It's that time of year where I do one of my most favorite things and host a writing event for you all. ♡ In 2024 I hosted a cafe themed writing challenge, and in 2025 I hosted a cinema themed writing challenge. This year, as you can see by the title, I am hosting an arcade themed one!! 👾⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I hope you're all ready to join me on one of the three different prompt games I've provided for this event! ♡♡
Just like other years, I have provided a multitude of prompts for you to choose and gain inspiration from! ♡ However, unlike other years where I just list off some prompts for inspiration, this year I'm giving you all prompts with a gamified twist that involves a generator, a wheel, a little game of Elixir's Hold 'Em, and an Elixir's Arcade Bingo. You can find the detailed explanations for each game below the cut!
This writing challenge starts today and closes on April 8th, national arcade day! The bingo game in itself encourages multiple entries, so I want to give everyone plenty of time to sign up for it and have time to write! (However, like all of my other writing challenges, if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me so I can read it and add your submission to the masterlist ♡)
Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡
who you can write for: characters from the following are accepted -> marvel, top gun maverick, superman 2025, twisters 2024, and the pitt.
(please keep it to x reader fics only!!)
some general guidelines: to join this challenge, you must participate in one of three prompt games provided below. But don't worry, they range from a game with more freedom and choice in case you'd like full control of the prompts you get and choose, to a game where I am the one who "chooses" the prompts for you with a game of bingo :) All the full details will be in the descriptions of each game! ♡
18+ fics are welcome, but please add warnings! Entries are not limited, you are welcome to submit as many entries as you'd like! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series, please write your submission as a standalone ♡
what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest (including stepcest), rape, noncon/dubcon... (for any questions on these guidelines, feel free to send me an ask or message)
how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirsarcade when you post ♡ due to some confusion last year, I decided to add an extra step so everyone who submits an entry will be able to see if I saw their entry yet or not! This year, not only will I leave a like from my main blog saturnsflowers, but I will also reblog your entry to my personal to be read side blog elixirs-bookshelf, to keep it safe until I get a chance to read it! I love reading and leaving comments on all submissions, so please be patient with me if I don't get to yours right away! If after a few days I haven’t interacted with your post, but I have been active on here, then please send me an ask or message to let me know in case I missed it! Thank you! ♡♡♡
Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions!! ♡
A Game Of Chance ⚔⊹ ࣪ ˖
For this game, I created a wheel of AU's & Tropes and a random generator of dialogue & scenario prompts for you to play with freely until inspiration hits! There are over 180 AU's & Tropes and over 200 dialogue and scenario prompts that you can land on!
This game is a free for all, so feel free to spin the wheel and generate prompts to your hearts content! You can mix and match and use an many AU's, tropes, and prompts you'd like. Seriously, this game is on the relaxed side, so you can take your time on finding what inspires you! ♡
Wheel of AU's & Tropes
Generator of Dialogue & Scenario Prompts
Whatever prompts you decide to use, please let me know somewhere in your fic, you'll be playing A Game Of Chance and what the wheel or generator or both gave you! It helps me greatly when making the masterlist! Thank you! ♡
Elixir's Hold 'Em 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺
If you're looking at both the wheel and the generator and you're thinking you have no idea where to start, then Elixir's Hold 'Em might be the game for you!
For this game, you will use the same wheel and generator provided for this writing challenge, but instead of spinning the wheel and generating prompts freely, below you'll find a more guided and structured list of prompt combinations for you to choose from. That way you still have control over what you pick, but you also have a bit more of a guideline to follow to help you make a decision! ♡
And of course!!! If at any point you get any AU, trope, or prompt that you are not comfortable writing, please disregard it, you do not have to write any kind of prompt that you are uncomfortable with!!
Prompt Combinations ⋆˙⟡♡
High Card: spin the wheel once and press the prompt generator once
wheel + generator = high card
Pair: spin the wheel twice
wheel + wheel = pair
Two Pairs: spin the wheel twice and press the prompt generator twice
wheel + wheel + generator + generator = two pairs
Three of a Kind: spin the wheel three times
wheel + wheel + wheel = three of a kind
Straight: press the generator twice
generator + generator = straight
Flush: press the generator three times
generator + generator + generator = flush
Full House: spin the wheel three times and press the prompt generator twice
wheel + wheel + wheel + generator + generator = full house
Four of a Kind: spin the wheel four times
wheel + wheel + wheel + wheel = four of a kind
Straight Flush: spin the wheel twice until it gives you one AU and one trope, plus press the generator until it gives you a dialogue prompt
Royal Flush: spin the wheel twice until it gives you one AU and one trope, plus press the generator twice until it gives you one dialogue prompt and one scenario prompts
Whatever combination you end up choosing, please let me know somewhere in your fic, you'll be playing Elixir's Hold 'Em and what combination suit you went with along with the prompts you were given by the wheel, generator, or both! It helps me greatly when making the masterlist! Thank you! ♡
Elixir's Arcade Bingo ❻❼❾❿
Now, if you're looking at both games above and think it's just not enough of a challenge for you and you'd like something a bit more structured with an element of surprise, then maybe my game of bingo is for you!!
For this game, I will be making you either a fully unique bingo card with 24 total prompts with 12 coming from the wheel and 12 coming from the prompt generator, or one unique bingo row with 4 total prompts with 2 coming from the wheel and 2 coming from the prompt generator (or 4 for 4, 3 and 1, we can discuss this).
Once I make your card for you, you are free to complete a bingo in any way you'd like—diagonal, horizontal row, vertical row, four corners, etc. As long as you have completed a bingo somewhere, then you have completed the challenge! However, if the bingo card inspires you so much to do multiple bingos or a full card or any other number beyond that first bingo, please be my guest and have fun writing more! ♡
Now, as this challenge is open to multiple fandoms, you can combine, mix and match, and write for all the characters that you'd like to for a bingo card or row. You don't have to stick to writing a different fic for every bingo square you'd like to fill. You are free to choose as many prompt squares as you'd like for one fic or many. You also don't have to write for only one character for this bingo. For example, if one prompt square inspires you to write a Bucky Barnes fic, another one for Jack Abbott, and another two squares inspire you to write a Clark Kent fic, then that is more than perfectly fine! If anything, it's encouraged! ♡
To sign up for this game, you will have to contact me directly so that I can make the bingo card for you! ♡ You can either directly message me on this blog, or you can leave a comment on this post that you're interested in the bingo and I will reach out to you through DM. If I'm slow to respond, my apologies, it just means I'm probably busy with work, but I will get back to you as soon as possible!!
