Alright. There’s trouble looming on the horizon, y’all. This status quo can’t be maintained. Something has to give.
This will eventually be Marcus Moreno x f!reader
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Discussion of and allusion to past abuse, introspection, feeling of being unworthy, negative self talk, discussion of politics, plotting, these kids are so precocious I swear.
Marcus didn’t return until later, nearly the end of his day at a guess. He had five books with him, tucked in a bag, and he looked a little sheepish.
“Sorry, I had a bit of trouble finding some decent books,” he said, setting the bag down on your little table.
You blinked at the bag. “No problem. This is… more than I expected, honestly.”
“You shouldn’t have been left here with nothing to do for this long.” Marcus’s lips thinned in displeasure. Clearly he had some ideas about how people were to be treated, and isolation without enrichment was not on his list of acceptable treatments.
You decided maybe not to tell him about when you got grounded as a dumb teen.
Summary: Jack’s on the job, but you’ve got the night off.
A/N:This is a quick little drabble in response to the Writer Wednesday prompt. This lives in the same ‘verse as my other little Jack drabble, Weapon of Mass Destruction. Aaaaaaaand since there’s four little one-shots with this couple, I guess I have an unintended series going with these two, jumping around out of order. This one would come after Mass Destruction, but before Bare Skin Rug.
As you stepped into the theater you noticed that it was virtually empty, save for a few couples interspersed in the auditorium. The Palace was one of Javi’s favorite old movie houses, with its gilded decor and gorgeous murals. The fact that several Oscar-winning movies had premiered here solidified his love of the older building. Having been converted into a live venue several years ago it was a treat when they’d show classic movies, and your husband lived for it. Upon the announcement that the old Hepburn and Grant movie would be showing, he’d asked you to book tickets immediately.
Warnings: Hilariously none for this, despite the horror nature of this AU. I just wanted to take a soft little peek inside Slasher!Din’s head:)
A/N:This AU would not exist without the lovely and talented @tuskens-mando!! Eri has spent so much time with me in the dms just yelling about this man that we find endlessly fascinating and want to domesticate so badly. I might write more for him who knows, for now this was a fun writing exercise for an AU I’m normally only yelling about with Eri <3
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Everyone around town avoids him. Averting their eyes, staring when they think he won’t notice, walking on the opposite side of the street, sharing not-so-quiet whispers behind his back. He doesn’t blame them. Their aversion is probably in many of their best interests.
Everyone gives him a wide berth. Except her. Sheis completely unafraid of him.
Rating: Mature/Explicit for smut, 18+ only (no minors)
Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: It’s 1997 and Frankie is 22 years old; older woman/younger man dynamic; former teacher dynamic; kissing; protected P/V sex; nipple play; curse words and vulgar language; 10+ year age gap but everyone is legally an adult; story switches back and forth between Frankie’s POV and Reader’s POV
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Frankie lay close to her, looking deep into her eyes as she practically glowed at him, the soft lamp in her room scattering golden light across her beautiful face. She was perfect, and nothing could change his mind about that.
This continues to be one of the softest, sweetest moments in time between two characters. I think there is something so achingly honest about accepting a moment to be fleeting and still choosing to find the joy in it. This story is so full of heart and love and I just want to bury myself in it.
Frankie lay close to her, looking deep into her eyes as she practically glowed at him, the soft lamp in her room scattering golden light across her beautiful face. She was perfect, and nothing could change his mind about that.
From this opening line to the very end I was just wrapped up in their love. So beautiful and I am just in awe. You are so brilliant! Thank you so so much for sharing this tory with us!
There isnt a lot of room for grey in Din’s life these days.
Dappled sunlight across the baby’s basket and the rumpled sheets of your bed. Puddles of butter sinking into morning toast. A puff of amber pollen dusting the kid’s bewildered face - too curious by halves. The flames that light the side of your bright face when you’re astride him.
Shadows do not conceal here, they shield. Shading his sun-flushed neck and helping his greens to grow slow and strong. And though his helmet gathers dust by your bed, even metal finds a new life housing chickens, brewing coffee.
This afternoon, beside you on the patio he laid with his own hands, you watch the slate clouds roll in.
Thunderous, but a ways off still, they tower along the horizon like the graphite alleys of Coruscant. It might have set his teeth on edge before, worrying about atmospheric pressure and whether the patch job he’d done on the hull would hold.
But today, he’s content to gather you closer. To nestle the prominent nudge of his nose into your hair and breathe in that perfect blend of humidity and ozone and you, and let the storm catch him.
unf this is so soft and sweet. It captures that feeling of content that loves brings us, and the way it feels for a storm to be rolling in. Simply gorgeous!
Pairing:SugarDaddyMarcus Pike x f!Reader (From the Lavish‘verse)
Rating:E (Smut, 18+ only)
Word Count: 6k
Warnings:Established relationship, daddy kink in a BIG way, age gap, innocence kink, teasing, semi-public sex, masturbating, light spanking, oral sex (f receiving), rimming, PIV sex, Marcus “King of Aftercare” Pike
Summary:You and Marcus attend the FBI’s annual picnic and he is VERY distracted by your choice of attire.
