#if you've been around awhile you know who these two are based off of

[solargeist]

i don't think i ever posted this ?? i couldn't find it on my blog, but i miss them .

The fragmented god

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Hangman Trying To Convince You To Go Out With Him

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Beer, flirtations, and teasing

Word Count: 1.4k

(A/N:) Wow! Look at me having a Top Gun idea in what seems like forever! I always love going back to movies I wrote so much for! But sometimes it takes a hot minute to get imagine ideas, but I had this idea a few weeks ago and it's been a little bit of a pain to get it from my brain into a post. But I finally succeeded and hopefully this makes the Hangman/ Glen Powell fangirlies happy! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Taglist: @chaoticcassidy, @the-marshals-wife, @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

The Hard Deck was more rowdy than it had been in awhile. With the Top Gun pilots celebrating a hard won victory, them and everyone on base had came in to celebrate. It was busy enough that Penny called in backup to help serve the rambunctious pilots who deserved every drink they ordered. It wasn't often that she called you in, but when Penny did you knew that the night was going to be a crazy one. You had a reputation amongst the pilots, as being no nonsense and out right refusing any advances towards you before the navy men even finished a sentence. While the rumors kept the majority of would be suitors away, it only made the top pilots in Top Gun more bold.

With drink orders coming in so fast that you were barely able to keep up with them. Penny stayed close by picking up the orders you couldn't handle and ringing up tabs. You didn't pay much attention to the people that came to the counter until a familiar uniform caught your eye.

"Give me just a second and I'll be right with you," you handed off two beer bottles before setting into opening several more.

"I'll wait all night for you if that's what it takes," the pilot replied.

You stiffened, recognizing that voice. He was a notorious flirt and never knew when to take no for an answer. It wasn't your first time dealing with him and this moment would not be the last either. No matter how many times you shot him down he always kept coming back, always cocky and sure of himself.

A few moments ago...

Hangman didn't know the definition of the word defeat and he had his eye on the prize. And that was taking out the most difficult female bartender in the Hard Deck's lineup.

"Dude," Coyote tugged on Hangman's arm stopping the pilot in his tracks. "When are you going to give up? She's shot down more pilots than Maverick has and Rooster crashed and burned just last night with her."

"That's Rooster," Hangman scoffed. "I'm different."

"No you're not. What is this the third time you've tried?"

"Fourth."

Coyote rolled his eyes but watched Hangman walk away.

Now....

"Oh great," you sighed, "it's you again."

Hangman chuckled leaning against the counter, trying to get as close as possible. You took a step back, removing the last bottle cap a little violently and passing the drinks out. Grabbing more you glared at him sending a cap flying in his direction.

"Aren't you glad to see me," Hangman asked.

"Not particularly. I don't have time for you."

"And here I thought that the whole world had time for me," he smirked.

Rolling your eyes you turned away, another group of people calling for your attention. But still though you had walked away, Hangman stayed. His eyes never leaving you, watching you closely. You tried ignoring him, but when that didn't work, you glared. That only made his grin widen and he gave you a little wave. You slammed glasses down a little harder than necessary as your patience was wearing thin.

"Why do we have to do this every time?"

"Because," Hangman purred, "I don't like taking no for an answer."

"I noticed."

Watching you intensely while you grabbed another bottle of beer, you removed the cap and took Hangman's hand. His fingers immediately curled around yours and you slapped them back open, causing him to jolt before you placed the cold glass bottle in his palm, then wrapped his fingers around it and waved your hand in a 'shoo' motion. Digging some money from your tip jar, you put the cash into the register, 'Shoo. It's on me. Have a nice life Bagman."

Hangman laughed, defeated once more but not done in the slightest as he made his way back to the pilots crowding into one corner of the bar. Laughing at him and pointing fingers in his direction. What they didn't know was he was wounded, but not crashing and burning just yet. He saw that glint in your eyes and he had to sink the hook in a little more and he would have you.

Hours later and Penny flipped the sign and locked the door. You were finishing cleaning up the last bit of the bar when a check was waved in front of your face.

"Thank you so much for coming in and helping out," she said taking a seat.

"No problem," you replied putting the check in your pocket.

"I see Hangman has taken quite a liking to you," she grinned mischeviously.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes, "don't remind me."

"He's not a bad guy."

"Sure if you like egotistical pilot maniacs. He's very obnoxious."

"Isn't that what makes him charming?"

"Absolutely not!"

Penny laughed before taking the rag from your hands, "Go on and go home. It's getting late."

"Let me know whenever you need help again."

Penny waved and you made sure to lock the door behind you. She wasn't lying that it was getting late as the sun had long ago set and quiet had settled over the beach. It was always a little creepy, especially the walk to your car. Normally you weren't scared but it was just a little off putting when no one was around and anything could happen.

"Leaving already?"

A voice sounded close by your shoulder causing you to jump and spin around. Hangman started to laugh at your startled expression, causing you to start punching him in the shoulder.

"Don't do that to me!"

"I was hoping you'd jump into my arms instead, I wasn't taking into account that you're a fighter. Can you please stop hitting me now?"

"Depends," you were fuming, "are you ready to stop being a jerk?!"

"Not particularly."

"Then I'm not done beating you yet!"

He let you get in a few more whacks before grabbing your fist and keeping a firm grip on it. You sucked in a breath, gaze flickering from his face to your joined hands back again to his face. He never stopped smiling.

"C'mon let me walk you to your car," Hangman cut the silence. The tension eased from your body and you tried yanking your hand away, only for him to tighten his grip. You huffed but relented, though you did start to protest when he intertwined your fingers together.

You could admit to yourself, that you did feel better that you weren't walking alone in the dark. Hangman had been waiting, not wanting to give up just yet as he really did like you. He just enjoyed aggravating you because you were so easily riled up.

"If you felt uncomfortable walking alone you could have said something to me," he mumbled rubbing at his neck.

"I appreciate it," you looked away squeezing his hand. "Maybe you aren't that major of an egotistical jerk."

Hangman laughed, releasing your hand so you can grab your car keys. "That makes me feel better then."

You unlocked the door and he opened the driver side door before you could even reach for the handle. Ushering you in he closed the door, letting you get buckled before leaning against the door. You rolled the window down and he stuck his head in.

"Thank you," you picked at the threads on the steering wheel.

"You're welcome," he tapped his fingers against your arm. "Does this mean that I'm growing on you?"

"Possibly."

"Think you could stomach a date with me?"

"I'll think about it."

"A kiss for your knight in a pilot uniform," he pointed to his lips.

"Absolutely not," you laughed rolling the window up causing him to hurry up and yank his head out. You backed up leaving Hangman in the headlights as he waved at you. For such a smug Top Gun pilot he could actually be really sweet. He wouldn't give up and you could respect that so for the first time you broke down.

Quickly rolling the window back down as you drove away you yelled out the window.

"Hey Bagman! Pick me up here tomorrow evening and buy me dinner!"

He laughed loudly, "It's a date!"

"Sure it is!"

You drove off, leaving an extremely happy pilot behind.

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

Pre-Deployment Rituals (SFW)

The pre-mission rituals of the 141 + König and Alejandro. (these are being turned into one shots...eventually)

Okay so first off, they get deployments 1 of 2 ways. 1. They're given no time, there's an emergency and they just have to go and all of the men react the same way, they're grabbing their gear, kissing you goodbye and then they're out the door.

The second way, they have notice, some times days, sometimes weeks depending on the situation.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is...well, Johnny. When he has enough notice, in between briefings he's spending all his time with you. You're going hiking (hand holding and laughter when you're falling all over the place because its cold rainy and muddy), having a bonfire at night, and the night before he leaves he's pulling you into a warm bath, holding you close and then showing you how much he loves you. In the morning, he wakes you up so that he can say goodbye, kissing you softly at the door and then heading out to where Simon is parked out front in his truck. He does not leave without giving a firm squeeze and smack on your ass, yelling that he'll see you soon as he runs to the truck with his bag in hand.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is sweet, he'll break the news that he's being deployed soon and then help you adjust. If its your first time going through a deployment with him, he's reassuring you, giving you resources and where to find support, there's a SO Support group made of civillians who's partners are in the military, one that you could lean heavily on. If you've been together awhile and its not your first deployment...well you know the routine, there's still worry and reassurances but he's more focused on spending time with you, you go for dinners, a nice long drive out of the city to watch the stars and then the night before your phones are off and you don't leave the house. The next morning he, he doesn't wake you, he hates the goodbye too much. Instead he kisses your forehead and lips softly, leaving a note on the kitchen table before he heads out.

Captain John Price

As soon as John is out of his meeting with Laswell and knows that he's being deployed, he's letting the rest of the team know and then wrapping up on base. He's heading directly to wherever you are. You're at work? Your coworkers know to let him in because if he's there it means he's either returning or going. If you're not working he's going directly home. Either way he's sitting you down, telling you without details that he's going to be leaving soon. If he's leaving within the next few days, you're calling out of work, if its in the next week or two? You plan accordingly. John has a lot of meetings for planning but when he's not in them, he's with you. He goes around the house making sure that anything that needs to be fixed is dealt with before he leaves, that stair is squeaky? Not anymore. Cupboard loose? Not when he's done.

You know that he's stressing, so you make home cooked meals, and curl up with him on the couch,. The night before you leave is spent slow dancing in the living room before you head to the bedroom, him worshipping you and promising he'll be home. You're awake before him, making sure his bag is ready and that he has a good breakfast. When he finally makes it into the kitchen, hair wet and gear on, he ends up lifting you to sit on the counter, kissing you until you can't breathe before he walks out the door.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Like when he comes home, Simon has a process, because he needs to get himself in the right frame of mind. When he gets the call/leaves the meeting he's already starting the process. His first step is to tell you, which is always hard because he knows that seeing him go from who he is at home, to being...Ghost, can be jarring, especially depending on how rapidly he has to do it. Simon at home, away from the mask, the battles and screams is caring, protective and warm. Ghost...is still protective, still loves you, but is more cold and detatched.

Step 2: Go away for a few days, he's bringing out the motorcycle and you're both hitting the open road (as long as there aren't a ton of meetings...then you get hours and not days). Once you're home, the transition from Simon to Ghost really begins. He starts to close off a bit, not all the way but just enough to start getting in the right headspace. He's calm, cool and collected while you're battling some inner turmoil. There's small touches here and there, a little kissing but he's focused. The night before he leaves, Simon he allows Simon to slip out just enough to show you he loves you, spending hours holding you and showing you that you are his...it starts out intimate but by the end of the night he's rougher as he becomes Ghost.

Step 3: The morning that he leaves you get up with him, helping him put his gear on. When you first got together he wouldn't let you, not wanting you to touch anything as if it would taint you. As each piece goes on, the pants, the boots, utility belt and vest, Simon slips deeper into his mind. Just before the mask goes on, he'll kiss you softly, whisper that he loves you and then...the mask is on and Ghost is here. He stares at you before squeezing your hand, grabbing his bag and leaving.

König

König is a big ball of anxiety on a good day, he finds out that he's being sent on assignment and the worry begins. He worries about how you'll take the news, how you'll cope and what happens if he doesn't come back to you. The days leading up to his departure are spent ensuring that you know that he loves you and you reassuring him that everything will be fine and not to worry about you. The night before he leaves he clings to you, relaxing and just being, before you both slip into a restless slumber. The morning that he leaves you have to wake him up, and when he wakes...the anxiety is gone, or at least well hidden because he has a job to do. You help with his gear, waiting until the end for his t-shirt mask. He kisses you softly as he leaves, not looking back.

Alejandro

I like to think that the Los Vaqueros aren't deployed in the same way that the others would be, they stay relatively close to home but do go to other areas of Mexico when needed, and sometimes further. However, Alejandro made it very clear that his family is kept hidden and I like to think he has a wife and daughter hidden away. So, when he finds out that they have an assignment that will take them away for days at a time, or longer, he's getting all the meetings done as soon as possible before letting Rudy take over, if he's needed, Rudy knows how to find him.

Alejandro goes to you, he tells you what he can about the mission and then like the ultimate husband/dad he spends as much time with you and your daughter as possible. When he's not holding you or playing with your daughter, he, like John, is fixing up things around the house or double checking the security around the farm (I like to think he has a ranch). He's looking after bathtime, brushing your daughter's hair and making memories. When your daughter is in bed he's making love to you like its the last thing he'll do, whispering in both Spanish and English his love for you.

The night before he leaves, is spent as a family, playing games with your daughter and at bedtime, all 3 of you are in a fort in the livingroom, cuddled up together in a pile. In the morning, you both let your daughter sleep as she's horrible with goodbyes. You follow him out to the porch, hand in his before he pulls you into a soul shattering kiss. He's then running down to his truck, off to do what he needs to do and watching you and the house disappear in the rearview mirror.

[scoutofmymind]

Momma I request a prompt inspired by a song of your choosing (: I L Y

Couldn’t Make It Any Harder — { Luigi x Reader }

Content: mental health issues, mentions of past trauma, TorturedArtist!Reader, Empath!Luigi, Luigi says “go birds” after flipping off a woman, confused feelings, situationship, reader is just Very Confused in general, angst, eventual romance.

Wc: 5,107

I couldn't make it

Any harder to love me

Oh, one day, believe me

You’ll want someone who makes it easy

This has been floating around in my asks for awhile, and I wasn’t feeling practically inspired by any songs lately until Sabrina released Couldn’t Make It Any Harder and I couldn’t stop thinking about writing it.

This work was done quickly between my other ongoing Luigi projects, so I apologize for any inconsistencies or skipped backstory (you know I’m a backstory bitch) but I simply needed to get this out of my system, and remembered that an anon had asked me to write something based off of a song quite awhile ago!

Also, how could I leave you hanging on Valentine’s Day? Even if I’m posting this at 2 AM….

It's 8:30 AM at your usual coffee spot — that tiny café two blocks from Luigi's apartment where the barista always draws terrible attempts at latte art, and you’re still wearing yesterday's mascara, not because you've been crying, but because you spent the night in your studio, channeling your frustration into a new piece that's all sharp edges and bold strokes.

"I mean, we had a great time!" You're gesturing with your coffee cup, nearly spilling it. "We went to that new gallery opening, and he actually understood my rant about contemporary minimalism. Then dinner, drinks, great conversation — and now? Radio silence. Three days of nothing."

Luigi, sitting across from you, is trying not to smile at how animated you are, his laptop open beside him — he's probably got a Slack channel blowing up with messages from his dev team, but he rushed to meet you for this emergency coffee session, anyway.

The startup's dress code might be casual, but he always manages to look put-together in that effortless way that makes other tech bros look like they're not trying hard enough.

"Maybe I'm just-“ you pause, stirring your coffee aggressively, "too much, you know? Too loud, too passionate, too-"

"Stop," Luigi cuts in, closing his laptop and fixing his gaze on you again, "You're not too anything. You're exactly enough. So don’t even go there with me.” He massages his temples, “Too early for it.”

"I know that," you say firmly, because you do. "That's the thing — I like who I am. I like that I can talk about art for hours. I like that I get excited about things. I like that I feel everything so intensely. I'm not going to make myself smaller just because some guy can't handle it."

"Then don't," Luigi says, and there's something in his voice that makes you look up from the foam disappearing from your cappuccino. "The right person won't want you to."

"Exactly! And you know what? If Jake can't handle a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it-“ you trail off, reaching for your sketchbook. You start absent-mindedly drawing on a corner of the page.

“Ugh,” Luigi’s face screws in mock disgust, “His name was Jake?”

Putting down your pen, you lean back in your chair with a frustrated sigh. "But then again, if I'm so great, why does this keep happening? Three first dates in two months, Lu. Three. And they all end the same way."

"You mean with guys who can't handle someone who actually has opinions?" Luigi takes a sip of his coffee, his fingers tapping absently on his closed laptop. A notification buzzes on his phone — probably his team wondering where he is — but he doesn't even glance at it.

"No, see, that's just it," you lean forward, your hands moving expressively as you talk. "They love it at first. They think it's so fascinating and refreshing that I'm 'not like other girls', or whatever." You roll your eyes at the phrase, hating the taste of the words in your mouth. "But then it's like they realize I'm actually serious. That I'm not just putting on some manic pixie dream girl act for their entertainment."

Luigi's mouth quirks up at one corner. "Heaven forbid you be a real person with actual thoughts and feelings."

"Right? And I know — I know I'm not too much," you say, but your voice wavers slightly. You start fidgeting with your rings, a habit Luigi's seen a thousand times when you're wrestling with something in your head. "But sometimes I wonder if-"

"If what?"

"If maybe I should just- you know.. tone it down? Just a little? Just at first?" The words sound wrong coming out of your mouth, and you can see from Luigi's expression that he knows it, too. "No, you're right, forget I said that. That's stupid."

"It is stupid," he agrees, but gently. His eyes catch yours across the table again, his gaze steady and genuine. "Remember that installation you did last month? The one about authenticity?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you tell that bag of bones professor who said it was 'overwhelmingly honest'?"

A smile starts to spread across your face. "I told him that was the whole damn point."

"Exactly." Luigi checks his watch and starts gathering his things — he's definitely late now. "So maybe the problem isn't that you're too overwhelming,” he pats the top of your head, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “maybe they're just underwhelming."

•

You're standing in front of your last piece, forcing a smile that feels like it's splitting your face in half, as another guest explains to you what your own art means.

Behind you, you can hear snippets of conversations that make your skin crawl.

It's a bit... aggressive, isn't it?

Not quite gallery standard... these nepo kids..

Experimental, but perhaps too experimental..

Your hands are shaking, so you clasp them behind your back. You've been doing this grim waltz for two hours — nodding, smiling, explaining yourself over and over to people who look through you rather than at you, and the gallery owner keeps shooting you these looks, these little disappointed glances that make you feel about two inches tall.

You catch Luigi's eye across the room.

He's been watching, you realize, while pretending to be deeply invested in a conversation with some tech entrepreneur who probably thinks art is a good investment opportunity, and he tilts his head slightly — a question.

You shake yours — you’re not okay.

"The brushstrokes here," the current patron is saying, pointing at your most vulnerable piece, "they're rather — well, chaotic. Unorganized. Muddy. It’s strange to see. Was that intentional?"

Something inside you splinters.

"Excuse me," you manage, your voice surprisingly steady for how the room is tunneling, how your fingers begin to tingle, how your lungs have lost the ability to draw in a full breath. "I need some air."

You make it through the gallery, past the whispers and the stares, past the owner who starts to say something about maintaining appearances, past the front desk and around the corner to the back alley.

Then your legs give out.

You're gasping, trying to remember how breathing works, your back against the cold brick wall. The dress — that stupid yellow dress that Luigi said was his favorite — feels too tight. Everything feels too tight.

You tear at your collar, needing air, needing space, needing- "Hey." Luigi's voice, close but not too close. "I'm here."

"I can't-" you choke out. "I can't breathe, I can't-"

"Yes, you can." He moves slowly into your space, hands hovering but not touching. "Look at me. Just look at me. I’m right here. It’s all good.”

You shake your head violently, sliding down the wall. "They're right. They're all right. I'm not- this- This isn't-" Each word feels like it's being ripped from your throat, bloody and raw and dishonest and horrific. They aren’t right. You know they aren’t.

"Bullshit." The sharpness in his voice makes you look up. He's crouched in front of you now, his tie completely undone, his eyes fierce. "They're not right. They're not even close to right. They're looking at fireworks and complaining about the noise. Old fuckin’ bunch’a assholes.”

A sob catches in your throat, half laugh, half cry. "That's a terrible metaphor."

"Made you look at me, though." His voice softens, his hands resting on your clammy shoulders. "Breathe with me, okay? Just breathe."

You try to match his exaggerated breathing, your hands still shaking. "I put everything into this show," you whisper after your second deep breath. "Everything."

"I know."

"And they just- they- they just-“

"I know." He shifts, sitting beside you against the wall, careful to leave space, but still your shoulders bump together. "But. Want to know what I think?"

You turn your head to look at him, makeup probably ruined, dress definitely stained from the alley ground, but you’ve already abandoned ship, you’ve waved your white flag — there’s no use in pretending you haven’t crumbled in a New York alleyway now. "What?"

"I think they're terrified of you."

That startles a real laugh out of you, “What?"

