#he's so fucking needy god i hate alex

[neetily]

First time request! Magic pocket pussy with Sam if possible <3 loved loved loved Alex's and Sebastian's versions that I'm requesting Sam! Collecting them all like pokemon.

I don't have any particular details in mind, maybe something desperate, needy, feral on Sam's part but he's too shy and sweet to act upon it? Maybe?

Whatever you'll write, I'm positive I'll love it haha

ough... perfect request to begin with, thank u so much for ur patience in waiting for me to get to it!! magic pocket pussy is one of my favourite tropes to write about, even if it's a bit obscure hehe... u can have so much fun with it !!

hope you enjoy this piece <3 !!

— ✧ warnings: magic pocket pussy, sex toy, dubcon, brief cunnilingus, masturbation (m solo), pussyjob, premature ejaculation — ✧ word count: 2,461 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: i used the word "fap" exactly once in this writing so if u hate it im sorry but i think it's so sexy. that's all :D...

When desperate times call for desperate measures, you often find yourself in the kind of situation that you never thought possible, right? Sam, too, finds himself in the midst of a certain predicament. A particularly vexing position that he's not sure how to resolve in the most effective manner, torn between his heart and his brain. And to be honest, he wouldn't have even been placed in such a messy state of affairs if it wasn't for his previous bout of indecision too, just like now, chewing at his bottom lip as he gently squeezes the soft object between his sweaty palm. Anxiety churns thickly in his chest as he remain idle, choking on thin air as he stares blanky off into space.

Except his mind isn't anywhere near as blank as his face lets on, thoughts racing, one after another— should he? He really shouldn't... He's not dumb, he knows what the right answer is, it's just that he might be stupid enough not to take it is all.

On one hand, the toy between his fingers is the closest he can get to you at the moment, lest he somehow grows enough courage to confess his true feelings in the hopes of getting a single sweet taste of the real deal; but that hasn't happened this far. And he doubts it'll pass him by soon. And on the other hand, fuck, he knows that what his heart—and his rock hard cock—wants more than anything right now is wrong. God, it'd be so fucking wrong, wouldn't it? Just terrible of him to follow through with his wishes, all because he's too chicken to ask you out on a date.

... And yet.

He's not proud of himself, giving in to his more baser emotions as the magic pocket pussy stares back at him, even just catching sight of the soft pink toy causes his cock to twitch against his pants, a prompt hiss escaping him at the rough contact between his leaking tip and underwear. You need to know that he's sorry, that he's no better than those he means to beat when it comes to obtaining your affections— he's just better at hiding his misdeeds. Right, yeah. That's all. It should be okay if he just... Doesn't let you know, right? He's just curious is all, and you're so kind hearted that you'd probably understand his inability to withhold himself when it comes to you, even just the mere imitation of you, right? After all, he's just a man at the end of the day.

A needy, desperate, cheek chewing, anxious leg bouncing man, allowing his thumb to smooth over the outer lips of the faux toy with seedy intent. And his reaction is almost immediate, spare the way his mind lags behind out of nervousness.

Oh, you're so soft. Bringing the toy up to meet his gaze, throat drying up the instant he takes a proper good look at all the folds and creases, gulping down the sight of the perfect little hole that's just begging for his touch. A shudder runs through him as he continues to stroke just the outer lips of the toy, doing a better job of edging himself as opposed to teasing you. Not that he can know just how much he might be teasing you right now, given that you're likely alone in bed at the old farmhouse as he plays with himself in his childhood bedroom. But nonetheless, the way his cock twitches and leaks for attention—your attention—is enough for him to know that he's the loser in this instance. Pathetic right down to the way his fingers tremble against the toy, how his tongue starts to poke out from between his wobbly lips, dying to prove himself to you from the shadow. God, he's had a crush on you for fucking ever, it's embarrassing how he's this whipped for a fucking fleshlight of you.

No matter, honestly. It's not like you're around to bear witness to just how much he needs you, how tight and taut his balls are at the mere thought of pleasuring you. To see how deplorable he truly is deep down inside, enough to yearn for your tight hole regardless of your presence. It's sickening, makes his tummy flip with butterflies when he takes a greedy inhale of the toy slit, huffing eagerly to see if it even owns your smell and— "Fuck—" so good, smell so fucking good just like he'd imagined, snapping the last straw of restraint his rational mind was desperately clinging on to in favour of letting his tongue loll out to lick a fat stripe up and down your cute little cunt; and he's instantly done for.

Knew he would be, truthfully. So down bad for you it borders on obsession, the twinge of guilt pittering against his heart is easily overtaken by the hard throb of his cock, though. Convincing him to continue, to give in to his instincts more so as to make you feel just how much he loves you, even if you've got no idea that it's him behind that strange late night feeling between your legs.

Because the toy is linked to you, of course. Based off your form, an apparently perfect replica of your most private parts— or so the wizard in that creepy old tower had promised him. And he's inclined to believe that old man just due to how fucking cute the faux cunt is, can imagine it suiting you so perfectly, poking his tongue between the faux folds experimentally, just to see if he can gain any sort of reaction out of you.

In the meantime of wetting your pretty pussy up for him, he wrestles with his jeans and tugs them off with his boxers soon following suit. Leaving his bottom half completely bare, tight fist automatically squeezing at the base of his throbbing cock in an effort to relieve some of the built up pressure just looking at your cunt has built within him, but it barely does the job. Prompting a low whine to escape his dry throat, murmured right against your hole as he sticks his tongue into it, exploring your squishy insides with an unintentionally eye roll— "Fuuuuh—" he babbles, unable to properly enunciate his curses due to fucking his tongue in and out of you out of sheer need. An undeniable requirement to tongue fuck out as much of your cunt juices as possible; that'll mean that the wizard wasn't lying, surely.

And oh, he can just imagine the look on your face so well right now. Cute furrowed brows, maybe your lips are parted just that small amount in both confusion and enjoyment, right? He wonders if you'd be searching between your legs just as frantically as he sucks and licks all over your cunt, slurping at your hole once or twice more before coming to the conclusion that shit, the old man was telling the truth.

A string of saliva and slick mixed together connects him to your cunt, another gush of it dripping from your hole from assumed contractions as he drops the pocket pussy to his waist, hovering it just behind his cock while his arm works automatically. Dumb eyed stare, moving off of instincts alone, giving in to his innermost desires when it comes to you with a quick snap of his wrist up and down his erection, his mouth hanging open to freely pant and moan into the night air because it feels so fucking good to finally have a taste of you. An albeit small one, but he's not about to complain when he can still taste you on his lips, licking himself clean as he instead focuses on the slick up and down of his hand on pulsing cock, simply admiring the view of your cunt from afar. It somehow feels better than ever before, now that he knows that he really shouldn't be doing this to you right now, but he's not some kind of monster, you should at least know that.

He won't stick his dick in you, not yet. Far too shy to, really. Even if there's no one around to witness his perversion. He still likes you, wants more than anything to make you feel good, and he's sure that the feeling of some phantom dick ruining your inside might scare you for good. But— his cock still throbs and his balls still ache for release, all the pumping away at his length is doing very little to offer him resolution.

There are things yet that he can do with the toy that will satisfy both you and himself. Things that won't scare you too badly, and that won't push his limits too far. He might need you more than words can say at the moment, but he figures he can work up to it eventually. Need to encourage himself first.

For now, he settles with angling his cock towards the toy cunt hole, mouth watering from the heat he can feel radiating from it. Such a slippery slope he's found himself in, gliding his cock head against your slit, letting his precum dribble out all over your folds, coating his knuckles sticky too from the copious amounts of it as it trickles down. Ah, if only you were here to see the things you do to him, maybe then you'd understand why he's unable to restrain himself right now. Shuffling to lay down on his bed in a more comfortable position, pocket pussy held stationary for him to simulate the act of sex more accurately, lifting and dropping his hips against the outside of the toy with plenty of hushed curses falling from his bitten lips. It's late at night, and he's huddled amongst his bedsheets, cock completely out, rubbing one out against what he knows is your cunt, hoping that you can feel every drip and drop of precum the warm heat of your folds fuck out of him as he slips and slides against you, letting his head fall back against the pillow behind him in utter bliss, no residual regret left in his body because your cunt—the simulated version of it—feels almost too good to be true.

"I can't—" He breathlessly laughs to himself, cutting off into a gasped moan, rushing air in through his teeth for him to tut at when a slick gush coats his cock all tacky and shiny in return, as if you can hear how utterly done for he is, tone whiny and high pitched all for you. Good girl, you must be enjoying his touch too, right? Every coating of your slick up and down his humping cock is like a promise, a way for you to communicate: it's okay, keep going. He can't be doing anything too bad if your body is enjoying his rocking so much, right? Pressing his tip against your clit, fucking his full fat length against your pretty slit. Pretty little angel cunt, taking his cock so well— "Can't fuckin' stop, 'm sorry—" But he's not. Not really, he'd never apologise for getting you so wet, bucking his hips faster against the toy cunt with every stroke, choked moans just barely escaping him as his eyes squeeze shut in pure pleasure, because you feel so good. Too good it's almost unfair, assaulting you from afar, a mix of lewd thoughts swirling in his otherwise absent mind.

Your pretty face, all contorted. Enjoyment? Horror? What must you be feeling right now? Are you getting off too? Flicking that cute little clit he keeps rubbing precum against, stretching your cunt wide open with sticky fingers as if asking for more? Fuck, he wants so badly to give it to you, to ram his dick so deep in that little hole, stretch your squishy walls into his cock shape, but even now he knows that to be a terrible idea. In spite of how fucking feral he feels right now, frantically humping the air, pressing his cock harsher against your slit in an effort to claim presence. Look, he begs with each stroke. It's me that's making you feel so good.

And he can imagine how messy your bed must be too, sheets thrown off your sweating body in favour of inspecting your cunt, hair all bunched up with the throw back of your head, tossing and turning and squealing every time his balls rock against the toy, fully humped up your slit, only to eagerly drop back down again, over and over again to leave a cute little mess on your sheets. A mess of his own making, dribbling down to you ass to stain you sticky; yeah, that's it. He can see the scene so perfectly, so intricately, right down to the way your hole must be clenching around nothing, seeking his tip to catch and fuck you so full of nice thick cock but he can't. He simply can't stop rutting against your slit for long enough to slide inside, fapping himself silly, mind muddled and eyes glazed over as he really leans into the wet squelch of his every fuck up and down and—

Oh, he didn't realise that he was so close to the edge. Moving the pocket pussy up and down just a little, enough to offer him a minor amount of extra stimulation to the red hot tip of his cock, to spread his precum all over your cunt, but it proves to be too much for his fragile mind. Completely pussy whipped from the imitation, cumming before he even realises what's happening, his body folding in on itself as he squishes the toy against his cum coated tip, making sure to mark every rope of load somewhere against your slit. He can't really see though. Eyes squeezed shut, the grip he has of the toy tightening rhythmically, like a stress ball, while he cakes your slit in sticky seed. He feels winded, honestly.

But still he whispers you name when he feels like he can breathe again, a couple more spurts of cum milked from his cock as he runs the slick mixture up and down his length, wincing at the way it all seems to collect at his balls, all wet and icky as the weight of his actions soon come knocking again. A twist in his tummy, tension in his chest as he ogles the painted white toy.

Well, he can remedy it by making you cum too, right? Already lifting the prettily ruined cunt to his lips, tongue already poking out in preparation to eat you out all night.

It's okay, he'll bring you coffee tomorrow morning to make up for selfishly stealing your bed time.

[thisfanisgonesorry]

when you sleep — alex keller

kinktober day 5: somno (dont ask abt day 4)

the desperation from being apart for so long

tags: smut, somno / sleepy sex, dubcon (w/ explicit consent), breeding, light cumeating, light cunnilingus, thigh fucking

💤

He walked into the apartment with an annoyed groan, dropping his bag with a loud thud and kicking his boots off. His body was tense and his eyebrows were furrowed, it took everything in him to keep his agitated mumbles to himself.

Getting home was delayed by a week which already had him on edge, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home, but then instead of getting home at a tame 6 p.m like intended, it was 3 in the morning and the one face he wanted to see would’ve already been fast asleep.

He stood above the bed, shucking off his uniform, his eyes stayed glued to the calm, sleeping figure of his lover as he threw the damned uniform to a corner of the room to be cleaned up after he’d got some rest.

He unzipped his pants and tugged them to his thighs before a curt ‘fuck’ hissed from between his lips. He kicked them to the side, the ball of his palm rubbing over his growing erection. 

“Baby?” He cooed sweetly, crawling into bed behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Baby, wake up.” He pleaded with a kiss on the shoulder as his hardened bulge pressed into the soft curve of my backside.

“Mhm?”

“Angel, I’m home.” He sighed to himself, feeling the relief of some of the tension. I mumbled his name and attempted to roll over to face him but he kept me firm in place. “No, stay there.” He whispered.

He grinded his hips against me softly for a moment, there was no set rhythm and was based entirely on instinct and desperation alone. His hands fiddled with the hem of my shirt, resting on the soft skin of my stomach as he kissed my neck and shoulder, earning quiet, content hums in response.

His hands dug into the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down gently. “You okay?” He asked shortly, earning a nod and an affirmative hum. “Just let me—“ He pulled his own underwear down and slid his wet, leaky dick between my thighs.

“S’okay.” My hands found his and played with them as I slowly began to wake up, still drowsed by sleep.

“Missed you so goddamn much.” He pleaded mindlessly. “Hated fucking my fist. I’m so fucking pent up, angel.”

His hips started thrusting, dragging his dick against my thighs. “Ah, fuck, so soft.” He choked out, his grip on my waist tightening as he sped up the pace, methodically moving his hips to his own release.

He was overly sensitive from neglecting his own needs while away from home. It had been too long away, slight gasps, pants and whines leaving his throat at the movements. Too long since he felt the soft skin of my body — too long that he’d been able to touch me like this. He was writhing at the soft plush of my thighs wrapping around his needy dick.

“Sorry, not usually like this.” He gritted out, embarrassed by his desperation. “Gonna cum all over your thighs, baby.” He confessed with a scrunched up face, his forehead resting against my shoulder.  “Jus’ go back to sleep, baby, I’ll finish up.”

“Y’can fuck me.” I murmured into the pillow. 

He let out a soft exhale. “Yeah? I feel your pussy leakin’ all over my cock.” His breathing was ragged and harsh as he tried to keep his movements steady. “I’ll fuck you proper, promise. I’ll make it good f’you.” 

I let out a soft sigh and moved against him, the tip of his dick brushing against my bundle of nerves, the slickness coating his achingly hard erection. “Alex.” I breathed as a warning. “Jus’ fuck me.” My voice was doused in sleep, I leant back into him before lazily rolling on my back and tugging at him. 

“Angel, I don’t..” He took a sharp inhale before pressing a soft kiss onto my lips, his fingers trailing my jaw. “God, I love you.” He whispered, his original defiance melting away as he climbed on top of me.

He pressed a dozen or so kisses onto my face as he lined himself up. He rubbed the squishy head between the folds, groaning inwardly and enjoying the view despite the dim room. The only light was that from the ensuite, revealing just enough. His tip was a dark red, almost purple, from how much he needed this.

His hands were preoccupied, one languidly stroking himself while he felt the slickness coat his dick, and the other taking a handful of the loose sheet. “You fuck yourself while ‘ve been gone?” He asked, his voice was tender and soft; filled with adoration for the baby he’s missed so much.

“Mhm.” I spoke sleepily, gradually waking up despite my exhaustion, my eyes glued to watching him rub himself against me. “Only fingers. Wanted y’to come back wit’ me all tight.”

“Awh, honey.” He crooned despite the raggedness behind his voice. The tip caught against the hole and his eyes fluttered briefly before pushing in. “You’re so tight, angel, fuck — that’s a good girl.”

“Like that.” I whined out. “Love feeling you after you’ve been gone.” 

His response was quick, sharp and breathless. “Me too.” He panted, burying himself to the hilt slowly, letting both of us feel the stretch to its full extent, basking in it like morning sun. “Even after these months, you take me perfectly, sweet girl.” His voice choked out.

He reached hilt, his tip nudging against my back wall and his balls flush against my ass. He holds the position for a moment, causing a whine to drag out of my throat. “Al, baby, c’mon.” I pleaded gently, trying to shuffle against him.

“Stop, please.” He pleaded, his voice dropping to an octave that I’d never heard from him before — his muscles tensed, some of them trembling from the pressure. “I’m gonna cum, give me a moment.” He confesses with a string of whimpers, too enveloped by the feeling to bite them back.

I huffed in amusement, resting my eyes and sinking down into the pillows. “That needy?”

“Basically been edging myself for the last few weeks.” He joked dryly with a shaking voice. “Hated my hand so fuckin’ much, wasn’t enough, couldn’t..” He paused, trying to ration his breathing as I clenched around him, not entirely intentionally, he hunched over slightly as my body pleaded for movement. “Took too long to cum, so I’d give up.. Couldn’t fuckin’ do it, needed it to be you.”

His words were filthy, though they sounded like a love confession and in his own way, it was. He leaned closer to my face, pressing enough kisses to ease the pressure. 

“Let me take you.” He whispered. “Please, I’ll fuckin’ worship you after, but I’m so fucking— I need you, please, I need to cum.” He begged, he actually begged. This was a man that’d taken more lives than he can count, sent all over the world to kill — but here he was, begging after months of sexual frustration.

“Y’so pretty when you beg.” I teased and his hands twitched, his hands digging into my hips, crescent moon-shapes onto the flesh as he restrained himself. A whispered ‘please’ escaped his lips like a cherry on top, and I basked in the dominance for a moment. “What do you want?” 

“Want you under me. Been wanting your pretty li’l ass in the air, been picturing your pretty legs spread for me, showin’ me that pretty fuckin’ pussy, just..” He trailed off with a choked groan, the way his voice shook was clear enough to tell you that he couldn’t even think straight. “God, puttin’ y’self on display for me to just take.”

I shuffled under his tight grip, his fingers brushing my sides as he held himself with soldier-like restraint. I placed my hands over his, biting back all the snarky comments I had to make about his pleads. “So take it.”

His mind went blank and it was like he was seeing stars, he slid himself out and was careful, incredibly gentle, as he flipped me over. I laid on my stomach briefly and he ran his hands up and down my back, feeling the fabric of the shirt, before I pushed myself up onto my knees. I pressed myself against his hips, earning a twitch from his erection as it leant against the curve of my ass.

His hands landed on the soft skin of my backside, moving me forward before his dominant hand drifted downwards, his index and thumb spreading the folds so he could get a good look, watching the way the separation caused strings of slick between them, coating the tips of his fingers.

“Love you.” He babbled as a ‘thank you’ at the view, his other hand continued to push my position into place, trying to find a way that was more comfortable on my joints so he could just bury himself into me and never leave. My face was pressed comfortably into my pillow and I whined out for him.

He pressed himself slowly to the hilt with a soft groan. “That’s my girl.” He praised, leaning over me and pressing a kiss onto my shoulder and down my back, his fingers brushing through my hair. “Y’feel so much better than I remember.”

His words went straight to my core, the warm tingle making me clench and squeeze around him. His fingers began to dig into my scalp, holding it out of the way so he got a pleasant view of my neck and shoulders. He was mesmerised by the way my shoulders moved as I breathed and the way my throat moved as I moaned and swallowed thickly, my cheek pressing into the soft fabric and my mouth making an ‘O’ shape to keep my breathing steady at the sharp tension.

“You’re so lovely, angel.” He praised, beginning his gradual thrusts, slow enough to reminisce on what he’s missed. “So sweet to me, y’re lettin’ me have you like this.. Could’ve jus’ let me fuck your thighs, gone to sleep.” He sighed contently, not at all upset at the previous concept, he would’ve been just fine with it. His words were that of a love drunk lunatic, rambling every earnest word he could come up with. “I could’ve jus’ cuddled up to you ‘n’fucked you proper tomorrow but god, just..”

“Love you too much.” I mumbled into the pillow, feeling him fuck me further into the soft fabric. His hands on my hips dragged me to meet his movements, a sweet need to keep me comfortable while he literally took what he wanted.

His breath was still raggedy as he tried to make this as pleasant for both parties, though it was well known this wouldn’t be how sex usually was considering how he needed to let out his pent up frustrations. “Such a good girl, y’know I’ve wanted you for so long.” He praised, feeling incredibly grateful that he wouldn’t have to wait any longer. “My memory never does you justice.”

I muffled my sounds through the pillow as he moved us in tandem. I wiggled my hips at him and he hissed, his fingers dug into the plump flesh of my ass. “Take what’s yours, Alex.” I murmured into the pillow, my head bobbing at his thrusts.

“Always.” He whispered, his hands drifting. He enjoyed the fistful of ass, though his other hand continued to run up and down my spine, his hands dragging under the fabric of my tank shirt, his fingers brushing my hair to the side to display my shoulders to him. He continued to hunch himself over, pressing kisses onto parts of my back, feeling the muscles tense.

