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So I stumbled over this and I just... Can you imagine cam daddy!Ari and shy!reader, coaxing her to do a stream with him, just so he can show off those big hands? Reader would be doing him such a big favour, her face won't be in it, he'll just touch her a little, "That's fine, right, bunny? Can you do this favour for me, I promise I'll be gentle..." (he adds "at first" quietly to himself because MMMPH he'd go wild for her eventually)
this is going in the fic 😵💫 what if I just… post the masterlist so all the asks are easy to find 🌚 totally not bc the fic is coming soon
it's the first time you're on camera, but you aren't showing your face. Just dressed in a cozy sweater and fuzzy socks, biting on the hem of your sweater to hold it up and "show everyone your pretty cunt, baby." You watch yourself through the screen, you can't read the comments without your glasses so Ari does it for you: "they're talking about how cute you sound, how small you are compared to me... someone asked if I have to force myself into your little hole."
"H-He does..." You manage, whining when he pushes away your hand to rub your swollen nub, his fingers slowly thrusting into you, "he sometimes goes slow, but I-I like it when it hurts."
"She cries when it's just the tip—it's 'cause I tease her." His beard brushes your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses along your tear-stained skin, "she's just my little baby, my sweet dummy. Crying when daddy won't fuck you, rubbing your face all over my cock when you're needy," he laughs at a comment, "yeah, yeah, she gets real dumb. Can't even remember her own name."
He curls his fingers and hits that spot, and you cry out, your sweater dropping from your mouth. You almost fall over right there, but his other arm keeps you up and pinned against his bare chest.
"No, you won't see her like that tonight. This is just a test run, seeing if she likes it." He talks as if you aren't there, trembling on his fingers and making the most pathetic sounds. He lifts your sweater and places it between your teeth again, giving the viewers that filthy view of your drippy pussy, "and you like it, baby? You like all these people watching you cum all over daddy's fingers?"
#tw nsft link#spicy videos#cs drabble#yes i'm still writing it#part one is almost done hehe#haven't gotten a lot of asks about it lately though 🫡#ari levinson#ari levinson au#ari levinson drabble#sonny drabbles#ari levinson x fem!reader#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson smut#cam daddy ari levinson#cs: thots#cs: idea#Cs ask
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Just... Hold Me (CS Drabble)
Everything she'd grown accustomed to- stability, comfort, hope- vanished as Emma answered the call, heard the panicked voice, knew there was nothing she could do.
She hung up the phone, still in a haze.
"What can I do, love?" Killian asked.
"Just..." Emma said, "hold me." She didn't have the words and she didn't have the strength, but she knew she had him. He wrapped his arms around her, tightly but gently, wishing he could be enough to calm her storm.
"Just hold me," Emma tried not to cry, "Just, hold me."
"Aye, love," he nodded, "I'll never let go."
a.n. / taglist below the cut
a.n: wrote this one almost immediately after posting "Two More Minutes" but decided to delay posting a little. I'll let you fill in the blanks on what scenario takes place around this drabble, but I was leaning towards "post canon loss of a loved one" when I wrote it.
Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]
#once upon a time#ouat#killian jones#emma swan#captain swan#once upon a time season 6#cs ff#cs fanfiction#cs drabble#captain swan drabbles
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𝐠𝐲𝐦 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫
started this almost a year ago and never finished it oops 😔 dedicated to @thatsdemko bc of all our carlos thots 😌
warnings - oral (male receiving)
every time you join carlos while he worked out in your home gym, you always ended up getting distracted by him and you never get your own workout done.
you were doing your stretches when you heard his grunts. you looked up to see carlos sitting at the machine, working on his arms, with his legs spread.
you can’t help but stare and it doesn’t take him long to notice your gaze.
“see something you like?” he smirks, stopping for a moment, letting his hands fall to his thighs.
“maybe,” you tease, your eyes following the movement of his hands. “you wanna come here and tell me what’s got your attention?” carlos motions you over with his finger.
you climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs while your arms wrap around his neck.
“so what’s got you so distracted, hm?” he teases, his hands finding their place on your hips.
“just couldn’t help but admire,” you start, letting your finger trail down his chest. “yeah? admire what?” he smirks.
“how good your arms look in this shirt… and your thighs in these shorts…” you say, slipping your hand underneath his shirt to trace his abs.
you end up on your knees between his legs, pulling his shorts down just enough to take his cock out.
his hands tangle in your hair as you kiss his tip, your tongue swirling around it. you slowly start to take him into your mouth, your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t fit.