"You heard me." He's looking straight ahead, but there's something fierce in his profile. "You walked in there with your soul on full display, unapologetic and raw and real, and they don't know what to do with that. People like that, they're comfortable with art they can hang in their dining rooms and forget about.” You watch him blink, gathering the words, “Your shit doesn't let them forget. It makes them feel things they don't want to feel."

You nudge him gently, a laugh flaring your nostrils. "That's a lot better than the fireworks metaphor."

Now he does look at you, a small smile playing at his lips, his cheeks blushed crimson from the wine he’d gulped down just to make himself a bit more sociable. "Yeah, well, I've had three glasses of their overpriced wine. I'm feeling poetic."

Another laugh bubbles up, watery but real. You let your head fall against his shoulder, just for a moment. "I don't want to go back in there."

"So we won’t." He doesn't move, letting you lean on him, his head leaning atop yours. "Let's go get real drinks instead. You can tell me all the things you wanted to say to that guy who tried to explain color theory to you."

"God, he was the worst." You straighten up slowly, wiping at your eyes. "Did you see his socks?"

"I was trying not to."

•

You're standing at the open bar, counting the minutes until it's socially acceptable to leave, when Madison — a college friend you haven't seen in years, who always seemed to help herself to open bars beyond her means — sways over.

Her champagne sloshes dangerously close to your dress, but for some reason, you don’t step back.

"Oh my god, it really is you!" Her voice carries just a bit too loud, and you can feel a few heads turning in your direction. "I almost didn't recognize you without, you know-“ she gestures vaguely at all of you, that sick smile still on her blush pink lips. "All the paint and shit all over you.”

You take a long sip of your drink, hoping it would wash away the rising tide of anxiety in your core. "Good to see you too, Mads.”

"So,” She leans in conspiratorially, her breath smelling of booze and mid-tier champagne. “I heard about your gallery show last month. The one at The Maxwell? God, that must have been-“ She trails off, eyes wide with what looks like concern but feels like something else entirely.

Your hand tightens around your glass. "Must have been what?" Your lips tighten into a line, “It was an- an honor to have the opportunity.”

Words your father had always said to you growing up echo in the far depths of your mind; Honor and Integrity.

There’s a humility in it, in accepting such a nightmare as privilege.

"Well, I mean — I saw that article that was going around Instagram. About how you just up and left? In the middle of opening night?" She takes another sip of champagne, watching you over the rim with her big, stupid brown eyes. "Is that true? That you didn't even come back to collect your pieces? God, that's crazy!"

The word crazy hits like a slap, and you can still feel the panic from that night, the walls closing in as people whispered, pointed, discussed your work like it was a car crash they couldn't look away from and did nothing to aid.

"It's not exactly-"

"And after everything with Matt, and then Jason- ugh,” She shakes her head. "I mean, I get it. Using art as therapy. But maybe actual therapy would be — I dunno — you know, beneficial?”

"Madison-"

"I'm just worried about you," she continues, reaching for your arm and her fingers feel like serpents, coiling around your skin, suffocating you. "We all are. First the whole thing with your poor father — god, remember how he used to say you were just too-"

"Don't." Your voice comes out sharper than intended, your brows furrowed at her like she’d backhanded you. “Don’t you fucking say another word.”

Madison almost gasps, clutching her necklace. “See? This is what I mean. All this reactionary stuff. The anger. The intensity. Have you thought about getting help? My therapist says sometimes when we've been through things-"

The garden somehow feels too small, the fairy lights too bright, the music too loud. Across the room, Luigi is trapped in conversation with the bride's uncle, but somehow he must sense something because his eyes find yours, his head tilted at you, his usual question.

Everything okay?

This time, you look away from him.

"I’m going to leave this conversation before-“

"No, wait, listen." Madison's grip on your arm tightens, slithering, sneering, hissing. Fangs, poison. “That show — people were talking about it for weeks. How raw it was. How fucking uncomfortable it made everyone. One of the pieces — the one with all the broken mirrors? Someone said it looked like a cry for help."

You can feel your pulse in your throat. "It wasn't a fucking-“

"And then you just disappeared! Like, who does that, girl? Just leaves their own show? The curator had to pack up your pieces himself. That's what the article said. Is that true?" She may as well have a microphone beneath your trembling lips, taking on the role of some cheap reporter for a local shittalking magazine.

Of course she read the article.

Everyone read the article.

The one that called your work a disturbing glimpse into a clearly troubled mind. The one that suggested your artistic breakdown was inevitable given your history of emotional instability.

It was laughable, truly, and anyone that knew you well enough had known so much to be so very far from the truth.

"I had my reasons," you manage, but your voice sounds distant even to yourself. “I had reason for leaving the way I did.”

"Obviously you did. That's what I'm saying. Maybe if you got some help, you know, dealt with all this and found ways to properly cope-“ She waves her hand vaguely again, like swatting away a pesky fly. "Then maybe you could make art that's more you know.. accessible. Enjoyable. Less-“

"Less me?" The words come out before you can stop them. “Bullshit. You wouldn’t know, Madison. You haven’t seen a single one of my shows, haven’t shown yourself at any of my gallery openings-“ your cheeks burn red hot, your glass of wine discarded and your hands balled into fists. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking pop that smirk right off your-“

"That's not what I-"

“It is exactly what you fucking-“

“No, it’s not! Look at yourself!”

"Hey!” Luigi's voice cuts through the rising panic. He's suddenly there, solid and real. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have that thing that we have to get to-“ he loops his arm around yours, and he swears he can feel the heat radiating off of you, hot and quivering like a volcano deciding if it’s time to erupt just yet or not.

Madison blinks at him, her nostrils flared at the sudden interruption. It seems as though this is exactly the reaction she wanted, and was pissed the show had called curtains so quickly. "What thing?"

"That very important thing," Luigi says firmly, already guiding you away. "Great catching up. Green is not your color. Go Birds.” As he turns you both, he raises his middle finger behind your back — not because you needed defending, but because that's who Luigi is; all sharp edges and fierce loyalty, a guard dog with his teeth bared in your honor, though, you catch the gesture in a reflection, and something warm unfurls in your chest.

Not because you needed saving, but because he'd always take your side, no matter the circumstances. He didn’t need to know why you were barking at this girl he’d never met before — he already knew you had good reason to do it.

You make it to the venue's back garden before your legs give out, and the fairy lights blur through tears you refuse to let fall. "Did you— fuck,” Your voice shakes as you reach to wipe away the tears before they even get the chance to glide down your cheeks. "Did you actually hear what she was saying or just see it?”

"Caught the greatest hits." His jaw is tight, his hand resting on your lower back as he hunches forward, clearly concerned but approaching all of it carefully.

You can’t help but wonder then how many times you’ll find yourselves like this — Luigi rescuing you from yet another mishap, and that alone could become a new reason to feel sorry for yourself.

And him.

"The article." You wrap your arms around yourself. "She read the fucking article."

Ironically, you had originally taken the article well.

Too well, in fact.

You'd invited them all over — Luigi, Anna, Theo — for what you called A Reading of My Professional Obituary. You'd spent all day in the kitchen, channeling your grandmother's stress-cooking legacy; bouillabaisse simmering for hours, Tarte Tatin caramelizing to golden perfection.

The good wine came out, the kind you'd been saving for a real occasion.

Perched in your chair like it was a throne, wine glass dangling from your fingers, you'd performed dramatic readings of the choicest quotes. "Sources close to the artist describe a history of emotional instability," you'd intoned, affecting a pompous art critic voice that had Luigi choking on his wine. "An unsettling collection that seemed less like art and more like a cry for help.”

The evening devolved into a tipsy game of "Guess the Snitch" — everyone taking turns suggesting increasingly ridiculous candidates for the mysterious source. "It was Gabby, in the gallery, with the emotional manipulation!" Theo had declared, wielding his bouillabaisse spoon like a gavel.

But Luigi had watched you through it all — the way your hand shook slightly when pouring wine, how your laugh got a little too loud to be genuine, and how you'd spent three hours making a perfect French dessert like your life depended on proving you weren't falling apart.

"We all did." Luigi reminds you, his voice gentle but firm. "Christ, we turned it into dinner theater. Remember how Anna did that dramatic interpretation of ' the unsettling collection'?" His hand finds your knee, squeezing. "And it was shit. Not only was it shit — it was cowardly. Didn't even have the spine to name you."

You tilt your head back, using the stars as gravity's help against the tears threatening to spill. The fairy lights from the wedding garden blur into little halos. "I know, but — these people, Lu." Your voice catches, and you hate how it betrays you. "They believe it. They're all walking around thinking I'm some unhinged artist who needs to be sedated and locked away from sharp objects." A laugh escapes, but it's wet and hollow. "God, I wish I'd understood what that article would do. I wish-"

But there's no point in wishing.

The damage was done with surgical precision.

They hadn't needed to use your name — everyone knew exactly whose exhibition had opened at Maxwell Gallery on August fifteenth.

Yours.

•

The hotel room feels smaller with each passing hour.

You've mastered a careful choreography — sliding past each other in the narrow spaces, maintaining precise distances on the king bed as you both pretend to watch some mindless cooking show. But sometimes, despite your best efforts, you slip. His hand brushes yours as you both reach for the room service menu, your feet touch under the shared blanket; each accidental contact sends you recoiling like a startled cat, though you used to fall asleep during movie nights without a second thought.

When your knee accidentally bumps his as you shift position, you jerk away so violently you nearly fall off the bed.

"Okay." Luigi mutes the TV, turning to face you. "We need to talk about this."

"About what?" But you know exactly what, can feel heat creeping up your neck and it makes you want to run.

"About how we used to share my twin bed during college when you crashed at my place, but now you act like my skin is fucking toxic." His voice is gentle, but there's an undercurrent of hurt that makes your core ache. "Remember that road trip to Detroit? You slept on my chest the whole way back because the car heater was broken.“ he looks desperate, grasping at the last straws of you. “I feel like we hardly look each other in the eyes now.”

You stare hard at the geometric pattern on the duvet, picking at a loose thread. "Things were different then."

"Were they?" He shifts closer, and you fight the urge to move away. "Or are you just scared they weren't?"

You get up abruptly, needing to put physical space between you and that question, the Chicago night spreading out beyond the window, a constellation of lights blurring through unshed tears; each one feels like a witness to this moment, to your cowardice.

"You know what changed," you say finally, arms crossed tight against your chest like armor. "After Maxwell, after the article, after everything became public consumption — I can't be that person anymore.”

"Why not?" His voice is closer now — he's moved to the edge of the bed, but he doesn't approach further. Giving you space while refusing to let you run.

Very classic Luigi.

A laugh escapes you, bitter and dry. "Because now everyone's watching. Waiting for the next shoe to drop. And you-“ You turn just enough to catch his reflection in the window, superimposed over the city lights. "You're too important to me, Lu.”

"So you'd rather just — what? Keep pretending?" There's frustration in his voice now, raw and real. "We both know that's not sustainable. Not when we used to-“ He trails off, and you recall the many countless nights on his cramped couch, your head on his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby to the most restful sleep you’d ever known.

"Maybe not," you admit quietly. "But it's safer than the alternative."

"Safer for who?"

The question almost knocks you off your feet.

Because he's right — this careful distance isn't protecting him. It's protecting you. From vulnerability. From the possibility of loss. From the terrifying reality that despite everything, despite all your jagged edges and dark corners, he's still here.

Still looking at you like you're something precious instead of precarious.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with all the things you're afraid to say, all the ways you're afraid to need him, and even more terrified of the way he needs you.

Eventually, you turn from the window, facing him. "It can't be simple. I won't let it be." Your voice catches. "I push and I pull and I keep everyone at arm's length until they prove me right by leaving."

Luigi stands slowly, like he's approaching a wild animal. "You've been trying so hard to make it impossible," he says softly. "Creating distance, convincing yourself I'll give up." He takes another step closer. "But loving you has always been the easiest thing I've ever done."

"Don't." The word comes out choked, your hand pressing against his chest in hopes that he’ll back away. "Don't say that when you know how complicated — how- how difficult-"

"Difficult?" He's close enough now that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, stood firm but not inching any closer. "You want to talk about difficult? Try watching you date other people. Try sitting across from you at coffee shops for years and watching you cry over them. Try fucking loving you quietly through every gallery opening, every crisis,“ his brows furrow, his nostrils flare, “you don’t get to tell me what loving you is like.”

Your breath catches as he reaches for you.

"You think you're pushing me away?" His voice is barely above a whisper, his hands finally cradling your face, tears dampening your cheeks that blaze with warmth. "I've been yours since that first night you fell asleep on my shoulder during finals week. Everything since then — it's just been waiting."

You clench your jaw, your heart a wild thing against your ribs. This tightrope you and Luigi have been walking for years — this delicate balance of almost-but-not-quite, of maybe-someday-but-not-now — has finally frayed beneath your feet. All those careful steps, those perfectly maintained distances, those nights of pretending your skin didn't burn where he almost touched you.

They’ve led you here, to this hotel room in Chicago, where the fantasy of staying safely suspended between friendship and something more has finally given way to gravity.

And what, you wonder, has Luigi seen in you to make him want to dive deeper into your chaos?

He's already witnessed the 3 AM phone calls when your mind won't quiet, the obsessive cleaning episodes that leave your hands raw and your apartment sterile. He's held you through the tears that come without warning, weathered the anger that burns hot and fast like summer lightning.

You're no manic pixie dream girl — you're the real thing, messy and unpredictable, with a heart that bleeds all over everything it touches.

He's either a storm chaser or a fool, you think.

Some hopeless beast tamer who hasn't realized that some creatures aren't meant to be gentled, that some storms leave nothing but wreckage in their wake.

But that's the thing — to Luigi, you've never been a storm to weather or a beast to tame. He doesn't look at you like you're broken machinery in need of repair, doesn't treat your edges like something to be smoothed away.

Instead, he's spent years matching your pace, stepping back when you needed space, stepping forward when you needed anchor. And now, finally, the weight of all that careful patience has brought him here — raw and honest in this dim hotel room, asking you to either meet him in this space between what you are and what you could be, or lay him to rest.

"Touch me," he says, the words falling soft but heavy in the space between you. His eyes hold yours, steady and sure, "Or let me go.”

The city lights paint his silhouette in gold and shadow, and you realize you've never seen him look so vulnerable, so stripped of the careful composure he always maintains. Your Luigi laid bare — not the patient friend, not the steady shoulder, but a man who's finally reached the end of his endurance.

"What if we break?" The question slips from your lips, small and honest, carrying all the weight of your fears that kept you at such a distance all these years — shattering to pieces, left broken by the man you’d loved the most.

Luigi's eyes soften, and something like a smile — sad and sweet and knowing — tugs at the corner of his lips. "Then we break," he says simply, his thumbs swiping away the tears that slide down your cheeks. "But I'd rather that than spend the rest of my life whole and wondering."

His hands haven’t moved. Patient, steady Luigi, who has never pushed but never fully retreated, either. Who has somehow found this perfect middle ground between staying and going, between asking and waiting.

And maybe that's what finally does it — the realization that he's offering you both beginning and end in the same breath. That he's standing here saying yes to all of it; the possibility of breaking, of shattering, of ending up with nothing but deadly carnage between you.

That he knows exactly what he's asking for, and he's asking anyway.

Your hand moves before you can think yourself out of it again, crossing the space between you like a prayer finally answered. When you cup his face, the scrape of stubble against your palm is both foreign and achingly familiar — like a song you used to know by heart, now half-remembered.

His eyes flutter closed at your touch, and you feel the slight tremor in his jaw, the way he leans into your hand like he's been starving for it.

His breath catches, shaky and soft, and when he speaks, his voice is rough with emotion. "There you are," he whispers against your palm, like he's greeting someone long lost, like you've finally come home after years away. "There you are."

His lips brush your palm once more before he lifts his gaze to yours, eyes dark with something between hope and heartache. "Tell me to pull away," he whispers, voice rough. "Tell me this isn't what you want, and I'll go. I'll understand."

But his body betrays him — the slight tremor still present in his jaw under your touch, the way he's still leaning into your hand like he can't help himself. He's offering you an exit, even now. Steady, selfless Luigi, always making sure you have a way out, even when it's killing him to do so.

And that's what breaks you finally — not his touch or his words, but this endless capacity of his to put your needs first.

To stand here offering everything he has left and the chance to walk away from it.

His hand finds your waist, fingers pressing into soft flesh with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. That small sound seems to undo something in him — his control fractures, and suddenly he's pulling you down to him with a urgency that matches your own, your hands bracing against his chest, feeling the thundering of his heart beneath your palms.

"I've thought about this," he confesses roughly, eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes heat pool low in your stomach, his thumb tracing a burning path along your hip bone. "Having you like this.”

You can feel the tension coiled in him, the way he's still holding back despite everything. Even now, he's giving you the chance to set the pace, to decide how far this goes. But you're done with hesitation, done with the careful distance you've maintained for so long.

You lean down, letting your lips brush against his ear. "Show me," you whisper, and feel him shudder beneath you. "Show me how you wanted me."

He moves with a swiftness that steals your breath, flipping your positions in one fluid motion. Now he's the one hovering above you, his forearm braced beside your head, other hand still at your waist.

The weight of him, the heat of him so close — it makes your head spin.

"Like this," he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours. "Just like this." He holds you like you’ll run from him — just like he’s watched you run from everything before that doesn’t run from you first.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, feeling the tension there, the way he's trembling slightly despite his strength. "I'm here," you whisper back, one hand sliding up to cup his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

[bitchin-beskar]

lynnnnn you know I'm in my alerudy feels rnnnnnnn so......how do we feel abt alerudy x reader 👁️👁️

B A B E S

also im so so so sorry this took me so long here have a 6,509 wc "drabble" as an apology 🫣

okokok I love this idea. I feel like specifically if this is gonna work though, it's gonna be a reader who's grown up alongside alejo and rudy, has known them just as long as they've known each other, partially because I think one of the reasons I love alerudy so much is that I hc that they've loved each other for most of their lives, even if they don't act on it right away.

so maybe you grew up on the same street as alejo and rudy, becoming an inseparable trio almost immediately. you spent afternoons at either your house or rudy's, as alejo's dad wasn't always the most... pleasant to be around.

the three of you were thick as thieves, causing mischief and chaos everywhere you went. sleepovers and playdates were commonplace, and the three of you spent practically every waking minute together.

as time passed and puberty hit all three of you like a speeding train, you moved from primary to middle to high school. as you got older, you realised just how... attractive your best friends are.

alejo and rudy have developed a fascination with joining the military, especially as the cartel has started to gain a foothold in your home of las almas. you've declared that if the idiots are gonna join the military and try and get themselves killed, then you're gonna learn first aid and medicine and join with them just so you can keep them alive. the twin looks they give you when you announce this make your heart beat faster, although you steadfastly ignore this.

the three of you graduate high school, stopping by the recruitment office that same afternoon, before celebrating on the roof of rudy's house with a bottle of pilfered tequila from alejo's dad's liquor cabinet. there's been ups and downs, but you've all finally made it, survived high school and are now ready to take on the world.

basic training is a bitch, although the three of you pass with flying colors. for the first time in years, the trio gets separated as you go into medical training and alejo and rudy start the gruelling process of trying to get accepted into the Fuerzas Especiales. you keep in touch with your boys as best you can, but it's difficult, feeling like you're moving through life missing two of your limbs, your rocks and supports in the form of one alejandro vargas and rodolfo parra.

it's a few years of this, and then you get assigned to a regiment in the army that's earned the nickname of Los Vaqueros-The Cowboys. You send off an email to rudy and alejo about the assignment, but your boys are suspiciously silent. they've been sparse with their communications with you lately, and it's been a bit worrying. you shake the feeling of something being wrong, and pack your bags to ship out.

it's in the car ride to your new base-and new home for awhile-when you finally get a response, from rudy. you're surprised at the briefness of the response, merely a short line about how you're gonna do great and that he'll "see you soon."

you don't get a lot of time to ponder this strange message before you're arriving. the private driving you explains that the coronel and the sargento mayor are going to meet you and show you where you'll be staying and where medical-your realm-is.

when you get out of the truck, you're promptly introduced to Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, and you let loose a string of quiet curses. your boys have shit-eating grins on their faces, and you glare at them while the private gets back in the truck to drive away. once the three of you are alone, you practically explode, demanding to know everything, but alejo and rudy are too busy gleefully laughing and tugging you into their arms for a long needed hug.

they're so excited that you're here, and they're so eager to show you around and introduce you to the rest of the vaqueros, who have all apparently been regaled with stories of you and how you'd been alejo and rudy's partner in crime growing up, and they're all thrilled to meet you. you forget about your worries about the previous months of dwindling contact, at least until you meet the other regiment that shares this base. more specifically, the other regiment's leader.