All I ask of you for this game is to please make your own masterlist for the bingo card, so you can tag me in it and I can find all of your entries easily with the listed prompts! It'll help me greatly when making the collective masterlist! Thank you! ♡
If you have any questions about any one of the games or any other part of this writing challenge, please don't hesitate to ask me via my inbox or by sending me a message!
to my lovely mutuals, please don’t feel pressured to participate or share, just thought I’d share this with you all ♡
Imagine Mickey Garcia courting you for months. And ypu finallu made it official by giving him a surprise kiss in a photobooth while you two are on a date!!
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PAIRING: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader 💋
WORD COUNT: 550✍️
REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)
🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist
You’d always liked the way Mickey Garcia looked at you. Careful. Hopeful. Like he was holding his breath every time you smiled at him. For months, he’d been the picture of old-school charm , showing up with coffee when you worked late, texting you “Good morning” before you even opened your eyes, standing a respectful few inches too far away every time he dropped you off at your door.
And you liked him , God, you liked him. The kind of soft, slow liking that settled into your ribs like sunlight. But you made him wait. Not because he wasn’t enough, but because you wanted to be sure.
Tonight, you were sure.
It wasn’t fancy , just a late-night street fair that popped up on the edge of town every summer. Fried dough, cheap rides, strings of warm lights tangled in the trees. Mickey paid for your tickets with a shy grin, held your hand when you slipped on loose gravel, called you mi reina under his breath like he didn’t think you’d hear him.
You did. And your heart did somersaults every time.
When you spotted the photobooth , old, battered, squeezed between the funnel cake stand and a shooting game , something in your chest lit up.
“Hey,” you said, tugging his hand. “Come here.”
Mickey laughed. “A photobooth? What, you need evidence you were seen in public with me?”
You rolled your eyes. “Get in, Garcia.”
He ducked inside first, holding the curtain for you like he always held doors, the car, your hand , gentle, warm, patient. You sat on the little cracked bench, thigh pressed to his, the camera’s red light blinking awake above your heads.
You could feel his eyes on you even in the cramped dark. You could feel his heartbeat in the brush of his arm against yours.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured, that grin curling up one side of his mouth.
You turned, just enough to face him. The machine whirred. The countdown started. 3… 2… 1…
“Smile,” he started to say, but you cut him off.
You kissed him.
Soft, sudden, sweet. The shutter snapped once , a flash catching his wide eyes before they fluttered shut. His hands landed on your hips, like he’d been waiting his whole life for permission to touch you like this.
The second flash popped when he laughed against your mouth, pulling you closer.
The third caught the tiny tilt of your head, deepening it, your fingers tangling in his hair.
By the time the last one clicked, you were both breathless, noses brushing, grinning like idiots in the tiny dark box.
When you pulled back, you found him staring at you , flushed, blinking, wonderstruck.
“Does that mean,?” he started, voice rough.
You kissed him again , quick, playful , then rested your forehead to his.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “That means yes, Mickey Garcia.”
His laugh was pure sunshine. He kissed you again, softer this time, thumbs brushing your cheeks.
Outside, the fair went on , kids screaming on the Ferris wheel, neon lights buzzing, a breeze carrying the scent of sugar and popcorn. But in the little box, it was just you and him, the soft whirr of the machine spitting out a strip of proof.
Warnings: Drunkenness/alcohol!! Other than that all fluff. Canon-typical asshole Hangman. established relationship and mentions of introverted girlfriend - no use of y/n
Description: While drinking at the Hard Deck with his fellow daggers, Fanboy finally gets to prove the origins of his callsigns through his drunken ramblings about his (civilian) girlfriend.
WC: 1,580
A/N: My first time posting fanfiction on this account!! Glad it’s dedicated to my underrated husband <33 - on that note, I did write this instead of studying (I’m mid exams) as a form of procrastination, and honestly a de-stressing exercise type thing lmao
“Earth to Garcia?” Mickey hears as he slowly raises his head from his phone, awaiting a text from his girlfriend after the string of ‘I miss you’ and ‘you won’t believe what Reuben just said’ messages.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Fanboy responds, unsure of who grabbed his attention.
“Man, what’s even so interesting on your phone? Come on! Live in the moment!” Javy disappointedly scolded him, gaining some nods and murmurs of agreement. Majority of the squadron were sitting in a spacious booth, various alcoholic drinks accompanying them. Fanboy was squished in between Payback and Hangman while sitting across from Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Fritz and Rooster sat at the end in seperate chairs.
“Sorry I find my girlfriend more interesting than you guys.” Fanboy scoffed sarcastically.
“Really? Doesn’t seem like she’s responding anytime soon.” Hangman joked with that bothersome southern drawl, peering over to see Fanboy’s one sided conversation. He didn’t blame you, it was late. Really late. The daggers were given a day off and decided to celebrate, not having to worry about getting up early - despite the fact majority probably would anyways.
“She’s probably just asleep, she has exams.” Fanboy defended, he didn’t want the others to get the wrong idea, that he was needy or anything. Though, it didn’t really help. But he wasn’t lying, you were mid exam week in college and were conditioning yourself to a better sleep schedule, he would probably tell you to go to sleep if you did ever respond.
“Mhm… I’m starting to think she’s been made up.” Hangman mocked, no matter how much alcohol he has - he will always find a way to push someone’s buttons. If anything, the alcohol made him more irritating. But before Fanboy could interject, he was saved by his best friend.
