#it's way harder to pull off confident strokes when you have no idea what you're trying to do

[keepchangingandneverstop]

Day 74 - same thing as yesterday, but less successfully and with moderate erasing. He is much harder to draw than a lizard

[fairy-tale-writer]

Oral Training

Malleus Draconia x AMAB? Reader

Prompt: Malleus sucks off reader

Note: This is so reverse uno card cuz I usually don't do male reader. Or this can be read as trans reader or female reader with penis (magic potion) it's up to y'all.

Either way it's FILTHY good.

This idea was floating around my head for a while so I had to write this.

Includes: oral sex (reader receiving), deep throating, sex toys, anal fingering (malleus receiving), anal sex (malleus receiving)

Cheers!

"Don't choke yourself, baby boy." You chided.

Malleus looked absolutely gorgeous this way; on his knees sucking your cock. His gorgeous emerald eyes were half-lidded with his long black lashes framing them. His pale cheeks were bright red, his lips swollen and wide for your cock to slip through.

His drool was dripping down onto his Diasomnia uniform.

He pushed down and choked as he tried to shove you deeper. You grabbed onto his horns and pulled him off of you.

"Malleus." You scolded, "What have I told you about choking yourself?"

You reached down to his cock bound by the vibrating ring. His head was swollen, a fuscha color dripping with precum.

"I'm sorry my Lord...I just wanted to feel your cock penetrate my throat." Malleus answered bashfully.

"This is only your third time giving a blow job, you're more likely going to throw up. Although I must say these training sessions are helping, in no time you'll be a master at deepthroating."

"But I wish to appease you now, master..." Malleus pleaded, nuzzling your thigh like a cat craving affection.

You cupped his cheek, stroking his cheek bone with your thumb. Malleus pressed a kiss against your thumb. You pressed your thumb in between his lips and lifted his upper lip.

Those dangerously sharp fangs made you shudder. They were lovely feeling them bite into your skin, but to be so close to your cock was a bit scary. However Malleus was very good at keeping them covered with his lips.

"Alright baby boy, you've convinced me." You purred,

Malleus beamed as you directed him back to your cock.

"Now, here's a trick. Press your left thumb down and you will have no gag reflex which will really help. Now, in order to deep throat you must relax your throat. Remember to breathe, breathing is important to stay relaxed." You guided well his mouth warmed you again.

"Be slow." Malleus was careful as he guided you once again to the back of his tongue.

That was the farthest he could go without choking.

"Inhale." He followed breathing in through his nose.

"When you exhale sink down." He obeyed and slowly let your cock slip past into the start of his throat.

He didn't choke as he inhaled and exhaled again. The thumb trick seemed to work as he gained more confidence to push you down even further.

At last he reached the end of your cock.

"Nhgh-Good boy! You took it all!" You moaned.

His throat was so tight and wet, it felt amazing. Malleus brushed his tongue against a vein causing you to shudder his name.

"Are you...are you good?" You moaned, grabbing onto his horns.

Malleus nodded with a hum causing you to cry out. You brought a hand to his throat and shuddered feeling your cock in his throat. Your hand squeezed just the slightest and the fae's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Ngh-mmm-fu-fuck! Malleus you're so tight! Fuck! You're a natural at this! I'm going to cum!"

You gasped as you came, your cum spraying down the fae's throat. He whimpered and sucked harder milking you for every drop of cum you could give.

At last you had to pull him away when it was becoming too much.

"Bend over the table and let me give you a reward baby boi."

Malleus did as he was told bending over the table. His fingers curled under the lip feeling his cock twitch from the never ending vibrations.

He was so close and yet so far from cumming. You spread his pale cheeks apart revealing his boy-pussy. It had yet to have been touched all night, you stroked it with your finger.

"I'm going to lube you up first." You took the bottle of lube.

The bottle was designed with a long straw to pour the lube directly into his tight little hole. You pushed the tip against him and Malleus shuddered with a moan.

You pushed it in until the straw ended at the lid. You then tipped the bottle pouring the lube into him. Malleus pressed his hands to his mouth as he cried out. The bottle glugged as more and more lube was pushed in.

At last you pulled away when you felt Malleus was lubed enough. The fae clenched his anus causing a small squirt of lube to spray out.

"Why even bother lubing you up if you're just going to push it all out?" You sighed.

You grabbed your own cock and pushed in easily into his tight channel.

"Nyaaa~!" Malleus cried as your first thrust hit his prostate dead on.

"You enjoying yourself baby boy?" You leaned over him, trapping him under you.

You bit into his shoulder as you pounded into his plush rear. The wet noises of his boy pussy sucking you in. His mouth was wide open, drool dripping down onto the table as his eyes rolled back.

"Please...please! I need to cum! I need to cum!" Malleus moaned.

"Just a little longer baby." You assured.

He wailed burying his face into his arm. It was overstimulating but he couldn't cum, his cock swelling over the ring.

His hips were bumping into the table with every harsh trust you gave. At last you ripped off the cock ring and stroked his cock to completion.

All the stimulation was enough to shove him over the edge into his hardest orgasm.

You kept thrusting through your orgasm until his boy pussy had every last drop you could give.

"I love you..." Malleus sighed, looking over his shoulder.

"I love you too." You leaned forward and pulled him into a gentle kiss...

[im-a-gaymess]

How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.

[benignbucky]

Whiplash Pt. 2

Based on THIS REQUEST

PART ONE

AN: (MINORS DNI) This is probably gonna be the final part, I'm not super feeling this series anymore in all honesty so I'm gonna leave it as a mini series so we can get that resolution. I may come back to it later but for now I am happy with this ending. This could honestly be a standalone but the first part is linked above. Thank you for being so patient with me while I got this out, last weekend was stressful but this weekend is so much better. You may need a fan for the last half of this. ♡

PAIRING: stucky x reader, john walker x reader briefly

Word Count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: John Walker is the ex because absolutely no one likes him and we all know this man radiates tiny pp energy and would be the worst in bed, fighting, minor angst, mostly fluff and smut, unprotected sex (wrap your wang before you bang), threesome, overstimulation, squirting, HELLA praise kink, pet names (baby, peach, good girl), brief mentions of dub-con/non-con with ex, unbeta'ed (all mistakes are my own)

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The memories of that night were burnt in the back of your eyes. Seeing your ex, John, for the first time in 6 months and he still had so much power over you.

The second you opened the door, tears sprung to your eyes as a barely audible 'w-what are you doing here?' escaped your mouth before he was walking in, clearly not noticing Bucky and Steve walking over with fury in their eyes.

"You need to leave before this gets messy." Steve and Bucky were easily twice his size, not so much in height but in pure muscle.

"Oh, so you're moved out and fucking both of your roommates. A whore like you would do that, huh?" John

You backed behind Bucky as Steve took the lead. "Listen, I don't care who you think you are but you don't just get to come back around after how you treated her. Let alone call her something she most certainly is not seeing as you're the one that cheated on her with how many women?"

"You may look all big but I doubt you even know how to fight. Useless muscle if you ask me." Little did he know that both incredibly skilled in combat, especially hand-to-hand combat. And that's all it took for Bucky to leap forward and land a bone breaking punch to John's jaw, almost knocking him out cold. This had him backing out the door, learning his place.

"And don't even think about coming back here because next time you'll have to be dragged out," The tone of Bucky's voice was firm and aggressive but only until John walked out of the building before he joined Steve in comforting you.

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It had been three hours since John tried to pry himself into your life again. You were still trembling even though you were in the arms of the two people you trusted most. The idea that John could just show up again out of nowhere terrified you more than anything. You were well protected by Steve and Bucky but just having John in the same room, no, same building as you brought on heart shattering fear and anxiety.

You had all migrated to your room, the three of you barely fitting on your queen size mattress. It really showed off how much bigger they were compared to other guys, especially compared to you. Both of them were easily at least a foot taller than you. Their biceps easily closer to the size of one of your thighs than your arms.

Around you, they were gentle giants. That was until they needed to protect you. And they would, with their whole being. They just wanted to show you how much they valued you, how much you lit up their lives. They wanted you to know that it wasn't one sided. The two of them were pampering you in kisses and praise, gentle caresses, doing everything they could to make you feel safe and loved.

Eventually your breathing and heart rate had calmed, turning on your back so you could look at the two men. Their overwhelming appreciation towards you made you want to show your appreciation for them but you were mustering up the courage. You hadn't been intimate with anyone, let alone with yourself since before you moved in. Any experience with John had been too rough, basically forced from you but you didn't know any better.

This one moment with Bucky and Steve, everything felt different. They asked if they could play with your hair, caress your face in their hands, or even to soothingly rub your back. Every touch required you to tell them yes. If it made you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, they would stop and move back to something else you had already agreed to, which only made your core dampen more than it already was.