His hands wrapped around my hair once again, a makeshift ponytail as he displayed my neck to him fully. A kiss on the back of my neck, his teeth grazing slightly. His hands and lips tingling with the need to remember every inch of the body displayed in front of him.

“Your hair is so soft.” He praised, littering kisses on my neck and shoulder, trying to find any sense of closeness to cure the loneliness that seeped his bones while away. “And your skin is so sweet.”

He was winding me up, reaching places that haven’t been touched since his departure, the spongy flesh stretching to swallow him whole as he filled the space perfectly, and even after months, his muscle memory pushed him into just the right places.

Lewd sounds fell from my lips, a sharp gasp as he nuzzled against the spot of heaven. My eyes fell closed, threatening to roll back into my skull, his fingernails massaging my scalp, threatening to pull my hair back and bend my neck to unmuffle the sounds into the pillow. I whined out for him, and he conceded.

He pulled away from my neck, his body completely upright as he stopped moving my hips to meet his hips, instead pulling himself back and forth more suitably, holding my hips firmly in place so I couldn’t fuck myself back on him if I tried, or at least without a notable amount of effort. “Could take a bite out of that ass.” He grunted, slowing his movements to stop himself from cumming, though it earned him a dejected sigh, uncontent.

“I was close.” I tried to squirm, though his trained restraint held me firmly. He hushed me quietly as he moved slowly, depressingly so — enough to keep me sated while fighting off his own orgasm.

 “Touch yourself for me.” He whispered, crooning sweetly. “Help me, let me use you.”

My legs struggled to hold myself up, wanting to buckle and go limp. I twitched around him as I rubbed figure 8’s to make up for the lack of friction from his movements.

“Fuck.” He choked out, a whimper escaping his throat. “You’re making this difficult.” The ball of his palm rested on the bottom of my spine, trying to soothe me. His hips stuttered and he whispered silent pleads.

“‘M sorry, you feel so good, missed your cock.”

“I know, angel. Jus’ don’t wanna be some chump that cums in 2 seconds.” He huffed, puffing his chest out. A short laugh at his own snide comment. “I wanna take my time on you.” His words were enchantingly sweet despite his outward demeanour, his actions of brute exploitation.

“Mhm, I don’t care.” I reassured, knowing how pent up he was — how angry his cock must look, all red and swollen from being neglected. He pushed into my walls like he had a frustrating desperation, thick and achingly hard.

“Baby.” He chuckled. “Might be usin’ you, but ‘m not selfish. Gonna make sure you cum on my cock, yeah? ‘M not selfish.” His words lingered, he echoed to convince himself that he wouldn’t get carried away, ‘I’m not selfish’ he tried to convince himself. Despite how appealing his thoughts were, he took a shaky inhale, pushing them away.

My hips moved on their own accord, continuing his thrusts slowly after a moment of stillness, he had me bouncing at his movements with the weak slapping sounds of our hips connecting, clawing ah-ah-ah’s leaving my throat in time to his thrusts. He buried himself deeply into my guts, he had no shame in hiding his noises, he was desperate and he wanted me to know how badly he wanted it.

He let out a continuous string of grunts, groans and whines. “Keep playin’ with your cute pussy, doll. Get yourself there for me, get yourself off.” I nodded in time with him, moving my hands in a mix between frantic, wild need and precise movements. I clamped down on him, and he grunted, a choked cry as his composure almost turned to dust right then and there.

He breathed heavily, watching me squirm with want. “Wanna cum on your cock so bad.” I babbled, a distant whine murmured into the saliva-stained pillow. “So damn close.” I was barely audible, incoherent mumbles and cries

His slow movements picked up speed, his hand running through my hair, a makeshift ponytail in his tight fingers as he fought the urge to crane my neck again. “Make some noise, let me know how much you’ve missed me.” He whispered lowly. “Missed your pretty fuckin’noises, your pretty pussy, your pretty damn face.” He pressed a chaste kiss on my shoulder, then the side of my face. 

His fingers trailing through the ponytail, messily brushing knots from sleep out of it, before tugging on it slightly, just enough to move my mouth from the pillow. He tried his hand at small acts of devotion, his body shaking and trembling as he tried to restrain the greedy thrusts his body ached for.

“Wanna pull your neck so far back that it hurts.” He grumbled under his breath, before clearing his throat. “God, I love you, my pretty angel.” He crooned sweetly, covering up his previous devious thoughts, hoping my lust-haze blurred his words.

I sighed, fighting his grip to muffle myself into the pillow. “I’m close.” Whiney, high-pitched moans getting censored by the fabric I threatened to stuff into my mouth, sinking my teeth into it.

He nodded with each thrust, bouncing his head like he had no thoughts, watching me close my eyes in bliss, his grip on my hair loosened, just tight enough to keep the hair off my neck, letting the cool air brush against the skin to ease the sweat droplets forming all over my body. His thrusts began to lean more into my body, a white-knuckle grip on my waist, his fingers ghosting under the hem of the shirt. Sharp inhales and panting grunts from under his breath as he focused on whatever he could do to chase his orgasm off any longer.

“You’re right there.” He pleaded, trying to encourage the climax. “What’d’ya want me to do? Angel? What can get you there closer? What’ll make you— ah—” He hissed at the sudden tightness. “So fuckin’ tight, oh my god.” A choked gasp, and he scrunched his eyes tightly, then an airy laugh. “Squeezin’ the life outta me.” 

Incoherencies fell from my mouth like stones, they were heavy yet quiet. I felt my stomach tense up under his fingers, my legs feeling like they’d collapse under my own weight and feeling my body clamp down on him like a vice, trying to keep him firmly in place. Then it washed over me, a high pitched whine. “Alex—!” 

A low guttural groan as he twitched, his hips stuttering with desperation, moving more feverishly. “Oh fuuck, thank you.” He grunted, huffing for air. He felt the intermittent spasming cunt around him, a weak attempt of my body to milk him dry.

Both our bodies were slick and sticky with sweat, and he basked in my pleasure. “Don’t stop.” I almost sobbed; and he nodded with an open mouth grin, lazily smiling down.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He felt the spasm die down into twitching of overstimulus, and the way the warmth hugged him was too much for him — feeling the squelch of the wetness around him as he drove his hips to his finish. His hips pushed as deep as they could, brushing against my cervix, and his own member twitched before he came with a loud, pornographic moan.

“That’s m’pretty li’l angel.” He slurred, his voice gruff as he came hard, flooding my insides with his seed. “Missed you so fu-ucking much.” And his body went limp, laying himself down against me, idly grinding his hips into mine. He was still painfully hard, sagging only slightly, and he nuzzled into the sweat-musk of my neck.

My hands fell from my sensitive clit, and I went limp from under his heavy body, letting his body weight sink onto me, I tried to ration my breathing, catching my breath as he still panted desperately.

“Gotta keep m’cum in you.” He grumbled, his nose brushing against the damp curve of my neck. He kept grinding into place, a low groan as he felt his arousal not falter in the slightest. I hummed, and he laughed, still feeling the way the oversensitivity felt around him. He pulled himself out, giving himself a few messy, languid strokes as a substitute for the sudden lack of inviting warmth.

His lips trailed down my spine, his fingers dragging the tank top up to worship the skin of my back, the blank canvas he could just paint. He lightly sunk his teeth into my backside, small indents on my ass, met with a light slap when he pulled away. 

He admired the scene in front of him, taking in the dazed, fucked out look on my face, my eyes struggling to stay awake. The way my body slumped into the mattress, all limp, my arms spread out over the pillow like I could just fall asleep right there. He laughed again, almost ignoring the need that consumed him.

“Mhm?” He beckoned, pressing kisses onto my face. “Sleepy girl, you here?” He huffed in amusement. “Did I fuck my pretty girl until she passed out?”

I grumbled under my breath a faint ‘nuh-uh’ — “‘M here.” I sighed, my voice gravelly from exhaustion. “Still here..”

“Let me clean you up.” He spoke sweetly, the palm on my lower back directly aiding the movement to flip me casually and easily onto my spine without moving me too much, to let me rest and to let the ache settle.

He moved his face lower down my body, faint and gentle, ghost-like kisses down my body until he pressed his nose against my clit, a deep inhale of the messy hole he’d ruined. He licked a strip between the wet folds, collecting the juices on his tongue with a short groan. 

“I’ll be doin’ this for hours tomorrow.” He mumbled to himself, completely aware of my languid state. He could stay down there for hours currently, but the way my hips twitched, threatening to pull away from him was all he needed to know better, too much of a good thing and all of that.

His hands stayed on my thighs, and he hushed me quietly. He was too tired to move, too horny to stop, and too loving to leave his sweetness all alone and unclean. Curt kisses place on my thighs as he stretched the muscles outwards, his hands wiping any sweat from behind the knees, and he crawled his way back up my body, angling me onto my side with a greedy kiss on the lips. 

“Mhm, I taste you.” I commented, tasting the mixture of our cum on his lips.

“Tastes sweet, ain’t it? Like heaven.”

He snuggled up behind me like he did originally, his arms wrapped tightly around my stomach and pulling me close against him. I didn’t fight him, sleepily going with the way he moved me around, and he smiled into the crevice of my neck.

I could feel that he was still hard, pressed against my lower back, and he knew I could feel it, a tender kiss on my neck as an apology for it. “God, still fuckin’ hard.” He chuckled dryly. “Might jus’ keep fuckin’ y’thighs ‘till morn’..” He slurred, testing the waters and earning an affirmative hum in response. “You’d be okay wit’ that?”

“Mhm, ‘course.”

“Yeah?” He huffed. “Jus’ go to sleep, angel.” He reassured softly, quiet mumbles under his breath, his fingers running up and down my stomach carefully. “So perfect..”

He took a sharp inhale, a shaky exhale and moved my legs apart slightly, sliding his soaked cock between my thighs, using it as warmth for a moment, so he was already there when he decided his desperation was too much, that the lust made his body ache and his brain fog — he’d tolerate it until he can’t anymore.

“Sleep, pretty angel. Got all’ve tomorrow yet.”

[aubvrns]

more alex headcanons, please?

“Special To You”

| SVU & Headcanons

Sypnosis — How would Alexandra Cabot be jealous, moreover, when she’s drunk.

Note — Fluff, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Cussing // MDNI

(Female reader centered, no pronouns used)

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• — She is one jealous blonde. Alex would never admit it, but the proprietorial glint in her blue eyes says otherwise.

• — She understands the essential of your most kind self to be a people person, but you were just to friendly it made you oblivious.

• — Everytime you talk to someone else, you have this habit of giving them a slight touch on the shoulder. Alex would stay silent and observe with sulk, knowing that she wanted you to touch her and her only.

• — Alex has a mannerism of biting her lip in annoyance, rolling her eyes in frustration. She would scroll endlessly to nowhere on her phone and silently wishing the man would stop talking to you about his favorite liqour, only because you asked.

• — From the table with Olivia and Elliot, she sneered under her breath, unable to look away from you and your desirable dress. You looked beautiful, and Alex had six shots of tequila.

• — When she gets fed up, she would walk over to you to stand beside yourself as she intertwines your hands together. Alex would put her chin on your shoulder, being overly clingy in public as you falter the conversation when you realize she’s needy and jealous.

• — Only, Alexandra Cabot is never the type of woman to be needy or even show affection outside especially at a party, when she herself doesn’t know if she’s drunk or not.

• — At first, you try to ignore the way she traces circles on your thigh, feeling her breathe against your neck. You assume she was sleepy, and the man assumed she was your friend.

• — “Can I have your number? And your friend’s as well if she wants, I have a bro who’s into blondes.” He laughs, only to see the shiny ring on your finger matching Alex’s.

• — When she heard the guy, Alex starts pressing the lips against your neck. You excuse yourself to drag her out of the party. You grunt when she starts hugging you, her words slurring as she rambles about how she undeniably hates the bartender.

“God, I should’ve smacked that fucking smirk off his face.“

“Alexandra, you’re drunk.”

“And you look so pretty right now.”

“You’re drunk. Let’s go home.”

“No, I’m not. I’m fine, baby.”

“Why on earth are you pining me against the bathroom wall, then?”

• — Alex would laugh to herself, continuing to press kisses all over your face. You feel a wave of bliss when she plants marks all over your neck, only to realize she is drunk. You pull away gently, and she rolls her eyes playfully.

• — When you reach home, you take care of her. Changing her attire, brushing her teeth, and giving her aspirin. With her hands wrapped around you, she hugs you tight in her sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be absolute hell.

• — In the morning, Alex laid beside you, counting the love marks on your neck before smiling to herself sheepishly.

“I was that drunk, huh?”

“You tell me.”

“Why am I wearing hello kitty pyjamas?”

“Go back to sleep.”

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

oh so like. Tim fucking Alex in front of a mirror and tells him how beautiful he looks like this and dont you agree Alex? and every time Alex looks away he stops thrusting. And Alex will try and fuck himself down on Tim's cock only for Tim to grab his hips and force him to stay still until he verbally agrees with him? Until he looks in the mirror and sees himself being pleasured and says Yes I look beautiful like this. Im beautiful, Im wonderful, Im good, until Tim finally lets him cum?

yes yes you get it. Alex hates this game (loves it) and Tim knows it. He always gets so shy and flushed when Tim compliments him, and Tim just thinks the world of him, so how is it right that Alex doesn't get to see for himself and learn how to agree? He should know how perfect he looks when Tim is telling him how attractive he is. And better yet, he should be saying it too. Tim holding him on the edge for so so painfully long, and Alex is so so needy and desperate, but still not desperate enough to let whatever wall built up in him break, so he's just got tears streaming down his face, begging Tim to just let him finish, he can't say it, just give it a rest, please. And Tim kind of does the opposite, because god, doesn't Alex know how lovely it is when he pushes aside his ego and says please for something. That he's so good for Tim, always so good. That's one of the ones that takes the most to get out of Alex, just because it clashes so much with what he believes about himself. But god, the aftercare for something like that? The amount of sweet, gentle, overwhelming praise and love Alex would receive would be enough to sell him on potentially giving in and admitting Tim is right (lol) sooner next time.

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

it's almost a week. 8.5 days. until you're here. i think internally i'm lowkey in shambles already. maybe i'm trying to distance myself because im scared of how much i'm going to fall for you when you're here so my heart is trying to save itself. but also if you were texting me like you used to, i don't think i'd be so bad. this shift in our texting pattern has really hit me hard. ugh. i hate it. you didnt reply to my question, yet you liked my previous message before that. i'm sure you just forgot, but like.. cmon man. what the f is going on. i'm usually pretty good at sussing out when somethings wrong and i dont think i'm to that point yet that i think something is actually wrong, but i'm getting there. we'll see. we'll see how the texting changes or doesnt change in the next week before you come. i know you're gonna be and probably already are busy getting your stuff sorted, i would be at least lol. and i love that you've been pre-planning what clothes you need to bring and all that, shows how organized you are which i LOVE. i just wish you'd talk to me more. fuck i sound like a needy, clingy biatch. but that's literally what i am when i fall for someone like this. when i have tunnel vision.

its so funny how the other day indy was like, this isn't who you are ever, but with him you are. and it's not. this is not who i am but also, it kind of really is. this is always how i've been with guys who i was SUPER into. not ryan when we dated but afterwards, fuck ya i was. with charlie and liam and alex and sam. i just get so caught up in what could be and i'm worried they dont like me back so i go into crazy spiralling. and this is literally why i need to be with someone who loves me more, even if it's a tiny bit more. but i need to feel secure. i can't feel like i like them more because then this happens. and i know i like brandon more. maybe that'll change during/after our trip, but its just how it is right now. and i'm also terrified it won't change after our trip and you'll go home and have great memories of a great trip, but that'll be it. and i'll be here fucking pining over you. fuck. i don't want that. that makes me feel so suffocated. none of the fam really knew me when i was in those really fucked up heart break times in my life. mind you, i wasn't super heartbroken after alex or sam, or jake especially. but i can go into some dark, piney, bawling on the bathroom floor at 4am places. but tbf i haven't done that since ryan and i really fucking hope i never do it again. god i was in such a bad place then. i know with brandon it won't be that. i promised myself then and now that i would never let someone hurt me like that ever again. so if i don't feel the energy is being returned, i gotta pce.

and that usually has been the hardest step for me, actually letting go. because i never want to. i wear my heart on my sleeve and hope for the best, even though usually deep down i know i'm just going to get hurt, and hurt even more the longer i hold on. but maybe this time will be different. i've gotten really good at letting go. mind you i haven't had to let go of someone i've been madly in love with since 2017. that's when i actually started getting over you. wild that it took me 2-3 YEARS to make that decision. like holy fuck wow. but it wasn't just on me, it wasn't one-sided. but anyways.

this time, whatever and whenever this time happens, it'll be different. i'm not living abroad, traveling back and forth from home, that was enough of an emotional stressor. i have such a good foundation here in yyc. i'm also almost 30 years old. and, i don't put so much weight into relationships anymore. i was always chasing boys. i haven't been chasing boys for years now. brandon is literally the only boy i've chased in the last 3 years, because i sure as hell didnt chase jake. i know brandon isn't going to be the last boy i chase, at least not for a little while, because i'm like 99.999% sure he's not going to be down for some long distance bullshit, i don't even think he's thought about it. but, that's something i'm sure i'll bring up when im wasted and almost tell him i love him.

...of course, i'll be alright. i just had a bad night.

[stevenxblackwell]

The silence – the inability to speak and say something was expected. Steven had no doubt in his mind that Alexander would be quiet throughout the exchange. There was not a damn thing that he could say that would make the last years vanish. Even if he did some soul-searching and said he was sorry for destroying his life – that would not mean a damn thing to him. The damage was done and Alex had taken a lot more than he could even begin to wrap his head around. He had given him hope that he could be happy. He of all people should know how it felt to grow up under the shadow of a tyrant. To want their father to show some modicum of love or sentiment toward his own progeny and get nothing. He knew better than most how it felt like to reach out and do everything well and play the role of the perfect son, waiting for a pat on the head… only to come out with nothing. He gave him hope. That even a guy that had grown in such a fucked up family situation would be able to find something special. Find the love and approval he needed and wanted. He had given Alex that and in return – Alex King did the same thing for him. Giving him hope and making him believe that there was a happily ever after at the end of it all. But there was no happy ending. There was just sorrow and emptiness. All that hope and all those dreams were taken away from him – leaving one person completely hollow. There were no words that Alex could say that would remedy the damage he had done. No amount of groveling or begging for forgiveness would give him back the lost years and bring back all the things that were so rudely taken from him. Alex did not speak – predictable. But he kissed him. There was a moment when Steven froze. The moment when their lips met – it was such a massive backlash that his brain completely disconnected from his body. All his brain was ordering his body to do was to push Alex away and punch him so hard that he would shit his teeth for a week. He had no right to do this. How could he even attempt to kiss him after all the damage he had done? What sort of fucked up individual was this? But that was his brain. His body remembered the feeling. The softness of his lips, the gentle touch of his hands. It remembered the pressure against his body, the hunger that turned their insides in turmoil. It remembered how badly he had craved those kisses back when they were together when all the seconds and minutes and hours that he wasn’t kissing Alexander King felt like complete and utter torture. So Steven kissed back.

A rough, unforgiving, and yet needy and longing kiss. With his brain shut down, Steven was feral. Wanting to hurt Alexander back. To bite onto his bottom lip and make him bleed, inflict some amount of pain that would make things… just a tiny bit better… but also feral in the way that he wanted to show Alex what he was missing. What he missed. It was definitely pride talking as Steven pulled his former lover closer to his body, kissing him with the same intensity as an erupting volcano. Show him how much he hated him and how much he wanted to hurt him and destroy everything he held dear – but also show him what he was missing and wondering why did he let him go. Love and hate surely walked hand in hand and Steven knew that better than anyone. And just as quickly as the kiss had started, Steven pulled himself away – wiping his lips to the back of his hand. That… That… “You had no right to do that, Lex. No fucking right!” The mask was cracked. All those breathing exercises to keep him centered and ready to destroy everything Alexander King had ever held dear vanished for a second. For one second – Steven remembered everything, but EVERYTHING that they had shared together. And he remembered how badly he had missed that. How badly a part of him needed it. Alex had shown him the world and he had taken it all away. Who wouldn’t want to have the world again? “You do that again and I swear to God I will break your fucking face so hard that not even a dental record will be able to identify you. You had NO right!”