“Trust me, she’s real.” Payback groaned. Fanboy wasn’t surprised that he backed him up, or that he seemed so annoyed about it. Reuben had nothing against you, to be honest, he hadn’t even met you in person. But, he did have the unfortunate role of being the closest to Mickey in every outburst he had when he was away from you for too long and needed to scroll through all your shared memories. Reuben had lost count of how many times Mickey showed him his favourite photo of you two right before he got called to Top Gun.
“Really? I need proof or I’m never believing you.” Hangman emphasised, more likely bored than actually unbelieving. Mickey was attractive, both physically and personality-wise, it’s no shocker he’s dating someone. But when your foundation is being a dickhead, and you add alcohol and boredom to the equation, you need someone to annoy. Fanboy was just the easiest target for Hangman given the situation.
“Haha, no chance.” Fanboy swiftly replied. He absolutely loved showing people photos of you. Displaying you with pride, like a toddler showing off their artwork. But when it came to people in the military, specifically other men in the military, he always felt icky. After hearing too much nasty locker room talk, he really only described you and your shared experiences, keeping away from physical depictions and photos. The only exceptions were guys he really trusted, like Reuben. And it’s not even that he doesn’t trust Jake, he just doesn’t want to risk you getting involved in his constant teasing.
“Come on, you always talk about her - just one photo!” Phoenix chimed in, genuinely curious. Fanboy took a second, he was always easy to persuade when he was drunk. But, he stuck to his values and faced his phone away from Jake while scrolling through his favourites album.
“Seriously?” Hangman bluntly groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “I swear I wont actually say anything weird.” Hangman pleaded, that signature smile spread across his slightly flushed cheeks.
“No shot.” Mickey responded, clicking on one of his favourites of you. You were in a beautiful black dress with some light makeup, it was the one time he ever successfully persuaded you to go to a big party. You were smiling widely, holding onto Mickey while both of you were laughing your asses off. It was a candid one of your mutual friends took while you were both drunk out of your minds. Your hair was slightly tucked behind your ear, revealing an earplug. You were never good with loud noises or bustling groups, so Mickey bought you earplugs to colour match your jewellery. You seemed so happy, and Mickey couldn’t have been more relieved. He was terrified that he would finally get you to go out to a big party and you would hate it, so he sought to make you as comfortable as possible in the situation.
He proudly flipped his phone towards the other side of the booth, presenting you to Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Rooster and Fritz peeked over. Just about everyone was curious at this point, they had always gotten bits and pieces of his ranting about you but never actually seen the face that matches the admiration.
“Aww!! She’s so pretty.” Bob reacted softly, trying not to overstep but also wanting to validate Fanboy.
“The dress is stunning on her.” Phoenix raved with an approving smile to Fanboy.
“I know, everything’s stunning on her.” He sighed thoughtfully. Despite the fact you were dating, he was still acting like a schoolgirl yearning over her celebrity crush. The others could only laugh at this, while Hangman just drank from his beer. He doesn’t usually feel left out due to his very extroverted and dominating personality, but this was an exception.
“Well that explains a lot.” Rooster chuckled.
“Huh?” Fanboy was seemingly brought out of his trance, tilting his head at Rooster’s comment.
“Your callsign, always wondered what warranted it.” Rooster elaborated, gaining a group-wide laugh. It was so true, he was full on fanboying over you.
His slight embarrassment to his exposure was quickly taken to a halt when his phone buzzed while Phoenix was holding his phone, admiring the photo.
“Mickey baby, you drinking responsibly or just drinking?” You texted. You couldn’t help but laugh at the seemingly millions of messages you had gotten while locked in studying - cramming - for your next exam in… about 7 hours.
Mickey chuckled at your message the moment he snatched his phone back. But, his remaining responsibility took control as he replied.
“You should be sleeping! I love youuuuuuuuuu1!1!1!! go to sleep!” He typed out, his heart sad that he knows he can’t keep you up. But, his last remaining brain cells were aware that you needed to sleep for your big exam in the morning.
“No fair, you texted me first.” You groaned, knowing he was right.
“Yeahhh but like…. I don’t have work in the morning.” He sighed, he was so excited for your exams to be over so he could endlessly bug you without feeling guilty about taking up your time.
“What’s going on now?” Hangman interjected, finally trying to weasel his way back into the conversation.
“I’m telling her to go to sleep, I wasn’t lying - she’s got exams.” Fanboy whined, he was desperate to talk to you - he was always extra clingy when drunk.
“Ooh that reminds me of this other photo.” He quickly switched up, you stopped replying so he could tell you got the message and (hopefully) went to sleep rather than uselessly cramming.
“Oh lord not again.” Reuben moaned, falling back into the seat while he had to sit through yet another rant about you.
“I took this one after the last one when we were in bed..” Mickey was swiftly cut off by some disapproving noises.
“No, no, not like that, it’s nothing sexual - it’s cute!” Mickey reassured, not surprised that his friends’ minds immediately went there.
He pulled up a photo of him lying on your chest while you were both pressed together on your sides, lipstick marks all over his face. He had about a dozen kisses on his face printed from your lipstick, and he couldn’t have been happier. He and you were both still clearly drunk - only the bottom half of your face in frame. Your hair was dangling onto Mickey while he was tucked just below your chin, leaning into your chest. Your smile was just in frame, while his was front and centre. He loved the photo not only for its contents, but also the fact that it was one of your favourites. Mickey explained to his friends the backstory, and how you never really liked seeing or taking photos of yourself. So the fact that you were only partially in frame yet your presence was one of the most significant aspects, it was perfect.
“Okay, okay, we get it - you’re an absolute fanboy. Can we talk about something else now?” Hangman complained, still excluded from the presentation.
“This is what you get for being such an asshole and taking advantage of any personal thing we tell you, Bagman.” Phoenix responded, utilising her daily humbling moment. With a few ‘karma’ and ‘deserved’ comments flying around alongside the comfortable laughter, Mickey couldn’t help but feel so at home. He missed you more than anything, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to his friends.
“Good night baby ❤️ ❤️” you finally texted back.
