of you are officially divorced, are you going to file for full custody?”

“What? Why?”

“Well, Jack is always busy and always on the go. That just seems to make more sense to me. This is not me trying to get you to one up Jack. I’m thinking of the kids.”

“Taylor, do you not realize how messy that could get? I mean thank goodness the divorce wasn’t because he basically gave me everything but to keep his kids from him?”

“You aren’t keeping him from them, it was just a suggestion so that they could grow up in a stable environment. That’s all. I meant no harm by it. Even if you two are on good terms now, you never know what could happen.”

What you didn’t know was that Jack had forgotten his phone charger and came back to the house to get it from your shared bedroom. He didn’t expect to hear a snippet of your conversation with Taylor and her basically suggesting that you file for full custody but he also didn’t hear you disagree with her. This obviously made him feel some type of way and immediately felt like these last few months had been a waste of time if this was what you were going to do all along. Bottom line was that he couldn't trust you and he was determined to hurt you first before you hurt him.

Something had been bothering Jack for the last few days and despite him saying that he was okay and that it was nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help but to feel uneasy. He had been spending less and less time with you and you made it a point to bring it up tonight before the two of you went to bed. He was spending longer hours at the studio than before which you understood since his album was getting closer to dropping, but something didn’t feel right.

That was where he was currently when you got a notification on your phone saying that he had posted a new reel for a song entitled “Drive Safe.” You admit that you were excited seeing as that was what he would always tell you before the two of you parted ways, but it took a turn for the worst as you started listening to it and scrolling through the comments.

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jackharlow: drive safe prod by 2forwoyne

jackharlowsource: the dynamic duo is back! colebennett: neelam ain't a fan of her neelamthadhani: Mhmmm jackandy/naremyparents: all I know is this better not be about y/ninsta urbandjack25: um if I was this girl, I would be throwing up right about now quiiso: absolute fireeee allthingsy/n: hmm well we known neelam never liked y/n so there's that y/ninsta: oh lol 🙃 urbandjack25: ahhhh shit here we go jackharlow: y/ninsta got something to say sweetheart? y/ninsta: jackharlow don't bother coming home is all I'm going to say jackharlowsource: WAIT ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER? SOMEONE FILL ME IN. I'M LOST. allthingsy/n: I knew it was about her. jack is always fucking something up. I hope she gets with Dua, Clay, Giveon, Drake, or Bryson.

When you heard the door open downstairs, you flew down the steps so that you could be face to face with him. 

“JACKMAN, are you fucking serious? You plead and beg practically on your fucking knees for me to take you back and this is how you act? You write a song about me and make me feel like shit? That’s really what you think of me? The person who was once your wife?”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS GOING TO FILE FOR FULL CUSTODY. BUT NOT IF I FUCKING DO IT FIRST.”

“What?! Where did you even get that from?”

“I heard you talking with Taylor! I forgot my phone charger and came back to get it and I overheard you two.”

All you could do was stare at him as he was now red in the face and fuming.

“Oh, don’t have much to say now do we?” He asked and you simply laughed to yourself.

“Then you obviously didn’t hear the part of the conversation where I disagreed with her and I said that it would get messy and that I would never do anything to keep you from your children.”

“Wait, what?”

“She was the one who suggested it, saying that it would be a more stable environment for them to grow up in one place.”

“Oh….”

“And I told her no.”

“Umm…”

“Jackman, get out.”

“I… wait….”

“What am I waiting for? You fucking embarassed me with that song and this isn’t the first time that you’ve embarrassed me in front of the entire world. The dead giveaway was saying Neelam doesn’t like her and telling me to drive safe. That’s what you would always tell me any time we leave each other. You took shots at me left and right and the sad part is because of who I am, you fucking know that I would do anything for you but I don’t get that same treatment in return. But now, we are not EVER getting married again. If you cannot simply come to me and ask me about something for clarification then we don’t need to be together.”

“Baby, I can fix this. Just let me fix it.”

“How? Fucking how, Jackman? The song has been released and it’s out for the world to see. There’s no coming back from that.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I bet you are.” You replied with tears pricking the corner of your eyes, but you were determined to not let them fall. 

“I just need…”

“No. You don’t need another chance. We are done here. Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house. At this rate because of what you pulled, you’ll be lucky if I even let you in the delivery room. Do not call me, do not text me, do not DM me, do not send a fucking carrier pigeon to get a message across to me. We.are.done. Done for good this time. And because of what you did, I just might file for full custody since our children don’t know how immature their father is. And on that note, good night and good day to you.”

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Inked surprises

What's better than getting tattoos? Surprising your wife with them!

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 1.4k • Warnings: vague mention of SH scars This is part of my series where I post small scenes I've written over the years that have never seen the light of day. Masterlist

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

2028

The house was quiet, the bedroom semi-dark. Katya stood at the end of the bed in her pajamas, twisting the cap on the tube of tattoo cream. 

Her body vibrated with excitement. Way too much to sleep. The whole afternoon, she'd anticipated showing her wife what she'd really been doing in town today. It was a miracle she didn't blurt it out earlier, especially with the knowledge that Natasha would absolutely love the surprise, but she had an idea in mind and she wanted to execute it exactly the way she imagined. It was cheesy, but romantic, and would make it a million times better than if she were to simply take off her shirt.