“that’s it honey, keep going. you can take a bit more,” he urges, pushing your head down a little.
you feel his tip hit the back of your throat as you try to take more of him into your mouth. you look up to see his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.
“so good, princesa. you’re doing so good. taking me so well,” he praises.
he holds your head in place and starts to fuck your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat every time he thrusted up.
it doesn’t take much longer before carlos is cumming down your throat. you swallow everything he has to give you before releasing him from your mouth.
a string of spit connects your lips to his cock as his cock slips from your mouth. his thumb wipes it before he slips it into your mouth, letting you suck on his thumb.
“so pretty,” he mutters, pulling you up from the ground.
“now let’s head to the bedroom so i can take care of you, hm?”
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x10 The New Neverland
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Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 736
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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Killian sat brooding on his bar stool at Granny’s diner nursing a mug of beer. As he watched Emma converse with her lad, his heart sank. He loved her, wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in centuries. He wanted to be with her, be the man she came home to at the end of the evening, the man she confided in, loved, gazed at adoringly, the man she allowed in her life and in her bed.
But more than anything, he wanted to see her happy. They understood each other, that was true enough. Though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different, their lives were similar in a heartbreaking way. Like him, she’d seen too much pain, too much hurt, too much fighting just to survive. He deserved the fate he had, but she didn’t. She deserved everything, every happiness life had to offer.
Even if it wasn’t with him.
He’d had hopes when they were in Neverland that he could be a part of that happy future with her–especially after the earth-shattering kiss they’d shared. He’d been quite serious about pursuing her, courting her, winning her heart honestly and with no trickery.
But it had all been a beautiful but unattainable dream–as odd as it was to have one of those on a land seemingly built on nightmares.
He’d seen that clearly as soon as the Roger had touched down upon the waters of Storybrooke and his passengers had disembarked. He hadn’t expected a ceremony in his honor, effusive speeches of gratitude. He hadn’t even really expected thanks, but he had hoped for…something. Some acknowledgement, some camaraderie, some, any, sense of belonging in the group of triumphant heroes.
For a split second, he thought he’d get it. The lady Snow had spoken of someone they needed to give credit, someone they needed to thank, and his heart had lept, thinking it was he of whom she spoke.
But he should have known better. It was Regina who was the focus of her gratitude.
No, Killian could see it clearly at that moment. Pan had been right. He was, and would ever be in their eyes, nothing but a pirate, a villain, someone with whom they could make temporary alliances when the situation called for it, but someone to never truly trust or allow within their inner circle.
He couldn’t blame them, truly. He’d spent centuries committing the vilest of acts in pursuit of his revenge. There was far too much in his ledger that he could never wipe out. Swan deserved someone worthy of her. Henry deserved a better father figure.
Whether or not Neal fit the bill, he didn’t know. Swan hadn’t given him details of how Baelfire had hurt her, but it was clear he had, deeply so. Perhaps the wound would prove to be too deep to overcome, but Killian had to give the lad the opportunity to try. He owed him that much at least. He would not be the cause of another family breaking apart.
Maybe a miracle would happen. Maybe in the end, Swan would choose him, but in the meantime, Killian knew what he had to do. He had to back off for the sake of the boy–both the boy Baelfire had once been, the one Killian had betrayed, and Swan’s own lad.
Aye, perhaps a miracle would happen, but Killian didn’t trust to hope. He’d long since lost the right to wish for miracles.
Note: Grrr! If there’s one thing (other than Neal just being…well…NEAL) that makes me crazy about 3x10, it’s the fact that the heroes just seem to dismiss Killian. Look at what he did for them: He went back to Neverland, the place he’d spent centuries of the worst years of his life. He chose to bury the hatchet and work with his sworn enemy. He’d offered his ship and his services for as long as they needed them, and in exchange? In exchange they took it all for granted, not even thanking him, barely even acknowledging his presence. They’ll give Regina credit for the role she played in saving Henry, but they won’t even acknowledge the far greater role Killian played, and it just makes me both sad and angry for him. Thus this fic. We know Killian suffers from a good deal of self-loathing. This is what I assume led to his decision to back off when it comes to Emma.
NEXT CHAPTER->
#season 3 rewatch drabbles#cs fanfiction#ouat fanfiction#my fanfiction#3x10 the new neverland#killian jones
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Good luck sex (before a race)
Charles:
One hundred percent. He is in desperate need of an outlet to relieve stress. Too much pent up tension and he WILL spiral. One way for him to focus is either to get you off, or make you get him off (Charles never learns that he can't make you do anything. You do everything of your own volition). Quickies in his room, you jerking him off under the table during a particularly boring briefing, him fingering you as you run simulations... Almost getting caught is half the fun. You're pretty sure the entire garage knows by now but the let you do it just cause it gets Charles in the zone, and now they can't deny their golden boy, il predistinato, anything, can they?