“Were you studying just then??”
“I had to finish up!!”
“Yeah? Well good night sweetheart, sleep well ❤️” he replied, shaking his head with a small chuckle.
warnings: make outs, praise! kink, pure kisses only, naked lovers, MY PURE BOY FANBOY, fanboy undressing reader, fanboy giving all his attention to reader, afab reader, just them<3
dedicated to my wife 😍 @bea-the-tenth
you yell for fanboy, your beloved fiancé as you rush into his arms. “mi amor! i haven’t seen you in forever,” he cooed out as his arms wrap tightly around you. “my beloved!” you yell, as you wrap your arms around his neck in a tight-lovingly way, while your legs decided to move on their own and wrap around his waist. “oh there’s my beautiful girl.” he whispery growled, kissing your cheek like he hasn’t done it in a long time.
fanboy’s lips crashed with yours, his left hand on your cheek caressing it. “i love you,” he mumbled. “i love you more.” you squeal out. “fanboy has a girl?!” some one yelled out, as you pull away from him. you quirk your eyebrow at your fiancé. you look over to your right of behind him, seeing a group of soldiers walk out of the hanger mickey told you to meet him at.
you see him roll his eyes and shake his head. “were you all too drunk off your asses to remember me talking about missing my fiancé that one night?” he scoffed. “fiancé?” the girl howled out. “well i’ll be damned.” the tall blonde whistled. you jump off of mickey, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively and keeping you close to him.
“hang-man.” the blonde greeted with a smirk. “garcia,” you replied with a smile. “that’s my girl,” mickey whispered into your ear with a bright smile. “i just want your friends to know i belong to you.” you reply back. mickey’s heart died a little inside, yet you didn’t know that.
“rooster.” the guy with an 80s pornstsche says, with a hand to shake. you shake it back, replying with your name as they continue to greet you. “are you still up to go to the hard deck, fanboy?” coyote had asked. “mm, another time. i wanna spend some time with mi amor.” he looked at you while he said your little pet name, his lips dangerously close to your cheek. “gross gross, get a room.” hang-man gagged.
phoenix had rolled her eyes. “you’re just mad cause fanboy can get more bitches than you.” she had good intentions; of course but you couldn’t help but scoff at her words. mickey took notice, and pulled you aside. “she means well.” he assured. you sighed and had scooted closer. “can we just go home?” you question. he nods.
“well, we’re off. see y’all tomorrow?” he asked the team, they nodded and waved the both of you off as you enter your car. you let mickey drive, as you sit in the passenger seat. “god i feel like you’ve gotten beautiful in the past three months.” he breathed in, looking towards his right. “pay attention on the road mickey, don’t want us getting killed in an accident.” you giggle, putting your hand on his cheek and turning it for him.
he nods, “yes ma’am. anything for you.” you turn up the volume of the radio, “has anyone ever told you your mama raised you well?” you question him humming the song that was put on from yours and his playlist. “only you’ve ever told me. and my family somewhat,” he giggles out. “well, your mama did raise you right.” you giggle out with an accent.
he holds his right hand out, for you to hold over the middle part. you gracefully take it, switching it over so his back hand was facing you. you kissed it, “i really did miss you.” you mumble. “i know. longest we’ve ever been without each other.” he frowns. “don’t want that to happen again.” he added on.
mickey finally got to the house the navy assigned him; getting out and walking towards your door before you could even place a hand on it. he opened it for you, “milady.” he says with a british accent. “thank you kind sir,” you smile as you match his energy. “let me walk you up to ze house.” he picks you up bridal style, earning a squeal coming from your house. “mickey!” his name left your mouth as he spun the two of you around.
the door opened, and he closed it right after and sped towards his room that he kept tidy just in case if you ever came to visit, which he was grateful for he did. he slowly places you down the bed, his head falling dangerously low to your private area. “mickey?” you breathed out, holding in a breath. he kissed the tip of your blue tight jeans, where the golden button was.
he kissed your stomach next, then your upper stomach, your chest, trailing all the way up to your chin than to your very own lips. “what was that for?” you giggle. “just want to show you my love, in a different way.” he shrugged. “yeah?” you question. “mhmm. if you don’t mind, i’m gonna need you to get naked.” he had ordered. “yes lieutenant,” you breathed. his heart hammered more into his chest.
you slowly take your bright yellow cute top off. leaving you in your yellow matching lace bra. “god yellow is such a pretty color on you,” he growled out. he kissed your collar bone, sucking ever so lightly on it. “you treat me so well.” you coo.
“you’re my favorite girl. of course i have to treat you like a queen.” he purrs, his lips leaving a trial of saliva. your fingers trial it as well, slowly placing your hand on his forehead and then crawling up to his head. your fingers doing wanders. “mmm, love it when you touch me so lovingly.” he spoke.
his left hand trialed your curve on the left side of your body, sending waves of tingles all over your back. “keep doing what you do, Mi Cielo.” you pur out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. “don’t mind if i take your jeans off for you?” you nodded at his question. “go ahead and take everything off of me. as long as you do the same.” you shrug, your sigh shaking as his thumb did circle motions over your side.
he slowly unbutton your button, then pulled it apart carefully as he placed a kiss right below your belly button. “hmm,” you moan out. “god what did i ever do to deserve you?” you whisper out. “i’m your soulmate, mi amor you did nothing to capture my love. you just breathed.” mickey spoke. your heart flutters at his words.
your pants were thrown off as soon as he was done kissing all over your legs. “god are you trying to kill me woman?” he chuckled out, seeing your matching pair of yellow lacy underwear. “it’d be weird if i was just wearing a top that actually matches with a bottom with something else. wouldn’t you say?” (y/n) croaks out.