Valeria Garza.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that valeria has managed to wrap your boys around her perfectly manicured finger. alejo had introduced the two of you, and you're sure he'd been figuring you'd appreciate another female presence, but you're instantly on edge when you meet her. valeria reminds you far too much of a snake poised and ready to strike at the first sign of vulnerability.

she's coy and flirtatious, but also extremely violent and ruthless. she riles up alejo, leading to blow-out fights that can be heard across the base, and she's damn near brought rudy to frustrated tears multiple times with her harsh and cutting words. you're left to pick up the pieces, only to have your heart crack when your boys are once more drawn into her orbit, time and time again.

you quickly begin to understand that she's the cause of your boys diminishing their emails to you, but it's not until a direct confrontation with her that you discover that it's deliberate.

it's after a particularly vicious fight between her and alejo and rudy that you stop her in the hall, and ask her point blank why she keeps pushing them to the breaking point. she looks you up and down, and the words she says hit you directly in the gut, harder than if she'd punched you while wearing brass knuckles.

"they're always going to keep coming to me for more. they can't help themselves."

you feel your heart crack even more. "you're just toying with them!"

valeria smirks, vicious and deadly. "and what exactly are you going to do about it, hmm?"

after that, you spend your time avoiding valeria unless absolutely necessary, only interacting with her in professional capacities and doing your best to avoid ever being alone with her. she knows, of course, and she knows that you know that she knows. it comes to a head when the senior officers on base go out for a night at the bar.

you're at the counter with one of your other medical officers, the two of you nursing drinks and watching as the rest of the officers go a little wild. you see alejo and rudy both downing drinks and letting loose, and you're about to head over to them when you see valeria approach the both of them.

your heart is in your throat as she abruptly switches from a smooth, deadly strut to a wobbly, stumbling walk, practically falling on alejo, running her hands all over his chest. rudy-poor, sweet rudy-reaches out to help steady valeria, and she drags him closer so he's plastered against her side.

across the bar, valeria makes eye contact with you, smirks, and turns to plaster a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss on alejo's lips. it's like a natural disaster, you can't seem to look away as he seems to sink into it, before she tears away from alejo to plant another kiss, this time on rudy's lips.

you can't stay in the bar a second more, muttering an apology to your fellow medical officer, throwing a couple bills on the counter, and making your escape. you don't see your boys subtly wiping their lips and passing valeria off to one of her fellow soldiers, nor the way they look over to where you'd been standing, only for their shoulders to droop when they register that you're no longer there.

the next day, you're quieter, blaming it on a hangover that you only wish you actually had, because maybe then you could've forgotten what you'd seen last night. you dodge the efforts of alejo or rudy to talk to you, and you absolutely avoid valeria at any costs. you spend the week like that, actually, retreating into yourself and trying to rebuild the shattered parts of your heart.

and then, the fateful mission, a raid on the son of La Araña. valeria's group was ordered to cordon off the city to prevent his enforcers from causing a bloodshed, while alejo and rudy led the raid.

you were in the medical wing, prepped for injuries, but you weren't prepared for the number of vaqueros who were injured, and the utter lack of valeria's troops.

turns out that valeria and her soldiers were the enforcers for La Araña. they snuck him out of the city, to the mountains. they defected completely and utterly, leaving no traces and zero contact or explanations.

alejo and rudy were furious, searching obsessively for any traces or hints of where valeria might have gone, and you could only watch in sorrow as your boys drove themselves to near insanity in their obsession. even gone, valeria still had her fangs sunk deep into alejo and rudy, and it only broke your heart further.

you tried to help, but after being snapped at repeatedly by a furious alejandro or being outright ignored by an exhausted rodolfo, you stopped trying. you were living on the same base, but you often went days without seeing them, and you honestly couldn't remember the last time you had a conversation with either of them about something other than fucking valeria garza.

it came to a head when alejo snapped harshly at one of the recruits currently laid up in your medbay. the recruit had been following a lead on valeria, but had been ambushed by members of the las almas cartel. he'd come away with only a gunshot wound to the shoulder, a damn miracle in your eyes, but alejo just couldn't let it go that the recruit hadn't somehow managed to predict that the cartel was going to set up an ambush.

"get out."

alejo looked away from the recruit currently doing their best to melt into their bedsheets.

"what did you just say?"

you weren't to be dissuaded. "I said, get out. I won't have you hindering my patients' recovery with repeated interrogations. private lopez has given you a more than thorough debriefing."

the fury in alejo's eyes hadn't dimmed. "do you even care? this is important-"

"I said out, Colonel Vargas. now."

alejo blinked, the fury dissipating in his eyes at the cold tone of your voice and the use of his title and last name. he seemed to realize where he was, and just who he was yelling at, and you saw regret start to creep over his features, but you were done.

"querida, I-"

you turned away to hide the tears in your eyes. you knew if you let him apologize like this to you, your resolve would crack, but nothing would be solved. this only cemented the decision you'd been struggling with for the last few weeks.

"get out of my medbay, colonel."

you refused to turn around until you heard the door shut behind you. you squeezed your eyes shut to try and stop the tears falling, grateful that at least your voice hadn't cracked. after checking in on the private, you head to your office to send off an email. you'd been offered a position at a different base, one that had marginally better pay but came with more responsibility. you'd been debating for awhile, and you wanted to decline, but you couldn't stay here and let your heart be shattered into nothing watching as the ghost of valeria garza consumed your boys.

that night, you made your way up to the roof of the base, a bottle of contraband tequila grasped in one hand. you were going to be leaving in 48 hours, and you wanted one last night out here to look at the stars, because you likely wouldn't have the free time in your new position.

unknown to you, rudy had received an email for him to confirm your transfer, and when he saw it, he immediately tried to find you. when he couldn't, he went straight to alejo.

rudy found alejo sitting in his office, staring blankly at the wall with red-rimmed eyes.

"oh." rudy says. "you know, then."

alejo looks up at his second-in-command in confusion. "what do I know, rodolfo?"

rudy's brow furrows. "about the transfer?"

at alejo's blank stare, rudy shoves the printout of the email he'd been sent into alejo's hands. alejo reads it quickly, his complexion paling drastically.

"what?" he gasps, frantic eyes darting up to rudy's heartbroken ones.

"I don't know, hermano," he sighs, rubbing a hand over day-old stubble. "just showed up this afternoon. went looking, but I can't find her."

"did you confirm the transfer?"

alejo's voice is frantic as he leaps to his feet to fully face rudy, paper crumpling in his fist. when rudy shakes his head, alejo breathes a sigh of relief.

"there's still time, then."

the two of them, in agreement, leave the office and begin their search of the base, looking for you. every nook and cranny is searched, and just when they're starting to lose hope, a recruit approaches them, nervous. she explains that she'd occasionally run into you on the roof late at night when she couldn't sleep, and that she thought that she'd seen you heading in that direction.

alejo immediately beelines in that direction, with rudy shouting a thank you over his shoulder as he follows hot on his colonel's heels.

the boys burst onto the roof, only to fall to a stop as they see you sitting there, back hunched and shoulders shaking as soft sobs fill the quiet night air.

alejo lets out a broken whimper, and rudy's eyes start to fill with tears of his own. he can't help himself, and he calls your name.

your back stiffens, sobs tapering off. "g-go away," you stutter, breath hitching as you try to stop crying. of course, they don't listen to you, and you're quite suddenly bracketed on either side by the forms of your best friends, the men you've been in love with for god knows how many years.

resolutely, you stare up at the stars, refusing to look at either of them. they sit in silence for a moment with you, simply pressing close on either side like they can keep you here merely with their presence alone.

"you were going to leave," rudy starts, voice rough. you bite your lip and have to put your entire focus into continuing to stare at the sky, lest you look over at him and break down all over again. "you were going to leave without even saying anything."

you shrug a shoulder, knowing that you couldn't get any words past the lump in your throat if you tried.

"why?" came the broken plea from alejo on your other side. "I-, was it because of what I said? querida, I can't tell you how sorry I am."

you shook your head, because truly, that wasn't the reason why. it might have been the catalyst, but it certainly wasn't the reason. you hoped they'd just stop pressing, but you should've known better. alejo and rudy bled stubbornness.

"talk to us." rudy begs, leaning harder into your side. "please."

alejo isn't one to be left out, reaching out to gently touch your arm. "what do we have to do to make you stay, querida? whatever you want... please."

the broken whisper of please is what breaks you, and with a sob you bury your face in your hands. immediately, alejo is pulling you into his lap and rudy is plastering himself against your back as both of them murmur reassurances and nonsense in hushed whispers as they try to soothe you.

your face is buried in alejo's chest and your hands clutch desperately at his shirt. he's got his lips pressed against the top of your head, and an hand pressed against the small of your back to keep you pressed flush against him, with your thighs bracketing his hips. rudy is just as close, his face tucked in your neck while his hand rubs soothingly along your side, trying to calm your sobs.

together, the three of you sit pressed against each other on the rooftop, the night quiet except for your muffled sobs, and alejo and rudy's hushed voices. you let the ache of loneliness seep out as the tension drains from your body the longer you cry. alejo and rudy refuse to let you cry alone, wrapping themselves so tightly around you that you can't tell where they end and you begin.

eventually, you run out of tears to cry and you fully slump against alejo's chest. silence falls, aside from the white noise of the base still running efficiently, even at night.

“whatever it is, mi corazón, I promise we’ll fix it,” rudy swears, pressing his lips to your neck like he can brand the promise into your skin. alejo makes an agreeing noise in his throat, but you’re already shaking your head.

“I can’t ask that of you.” your voice is hoarse and scratchy from crying. as much as you want to, you know that you can’t ask them to give up the hunt for valeria. you know your boys, and you know if you’d been the one to betray or desert them, they wouldn’t leave a stone unturned trying to find you, so you can’t imagine how they must be feeling for valeria. as much as you hate her, you can understand where your boys are coming from. they love her. you love them. you’d do the same.

alejo makes a wounded noise. “it’s not your job to ask, querida.” he nudges your face up from where it’s buried in his chest, forcing you to make eye contact. “we’ve been horrid to you, especially with valeria and her troops deserting. you don’t deserve that.”

another tear slips out, trailing down your cheek before it’s caught by alejo’s thumb. his dark gaze is earnest, and it only hurts your broken heart more.

“she’s important to you-to you both,” you add when rudy makes a grumbling noise behind you, one that you mistakenly assume is him reminding you that he’s struggling with valeria’s absence too. “I-I wouldn’t want to interfer with that.”

there’s a pause, before rudy is pulling away from where he’d been nestled in your shoulder. “what do you mean?” he asks, and there’s something in his voice that you can’t quite place.

you fall silent, averting your eyes from alejo’s questioning gaze. you can’t look at him-at either of them, can’t stand to see the pity that will inevitably appear in their eyes.

“querida, what are you talking about?” alejo asks, his voice wavering in a way you hadn’t heard since he confessed to you and rudy that he was bi, way back in high school.

you shake your head, unable to force any words past the lump in your throat. as torturous as it is, you want to prolong this as much as possible, you want to just stay wrapped in their arms and forget for a moment that anything’s wrong, that you could lose this at any second. you feel rudy bury his face in your neck again, his arm tightening around you like he can’t bare to let you go, and you let out another sob.

“this is about valeria?” alejo asks, and you can hear venom in his voice. you curl back into rudy, trying to prepare yourself for the rejection that you know is coming, but then alejo continues. “mierda, what did she do to you? did she say something? I swear to god, I’m gonna kill her-”

“ale.”

rudy’s wry voice breaks through alejandro’s unexpected rant. you blink through the tears in your eyes, looking at the way that alejo pouts at being interrupted before what was sure to be a very creative and impressive string of insults. but your brain can’t really process that, not when you’re trying to wrap your head around alejo seemingly not all that broken up over valeria leaving, not in the way you’d expect him to be after the end of a relationship.

“I-I don’t understand-” you whispered, confusion, sorrow, and traitorous hope swirling in your chest. you’d spent so long sure of one kind of reality, now you’re not sure what to do, if it turns out your previous conceptions were false.

“oh, mi amor,” rudy murmurs in your ear, voice soft and affectionate. “we’ve been so stupid.”

you shake your head, already protesting what rudy is trying to say, ready to insist that your boys are anything but stupid, but alejo-with newfound understanding in his eyes-gently grasps your jaw with one hand. “let him finish, ángel.”

“it was never her, amor. it’s always been you.” rudy sighs, long and slow. “we should’ve seen it sooner. we should’ve noticed how manipulative she was.”

“mmhm, poisonous, como una serpiente.”

your head is spinning with the back and forth, your heart fighting against the cage you’d locked it into, trying desperately to get you to believe that this could possibly be true.

still, a thought lingers in your head. “that night, though? at the bar?”

alejo groans, and rudy chuckles wryly against your throat, still tucked in close. “manipulative bitch.” alejo growls, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

alejo’s eyes soften, tension bleeding from his shoulders as you seem to finally be coming out of the heartbroken state that you’d been in when he and rudy found you.

“I don’t think either rudy or I realized just how much she was isolating you from us until it was almost too late,” alejo says, voice gone soft and sad. “I just wish we knew why.”

you feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you suddenly wish that there was a nearby corner to hide away in. you know exactly why she’d targeted you the way that she did, but you’d rather die than admit it. you’ve already narrowly avoided losing both alejandro and rodolfo to valeria’s machinations and your own insecurities, you couldn’t bear it if you lost them now because your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

unfortunately, alejo and rudy know all your tells, and they quickly pick up on the way you fall quiet and still.

“querida?”

alejo’s looking at you with a suspicious look on his face, and it almost makes you break then and there. he had this way of looking at you, like he could pluck your deepest, darkest secrets from your mind without your permission and lay them bare, open for all to see. but this was one secret you hoped against hope that he’d be able to avoid bringing to light.

“you know,” rudy breathed, his breath ghosting over your neck and making shivers run up your spine. your body was hyper-aware of the way you were pressed between them, and now that you’d come out of the panicked haze, your mind was starting to catch up to what your body was already aware of. “why, cariño? you can tell us.” he pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin just under your ear, and you had to bite harshly at your lip to prevent the whimper from bubbling out of your throat, even as your eyes fluttered shut.

alejo’s fingers trailed gently over your cheek, his thumb coming up to tug gently at where you’d bit harshly into the flesh of your lower lip. his whispered words, a quiet “tell us,” made you open your eyes again. you’d always been helpless to the whims of your boys, and now was no different.

“don’t make me say it, alejandro,” you whispered back, fearing that if you put it into words, it would ruin everything. “please.”

the dawning light in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were trying to say, reading between the lines. he got a faraway look on his face, like he was thinking back over every interaction, every moment he and rudy had spent with you for the last couple decades, looking at it all through this new context.

you didn’t have to look at rudy to know he was doing the same, the way he’d stiffened against your back was more than telling. you began to curl in on yourself, already starting to shield yourself against the inevitable rejections that must be coming. this is why you hadn’t wanted to do this, why you were content to lock it away to never see the light of day.

that just meant you were all the more surprised when rudy gripped your jaw, turning your face away from alejo’s and pressing his lips against yours.

you let out a quiet squeak of shock, eyes flying wide open as one of your hands came up to grip at rudy’s sleeve. but instead of pulling away, he merely angled his head, tilting just so, and slotting his mouth more firmly against yours.

god, you should pull away. you should stand up and walk away from this, right now. there was no way this could end well, that this was ever going to bring you anything other than heartbreak. you weren’t lucky enough to get to somehow keep both of them.

but when rudy’s tongue brushed against your upper lip, you let him in with a soft moan, all fight draining out of your body. you weren’t strong enough for this, to deny your heart what it’d been so desperately hoping for for years.

his kiss was languid, slow and sweet and decadent. rudy’s grip softened on your jaw, simply holding you close as he licked into your mouth. you kissed back as best as you could, your mind still spinning as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that rudy was actually kissing you.

eventually, you had to pull back, the need for air too great. your eyes slowly opened to see rudy looking at you with a soft look on his face. you didn’t get the chance to analyze it too much however. rough fingers brushed against your jaw before your face was being turned back towards alejandro, and he was claiming your mouth with a kiss of his own.

alejo’s kiss was starkly different from rudy’s, but not in a bad way. whereas rudy’s kiss reflected his innate kindness and softness, something that even the military hadn’t been able to change in him, alejo’s kiss reflected his own personality, his fierce possessiveness and fiery passion.

he nipped at your lip, taking advantage of your gasp to plunge his tongue into your mouth. it felt like he was trying to devour you, and god you wanted to let him. alejo drew his tongue along yours teasingly, encouraging you to open up further for him. the wet slide of your lips against his was audible over the blood rushing in your ears, and it only made you more desperate.

as alejo was focused on stealing your breath, both literally and figuratively, you could feel rudy pressing up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist. he wasn’t trying to pull you away from alejo, instead just pressing close, like he couldn’t stop touching you now that he had you.

when alejo finally let you breathe, he didn’t let you go far. trailing kisses down your cheek and jaw, nipping and biting before soothing the sting with his tongue. your head tipped back unconsciously baring your throat to his hungry mouth. rudy gently brought your head back to rest against his shoulder as his lips found your ear, whispering utter filth while he wrapped one strong arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“preciosa, how could you think we didn’t want this? do you have any idea how long you’ve tormented us, our every waking moment, our every dream?” as rudy murmured in your ear, alejo found a spot on your neck that made you let out a breathless little gasp, and he latched on with a ferocity that surprised you, sucking a blooming bruise into your neck. “tell me you want this, want us, querida. por favor, tell us. if-if you ask us to walk away, we will, but-”

your eyes flew open, and one of your hands reached back to clutch desperately at rudy’s arm while the other flew up to bury in alejo’s dark hair, keeping them both anchored against you. “don’t-! please!” you gasp out, terrified at the thought of either of them walking away, now or ever.

rudy shushes you quietly, pressing soft fluttery kisses to your cheek as he soothes you. alejo detatches from where he’s been ravaging your neck, and when your eyes meet his, you can see the dark, wicked satisfaction on his face from knowing your neck is now covered in his marks. he’s always been a possessive bastard.

“you’ve always been ours, princesa,” alejo growls, pressing a biting kiss to your lips as his hand comes up to cup your throat. “we’re not leaving. not unless you want us to.”

you shake your head as best you can in alejo’s grip, your head spinning from the revalations and their touch in ways you’d only ever dreamed you’d get to experience. there’s no reason you’d ever want them to leave, and you’re not really sure how to put it into words. so you simply use your grip on alejo’s hair to bring his lips back to yours, keeping him pressed against you for a moment before you turn your head, seeking rudy’s lips out as well.

rudy chuckles against your mouth, indulging you for a moment before pulling back. “as much as I hate to do this, I think we’d be better off in one of our rooms instead of on the roof, yes?”

realizing that you’re still on the roof and that anyone could come up and see the three of you brings some clarity back to your head, clearing some of haze of lust. while you’re sure at least half the soldiers on base would say somthing along the lines of ‘about time!’, it still wasn’t a great idea to get caught in a compromising position by your fellow soldiers.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you say sheepishly, and rudy can’t help but laugh again before he pulls away and goes to stand. you move to follow him when suddenly you’re swept up off the floor and into the air. you hadn’t seen alejo move, but suddenly he’s got you up off the ground and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“ALE! PUT ME DOWN!”

your vision is obscured by the back of his shirt and the light denim of his jeans. you brace your hands on his waist and lower back to try and leverage yourself up and off him, but a sharp slap to your ass makes you squeal. rudy’s laughter echoes in the stillness of the air, and you cross your arms petulantly, even as a small smile crosses your lips.

unfortunately, alejandro is disinclined to listen to your pleas, and he proceeds to carry you over his shoulder all the way to his room, with rudy at his side, pushing open doors and checking to make sure the way is clear. miraculously, you don’t run into any other souls during the march across the base, so you’re save the humiliation of your fellow soldiers seeing their Chief Medical Officer thrown over their Colonel’s shoulder while their Sergeant Major just laughs. you’re not sure how’d you would’ve explained this away, anyways.

reaching alejo’s room without issue is a relief, and you half expected him to just set you down once he crossed the threshold, but you had no such luck. instead, he heaved you onto the bed, your body bouncing comically as the blood rushes down from where it had collected in your cheeks from hanging half-upside down. it takes a moment for you to focus, your head spinning a bit as your center of gravity re-orients itself.

when you’re able to move your eyes about without feeling dizzy, your gaze lands on alejo and rudy. alejo is looking at you with a dark look in his eyes, while rudy is turning back from where he’d stepped away to lock the door.