Fighting the nerves, you kissed them both with nothing but love and passion, hinting for something more. It took them a minute to take the hint but when they did, their actions only got softer.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Steve whispered. His and Bucky's eyes had darkened, pupils blown out. This only made you want them more.

You nodded at them both even though you knew they wanted a verbal answer. You gulp before mustering up a soft, "Yes, I want this. Want you. Both of you."

Slowly, you sat up, starting to tug at the hem of your oversized shirt before you felt one metal and one flesh hand move your hands away, removing your shirt for you.

"This is about you, peach. Don't worry about us. We want you to feel good." Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine but in the best way possible.

Steve was behind you, rubbing circles into your back as Bucky trailed kissed down your jaw and neck. You leaned back against Steve's chest as Bucky's kisses went lower to your chest. "Can we take this off?" Looping his flesh fingers under the strap of your bra.

"Please…" You breathed out your answer, feeling Steve's hand loop under you to unclasp the article of clothing. You gasped at the cold sensation of Bucky's metal hand brushing over your hot skin and he chuckled softly. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that? Isn't she, Steve?" You leaned back once more only to gasp again at the light flick that Bucky gave to your nipple. "Absolutely gorgeous." Steve hummed his answer, you could feel his length growing underneath you.

The moment you felt Bucky's mouth over your chest left your mouth agape, your back arching at his touch. His mouth didn't linger long as it started moving lower and lower until he was in between your thighs, kissing over your biker shorts but not over where you wanted him the most.

Out of instinct, you reach down to pull off your remaining clothing but Bucky just shakes his head and replaces your hands with his. This time it's him gasping at how absolutely dripping you are. "Oh you poor baby, probably haven't had someone focused on your pleasure in so long."

Steve's hands moved up to tease your chest, massaging and caressing everything he could reach before pulling his shirt off with you still on top of him. Bucky did the same before placing your thighs over his shoulders, looking for any sign of you being uncomfortable but only saw your eyes shut in pleasure.

Dipping his head down, he licked a broad stripe up your dripping cunt, not even giving you time to be shocked as he got to work. Your sounds were only making him work harder as you took his hands in yours at your side.

John only went down on you once and that was after begging him because it was 'only fair' seeing as you had always done it for him. Steve and Bucky didn't even ask, didn't want you to because unlike John, they cared more about your pleasure than their own.

"Such a good girl," Steve mumbled in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. This only fueled your needs.

"More, Bucky. Please…" You had let go of one of his metal hand only to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him even further into your core. He was groaning against you at your neediness, which sent vibrations throughout your entire body.

You were about to beg again but before the words could even come out, you felt two cold fingers at your entrance before they slowly slid in and bumping into your g-spot, which wasn't something you had ever experienced before.

"B-Bucky… oh my god! What was that?" You were a blubbering mess at this new found sensation.

Looking up at you and only moving his mouth away to say, "You can't tell me no one has ever?-" His fingers were curling up at an agonizing pace, your hips bucking on his hand was the only response he needed before he started moving at a faster pace. You were almost at your peak, legs trembling, as he put his mouth back on you and sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth.

You had never felt this much pleasure before in your life. Only a few more strokes of his hand left and you felt like you had exploded, seeing stars. The sounds you were making and your grip on Bucky's hair had him groaning against you, only heightening your peak and making it more intense. Bucky wasn't done yet though, he was going to drag out your high until you couldn't take anymore, Steve nearly forgotten behind you.

Any words you tried to make were incoherent as Bucky finally slowed down and kissed back up your body. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you, baby?" Chuckling at how you could only nod as a response. The two men would have been happy with at that but you were already sitting up and turning around to give Steve attention, which took them both by surprise.

You were a shy person in general let alone during a situation like this but your orgasm only gave you more confidence. Bucky laid down as you crawled up and straddled Steve. As much as he would love to watch you ride him, you were spent. You looked it to. With a swift motion, you were back on your back, legs spread again as Steve pulled down his pants and his briefs, Bucky following behind shortly.

You knew both of them were packing at the one too many times you had walked in on one of them getting out of the shower so you weren't that surprised to see how big they were in the moment. "I would love to taste you but I can't wait any longer, needa be inside you. Is that alright?" Steve accepted your whimper of a yes and draped his body over yours, giving you a tender kiss before reaching down and running a finger in between your folds and lining himself up to your entrance.

He didn't even need to look up at you for approval, you were already snaking your legs around his hips. "Eager girl, aren't you?" Steve smirked before pressing into you slowly, earning a soft moan from you before rocking his hips slowly as you got used to his size before working up to a faster pace. Both of you moaning and groaning as you raked your nails down his back.

"Fuck, so tight. Don't know how long 'm gonna last." You were already squeezing around, trying to milk him for everything he had.

"F-faster… harder…" You begged and he happily obliged. You didn't care if he didn't last much longer, you knew Bucky wanted a turn and you wanted to give them both a chance at you. "Oh my god, Steve. I'm gonna cum… please." Your begging only made Steve's release come sooner, only letting go when you had reached your peak as well, pulling at his hair as he groaned into your neck before his thrusts slowed to a halt.

You were still catching your breath before the two men swapped places. "Think you can handle one more, peach?" Bucky hovered over, looking for any sign of you wanting to stop. "I sure hope so." You chuckled out of breath still before gasping as Bucky flipped you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, his hands resting at your hips.

"That's a good girl," lining himself up, Bucky groaned at the wetness that was Steve's release mixed with yours as he pushed in. Steve was longer but Bucky was noticeably thicker as he pushed into you. "You weren't kidding, Steve. So. Fucking. Tight." Bucky growled out. Steve reached over to moved your hair out of your face before Bucky started thrusting into you.

"If it's too much, just say and we'll stop and take care of you." Steve reassured you before nodding to Bucky, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

And he did, his thrusts were relentless but were all for your pleasure. Neither of you would last very long but he wanted this one to be the best orgasm of the night. "Steve," Bucky managed, nodding his head to Steve, motioning for him to touch you. The whine you let out when Steve scooted down to rub feverish circles around your clit which was only bringing your third incredibly intense orgasm of the night only moments away.

"Oh god… of fuck fuck FUCK…" amongst another string of curses cam out of both you and Bucky's mouth as you came, covering Bucky's thighs, Steve's hand, and your comforter. It only took that sight and a couple more thrusts as Bucky was filling you to the brim. "Fuck…." He groaned, "Can't say I've ever had that happen before."

You drop to lay flat on your stomach on the bed, clearly oblivious to you squirting all over the two men and your blanket, only humming in response. "Did you know that you could do that, baby? Did you know you could squirt?" Your eyes widened at Steve as he asked, he took that answer as an obvious 'no' and chuckled softly.

You wished you could move but you were so fucked out that your limbs were limp. Steve got up and grabbed a new t-shirt and underwear for you to put on as Bucky eased out of you, causing another whine from you at the sensation. Steve left the room temporarily just to get a warm washcloth and a different blanket for the three of you as the other one was deemed in need of a wash.

The two cleaned and dressed you before laying out the new blanket over you. Bucky laid down first, pulling you to lay on his chest before Steve crawled behind you, spooning you. You were barely conscious but you heard the small I love you's and praises from them about how good you did. You breathed out a small 'love you too' before falling asleep.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

“Just a little harder.”

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Reader

Rated: MATURE! 18+ ONLY! (UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, ORAL *MALE RECEIVING*)

Fandom: Attack On Titan (AOT)

I found a giant list of smutty prompts and decided to use them to get more writings out and add some new characters! Enjoy!!

Somehow I had managed to get myself into trouble along with Reiner. Honestly, it was my fault but I wasn't going to admit it. Reiner had only been there and got caught in the middle. So, Captain Levi had us cleaning out one of the old storage rooms. The place was covered in dust and just a complete mess. It took hours to get the place looking decent and up to Levi's standards. When we finished I leaned against the wall to finally catch a breath.

"You're seriously not gonna say it are you?" Reiner's deep voice questioned.

I looked up to see him walking towards me. He came to a stop in front of me crossing his large arms over his broad chest.

"Say what?" I asked him.

He chuckled humorlessly as he shook his head. He came closer until he was inches from me. He leaned forward places his hands on each side of my head boxing me in against the wall.

"Apologize for getting me in this shit." He said with a glare.

I gulped feeling overwhelmed by his close proximity. The way he towered over me and the fact his arms alone were two times bigger than my head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I told him with fake confidence.

"Oh really?" He asked leaning even closer.

I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. I was always good at getting under his skin and it always made me laugh.

"You think it's funny don't you?" He asked raising a brow at me.

I shrugged letting the smile take over my face.

"A little," I told him.

I huffed as he suddenly pinned me against the wall with his body. He stared at me for a moment before crashing his lips against mine. I was surprised but didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He pulled back breaking the kiss letting me breathe.

"I know just how you can apologize." He said in a low deep voice.