Pierre:
For him, sex is a hobby. You have to put in time and effort if you want it to mean anything. He looks at sex with you as the reward (or punishment, depending how it goes. Regardless, you aren't complaining). When he fucks you, he wants to do it right, so quickies are not his thing. Sometimes, if he's really feeling it, you'll spend the entire night before a race weekend experimenting, fulfilling his deepest darkest desires, but mostly, you get no d on the race weekend. After the race though, you better believe he's on his knees, hands tied behind his back as he services you with his tongue. You grab his hair and push him down on you, letting him work his magic.
George:
Ooh... This is a tricky man, because he never needs encouragement or external motivation before a race. If you want him, you have to seduce him, trick him into thinking it was his idea... And well, everyone likes to be chased, don't they? George thrives on praise, on your validation... If you know exactly what buttons to press, he might even miss the first few minutes of a practice session (because he was too busy doing you.)
Lewis:
The idea of good luck sex has always been appealing to him, but you've tried it out a few times and it doesn't work particularly well for him. It puts him out of focus, because why would he focus on driving when he can replay how soft your thighs feel, how sweet your lips taste, how desperate he can make you with just a touch. When he seduces you, he wants to do it the right way. Even if it's a quickie. (Especially if it's a quickie). While your sex life is never dull throughout the weekend, and he won't say no to a quick oral session (both giving and receiving), the main event happens on a weekday in a different country, where he's planned an entire day for just the two of you. (And maybe Roscoe and Angela)
Carlos:
He's very chill, for a chili but he does have an insane sex drive, and while it isn't always before a race, when it hits him it hits him. You can tell from the glint in his eye you're in for a good time. Sex isn't over until both of you finish, so while the foreplay can be a bit rushed, he makes sure you're well prepped, either by your own slick or the handy dandy lube he carries in his kit (You're surprised how his trainer still doesn't know). He likes it rough, he likes to take complete control, but he hates it when you give it to him. He wants to earn it- so sometimes he'll let you Dom him a bit before wrestling control from right under you (he isn't always successful, you're very good.) The reason you can't sneak around anymore is because your sex is always too loud- whether it's the sound of his balls hitting your skin, his grunts, your moans, or a combination of everything the two of you like is up for debate. His trailer is the only place you can do it without people knowing, but with the way Lando looks at you, you're going to have to find another way...
Seb:
Don't let his recent wholesome persona fool you, he's still a bastard when he wants to be. He's a big fan of edging- so that means you're always on the brink of collapse the whole weekend. Whenever he has a free moment, he'll come by, and make your life a living hell. He's invested in one of those long-range Bluetooth vibrators, so whenever he wants to, he can torture you. It's difficult balancing your job as a journalist, especially when you have to interview the other drivers and your beloved bastard of a boyfriend decides to make even walking unbearable, but it's all worth it. Because when the chase is on, Seb has less time to focus on what he couldn't achieve in his career. During his redbull days, when you were just friends with benefits, it was easy. You'd pull him into a broom cupboard and he'd fuck your brains out. But once he got to Ferrari, and the frustrations began, he just couldn't take it out on you. So you suggested the game. And he smirked at you and questioned if you'd really be able to do it. You never shy from a challenge now, do you?
Mick:
Hey, he's a gentleman through and through, but sometimes, he reminds you that yes, he is a Schumacher, a legacy of hard and fast and dirty. Mick's always been one for privacy, growing up famous, but that means he knows the perfect spots to get down and dirty. He's in love with your lips, especially when you take his dick. So pre-race sex? Of course. He's got decent stamina, which means it takes you quite a bit to get him off, but don't worry. He's a man of his word, and when the weekend is over, he's putty in your hands. He'll do everything you say. (You've even asked to peg him, and he said yes without hesitation.)
Daniel:
Redbull Daniel? Oh he's drowning in pussy 24/7, but when the season is over, he's all yours. You've opened up your relationship because you can't travel around the world with him despite how much you want to, and well, both of you have needs that sometimes can't be satisfied with your fingers. While he isn't there to fuck you every race day, he does send you material. Sometimes audios of him wishing you were there, wishing it was your pussy instead of his flesh light, it was you he was watching online, not a random girl. But sometimes, you get videos, of him in nightclubs, grinding on a girl (you've had the occasional boy, too); of him in a hotel room, making sweet sweet love to a girl who has the same hair as you; of him going down on a woman who was clearly going nuts with the things he did to her. Did it make you jealous? That was an understatement. But it helps knowing that he's always thinking of you, and seeing the shock on the girls' faces when he calls out your name when he cums is definitely hilarious. You always check to make sure the videos are consensual, and sometimes, you send him a little something of yourself too. When he's back in town for your home race, there's an entire week devoted to your body. Not even his sacred car is spared.