“you look good on my bed, querida.”

you feel your cheeks burn, totally unused to this seductive side of your best friend. you’ve always known alejo as a smooth talker, but suddenly having all of that charm directed squarely on you is throwing you into a tailspin.

alejo wastes no time, stalking forward and grabbing your ankles, roughly pulling you across the sheets towards him. you squeak, and he smirks down at you.

“you’re wearing too many clothes, ángel. we should fix that, don’t you agree, rudy?”

rudy comes to stand at alejo’s right side, his own expression dark and hungry. “best idea you’ve ever had, colonel.”

really, there was ever only one option you could take here, with your boys looking at you the way they were. you bring your trembling fingers up and slowly undo the button on your pants. alejo groans appreciatively, before he begins to tug the fabric down your legs.

rudy, not one to be left out, climbs onto the bed next to you, his nimble fingers quickly undoing the buttons of your shirt, letting the fabric fall open to reveal your chest, bare aside from the fabric of your bra.

you thank the fucking stars that you’d chosen to wear a front-clasp bra, because otherwise you wouldn’t have been treated to the toe-curling sight of rudy flicking open the clasp one handed, your chest quite suddenly and abruptly bared to the chill of the room, nipples pebbling immediately.

“sit up for a second, mi amor,” rudy whispered, a hand between your shoulder blades as he helped you struggle to sit up, just enough for him to pull your shirt and bra off of your shoulders before he slid behind you, letting your bare back rest against his chest. it gives you the perfect view of alejo, on his knees in front of you, having divested you of your pants, socks and shoes, leaving just a pair of panties as the only thing clothing you now.

alejo’s fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear where it rests against your hips. “can I? por favor, querida.”

all you can do is nod, feeling a flutter in your stomach as alejo grins widely like he was a little boy opening a much desired birthday present and not a grown man about to take your fucking panties off.

he wastes no time, pulling the fabric down your thighs and off your legs, tossing it somewhere behind him without a care in the world.

rudy, not wanting to be left out, trails his fingers up your bare stomach before his rough and calloused hands cup your breasts. you let out a gasp, the texture of his palms so different to yours it’s striking.

rudy kneads the flesh of your tits, his thumbs stroking over your nipples as he presses his lips to that spot just underneath your ear, kissing you softly.

“do you know how long I have dreamt about your tits, preciosa? how soft, how sensitive, how utterly perfect they must be?”

it’s all you can do to shake your head, just barely. he chuckles, breath ghosting across your neck in a soft caress.

“I could never have dreamt anything close to this moment, mi amor. you are intoxicating.”

alejo, not to be outdone, adjusts your legs so that they’re hanging over his broad shoulders. he kisses his way up your inner thighs, nipping every so often, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“can I taste you, querida?”

you can’t think, can barely fucking speak, but there was only ever going to be one answer to his question.

“please-!”

alejo was never one to waste time and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. he buries his face in between your legs, tongue stroking through your folds with the eagerness of a man starved. he was quick to wrap his lips around your clit, suckling with just the right amount of pressure to drive you absolutely insane.

you can’t stop the gasps and cries that escape your lips as alejo eats you out with dedicated precision. you’ve never had a man so dedicated to your pleasure before, it’s a wholly new sensation and you really, really like it.

rudy rolls your nipples with the pads of his fingers, getting you to make even more noises, to the point that you’re worried someone is going to hear, which would be absolutely mortifying. but your boys don’t seem to care about little things like noise complaints and keep torturing you with pleasure.

you can feel yourself approaching your peak embarassingly quickly, it’s been far too long since you’ve been up to getting yourself off, and you are not going to last much longer like this.

“‘m gonna come,” you gasp, moaning when alejo seems to double down in his efforts to push you over the edge. you tilt your head, brushing your nose against rudy’s jaw as you unconsciously seek him out.

always a people-pleaser, your rodolfo is quick to press his lips to yours, kissing you softly even as he plays with your tits and alejo continues to devour your cunt.

you come suddenly, with a sharp cry. your back arches, and rudy is quick to wrap one of his arms around your waist to hold you steady as your hips rock against alejo’s face as your orgasm washes over you in waves. alejo continues to suckle your clit throughout your release, prolonging it far longer than you’d have imagined to be possible, and it’s all you can do not to scream as you fall over the edge in to mindless oversensitivity.

finally, just when you’re about to tip over the edge from pleasure into pain does alejo sit up, hands stroking your trembling thighs as he lets you come down.

rudy is pressing kisses along your neck, one arm still secure around your waist as the other just mindlessly toys with your tits.

“fuck, querida. do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

you blearily look at alejo just sitting between your thighs, mouth shiny and slick with your come, and you desperately reach for him with grasping hands. he eagerly follows, letting you pull him up so you can steal a kiss, moaning from the taste of your juices on his tonuge.

alejo kisses you slow, languid and deep, hand cupping your face even as rudy restarts his mission to leave a million hickeys on your neck. all you can see, hear, feel, are your boys, and the emotion that swells in your heart is impossible to put into words.

“te amo, mis amores.”

[raes-writing-space]

My Comfort Characters + Comfort Prompts!

Alright! Since it's Spring Break I'm going to try and get some writing done with some of my comfort characters. They might be short prompts (unless I get really into them) but I'll try and post at least one story a day, maybe even two if I have the time!

SOME OF THESE WILL HAVE MATURE THEMES AND MENTIONS OF TRAUMA. TW: SA Mention in one of Matthew's Prompts.

Here is the characters with the prompts that I'll be going for (some based off of my own experiences but put in a way that others can relate to.):

Dick Grayson/Nightwing - Being Touch Starved/Wanting A Hug (General Comfort) Sometimes being a hero is taxing, and when your body is trained to handle blow after blow... sometimes a hug is enough to make you release a lot of feelings you didn't know you were even holding in. Dick Grayson notices your change in demeanor, and just does a simple act of giving you a long hug and telling you it's going to be okay.

Tadashi Hamada - Academic Burnout Comfort After doing your best in your academics, you still feel like you're falling behind or just on the wrong academic path in general. Tadashi helps comfort reader that if they want to take a break and rethink things, it's totally okay.

Matthew Anderson - Having To Grow Up Too Fast/Lack of Childhood Comfort After having to take care and deal with so many traumatic things at a young age, it's made you feel like an adult, even when you weren't. Now that you are an adult, looking back and realizing you couldn't just be a kid and have a normal childhood really upsets you. Matthew comforts the character and shows them that while it might not be the same, it's still possible to just act like a kid and heal your inner child.

AND (TW: SA Mention) Matthew Anderson - Respecting Boundaries Comfort You and Matthew have been dating for awhile. However, you're finding a hard time telling him about your past experience with being sexually assaulted. When Matthew starts noticing that you're starting to distance yourself from him before things start to heat up, he asks if you're okay and comfortable with him. When you tell him the truth, he comforts you and tells you that he will always love you regardless if you want to have sex or not.

Yuji Itadori - Perfectionist Tendencies Leading To Self-Esteem Issues Comfort You've been wanting to become an jujutsu sorcerer and help people your whole life, but you hold yourself to a different standard. After making a tiny mistake (which does not feel tiny to you at all) you start to doubt that you'll ever be good enough. Yuji comforts the reader and tells them that we can't all be perfect all the time, that we need to forgive ourselves from time to time, and we can only strive to do our best.

Obey Me! Satan - Learning Disability/Gifted Child Burnout Comfort You used to be great with academics when you were younger, and maybe in some subjects you still are just as good. But now that you're older and in a completely new academic environment, no one but Satan sees how you struggle to study, and stress yourself out to the point of crying when the words on the page seem to get jumbled up and not make sense to you. Satan helps you take a break, then helps make the studying process a little bit easier.

Ruggie Bucchi - Not Knowing When To Take A Break Comfort You're the type of person who is so used to being tasked with everything. Cleaning, cooking, studying, and caring for others, but that means you tend to forget to take care of yourself a lot. After feeling overwhelmed by the tasks you have to do, you make yourself on the verge of being sick because you can't seem to just pause anything. Ruggie helps the reader by forcing them to sit down before they collpase, and helps share the load with the reader and shows that it's possible to let other people take care of them too.

Cove Holden - Struggling With Things Changing Comfort Takes place around Step 3, when all of your friends and family are taking about their plans for the future, you start to realize what that exactly means. The feelings hit you all at once that things aren't going to be the same anymore, and while you're happy for your friends and family, the change still scares you. Cove reminds you that no matter what happens, he will always be there for you through everything, and that while things are changing, some things will always stay the same.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They Take Their Darling's Virginity ♡

♡ Skye has no clue what to do with this information being as she is a very hard bottom, she really does want to take your virginity but this is very scary and she doesn't know what to do, while she knows she wants to bottom with you she's unsure if she should tell you that or if she should do what she always does and suck it up and be a top again, especially since it's her first time, luckily you don't mind her bottoming but be gentle with her cause while she's not a virgin this is her first time bottoming so there's just a lot going on in her mind right now. ♡

♡ She sort of skirts around the topic for a few days because this is just a lot and she doesn't want you to know how anxious she is because that would make her vulnerable but eventually she just asks her sisters who comfort her and tell her that you and her are meant to be together and so everything is obviously going to work out. ♡

♡ She doesn't know where to put her arms or how tolay while she's bottoming for the first time or if she looks nice enough or what the hell she's supposed to do, this is just a lot for her. She's very responsive to anything that sounds like an order, even if it's not an order and just a small remark, she's going to do it which is how you realize just how submissive Skye is and after that it's pretty much smooth sailing for both of you. ♡

♡ She's not sure what she's supposed to do after the both of you have sex, is she supposed to leave, it's what most of her exes would want or is she supposed to stay and cuddle, she's just very skittish in the relationship afterwards, avoiding you because she's worried now that you've gotten that out of the way you might not want her or you might stop being as sweet to her because you finally had sex which is terrifying and she might avoid your calls until you reassure her nothing is going to change and you're still together. ♡

♡ Sophie is confused that you've been together for so long and yet you blush and shy away when she tries to take your makeouts further. When she finds out you're a virgin it all makes sense though, you just don't know what you need and it's her responsibility to show you exactly what it is that you need, a task she is more than willing to do! ♡

♡ She doesn't tell you that it's going to happen because she knows when she calls your over that night to hang out and then tells you she's going to take your virginity you'll be so happy and you'll probably even let her keep you after that, though doesn't matter if you let her or not, she's keeping you either way. Though she just feels it in her gut that you really will be so grateful afterwards. ♡

♡ This really depends on your reaction, if you react like a sane person and try to leave and fight it then she's going to be extremely aggressive and pushy because she knows what you need, you just need to allow her to show you what you need, if you go along with it she's still pushy and trying to see what she can get away with. She's not very gentle since she's just way too overexcited but she still doe manage to make you feel extremely good. ♡

♡ Afterwards she does make good on her promise to keep you in her apartment, you're never getting out and she's going to take care of you every day from now on until you get used to receiving what you need. She's been shown you clearly don't understand your own body based solely on how you put off losing your virginity to her for so long. ♡

♡ Let's assume she's not pretending to be submissive or just a sweet naive girl for this one and she's actually allowing herself to take charge. She'll likely be subtly pressuring you for weeks in advance, making jokes about the two of you hooking up everytime you're hanging out alone and if you're dating she'll be like "You know we've been together awhile, isn't it weird we haven't had sex yet?" and then when you reveal you're actually a virgin then it's like a challenge to her, if she gets your virginity it'll be so easy to keep you with her forever, at least that's how it works in her fucked up delusional head. ♡

♡ She's constantly prepared on any given occasion from that point on, she will be wearing the strap even just walking around and probably has pocket lube because she needs to be prepare, if you give into her pressuring but then she's not prepared it might give you time to change your mind so she knows she needs to be quick. ♡

♡ She's not very gentle since she can just play it off as being overeager when really she is trying to hurt you just slightly because she enjoys your whimpers of pain, don't worry she's also going to make you feel good, it'll just be mixed in with some pain because she wants to establish this is how sex with her will always be. Since you're a virgin she can distort how you view sex and make you want to have it in the way that she enjoys. ♡

♡ She's very pushy after that whenever you're alone and insists that to be a couple you have to do it very often. If you want to go hang out with friends like like "no we have to have sex tonight, cancel your plans." If you're studying too hard she's telling you to put the book down and she can help you study afterwards.(she wants you to fail so you can be her good housewife once she's a professor.) If you try to do too much of anything she doesn't like you have to have sex instead, sorry. You've never done it before anyways so it's not like you know better than her! ♡

♡ Ellie is the most experienced of the sisters so it would be hypocritical of her to be upset if you weren't a virgin but she is still just so pleased that you are one. To be honest she's had a lot of scenarios she's thought about paying out for your first time together but that's all out the window because she's decided on a simple yet sexy corruption kink fantasy. She doesn't actually do this though, she just thinks about it alot, her self esteem is too low to initiate sex with you even when she's giving you hickies every day, the thought of it just soothes her. ♡

♡ When you do try to take it further though she can't be bothered to plan out what the roleplay is going to be, she can do that later, she's just instantly fumbling around for the straps she bought specifically to use on you and figuring out where the fuck the lube is. You don't really need it since she's planning on eating you out for a long time and you'll be covered in drool but she still wants to get it anyways. ♡

♡ Like I said she eats you out for a very long time and makes sure you're thoroughly stretched and overstimulated before she gets down to business, while there is the small fantasy of shoving it in for the first time and forcing her virginal gf to just accept it but she also wants to be allowed to do this again and you might not allow it again if she's too aggressive and harsh on you the first time so she just sucks it up and does it normally, you still really enjoy it though even if she's not pulling out all her moves cause she's trying to be gentle. ♡

♡ She feels like her skin is actually itching as she waits for you to allow her to do it again and now that you've actually gotten undressed in front of her, her mark leaving routine changes because now she has access to a lot of skin she didn't before and so when she has to mark you, she now makes you strip or at least take off your shirt and pants for it so she can get every area. She seems a lot more motivated at work afterwards too. ♡

[lemon-muncher]

Could u do a scenario where the reader (gn, afab)has denji wear a vibratory in public if you are uncomfortable with this just ignore this ask

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE

Yall are making these submissions so fun

I'm gonna make this scene based off of a BL webcomic I read awhile ago. Let me know if you can guess it

Of course THIS was his idea.

The thought of getting off from you in public when the rest of the world had no clue... It was like a scene from any average porn site. So of course, Denji would like it. And who are you to say no to him when he uses his cute puppy dog eyes. Being the good partner you are, you allowed him to insert a vibrating plug into him before wrapping a nice warm coat around his naked form. "Let's go for a walk, Puppy!"

The deal was two laps. Denji had to make it two laps around the park without touching himself and without cumming. It wasn't that hard, you've edged Denji for days so this shouldn't have been a problem. Yet, with trembling legs Denji clung to you, whimpering about how much he needed some form of release. You continued to fidget with the remote of his vibrator as another couple walked past you. Denji's grip on you tightened as he instinctively bit into the fabric of your coat.

"Now now, Denji~ You don't have to hide your pretty moans from them. I'm sure they like them just as much as I do~" The mockery of your voice mixed with the cool atmosphere of the night sky sent chills down the blonde's spine. "Y/N! Gonna c-cum soon~ I- uGh- I really need to!" His usual boisterous tone was now small and weak as lustful thoughts clouded his mind. "You said you could do it. Did you lie to me, Denji?" "NO! No! I just - hAah- I wanted to make you proud!"

Despite the situation he still finds a way to make it about you. Humming to yourself, you press the small remote, making the vibrator speed max out. A despite cry left Denji's swollen lips. His knees collapsed underneath himself and his muscular arms gripped your body for support. His naked body shock under his larger coat. Large streams of cum soaked the ground underneath you. "I guess you've done enough...let's go home so you can get a treat, Puppy~"

[chaotic-on-main]

Dandelions | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ friends to lovers, first date, love confessions, just pure unadulterated FLUFF

☾ A/N ➼ I'm gonna have to start a separate thing for my song fics I s2g. The amount of songs I have written down to write fics about is insane. Anyways, this is actually a little fic I wrote for @humanitys-strongest-bamf because she said she really wanted a flower date written for her. I kinda took that idea as well as the inspiration from Ruth B's song Dandelions (attached below) AND I forgot Kat had also sent me a prompt request awhile back so this also fulfills that lmao. I hope y'all enjoy!! I've listened to this song for days on repeat so I hope I have captured it well.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2k

It had only taken a couple months for the pure titans to be disposed of, thanks to the efforts of the scouts. This eradication is the reason why you find yourself sneaking off for another lone ride before dusk falls. The hard part wasn’t getting your horse or permission to go outside the walls, it was trying to get out without too many questions from your fellow cadets. You didn’t know how to tell them this was your way of escaping from them and everything else that came crashing since the battle of Shiganshina.

“Oi oi oi! Where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice rings out behind you as you’re saddling up. You feel your heart jump with your body. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning around to face a stern Captain Levi.

“Just a little ride before dinner tonight, Levi. I already got the okay.” He eyes you wearily.

“By yourself?” He crosses his arms.

“Yes, by myself. It’s not like we have any threats out there anymore.” You roll your eyes, smile now fading, before turning back around to tighten straps.

“People can be just as dangerous.” He gripes back. You feel his eyes burning holes in your head.

“Sounds like someone is worried about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried. Who knows what trouble you’ll get yourself into.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Tch, I trust you.” His words make you grin, but you quickly wipe it off your face before turning back around once you’re satisfied with your gear. You stare at him for a moment, his eyes meeting yours a second later.

“I’ll be back. I promise.” You say softly as you grip your reins tightly ready to lead your horse out of the stables.

“Just be careful.” He mutters, stepping aside to give you space to leave. His words make your heart jump again. Your eyes linger on each other as you walk past, a quick nod shared between the two of you as a goodbye.

On today's ride, you decide to aim for a bundle of trees sitting at the base of a small mountain to the west of the southern gate that you had noticed a while back. A couple hours pass before your destination comes into view. By your estimate, you had about an hour before being forced to head back lest you be surrounded by darkness.

You stare into the thick trees as you hand feed a treat to your tied off horse, an abrupt nip at your fingers alerting you to your now treat-less palm. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat her nose reassuringly.

"I'll be back, okay? Don't go anywhere." You whisper up at her wide eyes. She bids you goodbye with another nip.

As you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and gangly trees, you can't help but feel excitement for what might be on the other side. Looking up, you use a hand to half cover your eyes from the late afternoon sun filtering in between the leafy branches. Bird song weaves through the now thickening trees and into your ears. You softly whistle the song back as your fingers fumble with the latches on your waist. After a moment, the sketchbook you currently use as a guidebook is free from its confines. As always with every expedition you've ever been on, you are ready to document anything you see and hear.

It takes several more minutes before you finally stumble into a clearing. Whatever you had expected to find, it was leagues under from your current display. A meadow, far grander than anything you've ever seen, expands in an oval in front of you. Trees surround the whole area tall and strong, like knights in a line of defense. A small stream cuts through diagonally, telling stories with its gentle babble. You step deeper into it all with your eyes as wide as can be, soaking in this picture-perfect moment.

Looking down as you walk, your eyes become overwhelmed with the multitude of colors peppering your vision. Flowers of various sizes and lengths shift in the breeze as you walk by and something in you warms. Your eyes catch something that makes you stop abruptly.