A chill went through me. His breath fanning out across my skin as his large hand trailed down my body. I whimpered as he rubbed the crotch of my pants causing a small teasing amount of friction.

"On your knees baby" He ordered.

I hesitated. Was I really going to make it that easy on him? I opened my mouth to be a smart ass but stopped when I took in his face. The dark pissed-off look in his eyes melted me instantly. I internally cursed myself for being so weak when it came to him. I licked my lips then dropped slowly to my knees in front of him. He was still facing the wall with one of his hands against it to support himself. He didn't have to say anything else. I knew what he wanted. I quickly undid his pants then pulled him free. He let out a slow breath as I started to stroke him.

When his fingers wrapped into my hair I took him into my mouth. He groaned tightening his grip. I took him in deeper with each movement until he was hitting the back of my throat. He groaned as his hips bucked forward.

"That's it, baby, this is the only way I want you to apologize." He grunted.

I looked up at him through my lashes. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply.

"Just a little harder baby." He groaned shoving my head towards him.

I placed my hands on his thighs then picked up my pace. He groaned loudly making me instantly ache for him. His hand tightened a little painfully in my hair making me whimper around him. His hips stuttered then he pulled me back by my hair. I was pulled to my feet. He didn't waste a second to quickly get my pants open. He pulled me away from the wall towards some boxes. He turned me around so my back was against his front then he tugged my pants to my knees. He pushed on my back leaning me over the boxes.

I cried out as he suddenly slammed into me. His hand on my back kept me in place as his hips slapped against me. My legs trembled from the force as I gasped.

"Reiner" I whimpered.

He was using me for his own pleasure not caring where I was or what I wanted. This wasn't the first time he'd fucked the hell out of me.

I felt his large body loom over mine until his breath fanned out across my neck. I pressed back into him as his fingers circled my clit. His continuous light grunts told me he was close. I cried out as he sped up his circles shoving me over the edge. His thrusts became erratic but they remained harsh slamming into me making my eyes roll back.

"Fuck" he groaned as he stilled his hips.

We both panted trying to catch our breath. When he pulled out of me I slowly righted myself then quickly fixed my pants. Reiner did the same. Once I was dressed I turned to face him. He was watching me expectantly. I chuckled as I walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck prompting him to wrap his large arms around my waist.

"I am sorry Reiner. I didn't mean to get you or myself in trouble." I told him softly.

He smirked down at me then placed a soft quick peck on my lips.

"I know baby, I just love giving you a hard time."

—

[obeywho-meduh]

60, Levi, nsfw, you pronouns with afab reader? I love your work, you're kinky in the best of ways 👀💖

I appreciate the compliment so much! And of course!

Sorry it took so long, Leviathan is a harder brother for me because of the mulitutde of options

Hope you enjoy ❤️💕

60. I said, “I have a idea.”

⚠️NSFW WARNING: Leviathan x GN!reader, Oral, Anal, Tail Play, Dipahallia(two members), Climax

“O-Okay I’m ready if y-you are?”

“Yeah I’m ready! I think it fits pretty well too!”

You open the door of your bathroom and you both look at one another.

“H-Henry..” Leviathan’s face went as red as a cherry. “T-The cosplay looks r-really..” His voice fluttered off, “..nice on you..”

Having invited him over to hang out with you in your room, he had mentioned earlier in the day about getting two new cosplay costumes. So of course you told him to bring them for the both of you and him to try on. Since both of you had a smaller frame all it would only take a few adjustments here and there for yours to fit. When he arrived he didn’t let you decide which one you were going to be, so when you got to the bathroom and realized who you were cosplaying as you felt a bit honored.

Till you saw what the other outfit was.

“So I get to be Henry and you’re a maid?” You walk out of the bathroom, “or are you Ruri-chan?”

“Special Limited Edition Maid-Style Ruri-chan!” Sucking in his breath before he realized he blurted out the correction. He played with the soft white apron around his waist averting his gaze from yours but still looking at the outfit. “I.. d-didn‘t want you to mess up t-the frills on this..”

You couldn’t help but notice something pressing out from his pink dress. Striding over to him you kiss his cheek.

“Y-Y/N?!”

“What? I can’t kiss you now?” This cosplay was giving you more confidence to mess with him.

His eyes started to dart around the room as pulled the apron up to cover his blushing face, simultaneously pulling up the front of the skirt a bit. Revealing his sack tucked in pink underwear, the outline of his shafts only slightly revealed sticking out of the top.

Your hands reach down and gripped both his heads from outside the dress, as you heard him yelp you couldn’t help but snicker. “I don’t think that underwear fits you Levi~” Then you release your grip and then lift the front end yourself, taking in the full view of his twitching members.

Levi lowered the apron a bit, watching as your gaze came up from looking at him to meet his eyes. “Can you h-help me.. t-take them o-off then?” He couldn’t believe he’d asked, but in his defense the underwear was rather restricting for him. Watching you as a smirk appeared on your face.

“Of course I can help you Levi-chan~!”

You swiftly get down on your knees, and your head sneaks its way underneath his dress that hides your face from his. Your hands grab the sides of the underwear, beginning to pull them down, as your tongue runs its way up one of his cocks. Hearing him whimper as your mouth took his head and your tongue swirled around it.

Pulling the underwear down to his mid-thigh your hands quickly moved to work him, your mouth moved from one cock to the other. Your hand used the saliva to start pumping his shaft while your other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as your mouth sucked on his head.

His hands came down to hold your head, pressing it down making your mouth take more of him. Since he couldn’t see you, you figured you could still give him a show by letting the sound of slurping get louder.

Your hand left his balls and made its ways to his back door, one of your digits probing and pushing its ways inside him to press on his spot. You could hear him mutter something but it was incoherent when rivaling your noises. So you slow down and make a hmmm noise, letting your throat vibrate on his head.

“I said.. I have a idea.” His tone was low, you could feel something change. Levi lifts the dress tucking it over his shoulder, bringing you out of the bit of darkness you were in. His hand comes down and pulls your mouth off his cock and your eyes meet. You could see his horns out and his eyes seemed to glow, “You can keep going but I want to give my Henry some attention too.” He let go of your head and as your mouth wrapped back around his tip, his hips bucked and his cock hit the back of your throat.

Your hands stopped for a moment as your body began to squirm for air, while you felt a smooth slithering sensation around your waist, slipping under your clothing and making its way to your backside. Whatever he wanted to do you still wanted to stay focused on him, your finger curled inside him, hearing him groan only made you more eager to make him feel good. His other cock in your hand was throbbing more as your stroke got more chaotic, applying pressure to his tip.

When you could, your eyes glanced down to see that it was his tail that was coming to do as your finger was doing, the thin tip teased at your hole before penetrating you. The size was a bit thicker than his finger and it didn’t seem he was going deeper, yet.

He could feel you moan on his cock, “I-I’m going to make you..Mmm..take my tail too Y/N.” His tail began to stretch you, spirling around inside you, brushing your spots. He was getting close and he’d be damned if he wasn’t about to enjoy seeing Henry decorated in his cum.

His fingers laced themselves in your hair as he thrusted himself more into your mouth, his other hand clasping around your hand on his cock helping you stroke. As you feel his cocks begin to twitch, your hand brings his cock against your cheek. You pull your head away, fighting against his hand while you manage to sandwich his heads into your mouth, stretching your lips and filling your cheeks as your tongue dances around them.

Your finger, still in his hole, curved like a hook giving him some extra stimulation as you feel him release. His tail flailed a bit inside you, making your body jerk forward as his seed spills out from your cheeks. You try to swallow as much of it as you could but it still dripped onto the clothes. You take his cocks out of your mouth, coughing a bit as you pant. “S-Sorry Levi, I didn’t mean to get your costume dirty.

His whole body was still for a moment before his tail wrapped around you and its pursuit of taking your hole continued. “I don’t think you’re dirty enough yet, Henry.”

[phinksimp]

Baby~

Phinksx!Fem Reader

"Y/N!"

You turned around to see a towel flying straight at you. You smirked as you caught it just in time, moving it to the side to wink at the person who had thrown it.

Phinks chuckled as he walked towards you, dressed in his usual green tracksuit while holding a plain black umbrella over his head. He sighed, noticing how wet your clothes were. He then blushed when he saw how tightly your dress now hugged your body. The brute cleared his throat. "Don't tell me you believed the weather man again?! How many times do I have to tell yo--"

You kicked him slightly on the shin as you dried your hair with the towel. "I'm fine! Besides, I can always count on you for an umbrella and a nice dry towel, right?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, holding himself back from berating you more. He watched as you laughed, a sinking feeling slowly taking over his chest.

You stopped laughing and stared at the unusually quiet man. "Phinks?"

He snapped out of his trance, replacing his blank stare with a smile. "You said you wanted sushi, right? Let's go."

You had made it a tradition for you and Phinks to go out for dinner every year on the first day of Spring. As much as he'd complain about it, he never missed the day.