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#20 "isn't that my flannel?" for Captain Swan please, if you're up for it? :)
Isn't That My Flannel?
AO3
Summary: A ficlet about chilly mornings and borrowed coats.
This prompt is from the Fall Drabble Prompts List.
Tagging others who might enjoy: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert
Most of the clothing available in this realm left much to be desired after a lifetime of wearing the lightest linens, finest silks, and softest velvet a pirate could pilfer under the incomparable comfort of a well-worn leather duster but whatever made up this hideous coat that Killian lifted from Emma's car this morning was a surprising luxury.
As he walked through the town on this brisk morning, thick with fog, the cosy warmth of something this lightweight had become a bit of a marvel. His duster weighed about the same as a half barrel of rum and seemed stiff in comparison. It almost made up for the brightly striped pattern with pockets set such that the pattern clashed with the rest of the coat. Perhaps he could find one in black or a deep blue.
Breathing in the salty air and listening to the lap of water against the docked boats settled things in Killian he hadn’t known were unmoored. That feeling of belonging, of home, was exponentially multiplied when he caught sight of the gorgeous woman he was fortunate enough to call his wife.
Emma narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at him as he approached, his boots heavy on the dock. Something flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she tucked it away before he could place it. She’d tell him when she was ready, she always did.
"Hi, love," Killian greeted and held up the warm, spiced lattes to her. She smiled in appreciation before taking a sip from her cup.
“You look,” she paused, a smile tugging at her lips, “cosy.”
“I stole it from your vessel, Swan,” Killian said defensively, but a blush crept over his cheeks. He knew this brightly coloured monstrosity was not his most flattering attire but surely it wasn’t so awful as to warrant her jesting.
“Mmmhmm.” Emma returned to her drink as they fell into step, walking along the docks as the sun rose over the water in brilliant shades of reds and orange.
“What was the emergency this morning?” Killian asked.
“The alarm at the school went off. We checked it out. Nothing was missing or damaged.” Emma shrugged. “It’s probably some kids getting ready for their class prank.”
“Hmm, clever kids to get in without causing additional destruction.”
Emma cut her eyes at him. “Do you think that I don’t know Henry can pick a lock? That you taught him?”
“I am certain that I have no idea what you are talking about, love.” Killian smiled proudly, contradicting the innocence that laced his words.
“Of course not,” Emma muttered.
“As it happens, I do know Henry is innocent of this particular crime.”
“I know. Henry is getting the sheep.”
“He told you?”
“No. Dad did. Can you believe Henry asked him if he could borrow his sheep to fill the freshmen classrooms?”
“Actually, I can,” Killian laughed, shaking his head. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine that Henry was the child of thieves and the step-child of a legendary pirate. “Granny should have her first batch of pastries baked by now. Let’s eat before you go back to the station.”
“Ooh, yes.” Emma licked her lips at the thought of the fresh bear claw she was about to inhale.
When they walked into Granny’s, David was already at the counter getting his morning takeaway before heading to the station himself. He turned when they walked in, smiling at them. But his smile faded into an expression somewhere between bewilderment and confusion, “Killian, isn’t that my flannel?”
For the second time that morning, Killian felt his face heat as his cheeks burned red
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@killianjonesz THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK, LOVE!! I really hope it makes you smile. Let me know what you thought and feel free to ask for more. I don't know why this prompt SCREAMED silly at me, but it did.
#killian jones#captain swan#emma swan#killian x emma#captain hook#once upon a time#cs fanfic#cs ff#ouat#fall drabble prompt list#jas answers asks#asked and answered#fics by Jas#autumn vibes
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You’re probably so over the prompts about 3Cs but god you have a golden story here, I can’t stop thinking about it literally every day, imagining what could happen you know ? I’m a big fan of your work but this one is addicting, can’t wait to read more about this one, I’m looking forward anything, any prompt, any CRUMB
Anya was the luckiest woman alive.