Natasha just came out of the bathroom now, tying off the end of her braid. Her face glowed with the moisture of her skincare, and her presence brought along the smell of vanilla. Katya quickly tossed the tube of cream on the bed, trying to act casual as she smiled, but the movement caught Natasha's sharp eye. 

She stopped in her tracks. ''Is that…'' Her gaze flickered from the tube, to Katya's smug face, back to the tube, and then back to Katya's even smugger face. Her jaw slowly dropped when realization settled in. "Katariina, you did not."

Katya grinned widely. This wasn't the way she hoped this would go, but the response was exactly right. "I did." 

A dozen different emotions flickered behind Natasha's eyes. Playful disappointment, surprise, a hint of lust, but mostly excitement. She loved it when Katya got new tattoos as a surprise. "Show me.''

"Hmm…" Katya hummed in thought, pursing her lips. "No." 

"Please?"

"Begging already?" Katya chuckled when Natasha's face fell into an unimpressed stare. She was loving this power play already. Natasha not so much. "I have a riddle for you. Solve it, and it'll be your only hint."

Natasha scoffed. "A riddle? What am I? Four?"

"Fine.'' Katya shrugged, turning away to pick up the tube to toss it in her nightstand. ''No riddle, no tattoos."

Natasha stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest, watching Katya as she walked around the room. "What are you going to do? Hide your naked body from me for the rest of your life?" When it stayed unwaveringly silent, Natasha groaned in defeat. She knew Katya couldn't keep this up forever, but she could keep it up for a long time. And her own patience wasn't that good. "Give it to me."

With an excited smile, Katya abruptly turned back to her. "I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?"

She watched Natasha's face closely while she tried to figure it out. The gears visibly turned behind her eyes, searching for the answer. It wasn't too difficult of a riddle, it shouldn't take her smart brain long to get it. Not to Katya's surprise, she lit up quickly, puzzle pieces falling into place.

"You got seven tattoos?" Natasha hissed in disbelief, her arms slipping loose until they dangled by her sides. Her reaction was nearly comical. If this was a cartoon, her eyeballs would jump out of her head. "How small are they?!"

Katya chuckled slyly, slowly closing the distance between them. "Nuh-uh, you got your hint." The front of Natasha's shirt bunched up in her fist when she yanked her forwards into a kiss, catching her off guard again. 

It was so disorienting—the kiss and the earlier surprise—that Natasha barely managed to kiss her back, still reeling about seven new tattoos as Katya pulled her on top of her on the bed. They fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, years of practice helping Natasha unconsciously sort out this straddling-situation. Only the feeling of Katya's tongue tracing her bottom lip pulled her out of her haze. 

With a shake of her head, she pulled back, attempting to regain her composure. "Distracting me is not going to work."

Katya smirked up at her mysteriously, her brown hair a mess around her head. "I'm not trying to distract you, I'm trying to help you. But it won't work if you don't follow your instincts."

Natasha suspiciously narrowed her eyes at her. How was kissing going to help her out? "You are being so vague right now."

"Indulge me."

Defeatedly, Natasha sighed, going back to kissing her. As expected, she quickly lost the battle against her brain as the taste and feel of Katya's lips took over every other thought. She grew more eager, biting Katya's bottom lip playfully to pull the softest of whimpers from her right as her hand began to wander over her body. It came naturally, her movements, her needs guiding her.

Before long, Natasha had forgotten about the tattoos, the lust freely roaming her veins. Katya hooked a leg over her back and used the incredible strength in her thigh to yank her body down until it was flush against hers. A husky grunt flew from Natasha's lips, her heart starting to pound in her chest with anticipation of something more.

Eagerly, she left Katya's lips to trail the kisses up her jaw, nipping at the skin. Her lips followed the same path they always did, in search of that patch of soft skin right below her wife's left ear. A kiss to that place, and Katya—

Natasha froze. It was like someone hit her on the head and slammed out all the arousal that clouded her logical brain. Utterly confused, she snapped her head up, staring at the spot she meant to kiss. Katya's grinning eyes watched her process why the skin felt sticky.

There, directly below Katya's earlobe, sat a tiny heart, about half the size of her pinky's fingernail. It appeared Natasha found one of the tattoos. 

She frowned at it, finding the placement quite odd. Her gut told her there was more to it. What did Katya say again? Natasha fought through the haze of lust in her mind to recall her exact words from before.

Her instincts… Katya knew her instincts would bring her here, that her lips would end up going to that spot. Maybe that also meant—

Eager but carefully, Natasha pulled the neckline of Katya's shirt down, smiling to herself when that same outlined heart was tattooed on the top of her left breast, where her living, beating heart resided.

She was onto something.

Wordlessly, Katya sat up to help her remove her shirt all together. 

Another heart, right there on the outside of her right shoulder. 

Starting to get strangely giddy, Natasha gently twisted Katya's body around to confirm her suspicions on number four, at the very top of her spine, right between her shoulder blades. 

She was fully smiling now, tracing the shape with her finger. However, there didn't seem to be any other hearts on Katya's upper body.

Questioningly, Natasha glanced down at Katya's pants, then up at her grinning face again. They both knew she had figured it out by now, but it was fun to have her guess.