You and Phinks had been friends since Junior High. You were managing the basketball team he was on when he had suffered a torn ACL. You had helped him on his road to recovery, not knowing that the time spent with the boisterous and overly confident jock would result in such a close friendship.

Phinks began to run into trouble with the law as the both of you grew older. This resulted in you having to bail him out of jail, almost as often as he had to bail you out of bad dates.

You knew you could always count on him, and you would be there for him at the drop of a hat.

"Ah!" You stretched your arms over your head as you both exited the restaurant, your stomach having reached its limit. "Thank you for dinner, Phinks! You really didn't have to."

Phinks stayed quiet, simply replying with a nod.

The Gucci clad man pointed towards the water. "You okay if we stand over there for a bit?"

There was something Phinks wanted to tell you, but he was having trouble figuring out exactly what it was...

You leaned over the wooden railing, smiling as you took in the view of the moon slowly lowering over the water. "It's finally spring." Your mouth formed into a smile. It was your favorite season.

Phinks nodded, his eyes focused on the river.

You stared at Phinks as he thought. There was something that you had been meaning to ask him for so long now.

Maybe it was when he smiled at you from the podium, thanking you for helping him recover and making it to the championships. Maybe it was when he held you as you cried when you had finally broken up with your abusive ex-boyfriend. Maybe it was when the two of you had first met that first Spring.

But somewhere between then and now-- you had fallen in love with Phinks.

There were quiet moments when you noticed your glances becoming stares, your hugs lasting longer than usual, and a faint blush across his cheeks when you had secretly caught him staring at you.

You had stopped yourself from telling him for so long, scared it'd ruin your friendship. You didn't want to lose him.

You continued to stare. You took in his broad shoulders, how the moon illuminated his already golden eyes, and his hands that you wanted to hold onto. Forever.

"Phinks--"

"Y/N."

You chuckled waving your hands, unaware of how red your face now was. "Sorry, you go first!"

Flustered, Phinks shook his head. "No, you go. Don't even bother trying to argue with me!"

You stood there dumbfounded, looking at the ground as if the answer to what you should say would magically appear.

"Y/N?"

You took a deep breath. It was too late to back out now.

"Phinks...what...am I to you?"

Phinks raised his brow bone. "Huh? You're...human?"

You rolled your eyes, aware of how oblivious he could be at times. "No, dummy...I mean...what am I to you?" You clenched your jaw, the sound of blood rushing filling your ears.

Phinks repeated the question in his head, trying to decipher what you were asking him.

Several minutes passed, sending your anxiety through the roof. There was no other way to do it-- you just had to say it.

"Dammit, Phinks! I'm asking what I am to you because...I..."

Phinks tilted his head, still confused. "You what?"

You bit your lip. He was such an idiot sometimes.

Why are you making this so much harder than it needs to be?!

Phinks' heart dropped, finally realizing what you were about to tell him.

"Phinks, I think I lo--"

He panicked, his face turning a deep red.

NO WAY! IS SHE?!

He looked around frantically before disappearing into thin air.

You stood there dumbfounded. You had spent the whole time guessing what he was going to say, that you never expected him to not say anything at all.

"Well, I guess that answers that..."

You took a deep breath as you held in your tears, too proud to cry. If anything-- you could tell Phinks you were joking the next time you saw him.

I'm such an idiot.

You tossed in bed, unable to shake the feelings of hurt, embarrassment and rejection that seemed to take over every aspect of your being.

Angrily, you threw the covers off before throwing a jacket over your night gown.

I need to get my mind off of this...

You walked to the docks by your house, sighing as you sat at the very end of the wooden pier. You cringed as you replayed the moment in your head again.

"Phinks..."

"Yeah?"

You screamed as your turned around startled, nearly falling into the water.

Phinks caught you by the waist, keeping his hand on you as he pulled you up.

"You never listen to what I tell you. You're always whining about something or crying. Not to mention you're always hungry."

You blushed, unsure of what he was trying to say.

Before you could speak, you felt a chill rush down your spine as Phinks lifted his hand up to your face.

"You're hopeless on your own...but I know that I'd give my whole life up for you in a heartbeat."

You stood there in shock, wondering if this was just a dream.

Phinks smiled as he moved his face closer towards you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"What you are to me...well...you're my baby."

LOL. Sorry I don't know what the hell that was. I just saw this picture and it reminded me of Phinks. I didn't know what to write, so I just typed whatever came to mind first. Might write something again if a better idea comes along. Hope you enjoyed reading it (even just a little).

[youbloodymadgenius]

Unexpected (Modern!Ivar x reader x OC)

A/N: This is my contribution to @waiting4inspiration‘s Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge. Hope you’ll like it, hun 💖

Please, stay safe, it’s far from over. Last night, at 10:30pm, my eldest daughter's teacher called me. Two teachers positive. School (about 1000 kids) closed until further notice.

Prompt in bold.

@inforapound 💋

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif (🤤) belongs to @therealcalicali 🌷

Summary: You're about to spend a quiet evening with your friend Vero when the doorbell rings. Ivar...

Warnings: Implied FxF sex ; implied threesome.

Words: 2229

You pull back from Veronica's embrace just as the doorbell rings and your friend gives you a questioning look. "Did you invite somebody?" 

 Shaking your head, you frown slightly, getting up off the couch. Handing her the remote, you sigh. "Might as well go see who it is."

 Squinting through the peephole, you let out a gasp of surprise before opening the door. "Ivar," you greet your unexpected visitor, "everything okay? What are you doing here?"

A sly smirk on his lips, Ivar shrugs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I'd come to see you. This isn't a bad time, is it?" Raising an eyebrow, he points behind him with his thumb. "I can leave if you want me to. It's no big deal." He then tilts his head to one side as his eyes wander over your body. "Though it would be a shame…" He says cockily, glancing down again to your tiny shorts. 

 "Ivar!" Suddenly hyper aware you are basically standing in the hallway of your apartment building, half-naked, you turn beet red, fumbling with the bottom of your shirt and pulling it down in a fruitless attempt to hide your upper thighs. "You know I'm not alone, right?"

 As he just nods, you furrow your brows, an idea popping into your mind. "Did you get my letter?"

 §§§

 Ivar (Dear Ivar, My dear Ivar, I don't really know how to begin… You know what? I'll stick to 'Ivar', everything else sounds too weird!),

 I bet you're wondering why I'm writing to you. And if I know you, you're probably thinking it's so twenty-century-ish. You are right but guess what? I don't care.

 §§§

 Looking down at you with a wry smile on his face, he shrugs and takes out of his jacket pocket a sheet of paper, on which you can clearly see your neat handwriting. "It would seem so, don't you think?" 

 His amused tone does nothing to calm your nerves and you wince, your heart speeding up until you feel it pounding in your throat. "And?" Biting your lower lip, you hold your breath, waiting for his answer.

 "Well..,” he chuckles, "I'd say it's so twenty-century-ish."

 Rolling your eyes, you heave an exasperated sigh. "You know that's not what I meant." Ivar keeps quiet as he locks his sparkling eyes on yours and you can't help but insist. "Please, Ivar, tell me what you think. Seriously!" You cringe at your begging tone, a dead giveaway that his opinion matters more than you'd like.

 "You're no fun, Y/N!” Ivar pouts for one second, then seems to realize how tense you are. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me earlier,"he frowns, "but I'm glad you eventually did."

 "You're not mad?" That's really a load off your mind and you're immediately breathing better. 

 §§§

 I have something to tell you. Actually, I tried several times, but to no avail. Hope it'll be easier in writing…

 You know about my friend Veronica, right? She was my roommate during my Erasmus semester in Spain, five years ago. I told you she was coming to visit me this week. That part is true, but I wasn't completely honest with you. There's more to it…

 §§§

 Ivar's face softens as his hand grazes yours, your fingers intertwining for just one moment. "Why would I be?" Giving you a sweet smile, he cocks his head questioningly.

 "I… I thought that…" Sputtering, you inhale deeply. "I didn't tell you the whole truth, did I? I… thought you'd be upset…" Running nervously a hand through your hair, you look down, shy and uncomfortable. 

 §§§

 I know we're not in an exclusive relationship, yet I know what we promised each other. That's why I feel awful about that… Because of course, the longer I wait, the harder it gets…

 §§§

 For two years, Ivar had been your lover's younger brother. Hvitserk and Ivar got along well, but even though they were family, they didn't run in the same circles. Different friends, different interests. Actually, during those two years, Ivar was always with his fiancée, a very blond, very pretty and very venal fucking bitch you couldn't stand. Freydis. Even her name rubs you up the wrong way. 