“Oh wow.” You whisper as you slide down to your hands and knees so that you are eye level with a particular looking plant that didn’t very much look like a flower at all. The stem is brown, an odd color, you think, but it looked like a normal stem at least. The top however, where the petals would be, was soft and… furry? You reach out and lightly touch it. Much to your surprise, some of the fuzzy bits detach and fly off into the wind. A burst of laughter escapes from your chest and a memory stirs within you at the sight.

Armin had talked to you about these plants - dandelions. According to him, if you blow on the white bits to make them scatter and make a wish at the same time, it will come true. It was so silly, you think, but really what could it hurt? People wish on shooting stars all the time - this would be no different.

It takes you a moment, but you find a dandelion perfect for the wish you had in mind. You decide to plop yourself into the plush grass next to the creek, flower in hand. You feel a rush of heat sear your cheeks at not only what you were about to do but also what you were about to wish for. After making sure you were alone with a quick survey around, you sit forward and stare hard at the white fuzz. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.

“I wish for Levi to be mine.” Then blow.

.

Levi calls your name from behind, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts for a moment. You pull back on your reins until Levi can fall into step with you. When you glance over, he arches an eyebrow at you with a silent question of, "Where are we going?" He must have noticed your change in course, now heading west instead of straight south. To be honest, you wouldn’t have even noticed that you had shifted directions if Levi hadn’t said anything. This ride has become second nature to you. After your initial discovery, the meadow quickly became your fortress of solitude and you found yourself coming back again and again without thinking about it.

After weeks of patiently waiting, an opportunity to team up with Levi to check out the port construction progression finally came. Whether that came from luck or your constant pestering to Commander Hange, you didn't know. Regardless, you were both nervous and excited to finally share your most prized secret with Levi no less. All you give him in return for his silent question is a simple, "Trust me." before squeezing your thighs together then galloping off, leaving your captain in the dust.

The sun bares straight down by the time you and Levi make it to your makeshift hitching post just outside your favored path. On the ground next to it sits a half bucket of water and you give yourself a mental reminder to fill it the next time you’re here. Levi doesn't say anything as he ties off his horse, mirroring your movements with deft fingers. Nor does he say anything as you pull off the basket you had tied onto your saddle so long ago hidden with goodies you packed the night before. He still doesn't say anything as he follows you on the beaten path you’ve made from your many visits. Levi's silence was normal, and yet…

"Aren't you going to ask where I'm taking you? I could be leading you to your death, you know." You glance back at Levi, eyes locking on each other. His expression might be unreadable to most, but to you there was a subtle bliss written all over his face. You shoot him a smile while you wait for his answer.

"You asked me to trust you. So I'm trusting you. Besides, you can't take me on your own. You got a death wish?" He grumbles back to you.

"Who said I was alone?" You quip as you twist back around to watch where you were going, swinging the basket in your hands as you walk. Levi scoffs behind you. A comfortable silence blankets the both of you yet again.

It takes a bit but finally the clearing comes into view and those anxious thoughts start clouding your mind again. What if he thinks this is a waste of time? What if he thinks you're ridiculous for this? What if he doesn't share the same feelings for you as you do for him? Levi calls your name again to get your attention. God, you loved how he said your name.

Your eyes focus just as you step through with Levi in tandem. There's a gentle wind today; it blows through the multi-colored meadow in a way that makes the flowers look like they're dancing. The breeze is even soft enough that your favored dandelions stay intact, not a single seed threatens to blow away.

"Is this where you’ve been escaping to?"

"You notice?" You glance his way nervously. As usual, he has no significant emotion on his face, but to say he was emotionless would be a lie. His eyes shift from the babbling creek to the colorful field and then onto your face, eyes soft. The way he looks at you, it makes a part of you feel so alive and free.

"Sometimes." His comment makes you look away, a flush of heat already nipping at your cheeks.

"I-uh, I wanna show you something." You set off deeper into the meadow without checking to see if he’s following.

A moment later, you come upon the spot you had surveyed a couple days in advance, perfect for what you had in mind. In a swift motion, you pull out a blanket from the basket hanging from your arm and splay it on the ground. Once settled, you plop yourself down on the cloth to keep it from flying away. When you look up, Levi’s staring at you incredulously.

“Is this a date?” he asks dryly.

“Do you want it to be?” You ask, patting the empty spot next to you as you do. He hesitantly sits down next to you, unsure of what to do with his body but eventually settles on sitting crisscross like you. He stares over at you, a little bit of shock cracking through his still features. “Levi, I’m kidding. It doesn’t have to be. I just wanted to show you my favorite spot.” You mutter over to him, rolling your eyes. You swallow down your nerves. Maybe he isn’t as interested in you as you had hoped. As you start to unpack the basket of the lunch rations you had stowed away, he speaks up softly.

“I wouldn’t mind. It being a date, I mean.” His voice stays monotone, but his words make you double-take at him. Levi is flushed pink, starting from his neck then ending at the tips of his ears. A wide grin breaks out on your face as you finally comprehend what he just said.

“Really? Because this would have been so embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, I would have had to run away and start a new life somewhere else. When I talked to Mikasa about this, she was all ‘love like this only happens once in a lifetime.’ and it made me think that you might actually be the love of mi-“ You’re cut off by Levi’s nimble fingers pulling your chin in his direction, his face a lot closer than you remembered it being. He whispers your name again.

“Shut up.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and tender. You don’t remember much after that, but you do know that whatever they said about wishing on dandelions had to be true. And you couldn’t wait to wish upon many more in the meadow now shared between you and Levi.

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[moremaybank]

HATE THE CLUB — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary after your breakup with jj, you go through the motions as you try to navigate your life with him no longer part of it. (based on the song “hate the club” by kehlani)

warnings angst, alcohol use, language

author’s note lowercase intended. i skipped some parts of the song that didn't go with what i was writing. also, i'm pretty sure this was ass but i'm trying to get back into the groove of things so please bare with me. not proofread.

find the song here!

series ;; jj masterlist

tired of going out, scared i'll run into you

all of these whereabouts, what is a girl to do?

say no to everything i'm invited to

and i can't do that, no

in the wake of her breakup with jj maybank, y/n tried her best to live her life as she normally would, even if she felt like a vital piece of her was missing.

only, it wasn’t as easy as she'd hoped it to be.

everywhere she went, everywhere she turned, she came face to face with memories the two of them had shared over the course of their relationship.

she would go surfing on the beach. but what previously had been a healthy release of pent-up anxiety and stress ultimately transformed into tainted recollections of days soaking up the sun and sand with the blonde-haired boy who still held a strong grasp on her heart.

she could hear his celebratory cheer when she surfed a big wave, could see his bright smile as her gaze landed on the crowd of people in the sand, could see his gorgeous eyes when she looked into the blue of the water.

other times, she would go to their former secret place, a large cliff that overlooked the water from the beach, and the sunset when the time came. she would watch as the pink, orange and purple hues blended into the sky, and she could feel his strong arm slung across her shoulders.

"i'm so damn lucky to be here, watching this gorgeous sunset unfold with the most beautiful girl in the world, here in my arms. so damn lucky to have you," he would whisper.

he'd kiss the back of her shoulder, leaning his chin on top of it as they enjoyed the sights before them, the cool breeze of wind dancing across their sunkissed skin.

it was like he was there with her everywhere she went. his presence was inescapable. and every flashback that entered her mind pierced her heart deeper than the last.

so, sure enough, y/n stopped looking for reasons to leave her house.

her friends would invite her out to dinner, to spend the day out on their boats, and even to run mundane, everyday errands to keep her mind off things.

but it was no use.

even the walk to the mailbox at the end of her driveway felt overwhelming enough, let alone venturing out into town.

and the possibility of seeing him in the flesh only made it more unbearable.

and with the memory of jj clinging onto the places she went, the songs she listened to, the emotions she felt...it was all too much.

losing her favourite boy had her feeling like she didn't know how to live anymore, and it was almost as if she didn't want to.

nothing felt right without him.

i be in the section solo, baby, oh

working on self-control, oh baby, no, oh

finna get antisocial on ya

y/n sat in her room, staring at the message that popped up on her phone.

hey. i know we haven't talked since we ended things, but i haven't seen or heard from you in awhile. you okay?

she blinked. she could never say what she truly wanted to say. what she was dying to say.

no. everything is horrible without you. you promised me that you would never leave me. that you would always be by my side, no matter what. and then you left. did i mean anything to you? was everything you've ever said to me all a lie? were we a lie?

but she knew nothing good would come from saying those things to him. anything he said in response would only scar her even more.

so, she left it. she tossed her phone aside, running a hand through her hair and glancing around her dark bedroom.

she was all by herself. she was alone.

damn, you know i hate the club

but i came 'cause i knew you'd show up

maybe if i drank enough

i'll make my way over to ya (x2)

about a month after the breakup, y/n finally mustered up the courage to attend a party in the cut with her friends.

she might not have been ready to face jj, but she figured she could have a few drinks, and smoke so much that she would forget her name by the end of the night. maybe find an attractive touron to distract herself with. whatever the night handed her, she planned to take.

so there she stood, leaning against a tall and large rock, swirling the drink in her cup aimlessly as she tried to remind herself why she thought that coming to this party would be a good idea.

her eyes tracked the faces of all the party-goers, but all she wanted to see was him. even if it was just a glimpse. just a speck of blonde locks, the scent of weed mixed with his musky cologne, anything.

and that's when she saw him.

he was sitting on a log that rested upon the sand, a hand combing through his messy strands as he stared at the ground before him. he took a swig of the beer in the red solo cup in his hand, gulping it down before his eyes landed on you, across the way.

his eyes gleamed due to the bonfire in front of him. the corners of his lips tipped upwards, that dimple of his that she had traced with her fingers and lips oh so many times, coming through slightly.

for a split second, she thought, maybe i can do this. maybe i can approach him, offer to be friends, start with a clean slate. maybe he'll say yes, and i can still have him in my life, even if i don't have him in the way i want to. maybe it'll be alright.

she prayed the alcohol she had been knocking back all night would give her the strength she needed to face him. she tried taking a few steps in his direction, her heart pounding harshly against her ribs.

she couldn't do it.

the longer she gazed at the small smile playing on his lips, his bright eyes holding the world in them, the hands that had brushed against every part of her bare skin, the more it became painfully clear.

nothing could prepare her to confront him. seeing him alone was more of a hardship than she'd expected.

she dropped her gaze from his.

she wasn't ready.

your homegirl told me you would be here

besides you, ain't no one to see here

"john b mentioned that jj's going tonight. you gonna be okay?"

"yeah...gotta face him some time and get back to my life, right?"

sarah gave her friend a small but warm smile, her hand grabbing y/n's and giving it a gentle squeeze as if to say, don't worry, you got this, and y/n felt a little lighter.

maybe she could do this.

however, as soon as y/n actually laid eyes on that beautiful, truly one-of-a-kind boy, all hope was lost.

all those people, yet the only one that mattered to her was him. but even so, she couldn't take him standing there in the flesh, so close together, yet miles apart all the same.

she fooled herself into believing that laying eyes on him would help her feel a bit of peace. that if she saw him happy, maybe it would make her happy too, knowing he wasn't in the pain that she was. that perhaps, she could actually get out of the funk she was in and stop aimlessly wandering around the outer banks as if she was a ghost.

but she was totally, completely, utterly wrong.

she was forced to look at everything she couldn't have, and it hurt like a bitch.

it's a saturday, shopping in LA

yeah, that's your shit

on the second floor with your pants down low hanging off your hips

back when they were together, in lieu of saturday night parties, jj and y/n would stay in. they'd compile a list of movies to watch, order more food than the two of them could stomach, cuddle up on the couch under a thick blanket and simply enjoy the time they had together.

loving caresses against one's back, kisses placed on top of one's head, hands clasping together and playing with the other's fingers. drinking in the familiar scent of the other's skin, the audible beat of their hearts pumping blood throughout their bodies. just drowning in each other and enjoying each other's company. it was their favourite way to spend time together.

"let's get married."

"...what? you can't be serious."

"i am. i love you, y/n. you're the love of my life. people spend years, even decades searching for the person that makes them glad to be alive. the one that excites them, and pushes them to be their best selves. the one that they want to spend the rest of their lives loving, and cherishing. that's who you are to me. i could spend the rest of my life loving you if you'd let me. so let me."

after all that, he still threw away everything they had, and now, saturdays consisted of reminiscing on what could have been.

i walked out the section solo, baby, oh

lost all my self-control, oh baby, oh, oh

you wanna get antisocial, baby?

we could head home, baby

y/n felt tears pricking at her eyes as she stood on the shore, the tide coming in and soaking her toes every so often. her pride told her not to cry, not to let people, and most of all, jj, see just how broken up she was about things.

it was a valiant first effort. she got up, she got out of the house, and she tried. that's what counted. that's all that mattered.

progress, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary friends. progress.

so, she let herself give in to her wishes and started on the journey home.

she passed jj as she left the party, their eyes locking for a brief moment, and she wondered if he could hear the thoughts inside of her head. follow me. talk to me. look at me long enough to see that i'm hurting, to see that i need you, to see that i can't do this without you.

but alas, one cannot always get what one wants, no matter how badly one wants it.

say you miss me, well, i need proof

i came all this way to see you

every word you say is see-through

you be lying, baby, me too

the minute y/n stepped into her bedroom, she heard her phone ping. she sighed, reading the message that had come through.

i want you. i miss you. i need you.

y/n almost wanted to laugh. she also wanted to bawl her eyes out.

she dragged herself to a party so she could see him with her own two eyes. so she could talk to him. she longed for closure, anything to stop her from feeling as horrible as she had been since jj left her. but he didn't do anything. he didn't try to ease her pain, he didn't make an effort to talk to her, hell, it was as if she didn't exist.

she typed out a reply, the words on the screen breaking her heart but setting her free all the same.

i don't belong to you anymore. you can't have me.

sure it might have been a lie. it might have been the exact opposite of how she felt deep down inside, but it didn't matter anymore.

she waited for his reply, watching the three dots bounce on the screen as he searched for something to say, only to watch the dots disappear.

he didn't say anything, so she wouldn't say anything either.

[butlersxbirdy]

You Light My Morning Sky: The Graceland Adventure Day 2

All The Pretty Stars Shine For You, My Love

Warnings: Smut, fem!dom partner, waxing, discussion of kinks and punishment, mentions of Priscilla Presley, kink negotiations, emotional discussions, absolute cuteness

Shopping with Austin was always an experience; he knew what he liked and what he didn't, and wasn't afraid to shop for hours finding the perfect thing.

Shopping with Austin when he was determined to show you off and shop for something perfect for you, was a whole fresh kind of ordeal. It wasn't hell, but it could be tedious. You were a lot less picky, especially about dresses and lingerie. Austin, however, is insistent upon everything being perfect for you. So when you arrive, freshly showered and a little wobbly on your legs, to the formal wear and lingerie boutique on Beale street, you know this is going to take awhile.

"Why are we shopping for formal wear?" You ask nervously. "Austin..." you say in a warning tone and he blushes.

"Please let me spoil you, Mama?" He asks, and the tone in his voice signals that in this moment, to get what he wants, he will get on his knees in public. You raise your clasped hands to your lips and kiss the inside of his wrist, nuzzling a little.

"Okay, baby. You've been so good for me," you praise him and he smiles happily, leading you into the store with a spring in his step.

"We have an appointment today, we're a little late," he blushes. "Its under Butler," he clarifies and the shop girls smile in recognition.

"Ah! Yes, we have you in the schedule, who are you shopping for?" They ask, talking to him like you're not there. He tugs you close to him and kisses your cheek.

"My gorgeous girl," he smiles, and they size me up with their eyes.

"I see! Well, we should be able to find plenty of things, let's get started!" One of them says kindly, and she takes charge.

"I should have marked you up," you hum in his ear and he shivers.

"Later," he purrs. He's really ready to beg. The girls let the two of you shop, selecting a few things, but you mostly let Austin pick everything out for you.

"Why don't you go try on some things?" He suggests with a smile after there's about ten dresses in the dressing room. You sigh and look at him.

"Are you aware you're lucky I love you?" You tease him and he pouts.

"I'm the lucky one. Now go," he guides you over to the dressing room. You take a deep breath and try on the ones you don't love first. You step out in s gold satin dress with a high neck and a slit in the leg. Austin makes a face when you pose and shakes his head.

"Oh, no. Doesn't make your eyes pop, and that neckline is blocking my view," he sends you back behind the curtain, and you mercifully eliminate three others based on his feedback.

You come back out in a black dress with a scoop neck, strappy back, and waterfall a line skirt with some chiffon layers. This one looks more like you're attending a beach wedding, and you feel comfortable in it. You walk out to Austin and give a little twirl, which makes the skirt fly around you. Austin's legs spread, and his fingers trace his lower lip as his eyes darken. He nods and flicks his hand. He has now taken over.

"Go try on more, but we're getting that," he says hoarsely. You nod, cheeks flushing, and you next try on a short dress. It's in your favorite color, and it looks amazing on you. The straps tie in elegant bows on the shoulders, and the neckline is plunging sweetheart. The bodice fits you in all the right ways, and the skirt flares out, hitting you mid thigh. Its beautiful, and you try it on with the red bottom heels they put in the room for you.

You walk out and Austin's eyes widen, lip bitten harshly between his teeth. He sits forward, legs still spread, and he holds up a set of lingerie that he picked out. It's black and lacy, and you want to feel the softness of it against your skin.

"For tonight, Kitten?" You ask, and he leans in close, biting the inside of your thigh. You gasp and he kisses the spot where he bit.

"This is absolutely the perfect pairing, Mama," he hums. When your legs work well enough to go back to the dressing room, you turn and he smacks your ass. You bite your lip and successfully remain upright. He was in so much trouble.

You try on one other dress that you keep; a short strapless, 70's style drapey dress with gorgeous big sleeves and a lot of attention on your chest. You knew Austin would love it, and you wanted to wear something nice that fit the theme at Graceland. You wondered how you'd get it out of here without him seeing, but you decide to try.

"Kitten, can you go pick out a few more things only you get to see me in?" You ask softly. "I'll go get the dresses," you add, and his eyes narrow.

"It's getting charged to me, Mama, you don't get to sneak off and pay for your own dresses," he pouts slightly. You laugh and kiss him.

"I'd never. I'm just still deciding between two different shoes," you smile. He grins.

"Okay, Mama, I'll go lingerie shop for you," he agrees, with his trademark wink. You go to the counter and they ring you up without issue. You emphasize keeping the secret one a secret, and they do it perfectly. You thank them and then wait for Austin, who apparently wants to keep his a secret too because he asks you to turn away as he comes back into view.

"Okay, okay," you sigh and you do. As he passes behind you, he drops a kiss on your neck before checking out and getting everything boxed up and bagged. You uncover your eyes when he returns to your side, and you kiss him softly before leading him out of the store.

"Do we need to go shopping for anything else?" You ask, and he nods, then pauses, and shakes his head.

"Nothing that can't wait," he smiles hungrily. You want to correct his notions about what happens next but you need to talk first. You call for the car and driver, and then you look at him adoringly. You kiss his jaw gently and squeeze his hand.

"Let's wait until we get in the car," you say softly. He frowns a little but nods, and clings closer to you, wrapping his arms around you while you wait.

When you get in the car, you sit in such a way that he can lay down on you if he wants. You put the partition up and you cup his face in your hands.

"Austin, we've explored sexual dominance and submission, and the sweet, daily life aspects of you being cared for as my sweet boy. But today," you take a deep breath. This is the part you're not great at. "Today you earned a punishment. We haven't talked about this before, so I wanted to talk about it before we start. What kind of punishments are you okay with?" You ask, holding him gently.

"Don't hit me," he says immediately and you shake your head.

"No, never, baby not in a million years, that's not..." you take a deep breath. "I'm talking about edging, spanking, making you wait, wearing a cockring while I ride you," you explain. "I'm never gonna hurt you," you say firmly and he kisses you.

"I'd love being edged. I know I said no hitting but you know I like spanking. Cockrings are fine," he lists, running his fingers over his bottom lip. He pauses and looks at you. He reaches his hand out to hold yours. "Making me wait is okay, but Mama, please... you have to explain it every time. I can't look at you and wonder whether or not you want me. And I definitely can't feel like you don't want me and not know why," he says softly. You nod and you give him a sweet kiss.