A/N:This is based on a prompt from @frannyzooey, who will be hearing from my lawyer. No, but seriously, THANK YOU for sending this in, I had missed this couple but didn’t really have anything new to say about them until you got me THINKINNNNNN. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KELLI!!!! Inspo for The Dress (™) is down at the bottom.
You checked the time again as you sent the text to Marcus. Today was the day of the FBI’s annual company picnic, and now that you and Marcus were “official,” you were supposed to be arriving together.
The gossip at work had finally quieted down after a month or so of your relationship being out in the open, but the peace was still a little tenuous. You weren’t stupid, you knew there were still whispers about the head of the Art Crimes Department dating an Archives intern nearly twenty years his junior. Some people were alwaysgoing to look sidelong at the two of you, but Marcus had made it clear from the beginning that you were off limits.
Still, it was quite the scandal–and you knew that part of today was going to be about making a statement, staking your claim that the two of you were together and that your relationship was real and serious.
Unfortunately, Marcus had been called in to question a suspect on the morning of the picnic, which meant you couldn’t arrive together like you had planned.
Another place I don’t go, but here I am hoeing out and that is all a testament to you and your talent!
UNF, I love teasing Marcus. LOVE HIM. Love how filthy he is but still so sweet and in love. You always manage to find that perfect balance and I am just in awe of your TALENT! MA'AM!
And his doubts and insecurities about being with a younger woman…my heart! PLEASE, BBY, YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD!!!
“Let daddy see again,” he murmured in your ear, and you dutifully lifted the hem of your dress again to bare yourself to him.
“Any objections to me tearing these off of you?” Marcus asked quietly, his finger dipping inside and then sliding along the band of your underwear.
Dieter stood on the other side of the door, hesitating. He wanted to reach for the doorknob, swing the door open, and tell you that he didn’t mean a thing he just said. It was too late now. He said what he said and now he’s probably lost one of his only friends.
“Strictly professional,” he mumbled to himself as he sat on the bed and ruffled his hair. “What the fuck?”
Filming started tomorrow and he wondered how things would go now that he had created this little boundary. He froze when he thought of the other consequence this could have.
He was pushing you into the arms of Javi. That man would be the one to comfort you and let you cry on his shoulder. Dieter might as well had handed you over to Javi himself.
He had no idea how he would sleep, but at least he had booze and drugs. At least he had something to keep his mind occupied.
Pairing: The Thief x f!reader, sugar daddy AU, named thief
Rating: E for the series but this one is a T
Warnings: Reader gets anxious, fluff!
Word Count: 850
Author’s Note: I haven’t written Lucius in so long and I thought this week’s WW prompt was perfect for him so here is our beloved sugar daddy in a small excerpt! I haven’t been writing recently and I want to get back into it. Sorry for any mistakes! This was written on my phone.
Without your hand tucked into his elbow, Lucius’ comforting reassurances that you do fit into his world start to slip away, leaving behind a chill.
Where is he?
He said he needed the toilet and that was ten minutes ago.
The play he had invited you to rages on in front, poised figures stood tall and almost dancing around each other, viewed well from your sunken seat in the belly of the theatre. You can’t remember the name of the play, and usually you don’t need to with Lucius at your side, his low commentary a simmering rasp in your ear. He would tell you right now if you could ask him. To your left, a gentleman with a beet red face and squinty eyes chuckles along with everyone else in the room. To your right, the velvet seat is empty.
MAIA! Maia Maia Maia! I am jumping up and down! Lucius! Really?! Really! I’m so excited and I loved this little installment! I could see him so clearly in that suit. I could feel my palms getting sweaty with anxiety. This was so tactile and wonderfully real. I loved every word of it!
Pairing (just flirting for now):Javi Gutiérrez x Film Assistant F!Reader
Words:~3.5k
Chapter warnings:Flirting, jealousy, cursing, tension grows between Javi and Dieter, Dieter sets a boundary, a special mention of another Pedro show and character.
**The overall rating of this fic ranges from Mature to Explicit and features both Dieter Bravo and Javi Gutiérrez.
Summary:Javi’s attraction to you grows as Dieter finds that his jealousy forces him to do something he never thought he’d have to.
You had no idea what to think when you first saw Javi Gutiérrez. Well, obviously you noticed how gorgeous he was, but you couldn’t help but wonder why this random millionaire offered his home to all of you.
Those thoughts immediately left your head once he began flirting with you. And even now as you walked arm in arm with him, you could think of nothing else but how good he smelled and what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair.
“Hey, man, you got any liquor?” Dieter asked, walking behind the two of you, seemingly unimpressed with the mansion.
“Dieter…” you warned.
“No, no its fine. Follow me.” Javi smirked at you and you smiled back. He led into a room that held a bar at the far end. “Here you are, my friend. All the alcohol you can dream of. Would you like a drink, my dear?” he asked.
“Oh, um, no thanks. I was actually enjoying the tour.”
“We can continue if you like.” He still hadn’t let go of your arm.