As Steven spoke so blatantly about Alexander abandoning him it felt like a knife to the gut though he refused to show his emotions. He would be sure to wait until he was alone back home to truly let what he was feeling explode - thankfully nobody would see what a mess he was bound to turn into. He wanted desperately to call this meeting over, to push past the Blackwell brother and forget he even existed as he marched right back to his place - knowing that would be the one safe place on the entire island for him, but he hated that he’d ran so long ago and swore to himself he wouldn’t do it again. Even if this would absolutely kill him - he needed to show Steven here and now that he wasn’t a runner anymore. He hadn’t wanted to run before either, but he wasn’t about to spill all of that to the other, especially not now - there was a time and place for everything, and perhaps the time would never come to have the talk about what truly happened.

His heart skipped a damn beat when Steven stepped forward, invading his space as he licked his lips, and all Alex could do was try his damn hardest to not show how having him so close was making him feel. As Steven began to talk he could only feel his heart being placed in a vice and being cranked until it was tight and so close to exploding. To hear that Steven actually went to therapy, a man as strong as him, being broken down to where he actually wanted outside help to make himself feel better. He wasn’t sure why Steven was telling him all of this right now, but perhaps he really needed to hear it - to know what what he’d done all those years ago did effect Steven, and from the sounds of things it turned him into an absolute monster. Hearing that he’d actually found someone to help him through the pain, that being the man that Alexander must have heard about through the grapevine, though he kept talking about him in past tense.

Something had happened to turn their relationship sour, and Alexander knew that something was him. He had destroyed Steven, turned him into the man who stood before him now, and it was safe to say that along the way he had destroyed himself as well. He thought about Patrick for a moment, about how happy the other had made him, and yet they were taking a break now that Steven was back on the island. There was just something about Steven and Alexander that would always fuck with the other - they were each others greatest accomplishments, and now they were their worst nightmares. At the mention of the others father he couldn’t help but sigh, showing his first bit of emotion as he looked down towards the ground, if only Steven had known the half of it as far as his father was concerned. There was so much more to the story that Steven didn’t know, but would Alexander ever be able to tell Steven the entire story of his father, both their fathers actually?

As Steven spoke of what great life the two of them could have had Alexander was reminded of all the two of them had went through. Man, they had been put right through the fucking ringer, and yet each and every time they remained at one another side. That was until the wedding date, when both of their worlds turned upside down, and now here they stood both remnants of the men they once used to be. It wasn’t until the Blackwell brother leaned in even closer that Alexander found himself faltering, hoping to god that he could hold his composure at least a LITTLE longer. He could still remember so vividly what those lips felt like against his, and the words that were spoken weren’t even being heard because Alexander could only think of one thing. He couldn’t kiss him though, that’s what Steven had wanted, for Alexander to show his weakness when the other was so close to him. He’d pull back, laugh about what a pathetic chump Alex had been, and would probably walk away with nothing more than regrets. Still, as much as he tried to force himself to remain stoic, to not react, he just couldn’t help himself as if by instinct he leaned forward, bringing their lips together in what would soon seal his fate and death.

[malvidia]

@lacobscur​ replied to your post:                  ❝     i - i’m a good   MASTER  , ...

nods sagely

                 ❝     y - ya' think so,   really   ...   ?   yer' n -- not lyin', right   ?     ❞ the sageness of the nod makes his sceptical. seems the master needs a   full   acknowledgement.

[lavenderjacobs]

fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?) 

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you) 

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?) 

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?) 

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?) 

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.  

F=First date (What was your first date together) 

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second. 

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?) 

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name. 

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?” 

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you. 

L=Love  (Do they show their love?) 

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him. 

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours. 

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.

[lihikainanea]

LEIIII, CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT BILL AND TIGER GOING THE THE MET GALA BILL FuCkINg HeR iN ThE ReStRoOm????????????????

FIRST OF ALL, I have this like, weird interest in fashion over the past two years or so. I've never particularly been into it, but now my instagram is mainly fashion inspo and like, who is this person???? I've never considered myself fashionable, much less interested in fashion and now I swear to god I spend Sunday afternoons ~judging people~ and looking up latest fashion trends and how to wear things and I am just LOVING IT. And since nobody asked, I'm going to go ahead and list you my top fucking fashion ABSOLUTELY DO FUCKING NOT pet peeves:

1) Matching pantsuits. Hello, no. I know the designers that are trying to bring this back, and it's a hard no for me dawg. I am in my almost mid thirties and I ain't trying to look like a fucking old maid, thanks. These will never be fashionable. Just stop.

2) Derby shoes. These literally don't go with anything. I'm not sorry. If you're that committed to huge, clunky, ugly fucking shoes, get clogs. I ain't saying you have to wear heels, not at all. But find yourself some nice oxfords, a nice loafer, hell even some mules--and they will be infinitely nicer than fucking derby shoes.

3) Layering. No, kids. Baum und Pferdgarten, I love you. I do. I have a few of your dresses. But ya'll motherfuckers need to stop with this pajama-esque, mixed and clashing pattern, oversized bullshit looks that you call fashion. There is a way to wear slouchy, and babes, THAT AIN'T IT. YOU LITERALLY LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WARHOL PAINTING THREW UP ON YOU. Mixing patterns is cool, we like that, but Jesus Christ it has to have some consistency.

alright, now onto the actual ask.

All of this to say, I kept a keen eye on the Met Gala this year and I was...perplexed. At best. Horrified, at worst.

So like, tiger right? There's little else in the world that tiger hates as much as Bill's outwardly Hollywood side. The parties. The schmoozing. And I mean, she knows it's part of his life so that's fine, but in fairness--Bill also abhors this side. He loathes it. And he's been to the Met gala once, which notoriously never allows a +1 unless that +1 is famous, but low and behold--by some stroke of luck--Bill's invitation this year allows for it.

"No." tiger says immediately.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!" he exclaims.

"I know what that is," she points to the invitation in his hand, "And no."

It's a hard no. It takes Bill weeks--because like, tiger ain't Hollywood. She doesn't want to do the dress. She doesn't want the mingling with fucking celebrity guests. She doesn't want the paparazzi. She wants none of it. But like, eventually--after so much begging--eventually Bill gets her to agree. His stylist will get a dress for her. Hair and make up is taken care of. Bill promises her that she can just slip in the back, sit at the table, and have cocktails to her heart's galore while he walks the red carpet. She doesn't have to be photographed--and truth be told, tiger's a nobody so people aren't really interested in photographing her anyway. That's fine by her.

The dress worries her, because tiger isn't exactly celebrity material but the stylist is so kind in taking measurements. Bill handles everything--the flights, the make up reservations, the hair appointments. On the day of, he checks them into the Bowery Hotel and then tiger doesn't have to worry about a thing. He shoves a fluffy robe at her, and then there's just a flurry of activity--massages first. Breakfast after. A stint in the steam room--which they absolutely have sex in. Facials. Manicures--for both. A light lunch. And then the bell rings and in come a flurry of a team ready to glamorize them--Bill's favourite groomer, his stylist, tiger's make up artist, her hair stylist. The primping process is the longest tiger has ever been through--but there's wine, there's snacks, her Big Dude is right beside her looking handsome as all hell. And when tiger puts on a dress that is worth more than she makes in a year, when her hair is all done up and her make up is perfect--she begrudgingly admits to him that yes, Beeeeeel, she does feel pretty.

"You look stunning kid," he praises, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. To her slight embarrassment (but secret joy), he hands his phone off to his assistant and asks for a few pictures.

And like, here's the thing right? The Met Gala has a strict policy: no spouses or couples seated together. Seriously, it's a thing. Look it up. And while tiger is mildly freaking out about that, she calms down considerably when she does see a name tag at her table that she recognizes.

Alex. Skarsgård.

Tiger smiles, Bill grimaces.

And that's what starts it, right? Bill is at a table far away but not too far, and right where he can keep her in his line of sights. He knows she wasn't looking forward to this so he wants to keep an eye on her, but then like....why the fuck does she look like she's having so much fun? Alex is cracking the whole table up, being his usual charismatic self. Tiger is laughing, guffawing actually, beyond control--her hand on his, clutching his forearm. Bill barely even makes conversation with his own table, he's staring so intently at the two of them and tiger looking like she's having the best night of her life.

Bill's blood is boiling. It boils even more when he sees tiger make a face at her main plate--her nose wrinkling, her lip curled in disgust--and without missing a beat Alex's fork swoops over, plucks all the green onions from her food, and tiger smiles gratefully at him. Bill slams his napkin down on the table.

"Excuse me," he mutters in response to the curious glances. And then he stalks over, heads right to her table, and he's so silent that she jumps a mile when she hears his voice in her ear from behind her.

"A word, kid?" he says.

"But the food just--"

"Now." he says insistently. He holds a hand out to her, helps her push her chair back and stand. But then he's basically dragging her to a restroom, and poor tiger isn't quite used to heels this high.

"Hang on bud," she pleads, "I'm not that coordinated."

But he doesn't hang on. Instead he reaches back, loops a strong arm around her waist and basically carries her on his side to the bathroom. Tiger's feet don't hit the floor for a good 200 feet. And once inside the bathroom, he locks the door and glares at her.

"If that dress wasn't couture, I'd have you on your fucking knees kid," he threatens. Tiger's eyes get wide.

"What did I do?" she asks innocently. Bill just glares.

"Having a good time, are you? Having the best night ever?" he accuses.

Tiger is starting to get a feeling what this is about, and oh man--she's about to rile her Big Dude up. Dressed to the nines, in a public place, surrounded by riches, and Bill is about to get a bit possessive over her? Tiger is a sucker for it every time.

"Yes," she plays into it, "Alex is being amazing. He's so--"

She doesn't get to finish the sentence, because Bill growls and lunges for her, pinning her back against the cool tile.

"You are mine," he snarls. Tiger just tilts her chin up, bites onto his bottom lip.

"Prove it." she challenges.

The roar Bill lets out is fucking feral. Tiger doesn't even have time to react before her dress is pulled up, he yanks his belt undone, and he's slamming into her. She moans, and he grabs her face in his hand.

"Don't come," he snarls, "Don't you dare come."

And like the good girl she is for him--she doesn't. She grits her teeth, tries to stave it off even as he slams deep into her, growls as his release fills her up, bites her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpers, her knees wobbly, and tries to reach for a tissue.

"No," he grabs her hand.

"But it's messy," she pleads. But another glare is enough to silence her, and he swiftly pulls her panties up, smoothes her dress back down.

"You're going to sit there, full of my come for the rest of the night," he tells her, "And I want you to think of that, I want you to feel it, every time you look at him."

"Bill--" she whimpers. He silences her with a rough kiss.

"Go on," he said, "Back to your seat."

On shaky legs, she turns and tries to walk out as nonchalant as possible. He waits a few minutes before exiting, going to find his seat and sitting back down. He keeps an eye on her for the rest of the evening, but he doesn't even have to--every time he looks over at her, she's already staring at him--her eyes wide, needy, her knees pressed tightly together.

[karlajoyner]

Can you do a smut piece with Owen where he takes you to Hawaii and you guys meet up with the cast and everything, but then later that night he takes you back to the bedroom to show you some real fun. Ik you get this for a while, can’t wait for your other work love your writing style.

So Needy (Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys I hope you like this one! I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a week I had a lot of shit to do but I have a few imagines done and I'm working on the rest of my requests so I could hopefully open them up again soon. Also Alex and Reggie now have last names and I’m 1000% freaking the fuck out because it was the last thing I was expecting . I’m gonna go back eventually and put them in all my imagines. And yeah....totally didn’t make me go back and watch the show for the 12th time. It’s a problem....it’s fine. Anyways Enjoy! (Sorry for any typos I always fuck up but I’ll go back and fix them later)

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut! (18+)

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I walked into the airport tiredly. Thankful it was at least somewhat empty.

"Owen why'd you book our flights so damn early?" I asked my boyfriend who was walking to my left.

"I didn't book them. Charlie did" He stated my gaze moving to the boy on my right.

"I should have known. No one but a psychopath would book a flight at the ass crack of dawn" I spoke earning a laugh from both boys.

"To be fair I thought you were a morning person y/n/n"

"Oh I am. When it's 8:00 o'clock and past that. I do not enjoy having to wake up at 4:00 o'clock in the morning to get ready. I mean seriously Charles it's still fucking dark out" I pointed out.

"Oh man. Alright I'll take that into consideration"

"Be lucky you didn't have to deal with her when the first alarm rang" Owen said making me glare at him.

"I love you baby. You know that but you just get so grumpy" He spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Did you just compare me to one of the seven dwarves? Fine. Alright. I get a little grumpy. But that's only because I have to be the big spoon too"

"Oh my god man your the little spoon" Charlie laughed as we arrived to security.

"You swore you wouldn't tell anybody" Owen whisper shouted.

"Yeah well that's just me being grumpy. Sorry babe"

"No it's cool. It's cool. Just wait until tonight" He whispered the last part in my ear before letting me go ahead.

"Seriously Charlie a knife? You tried to bring a knife on a plane?!" I asked exasperatedly as we boarded the plane.

"I didn't know they wouldn't let me bring it"

"I think it's a given that they wouldn't let you bring it dude"

"Yeah yeah"

"Well paybacks a bitch huh Charlie?" I joked handing Owen my carry on so he could put it above our seats.

"Haha y/n. I'd like you to remember that your stuck on this flight with me for the next few hours so I'd be a little nicer"

"I just can't wait to tell Jer about this" I said taking my seat next to the window. Owen taking the one to my right.

"Owennn your girlfriends being mean" Charlie complained earning a laugh from the blonde.

"I'm sorry Charlie but I can't do anything. The more she's mean to you the less she's mean to me" Owen said making me giggle.

"He's not wrong" I grinned intertwining our fingers and placing a quick kiss to Owen's cheek.

"That's all I get" He questioned making me playfully roll my eyes before pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Better?" I asked pulling away.

"Much" He smiled widely.

"You guys better not do that the whole plane ride"

"We won't. Gotta save something for tonight man" Owen joked. My elbow instinctively shoving itself into his arm as Charlie began to laugh.

"Ouch"

"Funny how you think your getting some tonight" I muttered.

"Am I not?"

"We'll see" I responded putting in my AirPods as the two boys began to conversate.

"Do you see your bag?" I questioned my boyfriend. We'd been stuck at baggage claim for ages trying to find Owens green suitcase.

"Nope"

"Owen" I groaned.

"There! There it is!" He shouted excitedly.

"Oh yes!" Charlie cheered as the bag reached our area.

"Let's get out of here"

"And just like that I hate airports" I said as we walked past random strangers.

"Y/n!" I heard a familiar voice shout. My eyes quickly spotting the source.

"Tori!" I screamed letting go of my boyfriends hand and running towards the girl who had her arms wide open.

I giggled engulfing her into a tight hug before turning to the rest of the group behind her.

"Kenny!" Owen and Charlie greeted their director.

"It's good to see you guys too" Jeremy spoke up.

"Care!"

"Y/n I'm so glad your here"

"I'm glad to be here. It's always good to see you too Jer" I spoke hugging him after I hugged Carolynn.

"Finally someone who appreciates me" He said making me throw my head back in laughter.

"To the hotel!"

"So what took you guys so long?" Jeremy asked as the 7 of us lounged around the pool.

"Yeah we were at terminal like 40 minutes after your flight landed.

"It's a long story"

"Speaking of stories" I smirked looking at Charlie.

"Don't" He warned pointing a finger at me.

"I didn't say anything" I giggled, back stroking away from the group.

"So me and Care we're thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow you in?" Tori questioned swimming with me.

"One hundred percent" I said glancing at Owen who was laid back on one of the lounge chairs near the pools edge. He looked so good with his swim trunks and his damp hair.

"So then we decided we'd just save it for Saturday before Care left" Toris voice brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"I did not" I muttered.

"And why is that?" She asked teasingly poking my side.

"Because my boyfriend is sitting a few feet away and he looks like that" I internally groaned.

"I say you go get him" She grinned at me.

"Not yet" I mischievously smiled swimming back towards the group.

"It's so cold" I stated getting out the pool and grabbing my beach towel. Wrapping it around me.

"Aww come here" Owen said opening his arms widely.

I simpered making my way over to him and laying down in his embrace.

His arms immediately wrapping themselves around my soaked body. His bare chest coming into contact with my partially covered one.

"You guys are too cute" Tori teased.

"Not cuter than us though right?" Carolynn joked hugging Tori.

"No. Never" She responded making us all laugh.

"I'd like to propose a toast" Kenny spoke holding up his drink.

"To friends"

"To family" Charlie followed.

"To love" Owen said making heart skip a beat as he lifted his drink in the air.

"Cheers" They spoke in unison lifting their drinks to their lips. Owens beautiful green eyes never leaving mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too Owen" I whispered placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Why don't we head back to the hotel for some real fun?" He suggested quietly making sure no one heard.

His hand running up and down my arm soothingly.

"Hmm is that your attempt to get me into bed?"

"Why? Is it working?" He asked making me smirk.

"So we're doing dinner tomorrow night right guys?" I asked sitting up straddling the boy beneath me. Rejoining the conversation our friends were having.

"Yeah. Kenny was telling us about this great place his friend recommended" Jeremy explained as I shifted a bit to get comfortable.

A pair of hands landing on hips.

"Oh really? Tell me more about his place Kenny" I said moving again hearing a small groan escape Owens lips as our thin clothed fronts rubbed against each others.

A wicked smirk forming on my face as we listened in on Kennys description of the place.

"It sounds fantastic. Doesn't it sound fantastic Owen?" I questioned my boyfriend shuffling again.

"Yeah. Yup sounds great. Listen it getting late guys. I think we're gonna head back to the hotel" He voiced sitting up as well.

"It's only 6:30 dude"

"Yeah but we just wanna have time to shower and get dinner. You know together. As a couple"

"Right.....well have fun you two" Kenny said awkwardly as I stood up along with Owen.

"Oh I'm pretty sure they will" Charlie joked causing me to snicker at the boy.

I quickly collected the remaining of my pool things saying my fair well goodbyes to our friends. Or tried.

Owen was clearly in a rush to get to the hotel.

"Don't leave me" Tori said hugging me one more time before we left.

"Sorry to break it to you but she's gotta go" Owen said removing the girls arms from my body and pulling me away.

"Bye!!" I waved to the group who were all cackling at Owens behavior.

"You didn't have to be so pushy" I muttered as we walked into the hotel lobby.

"Pushy? Please you knew what you were doing" He whisper yelled dragging me along the hallways towards the elevator.

"And what was I doing?" I asked stepping in immediately feeling my back pressed against the cold wall.

"You tell me" He whispered inching his face towards mine. I watched as he pushed the button to our floor before looking back at me.

I took initiative crashing our lips together. Feeling his hand land firmly on my waist as the elevator came to a halt signifying we were on our floor.

"Come on" I spoke rather harshly dragging him towards our room.

"Who's being pushy now?"

"Owen I swear to god if you say another word I will lock you outside and make myself cum got it?"

"Yes mam" He said taking my bag while I unlocked the door with my key card.

Immediately upon opening the door I felt the back of my bikini come undone the top falling to the ground.

Turning around I saw the childlike smirk on my boyfriends face as he shut the door behind us. Making sure to lock it.

I smirked back with the same look on my face. Biting my lip in anticipation as Owen moved forward wrapping his arms around my body.

"Your so-" I didn't let him finish as I crashed my lips onto his wanting to feel him closer.

He was quick to respond deepening the kiss as he back me up onto the queen sized bed in the middle of the suite.

"I can't even get a word out geez" He joked pulling away.

"I'm sorry baby what were you gonna say?" I teased as his body hovered over mine. My body prepped up on my elbows to get a better view of his face.

"I was gonna say your so needy"

"I'm the needy one? Really?"

"Well it's obviously not me"

"Care to test that theory?" I suggested watching his face scrunch up in confusion.

I pecked his lips one more time before using all my strength to flip us over so he was on his back. I moved my body over his so I was straddling him now. A grin appearing on my face.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good right now. I just need you to do what I say. Got it?" I whispered watching him nod his head rapidly, clearly intrigued at my proposal.

I leaned down kissing him passionately his hands finding my waist with ease. Slowly grinding down onto him earning a moan from the blonde. I bit his lip as we roughly fought for dominance.

Owen letting me win as soon as I began to palm him through his swim trunks.  I pulled away moving down slowly until I was in front of him on my knees.

"Oh fuck baby. You look so fucking beautiful" He bit his lip taking a hold of my hair.

"No. You can't touch me. That's the only rule" I stated pushing his hand away.

"I can't? Why not?"

"Because I said so. Now are you gonna let me handle your little problem here or not?" I teased him, rubbing my hand against the fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck okay baby. Just- just do something" He pleaded. I smirked knowing I had it in the bag now.

"Take them off" I demanded. Sitting back as he removed his shorts along with his boxers letting his dick spring free.

I took the shaft pumping it a few times. Teasing the tip, even swirling my tongue around it earning a loud groan from Owen himself.

I slowly started pumping his length before placing my mouth on it. Beginning to bob my head up and down, feeling Owen thrust his body upward in attempt to get more of himself inside my mouth. His fist balling up and clenching the bedsheets tightly.