"I wouldn't put you in that position, Baby Boy," you comfort him and he leans on you, resting his head on your chest.

"I trust you, Mama, but I had to say something," he smiles a little, playing with the soft material of your shorts the way he plays with his rings.

"Good boy... good boy for telling me. I will make sure to always communicate. And we use the color system for that too, you say Red whenever you need," you remind him. He nods and you roll down the partition.

You give an address to the driver and roll the partition back up before Austin can say anything. He looks at you, surprised.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you smirk.

"You'll see, Kitten. You're in big trouble baby," you purr and he gulps.

"I know, Mama, I got carried away... I'll take my punishment," he nods, pouting a little. You grin and take his hand.

"I know exactly what your punishment will be, Kitten. We're going to start with making you wait. Very simple, a good first time with a real punishment," you blush sheepishly. You hadn't been good at making yourself stick to punishing Austin. He was too sweet but you couldn't let the behavior in the shop stand. He knew it too.

"What's the blush for, Mama?" He asks, holding your hand. You look him in the eye and sigh.

"I'm bad at being firm with you," you say quietly. "I'm not strong," you whisper. He gasps and gets on his knees and rests his cheek on your thigh.

"You're the strongest woman I've ever known. The best Mama. I'm gonna be right here on my knees for you until our dinner to prove it. You make me get on my knees without lifting a finger and I love the shit out of you for that, and so much more," he assures you, nuzzling you the whole time. You look at him, hardly daring to believe he is real.

"I can't believe your heart so perfectly fits with mine, Aust. I love you," you whisper and pet his hair lovingly as he smiles against your skin, and you travel the rest of the short trip to your destination whispering sweet words to each other.

Austin's punishment, he is absolutely gutted to find out, is you getting a Brazilian wax. The care instructions for after a brazillian are very strict, or at least the woman who waxed you was very strict; no sex for 24 hours after. All he can do as you head back to the house is picture how smooth and soft your pussy is, and how you'll look dripping wet for him.

"You picturing it?" You ask him as you're curling your hair later, getting ready for dinner. He's sitting on the bed, adjusting himself often. He's hard and frustrated, and it's sending thrills down your spine.

"Of course. Can't help it. It's my favorite pussy in the world and you just took it away from me for 24 godforsaken hours," he pouts.

"So...its not about the wax?" You ask, moving on to your makeup.

"What?" He asks, lifting his head from his hands, looking at you carefully. "No," he shakes his head, sn incredulous smile on his face. "I don't need you to do anything you don't normally do, or want to do, for me to love that perfect tight heat and sensitive little clit of yours," he assures you with a groan, and he's back on his knees by your side as you do your makeup. You go for relatively simple, but Austin looks up from where he's skirting the line of his punishment by nuzzling between your thighs.

"Can I look?" He asks and you push back your bathrobe and rest a leg on the counter.

"No touching. But you can look," you grin, and go back to your makeup. The second he can see, he whines.

"Fuck," he moans and licks his lips. You give him a warning look and he blushes, staying silent until you put down the makeup brushes.

"Let me help," he says when he sees that you're unsure of what else to do with your look. You smile and help him up.

"Thanks Kitten," you praise him, and when you close your eyes, he adds a Priscilla-esque wing to your lids with a little sparkle and some mascara that definitely makes you look like you have fake lashes. You kiss him and he fixes your lipstick.

"Get ready, Kitten. I'm gonna get dressed," you hum and he nods after spritzing you with setting spray.

You put on the black balconette lace bra and the lace cheeky panties that go with it, following Austin's request even though he's not going to have the kind of night he thought he'd have when he picked them out.

You put on the dress he reacted so positively to, and shake out your curls. Your hair now falls in soft waves, framing your face. You put on the red bottom black pumps and grab your black clutch, and go to find Austin. When you do, you gasp. He's in a sheer black shirt, black pants, and a dark purple jacket. His shoes are shiny black, and they look perfect for dancing.

He looks like he has stepped back into the parts of Elvis he loved, and left behind the parts that broke his heart. His eyes are not dark, and there's a smile, not a frown, playing at the corners of his mouth. He looks at you and he steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you, spinning you in a circle.

"You look beautiful..." he hums against your neck. "I love you so much," he presses his forehead to yours, and you cup his jaw gently with one hand.

"I love you entirely, more than I thought I'd love anyone," you whisper and he kisses you, snapping a rare pic of the two of you, your hand on his jaw and his lips on yours. He takes another of your faces pressed together, nuzzling each other. He pockets his phone with a smile and he takes your hand.

"Okay. Dinner time," his voice cracks a little and you start to wonder what is going on.

"Austin, what is this surprise?" You ask, seeing his nervous demeanor.

"You'll see," he mutters, and you rub his chest to reassure him. When you pull up to the restaurant, he looks at you.

"Okay. Remember to breathe," he says and you blink. What the hell is he doing?

When the hostess sees the two of you, she ushers you up some stairs and to a back private balcony overlooking the city.

"Your server will be right with you, your third is already here," she says, and exits quickly. You walk around a small corner and the view is somehow even better, but it's hard to focus on that; walking toward you, looking stunning as ever, is Priscilla Presley.

You can't help but gasp, and Austin squeezes your hand before letting you go so he can give her a big hug.

"Hey, Cil," he sighs happily, and she also has a big smile on her face.

"Hey baby," she hugs him tight. "Is this your beautiful woman?" She asks and he nods.

"Priscilla, meet y/n. The love of my life," he says proudly, wrapping his arm around you. His words shake you to your core but you focus on the legendary woman in front of you.

"Its so nice to meet you Ma'am," you sputter and she laughs.

"Oh gosh, call me Priscilla. Did you like your surprise room?" She asks and you nod, turning bright red and you are thankful for your makeup.

"I loved it. We love it," you smile and she gives you a hug.

"I'm so glad. I'm happy Austin is so happy." Her smile is infectious, and Austin leads both of you over to the table.

"My beautiful ladies," he smiles, stepping aside for us to walk ahead of him, but as we walk side by side he calls us back, "look here!" He grins and when we do, he snaps a picture. You roll your eyes and Priscilla puts her arm around you, so he can snap another picture.

"He's been on one today," you tell Priscilla. "He was just absolutely unruly at the dress shop and now he's photographing me nonstop," you blush and Priscilla grins at him.

"Austin's in love," she teases, and he blushes.

"Guilty," he confesses, and then sits back and lets you two talk. You talk about your work in PR and how you met Austin, and even how you got together. You even talk about her daughter, and her husband. The massive amount of love in her heart astounds you, and you sit, mesmerized, listening to her. Dinner flies by quickly and as you're sipping cocktails after everything has been cleared away, she looks at Austin.

"You're going tomorrow?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"Day after. Don't know where we're going tomorrow. You coming with?" He asks, and she shrugs.

"I may drop by," she grins mischievously and you roll your eyes.

"Between the two of you, I'm gonna die of surprises," you sigh, crossing your arms.

"Relax, Mama, it's just Graceland," he hums, instantly attentive to you and holding you as close as he can.

When you decide to call it a night, Priscilla pays despite you and Austin firmly insisting otherwise.

"You buy next time," she assures us, and she gives you her number so you can make plans. You smile and you thank her. Austin asks permission to go get the cars ordered, and you let him go.

"Thank you for joining us, Priscilla, you're... god, you're amazing," you gush, not knowing what else to say now that you've sent away your buffer.

She smiles at you and looks back in the direction of the door Austin left through.

"He is amazing, hun. And seeing him look at you, compared to how he was during filming, He was waiting for you. He loved you then. If you don't love him just the same if not more, let him go. And if you do, let yourself love him loudly. Don't love him silently. Let him know at every moment that he is loved," she says and you blink back tears.

"I love him endlessly," you whisper, and she squeezes your hand.

"Good. Make him send those pictures to me, I bet we look absolutely amazing," she winks at you and you laugh, following her down the stairs. Austin is grinning, waiting for the both of you, and when she pulls him into a tight hug and they look at each other, with so much between them, you snap a picture of your own to keep for later.

When you've said your goodbyes, and you're back in the car, Austin is back on his knees, all smiles now.

"Thank you for the incredible night, baby boy," you say softly.

"You're welcome, Mama," he sighs softly.

"Do you think he knows?" You ask softly. "Do you think he knows that people love him, and that people love her? I think he'd like knowing that he was loved, but... he'd love knowing how loved she is."

"Oh, he knows," Austin says confidently.

"How do you know?" You ask and he looks you in the eye.

"Because I dove into his broken heart, and he fixed mine. I got you," he whispers. Tears fall from your eyes as you kiss him, open mouthed and full of unchecked passion. When you have to pull away, both to make his punishment less painful and so both of you can breathe, you still can't keep your eyes off him.

"You lied to me," you say softly, and he frowns a little, looking up at you.

"Never, Mama... never," he strokes your cheek.

"You told me I was the strongest woman you'd ever met," you smile lovingly, kissing his wrist so he knows he's not in trouble. "At best, I'm in second place."

"She is amazing, huh?" He smiles. "I'm glad she likes you."

"I'm glad too, Baby," you hum and he leans in and kisses you. He carries you in to the house when you arrive, undresses you, takes off your makeup, and brushes your hair. You're tucked in bed and almost asleep by the time he's done undressing, and he slides into bed next to you, resting his head on your stomach and kissing you softly. You play with his hair gently and when you're sure he's asleep, you whisper "You're the love of my life too."

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Call You Mine

Summary - When Y/N meets Jensen on the set of Supernatural, her life takes an unexpected turn. Never in her wildest dreams, Y/N thought that their casual friendship will change into something sinful after they shoot a risqué scene together one night.

Pairing - Jensen x Y/N, Jensen x OFC!Millie

Warnings - Angst, infidelity, mentions of guilt and despair, explicit mention of extramarital affairs, SMUT 18+ minors DNI (p in v, fingering, dirty talk), slight mention of Dom!Jensen (it's very slight), fluff, a happy ending.

WC - 3052

Square Filled - Free Space ( @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo); Song Based Fic ( @spnmixedbingo )

A/N 1 - This is a submission for @tvdspngirl314's challenge. My prompt was "I met a girl, we talked, it was epic."

Also this is a submission for @negans-lucille-tblr's "7Ks of the Week Challenge" (Congratulations on your 7k)

@deangirl93's 500 followers challenge (congrats on your 500). My prompt was the song "I Can't Quit You Baby". All prompts are in bold.

A/N 2 - This is a work of pure fiction and irl I absolutely do not support the act of cheating in a relationship. No hate towards the Ackles fam. I love Danneel and for the sake of the fic, Jensen is married to an OFC and not Dee.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks, hon <33)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I can't quit you baby

So I'm gonna put you down for awhile

I said I can't quit you baby

I guess I gotta put you down for awhile

“Jensen...” The name rolled off her tongue effortlessly as the man’s fingers danced across her bare skin, his electrifying touch leaving Y/N breathless, panting and begging for more. The very touch of his that had started it all.

Everyone always expressed how being in love was the most exhilarating feeling in the world, but no one ever spoke about the perils of being in love with a person who already belonged to someone else. The ring on Jensen's finger served as a wistful and painful reminder of that.

As soon as the doors had closed, the actor had backed up Y/N against the elevator, letting her see the need in his eyes. His hands had sneaked behind her, his fingers entangling with the strands of her hair, completely messing the hairstyle she had pulled off for the m&g panel in the evening. Her hands landed on his biceps, trying to steady herself. Their lips moulded together so perfectly as if they were made for each other, but it pained Y/N to think that she was nothing but his dirty mistress.

Their relationship, if she could even call it one, was all about clandestine meets, stolen stares and subtle touches. Jensen was like a drug for her and she was high on the thrill of being with him even if he was gone in the morning, leaving her behind with nothing but guilt.

Jensen had closed the door of the suite behind him as they stepped into Y/N’s room together. With lips swollen from their heavy makeout in the elevator, he wasted no time as she found herself pinned to the wall by the actor's strong hands. In the fairly lit room, she noticed his wedding band was now missing. Y/N knew Jensen and his wife's relationship was on the rocks even before she had started to work on the SPN set. Which was also the reason why few months ago, the hide-and-seek between them and the hungry paps with cameras had started.

Hands on her hips, Jensen had pulled her close on the set, more than the director demanded it. That night, he had found himself standing inside her trailer, after the fated shot. The heart wants what it wants and just as the saying went, they had given in to their burning desires. In a moment of weakness, Jensen had broken off every single one of his vows and destroyed any hope of salvaging his relationship with his estranged wife.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jensen ripped her blouse off, unhooking her bra quickly, barely containing his eagerness before stepping out of his own jacket. Y/N clutched at the ends of the counter, knocking off the magazines lying on top of it and draping her other arm around Jensen's firm body. He delicately cupped her face as his mouth devoured hers. She could taste the mint and coffee on his lips feeling his teeth graze roughly against her, making her moan into him. The actor pushed her legs apart with his knees and stood close between her thighs as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

In desperate need of air, they momentarily separated before Jensen dipped his head down again, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck. Y/N’s legs buckled under his hypnotic touch when his mouth found her pulse point and she supported herself against his body. Jensen's hands moved down to her breasts, kneading them. His fingers caressed her hard nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud.

“Jay, please-” Y/N could only form two words as Jensen flicked her nipple while his fingers worked on the other one, spurring her on. Words weren't quite necessary, cause the man knew exactly what she needed. He knew her every tic, her every emotion like the back of his hand and Y/N was aware of that fact as well. No one could ever worship her body like he did.

Jensen was still wearing the black polo shirt, his noticeable bulge painfully straining in his jeans. She felt her wetness dampening the fabric of her panties as she thrusted her hips forward in need of some friction, her heated core brushing against his bulge.

Pulling apart for a second, Jensen’s viridian eyes studied her as his hands sneaked under her skirt. He watched her intently as she sucked on her bottom lip, closing her eyes when his fingers grazed past her soakedpanties.

A moan escaped her wet lips when Jensen's fingers hooked themselves with the waistband and in one swift pull, got rid of the panties. It quickly glided down her legs, pooling at her feet. He teased her by flicking at her bundle of nerves, making her lean her head back against the wall.

Y/N swayed on her feet a little, her hold on his shoulders tightening as she finally felt her legs give away when his fingers rubbed circles on her clit.

“Fuck-” she panted as he pushed a single finger inside her.

“Have you been thinkin’ about me all day?” Jensen leaned towards her ears, his scruff grazing across her neck. Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice, eyes still squeezed shut in sheer ecstasy.

“Sweetheart, use your words.” He ordered as his finger curled inside her.

“Yeah-fuck, yes.” Jensen kissed below her ear, smirking against her skin when she obediently answered him.

“I have been thinkin’ about you too, counting down the hours till I could get you alone.” He whispered against her neck. She mewled at the feeling of him adding another finger, his thick digits stretching her out as they curled inside her. “That little dress wasn't helping either.”

“Uh-huh,” she could feel the coil inside her tightening as his finger worked their way inside her, his thumb rubbing at her folds and clit, edging her on.

“I have thinkin’ all day about you clenching around my fingers and then my cock-” his words had an immediate effect as she clenched around his fingers as he kept pumping into her, “you've thinkin’ about that too, huh?” Y/N nodded again.

“What did I say? Words.” His other hand travelled down her body, stopping at her stomach and he pinched at her waist. “Words, baby.”

“I-I have been thinki-” Y/N panted when she realised she was close to her climax. Jensen picked up his pace and pumped his fingers faster into her, brushing past her g-spot over and over again.

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

Oh, when you hear me, honey, baby,

You know you're my one desire

“Lemme say it, sweetheart. I know you've been thinking how I would make you come on my fingers, how my dick is gonna fill you up, make you come all over me. Don't lie.” Jensen's every assumption was right to the dot. She had been thinking of everything to the last detail since the moment she watched him get out of his car, right outside of the convention building. But there was another thought on her mind, the image of him pushing her against one of the counters of his empty brewery a few weeks ago with him buried deep inside her.

That was the last she had seen Jensen before the convention as he had gone back home to his wife.

His wife.

The one woman he had promised to be with in sickness and health, till death do them apart. Guilt clouded Y/N’s mind but all rational thoughts flew out of the window when he lowered his head, kissing the neck and the coil inside her finally snapped.

With a cry of his name, she came undone on his fingers, her legs finally giving away but Jensen's hold prevented her from toppling over. He pulled his fingers out as she whimpered at the feeling. His digits still covered in her juices, Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N panted, trying to come down from the high but she wanted more. She needed to feel him.

“Y/N-” Jensen rasped, looking right at her with lust blown eyes. Y/N smacked her lips at the sight of his freckled, toned body.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He smirked as Y/N eagerly reached out for his belt buckle.

“Uh-huh.” She agreed. Jensen bit back a moan when she reached out to palm his bulge. He threw his head back at the feeling of her hand on his erection through his jeans.

“It has been weeks-” Jensen said, clearly hinting at their last time together at the brewery. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans along with his boxers, his erection springing free from its confines.

“Baby, it has been weeks since I felt your tight pussy wrapped around me. Fuck.” Y/N looked at him with hooded eyes and wrapped her fingers around his length, running her palm along its shaft and her thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, already lined with beads of precum. Jensen hiked her skirt up, pushing her hands away and gave his hard cock a few slow strokes. He nudged her sensitive core with his swollen tip, all while pulling out sweet, sinful noises out of her.

“Jay,” he loved hearing her needy moans, her voice raspy when she called out his name. His hands grabbed her ass and picked her up. Hooking her legs and arms behind him, with her back still firmly pushed up against the wall, Jensen lined himself with at her entrance.

Grunting, he pushed himself into her and wrapped his arms around her body. Y/N’s mouth fell open with an inaudible moan at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Jensen placed a chaste kiss on her lips as he let her adjust to his size before slowly pulling out of her, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside, and pushed back in again, much deeper than before.

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him close as she bucked up her hips to match his rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jensen grunted as he started to thrust faster.

Y/N whimpered, her eyes fluttering close as Jensen snapped his hips forward before slowly drawing them back. With every thrust, she inched closer to her release as their breathing became ragged. The actor’s skin was flushed, his cheeks turning a bright red with beads of sweat lining his forehead as he felt her clench around her. Her nails dug into his back as the coil inside her tightened.

“‘M so close,” she whispered, as he continued to mercilessly pound into her.

“Cum around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you all over me-” Jensen growled into her ears, tugging on her earlobes with his teeth and his breath tickled her neck, making her quiver. Jensen had an effect on her that no one ever had. Sometimes, she would say to herself that Millie was a really lucky woman who got to have Jensen all the time and not just on convention weekends and sneaky nights spent in his empty brewery or a trailer park.

And Y/N was the one who was ruining their relationship. A home-wrecker. The tabloids would rightfully call her that if they ever found out about their twisted relationship.

“Jensen, fuck-” a cry of pure ecstasy left her lips as the coil inside her snapped once more and she felt herself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen's thrust had become sloppy. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting a few more times. Burying his face in the crook of her neck a muffled scream of her name escaped his lips as he spilled into her, his white, hot seed coating her walls.

He lazily circled his hips a few times, his cock becoming soft inside her before he pulled out of her. His cum trickled down her leg, when he set her down, Y/N felt herself go weak in her knees when she tried to stand.

“Hi,” Jensen smiled, their eyes meeting, before he leaned forward.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered back. They stood together, holding each other closely with their foreheads touching. Guilt seeped into her and so did despair but she didn't regret any moment they spent together.

“Let me clean up the mess,” Jensen said.

“I'm gonna hop into the shower.” She said, holding out the hope that he would join her but he didn't.

“Alright.” It was all he said. Dejected, she pulled away from him and made her way towards the shower. All she wanted was to spend every single minute with him before he went back to his room to keep up the facade of his happily married life.

In the shower, Y/N thought about the day she had first met Jensen when she was a newbie on the set and reflected back on their rollercoaster of a relationship. There was an instant connection between them. Jensen was always such a gentleman. He truly cared for her, but love... she didn't know if even the idea of love existed between them or if she was just an affair.

She stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Jensen was now In his boxers. He gave her a nod and moved past her into the bathroom. A sad smile formed on her lips as she watched him walk away. She put on a comfortable pair of pjs and crawled into the bed, under the covers, waiting for the exact moment when Jensen stepped out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. And just like every other time, she would watch him leave after he kissed her forehead and told her he doesn't have a choice.