 Anyway… So, for two years, you had only occasionally met Ivar, mostly at family gatherings. And then, ten months ago, both of your love lives had been shattered, almost simultaneously. As you randomly found out Hvitserk had never stopped sleeping with Margrethe – Ivar's and Hvitserk's older brother's wife – Ivar caught Freydis fucking the gardener of the Lothbrok's estate. It had brought you closer together, as you spent nights drinking, cursing your former lovers and crying over your broken dreams, each of you drowning in each other's sorrow. You ended up finding comfort in each other's presence, and one thing led to another, you began sleeping together, rarely at first, more regularly for a month or two. 

 From the beginning, things had been clear between the two of you. No exclusivity, no commitment, as you were both emotionally scarred and totally not ready. However, an important rule had been established from the start: no lies, no secrets, no dirty tricks. A complete transparence at all times, in order to preserve your friendship – yes, you had become friends – at all costs. 

 Ivar giggles. He fucking giggles. "Love, that's a tiny white lie, an omission, you know? I can live with that. What I don't get is, why were you so afraid of telling me?" No mischief in his eyes. Ivar seems genuinely curious, prepared to hear your answer, whatever it is. 

 Relieved yet a bit embarrassed, you bow your head, feeling suddenly childish. Why didn't you tell him? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plus you didn't do – and are not doing – anything wrong. So yeah, why? "I'm… I'm not sure, Ivar. I suppose… I thought… Maybe…" Chewing on your cheek, you suck in a ragged breath while collecting your thoughts.  "I didn't know how you'd react. We never talked about… this kind of things, you know…"

 §§§

 Okay, here goes. When I met Veronica, I was single and so was she. We were young and carefree, always up for anything. Vero was bubbly, self-confident, straightforward and quite fascinating. And so, so beautiful. 

 I don't remember how it happened the first time.What I do remember, however, is the softness of her skin and the smooth roudness of her breasts. (How wonderful a woman’s breast is! Right, guess you know that.)

 After that first time, there were others. Many others. In the end, my Erasmus semester had been peppered with a lot of kissing, touching, caressing… And so much tenderness… That was fantastic. 

 From then on, whenever we see each other again, and as long as we're both single, we don't resist. Not a chance. Why should we?

 Well, here we are! Now you know my "big secret.” I didn't have the guts to say it in person, that's why I chose to write. Because even though you and I aren't really in a relationship – or not in that kind of relationship, and you know what I mean – we promised to be fully honest with each other, and I didn’t feel like I had been. 

 Because I never told you about Vero, or the fact that I'm bisexual. It's obviously what I am. Quite frankly, I don't know. Maybe. Possibly. Truthfully, I don't care. Labels shouldn't matter, don't you agree? To me at least, they don't.

 Anyway, now you know. Please, try to be understanding and non-judgemental. And forgive me for not saying anything earlier. I'll be glad to still be your friend, you know?

 Talk soon,

Y/N.

  §§§

 "We never talked about this kind of thing?” Ivar mumbles, repeating your words. "It would have been pointless. There was just nothing to talk about!" His nostrils flare and he clearly struggles to restrain a growing anger. "Fuck Y/N! I can't believe you think so little of me. It is well known that Sigurd fucks more men than women, isn't it? And I'm pretty sure my father was once in love with a man. A fucking Christian priest! You really thought I was that closed-minded that you playing stink fingers with a girl would shock me?"

 Quirking your brows, you shrug, wincing slightly. "I… Sorry Ivar… I thought… I don't know what… I… huh… I was… scared… or maybe… I… Shit!" Stopping your rambling, you pull yourself together, inhaling deeply while rubbing your sweaty palms up and down your bare thighs. "Guess I don't know you so well. After all, we sleep together and sling mud at our unfaithful exes, but that's it. There are a lot of things we've never talked about and yes, I was scared. Yet, I should have known better, you're probably right. I've been silly, haven't I?" 

 A half-smile tugs at his lips, and he nods. "Yes, you might say that." 

 You can see his face is still tense, but his tone, much to your relief, is playful, which gives you the courage to ask another question. "Still friends, then?"

 "Of course. I wouldn't be here otherwise." Reaching out, his right hand cups your face, his thumb stroking lightly your cheek. Ivar is sometimes so soft, it's disarming. 

 "I'm glad." You're not lying. Ivar is important to you, has a special place in your life. You would have been disappointed if he was less accepting. 

 Wrapping your fingers around his, you stand on your tippy toes, giving him a quick peck right under his cheekbone. "Thank you. And now…,” you clap your hands, your face breaking into a wide grin, "are you finally going to tell me what you're doing here?"

 "I will," Ivar begins before shifting his weight from one foot to the other still leaning heavily on his crutch, "but won't you let me in?" Gesturing to his legs, he groans, tilting his head. "Or are you going to leave the poor cripple on your doorstep? How rude!"

 You burst out laughing, rolling your eyes. "You know using your disability that way is a shame?" Still, you can't help but feel guilty when you see him stifling a wince, trying not to show his pain. "Okay Ivar, come in." Stepping aside to let him in, you scratch your head, confused. You still don't know what he's doing here. 

 ***

 The awkward small talk is unsettling. Frowning, you take your seat on the couch next to Veronica after getting Ivar a beer, who is now comfortably seated in an armchair. 

 "So, what is it you really want, Ivar?" You ask growing annoyed at this point. As much as you like him, you'd rather spend your night in Vero's arms than chitchatting with her and your current "bedfellow.”

 Ivar doesn't open his mouth for a long time, an impish smile lingers on his lips. Tilting his chin up, he finally clears his throat. "Kiss her." His hoarse, bossy voice – his sex voice – catches you off guard, sending shivers through your spine. "Excuse me?" You murmur, your hand gripping Vero's. 

 "That's what I want. That's why I came. Kiss her." As he suggestively licks his lips, your eyes widen, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower belly. Knowing that Vero is anything but bashful, you give her a meaningful look, pleased as you can see desire in her dark, dilated eyes. Immediately leaning forward, you brush your lips against hers, your tongue parting them almost instantaneously, invading and claiming her mouth. Soft moans escape your lips as Vero deepens the kiss and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

 "We can do better than that," Vero mutters, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe, "if he wants a show, we'll give him a show. It would be rude to deny him, don't you think?" Without waiting for your answer, she slips a hand under your shirt, gently pushing it up, running her fingertips over your breasts as you wrap your arm around her waist, bringing her closer. 

 Catching your attention, Ivar lets out a low, appreciative growl, his expression unreadable. He's aroused, the bulge in his pants is obvious, but does he want more? Remembering that time when you sent Vero a pic of him, and how she was screaming over the phone about how hot he was, you know she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind at all. 

 "Care to join us?" You blink at him, making sure he can see your fingers sliding under her panties. When he doesn't answer and looks unsure, a faint frown creasing his forehead, you slowly get off the couch, kissing Vero one last time and then cross the room. Kneeling down in front of him, you reach out, putting your hand on his groin and squeezing his hard cock. You can hear Vero stand up, "Yes Ivar, join us please.” You make sure you whisper so that only he can hear you. "I promise, you won't have to take your pants off if you don't want to."

 His nod brings a beaming smile to your face and you grab his hand as Veronica joins the two of you. Brimming with excitement, you lead them up to your bedroom, wordlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.

 This is unexpected and definitely not how you planned to spend the night. But you won't complain. It's a thousand times better.

 🛡⚔️🛡

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Drunken Haze | Shawn Mendes

Shawn x reader (smut)

a/n: this was a failed attempt at writing smut for the first time. (it's very mild, mostly just sexual tension and making out) do check out more of my work on my masterlist right here

summary: Shawn sees the reader at a bar and makes a move.

warnings: mild smut (making out) and very little swearing

Cez does his fair share of research when it comes to choosing a bar to spend the night at, and when you're in Paris (yes, with a French accent) it's totally worth it. Brian walked in first, Shawn and Cez not far behind. "Man I'm so getting shit-faced in here." he sighed as the three of them observed the fancy lights, furniture and wall hangings, taking in the scent of alcohol and cigerettes suspended in in the warm air of the closed space. Cez being the only bright one in the three, quickly spotted an empty booth in the lounge but Shawn's eyes fell straight on a blond haired women, her black dress hugging her hips so well and her toned legs crossed one over the other while she tipped her head back, letting the expensive wine in the glass she was holding flow into her system.

There was something about her that intrigued him. Maybe it was the confidence she radiated, the way she sat with her back poised, the way her silky hair flowed down her shoulders or maybe it had something to do with how her skin glowed in the dim lighting. He felt the urge to approach her, like she pulled him towards her. And it was as if his legs knew what his heart wanted when they started making calculated steps towards the bar counter that she was facing. His thoughts went every which way trying to figure out what to say as he took the stool exactly beside her's, completely ignoring the five (or more) empty stools on his other side.

"Hey." He internally patted himself on the back for sounding a lot more confident than he actually was.

"Do I know you?" Her face broke into a polite smile, and her thick french accent dripped with the words she spoke out of her red stained lips.

"Maybe?"

Too cocky.