She kissed Raven’s giggles as she tossed her wonder woman mask away, finding the girl’s mouth in a fit of laughter of her own. Raven sighed contently and made more room for them in the passenger seat. The 20-year-old Malibu groaned, but held firm as she spread her legs on top of Anya. Raven was always blabbing about how soon the car would be vintage, the old grandma holding firm for two generations of Reyes. That seat had seen its fair share of college kids making out on top of it, and Anya didn’t mind adding a few miles tonight.
As the windows fogged and pants grew unnecessary, Anya was ready to invite Raven back to her apartment, but a loud noise outside made them stop.
“If anyone hit grandma, I swear to God…” Raven said as she rolled the window down, the music from the Halloween party they had abandoned filtering inside.
“Lexa, wait!”
Anya was so ready to ignore whatever commotion was going on, but Clarke’s voice broke her away from Raven’s neck.
“Griffin?” Raven asked, but Clarke ignored the girls in the car as she ran past it.
“Clarke, let that shrimp go.” Another voice joined Clarke’s, and Anya peeked out the window.
She saw Lexa’s bee antenna stomping away, and Clarke was trying to follow in her cumbersome honey jar costume, but another woman stopped her. “Come on, Clarke, stay. I’m sure she’s fine.”
Anya growled when she saw Nia, the party host and also the host of one of the greatest sticks up her ass. Everyone on the lacrosse team hated Nia. She was on the team because of nepotism alone (her aunt dated their coach) and she made everyone’s life miserable with her lack of talent and many opinions.
She threw a mean party, though.
“Let’s go back.” Nia reached for Clarke’s arm, but Clarke shook it away.
“Everything alright, Griffin?” Raven opened the door, face steeled. She was the meanest pirate Anya had ever seen, with the fake parrot dangling from her shoulder adding to the character.
“Everything good, ladies?” Anya followed Raven outside without missing a beat, crossing her arms and glaring at Nia. Both Clarke and Nia seemed surprised at the couple leaving the parked car, though while Clarke showed relief at the sight of her friend, Nia bared her teeth in annoyance.
“Woods. Great to see you,” Nia said with the delicacy of a hammer. “Your sister just stormed out of here.”
“Clarke, do you need a ride?” Raven asked Clarke, ignoring the dick measuring competition going on between the two alphas.
Clarke sniffled, a tear falling on the rumpled card box that was her honey jar, and Raven helped her friend inside the car.
“I’ll drive her home.” Raven fished her keys from Anya’s back pocket — who knows how it ended there — and kissed her cheek.
“I’ll go after Lexa with my bike,” Anya said, returning the kiss.
Give it to Lexa to cockblock her sister.
Spotting the shaking bee was easy, but convincing Lexa to go back to Anya’s apartment took some time. Lexa finally relented under the frosty rain, her bee antenna squashed under Anya’s spare helmet as they drove away.
“I’m fine,” Lexa said between trembling teeth, though she sighed in relief when she held the steaming mug Anya placed in front of her. Her red, hard fingers thawed under the warmth, and so did her rage.
Anya eyed her sister, noticing the running makeup, the red nose, the stained bee costume. It wasn't always that Lexa looked like a mess, but that night was one of those days.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Anya asked, pouring honey into her own mug.
Lexa took the tiniest tea sip.
Anya would hate this so much less if making Lexa talk about her feelings wasn’t like pulling overgrown wisdom teeth. “Why did you storm out?” Anya probed, searching for an angle. “And why is Clarke upset?”
“She’s upset?”
Bingo.
Lexa’s red eyes widened, but then she frowned.
Anya checked Raven’s texts since they parted:
Raven Babe 00:37am
Griffin is crying.
I think they fought. Ask Lexa.
We stopped to get chocolate and honey. Her costume is surprisingly effective.
“Raven is with her now,” Anya said, flipping her phone face down on the table before Lexa could peek. “So, are you still drunk or?”
“Ugh,” Lexa said intelligently, lowering her forehead to the table. “Do I sound drunk?”
“You sound miserable.” Anya sat next to her sister, touching her shoulder and squeezing it. “So what? You had an argument while a little tipsy. That’s normal, Lex. Apologize to Clarke in the morning and it will all be good.”
Lexa lifted her head from the table, her eyebrows knit. She looked like a bee who had been expelled from the hive and left to die in the wilderness if that bee was also a little drunk. “I don’t want to apologize.”
A simmering kind of emotion bubbled in Anya’s stomach, and she recognized it as anger.
“What did Griffin do?” Her tone didn’t betray the surge in protectiveness for her younger sister.
Lexa’s head hit the tabletop again with a muted thud.
“Maybe I’m just overreacting,” she mumbled to the abused wood that had never seen a single coaster.