I hummed in response as moans escaped the boys mouth while I sucked him off. Eyeing him closely through my eyelashes seeing his head tilted back and his eyes were screwed shut made me even more excited for what was coming.

"I'm so close y/n" As soon as he said that I pulled away from him with a pop watching as his eyes shot open.

"W-what the hell?" He asked clearly confused.

"I'm just tired. Think it's time for bed no?" I questioned going to pick up my bikini top.

"No- No what the fuck babe" He spoke from behind me.

"Well I just th-" My words were cut off by a yelp as I was tossed back onto the bed.

"We're not done here" He spoke lunging on top of me quickly pressing his lips onto mine.

I sighed contently wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer as we made out.

"Who's the needy one now?" I whispered pulling away earning a scowl from him as he undid the strings of my bikini bottoms.

I shivered as I felt his tip align itself at my entrance. He didn't hesitate to push himself into me immediately filling me up. Something he'd never failed to do before.

I moaned as he began to move at a rather hasty pace. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled him back down making our lips meet once more while the noise of our bodies colliding echoed through the room.

"Faster" I mumbled into his mouth.

A familiar feeling pulling at the pit of my stomach. My orgasm becoming very close as Owen picked up speed. My legs wrapped around him as we struggled to stay in place.

"Owen" I moaned out as I came all over him. His orgasm hitting seconds later.

"Shit" He panted as he pulled out of me. Our liquids spilling out onto the comforter.

"Your calling for new sheets" I stated trying to regain my breath.

"That was so worth it baby" He spoke pecking my lips before getting off of me to go to the bathroom.

I smiled as he walked out with a towel, coming over to clean me up.

"I love Hawaii" He said making me giggle.

"Do you now? I wonder why?" I joked sitting up. Coming face to face with my boyfriend.

"But I love you more"

"Say more things like that and we'll be in bed the whole week" I spoke wrapping my arms around his neck. Giggling as he pushed me back onto the bed once more.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex Mercer x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

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[stayextrafrosty]

I’m Dying for A Taste of You: Chapter 3

Chapter Title: You Can Use All of Me

Summary: Kyle spilled about the attack; Michael and Alex deal with the consequences while still figuring out their own relationship

A/N: More plot in this one but plenty of needy sex. Though it was time for a switch :) A bit angsty at the end but it matters

Kinks explored: Knife and blood play, exhibitionism mentioned, chastity devices mentioned DISCLAIMER: If you're interested in knife play please make sure to discuss safe words and hard limits with your partner ahead of time. This portrayal of knife play is very risky. DO YOUR RESEARCH

Read on AO3 // Masterlist

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A week passed with no word from Alex’s office. Only a text from his boss saying that he should take some time off. Of course this had his mind working on overdrive from anxiety. What were they planning? Had Kyle actually talked about what happened?

Michael had done the best he could with distracting him, but the worry was always front and center. But they hung out almost like a normal couple. Watching Netflix and going out to eat seemed to be personal favorites for Michael.

Their first public appearance together (he hesitated to call it a date), Michael had taken him out for breakfast. His confusion had made Michael laugh.

“I can eat normal food. I just don’t need to,” he had explained.

“Then why did you want to go out to eat?”

“Because I want to make sure you’re taken care of.” He had blushed and could hardly look him in the eye after that. This casual flirting was taking a toll on his ability to think rationally.

But that was a week ago and now he had been trying to fight his instincts to cling to Michael like a lost puppy. Michael had stayed away from him for one day and he had almost gone crazy. He had paced around the house, nothing holding his attention for more than a few minutes.

Michael seemed to keep him at an arm’s length since that day apart. He was sometimes able to pull a chaste kiss from him but that was it. He never caught him looking Alex up and down anymore. There was an occasional innuendo. Nothing like the first two days.

Alex was driving now. This waiting around for something to happen was going to drive him insane. He had to talk to his boss. Figure out what the plan was. He pulled into the buildings parking lot and looked up at the tinted windows. There was no other way for this to go than bad.

He had told Michael that he was going to the gym. If he knew he was lying, he didn’t let on. Just smiled and said that he’d would come with if the sun wasn’t “so damn bright.” Alex could tell that he loved being outside. He felt sorry that he was so sensitive to the sun.

Pushing the doors open, he looked around. No one seemed to notice him at first as they were all focused on their own tasks. It seemed different. People kept their heads down and spoke quickly, as though they were racing against the clock. Alex shuffled through the crowd of people.

“Hey, isn’t that Manes?”

“So it’s true. He’s been marked.”

The whispers were hardly disguised. He had always hated workplace gossip. Doubly so now that he was the subject. He could still do his job. He just needed to protect Michael from his colleagues first.

He picked up various words as more of the people noticed him. Disgusting. Traitor. Useless.

He tuned out the nasty words and kept his head high. Why should he be ashamed of the mark? The world knew vampires existed. Why should they be stereotyped? It was no better than doing it to any other human.

His fists were clenched as he stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for the third floor as calmly as possible. His mark throbbed lightly and he shook his head, trying to calm the rage that he felt for Michael’s sake.

The doors slid open and every pair of eyes was on him. He beelined for his boss’s office. He didn’t quite make it to the door before someone was grabbing his arm. He turned and saw Kyle, a smaller bandage covering the bite on his neck.

“What are you doing here Manes?”

“I work here. I want to know what’s going on.”

“That’s classified,” he said coldly. Alex let out a disbelieving laugh.

“I outrank you Kyle. What the hell is everyone so wound up about?”

“Manes. I told you to take some time off.” He turned to face his boss. The cold glare sat on his face as well. Daniel Rocci was known to be hell to work for but Alex and him had always gotten along fine. Alex knew it was because he never failed a mission. Until now.

“Are you firing me, because I’d rather get that information now. Or are you avoiding it so I can’t file a wrongful termination complaint?” His jaw twitched.

Hit the nail on the head.

“You’re compromised. You can’t do your job if you have sympathy for them.” Alex clenched his fists in anger. What did any of them know about it?

“We’re supposed to be police. We’re only hunting the ones that break laws. I have reason to believe that the target didn’t break any.” His heart hurt to refer to Michael as a ‘target’ but it was the only way he would get them to listen.

“With what evidence?”

He opened his mouth to speak again and froze. What did he have? His word? A charming personality and a flirt did not an innocent person make. He just knew Michael didn’t do it. He knew it before he was marked. His instinct had never been wrong before.

“Please. Give me time and I’ll prove it. You’ve trusted my instincts before. Why is it different now?” He looked between Kyle and Daniel.

“He attacked me, Alex. And you let him. I can’t trust you after that.”

“You shot him! With no evidence!” Alex snapped. He watched both men jump with wide eyes. He had never dared to raise his voice against his partner or superior. But this was just ridiculous.

“You have one week. If another body shows up dead. I will not hesitate to get rid of the target myself.” His boss glared at him, daring him to challenge. Today was not the day. Alex wanted to throw something. Preferably at him.

“Fine. But you do not go anywhere near him until then,” Alex said, unable to hold back the threat. He looked at them both once more before making the stiff walk back to the elevator. The whispers on the first floor hadn’t gotten any better and he just ignored them.

He sped the whole way home. More than normal. He tried to pick apart what he knew about the murder of the three girls but the only information they had were the witness accounts. Which he now doubted.

He rolled his shoulders, trying to let himself relax but it wasn’t working. He really needed to hit something. Everything about this was fucked up.

Why did he let Michael claim him? Sure he could say it was just in the moment but what was his actual reason? He wasn’t under a spell when he agreed to it. Horny, yes. Magic, no. He ran his hands through his hair, fighting the urge to pull it out.

He sat in his driveway, staring at the garage. If he moved some stuff around, he could probably put together a small home gym. He now wished the white lie he told Michael had been the truth. He needed an outlet.

He hopped out of his car and looked at the truck. Alex had mentioned stargazing over breakfast and Michael had seemed on board. If this was the last night they had, maybe they should use it.

He walked into the house, tension still hanging off his shoulders. Michael was lounged on the couch, shirtless, and watching some show on Netflix. Alex just watched him, wanting nothing other than to touch him again.

Michael looked up at him with a smile on his face that fell almost as soon as he looked over Alex’s clothes. He was up and in front of him in the next second, eyebrows drawn together.

“What happened?”

“I went to the office. To see what was going on.” Michael swallowed and nodded.

“And?”

“I have a week to figure out who killed those girls or they’re coming after you.” He nodded again. He placed a hand on the back of Alex’s head and pulled him in. He only pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll help you in any way I can. But try to relax for a bit.” Michael took his hand and tugged him toward the couch.

Alex planted his feet, knowing full well he could move him if he wanted. Michael looked at him in confusion for a moment. His eyes softened as he cupped his cheek. Alex trembled with frustration.

Why did someone kill those girls? Why was he just noticing how much of a dick his boss was? Why did he let Michael claim him? Why was he being so distant? Why wouldn’t he just kiss him?

Alex could only solve one of those issues himself. So he did.

He grabbed Michael’s face, crushing their mouths together. He stumbled slightly in surprise but quickly wrapped his arms around Alex and kissed him back. Alex turned them, pressing Michael against the wall. A small groan slipped out. Alex bit his lip, tugging on it roughly before kissing over his jaw and neck.

“Alex,” he breathed out in warning.

He didn’t stop. He found his pulse point and began nibbling and sucking at the spot. Michael’s fingers dug into his hips as he was pulled closer, grinding against him. Alex bit on the spot he had been focused on, continuing to roll his hips.

“God damnit Alex. Tell me what you want and it’s yours. But you’re driving me fucking crazy here,” he nearly whined. Alex had thought his intentions were obvious as he sucked harder on the spot under his lips. Michael groaned but still pushed him back slightly.

“If you want to talk—”

“I don’t,” Alex cut him off, meeting his eyes. He watched them darken and his fangs peek out from this lips. “I want you. I need you. I want to take you apart like you did to me.”  The heat in his gaze shot need down to his cock.

“Then use me. For whatever you need.” Alex kissed him again, running his hands over every part of his torso. Michael shoved his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere to the side. Then he was grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off, forcing them to break the kiss. It was only a moment before they were on each other again.

Alex licked into his mouth, feeling his teeth. He hadn’t bit him since that day. And Alex wanted him to. Craved it even. Like he wasn’t doing his job if he didn’t bare his most vulnerable spot for him.

He dug his nails into his hips and Michael’s hands moved to his jeans, popping the button easily. Then Michael was breaking away from him and sliding to his knees, pulling his pants to his thighs. He took Alex in his hand, stroking a few times before wrapping his mouth around the head.

The warmth of Michael’s mouth stunned him. His hands flew to his curls, holding him in place. He cursed as his tongue started running over his length. Alex tried to keep his hips still as Michael bobbed his head, slowly increasing his pace. He moaned as he hit the back of his throat, feeling him swallow.

Alex looked down at him, gripping his hair and holding him still. Michael didn’t fight, just watched him from his spot on his knees. He thrust his hips forward once. When Michael didn’t gag he did it again, reveling in the unusual warmth of him.

He let his hips go, fucking his mouth without restraint. His teeth never got in the way. Michael groaned every now and then, sending vibrations through his whole body and making him thrust harder. His legs shook as his orgasm rushed toward him.

He distantly felt Michael’s hands move to his ass and squeeze. It was only when he slipped one finger in him that he actually paid attention. A whine escaped his mouth and his hips stuttered. He pulled his hair roughly, earning him another groan.

“Fuck, I’m gunna cum,” he warned. Michael just fingered him faster as he slipped a second finger in. He looked down and found Michael already watching him. He brushed some curls out of his face and let himself go. Alex shoved himself to the back of his throat as his cock jerked.

The sensation was too much to hold and he pulled himself out, the last of his orgasm spilling over Michael’s lips and chin, rolling slowly down his neck. He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s ass as he was being pulled to his feet. Alex licked over the areas where his cum landed before returning to his lips with an open mouthed kiss.

They both moaned at the taste of each other and Alex felt the smallest prick of his teeth. He broke away and pulled his pants up before grabbing Michael’s hand, dragging him down the hall.

“Bedroom. Now.” Michael followed wordlessly. Halfway there, Michael was pulling him to a stop and pressing him against the wall, sharing sloppy and desperate kisses. They continued like that, making it only a few steps before they were on each other again. The half shut door was practically ripped off its hinges as they stumbled into it, mouths all over each other.

Michael scraped his teeth over his shoulder as Alex yanked the button and zipper on his jeans open. He shoved them down and Michael kicked them away. Alex grabbed his cock, rubbing it slowly as he continued to nibble and lick at his shoulder. He lifted his free hand to hold his head against his skin.

“Drink Michael. I know you want it,” he encouraged. Michael groaned as his hips jerked.

“I can’t Alex.”

“You can. I want you to.”

“I know. But the more I take, the harder it is to resist.” His own cock was starting to reharden.

Instead of responding, he pushed Michael back until he fell onto the bed. Alex crawled over him and sat on his thighs, leaning down to press kisses to his chest. He flicked his tongue over one of his nipples, making him whine. He ran his hands down his abs and wrapped a hand around him again, stroking him slowly.

Michael’s fingers grazed over his shoulders and back as he nibbled and sucked on his nipple. Then he dragged his lips across his chest to focus on the other. Michael’s hips were moving with the stroke of his hand, seeming in no rush.

Alex determined that just wouldn’t work. He wanted Michael begging.

Alex released him and stood up, moving to the drawer where he had put the new lube he bought. Of course they hadn’t used it at all. He felt Michael at his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. He felt his cock poking at his lower back.

“When’d you get that,” he asked? Alex didn’t answer his question. Just turned his head toward him.

“Who said you could get off the bed?” He watched the corners of Michael’s mouth twitch up.

“I’m sorry. But if you come back now I can make up for it.”

“I’ll be there when I’m ready. Now go lay down.” Michael kissed his shoulder again.

“Yes sir.” Then his warmth was gone and Alex felt like he could breathe again. He knew Michael could easily distract him from everything but he needed this. He felt powerless. If this is the only thing he’s good for then he was going make sure Michael knew just how good he was.

He moved to the dresser and picked up the knife he had brought with him the night they met. He considered the ways this could go wrong. Sending Michael into bloodlust always came with the threat of death. But he wanted him desperate.

Alex moved back to the bed as Michael watched him closely, eyes flicking down to the knife and back up to his face. There was a hesitant curiosity. He knew exactly where his thoughts were going and he wasn’t wrong. But they’d work their way there.

“Alex,” he warned, beginning to sit up.

“Trust me. I won’t hurt myself.” He tossed the lube on the bed and flicked the knife open. “Not unless you ask me to. Or you can ask me to put it away if you’re that worried.” Alex leaned over him, kissing him slowly.

“I will get rid of the knife myself if you do something stupid,” he said, leaning back slowly. Alex nodded in understanding. Michael was just letting him act the part of having power after all.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

Alex started at his elbow, letting the tip of the knife just barely scratch over him. Michael shuddered but otherwise didn’t move. He watched his face the whole time, periodically making sure he wasn’t pressing too hard. When he got to his collarbone, he lifted the knife and started on the other arm, repeating the process.

He caught a glimpse of Michael’s fangs that he was now trying so hard to hide. As he reached his chest again, he pressed down just enough to draw a drop of blood. Michael hissed but didn’t stop him. Alex moved to press the knife to his throat, just like he did the first night.

“Well this is familiar,” Michael quipped. Alex smiled and leaned down, hovering just above his lips. He let his breath tickled his face. He tried to lean up to close the distance between them but Alex backed away and reminded him of the weapon resting against his neck.

“Careful. If you bleed too much I’ll have to give you some of mine.” Michael just groaned in response and Alex watched his cock jump at the threat. He tried to keep a straight face but he felt the corners of his mouth tug up.

He moved the knife to lightly press the tip to the hollow of his throat. Michael’s head rolled back, trying to move away from the point. He dragged it down his sternum and trailed it over his pecs, circling one nipple at a time. He leaned down, sucking lightly on the nipple the knife wasn’t circling.

Alex rocked his hips slowly, letting his jeans rub against Michael. He moaned and his own hips rolled up, searching for any kind of friction. Alex’s free hand grabbed his hip, stilling him. He took a deep breath through his nose and his fingers dug into the sheets.

“I need more Alex. What did I do to deserve this torture,” he half joked, half pleaded.

Alex kissed up his chest, licking up the small drop of blood that still sat there. He looked up at him through his lashes and watched his mouth fall open. He felt the response from his cock that throbbed as he rubbed against him.

“You don’t like me tempting you? All I want is for you to feed on me. I never thought I’d be jealous of little bags of nameless blood,” he admit. He sat back up, dragging the knife down to his abs, tracing an ‘s’ pattern over them.

Michael’s fangs were out and his eyes screwed shut. Like he was fighting the exact need Alex was encouraging him to embrace. Alex sat up and lifted the knife to his hand. He pricked his thumb and pressed a drop of blood out.

“Alex I can smell that,” Michael warned.

“I know.”

He cupped the side of Michael’s face, letting his thumb brush over his lips. He whined and his hips thrust up. He fought it but eventually his tongue slipped out and over the drop, licking it up. Alex only allowed him the taste before pulling his hand away and closing the knife. He stood again, placing the knife on the dresser and working his pants down his legs, over his prosthesis.

Michael watched him the whole time, eyes desperate and hungry. He scoot closer to the edge of the bed and Alex grinned. Michael was great at fucking, but seeing him like this, practically begging for relief made Alex’s own cock throb. He wanted to be inside him.

Alex ran his hands over his thighs and then maneuvered himself to his knees. He pushed his legs apart as he started kissing his shaft. Michael moaned and tried to press himself closer to Alex’s teasing tongue. He pulled back every time.

He worked his hands slowly to Michael’s ass, groping and scratching. His legs were shaking by the time Alex was pushing them open and up, running a finger over his puckered hole. He watched it tense as he pressed the tip of his finger in, reacting to the intrusion.

He heard the bed creek and looked up to see Michael had pushed himself up to watch him. He panted, mouth dropped open to expose his teeth. Alex smirked up at him before refocusing on his ass. He took the head of his cock in his mouth, sucked lightly, then released him and let his tongue run down the shaft to his scrotum. Alex teased his entrance with his tongue as he slowly pressed a finger inside him.

“Damnit Alex, you better fuck me before I flip this around.” Alex chuckled at the demand. He pulled back for a moment to find the lube. Pulling his finger out he coated it with the clear substance along with another two. He dove back in, running his tongue over him a few times, before slipping it inside, making Michael thrust.

He did it a few times before working his finger in again. He quickly moved to two, twisting and spreading his fingers. He took his cock into his mouth again, copying his tactic from earlier. Michael groaned and rocked under his attention. Alex felt his fingers comb through his hair before he was pushing his mouth further down.

Alex let him as he teased a third finger around his rim. He curled his fingers to press against his walls, softening the muscles. He pushed the third in with little resistance. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked on Michael, thrusting his fingers in and out.

Michael cursed and pulled on his hair. Alex hummed in appreciation. The more desperate Michael got only made him want it more. His own hard on begged for attention as he whined.

“Alex… gunna… cum…”

He pressed his fingers roughly against his prostate once before yanking them out. He released his cock from his lips and stood quickly. He tugged Michael toward him before grabbing the lube and coating himself. Precum dripped from Michael’s cock and his hips thrusted into nothing.

“You want me inside you?” He pressed the tip against him, just barely passing the rim.

“Fuck, please,” he begged.

“I don’t think you mean it,” he pushed, pulling his cock away. Michael snarled at him but it looked more desperate than threatening. Which was exactly what Alex wanted. He pressed the head in again using short and shallow thrusts, making his eyes flutter closed. Alex used this chance to grab the knife again.

“Talk to me Michael. What exactly do you want?” He flicked the knife open and pressed it to his chest, making a small cut.

“Don’t… I can’t…” Alex shoved himself inside, moaning at the tight squeeze around him. He let himself enjoy it for a moment before pulling back out so just the tip was still inside again. Alex leaned over him and watched his nose flare as he picked up the smell of him.

“Let go. Bite me, Michael.” He tried to shake his head. Alex wiped some of the blood away with his fingers, pressing them into his mouth and over his tongue. He saw Michael’s eyes flash red.

He was being yanked into him, going balls deep in one motion. The pinch of his teeth sent a wave of need through him and Alex thrust his hips forward. Michael’s legs were wrapped around his waist and his fingers scratching his back. He was sure he felt blood roll down his skin.

The usual warmth from his venom was absent. He felt every clench of his jaw and the pain was more intense but not unwelcome. He moaned next to Michael’s ear, the sound seeming to spur him on.

Alex moved his hips as best he could with Michael wrapped around him. He felt his tongue licking at the cut he had made, encouraging the flow. He grabbed Michael’s cock and stroked him in pace with his hips. His own orgasm was rushing up faster than he thought it would but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He felt when Michael released him but couldn’t remember being pulled onto the bed or when he had been rolled on his back. Michael crouched above him, eyes as red as the blood still dripping from his lips. He lined Alex up with his hole and sank down again.