This time though, it was going to be different.

Y/N didn't want Jensen to leave, neither did she want to watch him go so she squeezed her eyes shut, adamant of not responding when he walked up to her.

She flinched when he heard the bathroom door shut. She counted down the minutes till the goodbye kiss but instead she felt the other side of the bed dip down with a familiar weight. Opening her eyes, she felt his hand wrapping around her waist. Jensen was in her bed. She turned to face him.

He was breathing slowly. His long lashes rested against his cheek and his freckled face reflected the look of absolute contentment.

Said you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh, you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh when I feel you near me little girl

I know you are my one desire

“You're staring.” He whispered.

“You're staying.” She replied back, making his beautiful eyes flutter open.

Pursing his lips together, he said, “Do you not want me to?”

“No-I mean, yes. Stay…But, what about Jared?”

“What about him?” He scrunched up his face in confusion.

“What if he finds out about us?” Y/N asked as she panicked. Hiding this relationship from Jared was the hardest task. He was like a brother to Jensen so he didn't want to lie to him but it was important to keep him in the shadows.

“Let him find out. I don't care anymore-”

“Jensen!” Y/N exclaimed. She didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

“It's okay, Y/N.” He said.

“How is it okay?”

“Millie and I are over. I finally ended it.”

Her mouth fell open in complete surprise. Of everything she had expected, this was the last thing she was anticipating to hear. “Our relationship was long dead anyway. We have separated. I'm filing for a divorce once I go back home this week.” Y/N would lie if she said that the thought of him choosing her over his wife had never crossed her mind.

“It's all because of me, isn't it-”

“No. No, sweetheart. We were already over even before I met you. I was just too scared to admit it to myself but then I met a girl, we talked. It was epic and the thought of losing her scared me more than anything else.” Jensen caressed her cheek, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He felt a burden being lifted from his shoulders. He could finally be with the woman he truly loved.

“Does this mean no more hiding?” She said, tears pooled in her eyes. Y/N needed to hear him say it now that she could shout it from the rooftops Jensen belonged to her, and she to him.

“Being with you made me realise what I was missing. All this while, I wasted my time trying to work on a dead relationship when I should have realised sooner that it was a lost case. That you are the one I want 'cause baby, I can't quit you. Millie and I would have never worked out no matter how many couple’s therapy we went to….I have never regretted a single moment I have spent with you. I love what we have. I love you.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in everything he said. Her mind was reeling from his sudden declaration. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as the corners of her lips tugged up, forming a smile but she was too overwhelmed to say anything, which Jensen took the wrong way and it scared him.

“Y/N-” his smile disappeared as his hand dropped from her cheeks, “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?” Y/N immediately moved towards him. Her hands raked through his soft hair before she pulled him in for a longing kiss.

“I didn't even realise when I became yours but I know it happened at some point, Jay. I love you so much.” Y/N said. With smiles and their eyes sparkling with newfound happiness, they stayed in bed as Y/N nuzzled into his side. Jensen's warm hands were wrapped around her and she smiled against his chest. For the first time, the fear of losing Jensen didn't cross her mind because she knew he would stay with her that night and all that would follow. She was going to wake up with him by her side and didn't have to sneak behind anyone's back anymore.

She was happy and in love and so was Jensen.

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[strxwberrylemonxde]

would you be able to write a fluff one shot for shinsou based on "we'll never have sex" by Leith Ross? their music is wonderful and I thought it would be fitting. the reader would be gender neutral, and have previously been in bad relationships. but shinsou is the first good guy in a long time, and it's just sweetness. lyrics & link!! vvv

depollute me, pretty baby

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

oh dilute me, gentle angel

water down what I called being grateful

oh you kissed me, just to kiss me

not to take me home

it was simple

it was sweetness

it was good to know

you look perfect

you look different

i don't wonder about your indifference

if I said you

could never touch me

you'd come over and say I looked lovely

oh you kissed me

JUST to kiss me

not to make me cry

it was simple

you are sweetness

let's just sit awhile

depollute me,

gentle angel

and I'll feel the sickness less and less

come and kiss me

pretty baby

like we'll never have sex

https://youtu.be/NaIsq4rRH_4

A Cautionary Tale

Pairing: H. Shinsou x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff w/ a little bit of comfort

Warning: Brief implications of past toxic relationships

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N - Hello dear anon! Thank you very much for the link and lyrics, they helped so much (you've got some really good music taste!) And thank you so much for the request! So sorry this took a little while, school has been putting me through it 😭 I hope I was able to capture everything you were looking for in this and I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing this one <3

Depollute me, pretty baby

Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream

The first time you met Shinsou, you were cautious.

You learned your lesson the last time you fell in love with someone, and the slight tug of your heart at the thought of him was enough to alert you to tread lightly. You’d be damned if it happened again.

Shinsou wasn’t the type to make friends very often. They usually came to him in the form of loud blonds and overly curious green-heads, but with you, he wanted to know more. To him, you were magnetic, pulling him in close enough to pique his curiosity, but it was slow at first. You never allowed yourself to be caught off guard, and you never allowed yourself to linger around him for too long. Shinsou noticed this caution of yours and deep down, he wanted to be the one who put your mind at ease. It made him all the more inquisitive and filled his mind with wonder.

Your first proper encounter with Shinsou was sweet, sweet to the point of subtle suspicion. The two of you were paired together for a class project, and he promised to meet you in the common room of the class dorms to work on it.

“Oh hey, you’re just in time. I, uh, brought some snacks for us in case you were hungry. I wasn’t sure if you’ve eaten yet…” A sheepish look adorned his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

An awkward silence hung in the air before you replied with a curt and quiet “Oh. Thank you” and felt your heart thud with warmth.

Maybe it was your fear of being used again that made you afraid. Or maybe it was the way your face flushed at his attempts to break the ice that you feared. But eventually, it wasn’t long until you and Shinsou became friends.

What was off-putting to you was the way he treated you. Shinsou treated you like royalty; getting you gifts he saw that reminded him of you, making sure you took care of yourself after a hard day of training, reminding you that you were valid and loved. It was so odd to you, but it made your heart swell. You felt safe when he was near. The cautionary warnings you told yourself slowly began to ease, and for the first time in a while, you felt the rot of your past “lovers” dissolve. Your heart was a little less messy this time around.

“I know that we’re such good friends, but Y/N, would you maybe consider… going out with me sometime…” His voice was unsteady as he struggled to look you in the eyes.

Your stunned silence made him panic, forcing him to scramble and retract his previous statement. “Uh, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I-I’m not forcing you to or anything and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because you mean so much-”

The word slipped out faster than you could think, quieter than you could hear, but Shinsou somehow managed to catch the uttered “yes” that came from you and the small smile that decorated your face.

Oh you kissed me, just to kiss me

Not to take me home

The first time Shinsou kissed you, you were expecting more.

It always ended up that way.

You felt the pull of his lips on yours as the sound of the festival fireworks echoed in the background. You saw no point in trying to stop his movements. Maybe you were starting to regret getting into another relationship.

You would be lying to yourself if you said the kiss you shared wasn’t the type that made you want to live in that moment forever, but the issue was that it always ended the same way.

However, Shinsou was the first to pull away, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose before taking your hand in his.

Ignoring the heat in his face, he spoke up. “Are you ready to go? I have one more place to show you before we have to head back.”

As a surprise, Shinsou wanted to take you to a festival that was in town. He knew how hard you push yourself and he wanted to give you a break. The two of you had spent most of the day there and you took in the beautiful colors that surrounded you. You laughed, and you smiled at the wondrous memories you made together, and deep down, you never wanted it to end. But the deja vu you felt at his words made you anxious.

The last surprise Shinsou had for the evening was the stunning moon garden that was a part of the festival venue. The moonflowers rose brilliantly with the moon, singing to its crest as the stream reflected the ripples of the night sky, stealing your breath as you took it all in.

“Toshi, it’s-” You were at a loss of words.

“I figured you would like it. Midoriya suggested it and I couldn’t turn the opportunity down.” His shy smile made an appearance as he took a step closer to you. He extended his hand out and chuckled.

“Care to dance?”

With a blush on your face and a careful hand, you accepted his invitation. You never knew love could smell so sweet, like moonflowers and midnight dances.

If I said you

could never touch me

you’d come over and say I looked lovely

The first time you cried in front of Shinsou, your heart was put at ease.

It was one of those days where the world seemed to cave, filling your mind with the constant reminders of the past. It made your skin itch, it made your skin crawl.

Shinsou’s attempts at calming you were bleak. He wanted to protect you, to pull you into his arms and shield you, but those attempts were met with pleading utterances.

“Please Toshi, don’t touch me. Not right now.”

His heart may have stung, but his resolve never faltered. He remembered the stories you told of your past relationships, he knew the suffering that plagued you, mind and body, and he would be damned if he let them win.

The words spilled before he could think. Shinsou had praised you several times before, but the words he whispered struck a chord in your heart, hitting deeper than any other word any other person has said. His words began to course through your veins, filling your body with love that tasted like honey. He called you amazing, he called you strong, he called you lovely.

Not the usual string of empty compliments or train of verbal assaults that accompanied the abrasive touches and ugly comments. Not the type of words that made your skin crawl and your heartache.

“What?”

“You’re lovely, in every way, shape, and form. You’re one of a kind Y/N, and honestly, I’m not sure who I would be without someone like you.”

The darkness of your dorm room covered the trail of tears that left your eyes, but it didn’t mute the subtle sobs and whimpers that left your mouth.

“You’re everything to me. And you deserved so much better than what you’ve been through.”

That last sentence had made a crack in your chest. Not the kind of crack that seemed unfixable, but the kind that broke the emotional barrier within you, the kind that allowed you to feel every emotion and made you realize the safety that surrounded you. You felt at home.

“Maybe you’re the ‘better’ that I deserved Toshi. I love you.”

It seemed like your heart had finally found the right place.

“And I love you, more than you could ever know.”

[katsukikitten]

This is a repost for a fic I deleted ages ago. I've done zero editing and even had to go into my old phone to get it. Enjoy ~

Kirishima gripped onto your face tightly , tight enough that his fingers were causing indents in your smooth skin. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the two of you enveloped in darkness in the small confines of a random coat closet.

"Do you know the things I want to do to you, Y/N?" His voice is dangerously husky, his breath the only indication that he has been drinking.

Your cheeks burn at the question as he pushes you agaisnt the wall, separating your legs with a powerful thigh. Voices of your classmates and a low thump of music in celebration of new years is long forgotten as the roar of your blood echos in your delicate ears.

You swallow unsure of how to answer. Kirishima was always a good friend had he ever expressed interest in you? He was sweet and kind. The first to volunteer to show you around campus, the first to guide you to new friends and the first to encourage you to date someone else.

Someone else that broke your heart a few months ago and Eijirou was the first to lend his shoulder to cry on. Ruby eyes shining as they welled with their own set of tears. So how could he even think to like you?

His hand moves to your throat but his grip is much lighter, barely holding onto your thin column with plenty of opportunity to breathe.

"Are you not going to answer, little one?" His voice reverberates around the small closet, in your chest. Still you cannot even think of an answer depsite having too taken shots of liquid courage but clearly not as much as your red headed friend. His grips slowly becomes tighter yet no fear rings out into your body, only excitement. You never pegged Kirishima as the...commanding type.

"I..." Your voice gets lost in your throat your fist his black shirt. His eyes shine as he holds your gaze with what little light filters in thought the cracks of the door.

"You what? Speak up when speaking to your sir please baby girl." You inwardly giggle, even in his dominate state he asked nicely. But the effect was not lost on you what with his soft tone and grip.

No if anything it encouraged you more.

"I wouldn't know, sir. You've never seemed to express that type of interest in me." You say softly just a few decibels above a whisper. A haughty smile forms on his face as he pushes you further into the wall, completely pressing his body agaisnt yours as his lips find your ear in such urgency.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend to be happy for you and Bakugou?" His grip tightens with his rarely found rage, still nothing compared to the ash blonde "I encouraged the two of you because the chemistry was obvious and I knew he'd treat you well. He did treat you well but I guess I got so caught up in making sure you got what you wanted that I didnt think about his inability to be open with his feelings. I should know best about that."

"Wha..what do you mean you should know best?" He doesn't answer for a long time, silencing anymore questions with a kiss.

His tenderness is welcomed although your body craves more, more punishment but you cannot find yourself being your true bratty self to Kirishima. How can you defy someone who asks so nicely? You melt into his kiss, feverish to feel more as you pulling on his hair.

Just as he is about to part your lips with his tongue the small closet is suddenly flooded with light.

"So this is where you two made off too." The voice is dark, causing both you and Eji's stomachs to clench with desire. You both are frozen under the scarlet gaze of the predator.

"Kitten what are you doing pinned beneath such a scrawny puppy?" Your heart races at the old nickname, body still pulling towards him despite the attraction to the ruby haired man pinning you to the closet. He grabs Kirishima by the back of his thick neck pulling the warmth away from you. Exposing how much you two have really been up to in the dark as your shirt is haphazardly lifted up your smooth torso. He slams Kirishima agaisnt the wall of the closet by his throat as he gently grabs onto the crook of your arm.

His eyes scream unquenched rage, knowing if you defy him now there will be hell to pay later.

"But King I was only enjoying his company. His lips are marvelous and his hands..." Katsuki's eyes flicker back to you, he wraps his fingers in the thick hair at the base of your skull. Pulling harshly as your core begins to heat.

He harshly tilts your face away from him, exposing your neck to his hungry teeth. His kissable lips press to your ear.

"Still a brat I see. I guess I didnt punish you harshly enough." His voice is velvet contradicting his deadly grip. Kirishima whimpers beneath Katsuki's touch, reaching out a hand for yours that you gladly grip onto.

A little unused to Katsuki not having a free hand to comfort you, unknowing that Eji feels the same. Crimson eyes shift to the man beneath his crushing grip and a small smirk plays on his lips.

"My little puppy if you hang around kitten too much her brat will rub off on you." He loosens his grip when he sees Kirishima's eyes rolling into the back of his head, for once not realizing how harshly he was gripping.

He was unused to both of his hands occupied but that wasn't to say he didn't mind. A bratty kitten and an extremely obedient puppy was going to prove...interesting. The strong hand moves from your hair quickly to your waist to pull you to him while his eyes stay glued to Eji.

"Ah are you alright little one?" He asks soothingly as he peppers kisses onto Eji's neck, slightly red, "I've gripped too hard huh."

Tears prick Kirishima's eyes and you squeeze his still held hand having been there too. Not with Katsuki being too rough, no he was always the right amount but teetering on the fine line of pleasure and shame to allow someone to control you, to provoke such reactions out of you. He gently kisses your knuckles that are interlaced with Ejis, lips trailing over his before he gently separates them with his free hand. He squeezes your hip as he exits the closet.

"Follow me." A command that neither are allowed to disobey, even going as far as to make sure that you do not escape.

Kirishima stays frozen against the closet wall.

"But..." His voice is soft, small even unlike the normal booming confidence he normally displays.

"Puppy." Katsuki barks out darkly, not even bothering to turn around, "Unless you want your erection to go untouched by anyone but you, I suggest you follow your King."

"Yes, Katsuki-sama." He says softly falling into place behind the two of you. He guides you both up the stairwell taking a familiar path until the three of you stop in front of a thick oak door of a college dorm room.

Your door. That he opens with ease as you never lock it unless sleeping or during a session. He flicks on the switch that allows the soft string lights to flicker on, leaving the harsh center over head light off. He turns to grab onto Kirishima's hand bringing you both to the center, standing barefoot on the plush faux fur rug.

"Kneel." He orders and Kirishima sinks to his knees, posture straight as he murmurs with a bowed head.

"Yes, Katsuki-sama."

"I..." You protest your head clearing just a bit, hadn't he said he was done for awhile. Needed a break to think and now here he was bringing someone else into your room. You did not feel jealousy over the heavily hinted and obvious displays of interaction between the two men. If anything you desired to see it, to share your King with another would not be a bad idea. Two to support one another in the time of a "tyrant" you would just after to learn how to share the after Bakugou.

"And I said *kneel* Kitten." He steps closer without touching you and your body heats up, "Unless you want to be denied release all night. You're already up to twenty minutes worth of edging."

"But...." Tears prick your eyes as you sink to your knees, long forgetting your heartache for now. Unfair in his dominance or so you always think.

You face Katuski always as Kirishima keeps his head bowed. You try to study the different dynamic and cannot fathom being that good.

What kind of pleasures does Kirishima get with such good behavior?

Katsuki lifts his chin, holding his gaze.

"You may hold eye contact for tonight until I say other wise, okay, Koinu?" Kirishima nods in response earning a gentle kiss on the forehead before Katsuki stands over you, again gripping your hair roughly as he places a feather soft kiss onto your forehead. The rules the three of you have are unspoken but known by heart. One 'King you're hurting my heart' uttered from either pair of lips he will stop in his tracks and he will crush you to him.

"Now explore one another." His tone close to boredom as he pulls up your pink computer chair to sit on.

The two of you stare dumbfounded at one another then towards the higher power in the room. Small impatient explosions litter his skin as he sighs out his unspoken anger. His eyes level to both of you as he speaks.

"You two had no problem in that cramped closet. Koinu, why dont you see if little kitten is wet."

"King..." Eiji starts, Katsuki listens with narrowing eyes dissecting if it is disobedience or fear that causes him to hesitate.

He gives him a moment as your eyes return to Kirishima. You smile in his direction as Eji's heart beats rapidly.

Is this....is this what he wants? Does he want to share you? Does he want to share Katsuki?

Ruby eyes meet scarlet and the ash blonde stands before squatting to the red heads level.

"Are you okay Koinu?" Voice ever soft as he places his strong palm behind his red haired head and you reach out to touch Kirishuma's knee. Hair ruffled by a calloused hand while skin is being caressed by smooth fingers.

Something ignites in his chest.

"I...I'm okay, thank you Katsuki-sama, Kitten." Katsu smirks easing into his temporary throne, voice returning to that deadly tone.

"Then check to see if my kitten is enjoying our company my Koinu."

Kirishima hovers close to you, suddenly unsure of what he should be doing.

As if his hand wasn't half way up your skirt just downstairs. His hand follows the curve of your powerful thigh as it slips beneath the black fabric that drapes over your ass and your heat.

His fingers make their way to your core and when he discovers no restrictive fabric over your mound his eyes widen.

"Ah she must not being wearing underwear." Katsuki laughs, "I see you didn't know how much of a slut she was huh, Kirishima? Then again she never wears underwear with that skirt. Were you expecting to get laid?"

"No!" A mock shriek as his smile darkens.

"Then why are you up here with us kitten?"

For that you have no answer as Kirishima steals your breath. Still following the order to explore you as his fingers swirl over your needy clit with the ease of your own arousal.

"How does she feel?"

"Good." He breathes out, his other hand exploring your chest.

"Nice and slick huh? Easy to pound into. She's always ready to be fucked, doesn't matter how many rounds." Katsuki brags with a chuckle. Kirishima hesitates when you moan. He stops, swallowing.

"Continue but you cannot get her close to cumming. You won't know when to stop and with the way she moans you won't want to stop." Katsuki leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

Kirishima listens as he toys with you, leaning you off of your knees. Spreading your legs so he can better slip a digit in and out of you.

Two sets of eyes have your cheeks burning with desire as you lean your head back crying out with every gentle thrust. With each moan he increases in speed and you feel your core tighten.

Oh are you close, he's only a few thrusts away before fingers are ripped from your oozing center. You cry out, frustrated tears welling in your eyes.

"I told you to watch it. You cannot reward this brat until her behavior changes." Katsuki has Kirishima by the wrist now. He brings his soaked digits to his mouth sucking on Kirishima's middle finger. Your body mirrors Ejis as he shudders with pleasure. Katsuki brings Eiji's forefinger to his own mouth.

"Koinu, taste her." He sucks his own finger holding eye contact with Katsuki, "Good huh?"

"Yes Katsuki-sama."

"Good then you won't mind licking the taste off my cock in a few moments." He pulls on the belt on his pants and places it around Kirishima's throat, leaving the longer end in the front like a leash. He gives it a small tug and Kirishima groans, "I'm going to show you how to fuck her properly."