Anya breathed through her curiosity, giving her sister time to process her thoughts. Lexa had always been slow to make her opinions heard, but alcohol made it like walking through molasses.
Anya waited, as some big sisters were known to do. The good ones, at least.
“She laughed at me,” Lexa said, her voice as small as she looked. “Nia was talking shit about the team, as usual, but then she said things about me and Clarke—” there was that knot between her eyes again “—Clarke just laughed.”
“I’m sorry,” Anya said, the frown on her forehead the same as the one on Lexa’s. “But maybe she didn’t mean it that way?”
Lexa nodded solemnly, processing the idea in her inebriated brain.
“Clarke adores you, Lexa. Did she apologize?”
Pink blossomed over Lexa’s cheeks.
“Is that when you stormed out?” Anya asked, one eyebrow up.
Lexa nodded, but shameful consolation replaced her serious posture.
“Sleep it off,” Anya said, standing up. “It will make more sense in the morning.”
Lexa took an hour showering and used all the hot water. Anya would be mad about it another time, though she will hold against her sister the whole cockblocking thing. Anya had been looking forward to fuck Raven in her wonder woman costume.
Anya let Lexa sleep on the mattress that was usually under her bed, a little wet clump of teen hormones on the floor of her bedroom. She pretended not to, but saw the text exchange between her sister and her girlfriend, and sighed with a heavy sense of completion as Lexa drifted off to sleep.
Another night of being the best big sister ever.
Lexa 2:15am
I'm not mad
Clarke, I love you.
Clarke 2:15am
I love you too.
#clexa#ask the owl#fanfiction#drabble#clexa fanfic#3c#the three cs#just some anya content for that universe#with makeup sex when they meet again of course
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The main reason I ship kafblade I'd because I WANT TO BE THERE TOO. I want to be between a beautiful dominant woman and her rabid goth malewife that does anything she says. I want to be stepped on by Kafka while Blade watches and begs for a turn too.
#blade is so real for worshipping the ground she walks on cs i would too#kafka is topping always btw#hsr blade#hsr#kafblade#honkai star rail#hsr drabbles#hsr kafka#kafka#ੈ✩ stars brainworms
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Do you still take thirsts for Haikyuu?
ykw i'm considering opening thirsts for hq and jjk so that i can write more but i'm still thinking about it lololol
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i need to be able to project my thoughts onto a word document so i can write and cross stitch at the same time
#science get on this#rita rambles#ugh#writing#i have a cs project i want to start this weekend but i also have a bunch of ideas i want to work on#i need to finish the 2nd chapter of my tddk bb fic (or continue either of the previous 2 🤦♀️)#i need to work on the next chapter of my steddie fic#i just started a stobin/robin fic im really excited abt but have no direction for currently#i have renewed interest/inspiration for my gay vampire romances original stories#and a july kink prompt list i was gonna write some drabbles for#im booked#wtf#my mom is taking my car tomorrow bc her brakes are bad so i cant leave the house so that should make me productive in SOME way#but u would be surprised#how easily i can get sidetracked from literally any of these ideas or my crafts 😪
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cam daddy!ari making you suck his balls while he jerks off for a video 😖 ‘nerdy girlfriend loves gagging on balls and cock’
he’s so big and beefy, manhandling you all the time, fucking your brains out. he gets so deep, all up in your guts and calling you his dumb little baby, so pretty with your glasses, you gonna come for me again already?
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i can’t write comfort without cringing so hard omg
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Postcards (CaptainSwan Drabble)
requested by anon
The sun shone on the porch, where Killian's guitar serenaded Emma as he searched for the courage to tell her what was on his heart.
"I like you," Killian blurted, before he could talk himself out of it.
"What?" Emma asked.
"I- you make me feel alive, like every moment is a summer evening like these." he said, "I just want you to know."
"Do you really mean that?" Emma asked.
"With all my heart."
"Good," Emma smiled, "'cause I like you too."
He smiled like a kid on the schoolyard, discovering the rush of first love all over again.
(a/n and tags under the cut)
a/n: this is the fastest I've ever gotten one of these drabbles written. The fic really wrote itself, and the song gave me so much joy as I was writing. Thank you for the excellent request, anon!
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argument that turns into sex ft. Carlos
i finally had some time to go through and work on some old requests :))
you don’t even remember what the stupid argument was about now that you’re bent over the counter.
you can feel the bruises forming on your hips from carlos’ grip. he’s pounding into you while you try to grip onto the marble counter.
one of his hands moves up to your mouth, sliding two fingers in to muffle your moans.
even with his fingers in your mouth, you can’t help letting moans slip out with how hard he’s fucking you.
his fingers leave your mouth to wrap around your throat, tilting your head back so he could kiss you.