Alex’s eyes rolled back as he grabbed his hips, needing to touch him. Their skin slapped together as Michael rode him fast and hard. He wrapped his hand around his own cock as their moans got louder together. Alex wasn’t going to last much longer at the pace they were going.

“C’mon Michael, milk my cock of everything it has.” His movements stuttered and Alex smirked. “Ride me until you cum, baby.” He was gripping Michael’s waist, trying to hold off as long as possible. Michael cursed above him, squeezing his cock harder. Then tensing of his ass was heaven and the lube leaked around them, as if making room for Alex to spill himself inside.

His back arched and he pulled Michael fully down on him. His cock jerked and throbbed as his orgasmed rolled through him. Alex grinded against him, making sure to hit the deepest parts. Then Michael’s legs were shaking as his mouth dropped open, a choked moan spilling out. He came over Alex’s abs, painting it with white ribbons.

Michael rocked his hips slowly, both of them shuddering at the continued stimulation. Alex’s cock jumped though it wouldn’t get hard again. He moved off and laid himself down next to Alex. They were silent, arms pressed together.

“That was stupid Alex,” he said quietly. “I could have really hurt you.”

“You could have stopped me,” Alex reminded him.

“I couldn’t.”

Alex turned to his head to look at him. His other arm was covering his eyes, the blood starting to dry on his face. Speaking of…

He hadn’t felt it until just then. His chest was still bleeding though it was slowing down. It ached. His back had started to burn as it rubbed against the sheets that were suddenly too rough.

“What do you mean, ‘you couldn’t?’”

“I wanted you so fucking bad. I’d been holding back all week and I…” Suddenly he shot up. “Sit up.” Alex pulled himself up and Michael was crawling around behind him. “Damnit. This is what I meant,” he said, pressing his a kiss to the top of Alex’s spine.

“Michael, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he tried to reassure. Michael scoffed.

“Not that bad? Follow me.” He was off the bed and grabbing his hand without waiting for a response. He was dragged into the bathroom and Michael turned him around so his back was facing the mirror. “Look.”

He turned his head and sure enough, two sets of bright red scratches covered his back and shoulders. They weren’t really bleeding but he could tell they had been. He’d probably need a new set of sheets. He looked back at Michael who was obviously spiraling down from his guilt.

“Hey. I’m fine.” Michael shook his head.

“Are you blind? I did that to you. I hurt—”

Alex pulled him in, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth. Michael melted into him, pressing the length of his body against him. He ran his fingers through his hair softly, trying to remind him just who he was dealing with.

“I promise I’m ok,” he said once they separated. He ran his hands over Michael’s shoulders. “But if it would make you feel better, why not just heal me?” Almost immediately, he was lifting his hand to his mouth and making a small bite.

Alex shook his head as he took Michael’s hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing the wound before licking it and sucking. He heard Michael hiss in a breath and he glanced up at him. The heat had already returned. He pulled his hand away, running his fingers over Alex’s cheek and down his neck.

“You have no idea how tempting it is to turn you right now.” He brought his hand back up and rubbed a thumb over Alex’s bottom lip, brushing away a drop of blood. He grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving away. He wrapped his mouth around his thumb, never breaking eye contact. Michael groaned.

“You’re a terrible influence on me.” Alex just grinned at him as he released his thumb. Michael wasn’t hard but he could feel him getting there.

“You never finished what you were saying earlier. Why couldn’t you stop me? Say no?” He sighed and pressed his forehead against Alex’s.

“Because I’ve been holding back. Trying to suppress every craving for you backfired.” Alex rested his hands on his hips, occasionally squeezing.

“But why suppress it? I’m here for you. Literally yours.”

“Every time I take from you, the harder it is to stop. That’s always been the flaw of claiming a human. It’s usually not done unless there’s the intent to turn them. I’ve been getting nothing but lectures from my siblings about how it was probably the worst decision I’ve ever made to claim you.”

Alex thought for a moment.

“Then why not turn me?”

Michael pulled back and shook his head. His eyes were sad but the desire still danced in the background.

“I told you. Don’t even suggest it.” Alex thought back to the conversation they had when they met. The temptation was always there. Especially if he had just fed. Michael sighed and lifted him onto the counter. He began working his prosthesis off.

“Turning people isn’t as common of a practice as the academy led you to believe. It’s reserved for… special circumstances.” Alex watched him.

“Like what?” He tugged his leg off and set it to the side, then rolled the sock down. He kissed up his leg until he stood again, not meeting Alex’s eyes.

“Family usually. Or if the vampire claimed a human.”

“That sounds like us.” Michael shook his head.

“Other vampires claim because they found a blood match. Which also applies to you and me. But it’s not like there’s only one person that can be a blood match. Its recurring. So the vampires that claim solely on blood matches usually just use their claimed until they’re drained and die.” Alex shivered.

“Do you… want to drain me?” Michael finally looked at him, desperate and wistful.

“Every time I’m close to you. Which is why I was fighting so hard to keep you at a distance.” Alex nodded, lifting his hands to run over Michael’s shoulders and up his neck to hold his face. Alex pulled him in for a soft kiss. Michael pulled back after a moment.

“The claimed are only turned when they form a bond with their Sire. Otherwise known as love.” Alex sucked in a breath, not expecting the word and the way it made his heart race. “It’s not a common occurrence. So no Alex. I’m not going to turn you and subject you to a life like this.”

Alex couldn’t pinpoint why it hurt to hear. Sure, he cared for Michael but he couldn’t go as far to call it love. They were desperate for each other. It had been like that since they met. There was a friendship blooming but they were in no uncertain terms anything more than friends with benefits.

So Alex just nodded and wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist, tugging him close for a kiss. It was soft and gentle, like they were lovers. Alex had to remind himself that they weren’t. Michael would never love him and Alex didn’t love Michael.

His heart panged with the thought.

He shoved his feelings down and deepened the kiss, licking into Michael’s mouth. Michael was half hard and pressed against his thigh. His hands were squeezing his hips, pulling him forward so their chests pressed together. Alex tugged on his bottom lip, pulling a low growl from the vampire. He pulled back sooner than he would have liked.

“Before I forget. You’re coming with me to the blood ball tonight,” he said, slightly out of breath. Alex’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You still want to go to those?” Jealousy burned under his skin. He wanted to lock Michael up and keep him for himself. Why should anyone else get to touch him? Or feel his fangs piercing their skin. His fingers tightened in his hair. Michael smirked at him, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Careful there hunter. I might think you actually like me.” He leaned forward again, letting his breath dance over Alex’s lips. “I want you there to brag. Brag that you’re all mine. And as sexy as you were in that leather jacket, I’m afraid I’m going to have to request you to dress a little more… risqué. If only so I can eat you up in front of everyone.”

A new need filled Alex, bringing his slightly hard cock to full attention. He shivered at the possessiveness. His brain scolded him but he stamped it out, yanking Michael back in for a kiss. He hadn’t understood why those two men he saw last week were being so open about their lust. Now he did. He was more than willing to let Michael parade him around as a pet as long as everyone there knew he was Michael’s. And that Michael was his in return.

He felt himself being lifted and he hugged himself to Michael tighter. Their sloppy kisses had his hips rolling and Michael groaning. Alex couldn’t help but laugh as he was bumped against the glass as he stumbled into the shower. Michael smirked and his back was against the cold tile, making him gasp.

His mouth was captured again and he felt around blindly for the handle to the showerhead. Michael bit his lip and ground his hips against him, rubbing their cocks together. Alex moaned and his hand slipped down. He knocked the handle, cold water spraying over them. Neither stopped in their movements.

Michael attached himself to his throat, sucking and lightly biting at the area just above the mark. Alex whimpered and dug his blunt nails into his back. His hips rolled.

“Is it my turn to wreck you,” Michael mumbled against his neck. His voice low and desperate.

“Don’t you always,” he said back, his own voice breathy.

Michael just chuckled and nipped at him again before returning to his lips. His legs were being dropped but held steady by his hands on his waist. Alex reached between them, wrapping his hand around them both and stroking slowly. Michael groaned and one of his hands moved from his waist to play with Alex’s ass.

Water wasn’t the best lubricant but his fingers still slipped in without much resistance. Alex’s mouth dropped open as he squeezed his hand wrapped around them. Michael’s fingers moved in and out with increasing speed and Alex was putty in his hands. He broke the kiss and let his head fall to Michael’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” he gasped out as his hips started moving in time with the rate of his fingers. He didn’t get to enjoy it long before the fingers were gone and he was being forced to sit on the tile seat. Michael was gone and back in a couple seconds.

Alex just looked up at him, curls plastered to his face, chest heaving up and down with barely controlled restraint. He shut the water off and flicked the bottle open, pouring a generous amount on his hand and coating his dick. Then he was sitting next to Alex and pulling him onto his lap so his back was pressed to his chest. He forced his legs open and slipped the head of his cock over his entrance.

Alex had never felt more exposed with his legs spread this way. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in the tiles but it wasn’t clear.

Then Michael was slipping into him, the position making his ass tighter. He could feel every curve of the man inside him and he let out a loud moan. Michael’s mouth against his shoulder grinned and nipped at him.

“You’re so tight. Squeezing me so good. You ready to be punished for your little stunt with the knife? Sending me into bloodlust?” Michael’s arm wrapped around his waist, holding him steady. He began thrusting his hips slow and deep. Alex whimpered as he held onto Michael’s arms.

“I just wanted… to be good for you…” he gasped out. Michael’s hips jerked up, hitting the bundle of nerves inside him.

“I warned you about putting your life in danger. That you’d be punished.” Alex shuddered. This certainly didn’t feel like a punishment. Then again, he hadn’t really started.

“You’re free to cum whenever but you can’t touch yourself.”

Oh, that’s not so bad…

“And if you don’t cum before I do, I’ll make sure you do in front of everyone later,” he finished the threat. His cock jumped, begging for any sort of stimulation. Damn his body. Every suggestion Michael made had his skin buzzing. Things he would have never considered with anyone else suddenly sounded like the most delicious torture.

“Michael I…” he didn’t know what he was going to say and it didn’t matter. Michael sucked hickeys into his shoulder and thrust his hips into him roughly. He replaced whatever sentence he was going to say with little moans every time his hips connected with his ass.

Alex couldn’t be sure if the dampness on his skin was sweat or water. Probably both.

“You are mine. Mine to use as I see fit. And if you keep tempting me with that sweet blood of yours, maybe I’ll just lock this up.” He wrapped a loose fist around him, only stroking a few times before releasing him. Alex tried to move his hips to get more of his touch but Michael held him firmly in place.

He was being lifted and pressed against the glass. He lifted his hands up to brace himself and Michael held him up by his thighs. He pressed his forehead to the cool glass and could just barely see the outline of his hands in the mirror. He wondered briefly what it would be like to watch Michael fuck him. Or the other way around if that’s how it went.

Michael’s hands tightened on his thighs as he got better leverage. Alex desperately needed him deeper but now he was avoiding it.

This asshole doesn’t want me to cum.

The realization made him groan. Fine. He would play dirty.

“Come on Michael. I thought you were going to wreck me,” he taunted, breathless. He heard a growl from behind him. “Don’t blame me if I have to find someone else. I’m sure there’s another vampire who’d love my blood. Or maybe I’ll go after Kyle—”

Michael pulled out of him and dropped his legs, though he never let him fall. He was spun around and trapped against the glass. Michael’s eyes burned with rage and his hand wrapped around his throat.

“Take it back.”

“No.” His nose twitched. He bared his fangs at him again, only intensifying the need pulsing through every part of him. “Prove me wrong. Wreck me,” he dared.

Michael was sinking his teeth into the mark and Alex keened. He knew Michael wasn’t drinking but the burning that was taking over his body tipped him off. The venom rushed through him, igniting every nerve. Michael’s hands were everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and caressing.

“Oh god,” he whimpered out. He wanted to run but Michael was everywhere. Lips running over his throat, hands over his arms and torso, and hips grinding into him.

“You want to rethink being a brat and trying to get out of your punishment?” Alex’s hands flew to his hair, yanking him from his neck and crashing their lips together. Michael’s tongue was in his mouth, teasing. Alex was melting and he needed him inside again.

Alex broke away from the kiss and turned on his own, holding onto the metal bar for support. He kneeled on the bench, the tile rough on his knees. He pressed himself against the wall, sticking his ass out as much as he could.

“Please, Michael,” he begged. Michael groaned at the sight of him.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy.” His hands grabbed Alex’s waist and he pushed himself inside again. Michael didn’t bother waiting before he was fucking him. His hands were all over his back, scratching lightly. Alex trembled as the whines and moans fell from his lips with every rough jerk of his hips.

“Is this how it is? You’re a brat when you want to be used? Piss me off and make me jealous when you want it rough?” He couldn’t respond. He felt every thrust deep in his gut as his eyes fluttered closed. He wanted to touch himself but Michael had said not to. He didn’t need to bring on any more of his punishments. No matter how much he wanted to.

Michael’s hand wrapped around his throat and yanked him back against his chest. His fingers squeezed the sides of his neck, restricting the blood flow. His head spun and body burned. Steam rolled around them and he finally felt the water droplets hitting his skin. Water ran over him. Every drop was like lava running down his body.

“Oh god, Michael… Michael…” He groaned next to his ear and bit at his earlobe.

“You feel good? Now who do you belong to, hunter?”

“Not… you…” he panted out, letting himself smirk. He was so close. He needed to draw this out just a bit longer.

He was shoved forward with his wrists pinned to the tile above him. Michael abused his ass, thrusting in and out as he hung on to his last sliver of control. A sharp slap on his ass made him yelp.

“Try that again,” he threatened. The desire was coiled so tightly. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock. It jumped with every thrust of Michael’s hips, begging for release. He tried to move his own hips but his pace was too fast. Another swat on his ass brought his focus back to Michael. “Answer me. Or I might rethink letting you cum.”

He reached around and grabbed his throbbing erection, just firm enough to make Alex choke out a whine and try to thrust his hips. But his hand didn’t move. Just kept him on the edge while he tried to form coherent words.

“…yours… I’m yours,” he finally managed. Michael buried himself deep inside and stopped moving. He clenched his ass around hm, trying to encourage him to move.

“Keep going. I want to hear your apology for making me jealous.” He was held steady as he clenched his fists, trying to make his brain work properly.

“I… I just needed you…” A rough thrust cut him off. He moaned and pressed back as much as he could.

“Talk Alex. Don’t get distracted by me.” Alex swallowed.

“I wanted to see… how far I could push…” Another thrust. “Make you possessive.” Thrust. “It makes me want you so fucking bad.” Thrust. “I’ve never felt this good with anyone else.” Thrust. “You own me, Michael. Oh god please, fuck me.”

Michael growled and released his wrists, instead grabbing his hair and pulling him back against his chest. His hips snapped forward as he stroked his cock. Curses tumbled from Alex’s lips as the water from the shower ran between them. His hands reached blindly behind him, needing to touch Michael.

“You’re so fucking good for me. You break my rules just to drive me crazy don’t you?” The only sounds Alex could make were desperate moans as Michael moved in and out of him. His legs shook, feeling like he would fall over any second. As though the only thing to hold him up was Michael.

“So… close…” he panted out. His nerves were like fireworks on his skin. Every stroke of Michael’s hand was like the only relief he could get. The coolness of his hand mixed with the burning of the water made his hips roll as much as Michael would allow.

“Cum, baby. And remember I’m the one who let you.”

Alex shuddered as his orgasm hit like a train. He pleaded for any sort of break but Michael’s thrusts hitting his sweet spot only served to drag it out. The white spurts hit the tile on the wall and were quickly washed away by the water. Trembles of overstimulation rolled over him as he dug his nails into Michael’s leg.

He felt Michael’s lips on his skin and the erratic breathing to match his hips. The hand that was in his hair slid down to wrap around his throat, angling his head. His teeth scraped over his skin but he never bit. The growl from his chest vibrated against his back. Michael all but ripped his mouth away and his hips stuttered. He gripped his hips, thrusting into him roughly a few extra times as he filled him. Alex felt the excess run down his leg only to be rinsed away by the water that was quickly turning cold.

“Michael,” he said breathlessly. His fingers gripped his skin, holding him firmly in place.

Michael seemed to be brought back to the real world and pulled out of him slowly, even releasing his grip on his throat. Alex whimpered at the emptiness but there was no way he could go again right now. And something was off with Michael.

He turned slowly, allowing himself to sit down. Alex took his hands and encouraged him to sit next to him. Michael wouldn’t look at him; just continued staring at the ceiling. His eyebrows drew together as Michael practically fell to his knees in front of him, hiding his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened,” he asked, beginning to panic.

He cradled his face in his hands but he wouldn’t lift his head. Michael’s fingers ran up his thighs and around to his hips. The touches were featherlight. As though he would break.

“Michael, please. Talk to me.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled out. Alex blinked, confused.

“What do you mean? Look at me,” he ordered gently. Michael fought the pull at first but eventually he let himself be seen. Truly seen. His eyes bright red and fangs extended. The pain that danced behind the bloodlust was so obvious it made Alex want to cry for him.

“I’m a monster, Alex. You kill things like me.” Alex shook his head.

“You aren’t a monster—"

“Look at me! Driven by hunger and desperation and addiction. I literally can’t quit you anymore,” he snapped. Alex pressed his forehead to Michael’s. “I almost killed you just now. And you would have turned. All because I wanted you for myself. How does that not repulse you?”

“Because I trust you. You have me Michael. I’m not going anywhere you aren’t.” He meant it. His heart raced whenever Michael was close to him. He looked forward to waking up with him. He was willing to lose everything if it meant keeping him by his side.

“It’s the mark talking—”

“No. This is me Michael. I only wish I knew how to convince you.” The red in his eyes began to retreat. The water that cascaded around them was freezing now. Alex shivered and Michael moved to stand but he held on to him, pulling him into a soft kiss instead. Michael held him so gently even as his body trembled.

“Besides,” Alex started when they broke apart. “If you’re somehow repulsive for wanting me for yourself, then I must be twice as bad. I’m jealous of little bags of nameless blood after all,” he said, attempting a joke. Thankfully, it earned him a grin and light laugh.

Michael reached to the side and shut the water off. He lifted Alex into his arms and carried him back to the bedroom. Alex laughed as he was dropped on the bed, still soaking wet. Michael crawled over him, pressing sweet kisses to his face and neck.

“Hey, give me a break,” Alex giggled. His cocky smile was back when he stood again. No evidence of the soul baring desperation from a moment ago.

“I am. You’ll need it for what I have planned for you. You aren’t getting out of punishment that easily.” His cock twitched half-heartedly. “I just need to make sure the outfit I got you fits.”

[ill-skillsgard]

Pretty please with a big fat cheery on top write a continuation to the bva imagine where bill comes home after his sole vacation and hanging up on her. Like what will happen the next day? Will she continue ignoring him? Will bill being needy and beg for forgiveness or will he feel irritate and back off? And what about Alex and Valter? Will they help or stay out of it?

Here is the pre-reading (x)

Thank you @walkxthexmoon for the request!

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Bill lay awake in his bed, listening to her fuck the Dane all night. It wasn't like he wanted to hear her moans and to imagine Andersen's perfect muscled body using her until she was panting and mewling like a beaten animal. She did it on purpose. Alex's lucky night was Bill's reminder to think things through to completion before acting. Forced to listen to her moaning, gasping and telling the Danishman how good it felt to have his cock inside her, Bill toiled with his life choices alone.

She didn't tell V about it either. He couldn't seek any advice from either of the men of the house. Supposedly she had been so upset while he was gone that she refused to see either of them. Now that he was home, it was time for her to flaunt her relationship with the other two with utmost disregard for thin walls.

She spent an entire twenty-four hours with Valter after her romp the night before. Every text message went unanswered, but there weren't many of them. Bill kept his distance until fate would have them in the same room again.

It had been four days, and Bill hadn't packed his bags as she told him to. He was too patient for that. It was one of the things about Bill she loved and subsequently hated. His resolve was always so tough. He could wait for days and days for an opening and pretend like it didn't bother him.

He heard her uneasy breath from across the living room. Bill had crossed her path as she huddled on the couch with a book. The house was devoid of any other male presence. It was only them.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked him once their eye contact grew too strenuous.

"I'm looking at you."

"Why?" She tossed the question like a soiled tissue.

"Because you're beautiful, and I miss looking at you."

She tried to bring her eyes to the text again, but she knew the dismissal to be futile. "That's nice."

Bill set his teeth together calmly. Her bite wouldn't deter him—not this time. He started toward the couch and slid onto the cushion beside her. This had her drawing away, but when he plucked the book from her grasp and set it on the table, her resentment became curiosity. He trapped her shoulders with one long arm, pulled her in, and brought her face to his.