"You don't give me a businessman vibe." She said looking at him from head to toe. Looking. She saw the black denim that covered his toned legs, his satin, white shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and the little scar on his cheek that gave his soft facial features a more rugged look. Shawn watched her keenly. His hand went to his hair, fingers pushing a stray curl out of his eye.

"What makes you think I'm a businessman?" He turned in his stool and rested his arm on the bar counter to make her shift her vision from his face to his forearm that flexed under the thin fabric.

"They're usually the cocky ones." He was searching for what to say slightly taken aback by the fact that someone found him cocky, considering that no one has ever called him that before, not in a bad way. He wasn't offended, just surprised. In fact he liked that the whole 'be confident' thing was working.

"But you seem nice, I'll give you that." She chuckled while twirling the empty wine glass in her small hand.

"Will you let me buy you your next drink?"

She considered it, and almost nodded yes for affirmation but then her brows drew in an L shape. "I think I've already had too much to drink." She was mentally trying to count how many times the bartender filled her glass with Chartreuse.

"So why don't you tell me your name, mysterious, handsome, American man?" She said leaning close to him. The already deep cut neck line of her dress plunged down even further, dangerously low, making Shawn draw in a sharp breath through his mouth.

"I love mysterious and handsome, but I'm actually Canadian." He narrowed his eyes at her with a smirk and she couldn't help but smile.

"And nice to meet you, I'm Shawn. Et toi?"

"I can tell you skipped your french classes often back in school." She broke into a chuckle, making Shawn grin right back at her, his face very close to hers.

"You know nothing about me, but I'm afraid this one's true." He whispered, his minty breath fanning her face. She laughed again while placing her hand on Shawn's toned bicep that was rested on the countertop.

"You're funny." Her gaze burned into him.

"I wasn't even trying." Liar.

"I'm guessing that's a lie." They never broke eye contact.

"For someone that guesses a lot, you're pretty accurate."

"You know nothing about me." She said just like he did a minute ago, her lips almost grazing his making sure to not touch them. What a tease.

"How about," the tips of his calloused fingers went to her bare shoulder, "I start with knowing what those pretty lips of yours taste like?" and stroked the soft, supple skin on her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

"That's a good start." She inched closer.

"So is that a yes?"

Instead of giving him an answer, she touched his lips with hers, hands going to either side of his neck. He covered her mouth with his, tasting the expensive alcohol she had been drinking all night. He nudged closer to get a better angle, his large hands taking purchase on her waist. Their tongues danced with each other's, deepening the kiss. He moaned under his breath when she licked the roof of his mouth, and he used that as an opportunity to suck on her lower lip. Her nails scratched his scalp, tangling her fingers in his long, soft curls and she quickly figured how much he liked it from the way he kissed her harder in response to tugging his hair. She broke the kiss for air, he assumed but then when he pulled her in again, she opened her mouth to speak.

"I live only ten minutes away, let's get out of here." She was breathing heavily. He nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before getting off the stool and helping her down shortly after. He left a quick text to Brian asking them to carry on with whatever they were upto and rolled his eyes at Brian's response telling him to "not bust that nut too quick". They got in an Uber and sat beside each other, lips red and swollen, breath heavy, and their thoughts everywhere. They didn't say a word to each other. They didn't know what to say but they were both trying to reach out for some sort of connection. She cleared her throat in an attempt to gather the right words before she spoke. Her eyes were set on her hands that played with the hem of her dress.

"Is now a good time to tell you.." He looked up at her, signalling for her to go on. She gulped, "that I actually know who you are, and I acted like I didn't because I didn't want you think of me as someone who would see you as an object just because you're a celebrity." She made air quotes on the word 'celebrity', like it was such a weird thing to say, a word that gives a human, with a little fame they never knew was coming their way, the title of an object.

"That is the best decision you ever made. If I knew you knew I'm sure I wouldn't even have made a move. You have no idea how glad I am that you did that."

She finally dropped the hem of her dress and looked back at him through her long eyelashes. That was it, there was no holding back anymore. Shawn's lips crashed into hers and she kissed his mouth back with that much force, curling her fingers into the collar of his shirt. His one hand went around her waist, palm flat against the small of her back, and the other was tangled in her beautiful, blond locks.

Their lips didn't leave other's even while unlocking the door, and just like you see in the movies, they kissed their way into her bedroom until Shawn's legs hit the cot and his butt landed on the soft spring mattress of her bed. She kicked off her heels and threw one leg to his other side, her knees on either side of his legs, straddling him. His hands slid down from her waist to fill his palms with the flesh of her toned bum. He cooed as he kneaded them with every movement she made sitting right on top his hard-on that strained his tight denims. Shawn drew his lips away from her mouth to leave wet kisses down her jawline and along the expanse of her throat. He attached his lips to the spot under her ear and sucked on the skin there, causing a shivering moan to tumble down her plump lips. He explored her neck and her chest with his hungry lips, tasting the lavender flavour of the soap she lathered on herself earlier that evening. Somewhere along kissing and a lot of exploring later, all the clothing they helped each other get rid of were scattered on the floor, sweat covered bodies moulding and crashing to give each other the climax they longed for.

(I cannot write smut for shit so I cut the crap out and got to the point.)

She woke up to the warmth of the sun shining on her golden skin through the half drawn blinds, feeling a mild headache from all that she had to drink the previous night. That's when she remembered him. She jutted her head out of her pillow to see that his clothes weren't on the floor anymore. She shifted under the sheets to find an empty bed beside her and a post it note neatly placed in the centre, exactly where he slept. She took it in her hand, squinting until she could read what it said.

Sorry, I left without saying goodbye. I'm playing a show today and I have to be there early. Last night was really fun. x

- S.M

Her lips formed a shy smile and her cheeks were tinged a shade of red as she recollected the events of last night. She folded the piece of paper in her hand contemplating whether she had to throw it or save it. She looked down at it one more time, and that's when she noticed that something was written on the other side. She turned the post-it around, to find a phone number written on it and under it he'd written, "maybe I'm glad I didn't say goodbye".

She laughed to herself, carefully placing the paper in her journal, already excited by the idea of seeing him again. She met Shawn less than twenty four hours ago and hardly knew anything about him, but there something about him that drew her in, made her want to get to know him better and of course feel that pretty mouth of his between her legs once again.

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I'm thinking maybe I'll do a part 2 to this so let me know what you think. Hope you liked this one. Reply to this or leave me a message if you want to get added to my taglist!!

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[05142019 Anon request: Detention smut, Chan]

Sometimes you just want to punch yourself for having no control over your stupid mouth, but you can’t help it. That asshole that you call a teacher had no business calling out your friend for showing up to school in a slightly off-shoulder top. It’s the middle of summer, for fuck’s sake, what is his problem? Meanwhile, some boys in your class were wearing sleeveless basketball jerseys and he doesn’t bat an eye.

You’re already swamped with summer classes and to make things worse, here you are, in detention, with the resident bad boy in your school, Chris. Who may not be totally bad at all, now that you take a proper look at him.

He’s the typical brooding bad boy type not just girls in your school drool over, with his messy dark curls and piercing eyes and charming smile that can make anyone fall at his feet. And you refuse to admit that he made you feel the same way. You couldn’t help but be amazed when he was the first person to snap at your- ugh, he doesn’t even deserve to be called a teacher- when he made that inappropriate punishment towards your friend. As her friend, you were in shock at first, but when you realized what that fucker was doing, you had to step up as well.

You sigh in frustration at how unfair this situation is. Meanwhile Chris looks unbothered, like he’s so used to being in detention. Oh. Of course he’s used to being in detention, with all sorts of trouble this guy has gotten himself into. Still, you want to thank him for at least being a somewhat decent person and being on your side.

“Is she okay? Have you talked to her already?” Chris’ voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyes full of concern.

“Oh… Well, I talked to her for a bit earlier, she’s pretty shaken up. But I’ll check up on her later, don’t worry,”

He nodded in understanding, the expression on his face softer than what you usually see from him. You spend the next few minutes in silence, your chairs right next to each other on the same desk, both of you stealing sideway glances at each other until you end up looking at the same time.

The air is tense the entire few seconds your eyes were on each other. You clear your throat, attempting to speak up first.

“Why are you even seated there? We have the entire room to ourselves,” Shit. You really didn’t mean it that way. What you meant was why isn’t he seated farther, and not to bring any further attention that you two are alone in the room. You take back what you said about him being a somewhat decent guy. He’s still the school’s resident fuckboy for a reason.

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re in a dusty storage room… The storage room,” He laughed teasingly, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. “And we have an entire hour and a half to spend here, so… If you want to make the most of it, just let me know,”

You shake your head in disgust. Of course you know the unwritten rule and history about these old storage rooms. Who knows how many girls this fuckboy has brought to this damned place?