The inside of Katya's right knee. The inside of her left thigh, very close to the seam of her underwear. Those made six. But no matter how hard Natasha looked—curiously hooking her finger under the waistband of her underwear before Katya slapped her hand away—she couldn't seem to locate the last one.

"You're missing my favorite," Katya muttered as Natasha hovered over her, playing with the ends of Natasha's braid. That's when the redhead spotted it, on the inside of her wrist. Number seven. "There were many more spots, but then my whole body would be covered."

Natasha couldn't find any words to describe the feelings in her chest or the thoughts in her head. Katya had put a heart on her favorite spots to be kissed. By her.

"Do you like it?" Katya asked softly. It was a stupid question, the emotion was written all over Natasha's face. 

"I love them,'' she managed to squeeze out. Gently, she took Katya's hand in her own, kissing the heart on her scarred wrist. Her own heart felt like it was going to explode right out of her chest. ''But you know I don't need a map to know where you like to be kissed."

"You immediately knew where to find them…'' Katya whispered vulnerably, feeling so seen and so loved. 

''Of course I did, honey. How can I be your wife and not know all of you?'' Natasha smiled tenderly. This was the single most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. Tears burned behind her eyes as she stared deeply into Katya's. ''You want to know my favorite spot?''

Katya nodded, closing her eyes when Natasha leaned in. Her lips were ready to get their kiss, parting in anticipation, but they were never touched.

Her forehead tickled at the brush of a feather-light kiss.

[yusume-the-writer]

Then please may I request Rayne x reader where she fainted cause of being sick and overwork but didn’t say anything and kept going?

Know when to rest and work!!

Request made by Anon, hope you like it

I'm sorry for the delay

Warning: Quote about not eating and sleeping properly (children don't do that)

Genre: Comfort and Fluff

 Rayne Ames x Gender Neutral Reader

 Summary: (Name) was busy with work and other activities that took a toll on his health, so it wasn't a surprise that they passed out, but don't worry your amazing boyfriend Rayne is to the rescue!!!!

'How did you get to this state?' (Name) think to herself while looking at her reflection in the mirror

 The reflection showed a person with disheveled (h/c) hair and large dark circles under their eyes.

 'It looks like you didn't even sleep last night...' (Name) thinks while still staring at her reflection until she realizes something, 'Wait... I didn't really sleep last night' (Name) lowers her head and faces the sink, as if something much better than her current appearance, which really was

 How long has it been since (Name) had a proper sleep and meal? A week or two, maybe it was more, but (Name)'s pride was greater to take that on

 The main reason that (Name) was not getting adequate sleep and meals was that they were extremely busy with schoolwork and activities

 'Just put water on your face and everything will be fine' (Name) thinks while turning on the tap in the sink and takes a handful and throws it on his face

 And of course (Name) could talk about it to his beloved Rayne, but... they didn't want to burden him with things they could do themselves.

 Rayne was a man busy with his role as Divine Visionary and all that.

'And just one more day, and then you'll finally get your beauty sleep! You can do it (Name)!' They think as they leave their room ready for another day of school, and go to the library to continue researching the work the teacher asked for.

 After all, today was an important day, a work on certain types of magic and how they could be related to a specific God, just put the finishing touches on it and it will be incredible.

 "(Name)?" A male voice interrupts (Name)'s thoughts

 When they realized that the voice was in front of them, (Name) faced the owner of the voice

 Clear eyes stare at (e/c)

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Ah, Ray! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria?" (Name) says while still looking into her boyfriend's beautiful eyes

 Rayne then stares at (Name) as if they had offended the rabbits "I was going there but why aren't you in the cafeteria" He continues as he crosses his arms and stares at (Name)

 "Ah! I-and I was going to the library to look for a book, then I was going to the cafeteria" (Name) says, it's true that they were going to the library looking for a specific book, but they wouldn't leave the library until were the classes

 "You'd better go to the cafeteria and then the library" Rayne says while still staring at (Name), he looked like a father who just found his son returning from a party he told him not to go to

"Ah... I'm kind of scared of forgetting to get the book, so I thought I'd go to the library first" (Name) says. They didn't want to stop talking to Rayne, but they didn't want to worry him

"I'm really sorry, Rayne, but I really need to get this book before it's too late" (Name) continues while staring at Rayne with her best puppy dog eyes

 "I'm going with you, so let's go to the cafeteria together" Rayne says as she turns towards the library path holding out her hand for (Name) to take

 "Okay~" (Name) says while holding Rayne's hand and the two walk together

.

.

.

(Name) never thought she'd be grateful that Rayne was so busy

 (Name) managed to get the book and when they and Rayne went to the cafeteria together, they called Rayne for a deal about the magical items

 Rayne looked disappointed, but with (Name)'s insistence, he went to help

 Now (Name) was sitting in the classroom of his first class, as he finished the final preparations for his presentation

 'It has to be perfect!!! Nothing can go wrong!!!' (Name) think as she closes the reference book and sees her colleagues entering

 'I didn't eat breakfast, but that's okay, at lunch I increase my portion' They think when they realize they ate nothing but water and a granola bar yesterday

 The teacher enters the room and goes to her place and starts taking roll.