“are you close, princess?”
he knows the answer. of course you are. but he wants to hear you say it.
“come on, tell me what you want, darling.”
“tell me what you need and i’ll give it to you.”
when you don’t answer him, his thrusts slow and his fingers leave your clit, making you whine in frustration.
“wanna cum. need you to make me cum,” you whimper. “good girl,” he tells you before resuming his thrusts, bringing his fingers back to your clit.
his lips connect with yours as you cum, moaning loudly into his mouth.
his movements start getting sloppy and you know he’s close too. you clench around him, making him curse under his breath as his grip on your hips tighten.
you feel him pull out and look back to see him stroke himself before his cum covers your back.
you shiver as his finger drags up your skin, collecting the cum on your back. he brings his hand up to your mouth, letting you suck on his cum covered fingers before he kisses you softly.
“always making a mess but never cleaning it up,” you mutter. “hey, that’s not true. i always clean you up,” he says, grabbing a towel to wipe you clean.
“can’t say the same about the trash,” you remind him of why you were arguing in the first place.
“if the arguments are gonna lead to this every time, i might just stop taking the trash out now,” carlos jokes.
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x5 Good Form
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 745
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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Killian touched his lips softly, almost reverently, as he sat alone in the forest. She’d kissed him. She’d actually kissed him. Killian reached for his flask, needing the familiar burn of the rum on his tongue to prove to himself that he was awake and was not, in fact, in the throws of a delicious dream.
He’d flirted with her, smiling his teasing smile and playfully touching his lips as he suggested a way she might thank him for his service toward her father, but he’d never expected her to take him up on his suggestion.
Not that he was complaining. That kiss had been…. He blew out a long sigh. Even for a man so normally silver tongued as he was, there were no words.
It was more than the kiss itself–that had been steamy, passionate, blissful, of course–but it was more than that. It was….it was what the kiss revealed.
He loved her. He was in love with her. She’d snuck under his defenses as stealthily as any pirate could have, and without his knowledge, she’d taken possession of his heart.
It was an uncomfortable feeling, if he were being honest. He’d never been one to bestow his love lightly, but when he did, there was no going back. He’d spent two-hundred bloody (often literally) years in Neverland because of love for Milah, for heaven’s sake. The thought of moving on from her, of bestowing his heart on another and giving her the power to crush it as thoroughly as Milah’s death had done…
He took another long swallow.
Well, there was nothing for it now. It had happened. He’d fallen in love again.
As he continued to sit and ruminate on the events of the day, it occurred to him that while the revelation of his love was momentous, it was by no means the only noteworthy thing that had happened that day.
This place, Neverland, had a truly ghastly effect on its inhabitants. It had a way of bringing one's worst fears, one's greatest insecurities, one's biggest regrets to mind. This place was depression in physical form. He’d survived his last stint here with the aid of one thing and one thing only–his revenge. That goal, that singular purpose had allowed him to keep his wits about him.
This time around….well, the fact that he’d allowed the Crocodile on his ship, formed a tentative truce with him, proved that he had given up on that revenge. Without that singular focus to ruminate upon, he’d spent the hours on this island this go around reminded of his sins, his faults, the fact that he was a villain whom the heroes tolerated only.
Hadn’t David said it himself this morning? “Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook. She’s never gonna like you. How could she? You’re nothing but a pirate.”
Though he’d tried to keep the mocking grin on his face, it had stung, and for the first time, Killian realized how very much he wanted to change his life, become the kind of man Emma’s father–a man who was so much like his own hero, Liam–would approved of.
But at that moment, the gloom of Neverland had descended, and he’d come to realize he’d never be that man; he’d never overcome his past. He’d never reach a higher status than “the pirate with which we’ve formed a temporary but begrudging alliance”.
And so it had continued throughout the day. David had taken pains to make his disdain and dislike known and felt, taking small verbal digs at him, even as he attempted to save his life.
So it was that the second most astounding event of the day–second only to the kiss–had happened. When they’d returned to camp after achieving their ends at the top of Dead Man’s Peak, David had not only given him credit, but had toasted him, had bestowed on him the look of approval and gratitude Killian had never dared hope to receive from him.
It had embarrassed him a bit, having the entire company of heroes and Regina (he still wasn’t sure where upon the hero-villain spectrum she truly belonged) raise a flask to him, but the warmth it engendered had been as potent as his rum.