And the last thing you should be thinking about now is everything Chris has done in this room, how many times he has fucked someone bent over the very desk you were resting your arms on, or pressed against the cold brick wall. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, an unwelcome heat pooling in your core at the thought. Fuck. Why did he have that effect on you, why now of all times?

It doesn’t help that he’s watching you like a hawk, his eyes looking like he can feel the storm going on beneath your legs.

“Baby girl, if you need help with that, you can always tell me,” He smirked, knowing he has that effect on you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “What are you even so proud of anyway? Five-minute quickies? No thanks,”

As expected, you have struck a chord. You smirk to yourself. This little shit can’t get to you.

Or so you thought.

He towered over you, turning your chair so you can face him. Both his hands rested on the backrest of your seat, caging you in his strongly-built arms half exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his pristinely white button-down.

“Oh baby girl, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” His voice is low and menacing, dripping with lust. You gulp hard. How can you not lose all of your inhibition with him looking at you like that? Chris is the perfect definition of everything you shouldn’t want but still do, and here you are completely enamored by his spell.

“Enlighten me then,” It was both a challenge and an invitation, and you decided fuck it, before you lose this spark of recklessness, you’re gonna get this over with. Just one taste and he’ll be out of your system.

He wastes no time in crashing his lips into yours, his kisses hungry and needy and passionate. He dips his tongue into your mouth, smirking against your lips when he heard you moan into the kiss.

His hands travel down to your neck, then unbuttoning your blouse, nipping at the soft skin enough to leave dark purple marks in the areas hidden by your uniform. In one swift move by his free hand, he manages to unclasp your bra, sucking on your nipples right away the moment he frees your breasts.

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? Let me hear you,”

Your moans come out soft and restrained, not wanting to risk getting caught but the idea immensely turning you on. You can’t help the whines that escaped your lips when his hand went underneath your skirt, rubbing you through your already soaked underwear.

“See? I am making you feel good,” He slipped a finger through the waistband and rubbed circles on your clit, making you squirm and gasp in your seat.

“Up,” Pulling his finger out, his hand grips your arm, guiding you to stand up and lean against the desk. He kisses you one more time, then pulls your panties all the way down. With a smug smile on his face, he sits on the same chair you were sitting on, bringing his face between your legs. Chris smirks at you one more time, meeting your eyes before disappearing under your short skirt.

You clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, his tongue swirling expertly on your clit. Holy shit, you take it back. He is so good, every flick of his tongue adding to the building pressure in your core. Even more so when he inserted a finger, then two, curling them just the right way that hits your g-spot. It didn’t take long before you’re a whimpering mess under his mercy, his curly locks tight between your fingers, shaking from your walls to your thighs with the intensity of your orgasm.

You haven’t even caught your breath yet, and your heart is already pounding at how he wipes your juices off his mouth with the back of his hand, knowing he’s far from done. You close your eyes as he breathes in your ear.

“Fuck you,” You whisper harshly, breathlessly.

“Don’t mind if I do,” He peppers kisses into your collarbones as he unbuckles his belt, then unzips his pants. He pulls away from you briefly as he pulls his pants down to his knees, along with his boxers, making sure you can freely see his hard cock springing into view.

“Like what you see baby girl?”

You swallow hard, unable to form words. He strokes himself in front of you, proud and teasing.

“Bend over, here,” Chris pats the desk you were leaning on to for support. You're fast in obeying him, wanting him inside you so bad.

“Mmm, look at you, so wet and desperate for me,” Running a finger over your slit, he fingers you a few more times before lining up his tip to your entrance.

A wave of pleasure washes through you as he pushes in, teasingly slow at first, and you bite down on your fingers to keep your noises to a minimum.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, you're so tight,” Chris groans through gritted teeth, gripping your hips tightly, thrusting into you hard but slow. You whimper in pleasure, wanting more of him, and the clenching of your walls urge him to go faster.

Soon enough he's taking you at a frantic, brutal pace that has you seeing stars, a delicious heat pooling in your core. You whimper helplessly as his hips snap against yours.

Anyone can walk in here right now, and it makes you even wetter. You must look so dirty right now, blouse and bra undone, skirt lifted, panties pulled down, getting fucked mercilessly from behind.

“C-Chris, more, m-more please, I'm so close,” You bury your face in your arms, muffling your moans and whimpers.

“Five- minute- quickie- huh-” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and your muscles squeeze tight around him as your second orgasm hits you. You can tell he won't last long either, his thrusts getting more erratic until he pulls out of you, guiding you to your knees, and fucks into your mouth until he cums into your throat with a low, drawn-out moan.

Both of you are at a loss for words after, and it's surprising how Chris is also flustered as hell as he's cleaning up and fixing his clothes.

“Our resident fuckboy, speechless after sex? Wow,” You chuckle at his fucked-out state even if he's the one who fucked the hell out of you, but his confidence is quickly regained once you noticed.

“Admit it, you want a round 2 after what I just gave you.”

Yes. Of course you do. He would have to work harder for it though, old and dusty storage rooms won't cut it anymore with you.

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A/N: Well holy fuck I got carried away with this one. Who knew a one-word prompt would get to me like this lol. And that photo!! I immediately thought of it once I saw the prompt!

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Diego Hargreeves X Plus Sized Female!Reader

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @reblogserpent

“ Idk if your requests are open If you write for Diego Hargreeves could you do a Diego x plus size reader where they are dating and he offers his sweatshirt to her but she doesn’t wanna wear it cause she’s scared you know cause afraid it’ll stretch or afraid it’ll look bad cause he’s so fit but in reality it would fit her fine and she starts to panic trying to like push him away when he’s trying to help idk just some fluff maybe his stutter in it idk. Thank you in advance”

Summary: Diego and his girlfriend go out on a long due date under the night sky when a cold breeze blows their way. Diego offers his sweatshirt like the true gentleman he is but his lady love is adamant and tries her best to not wear it lest it’s too small for her frame. A heartfelt conversation and a words of encouragement follow. Fluffy date night ends in smut with body positivity peppered in.

A/N: I hard for this one and I really hope that you like it. Writing request based fics is new to me but it’s also a healthy exercise for my writing muscles. Looking forward to your feedback.

Body image issues is something I am all too familiar with, so all my lovely girls and boys, we come in all size and shapes because each of us are crafted and not printed from moulds. Stay proud of your mortal shells, but always remember it’s the inside that counts.

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Diego Hargreaves X Plus Size Reader

Word count: 1484

Warning: None, really. Just mentions of insecurity, slight body image issues. Kissing and nothing more. Mentions of smut (very brief)

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You looked around you, soaking up the sight of your stunning boyfriend and the star-studded night sky. You were well-fed, well-loved and incredibly happy in that moment.

"What are you thinking about?"

Diego kissed your knuckles as he waited for your answer.

"Just looking for words to express my gratitude," you said smiling softly at him. He had truly gone above and beyond with the planning an dexecution of your highly anticipated date night. His dark, leathered exterior was in stark contrast to the plaid sheet and the wicker basket which had held an assortment of fruits coated in chocolate, quiche and a decadent chocolate cake.

"Just tell me you're happy and that's all the thanks I could ever want. After not seeing enough of you for nearly month, this is the least I could do. Maybe you could pay me with that body of yours," he said with a wink. You bit your lip and blushed.

"How did you even discover this place?"

"Being a vigilante comes with a few perks. I get to explore every nook and cranny of the city and that's how I stumbled upon this gem," he said motioning his hand towards the trees around you and the cloud-free night sky above you.

"It's breathtaking, but not as breathtaking as you," you said with a smile.

A quick blush crept up his cheecks. "Oh, th-thanks, Y/N. Tha-that's sweet of you," he stammered.

Compliments sometimes caught him off-guard and you loved that yu could see the effect of your words so directly on him.

You leaned into him to kiss him and he met you halfway, burrowing his hands in your hair. Your palms rested against his firm chest as his tongue snaked into your mouth. A cold breeze caressed your skin and you mentally kicked yourself for wearing a flimsy sundress. It had seemed like a wise choice in the evening, the idea of a picnic in the moonlight with your dress flowing softly around your thighs.

"Baby, are you cold?"

Diego rubbed his warm palms over your exposed arms and you basked in his heat before sitting up straight. You shook your head side to side to indicate no. Another wave of cold air hit you and your skin broke out in goosebumps.

Diego raised his eyebrow at that, an all-knowing grin playing at his lips.

"Let me get something for you," he said as he dove into the duffel bag containing all the picnic supplies.

To your utter dismay, he fished out his midnight blue sweatshirt. You controlled your face to not give away your worries, but that was proving harder than you had anticipated. You simply could not ignore your body and how it would either mess up his sweatshirt or worse, not fit at all.