“yeah. yeah i guess you’re right.” as soon as he says that, his lips attach so close to your core you hold back a moan. “thought this was only to pamper my body. not make us have a full on work out.” you chuckle, a smile placed on your face as you wrap your arms around mickey’s neck. “it’s only to pamper your body mi amor.” he assured you.
your eyes trial down his body. “cmon mickey, i feel out of place when you still have all your clothes on.” you had whined out. he chuckles, “yes mi amor i’ll get them off.” he starts off with his bomb jacket, throwing it somewhere in the room as he throws his black t-shirt off and unbuckles his belt. he ripped that out of his jean holes, the buckle clanking on the soft rug floor. his jeans were flying off of him as you check him out.
“hmm god you’re so sexy,” you mutter. mickey giggles. every time you give him a compliment, he’d always giggle afterwords. your hands travel up and down his toned tanned abs, your hands going over to his shoulders to feel his muscles there as he works himself out of his dark blue jeans. his shoes came off, and before you know it that five inches of a long, juicy, cock came out of his underwear just hanging in front of you. “fuck,” you whisper. your mouth was already hanging slightly agape, as you stare hardly at the body part in front of you.
mickey giggled, “yeaaa.. mickey jr missed you too.” he spoke. you deadpanned him when your eyes looked straight into his. “you did NOT just say that,” you laugh out, mickey laughing with you as he climbed on top of you, his whole body pressing down on yours. “c’mon, i wanna see you too you know.” he kissed your neck, his hands going to unclasp the yellow laced bra you had on. it came off quick, mickey quickly throwing it somewhere in the room. just like you had did, he stared back with ten times more lust in his eyes.
“how did i get so lucky?” he cooed, going down on you, kissing your stomach all around till he reached the top lacy yellow panties with a pink small bow on top of it. “what do you mean, 𝙞 got lucky.” you responded, you sucked in a deep breath when joaquin’s teeth pulled down your underwear, his teeth leaving a small tiny saliva on your bottom half of your body.
the panties were almost pulled off, 𝘈𝘓𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛- before you both heard a sound of a doorbell ringing into the house. mickey groaned, his head going back as you can see his eyes rolling. “m sorry mi amour, someone’s at the door. stay here, i’ll check it.” he spoke. he gave a quick kiss to your lips, before climbing off of you and grabbing some pair of underwear and gray sweat pants. he put them on, then left to the front door.
his footsteps could be heard through the front of the house, walking with pace to get this over with. “garcia, you left your—” he could hear hang-man and at least another voice outside his house and he growled with annoyance, he opened the door with a pissed off face. “thanks.” he took the bag, closing the door on their faces and chucked the bag down onto the floor. he walked back into the shared room, and spoke. “now… where were we?” he said with a grin, “oh i don’t know… i think you were about to eat me out?”
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a/n; hey so like guys… this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022…, never touching it, always updating it here n there and my friend (my wife @bea-the-tenth) has been pestering me nonstop about her request so here is the long waited request you wanted 😭 idk why i always stopped and came back to it .. anywho i hope u like it bbg
Summary: Mickey attempts to help his daughter with math homework but experiences the canon event of making her sob with confusion (Mickey speaking in Spanish)
Word count: 1.7k
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"No mija. You have to drop the zero. Tienes que bajar el tres para abajo." Mickey's patience was close to snapping. It was 10 o'clock and he wanted to crawl into bed but his 10-year-old daughter Angelica forgot to do her math packet that consisted of division problems.
"Pero porque?" The little girl's voice cracked like she was ready to cry any minute here at the dining table.
"Because 743 dividido por 25 no da dos. Te falta un poco de proceso princesa." Fanboy yawned. Before he used to go to bed around midnight but ever since his routine mimicked his daughters, he was in bed by ten o'clock now.
Angelica's pencil eraser had reached to metal from how often she had used it that night. She started to erase 74 - 50 = 24 even though that part of the long division was correct.
"No mija, mija. No lo borres. Haci estaba bien. Nunca te dije que estaba malo." Angelica stopped erasing her work and stared up at him and her lips jutted out in a pout.
"¡Papi no te entiendo! ¡Usted no explica bien como mi maestra!" His daughter's voice came out in a high-pitched whine. When he saw the tears pooling at her dark brown eyes, Mickey felt like he was hitting his limit. He was tired and had work in the morning. Angelica wasn't understanding his long division explanation, and she still had 10 more problems left to do.
"No te quiero ver esas lágrimas o chillando." Mickey strictly spoke, on another day if he wasn't half asleep, he would have been more gentle with her. "You had todo el día to finish these problems. But you chose el último momento para terminar lo. Entonces no te quiero ver llorar."
Angelica bit her bottom lip at her father's scolding but her whole body was ready to break into heavy pants and sobs. When Mickey was younger and this same situation happened to him with his dad, Mickey remembered thinking that when he was older he wouldn't get upset about his kid not understanding math. Yet here he was experiencing a moment that almost every dad went through.
"I'm not- not- not gonna d-d-do my homework anymore w-with you." Angelica was sobbing so violently that her own words were cutting off. Mickey didn't even yell at her so bad for her to already be crying. But he hadn't realized that she was stressed out too.
"Okay, está bien. Ya nadie te va ayudar y aquí vas estar hasta la madrugada por ser irresponsable." Mickey was so tired he didn't even realize how heartbroken his daughter looked as she pinched her eyes together and wiped her tears.
At that moment the door softly opened then closed shut. You walked into the dining room wearing your blue scrubs after your shift at the hospital. After a full shift, his wife still looked gorgeous and put together. With your hair slicked back in a ponytail, and gold hoop earrings that complent your skin tone. Your eyes lively with a contagious smile.
The second Angelica saw you, she saw that as an outlet to escape this stressful last-minute math homework. Angelica pushed herself out of the wooden chair and went running to your arms. You hadn't even set your purse down before the 10-year-old arms were wrapped around your legs tightly.
"Why are you guys still awake-" When you noticed Angie's puffy eyes you turned to look at Mickey silently asking what was wrong. But Fanboy looked back at the math packet knowing he was about to be in trouble with you for accidentally making their daughter cry. "¿Ahi que paso? ¿Que te paso mamá?" His wife cooed, leaning down to wipe your daughter's tears. Mickey hated how you babied her, but he couldn't really say anything since he did feel terrible.