"As we know, today we still have presentations, and now it's Mr (Name)'s turn to introduce himself." As soon as the teacher finishes explaining, she waves towards (Name) for them to start

 (Name) with the help of her magic pick up the items from her presentation and will start walking to go ahead

 'Now it's all or nothing' (Name) says as they close their eyes and smile

 But the moment they open their eyes... they find themselves faced with a ceiling that wasn't their classroom.

 They were in the infirmary

 "...What?..." (Name) says while trying to process why she's staring at the infirmary ceiling

 "You're finally awake!" Suddenly clear eyes that showed concern stared at (Name), they had already seen these eyes before

 It was Rayne Ames, or rather (Name)'s boyfriend

 "Rayne? What are you doing here?" (Name) says as they start to try to get up, but are stopped by Rayne, who puts her hands on his shoulders and gently pushes him to the bed, which makes them look at him with confusion.

Knowing that (Name) was going to ask, Rayne says, "You should rest as much as you can; you fainted while going to the front to give a work presentation"

 "Ah, that's what happened" (Name) says as he starts to think about the trouble they went through when they fainted in front of their classmates and teacher

 "...Why didn't you tell me you were overwhelmed?" Rayne says out of nowhere with a tone of voice that showed concerns

 And of course he would be worried, he was notified that his beloved had fainted as soon as they separated.

 "I kind of didn't want to worry you about something silly, you're so busy you don't even have time to rest, I thought it would be better for me to take care of it myself" (Name) says as he starts to sit on the bed, Rayne didn't interrupt him this time

 As soon as (Name) sits up completely on the bed and faces Rayne

 Then they touch Rayne's head and start playing with his hair "But I messed up, I'm sorry for worrying you" (Name) says while sending a guilty smile

 Rayne stares at (Name) as they continue to play with their hair

 Then Rayne closes her eyes as they feel the sensation of their fingers brushing her hair

 "It's okay... but next time tell me and take care of your health"

 "OK!"

 "I'll bring you lunch," Rayne says as she gently takes (Name)'s hand away and holds it in hers.

 Suddenly he brings his hand to your lips and kisses your wrist

 "Okay, I'm going" As soon as he breaks the kiss he gets up and heads towards the infirmary door

 Rayne was probably ignoring that it made (Name) a blushing mess that could compete with her little brother's friend's hair color.

 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

 "Here" Rayne hands (Name) a lunch box with rabbit details around it

"You didn't need to make food for me." Even though (Name) denied it, they still took the lunch box and opened his lunch box

 As soon as they picked it up, Rayne took out a similar lunch box

 "The teacher saw your work and said you got full marks" Rayne says as she opens the lid of her lunch box and starts eating.

 "I'm glad my sweat and tears weren't wasted on this work" (Name) says as she takes a piece of her food and puts it in her mouth

After that little conversation, comfortable silence filled around the two of them in the infirmary.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Ron weasley - Opposite teams

Summary: You play a match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser. wc: 2k

Seeing him on the pitch shouldn't have had such an effect on you, especially considering you were playing for the opposite team. The gear looked good on him, and confidence was beaming off his skin, but you were one of the best chasers at Hogwarts, priding yourself on how rarely you missed a shot. "Pull yourself together Y/N!" Flint yelled at your frozen form, still in shock of what had happened. It was all because Ron had flashed you that stupidly gorgeous smile when you were about to score that you hesitated - hesitated enough for him to read your body language and predict your next move, easily catching the quaffle when you threw it. Even your boyfriend had been surprised, well aware of how good you played from years of watching you on the field.

"Wow! It seems as though L/N is too charmed by her boyfriend to get a good shot, this is a new one folks!" Begins Lee, rousing up those in the bleachers. "And it looks like Slytherin Captain Flint is calling for a time out! Good choice I'd say!" It was already embarrassing enough that the entire school knew the time out was being called because you were too hot and bothered by your boyfriend, but your face flushed a dark red the second the Slytherin team turned to look at you in disappointment. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me, he's just so- I can't be the primary shooter I'm sorry!" The entire team looked back at you as you rambled and you felt your face get impossibly warmer realising you were gushing about your boyfriend to six teenage boys. "I'm sorry." You muttered.

"Y/N's right," Starts Flint again, "She shouldn't be the primary shooter for this game..." His voice trails off and your gaze drifting to where to Gryffindor team stands. You can see them laughing for a moment, and Harry pats Ron on the back - the reason you missed literally couldn't have been more obvious and they were having a field day about it. "Got it Y/N?" Your head snaps back to Flint, looking at you with raised eyebrows. Your face goes blank, your mouth opening as though to say 'what' but nothing comes out. "You'll switch places with Nott as secondary." Malfoy says quietly to you, and you perk up "Yes, got it!" Flint doesn't look convinced, but calls time out to be over anyway, and everyone gets back on their brooms.

"Stay focused or I'll knock your boyfriend off his broom!" The remark is clearly aimed at you, but is loud enough for both teams to hear and you glance at Ron, whose face has blanched at the comment. You turn away from him, trying not to smile, and the whistle blows. Nott scores time after time after time, and you can see your boyfriend's confidence decreasing while his anger increases. Nott passes you, high-fiving you on the way back to his post. "Good strategy change by the Slytherin team, it seems that they're back - OHH AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, GAME OVER EVERYONE!" You're relieved to be off your broom when the game end and you sigh deeply, rolling your head in a circle to try and stretch a kink in your neck out.