"Kitten, get into position." He snarls darkly and you obey as you move to all fours before lying on your forearms, pushing your ass up higher for your king. He teases you at first, pushing only the tip in having you begging after the third withdrawal. He obliges by sheathing himself in on hard thrust. You cry out clenching onto him as he pounds into you agonizingly slow.

You buck agaisnt him and receive a fist full of hair pulling you up to all fours.

"Kitten." He says lowly and you whimper, "Did you forget that quickly that I set the pace?"

"No."

"No what?" He stops mid thrust and you squirm. You catch Kirishima staring and embarrassment paints you red.

"No king." You moan, fighting the urge to fuck yourself on him. He eases into a slow pace.

"Koinu, come." Katsu calls and Kirishima's obeys, waiting next to him. Nails bite into your hip as a strong hand wraps over leather, thoroughly enjoying the power you both are lending to him. He pulls on the belt, crashing Eji's mouth to his own, forcing his tongue past sharp teeth for a battle he always wins. He breaks the kiss and both males are panting as you moan. The sight, the sound of their heated grunting kisses and the feel of Katsuki has you so close.

"You've been such a good puppy, that I'm going to change the plans. I'll allow you to help me us my slut." He kisses his lips firmly again, "Kitten suck his dick as well as you do mine while I fuck you senseless okay?"

"Yes king." You breath as Eiji comes into view. Slowly freeing himself and you cannot stop your want, your greed from feeling whole in two places. You take him all the way in, though difficult with his length, and gag just as Katsuki likes and Kirishima groans. Hands hesitant to grab onto your hair.

You look up at him, sucking his length as your moans from being fucking vibrate over the sensitive skin.

"Fuck...." He growls, fisting your hair as your head bobs quickly. He looks down on you with glazed ruby eyes and drinks in the sight of you. Cheeks flushed, eyes every now and again threatening to roll back and delicate mouth wrapped around his length.

The sight alone could have him come undone and when he watches his master pound into you his dick twitches eliciting a whine from you. You push him further when you pull on his "leash" choking him a devilish smile on your lips.

"Good idea Kitten." Katsuki praises with a smack on the ass before grabbing onto the belt and tugging on it hard. Kirishima gasps and the leather slaps your back, still working diligently to receive your mouth filling surprise.

"Katsuki-sama..." He groans.

"You're close already?" He laughs as a devilish smile plasters his lips, "She's good isn't she? Now Koinu has she been good enough to allow her to cum? She feels like she's been edged enough. She must love being used."

You work harder and faster, anything to get him to agree to rewarding you.

"Aaaahhh. Yes, yes she has."

"Well you know the rule, ladies first then we can paint her should we wish." He squeezes onto your hips as he begins to take harder and sloppier thrusts. He knows God damn well you cum best when he's about too.

And now to have the stimulation of two throbbing cocks inside you does send you over the edge.

Twitching, a moaning muffled screamed mess as tears run down your cheeks still trying to please the man before you. Your release sets off a chain reaction as your mouth is filled with what you crave before Katsuki sends you spiraling again with his own grunting release.

Slowly the three of you disentangle, Katsuki pulling you into Kirishima for a moment as he leaves to get a warm rag.

He cleans you gently, then deft fingers make quick work of removing the belt from a sore but happy throat. He looks at you both, palm behind each head and places the most stomach fluttering kiss on each of your heads.

"Now I've shown you how she likes to he fucked. When she's bratty just be extra stern okay?" He says to Kirishima as he goes to get dressed. His heart breaks knowing what his words mean but fire is lit in your stomach. You grab onto his wrist yanking him down onto the two of you. Ash blonde brows furrow as they stare up at you, firmly held by a strong masculine arm to two opposing bodies.

"You have an obligation to us, King." Your voice is all bite, all venom with warning that if he leaves there will be HELL to pay.

"Is that so?" He chuckles looking to Kirishima, "You agree?"

"I agree. You belong with us. This Kitten and Koinu might go wild with out a proper King." His voice is back to all confidence as it dances on the fringes of a threat.

Katsuki laughs harshly before kissing you both with breath stealing ferocity.

"Guess you always get what you want huh brat?"

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. More Poe Dameron smut and fluff for everyone to enjoy. You and Poe both live on the rebellion base on D'qar.

I've always imagined that Poe would be excited about becoming a father, regardless of the circumstances, and be a loving and supportive partner.

For some reason the idea of fertile Poe is sexy to me. Lol. Having a bunch of cute, curly haired space babies.

You are a member of the black squadron and a respected X wing pilot in your own right. You've made some stupid decisions in your lifetime but never any like this one.

After a few too many drinks you ended up enjoying a steamy, completely unprotected one night stand with Poe Dameron.

And now you're pregnant with his child. How will you cope raising a baby with a man you barely know?

Warnings, unprotected sex, some angst, breeding kink, not for anyone under 18.

You're not afraid to admit it. You are a different woman altogether when you've been drinking.

But even for you, the mess you're in is something even you couldn't have predicted.

Now all you have are memories, regret, and a positive pregnancy test. You stare at that little stick with the two lines on it and the memories flood back, you can't help but smile a little.

Six weeks earlier.....

It's your best friend Yasmela's birthday. You and the rest of the black squadron are celebrating with adult beverages abound in a cantina located on the rebellion base D'qar.

The leader of the black squadron, Poe Dameron, who's also a bit tipsy, has been eyeing you all night.

Okay, the two of you have been exchanging mutual flirty glances. You haven't been entirely innocent, it's hard to ignore anyone, but especially someone as gorgeous as him, when it's obvious that he's checking you out.

"Well do you like what you see?" Poe asks, laughing a little, attempting to break the ice.

"What would make you think that?" You reply, giggling a little.

Poe notices the flushing of your cheeks, brought on by a combination of drinking too much and the situation currently at hand.

"Ohhhhh I'm making you nervous". Poe continues, slurring his words a little. "You're normally such a quiet girl, y/n, I barely know you because you won't talk to hardly anyone".

"I'm a simple woman devoted to defeating the first order". You reply, smiling a little.

"So am I, but I believe in letting loose every once in awhile". Poe teases as he brushes back his dark, curly hair from his face.

"So you're also a simple woman?" You reply, bursting into laughter.

Soon both of you are laughing uncontrollably. So much so that you have tears in your eyes.

"No, I wasn't the last time I checked". Poe continued, his laughter calming a little. "What I meant was that I'm also devoted to bringing down the first order but I like to have fun from time to time".

"Come on, dance with me". Poe asks, a devilish smile appearing on his face. "Let's have some fun".

You soon find yourself stumbling along to a latin cha cha cha dance that he's way better at, even intoxicated, than you.

You fall down laughing at one point and he scoops you up immediately. Even when you are sober you have two left feet and your dance moves are less than elegant.

The room is spinning, you feel like you're going to puke, but you're having a blast with your handsome companion.

"I think I need to sit down". You tell him, struggling to stop yourself from throwing up.

Poe helps you get safely to a nearby chair and table, once you are seated he fetches you a glass of water.

"Thank you". You reply, smiling gratefully and slowly sipping the cool water. "I know it's still a little early but I think I need to get home and sleep this off".

"That's okay, but let me walk you home". Poe tells you, helping you stand up again.

On the way back to your quarters the two of you realize that he lives much closer so it would be in your best interest to crash on his couch for the night.

Once at his place Poe gets you another glass of water, you are sobering up and no longer feel sick.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You ask, quickly downing the refreshing beverage.

"I might not know you that well, on a personal level".

He explains, removing his boots. "But you're a brave pilot, you were there when the starkiller was destroyed, I take care of people I respect".

His words of praise shock you a little. They mean so much, especially coming from someone like him. Your face immediately turns bright red, Poe leans over, kisses you on the lips and says,

"And one of the most beautiful women I've seen".

Without another word exchanged you continue kissing, you gaze into his beautiful dark eyes and silently beg him to continue, to go beyond those delicious kisses.

Poe picks up on your silent cues and hungrily unbuttons your shirt. He manages to quickly unsnap your bra, revealing your breasts and erect nipples.

You can see an impressive looking bulge forming in his pants as he buries his face between them, you sigh in delight as you lose yourself to pleasure and take in the scent of his soft, curly hair.

Your panties are practically drenched by the time Poe starts to tenderly kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands wander between your legs and you gasp in anticipation.

He unzips your pants and helps you out of them, you are indeed soaking wet, his hand slides between your legs again and teasingly strokes you over your underwear.

You haven't trimmed in quite awhile so you have a decent bush growing. He doesn't seem to mind, though, Poe actually seems to enjoy the look and feel of it.

"Take your clothes off now". You demand, laughing a little. "I feel weird being the only naked one".

Poe obliges and strips down for you. Revealing a tan, trim and athletic body. Strong without being over the top. He's hung, and thick, with a nice patch of dark hair.

The two of you decide to move things into the bedroom. He immediately spreads your legs wide and starts to massage your clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

As Poe keeps his fingers inside of you he begins to suck and gently nibble on your throbbing clit, with a low whimper you cum for him, squirting in the process.

With your legs still spread Poe enters you, you easily accommodate him because you are still extremely wet.

"Oh creator you are so wet, and so tight". Poe moans as he penetrates you. "You feel amazing".

Both of you were still tipsy and had neglected to ask about birth control. Even though you weren't on anything you assumed he was.

He's a gentle lover, he teases you by sliding his entire length in, and then all the way out again.

As you are impaled on his body you squirm and cum with Poe deep inside of you. Your own orgasms trigger his own release, but you are gripped onto him too tight and he can't pull out in time.

He cums inside of you, the warm sensation is unfamiliar because you have never let anyone inside of your body unprotected.

"That felt amazing". Poe confesses as he passionately kisses you and pulls his soft cock out of your body. "I'm sorry about the mess, I really tried to pull out".

"Don't worry about it". You tell him with a nervous laugh.

He gets you a towel and helps you clean up, soon after he rolls over and falls asleep.

Well, you thought he was asleep.....

"Can I put my arm around you?" Poe whispers softly.

"Sure, go ahead". You reply, smiling a little.

The two of you fall asleep spooning, he's the little spoon with his arm wrapped around you, with his face resting on your back.

The entire experience feels very warm, intimate and tender. You're a little surprised by how soft and affectionate Poe is.

The next morning both of you wake up with horrible hangovers. Poe gets up and cooks a simple breakfast of waffles and toast, not only is he the best pilot in the resistance but he's also an excellent cook.

You are enjoying your meal despite the awkward silence that has suddenly developed between the two of you.

You've crawled back into that shell that adult beverages had liberated you from temporarily.

Despite the fact that you enjoyed yourself the previous night you still feel ashamed and somewhat dirty from the encounter.

You've never done anything like that before with anyone, let alone the leader of the squadron.

What was everyone else going to say if they found out?

"Your secret is safe with me". Poe assures you, leaning over and kissing you on the forehead. "I won't kiss and tell".

"I've just never done anything like that before". You tell him, smiling weakly. "When I'm drunk I'm a different woman".

"If you feel like I took advantage of you I'm truly sorry". Poe continues, his smile fading. "I just got carried away in the moment".

"Oh no, I wanted it to happen". You reply quickly, your weak smile coming back. "And it was magical, you were very respectful and it felt great".

With those parting words you get dressed and walk home. You bump into your friend, birthday girl Yasmela, in the hangar later that afternoon when you are doing routine maintenance on your X wing.

"Everyone saw you leave the party with Poe". Yasmela teases, a bright smile appearing on her face. "Tell me every raunchy detail".

"Poe walked me home, I passed out on my sofa, the end". You lie, your face getting slightly flushed from anger.

"Salemm saw you doing the walk of shame this morning". Yasmela continues, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

"Just fucking stop it! Okay!" You snap, displaying a rare flash of anger. "Absolutely nothing happened between us! End of story".

Yasmela looks slightly taken aback by your outburst. But she soon smiles and says,

"Okaaaay, y/n, I get it, I'll be leaving now".

Your friend slinks off into the crowded, noisy hangar. You know for a fact that she doesn't believe you, and that she will do her best to find out what truly happened.

Flash forward back to six weeks after your encounter with Poe. After experiencing sore breasts, morning sickness and terrible mood swings you reluctantly take a home pregnancy test and discover that it's indeed positive.

You're terrified, and you have no idea how your secret can be kept now.

End of part 1

[warsofasoiaf]

Its been awhile since you've done any character analysis on Fallout New Vegas, but would you be willing to go into one for some of the minor characters? I'm actually curios of your opinion on Silus the captured centurion and his motivations.

I’m more than happy to, although this won’t be about Silus so much as it will be about the quest Silus Treatment. It’s one of my favorite quests in the game, since it does a great deal just with dialogue and some creative use with the engine to create an engaging quest that showcases some of the failures of the NCR and the Legion. Given that the central theme is about picking a faction, warts and all, having a quest that puts the two main faction of New Vegas on full display is an absolutely good idea. The game is too old for spoilers, but it’s a long analysis so I’ll put a cut in.

Silus Treatment starts off simple enough, going to Camp McCarran, in the old McCarran International Airport, now the regional command post of Colonel Hsu. McCarran is not in a great spot when you first get there; there are periodic Fiend attacks, tensions in Freeside are causing havoc for NCR civilians, the overstretched NCR supply lines are making it difficult even for their central point of operations, and there’s a strong possibility that they’ve been infiltrated. It’s all Colonel Hsu can do to keep order and function in the base. Perfect protagonist fodder, in other words, for a nice quest hub.

It’s a tough needle to thread in any RPG to build a quest hub where there’s stuff for a character to do. If everyone is incapable of solving even the most basic of problems, it gives a great deal of quests for the player to do but it makes the quest-givers look incompetent, especially if the quest-givers are supposed to be capable figures in their own right. Conversely, if the NPC’s are competent, then the quests would be solved and that would close out on content for the player. There’s plenty of ways to settle this, and the devs do an adequate job here. The war effort means prioritization, and Hsu is dealing with being torn from both angles. He can’t just hunt down the Fiends, because he needs to organize patrols and deal with NCR settlers in the area. He can’t just pacify Freeside because it will engender hostility with House and so he’s delaying the order from his butcher superiors like Moore to go in with fire and sword. He doesn’t have a solution to the Kings but he’s trying to find one, which as far as writing goes is a good solution. Hsu is a decent man but overworked. He’s hoping that he can develop a solution in time before Cassandra Moore decides to pull rank and go on the warpath against all who oppose the NCR, which leaves a convenient spot for the player.

It’s this person that gives us our introduction to the Silus Treatment questline. Hsu has a valuable prize: Silus, a captured Legion centurion! Typically centurions always commit suicide rather than be captured to deny any useful intelligence to the enemy, so to capture a centurion alive should be quite a find. But it’s not going so well. Lt Carrie Boyd, in charge of base security, can’t get Silus to talk. Again, perfect quest writing to get the PC involved in the plot. Normally such a sensitive operation would never be given to an unknown civilian contractor, even for a bureaucratic mess like the NCR. Frontier desperation, hitting a wall via official channels, and the fact that the character is the protagonist in a sprawling open world help it pass ludonarrative muster.

Boyd is a real piece of work, she’s openly sadistic hiding beneath of veneer of civility. She considers the humane treatment of POW’s as an impediment, and so looks for ways around it. Notably, while she wants information from Silus to deliver to her superiors, she’ll settle for just having Silus beaten so bloody that he can’t speak anymore, calling it “entertainment.” This is a person who simply should not be in charge of interrogating a prisoner, she is neither humane nor effective at her job, but here she is by virtue simply of being the chief MP on base.

Not that Silus, the prisoner and the other side of this duo, is better. He openly revels in the barbaric practices of the Legion’s slavery system, even trying to ensure that the slaves can never achieve some level of comfort by tightening the collars and making it difficult for them to feel at ease while eating or drinking. Even if Silus is mostly saying those things simply to get a rise out of Lieutenant Boyd, he knows what the Legion is up to and enjoys it. Silus is arrogant to an extreme degree, he is filled with confidence that he can outlast any interrogation by the feeble NCR without giving up any intelligence, that he could easily escape NCR confinement and that he is so valuable to the Legion that following Caesar’s order would be a waste. Good fodder then, for the protagonist to bring him down to size.

Silus Treatment as a quest is relatively simple. Boyd signs off on the Courier beating the ever-living tar out of Silus and then steps out for a smoke, letting the player do whatever he or she wants to the prisoner. Silus, sneering, dismisses the Courier as just another piece of NCR trash, and it’s up to the player with how to succeed. Violence is always an option, you can beat Silus, and eventually gets something useful, that the base itself will be the target of Legion destruction. Silus admits that his fantasy of escape was always a fantasy, he was dead to Caesar just as surely as he as if he had committed suicide before capture. 

Yet if the Courier has points in Speech or Intelligence, he can completely upend Boyd’s methods and actually deliver a worthwhile interrogation. The first technique, with speech, uses an interrogation technique known as Pride-and-ego-down, where the interrogator routinely belittles and demeans the prisoner, usually their technical competence or soldierly qualities, in an attempt to get the prisoner to “redeem” themselves by explaining a piece of useful intelligence that would explain the deficiency as opposed to it just being a terrible personal quality. The Courier mocks Silus as a coward (bravery being a key soldierly virtue) and he defends himself by stating his bravery and that suicide is a poor death for a soldier of his intelligence and caliber, then saying how good a soldier he is for a “self-appointed megalomaniacal dictator.” Silus then spills that Caesar held his unit for three days because of “headaches,” in actuality, it’s Caesar’s brain tumor. The technique works to an exceptionally high degree, not only does Silus divulge that McCarran has been infiltrated as in the violence ending, but also that the Legion is suffering a crisis of command due to Caesar’s illness. The Courier gets a lot of useful intelligence out of Silus and doesn’t compromise the humane treatment of prisoners in the process. If it actually caused some self-reflection in Boyd, that’d be a complete win, but I suppose we can’t have everything.

My favorite option is the intelligence option, because the Courier goes full-on PSYOPS, posing as a Legion assassin sent to kill Silus for his failure to commit suicide on Caesar’s order. Silus denies it at first, but as the Courier continues to sell the performance, Silus begins to express real terror at the thought that the Courier is actually a frumentarius sent to kill Silus before he divulges anything to the NCR. The Courier fully sells the deal using Latin phrases as the language of Caesar’s elites. The Courier can quote Cicero, “legum servi sumus” - we are all slaves to the law, in what is perhaps a perfect example of Caesar’s philosophy of totalitarian obedience. The full quote "Legum servi sumus ut liberi esse possimus” - we are slaves to the law so that we might be free, means little in Caesar’s totalitarian state where all are subject to his whims and contingency plans for Caesar’s incapacity aren’t even considered. Of course, the Roman Republic was hardly a free state, but Caesar really takes the cake with his dictatorship. If Caesar’s dictum holds true: “Corruptio optimi pessima” - the corruption of the greatest is the worst outcome. how much worse is it when Caesar himself is corrupted? But totalitarians rarely raise the possibility that they themselves are corrupt, because the good of the dictator is the good of the state. After all, L'etat c'est moi is the dictum of any dictator, not just a Sun King.

Of course, fitting New Vegas, you can side with Silus, and facilitate his escape. There, you feign beating him to unconsciousness and slip him a silenced pistol, then Silus makes good his escape, killing the guard sent to bring him back to his cell and sneaking out. Of all the endings, this one isn’t as satisfying. Some of it, of course, is that you never interact or see Silus again, so there’s never any reward to the quest except for the knowledge that the base is infiltrated, which in the pro-Legion side of the quest I Put a Spell on You allows you to complete Curtis’s sabotage operation (and a far better Legion quest, in my opinion, with the NCR quest side being even better given the multiple outcomes), but also it’s not referenced again with Caesar. What would Caesar’s reaction be to the Courier springing Silus? He is quite fond of reciting a litany of the Courier’s accomplishments in Act 2 at Fortification Hill.

If I could improve Silus Treatment, I think I would have made it so the violent path wouldn’t have produced enough valuable intel, and the player needs to do some more detective work to actually get to I Put a Spell on You, or even being mislead by Curtis and becoming the unwitting patsy of the Legion. But overall, I think it was an incredible quest and a testament to the writing in the game.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King