"¡Papi me-me-me regaño!" She violently sobbed.
"Baby I didn't even yell at her-"
"I don't want to hear it." You pointed a finger at Mickey making him shut up. Angelica sobbed into your stomach while you ran your hand soothingly on the top of her head as you peppered her black curly hair in kisses.
"No llores mí niña. Papi solo anda cansado y el ní sabe cómo divider tampoco." Your joke about Mickey not knowing how to divide which made your daughter giggle but it left him scoffing. Once Angelica had calmed down her heavy breathing, you kissed her one last time on the forehead. "Vaya te a la cama and put your pajamas on. Mañana vamos a ver qué hacemos con la tarea de mate."
"Okay mami." Angie wiped at her eyes and stiffly walked to her bedroom once you had dismissed her.
"You always gotta make me the bad guy huh?" Mickey could resist speaking up for himself, as he ran his hand through his jet-black hair.
"Well maybe if you didn't yell at her then you wouldn't have to be the bad guy." You walked closer to him.
"I wasn't yelling at her though!" Fanboy raised his voice since he was being accused yet again.
Your beautiful laugh reached his ear making him relax slightly. You placed your purse on the dining table and took a seat on his lap. Fanboy's arms instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hand forced your legs to drape over his.
"What are we gonna do?" Mickey stared up at you like you held all the answers to his problems. Before you could respond Mickey leaned forward and rested his forehead on your chest. You placed your chin on his head and one of your hands threaded your fingers through his hair.
"I think you should apologize to your daughter before she thinks about running away from home." Mickey exhaled a laugh through his nose at your comment. "We can finish these division problems for her and then tomorrow we'll have to teach her the homework until she understands."
"I'm a terrible father huh?" Mickey pressed a kiss to the top of your breast before pulling away and gazing at you. "I should have been more patient with her. Or asked if she needed help earlier this week."
"No come on papi. Lo dos lo descuidamos con preguntarle a Angelica sobre su tarea. Pero si sos un padre increíble, solo estás estresado porque necesitas tu beauty rest." Mickey laughed at your spanglish and kissed your neck once more.
"Gracias por tu consejo y palabras mami. Now I will apologize to our daughter." Mickey tapped your thigh signaling for you to get up. "Meanwhile you finish these division problems up since alguien por aquí dice que yo no se como dividir." Mickey forced you to stand up with him, making you laugh.
"That was a joke, Papi." You smirked up at him.
"It wasn't a joke before when your daughter was crying. But it is now since you have to finish those problems up now huh?" Mickey aggressively smashed his lips on your cheek, moving away from you and down the hall. "Apurate también, ya quiero irme a dormir and get my beauty sleep."
You giggled making Mickey grin from ear to ear shaking his head. When he got to Angie's bedroom he softly knocked on the white door, before pushing it open. He watched her face fall when she saw it was him entering the room instead of her mom. She was already in her small bed in her pink button up pajamas.
"¿Estás brava conmigo Angie?" His daughter didn't answer, just crossing her arms, and looking toward the wall. "Dígamelo." Mickey egged her on to talk. He took a seat on the edge of the bed as she continued the silent treatment. "Sin miedo. ¿Qué pasa?" He threw his hands out when asking but all he was met was with silence. "Okay, that's cool. No, me hables."
Mickey stared at her wooden drawer staring at all the trinkets and shopping toys she had on her dresser. After Mickey turned to face her, his hands went to her small belly and he started to tickle his daughter trying to get her to crack. Angie arched her back and squirmed letting out a shrieking laugh. Mickey was smiling too, as she was laughing and squirming so much.
"Stop! Me voy a ser pipí." She yelped. That's when Mickey calmed the tickling down not wanting her to wet her pants. Once Angelica sighed, she furrowed her brows together again putting her angry face back on. "Todavía estoy enojada." Mickey sighed at her words.
"Baby disculpame, me fue la paciencia. I was just really tired. No fue mí intención." Mickey hand found his daughters smaller once giving it a squeeze. "No me gusta ver te llorar tampoco." Angelica blinked at him hanging on to his every word. "Listen, la próxima vez que hacemos tu tarea de división no te voy a regañar. But you have to promise me that vas a preguntarme y reclamar cuando no entiendes algo. Capish?"
It took Angelica a second to respond before she nodded her head at him.
"Capish. Te prometo." She held out her small pinkie. Mickey interlocked his pinkie with hers feeling a satisfaction settle over him.
"¿Y mí besito?" Mickey made a kissing noise and pointed at his cheek. Angelica leaned in closer and kissed his cheek, before throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace. "Ahí qué rico mi amor." Mickey dragged out, letting himself soak up the hug from his little girl. After he let go of her Mickey tucked her in and kissed her forehead goodnight.
"Te quiero muchísimo. Y no te preocupes de la tarea de mate, tu mamá te lo va ser." Mickey laughed, kissing her forehead again goodnight. "Buenas noches mi vida."
"Buenas noches papi!" She beamed as he moved out the room, flipped the light off and gently closed the door. Mickey retreated back to the table where you sat finishing the division homework. When you looked up at him you raised a brow. Silently asking what happened.
"It's all solved now. She is not mad at me anymore." Mickey smiled and you softly applauded him. Mickey moved closer to you. Located his hand on the table and leaned down to kiss you tenderly.
"Qué lindo." You said against his mouth.
First ever Fanboy fic I've written! I wrote the Spanish by myself... so if I'm missing a few tildes I'm sorry!
Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x reader and they’re having lshower sex. They’re at the base
Saving Water
Summary: While what was supposed to be saving water, you and Mickey do the opposite.
Warnings: mickey and reader are married, sweating, showering together, porn with little plot, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, smut, 18+ MDNI
A/n: yes I'm reusing this pic of him
You enter the building with a sigh of relief when the AC quickly engulfs you, cooling you from the San Diego sun. It's especially hot today outside, the scorching heat making you sweaty and gross.
You make your way to the office you're supposed to drop off the papers to but not before going to the water fountain to rehydrate your dry throat. The water is gross and somewhat warm but you'll take anything at this point to get rid of the desert in your throat.