He kissed her long and hard. It wasn't a sensual, open-mouthed kiss. In fact, it lacked romance entirely. This kiss was a reassurance. Bill wouldn't let the game of silence go on for any longer. Lips crushing hers, he pulled away only slightly to study her reaction before kissing her again. His mouth came away from hers with another lovely smacking noise.

"Sometimes, you forget how hard it is to share you. And that's okay. But if you think I've done anything out of malice, I want you to know, you're wrong. I'm only trying to maintain my sanity the best way I know how."

Stunned, she nodded. All this time, she thought Bill had gone away simply because he could, to teach her that he was the one in control and he could disappear at a drop if he wanted. How wrong she had been. His reason was no superficial display of dominance, but a plea to retain his dignity while not posing a problem to the ones with which he shared his life. She understood.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how hard it must be for you... For all of you."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. God, I've missed you."

Bill kissed her again, eager to meet her tongue this time. He unravelled her from the blanket, and pulled her chest against his with a wide palm on her back. When she relaxed against him and accepted his affections with a gentle moan, his hand snaked to his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

"I have something for you."

"What is it?" She asked.

"It's just a little video I made."

He brought up the file and pressed play, passing his phone off to her so he could watch her face. It was the video he had taken in his hotel room; the one he knew would get her pulse thumping.

The inquisition mending her brow together split after the first five seconds of shaky camerawork. She swallowed when the same man who sat beside her, touched himself in the video. A few more seconds passed, and he could hear her breath struggling to come out steadily.

Bill couldn't deny that watching her watch him stroking his cock was obscenely satisfying. The way she squirmed made him do the same, and soon, what played on the screen reflected true in the present. He became hard, finding her hand to place in his lap to prove it so.

The captured voice asked the questions dancing in Bill's head. "Do you miss playing with Daddy's cock? 'Cause Daddy sure misses his princess's touch. Mm, fuck, nothing feels as good as you, baby. Mm-hmm, when I get home, I'm gonna play with you like a little toy. Yeah, like a little fuck-toy. Daddy's gonna use your hands, and your mouth, and your pussy, oh yes. And I'm gonna get all that baby girl cum for myself. Yeah, that's right. We'll play our special game and try to see how many times I can make you come before you can't take it anymore. How's that sound?"

"How dare you do this to me when I'm trying to hate you," she whispered.

He forced her to squeeze his hardening shaft. "Come on then... Hate me."

[imaginesmai]

Alex Hogh-Attention

Requested by anon

Plot: Alex just wants to cuddle with you.

This is fluff, like rotten-teeth fluff. I hope you enjoyed it, I really liked writting this one!

The paper in front of you was becoming really blurry as you couldn’t focus properly on it. You had forgotten to bring your glasses with you, so it was hard to see the letters in front of you. Your boyfriend wasn’t making it any easier. You felt another shove being thrown your way, and that time you almost fell off to the left. Looking to your right, you saw the face of your boyfriend just inches away from you. He had those puppy eyes that got him everything he wanted; not that time.

“It’s starting to get annoying, Alex” you mumbled under your breath, once again pushing his hand off of your shoulder.

He whined like a little child, arms circling your waist and head nuzzling against your skin. From behind you, he tried to take the pen out of your hands, but you moved your hands quickly to avoid that.

“Pay attention to me” he pouted, and planted a small kiss on the skin between your shoulder and neck.

The word you had been writing so carefully finished with a long and irregular line, wasting half of the sheet. Angry, you rumpled the paper in your hand and cursed under your breath. Finally, giving him some attention, you turned around on your bed and reached your fingers into his soft hair. Alex purred like a kitten, happy to have you for himself.

If you didn’t like him so much, you would say that he was a needy bitch. But he was your boyfriend of five months and you kind of loved too having his attention just for you.

“I’ll have to start again later.”

You could feel the warmth of his breath against your face as he chuckled, and pressed another kiss to your neck. A little park of electricity flew through you when he repeated the movement, and you had to remind yourself that you had to finish that essay for the university. If not, you would doing a very much different thing on that bed.

“Later” he repeated, and you could hear the smugness in his voice, knowing the effect he had on you; just one kiss, and you were considering if that class was really that important. “Pay attention to me”

Laughing quietly, you continued to run your fingers through his hair while he closed his eyes. You looked back to where two of your philosophy books were open, and at least two whole sheets were finished. Only five more to go.

“Are you jealous of me spending more time with Marx than with you?” you teased.

Alex looked up, and you were gifted with his blue and beautiful eyes. Since the day you met him, along with his amazing personality, they impressed you to no end. How they could speak without saying anything, how they shined when he spoke about what he loved. Or how lost you could get in them. His lips twitched at the corners, threatening to pull up in his devious smirk that had gotten you so many times before in troubles.

“Maybe a little. Then again, he’s probably a bunch of ugly bones buried far away from here while I’m your hot boyfriend begging for you attention, right now. Also, I dare to say that his mainly attributes are not as good as mine, peach. Can you imagine-”

“Oh my god, Alex” you gasped, shoving him back as you shifter to the side to face him. “How can you be so disgusting?”

He laughed and raised his hands in defence.

“Hey! I’m just stating facts.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went back to your paper. Taking a clean one, however, you couldn’t help the little smirk that made its way to your lips. He might had been an idiot, but he was yours and you happy with that. It was one of the reasons, partly, why you decided to date him. His eyebrows raised as you crossed your arms and started reading another text.

“Come on, Y/N, it was hilarious! You can laugh, it won’t kill you” Alex chuckled, but was met with silence. He shifted before talking again. “Peach, you’re not really mad, right?”

You picked up the pen again, acting as if you were about to turn back to your homework and ignore his attempts to grab your attention. Which, honestly, had been gone since the moment he stepped on your room an hour ago. Just as he was about to whine about it, you gently let the pen fall to the ground, grabbed his collar and pulled him closer until your lips could meet his in the middle. You felt him smirk, then, as he melted into the kiss.

In a second, your back was flat against the bed and he was leaving small kisses on your face. He kissed your forehead, cheeks, corners of the eyes, lips and even your nose.

“You know? You don’t deserve this reward. I’m gonna fail because of you.”

He chuckled, hands sliding up your sides with the only intention of tickling you. He made you squirm a few times before falling to the side and pulling you to his side. Your face nested against his neck, and you breathed him slowly.

“I just wanted your attention, peach” he smiled. “Where’s the harm in wanting to show my girlfriend a little love?”

“I hate you so much, Alex” you rolled your eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Your breath got caught up in your throat as you opened your eyes until you thought they were going to fall off. It was the first time he said the L word. Not even joking you had said it, because you really thought it was a serious feeling. Liking someone was okay; fucking, messing around, going out and even cuddling sometimes; even if you and Alex spent more than half of your free days cuddling. Loving someone meant giving yourself away to another person, to trust them completely with your heart.

“Y/N?” Alex woke you up from your little daydream. You looked up at him to see him already watching you with clouded eyes. Good thing about being able to read him always was that you knew what he was feeling nearly every time he looked at you. At that moment, nervousness.

“Yeah?”

“I mean it” he whispered, and his fingers, that were resting against your hip, started to move in uncoordinated patterns. “That, I love you. I love you, Y/N. But you don’t have to say that.”

“I can’t believe what you’re willing to do just to draw my attention” you joked, and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “I love you too, Alex. A lot.”

“Good” he smiled, showing you his white pearly teeth. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against you. “That’s really good.”

You smiled at him and went back to rest on his chest. Pressing a kiss to his covered chest, you rolled your eyes. It seemed like he really had your attention, and heart.

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[haloud]

into the corners of the evening

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Michael comes over on Fridays. It’s a standing arrangement, an inch of solid ground they’ve managed to carve out for themselves. Sometimes he cooks dinner. Sometimes Alex orders in. They play music or play cards or watch movies or make out, hands over clothes, Michael making sure to bump his knuckles across whatever bare skin he can find anyway, just like they might have if they were ever allowed to be just seventeen.

So Fridays start being the best day of the week. Even Buffy looks forward to them—the second the sun starts going down, she sits in the entryway with her ears cocked and her tail beating slowly against the floor until she hears footsteps on the stairs and picks herself up to corral Michael home. When it’s just Alex and Buffy, Alex even lets himself be eager too, smile at nothing, daydream.

Of course, then it just so happens that a Friday turns into one of the worst days in recent memory. He wakes up in stiff agony from a shitty, awful dream, early enough to be stuck staring at the pitch-black ceiling, late enough that he can’t fall back asleep. He keeps his phone and headphones on his nightstand and an array of playlists—angry, sad, happy, wistful, the works—to drive thoughts out of his head and mask noise that makes it hard to sleep, but no matter how high he turns up the volume, the dream persists, the sound of screaming, the sound of crushing bone. His stump is fucking swollen, which just fucking happens sometimes no matter how he fucking tries to take care of it, and it hurts so goddamn bad he should just stay in bed, but he goes to work anyway just to spite his own body and the universe that thinks it can tell him what to do.

Icing on the cake? When he finally grits his teeth and puts weight on his leg (with his crutch—he might be a being of pure spite, but he’s not stupid), he steps hard on Buffy’s foot, making her shriek and scramble under the bed.

By the time Alex has made himself coffee and is ready to leave she’s crawled out to follow him around licking at his hands, but he still spends the whole drive to base with a death-grip on the wheel and aching at the back of his throat.

And that’s just how his morning goes.

When he pulls back into his driveway that evening, he’s so bone-tired he has to close his eyes and breathe and breathe like he breathed his way through physical therapy just to muster the strength to open the door and put his feet on the ground.

He fumbles his keys. Drops them. And before he knows it he’s slammed his fist into the doorframe, a fast and hot expulsion of fury from his brain to his arm to his knuckles at the point of contact.

He’s shaking when he picks them up. Unlocks the door. Lets it fall shut behind him.

Anger is the easy answer. It’s served him well damn near all his life. It lives inside him, less a tenant to his landlord, more a symbiosis. But when he collapses on his couch, shakes his hand out before cradling his head in it, he just—he just—

He should tell Michael not to come. He should ignore that little voice whispering he only loves you because you’re here, tell him no and he’ll be gone, gone against all evidence and faith.

He loves his anger. Keeps it, nurtures it. But still, is he—he is—he’s Manes enough to fear what that anger is capable of.

Buffy pads over, her claws making little clicking noises on the floor. Michael loves that sound, has been known to lay on the floor cooing to her so she walks over to him and he can mess with her paws while she sits all prim and patient and indulging. She lays her head on Alex’s knee and blinks up at him, and he looks through his fingers back at her. Her tongue slowly peeks out—then she’s licking his jeans, soothing him the best way a dog knows how, and Alex is inches from goddamn losing it.

Footsteps on the stairs. Buffy’s ears perk up, but she doesn’t move, just lets out a quiet boof as Alex strokes her velvety ears.

“It’s open,” he calls out. Almost hoping he’s too quiet for Michael to hear and he’ll just…leave. Tomorrow Alex can deal with the fallout.

But no. The door swings open, and a grinning Michael, the whole mass of him, filling the doorway, taking all the air in the room with him, he steps inside and shakes out his curls like he often does when he sees Alex, like he knows, like he knows what it does to him.

“Where’s the welcoming committee—”

He cuts himself off when he sees Alex and Buffy. His grin slides off his face; his eyes go all big; his head tilts to the side. It’s not a bad Buffy impression.

“Hey,” Michael says, so softly Alex wants to scream.

He isn’t. A person who responds to softness well. Never had it before—why should he need it now? For just a second, he misses, with a vicious, spiteful nostalgia, the jagged, rattling Guerin who’d take him on no matter what they did or said the last time, the bite and bark, they’d fuck and that would be that, that could be that, he had a place within himself to put the soft things, deep in the back of his skull.

He keeps the soft things inside Michael, mostly, now. But sometimes he wishes he could snatch them back. Run and hide. Even if it meant drawing more blood.

“Hey,” Alex responds, voice carefully flat.

Michael hesitates before going to take his boots off, eyes flicking up, then down to fidget with the laces, then up again, then down, just waiting for Alex to tell him to go. Alex hates that too. Hates the echo calling him pathetic in the back of his mind, needy and clinging and weak, and god, Alex is just so fucking tired. Of all of it. Of the job where he’s surrounded by people he can’t stand, constantly reminded of his father, of war, of grief and murder. Of the brain that won’t let him get a good night’s sleep and tortures him with words he’d never say out loud. Of every inch of his body that hurts, of what’s been taken from him, of the fight to get it to function on days like today, clawing his bloody way up the slope.

Michael straightens back up. Rolls up onto the balls of his feet, like he might into a kiss. Nods to himself, then Alex blinks his heavy eyes, and Michael is there, inches from him, eyes green and gold and warm. Alex imagines he can already feel the bathwater body heat Michael always supplies, sinking into his skin better than any heating pad or hot soak.

“Bad day?”

“You could say that.”

Buffy shifts her head on Alex’s knee; she stands, sits, licks Alex a couple more times, her eyes staring soulfully up at Michael. Michael ducks his head on a little laugh and pats her head with a good girl.

Michael sits on the arm of the couch and slowly, so slowly, giving Alex all the time in the world to pull away, reaches over to stroke the back of his fingers against Alex’s temple. “Hey. What can I do? Anything, I’m yours.”

“Just.” Alex takes a deep breath. Can’t look at him. “I’m sorry. For whatever I do tonight. You probably shouldn’t have come. I’m going to be shit company.”

“We’re both here. I think we can make something out of that no matter the circumstances, yeah?”

How can Michael just say things like that, every time? It isn’t fair. Especially when there are so many ways he could be proven wrong. So many ways Alex knows how to hurt him, to tear down everything they’re building.

“I’m gone if you want me gone; I’ll give you the space, but you’ve gotta say it. And it’s okay if you do. It’s not like before.”

Michael’s fingers make another slow pass, lingering this time, his thumb gentle on the shell of Alex’s ear, making him shiver at that delicate touch.

Selfish. It’s selfish to want Michael here  even though he’s bound to end up snapping at him, but—would it be so bad? To be selfish? Michael is a caretaker; it’s plain in the way he is with Isobel, even when he takes it too far. It’s plain in the way he keeps candy and coloring books stashed in his Airstream for the occasional kid dragged along by a parent getting their car fixed. And it’s never been more obvious than it is right now, with him practically vibrating to be allowed to take care of Alex.

Hell, maybe this is something Alex can, in some twisted way, do for Michael, too. Make something out of this shitty day.

“I want you to stay,” he manages, voice still flat, but it makes Michael light up regardless, and hell if it isn’t worth it.

“Thank you,” Michael says, and he nuzzles in to peck their lips together. Alex doesn’t let him get away, though, and weaves his fingers into those curls to hold him close for a longer, searching kiss that has Michael humming with joy by the time he pulls away. Alex could hold him tighter. Keep him in place longer. Pull him this way or that, and Michael would go. Something in Alex just settles and purrs at that knowledge.

“I’ll make dinner and bring it to you. Couch or bed?”

“Hmm.” Alex twists a curl around his finger as he considers the question. It’s tempting to just go to bed, get through his nightly routine, and try and forget this day ever happened. But if he stays here on the couch, he has a clear line of sight into the tiny kitchen, where he can watch Michael cooking, hyperactive and hectic, bouncing from counter to cabinet to fridge to stove and back again, Buffy alert and bobbing and weaving at his feet for any scraps. “Couch,” he says, “but I’m not really hungry. Just…sit for a while.”

Michael obeys easily, sliding himself onto the couch beside Alex, urging him to sit back and relax with his broad, warm hand rubbing across Alex’s shoulders and back, taking the tension there with him.

“Go ahead and take your leg off,” he says, eyes shining, “I’ll take care of it. You. Everything.”

So Alex does, and by the time he’s done, a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers has arrived on the side table. Alex takes two, and then Michael coaxes him into laying his legs over his lap, his one hand gently stroking the remainder leg, mindful of its sensitivity and swelling, and the other massaging his sore foot. So talented with his hands Alex tips his head back, lets his eyes shut, and groans his approval.

Minutes later, he opens his eyes again, and he sees—

Michael in profile, his curls messy across his forehead, his eyes hooded as he looks down to watch himself work, soothing a pain Alex hadn’t even realized he was carrying. So content he’s almost smug. A little smile on his face. It’s so simple, a tiny act of love, of service, but it makes a change in Michael. Makes him softer. And this time, anger left sated and silent within him, Alex can be happy about that.

The electric kettle goes off in the kitchen, sudden and hissing, and Alex jumps at the sound.

“Just me,” Michael murmurs, stroking his hand up to Alex’s hip, looking up at him through his lashes with that same contented smile. A couple moments later, a mug floats out of the kitchen and into Alex’s hands. His favorite tea. His favorite mug—one Maria made for him at one of those paint your own dish birthday parties when they were eight. And Michael, bending over to kiss the back of his hand, not even asking for a thank you.

“I.” Alex has to cough, take a swallow of tea, or else he might get choked up. “Had a really bad day.”

It’s stupid—Alex feels a little stupid for repeating himself. Like it’s not obvious. Like he’s some little kid begging for reassurance.

But Michael just says, “Yeah.” And leans over to mush a kiss to Alex’s shoulder, still cradling his legs so carefully in his lap so Alex doesn’t get jostled by his movement. “Thank you for letting me share this part of it. And maybe do a little bit to make the night less shit.”

And Alex strokes his hair, pets him ‘til he’s purring, sleepy eyes still alert enough to watch Alex with fond focus.

“You have,” he says, “you already have.”

[foramomentonly]

Nail In My Coffin, Part Three

Part One    Part Two

Summary: Alex and Kyle are fashion designers on a Next In Fashion style reality show. Michael is their model. Dom/sub elements. Prompt courtesy of @signoraviolettavalery .

Author’s Note: This comes after Parts One and Two chronologically, but I will most likely include later parts that occur before this one.

The Spanish was done to the best of my limited abilities. If it’s wrong or straight up gibberish, I’d love to be corrected.

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Alex has been expecting this, is honestly surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. 

They’ve used Michael as their model the past three challenges and coasted through each one. They didn’t win streetwear—and weren’t expecting to—but they weren’t up for elimination and they came close to taking the past two challenges. And while Alex isn’t humble enough to think it’s all Michael selling their designs on the runway with his languid stride and truly indecent head tilt, it’s clear he’s an asset, and he’s becoming a highly-coveted commodity in the workroom. Alex breathed these exact sentiments into his ear just the other afternoon, pressing Michael against the wall of the studio bathroom with his whole body, one hand fisting both their cocks and the other gripping Michael’s chin, two fingers stuffed in his mouth to keep him quiet. Michael came so hard at the praise and the wicked twist of Alex’s wrist that he bit down hard enough to break the skin of Alex’s fingers, and Alex is only lucky it’s so common for designers to have multiple bandaged digits. 

So he’s isn’t shocked at all when the judges gather them together, models and designers alike, and announce that they’re switching things up, and each team will choose a new model.

What he isn’t prepared for is Michael’s reaction. He’s picked up quickly by a team of sisters who create their own graphic prints and patterns for all their fabrics. Alex tries to stay attune to him throughout the week—they’re only a few work stations away—but he has his own project to focus on and he’s been designing with Michael’s body in mind—not to mention under his hands—for so long that the transition is jarring. He hears little bits of gossip, mostly through Kyle, though, and it’s not good. There are ridiculous rumors about sabotage, that Michael has agreed to phone it in with other teams to boost Alex and Kyle’s chances in exchange for regular work once the show wraps. And then there are the jokes about Michael preferring Alex’s “firm hand” that leave Alex livid and Kyle looking uncomfortable. It doesn’t help that Michael and Rosa, the visionary behind the sisters’ dynamic prints, are clashing. He’s sullen and moody, and he doesn’t respond well to Rosa’s dry humor and abstract direction. 

A day before the runway shoot, during their initial fittings, Alex and Kyle are discussing the hem of a skirt with their new model Maria when there is a frustrated growl from their left, followed by a loud rip.

“¡Que chingados estás haciendo!” Rosa shouts, and Michael glares at her. 

The seam on the right sleeve of the shirt he’s wearing is torn, and Michael is looking from Rosa to the loose fabric hanging off his shoulder and back again. He gestures to the sleeve and spits something indiscernible back at her, and Rosa throws up her hands. Her sister Liz waves her off and puts a hand on Michael’s arm, and he seems to soften just a bit, but his eyes flit towards Alex and back again restlessly. Alex forces himself to turn back to his own work.

Then there’s Michael’s runway performance. He doesn’t trip or miss a mark—he’s a professional, after all—but his walk is listless and his expression under the bright, colorful make-up he’s wearing is severe, off-putting. In the designer’s lounge, Rosa is fuming, hissing at Liz in rapid-fire Spanish Alex couldn’t hope to follow, but based on the way Kyle winces, she’s not being kind. At the judge’s panel they receive warm, if muted praise for their design, and Alex credits Rosa for not publicly calling out Michael’s underwhelming display. But even the judges notice, and one asks Michael kindly if he’s feeling all right.