You finally join your team, earning pats on the back by them, and teasing comments "Well he's not gonna be happy about that one." and "Good luck getting laid tonight." The comments follow you all the way back to your dorm since Pansy walks with you back to the common room. "I don't even know how that happened though! You never miss! Like you can't be so attracted to someone that, well that happens. He's going to be in such a prissy mood, good luck with that."

The party in the common room is in full blow when you finish showering and getting dressed. You're clad in a tight black mini-skirt with a red crop top, something your boyfriend will hopefully appreciate. "I see what you're doing." You're interrupted by Draco, who eyes your outfit once before handing you a drink. "I think you underestimate just how capable I am of getting my boyfriend in bed, Malfoy." He grins, shaking his head "Well if you have the effect on him that he had on you, I doubt it'll take much." You scoff in amusement, the jokes will never end. "Hey if Marcus asks where I am, don't tell him I'm sleeping with the enemy." But Flint is already beside you, muttering "Cheers" under his breath, so you scurry away quietly, starting your trek to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindors' party is completely different. The music in the background is quiet, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team sits together, each player with a drink in hand while they talk. Others seem to be having more fun than them. When Ron spots you walking towards him, he rolls his eyes, clearly upset. His teammates, on the other hand, greet you kindly, some even joking about the slight incident on the field. You stand in front of Ron, putting a knee on the couch between his legs to support yourself when you put your hands on his shoulder, leaning into his body.

Despite Ron's free hand coming to the back of your thigh, he still mutters "I'm not in the mood." though he leans into your touch when one of your hands comes up to play with his hair. You tilt your head down so your lips barely graze his ear "You're so hot when you're angry." Ron stiffens, looking up at you, but your head is already dipping lower so you can press kisses on his neck. He shivers at the cool touch of your slightly wet hair on his collarbone, and his eyes flutter close for a moment. When he opens them back up, Harry is grinning at him and wiggling his eyebrows. Someone wolf whistles, but he doesn't know if it's directed to you. He feels your teeth graze the spot you've been sucking on right below his eye and he sighs, trying to disguise his pleasure as annoyance, pushing your hip away from him.

Yes, he wants you, but he has to at least pretend that he doesn't for a while longer because he's still angry, and wants you to feel as though you need to try a little to win him over. You've played his game before, and you know what follows. When Ron nudges at your hips one more time, you separate from him, tilting his chin up so he can look at you. He's putty in your hands, but you like to give him the illusion of being in control, so when you kiss him, it's a soft, almost desperate kiss. "Ronnie," you plead "Please." And that soft whisper is enough to make him begin to stand up. You back away, pushing your bottom lip forward and making doe eyes at your boyfriend to stop yourself from grinning in accomplishment.

His shoulder brushes past you and he begins walking up to his dorm, but when you catch up with him, snaking your hand in his, he only holds your hand tighter, so you know you've won. Ron's door slams shut behind you, and immediately, hands are on you, pushing you against the door and groping your ass while he kisses you aggressively. The kiss is filled with angry passion, and Ron's tongue is fighting against yours for dominance. Both your arms are thrown over Ron's shoulder in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you so your tits are pushed up into his chest. The hands on your ass move to your front, sliding up your crop top and cupping your tits, while Ron pulls away from the kiss to attack your neck.

Moans are immediately escaping your mouth in soft breaths, your back arching into Ron's hands, pulling and massaging at your breasts, teasing your nipples. His teeth bite at your neck, and one leg comes to shove itself right between your thighs and you jerk up, an electric shock being sent right through you. At your loud gasp, Ron looks down to where his leg connected with your cunt, and his hand immediately pushes your skirt up to find that you're not wearing panties. "What a little slut. No underwear under a mini-skirt? You're practically begging." He grunts, and you whine, grinding your pussy against his thigh. "Just for you, Ronnie."

The comment seems to make him happy, at least happier than he was before since he starts working on taking your top off. "Get this skirt off now." He mutters, his attention back on your tits the second they're exposed. Your bra drops to the floor at the same time your skirt does. Ron pulls away from where he was leaving hickeys on your tits, and takes a moment to oggle at your naked body. You falter under his stare, a hand coming up to grab the material of his t-shirt. "Ron?" At the sound of his name, he looks back up, taking an impossible step closer to you and pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. "You're so fucking amazing." He mutters between kisses, all of his previous anger seemingly gone "Don't deserve this. Don't deserve you." Before you can react to his words, his hands are wrapping around your waist and carrying you to his bed, where he immediately shuts the curtains of his four-poster.

He wastes no time pressing his clothed cock against your naked, which has you moaning his name, bucking your hips up for more friction. "Take it off, take it off." You beg. He complies, chuckling at the sight of your hips bucking up, but takes his time stroking his cock once it's finally freed. His demeanour completely flips the second he pushes into you; his hips snapping at a faster pace than you can keep track of, his hands grabbing both your legs to pull over his shoulders. The angle is perfect and with the way his cock is hitting the right spot with every stroke, you're sure you won't last ten minutes.