After dropping off the stack of papers, you exit the office and hear footsteps coming towards you. You turn around to see who it is just as Mickey appears from around the corner. He stops in his tracks, surprised to see you. "Oh! Hey!" He smiles softly.
"Hi." You place a hand on his neck when he leans down to kiss you. "Mmm" you scrunch your face when you pull away, "you're all sweaty." You wipe the sweat now on your palm on his shirt and he chuckles.
"So are you" he counters.
"My manager has had me running around base dropping off papers. What's your excuse?" You give him an expected look.
"We were doing warm ups and Mav had us do 200 push ups."
"Why the hell would he do that?" You say furrowing your brows.
"It was technically Payback's idea. He wanted to spice things up a bit... and I encouraged it." He avoids eye contact as you tut at him. "Stupid idea since my arms are hella sore now." He groans and rolls his shoulders back. Your gaze falls to his biceps bulging out of his short sleeves as he does so and you bite your lip.
He nods his head at you, "When do you get off work?"
"About now. Jack said those were my last papers to drop off and I could go home. Are you done with training for the day?" You check your watch to see that it's a bit earlier than the usual time training ends.
"Yeah, Mav let us go early. Anyway, I was on my way to take a shower. I'll see you at home." He kisses your lips and begins to walk away from you.
"Yeah, I need to shower too." You grimace as you wipe some sweat dripping from your neck.
He turns back around, "Do you just wanna shower here instead? I'm like 99 percent sure everyone left already so the showers should be empty." He points his thumb back in the direction of the bathroom, once again showing off his bicep. It was an innocent question with no underlying intentions but that didn't stop your dirty thoughts forming.
You pause before answering, your gaze stuck on his sweaty muscles. You meet his eyes once again and he raises his brows waiting for your answer.
You bite your lip, failing to hide your smile. "Sure, we could save some water."
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The shower wall meets your back as the force of his mouth devouring yours pushes you against it. The cold tile and the warm water cascading around you does nothing to cool your burning skin from his touch.
"I've missed you," he breathes against your neck. "I feel like I haven't been able to see you as often."
"I missed you too Mickey. So fucking much." Although you live and work on base with him and he comes home to you every day, he tends to work long exhausting hours which leaves you little time to spend with each other.
You gasp against his mouth and cling to him when he lifts you up into his arms. "I thought you said your arms were too sore."
"Never too sore for you baby." You smile before slamming your lips on his again. He grinds up against you throughout the makeout, causing you to moan in each other's mouths.
"I wanna taste you," he groans. "Can I taste you? Please?"
"Yes, do whatever you want to me." He grins happily and gently lowers your feet to the floor, careful to make sure you don't slip, before descending to his knees.
"Dios mio I miss this view." His eyes bore into yours from below as he takes in the angelic sight in front of him— you standing above him with the water falling on you like a Goddess saving him in the rain. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he lowers his mouth until his tongue is met with your sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Mickey! Yes!" You moan out from the feeling of his mouth on you. "I fucking missed you!"
"I missed you too," he mutters, "but you gotta be quiet for me okay? People might pass by and hear." The vibrations of his voice making you squeal and clench around nothing. He seems to sense your growing neediness and inserts two fingers into you.
"I don't care, I need you. I always need you."
He pulls his mouth away, his fingers still working on you. "Yeah? How do you need me?"
"I need you inside me, fucking me 'til I can't walk. 'Til your name is the only word I know. 'Til you make me yours all over again."
His face lights up but his eyes darken at the thought of him absolutely ruining you, at his work place of all places. He places one last kiss on your clit before standing back up to his full height. "I know you need me baby, I haven't been around to take care of you as I should."
You shake your head.
"Let me make it up to you." Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders when he fills you in one thrust and you feel all of the air leave your lungs. The familiar stretch burned so deliciously. You missed it, you missed him.
He let's out a shaky moan when he's fully seated inside. "Oh my god I missed you." He pulls out until just the tip is inside before slamming into you once more. "I missed you." He repeats the action, murmuring the same words over and over again until it turns into babbles.
"I missed you Mickey. I've been dreaming about this for weeks." You whine and drop your head on his shoulder, letting him completely use you for his pleasure.
"Dreaming about me huh? Y'know I was only a few inches away from you corazon. You could've taken what you wanted."
You shake your head, "I didn't wanna wake you. You've been working so hard- fuck- I knew you were tired." You bite down on his neck when he hits your g spot.
He pulls you away from his neck so you can look at him, "I'm never too tired for you mi amor. I don't care if I get 9 hours of sleep or 2. If you need me, fucking take me."
His words have you clenching down on him. You close your eyes and squeeze at his hair, on the verge of losing yourself to him. "You close mami? I can feel you clenching."
You nod. "Feels so good!" You sigh against his lips, unable to speak any louder at the moment. "You always make me feel so good."
"I know I do," he breathlessly chuckles, "I know what my wife likes. I know her body so well." His hand slyly reaches to rub at your clit. "How it reacts to my touch."
And that does it. Your whole body tenses and you cling to him for dear life as you shake in his hold from how hard he's making you cum. "That's it mi amor. Keep giving it to me."
He keeps thrusting sloppily and you think you'll actually black out from pleasure when he finally stills with a moan. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" His chest heaves and he drops his forehead on your shoulder, his hot breath heating your skin.
He places a kiss on hour collarbone before looking up at you with a cheeky grin. "So much for saving water huh?"
"Shut up" you laugh and shove at his shoulder. "Let's get out so we can go home." He sets you down so you can stand,—which you're surprised you can still kind of do.
You kiss his shoulder and grab your towel just as he reaches behind you to turn the water off. You're about to change when you "accidentally" drop your shirt and bend down to pick it up.
You hear a groan behind you and turn your head to look at him as you bite your lip. "You're gonna turn me on again." He smacks your ass and you gasp.
You smile when he pulls you closer so your back is against his chest, feeling him growing hard again just like he said. "Yeah? What if that's what I want?" You grind your ass against him, eliciting a louder moan from him.