“Just having an off week,” he mumbles, and the judges commiserate before moving on. 

Alex watches Michael change quickly and escape out of the studio minutes after his team's post-runway interview is through, and he decides to take a necessary risk. He pulls out his phone while Maria slips behind their privacy partition and sends Michael a text.

My room at 10:30.

Michael responds instantly.

You got it, Captain.

***

Michael begins to babble the second the door to Alex’s room safely shuts behind him.

“I’m so sorry,” he says miserably. “I fucked up, I shouldn’t have let it get to me. I just hated having someone else’s hands on me and I-”

“On your knees,” Alex interrupts him.

Michael blinks and begins to lower himself, but there’s a flash of panic in his eyes that has Alex stepping forward to stop him, the hand not on his crutch gripping his bicep gently.

“Wait,” Alex says, “wait. I messed up. I didn’t check in with you first. I’m sorry.” 

Michael straightens and faces him.

“I know that you had a tough week,” Alex says, “and I want to give you what you need right now. But this isn’t a punishment. I need you to know that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Alex pauses, searching Michael’s eyes for understanding. He looks worn down and a little hesitant, but as Alex’s words sink in his eyes gleam a little brighter.

“I want to give you what you need, sweetheart,” Alex says, and Michael’s cheeks flush, “but I need you to tell me exactly what that is so I don’t mess up and make things worse like I almost did just now.”

Michael pauses, looking uncertain.

“Take your time,” Alex soothes.

“I want to be good for you,” Michael whispers, “I just want to show you I can be good.”

“You are good for me,” Alex assures him, “you always are. What do you want tonight?”

Michael shuts his eyes and breathes deep.

“I want to feel like I’m yours again,” he whines softly. “I hated this week, I hated feeling like I didn’t belong to you anymore.”

His eyes open and they’re dark and hazy. Alex feels his cock fill at the sight of his needy gaze.

“On your knees,” he breathes, gentler this time, and Michael hits the floor in front of him.

Alex takes a step back and lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, laying his crutch on the floor beside him. He’d debated leaving his prosthetic on before Michael arrived, not wanting to limit himself or what he could give, but it had been a long day on his feet and his leg was already stiff, hip aching. He was settling into the idea of exposing the more vulnerable parts of his identity, of his life to someone other than Kyle, but this is the first time he’ll be naked in this way during a scene. It feels like a turning point.

Alex spreads his legs wide and curls a finger at Michael.

“Come here.”

Michael moves unsteadily on his knees until he’s kneeling between Alex’s legs. He sits back on his heels and rests his hands on the top of his thighs, looking up at Alex eagerly. Alex chuckles.

“Look at you,” he coos, “so perfect on your knees for me.”

He reaches out and cups Michael’s face gently in his hands, guiding him up and pulling him close. Alex holds him there for just a moment, noses brushing, Michael’s warm breath on his cheek. Michael whimpers softly and something in Alex breaks wide open. He crashes forward, pulling Michael into a kiss that’s all tongue and wet heat. His hands slide into Michael’s curls and tug lightly, biting down on Michael’s bottom lip when he moans into Alex’s mouth. Michael’s hands slide up his thighs, squeezing and kneading his aching muscles. Alex tilts his head back and groans, letting Michael suck wet kisses up the column of his neck. Hands sliding down to Michael’s shoulders, Alex pushes him gently back until he’s settled again on his heels. Alex takes a moment to refocus, watching Michael succumb to the comfort of Alex’s control. He’s still and whining softly, pupils blown and cock a hard line against his thigh, a dark spot staining his jeans where he’s leaking precum. He looks gorgeous, already wrecked, and Alex decides to play with him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart,” he purrs, and Michael sinks further into his focused haze. “Think about you all the time. Fantasize about you. Your long legs and that stupid curl that’s always in your eyes.”

Alex watches Michael watching him, waits until he can catch his heated gaze before continuing.

“Your mouth,” he breathes, spreading his legs wider and squeezing his aching cock through his sweatpants, holding Michael’s gaze throughout. “You’re so good with that gorgeous mouth, baby, God.” 

Alex throws his head back as he snakes his hand into his pants, stroking himself slowly, deliberately. He hears Michael shift and whine, but ignores him, his breath catching as he rolls the head of his cock between his fingers.

“Dream about it,” he pants, leaning back on one elbow to give Michael a view of the long line of his torso. He’s already shirtless and he knows the hard muscles of his abdomen make Michael’s mouth water. “Dream about you on your knees, sucking me under the table while I work. I wake up so hard for you, Michael.”

“Alex,” Michael pleads, and Alex tilts his head forward to find Michael up on his knees again, practically drooling, eyes wide and locked on where Alex is stroking himself inside his sweats. 

Alex smirks, looks down at himself casually.

“Did you want to help, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, and Michael nods eagerly, still focused on the movement of Alex’s hand. The waistband of his sweats snaps against his stomach as Alex pulls out his hand and leans back on both elbows across the bed, spreading himself open for Michael.

“Use your words,” he teases, “and look at me.”

Michael tears his eyes away from Alex’s body and meets his gaze, saying, “Please let me blow you, Captain.”

Alex makes a sweeping motion with his hand, a silent go ahead, and Michael leans forward, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alex’s sweats and dragging them down when Alex raises his hips. He hovers over Alex’s lap and grips his cock at the base, licking his lips. His tongue sneaks out for a taste of the liquid welling at the tip and he groans, sinking down until his lips meet his own fingers in one sudden movement. Alex’s toes curl as his whole universe is reduced to the wet heat of Michael’s mouth enveloping him. Michael draws his lips back up slowly, his tongue tracing the thick vein on Alex’s shaft and curling around the head.

“Dream about this, too,” he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive head of Alex’s cock and sending shivers up his spine. Michael takes a deep, trembling breath and takes Alex’s wrist, guiding it to the back of his neck as he sinks down again onto his cock. Alex squeezes his neck lightly, hissing as Michael begins to work him over with his mouth and hand, sucking and twisting in a steady rhythm. From his position on his elbow Alex has a glorious view of Michael’s red mouth swallowing his cock over and over.

“God, your mouth,” he moans almost unconsciously, moving his hand from Michael’s neck to his jaw, feeling it work around him and tracing the corner of Michael’s mouth with his thumb. Michael pulls his hand away and slides his mouth lower still, taking Alex’s cock into the back of his throat. He holds himself there and groans, sending vibrations shooting up Alex’s cock and making him curl in on himself, his hands flying to Michael’s head to keep him in place. 

“Oh, fuck,” he cries, working his hips in shallow pumps. But it’s too much and he feels Michael choke around him. He uses his grip in Michael’s hair to pull him off.

“Yellow,” Michael rasps before Alex can even ask, resting his cheek against Alex’s thigh and breathing unevenly. “I just need a minute.”

“Take your time,” Alex says, stroking his sweaty hair away from his face. “You can finish me off with your hand, if you want.”

Michael swallows and wraps his fingers around Alex’s shaft, squeezing. 

“Will you still come in my mouth?” he asks, and Alex groans.

“Jesus. Course I will, sweetheart.”

Alex isn’t going to last, between the scratch of Michael’s voice, his filthy request, and the way he’s squeezing the head of Alex’s cock with every pass. Alex leans back as Michael rises up to curl over his lap, stroking faster over his length as Alex’s moans and works his hips.

“Gonna come,” Alex warns, dropping his head back. He feels Michael wrap his lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard, and Alex cries out as he shoots down Michael’s throat and across his lips when he pulls off Alex’s cock, still working him over with insistent fingers. 

Alex is still breathing heavy, but he sits up and cups Michael’s jaw, watches him lazily licking Alex’s cum off his lips and hand.

“Do you want-” Alex starts, but Michael shakes his head, looking shamelessly down his own body. Alex follows his gaze and huffs a laugh. Michael pulls his hand out of his open pants, sticky with his own release.

“Oops,” he says smugly, and Alex raises an eyebrow at him.

“Do you want to be punished?”

Michael grins lazily and shrugs. 

“Another time I could be into it.”

Alex smiles softly at him, shaking his head. 

“Go to the bathroom and bring me a wet towel,” he says. Michael uses Alex’s thighs for leverage as he stands, stealing a kiss when he’s at eye level.

When he comes back, Alex has his pants on and Michael tilts his head in confusion. Alex doesn’t explain, just holds out his hand. Michael hands him the towel.

“Good boy. Now, strip.”

When Michael is completely naked Alex beckons him closer.

“Lean down,” he says, and when Michael bends to his level Alex catches his face in his hands and wipes the warm, wet cloth over his mouth and cheek, cleaning up his mess. Alex meets his eyes, gaze warm and steady, and Michael’s face breaks open, happy and dazed. Alex takes each of Michael’s hands in his and works the towel over them, then instructs him to stand as he gently wipes Michael’s stomach and groin, folding the towel over to a clean section before he passes it over his soft cock. When he’s through, he tosses the towel aside and points to the dresser behind Michael.

“Bring those to me.”

Michael hands Alex the worn tee shirt and sweatpants folded neatly on the top of the dresser. Alex shakes out the sweats—they aren’t brand new, but they’re new enough that he hasn’t cut and tied off the leg yet.

“I want to dress you,” he says, looking away as a rush of shame and uncertainty passes over him, “but I can’t do that standing. Will you-”

He feels Michael’s hands on his shoulders and he looks up. Michael stands before him, bracing himself on Alex with one leg raised in the air, bent at a 90-degree angle. Alex fumbles for a moment, but slides the sweats on one leg at a time this way, pulling them up Michael’s hips slowly. Michael squats so Alex can tug the shirt over his head, and Michael’s fingers linger on the faded Air Force emblem on the chest. 

“How do you feel?” Alex asks softly.

“Warm, safe,” Michael answers honestly. “Owned.”

Alex pulls him in close, kissing him slowly and drawing out a soft whimper when he sucks lightly on Michael’s bottom lip.

“Keep them,” Alex breathes, clasping Michael’s hand over the seal on his chest. “Wear them when you feel like you did this week. I don’t care who notices.”

He meets Michael’s amber eyes and strokes his jaw, soothing Michael’s hesitation.

“I take care of what’s mine.”

[spaceskam]

don’t lose your head

inspired by all you wanna do from six 

ao3

“For a soldier who stands in restrictive armor for most of his life, you’re quite flexible.”

“And good morning to you, My King.”

Michael couldn’t help himself as he traced the muscles on his soldier’s back. This was one of the benefits of being a king in a matriarchal country. He just had to look pretty and be loved by the people with frequent social events, and everyone would turn a blind eye to what else he got up to. Sure, there were other kingly duties, but most of that was handled by his wife’s mistress and beloved Dutchess, Rosa Ortecho. It left plenty of time for him to seduce men and women around the kingdom. For the last two months, though, he’d been stuck on High General Alexander Manes.

Michael hadn’t actually seen him without his helmet before the queen had begun requesting his presence at meetings, only hear of his legacy and his reputation. He was a fearsome warrior who worked his way up the ranks at a young age, proving his worth and loyalty. Even when he’d gotten hurt and lost his leg in battle, he quickly found a way to get back to his post. His new leg was funded by Queen Maria herself, a brilliant meld of iron and steel and surprisingly functional. He used a cane most of the time just in case, but Michael had seen him go just fine without it. Hell, he’d gone to battle without it. He was a warrior if there ever was one.

Which is why Michael was very shocked to see him without his helmet and in casual armor. He’d strolled into the meeting looking like something out of a painting. Actually, better. He was glorious and surprisingly kind and Michael had decided then that he’d be his next prospect.

“I don’t know what’s got you so fascinated, but it tickles when you touch that scar,” Alex said, his morning voice deep and alluring. A smile found Michael’s face and he propped himself up to get a better view of his back. It was littered in scars, but Michael was pretty sure he knew which one he was talking about.

He moved down, keeping his eyes on the man as he pressed a wet kiss to a thick, nasty scar that was on his side. Alex tensed up, bumps rising on his tan skin.

“This one?”

“Yes.”

Michael moved further down, trailing kisses to his hips and over the curve of his bare ass. His hands slipped between his body and the mattress. Alex spread his legs a little wider, letting him fit between them and kiss him a little deeper.

“This alright?”

“Mmm…”

You see, there was a system on how to seduce someone as a married-for-necessity person. He’d learned to perfect it by watching Maria the moment they discussed their engagement at fifteen. She had no desire to marry a loud, controlling man and he had no desire to marry into a place where he would have to make life-altering decisions for thousands of people. And they both had no desire to enter a forced, loveless marriage. It was a perfect fit.

Like her, he would start his approach by staring. If they stared back, it meant they were probably interested. Step two involved light flirting, slowly hinting that you were open to some extramarital activities. If they flirted back, maybe a little touching, and threw in a few innuendos, it was time to move to step three. That was the fun part. He was on step three with Alex. Step four, however, was the worst and hardest. It included careful watching and listening over the entire affair. The moment it became clear they were in it to climb ranks or to undermind you‒they had to go.

Michael had gone threw a slew of men who only used him to learn about Maria in order to get her hand in marriage and many women who were trying to become the next queen. Basically, every person he’d been with had an ultier motive. It was exhausting and tore away at his self-worth if he let it. He’d gotten good at knowing the signs though‒it always started with an “I think we have a connection” or a “so tell me what that meeting was about”. Alex was the first person who he didn’t have to worry about. He was already highly ranked and already at the meetings.

That meant comfortable, carefree bliss.

“There’s something poetic about a king being obsessed with something so trivial, isn’t there, Your Majesty?” Alex mused, impressively levelheaded for a man who just came. Michael lightly bit at the firm skin of his ass, basically the only part of him that wasn’t scarred, before tossing the cloth he’d used to wipe up the mess and crawling back to lay beside him face-to-face.

“It isn’t ass I’m obsessed with, it’s yours. And stop calling me Your Majesty,” he said, a helpless smile on his face as he kissed Alex’s shoulder. Sometimes he felt like his obsession was with Alex in general.

“Mm, okay, Michael,” Alex said, his eyes fluttering open seconds before he leaned in for a kiss on the lips. Michael took great pride in Alex’s willingness to keep his eyes closed around him and his back to him. He was on high alert with everyone else. Except for Michael.

Who he called Michael.

Because they were on a first-name basis.

Michael began smiling so wide he couldn’t even kiss back. Alex let out a laugh so sweet it made flowers bloom. Bless all the gods in the universe for that sound.

“If it’s poetic for me, then it must be poetic for the High General to take out his unquenchable lust on another man, yes?” Michael asked. Alex rolled his eyes, gently gripping Michael’s jaw.

“I take nothing out on you, my love. This,” he paused, becoming achingly serious and began using that magnetic look that pulled Michael closer, “This is shared.”

Michael had no control as he closed the space between them. He was instantly engulfed in a welcoming embrace, Alex’s fingers caressing everything from his hair to his thighs. This was it. This was heaven. He planned to never let this moment end. Never, never, never ever, never, never, nev‒

“Alright, I’ve got duties to attend to,” Alex said, ruining the moment with a pat on Michael’s hip before he sat up.

“No,” Michael whined, reaching for him. Alex swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his prothetic. “Stay here,” Michael tried, chasing the peace by pressing feather-light kisses on his lower back.

“You can whine all you like, but I have to go. So do you. Or did you forget you promised to pay a visit to the orphanage today? Something about gathering requests for the Christmas gifts you and the queen plan to get for them, right?” Alex said, smiling over his shoulder before he stood. Michael watched helplessly as Alex stretched, all the muscles in his body tensing and flexing and looking positively obscene.

Yes, bless all the gods indeed.

“As much as I want to give the orphans my love and attention, I crave your affection so much more,” Michael admitted honestly, his fingers itching to reach out and pull Alex back into bed. He knew he couldn’t and he knew even better that, come sundown, Alex would let himself into the king’s chambers for the night, but it didn’t make it any easier to let him go.

“You are such a needy little king,” Alex said, but his grin was so wide it didn’t feel like an insult. He leaned over and gave him one last kiss before he got dressed with impressive speed. Michael didn’t bother moving as he watched the free show.

That is until he was smacked with a shirt to the face.

“Michael! The orphans!”

“You know, I could have you exiled for assaulting the king,” Michael grinned, slowly pulling himself up and out of bed. He kept his eyes on Alex as he made his way towards his wardrobe. It was hard to not look at Alex when he was in the room.

“You could, but I feel like you might miss the ass that you’re so obsessed with,” Alex said, smiling so sweetly as he fastened his sword and sheath at his hips.

“Perhaps I might miss all of you.”

Alex cocked an eyebrow and Michael tried to pretend that wasn’t as pathetic as it sounded by continuing to get dressed in his finest casual wear. White stockings with a tight white shirt covered the base layer of his daily wear. Over it, he placed a long, dark purple silk tunic that was embroidered with gold. It was formfitting and angular, specially designed for him and inspired by other kingdom’s princesses with the way it cascaded towards his feet which had caused slight controversy the first time he stepped out in one. He topped it off with a cloak that fastened at his shoulders, pooling near the hem of the tunic.

“You’re wearing that to meet with the orphans?” Alex asked. Michael blinked a few times and looked down at himself. It seemed normal enough.

“Last time I went, they liked the softness of the silk,” he replied. Alex just smiled and came near, pressing a few haphazard kisses to his cheeks and then to his lips.

“Now I really must go,” he said and Michael really hated he had to kiss him once again. It just reignited the urge to pull him back into bed. “I’ll see you tonight, my king.”

Michael went weak in the knees watching him walk away, that confident swagger in his step even with a false leg and a cane. He had caught himself against the wall as he let his mind go dizzy with desire. This was different, different than anything before. High General Alexander Manes was otherworldly perfection. This one is it. He couldn’t get over him.

Fuck.

-

“My gods, your face.”

“What?”

Queen Maria didn’t try to even hide her laughter the moment Michael walked into their dining hall. She was already sitting, proving that he was later than late this morning. He didn’t mind. He was still reeling from his revelation that he was possibly genuinely into Alex. That was terrifying, but the rest of their morning had gone so well that it almost didn’t seem so bad.

“You’re smile is so large I have to assume it hurts,” she pointed out, easily catching the attention of their dining company. He rolled his eyes and took his place beside where she was at the head of the table and across from Rosa.

“Good morning, Rosa, the person who isn’t making fun of my happiness,” he greeted. She smiled back.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Rosa said, laughing softly and shaking her head.

Rosa and Maria had met not long after the wedding. They’d been doing their job of meeting all the dukes and dutchesses and anyone of importance. Rosa was the daughter of one of the greater dukes and had taken his place in recent years. It gave her a reason to be in the castle often, to stay often. Maria had fallen in love quickly.

Michael had approached Maria one night when he assumed she felt like he was feeling right now, just a little too blissful in a scary situation. It was one thing to have mistresses, it was another thing to grow attached to them. One couldn’t form romantic attachments in their positions. They had spoken about it at length and Maria decided she was worth the risk. So they trusted Rosa together.

She hadn’t let them down.

It was risky and dangerous, especially when it had to be so very hushed, but they managed. And they mostly managed by everyone in the castle condoning it. Every person who stayed with them, all of their servants and every lord and lady, knew that the queen and king were a little more fluidly sexual than they liked to announce. No one said anything. If they perhaps accidentally spotted something, they stayed quiet. They made have sent smiles or knowing glances, but they were silent. Michael’s theory was that they had no plan to jeopardize Maria’s status as queen when she was the best one they’d had in generations.

“I don’t mean to make fun, I promise,” Maria said, though it felt like a lie, “Tell me, tell me, this smile is because of your new… sword, yes?” Michael narrowed his eyes at her.

“Yes.” He decided he’d play along. He planned to have a more in-depth conversation about it with her later whenever no one else was around. He needed to sort out his feelings.

“I think this is the longest you’ve had a single sword.”

“This is the longest one that didn’t prefer you.”

Maria rolled her eyes but didn’t hide her smile as she thanked one of the cooks for the plate they placed in front of her. Michael thanked her as well before turning his attention back to his wife.

“This sword is making you very happy. I really didn’t think it would be your type. It’s very, uh… heavy,” she said. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment until he got what she meant.

“What it’s done or can do means nothing to me. It’s what it does for me,” Michael said, hoping his words weren’t too obvious. They probably were. “I actually would like to discuss it with you later, if we can.”

Maria grinned with a level of genuine happiness that made him nervous.

“We can.”

-

“Tell me!”

The moment they were alone, Queen Maria turned into the little girl he’d grown up with who was so very eager to know who he kissed. As much as Michael wanted to be annoyed with the childish nature, he was just as eager to share. He’d spent all day at the orphanage with Alex on his mind. It made it very hard to remember everything they’d said and he hoped someone wrote it down or else he’d feel really bad come Christmas.