You're tightly gripping the bed sheets and you're almost positive that your eyes are going to get stuck at the back of your head because of how hard they're rolling back. "Mmph, bloody hell you feel so nice." The compliment only spurred the pleasure inside you and you moaned louder, bucking your hips up for something more - anything more. Ron's hand comes down to your clit in a harsh slap, and quickly starts putting pressure on it, watching as you squirmed underneath him at the extra friction. His pace sped up and your legs started to shake on his shoulders, a sign that you were clearly close. Ron's hand begins rubbing quick circles on your clit and hips start erratically jerking into you as he releases his load into you, triggering your very own orgasm.

Ron rides out both your orgasms, stilling his movements when you put a hand on his chest. He pants, his chest heaving with every breath he takes as he takes your legs off his shoulders. "Christ, that was too much exercise for one day." He mutters, looking down at you when you open your arms wide for him. He falls into your awaiting arms and mumbles "Can't sleep. Need to clean you up." You moan, shaking your head at him. "Just five minutes."

[qaxqxd]

I Didn't Get To Say I Love You. <3

♡Pair: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Mention death, blood, and slight depression.

A/n: felt emo so wrote this shit at 2 am (not proof read typed this all on phone 😭)

Summary: You and your roommate Ghost got into a bad argument. This leads to him ignoring you and regretting it.

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You and Ghost have been roommates for a couple of years now. You two were quite literally made for each other. You guys have gotten into fights before, but they were usually small and stupid. They were never as bad as today.

You took a huge risk on their latest mission. Which almost jeopardizes the whole mission. Everyone made it alive and safe at least.

"Bloody Hell, were you thinking (Y/n)?!" Ghost shouted glaring straight down at you.

"You're still on about this?" You frown your brow slightly.

"Absolutely, you jeopardize the mission." He spoke roughly. His British accent would get thicker as he was pissed.

"I didn't jeopardize it! We all made it out alive with Intel." You spoke with more force.

"Almost. We almost died." His hand crossed.

"See, but we didn't-" "Is this a joke to you?" He cut you off. "I did what was necessary-"

"(Y/n). I'm asking you. Is this a joke to you?" He slammed his hand on the table.

"No, but-" "It's a simple YES or NO." Ghost's voice was getting louder.

"No." You spoke a little defeated.

"Goodness, I can't believe they put me on a team with you." He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ouch.

I don't think he knew that you heard him. But you kept quiet either way.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)." Ghost said, heading into his room and shutting the door.

You really did it this time. Ghost wasn't usually the type to get pissed off so easily, but you managed to do that.

You sighed to yourself. You definitely weren't going to get any sleep tonight.

The next morning

You got up from your restless night. Walking out of your room. You didn't see Ghost.

Strange wasn't it? Usually he'd be on the couch reading a book, and greeting you with a 'Good Morning.' But he didn't. Or rather he wasn't there.

You ignore it though. 'Maybe Ghost was busy this morning.' A little disappointed. You went on with your morning routines.

As you headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. You notice he wasn't there either. You saw Soap and Gaz, but no Ghost.

"Morning," You greeted the two.

"Morning," They both replied in sync.

"Have you guys seen Ghost?" You asked a little worried in your voice.

"Oh, he's just showing a new recruit around." Soap spoke with a shrug.

New recruit?

"Oh a new recruit?" You asked with a little excitement.

"Yeah I think you'd like her too." Gaz added.

And it was a girl too? You were glad that there was finally another girl on the team, but you couldn't shake the feeling.

With Ghost? You couldn't help but feel a twig of jealousy rise a little. It was no secret that you had a giant crush on Ghost. I mean the whole HQ probably knows.

Soap was the first person you told. He wasn't surprised. You and Ghost were close buddies. Soap thought you two were secretly dating one time.

"Oh? You know where they're at?" You asked softly.

"I think they should be around the training parts." Soap said, waving his fork.

And immediately you left the cafeteria. Heading straight to the training grounds.

You found them a minute later. You heard the new recruits' soft laughter as well as Ghost's laughter too.

"You're great, Ghost." The new recruiter chuckled. "Thanks, Katelyn." He chuckled slightly.

You were glad Ghost was laughing. He rarely does, but you couldn't help feeling a little sting in your heart.

You told yourself that you shouldn't bother them and you should leave them be.

But how could you? How could you ignore them, when they both were everywhere. The only place they weren't there was you and Ghost's quarters.

You've also noticed that Ghost has been going home later than usual or he's not home at all. Was he still mad at you?

Maybe.

You thought. He was a man of action rather than words. Maybe he was just still mad at you.

The only times you would see him was at training or at mission briefings. Katelyn wasn't a bad person.

She was pretty sweet. She was also gorgeous. Most of the rookie trainees fell head over heels for her.

You would see her and Ghost pair up. They hung around each other a lot lately.

But, why does that get you work up? It's not like you and Ghost were together or anything. He has the choice to see other people, but he wasn't the type to look for love.

So you don't get it.

It's been months. And he still hasn't talked to you. Not a single word. He's been pretty distant.

"Maybe he's still mad?" You asked yourself. You didn't have the guts to talk to him. The stinging in your heart grew.

You couldn't fall asleep at night anymore, unless you cried yourself to sleep.

The person who usually is right beside you. Comforting you and saying sweet things to make you feel better. Wasn't there.

He wasn't there. You cried into your pillow. Sobbing silently not wanting to disturb others.