For the first time, he could see a way forward. Maybe he didn’t have to be forever defined by his past villainous deeds. Perhaps….perhaps there was a path to redemption available for him after all.
NEXT CHAPTER->
#season 3 rewatch drabbles#cs fanfiction#ouat fanfiction#my fanfiction#3x5 good form#killian jones#captain swan#captain charming
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And Giving Walsh What HE Deserves
Yesterday @lonelyspectator12 shared a video in the CSMM discord from ER of Luka beating up an abusive husband and asked if we couldn’t see Killian doing the same. The answer, of course, was a resounding YES! And when I mentioned writing it, I got a resounding DO IT! So here we are. I’m tagging this as CS fan fiction even though Emma barely appears in it. This is just a beatdown between protective Killian and asshole Walsh, hence the similarity in title to Neal’s beatdown in ch3 of this collection. Hope you enjoy!
Rating: M for violence and alluding to domestic abuse
Words: 702
Tags: Protective Killian, Asshole Walsh, TW Alludes to Domestic Abuse
On AO3 as part of my Prompts and Drabbles Collection.
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Killian Jones stormed through the front door of the dive bar and immediately zeroed in on Emma’s loser boyfriend, Walsh, who was in the middle of a game of pool. His eyes widened as he looked beyond the cue ball to where Killian was cutting a path through the crowd toward the table.
“I got no problem with you,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice. “I got no problem with you.” Louder this time as he stood from his place, his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender, he moved so the pool table was between Killian and himself.
Killian growled in response. “You’ve got no problem with me, but you have a problem with Emma?” His blood boiled. He was going to make the bastard pay for what he’d done to Emma sometime between last night when they’d all parted ways after a night out with friends, and this afternoon when Killian went over after Emma called him canceling their movie night. Something in her voice didn’t sound quite right, so even after she told him she was fine and was just too tired for their plans, he had gone over to check on her, to see if she was getting sick or something. He found her huddled under her quilt sound asleep, her gorgeous face sporting several fresh bruises. Killian took a deep breath to bring his fury under control and left as silently as he’d come, determined to find Walsh and make him pay.
Things hadn’t been great between Emma and Walsh the last month or so. Killian could see glimpses of possessive and abusive behavior toward Emma that had him watching Walsh closer than ever. He’d never liked the man, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he himself was crazy about Emma. Something about Walsh just set his teeth on edge. His smarmy sarcasm disguised as humor grated on Killian’s nerves and made it very difficult to enjoy himself whenever Walsh accompanied their friend group out for an evening. But the subtle condescension and arrogance that usually characterized the man was nowhere to be seen in Walsh’s eyes now.
Killian stopped at the edge of the pool table, Walsh opposite him. If Killian moved right, Walsh did the same, staying as far out of Killian’s reach as possible. Killian bared his teeth as Walsh started to babble senselessly.
“I didn’t mean it, I swear! Please, Killian! I’m sorry!”
“Oh, so the three different bruises on her face weren’t from you? Really?” Killian stood up straight and rubbed his chin, his gaze never leaving the sniveling and begging man across from him. “Hmmm, I wonder where they came from then?” Walsh let out a nervous chuckle at Killian’s newly casual demeanor. Seeing his chance, Killian leapt toward him. Caught completely off guard, Walsh stumbled, falling against the pool table and holding out his arms in a futile defense.
“I lost my temper! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!”
“Oh, you lost your temper, Walsh?” Killian’s fist connected with Walsh’s nose, blood spurting everywhere. “Oh, I’m sorry, Walsh! I lost my temper!” Killian grabbed him by the front of the shirt and raised him up so they were eye to eye. His fist connected then with Walsh’s cheek. The crack of bone and resulting howl from the asshole in front of him was music to Killian’s ears.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Blood and tears poured over his face as he tried to speak through his shattered mouth. “Please! Have mercy!”
“Have mercy? Have MERCY? Like you had mercy on Emma? Huh?” Another punch landed and Walsh’s head lolled weakly on his neck as Killian continued his righteous assault.
“I promise! I’ll never do it again!”
“Damn right, you won’t,” Killian seethed, pushing the whimpering and bleeding man back onto the table. He pulled him up slightly, leaned over right in Walsh’s face and hissed, “You touch her again, I’ll kill you.” Before releasing him, Killian threw one last punch, landing on his chin and knocking him out cold. Killian let go and left the man unconscious on the pool table.
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Thanks for reading! I’d love to know what you think!
#and giving walsh what he deserves#krystal writes#prompts and drabbles#cs ff#even though emma isn't really in this#just a beat down between protective killian and asshole walsh
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