"Careful mi vida." He says through gritted teeth right into your ear. "We might not make it to the car if you keep this up."
"I'm always careful lieutenant." You turn your head to kiss him before moving away and slapping his chest. "C'mon Fanboy, keep it in your pants til we get home."
You begin to actually change while he just stares and scoffs in disbelief. Oh you'll get it when you get home.
Pairing: Bob Floyd x F! Reader, Billy “Fritz” Avalone x F!Reader, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x F!Reader
A/N: it’s a poly relationship, yall! This is honestly super indulgent bc now 3 men I’ve been obsessed with have been in the same movie so…yeah. Enjoy!
“I’m sorry, what do you mean ‘our girlfriend’?” Hangman stares at his fellow Top Gun pilots in confusion.
Fritz, Bob, and Fanboy all look at each other and then shrug, “We share a girlfriend.” Fanboy says nonchalantly.
“How does that even work? Does that mean you’re dating each other?” Rooster pipes in.
Bob fixes his glasses and speaks up, “Well, no. We’re all dating Y/N at the same time. We all have one girlfriend, but Y/N has three boyfriends. We take turns taking her out or sometimes go on a group.”
It’s Fritz’s turn to speak up, “It was a little weird and awkward at first, but we managed to make it work. Takes a lot of patience and communication-“
“And an open mind,” Bob says and Fanboy nods.
“To be fair, she was mine first and then she started hanging around all of us, got close to Bob and Fritz, and here we are.”
Hangman looks at the three men like they’ve individually grown an additional two heads, “What the fuck…so like…in the bedroom-“
“Don’t.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Nope not talking about that.”
Hangman holds out his arms, “What?! I think it’s a valid thing to question!”
“We’re not talking about our sex lives with you, man. Fuck off.” Fritz passes Hangman and shoulder checks him, Bob and Fanboy following behind him.
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“So Jake found out about us.” Bob says as he, Fritz, and Fanboy sit at the dining table in your home.
You freeze from cooking, “What? How?”
Billy sighs, “He saw you and me together on Tuesday.”
“Then he saw us together on Thursday.” Mickey states.
“And then us the next day,” Bob adds, “He thought you were cheating on us and that we didn’t know so we had to tell him.”
“Shit,” you set the stove to low heat to turn to your boyfriends, “Should-Should we end it?”
“No!” The three of them stood with a shout in unison.
You look at them slightly startled, “I’m sorry! It’s just-I know Jake can be an ass and I’m sure he already gave you shit when he found out.”
“Asked about our bedroom activities,” Bob grumbles and you scoff, “Of course he did.”
Mickey walks over to you, “We’re not gonna end it just because Hangman’s gonna be a dick. We love you too much. We can deal with him.”
“Are you sure?” Billy shrugs, “We’ve dealt with him for this long. We can manage.”
You let out a sigh of relief, “That’s-That’s good. The idea of breaking up with one of you sucks, but all three? That’s fucking heartbreaking.”
Bob joins you at your side, “We’re here until you don’t want us anymore.” He kisses your cheek.
“But we’ll fight tooth and nail to ensure we stay together for as long as you want,” Billy nuzzles his face in your neck on the other side of you.
“So we’re good?” Mickey asks, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours.
“Yeah…we’re good,” you peck his lips and sigh, “Alright, boys. Let your girl breathe, I gotta finish cooking this before I burn everything!” You push your boyfriends away and they happily take their places back at your table.
They consider themselves lucky for finding an amazing woman like you. But you think you’re the lucky one, finding three men who love you so unconditionally.
note: i've chosen to only do a few fics for october. solely due to the fact that i'm not prepared to write for thirty days, or even have that many ideas. these are going to be gothic, they will delve into horror, and are darker than what i usually put out. please read with caution!
minors dni. this content is not for you in the slightest. everything here is 18+ only. you will be blocked on sight.
please be wary of any warnings on these fics as they will be tapping into horror + dark themes!
reblogs, comments, and feedback is always welcome!
OCTOBER 4TH: Death Wish | killer!mickey garcia | knife play + deep throating + breath play
summary: mickey garcia, the infamous killer, the hitman who remained in whispers traded at night and legends told over fires. a man who held enough darkness to watch it bleed into his every day life. but when you cross his path - overflowing with sticky sweetness and bashful smiles - he is determined to keep that side of himself secret. until he finds that you delight in the color red staining your clothes just as much as he does.
OCTOBER 11TH: Crimson Lovesong | vampire!clark kent | bloodplay + overstimulation + early 2000s vampire vibes
summary: the affliction was inhumane. everything he wished not to be - a monster, a creature who felt his teeth push against gums as his body begged for more. most days he could pretend, wear the mask of innocence with a smile. meeting you ruined him - turned his hunger into an obsession, created a man you somehow couldn't live without.
OCTOBER 18TH: Waiting For The Night | werewolf!van helsing x witch!f!reader | monsterfucking + outdoor sex + breeding
summary: entangled in the curse bestowed on him decades ago, trapped as a wolf on full moons, he suffers. the church has assisted in closing off that side of himself. but the call of forever drags him to your feet. a witch who finds yourself taken by sharp teeth and a claim.
OCTOBER 25TH: Taste Of Sin | fallen angel!joel miller x f!reader x incubus!old man!logan | double penetration + threesome + spit roasting | a case of you au
summary: hell is empty, heaven is bare, and you are pinned in place by two ancient friends. a deal gone awry leaves you vulnerable to the taste of pleasure on each of their tongues.
OCTOBER 31ST: Blood In The Water | vampire!tommy miller | biting + choking + bondage + gothic romance
summary: in the dark of night you can feel his teeth in your neck. the brim of his hat harsh and persistent against your skull - his eyes a harsh glow in the pitch black of midnight. you knew him once when mankind fought one another and spilled blood with ease and spirits hunted for revenge.
BONUS FICS | to be posted anytime in october
Devil's Resting Place | demon!bruce wayne | oral fixation + orgasm control