The next morning You couldn't bare yourself from getting up, but you knew you had too. Or else others might think something was wrong, and you didn't want them to carry your burden.

So you had to get up.

As you realize you had a mission today. You really couldn't afford to waste time.

You got dressed in your usual uniform and headed out.

-

You were dropping down from your parachute. Everyone decides to group into twos. Apparently there was an uneven number of soldiers. You agreed to be the alone soldier.

Heading down to enemy territory was tuff. Shots fired everywhere.

The main goal today was to find out what the drug cartels were hiding. Easy enough, you say.

Your radio would be filled with a bunch of code and confirmation. You continue to shoot at the enemy. As backup.

You would watch other soldiers moving in closer.

As you saw an empty way being closer to the cartels. You took that route. Moving in closer.

What you didn't know was that.

You were surprised by the attack.

A couple cartel men tackle you from the behind with their knives.

You yelled in agony. Quickly trying to fend them off of you. As you do that, you quickly notice you were stabbed in the thigh.

Making it harder for you to escape from them. You rolled down a small hill, limping away from them.

You were then able to hide behind a broken down building. The part you were in was nowhere close to where the mission was at, but there were still gun firing where you were at.

You collapsed against a wall, taking cover for a bit. You look at your wounds. They were bad, as in. Really bad.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath. You could hardly breathe even.

You were stabbed multiple times in the legs and sides. Shoulders too.

You knew for a fact. You weren't going to make it.

"(Y/n) to Katelyn." You spoke a little shaky.

"This is Katelyn to (Y/n)." She spoke.

"Could you take care of him for me?" You said with a cough.

It went silent for a bit.

"(Y/n) where the fucking hell are you?" Ghost asked with a sharp tone.

You heard footsteps behind the wall, and turned the radio all the way down. Those footsteps were definitely not your teammates.

You were holding onto your wound on the side. Wincing at the tremendous pain.

You felt so tired.

You couldn't escape from here and get back onto the aircraft. Your legs were too wobbly to crawl even.

You thought about it. Would this have ended in a different way?

Maybe Ghost would be a little happy that you were finally gone. It would mean your annoyance would finally stop bothering him.

Maybe he could even be a little happier without you screwing things up. I mean Katelyn is a great girl. She'd be perfect for him.

Another thought crossed your mind.

"I didn't get to say I love you to him." You mumble. You knew he'd probably turn you down, but it would have been nice to say it once.

Well it was too late anyways.

You could feel yourself collapsing. Your breathing is getting shallow.

-

"Where the hell is she?" Ghost continues searching for her signal. Panic rose in him.

He couldn't lose her. No way it was happening. He wasn't going to let it happen.

He eventually found her. With a pool of blood around her.

He scrambles to check her pulse. It was low. Too low for comfort.

"(Y/n) open your damn eyes." He grasped onto her.

No, no. He wasn't going to lose her. No fucking way. His everything.

He quickly carried her back to the aircraft. The medics took her away from his hold.

He stared at his gloves which were stained with her blood. He held the gloves close to him.

-

Ghost sat there. Watching over you. He held your hand. Never leaving your side.

You would eventually flatline.

He blamed himself. He should have spent more time with her. He shouldn't have distanced himself from her.

He should have spent every last moment on her.

The nurses let him back in to say one last goodbye.

He held up your hand. Brushing his lips onto your wrist.

"I- I'm so sorry..." He repeated out multiple times.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm really sorry, I didn't get to say I love you." He mutters breaking into tiny sobs.

As he watches the nurses wrap a blanket over her.

-

W.C 1.6k

[biteofcherry]

Bumping into Omega's crush🥰😉

I take it's a follow up to this ask? 😊 Meeting Omega's hot crush wouldn't go as you think it would, though it's hilarious in a different kind of way.

A fallen crush

Grain of Truth Masterlist

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!female reader

warnings: none really; Steve being possessive; mention of sexy stuff; also alpha Steve is a warning, since he drives a girl stupid 😜

Steve's eyebrows drew in a confused frown as he watched a faint scowl twist your beautiful face, which just seconds ago shone with a bright smile.

This was not the reaction he would've expected.

No, quite the opposite. There should be that glow and sparkles in your eyes, like when he first told you about taking you to the movie premiere and post movie VIP party.

A movie with your annoying star crush, Ari Levinson.

He'd gladly not do it; not only to avoid watching you drool over some actor (even if Steve himself considered him a good one), but because Steve wasn't a fan of big events where he had to dress up.

But he knew it would make you happy and no force - even his possessiveness - could stop him from making your dreams come true.

So when Natasha landed the gig as a fight choreographer for the movie, which then allowed her a VIP pass to the premiere, she offered it to Steve, knowing how much you liked Levinson. Steve was certain she did it mostly to annoy him, surprising you was an additional bonus.

You were so excited to go that it melted away even Steve's own grumpy approach.

Then you were introduced to Ari Levinson and Steve watched, in preparation for having to fucking fight an A-lister, as you shook hands with him and exchanged smiles.

However, when Levinson finally moved away to talk with someone else, your pretty face lost the brightness Steve expected to see at least for the whole night.

"What's up, sweet brat?" He asked, tugging you closer to him.

"Nothing," you shrugged, pretending to look around in curiosity.