“Maria, I can’t even process this fully, I feel like I’m floating when I’m with him,” Michael admitted, letting her grab his hands and pull him further into her chambers, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“He’s so beautiful, Maria. I didn’t know a warrior could be like him. He’s so kind and warm and he’s playful too! This is the first person who actually makes me forget my status for a moment, we’re just… us. We’re not a warrior and a king, we’re just Michael and Alex. He calls me Michael, Maria. I hadn’t even realized it until this morning how gone I am. I-I feel like I can finally breathe, but also like I’m going to vomit,” Michael said, trying to articulate all the things that Alex made him feel. It was difficult because he felt so much. “I’m comfortable with him. For once, I’m just… comfortable.”

Maria gave an adoring pout, resting her palms on his cheeks. Maybe she had a point earlier. His face was starting to hurt due to how much he was smiling.

“Does he feel the same?”

“I don’t know, maybe? He seems comfortable with me. It’s like he lets his guard down for me,” Michael tried, resting his forehead against hers. She was his safe place, she always had been. She was the one person who he could trust without question with absolutely anything.

It was strange that Alex was starting to feel like another safe place after such a short amount of time.

“He told me this morning that what we have is shared, that it’s not just lust. That means he has to feel the same, doesn’t it?” Michael asked softly. She smiled, rubbing her thumb over his cheek as she nodded.

“I think so.”

-

A knock echoed through Michael’s chambers seconds before Alex peeked his head through the door. Seeing his face again after a long day felt heavenly.

“Alex,” Michael greeted happily as he pulled off his tunic. Alex smiled nicely as he walked inside, closing the door securely behind him. He unbuckled the belt of his sheath, letting it fall to the floor without a thought as he neared him.

“I have had quite a day, my love,” Alex sighed, stripping as he came near. Michael took a deep breath before quickly doing the same. “I’m sure you had to train in sparing before. Were you as incompetent as all the young lords are?”

“Probably more so,” Michael admitted as Alex placed his cane to the side and rested his head against Michael’s collarbone. He wrapped his arms around the soldier.

“I suppose. I just have to have some incredible patience for them that I find hard to grasp. Was your day of children less bothersome?” he asked. Michael quirked a little smile. Talking about his day? In a non-political fashion?

How domestic.

“Yes,” he responded, kissing his bare shoulder, “We just played games all day. I sword fought with a few of them, though it was with sticks. Played dolls with another few. This little girl kicked my ass at swords though, I’m sure you could bring her in and she’d show up all those little lords you’re training.” Alex let out a laugh, lifting his head and resting against Michael’s forehead.

“Really? You should invite her next sparing session. I’d enjoy seeing some talent,” he suggested, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. God, he was beautiful.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You’re a good king, you know,” Alex whispered, his fingers dancing across Michael’s waist.

“I am?” he said, pulling Alex just a bit closer. Alex led him the rest of the way until they were hip to hip.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what you know of the old king since you grew up elsewhere, but he was the worst. His main purpose was to make the public love him and he couldn’t even do that. But it’s nearly impossible not to love you and you’re so very involved. You’re good at your job. Of what you do of it, anyway, since I know you put stuff on others,” Alex said, giving him an open-mouthed kiss that trailed towards his jaw and neck. It made it so easy to forget that Alex was talking about him politically, the first omen.

“You do your job well too,” Michael responded. His eyes fell closed at the feeling of his kisses.

“Oh? You know what I do?”

“Um… fight?” Michael answered dumbly. He knew it was dumb, but he couldn’t help himself. War and fighting and armies never interested him and, while he’d been taught all the jobs, he’d forgotten. They seemed unimportant when he didn’t have to deal with them. And, even though he cared deeply for Alex, they didn’t talk about what he did. It felt taboo.

Still, Alex snickered against his neck and his hands moved down to grab Michael’s ass so firmly that it brought the king to his toes.

“I think it’s just to please you at this point.” Michael threw his arms around Alex’s neck and let himself be led towards the bed.

“I mean if that’s what you want…”

A light squeal fell from his lips as Alex threw him down onto the bed, kneeling beside him as he left kisses up his stomach. He only paused for a moment to remove his false leg before climbing onto Michael completely. He held him close.

Kisses were shared as they made their way beneath the sheets. For a soldier, Alex’s kisses were soft and felt like being wrapped up in the world’s comfiest fabric. They were just so perfect. Michael couldn’t help but know how well they fit. It was like their bodies had been crafted with the other in mind. It was overwhelming.

“Can I say something and you promise not to make fun of me?” Alex whispered as he rested his chin against Michael’s chest. It wasn’t very often, but Michael would be lying if he said he didn’t cherish the nights they just talked, no sex necessary. It made it sort of special. Of course, he loved the sex too. Definitely loved that.

“I never make fun,” Michael promised, combing his fingers through Alex’s hair. It was long and typically kept back in secure braids, but not tonight.

“Okay. Well… I really like what we have between us. It feels special. It doesn’t make sense for the two of us to have this kind of… connection. But we do. We do and it’s… I don’t know what else to say other than I feel tied to you on a different level. We’re connected. Do you agree?”

Oh.

The exact words.

Michael’s chest grew heavy as he stared at the man he trusted not to do this. Trusted to be different, to genuinely care. But maybe it was a coincidence and he meant it. Michael felt that connection. Then again, he’d felt it before. Maybe not as strong, but… it was there. He bought it before.

Michael flipped them over. Maybe if he made it a little less sweet and brought it back to how it was, then it would be okay. He enjoyed the sweetness, but not if it was at a cost to him. A cost to them. He kissed on his chest a little before grabbing his knee, pulling it up to put on his shoulder.

“Wait, wait,” Alex laughed, prying Michael’s fingers off his knee, “Can we save that for the morning? I’d like to just lay here with you. I’m too tired.” Michael thought about it for a moment. Technically, he could tell Alex no. Technically, as king, he could do what he wanted.

But somehow that felt wrong and he rolled to his side of the bed.

“Is everything alright?” Alex wondered for a moment of them laying on opposite sides of the bed without touching. Michael didn’t know what to do. He’d ignored so many omens because he wanted Alex to be honest and true. He liked that he didn’t have to worry with Alex.

Now he was worrying.

“I think you should sleep in your own chambers tonight,” Michael decided. Alex had managed to say both of the omens in one night. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That was on purpose.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Alex asked. He looked so sincere that it hurt. “I didn’t mean to undermine you, Michael, I‒”

“I am your king,” Michael said firmly, watching Alex flinch as if he’d hit him, “You will address me as such.”

Alex gave a moment to look wounded before it quickly was covered up with a level of stoicism Michael hadn’t seen since he’d first walked into that meeting two months prior. He wanted to take it back, to plead him to stay, but then that’d just show Alex how much control he has. Not only that, but it would show weakness. Funny how a day can start so well and end so poorly.

“You’re right. I will, Your Majesty.” Venom dripped from his tone as he quickly put his leg back on and dressed even faster.

He was out the door before Michael could risk calling him back.

-

Sleeping alone after weeks of having a bed partner was horrible.

It was colder, darker. He could hear every creek, every footstep. It was horrible. All he wanted was Alex. But that wasn’t an option because he kicked Alex out because Alex was using him. Alex was using him.

Michael tossed and turned for a few more minutes before he decided that sleeping in a bed that smelled of Alex was torture and he needed to go elsewhere. Even if it was the middle of the night and he looked far less than presentable.

He quickly got dressed and made his way down the hall towards Maria’s chambers. He needed her advice. Or just needed her in general. He stepped up to her door and gave her a trio of knocks in warning before he stepped inside. Both women sat up quickly.

“Dutchess, would you mind if I have my wife for the night?” he asked simply, not really going to take no for an answer. Rosa nodded and slipped out of bed, passing him with a concerned smile.

“Sleep well, Your Majesty.”

“Michael,” Maria said once they were alone, “What’s wrong?”

At that moment, the build-up of the last few hours seemed to breakthrough. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to contain himself, but that didn’t last long before fat, pathetic tears started making their way down his face. She sat up even straighter.

“Alex… Why did I think he was different?”

“Oh, Michael.”

He instantly went to lay beside her, crying into her shoulder as she held him and rubbed his back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so hurt over being betrayed. Usually, though, he could expect it, they seemed the type. Alex didn’t. He was already highly ranked, what did he have to gain? Maybe he was just trying to overthrow Maria.

“It just doesn’t seem like the High General to try to sleep his way to the top. Besides, he’s already at the top of his profession. Perhaps you misunderstood,” Maria suggested, combing through his hair. Michael sniffled.

“That’s what I thought, but he said everything they always do. He said that we had a connection and kept bringing up politics. Why do they all do that? Is there a handbook?” he asked weakly. She sighed. “And then I thought about how he’s so young. When is the last time we had a High General under the age of 40? And here he is, getting the title at 24. Maybe he slept his way to the top for that.”

“Maybe,” she sighed.

“I just… I thought he was different.”

“I know.”

They were quiet for a little while longer, her whispering her warm sentiments that it would be okay. It was always okay. He always healed after someone hurt him.

It just really didn’t feel like it this time.

-

Seeing Alex at the next meeting was harder than he anticipated.

Michael had kicked Rosa out of the queen’s bed four times before he began feeling bad about it and went back to try sleeping alone. He wasn’t getting much sleep at all. He’d gotten the servants to wash his sheets multiple times, but it seemed the smell of Alex had embedded itself into the mattress. It was a lost cause.

That being said, seeing him again was a lot harder than it should’ve been. Typically, if he had to see his paramours after it was over, he was more annoyed than anything. With Alex, it just took every bit of self-control not to beg him to come back and be true.

“Have you begun planning the winter’s ball, Your Majesty?”

Michael had to force himself to stop staring down Alex to realize he was being spoken to.

“Not yet. I was actually going to ask the Dutchess’ sister to help me again this year,” Michael said. Elizabeth Ortecho was a force to be reckoned with and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to seduce her in the past. She’d said she had no interest in sleeping with him for favors but that hadn’t been what he had in mind. He more so just enjoyed spending time with her. It helped that she was gorgeous and commanding.

Maybe his attraction to Alex made a little more sense than he thought.

“I’ll reach out to her for you,” Rosa stated, smiling at him. He nodded his thanks before turning his eyes back to Alex.

Michael didn’t know why he kept staring. It’s not like he could reach out and touch, it’s not like he would benefit from staring, it’s not like he would come back. In fact, Alex shockingly cut himself almost completely off. He only addressed him when he had to. Everyone in the past had tried to get back in Michael’s good graces for weeks, if not longer, after he ended it. Alex had just accepted it. That hurt more than he could’ve known. It was almost infuriating.

No, it was infuriating.

Once the meeting was over, Michael made sure to catch Alex before he could completely disappear to wherever the High General disappears to. It was absolutely his fault whenever Alex responded to this by slamming him into the wall and throwing him on the ground. Still, Alex’s eyes widened in panic as he scrambled to help Michael up even when Michael knew it hurt him to bend down. But he understood why he was acting this way‒there were witnesses.

“Your Majesty, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it was you, please forgive me. I never would’ve if I knew it was‒-”

“No, it’s alright. I should’ve known better than to catch a soldier off guard,” Michael said. Now that he was in front of Alex, speaking to Alex, he had no idea what the plan was. No matter how much he missed him, he still used him. That wasn’t something he could just ignore.

“Is there something I can do for you, Your Majesty?” Alex asked, standing tall with his hands clasped behind his back. Michael rubbed the back of his head, willing away the dull pain that was brewing from it hitting the floor. He was aching just enough to be stupid.

“I would like to speak with you privately if you have a moment, High General,” he said as if he had something to say. Alex clenched his jaw and looked around, probably seeing if he could deny the king with the people watching. Apparently, he decided that he couldn’t.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Michael led him to the small-ish corridor and, the moment they were alone, it got even more uncomfortable. Which was a shame because it was never uncomfortable between them. Not until now.

“What do you need from me, Your Majesty?” Alex said, this time holding a lot more venom than it had when other people were around. Michael just stared at him, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. What could he say?

“What did you get out of being with me?” he blurted out. Alex huffed a laugh, licking his lips so slow that Michael couldn’t help but stare.

“Is that a serious question?”

“Yes,” Michael answered. He had been confused about what exactly Alex was getting out of using the king and the only thing he could come up with was that he was trying to overthrow the government. That was the only step up.

Alex tilted his head back and took a slow, deep breath. “Do you understand that you’ve reinforced a power dynamic? I can’t say anything in full honesty in fear of upsetting you because you have the power to exile me. We had done away with that. You brought it back. Is that understood before I speak?” Michael gulped softly. He didn’t want that. He wanted Alex to be his equal.

“You can tell me anything, I won’t get angry,” he said, preparing himself to be told that he was being used. He knew it. He needed to hear it. “There’s no power imbalance here, not when it’s just me and you.”

“Are you sure about that, Your Majesty?” Alex said. Michael bit the inside of his cheek and nodded.

“Yes, Alex,” Michael responded. Alex took a heavy breath and looked around before looking Michael straight in the eyes.

“I loved you.” And Michael felt the air escape his lungs all at once. “That’s what I got out of it. I got something comforting and carefree which isn’t something I have ever experienced. And then I realized that I didn’t even know you, that we hadn’t really done much talking. Then the moment I try, you shut me out. You forced me back to being your lesser. I refuse to have a relationship like that, so, whatever it is you want, I don’t think I can give it to you.”

Michael didn’t like that. How did he manage to turn it against him? How was Michael the bad guy? How could he say that?

“No, that isn’t what happened,” Michael insisted. Alex raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, a condescending sexy smirk on his face. Gods, wouldn’t this be easier if he were ugly?

“Oh?”

“You-you used me. You were just sleeping with me to, to get to Maria or overthrow the government!” he accused. Alex’s eyes went wide before he started shaking with laughter, his palm pressed over his lips in some veiled attempt at hiding his reaction.

“My gods, how many people have done that to you? You poor thing,” he said, “Listen to me, Michael, if I’m allowed to address you as such, my intentions were true. Take that as you will.”

When he walked away, Micahel felt more confused than before.

-

“And he said his intentions were true! What does that mean?!”

Michael could hear Liz laughing at him as he paced back and forth in the large ballroom. He was supposed to be standing still for the tailor to work on his ball outfit, but he was far too distracted. Alex had taken over his entire mentality.

“Maybe it means his intentions were pure,” Liz responded and Micahel scoffed, “Maybe he truly wanted to get to know you.”

“Why would he go about it that way?!”

“Because that’s what people say!”

Michael huffed, letting the tailor force him to stay still and poke a few needles in the fabric. Liz crossed her arms as she neared him, smiling all the way.

“You’re so adamant to believe that no one can love you. That you can love them, but they can’t love you. Why do you always feel that way? This-this sword sounds very nice and a good fit,” Liz lectured. Michael’s bottom lip popped out in a pout.

“Well, if that’s true, then I messed it up far too much. It means it’s over. So why do I care?” Michael asked.

“Maybe because you love him too.”

They were silent for a moment as he considered this possibility. It would make sense. He knew he felt strongly about Alex, but love felt foreign. He loved Maria, he loved his mother, he loved food, he loved sex. But he did guess he hadn’t really considered anyone outside of Maria could want him around for more than his status. On top of that, he tried his damnedest not to fall too hard for anyone who fell into his bed. Granted, Alex was…

“Okay, well, I can’t do anything. I’ve messed it up,” he insisted, bouncing on his toes.

“Will you stop it?” his tailor scolded. He gave her a small smile before looking back to Liz.

“Look, Mikey‒”

“Stop calling me‒”

“Mikey, you just need to apologize,” Liz said firmly. His nose scrunched up at the thought. The whole fun part about becoming king was that you didn’t have to apologize. “Okay, you’re definitely not going to get your sword back with that attitude.”

Michael groaned, “I want him back, but I don’t know how to apologize.” Liz rolled his eyes, waving him off.

“Just go up to him and say that you’re sorry for accusing him of lying and that you would like your sword back,” Liz explained. A whine formed in the back of his throat at the idea. However, not having Alex with him was proving to be so much worse.

He could sacrifice a little pride for him.

-

Live music was playing, bodies were bustling, everyone looked great, and Alex was guarding the door.

“Can I have this dance, My King?” Maria asked, holding out her hand and stealing Michael’s attention from Alex. He smiled as he accepted the offer. “I heard Liz gave you some advice on your relationship with the High General.”

“She did, yes. She told me to apologize,” Michael told her. She did her best to hide the amusement she felt towards his hatred of the word, but it shone through. “I’m glad you all think it’s so funny.”

“You having to apologize isn’t funny. Your attitude about apologizing is what’s funny. Just do it. What’s the worst that can happen?” Maria asked. He pursed his lips, looking over to Alex who was still standing all stoically. He still looked gorgeous.

“He rejects me and I have to navigate the rest of my life around avoiding him,” Micahel answered. Maria snorted.

“Perhaps. But if it does work, then you have a guy who puts up with you and that’s a blessing,” she teased. And she had a point. Michael wasn’t stupid, he knew he was a lot. Alex seemed to take it in stride if he wasn’t making fun of him. Then, when he was making fun, it felt good. He wasn’t scared of him. “When do you plan on apologizing?”

“The moment I work up the courage,” he admitted. Maria scoffed and immediately stopped dancing.

“Go over there right now!” she insisted. His eyes went wide.

“I can’t just disappear, we have tons of company,” he pointed out and it really was a good excuse. Or, it would’ve been if he had known Maria a little less.

“I’ll cover for you. As long as you’re back within thirty minutes, no one should notice. Go, fix it.”

“But‒”

“No buts! Liz didn’t come down here to listen to your boy problems only for you not to listen, so go.”

Michael reluctantly listened, making his way to the man who had laughed in his face whenever he’d brought up his concerns. Maybe they were laughable, but Michael had dealt with too many people who had used him to feel trustworthy of a man who seemed to be reading from the same script.

However, he couldn’t help but remember being told that he was loved. And that Liz had rudely made him realize that he loved him too.

“High General,” Michael called when he got close. Alex allowed a fraction of a second to look confused before he went back to being serious. “May I speak with you alone?”

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, I’m guarding your event,” Alex responded, looking straight past him and not at him. Michael took a long breath. It would be so easy to walk away, to let this just be it.

But, damn it, he needed to apologize if he wanted anything.

And he wanted Alex.

“Could someone take your post? It’s important,” Michael said, pushing away his nerves. Alex looked him over before nodding and calling for another man to take his place. As they walked to find an empty space, Michael wondered if he would get to touch Alex again. It’d been two weeks and he longed to feel him once more.

Eventually, they found an empty room and Alex looked annoyed once again.

“Do you need to accuse me of trying to overthrow your wife again?” he sighed. He’d clearly moved past finding it funny and onto finding it offensive. Michael fiddled with the fabric of his cloak, trying to find the right words. “Well?’

“I think I love you,” he blurted, followed quickly by an, “I’m sorry.” Michael knew he’d fucked up the order‒or any semblance of courtesy‒but he just his words sit in the air as his face got hot.

“What are you sorry about?” Alex asked, still seeming skeptical but a lot less annoyed.

“I’m sorry I accused you of ill intentions. Everyone I’ve been with has used me and I suppose you were just too good to be true,” Michael explained. Alex nodded slowly, taking a step closer. Michael tried not to get too excited about that.

“I’m a soldier who is scarred head to toe and missing a limb with bad communication skills. That’s too good to be true?” Alex clarified, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re beautiful and strong and kind. You’re loyal to your country and loyal to me. You make me feel things I don’t understand and perhaps I got frightened by it. I was letting myself get too close, so I started seeing your honesty as betrayal,” Michael said. Alex took another step closer.

“And you think you love me for it?”

“I think,” he started before quickly stopping himself and shaking his head, “No, I know that I love you. I would like to go back to the way we were if that’s still an option.”

Alex grabbed the front of his dress, pulling him closer. Michael could feel his eyes grow wide. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he liked being this close. He really wanted to be this close a lot.

“Are you going to accuse me again, Michael?”

“Not unless you give me a valid reason.”

“Good.”

In a few seconds, Michael had Alex’s lips on his. It was amazing. Their time apart had only made him so eager to feel close to him again and truthfully, it was better than he remembered. Maybe the trust aspect helped. He didn’t know, he just knew he never wanted to stop.

“We need to get back,” Alex whispered, pulling away and leaving him wanting more.

“No.”

“Yes,” he laughed. Michael sighed and stole one last kiss before agreeing to reenter society. They had time. “I missed you, My King,” Alex added as they stepped back into the hall.

Michael let out a happy little sigh as he looked over to him. He had high hopes for a future of happiness if Alex was involved. Maybe the girls had a point. Apologizing wasn't so bad whenever it had a good outcome. No more not trusting. Everything was about trusting Alex.

Everything was Alex.

“I missed you more.”