"Nothing, sure." Steve was having none of it. "You're at a movie premiere, which you were very excited for. You met your stupid celebrity crush, who held your hand far too long and I didn't even rip his head off. Shouldn't that make you happy?"

"I am happy!" You huffed, but your tone and your glare said otherwise.

"Mhm, yes, you're radiating a happy hissy fit." Steve snorted and pulled you with him a few steps back, into a darkened corner of the party hall.

"So what is it, really?" His voice softened slightly.

"Nothing, just-" you bowed your head, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth- "I just thought it would be different."

"How so?" Steve wondered if there was something about this event that bothered you, or if you felt disappointed that your crush didn't fall head over heels for you.

Which, on one side, was good, because otherwise Steve would beat the guy. On the other side, Steve himself didn't get how someone couldn't see how perfect you are.

When you lifted your head up, it wasn't to confess some sad discomfort, but to snap at him in annoyance:

"I thought I would want him!"

Steve blinked. Now completely confused, but also sensing a wave of possessive anger that threatened to grow if you ever mentioned wanting another man.

"Excuse me?"

"Ugh! It's all your fault!" You poked at Steve's chest.

"Ari Levinson was the hottest Greek God. And yeah, he's still fucking hot. I admit that. He is attractive." You ranted in a heated, though hushed tone.

"But I wanted him. I used to imagine him. And now? Now there's zero lust. Absolute zero. Like my pussy is dead for anyone that's not you, you stupid bossy alpha!"

Steve stared at you for a long moment; at your eyes sparking with the force of a lightning, your cute nose scrunched up in a scowl, your lips parted and teeth bared.

A thin line of propriety separated you from being bent over the nearest table and having the attitude spanked out of you.

Steve's hand moved up your back, until he gripped the back of your neck. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"It better be dead for anyone that's not me, or they're dead."

A shiver trickled down your spine at his growl. You went pliant in Steve's hands, knees going weak.

"You have bad movie lines," you snorted.

"I don't need any lines to have you begging for my knot." Steve's other hand slipped along the slit in your dress.

"Now," his fingers dipped beneath the fabric and between your thighs, "do you want to do it somewhere here, at the party, so your fallen crush can hear it? Or do you want to be a good girl and scram for me at home?"

[pacificwaternymph]

Aaaaand everyone give it up for WASTED POTENTIAL

Season finale spoilers under the cut

Okay. I'll be honest. The finale was... not what I was hoping for.

I tried so hard to remain optimistic. I truly believed they could pull it all together and everything was going to have a satisfying conclusion. But I guess that's my fault. I set my expectations too high.

Is this about Tech? Primarily, yes. Yes it was. I am so disappointed. And you can make fun of me all you want but I genuinely believed, with all my heart, that CX-2 was Tech.

BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK ELSE WAS THERE SO MUCH EMPHASIS ON HIM

There was so much to suggest that CX-2 was somebody we knew. We spent so much time on him, suffered through so many completely unnecessary, in hindsight, close up shots and random pieces of episodes that focus on him, only for him to get javelined through the middle in the span of half a second.

It feels like the writers were just making fun of the viewers, at this point. Haha, can you believe they actually thought?

Yes, we did think! Did you?

Tech's death was so... unconvincing. They didn't even try. Not only was his life "cut short" in the midst of his character development, said death was caused by falling, without any other kind of injury, while we watch him disappear into the clouds. And then we see no body and only have his broken goggles as "evidence" of his death. What the hell else were we supposed to assume?

That's not even bringing up that Tech gets maybe three mentions all throughout the entire season. The show never touches on how the death of one of their squadmates, people they have known since birth, affects the batch. Not once do they ever say out loud that Tech is dead until the fucking finale.

This isn't just me reading too closely between the lines. This is genuinely bad writing. It's loading chekhov's gun and then refusing to shoot it.

Even if CX-2 wasn't Tech, or even somebody we knew, the way he is treated suggests that he was supposed to be important. He was supposed to be be relevant. And now, he's neither!

Furthermore, where fuck was everybody? Where was Rex with the reinforcements to storm the base? Where was Wolffe deciding he didn't want anything to do with the Empire anymore? Where was Cody? Where was Phee in all of this?

Where was Cid? So we're just... not going to get any kind of closure for that? She just betrays them and we never see her again? Even if they didn't redeem her, that feels like pretty damn bold move.

The Zillo beast does... barely anything. Really? It just breaks out and moves away from the biggest source of energy it will ever find after causing the slightest amount of property damage to two rooms, and storms off into the woods, and that's all we get? Seriously?

And then once we get to the time jump... Echo's gone. Again. Either still off with Rex, if he hasn't gone into hiding yet, or died off screen. Neither is a good nor satisfying ending for his character. But I guess shouldn't be surprised by that. When have the writers ever cared about Echo?

The biggest problem with the whole thing is that it didn't feel like a finale. It felt like a normal episode, just slightly longer. The Bad Batch returned to Pabu, because I guess there are no consequences from the Batch being discovered there before and the empire decided that they were just going to... leave it alone, and everything returns to the status quo. That's not what a finale does, Dave.

Maybe I'm being too harsh. There were parts that I enjoyed. I'm glad Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair got their happy endings. Seeing Omega all grown up really did something to my heart. But overall I am just so frustrated.