You were larger than most girls depicted in media and you had made peace with it. Your curves defined you, your softness an added charm to your personality. Sadly, on some occasions the cruel voice of societal beauty standards crept into your mind, filling you with doubt and a sliver of shame. It was the same voice which forbade from wearing swimsuits during pool parties in college, that told you to wear dark colours because they have a slimming effect and stopped you from ordering anything that wasn't a salad. It was currently telling you that there was no way in hell you were going to fit into Diego's sweatshirt.

Diego scooted over to you, laying the garment on your lap.

"Umm, thanks but it's okay Diego, I am not cold anymore," you said through imperceptibly gritted teeth.

"Come on babe, you know I am not letting my angel freeze in the cold night air," he said sticking to his guns.

You looked up at the sky and begged the universe to keep you tears-free.

"I am fine, I don't need your sweatshirt," you said trying to be a little rough with him so that he would quit it.

It would have worked, it really would had you not subconcioulsy wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Y/N, angel, I  know for a fact that you're cold right now. Why won't you take this?" He sounded genuinely upset and curious, but there was no possible way for you to explain your apprehension without him thinking you were an insecure mess.

You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes.

"I don't think it will fit," you said in a low voice. He was silent and you wondered if he hadn't heard you. You weren't going to repeat yourself, that was for sure.

He lifted you chin up and fixed his eyes on your face.

“Is that what this is about? You’re sitting here, shivering, and freezing your butt off because you think you might not fit into my clothes?”

You winced as you heard him say it out loud, your insecurity laid bare in front of you. You started backing away from him, removing his hand from your face.

“Baby, I am not done here,” he said, firmly planting his knee on the edge of your dress.

“Let it go, Diego. It’s not going to fit, I know my body. It’s not the first time and it’s definitely not the last,” you said, accepting defeat.

He held your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You’re being silly, angel. I know your body too and I promise it will fit. I am going to turn around and you’re going to put this on. If you want to keep it on or take it of regardless of it fits or not is up to you. Just please, try it,” he said, almost begging.  

With that he turned around, facing the trees. You understood his desperate attempt to build your confidence and you just wanted to make him smile.

You glanced at the garment lying beside you. A lifetime passed and you picked it up. Your heart was pounding, fighting for dominance against the voices in your head. You quelled them both and slipped it over your head.  You were shocked as it flowed smoothly over your curves not finding resistance anywhere.

It smelled of Diego, a heavenly cocktail of all things manly and intense. It felt warm and soft over your prickled skin, almost like a store-bought hug from him.

“Diego,” you called out to him, a quiver in your voice.

He turned and looked at you, his eyes lighting up with a smile. His hands went up to your neck and pulled out your hair from inside the neckline. He placed a quick kiss on your lips and leaned back to admire you.

“Thank you,” you said, thanking for both, the garment and the borrowed confidence.

“Thank you for trusting me, angel,” he said, toying with a chunk of your hair.

“Can I ask you something? You can tell to piss of if you don’t want to answer.”

You nodded with a smile.

“What happened to you just now? I have never seen you like this. Where did all the doubt come from, angel?”

I don’t know, I just realized I wasn’t as tiny or as petite as most girls, so I thought I didn’t want to ruin or stretch out your clothes,” you said, not quite meeting is eyes.

“Okay, first of all, not everybody is built the same. And where you’re using the term not tiny, I prefer words lush, addictive, inviting and sinfully sensual. Where would I be with your soft cuddles and warm heat to come home to?”

You felt a smile tugging at your lips and you moved with him to lie down on your backs, looking up at the sky.

“Let me hit you with facts now. I easily tower over you and my shoulders are any day broader than yours. Simple math, angle,” he said, tapping you on the nose.

“I am sorry I dampened the mood,” you whispered, a wave of guilt passing over you.

“You couldn’t do that even if you tried. Don’t you know, you’re too adorable for that?” he said turning to face you.

His thumb brushed your cheek as both of looked at each other. You bit your lip and he whispered, “Have I told you how incredible you look in my clothes?”

He rose up on his elbows and kissed your pulse point on the neck. “The things I want to do to you, knowing that you’re wearing my clothes. It’s almost like you’re declaring yourself mine all over again.”

His tongue continued to explore your neck as he hooked your legs at his waist. Your breath hitched and you let out a whimper as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth.  His hands went to your full hips, stroking your curve over the soft fabric.

As he bunched up the fabric over your hips, you realized maybe wearing a dress wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Good Soldiers - chapter 4/4

Remembering Yesterday’s Tomorrow (In the Here and Now): Part 4 COMPLETED

Rex isn't happy with resorting to Plan B, however, he's not surprised that Plan A didn't work out. Disappointed, but he knew that it was a long shot getting a Jedi to intervene.

At least Plan B has the benefit of working before, but it will still be a bloodbath. Not even the best of troops can hope to match an armed and trained force user, and it's not vanity when he says that his men are the best.

He felt like a cheat when he had described the plan earlier.

"We lead him to the nearest Vixus."

"You want us to go near one of those things on purpose?"

Rex couldn't blame the men for their incredulity, not after one of the creatures had nearly eaten almost every person in the room only hours before. He's not exactly thrilled at going near the sarlac-like thing either. But they aren't fast enough to take Krell in a fair fight, not with his four lightsabers and absolute willingness to maim anyone in his path. (Too many limbs, too much speed, too little empathy.)

Every word from his lips felt like a lie, a stolen idea that he parroted as his own. In a way, they were. It had been Tup who had thought of using the Vixus to capture Krell, a stroke of genius that had ended a horrific fight, and it grates that Rex can’t give the trooper the recognition he deserves.

"What the Captains trying to say, " Fives chimed in after watching Rex flounder for a moment. "Is that we need this to be on our terms. He's not going to come quietly if he is a traitor."

Rex nodded, both in thanks and in confirmation.

"If you think you have a shot, take it. The faster the fight is over, the better it will be for everyone, but we need to aim to arrest him if possible."

"And if we can't?"

"Have your recorders on and let the bastard incriminate himself."

In true GAR fashion, the plan had spread like wildfire, and soon enough, every last soldier knew their task.

Rex hardly needs to issue the orders, but he does anyway, following the formalities because he knows that, despite what General Skywalker may sometimes claim, appearances and regulations do count.

The ride up the tower is quiet, and from the corner of his eye, Rex can see a few of the younger troops nervously adjust the grip on their blasters. He has to fight the urge to fidget or even reach up and place a hand over his ring, doing his best to project confidence for both the men and himself.

Krell is waiting for them, facing the window, one set of hands clasped behind his back.

"CT-7567, explain yourself."

Rex readies his blasters, switching off the safeties and aims at the Besalisk.

"Pong Krell, you are under arrest for treason against the Grand Army of the Republic and the Galactic State which it serves. Do you comply peacefully?"

Krell turns, malice written in his face and eyes.

"You know, I'm surprised you were able to figure it out for a clone. Tell me, when did you first suspect?"

Rex ignores the question, refusing to be goaded by the man before him any more than he already has.

"Do you comply?" He puts more force into his words than before, using a tone of voice he would never dare to use on a commanding officer.

Krell looks around, almost lazily, and takes in the various troopers - all with blasters pointed his direction – and smiles in a way that is anything but friendly.

"You think you can stop me, Captain? I have trained for more years then you have been alive, and I will not be stopped me some creature bread in a tube."

Without further preamble, Krell pushes out with the Force, sending every trooper slamming into the walls. Those unfortunate enough to have stayed on their feet during the assault are quickly cut down by the blue-green pair of saber staffs, and Rex watches from his place on the ground as the fallen Jedi jumps out the window.

He scrambles to his feet and rushes out the door, brushing past medics on their way in to try and stabilize those they can. He does not envy them their job, one which he knows will only get harder the longer Krell goes unattended to.

The sound of boots fills the night air as soldiers pour from the base and onto the hard pavement of the airfield. Krell is nowhere in sight, but the evidence of his departure lies scattered on the ground.

Passing the bodies that litter the ground outside the airbase doors, Rex has to swallow past the rising bile as he takes in his brothers: some still breathing, others lifeless. He charges on more determined than before, no time to pause the pursuit and tell the living from the dead before crashing into the underbrush.

The forest is quiet and incredibly dark, the helmets night vision thrown off by the red glow of the bioluminescent trees.

"Does anyone have a visual?"

"Negative Captain, he's —"

The sound of a lightsaber crackles through the comms, the distinctive hiss as it cauterizes and cuts, distorted and warped by the tiny speakers.

"You should have kept quiet, Captain."

The back of Rex's neck tingles as Krells' voice echoes around the landscape, seeming to come from all directions, shifting on a nonexistent wind.

"You've led them to slaughter in a fool's errand. I have seen the future Captain, your life, and that of every clone is expendable. You and your so-called brothers: specialized rats bread in a lab for just one reason. The Jedi will fall, and in its place, a new order will rise and rule. Yet you rebel in a misguided notion of liberty, and now your men will pay the price."

Displayed on his hud, Rex can see the blinking light of the recorder, and even though he hopes it won't come to it, they need a back up should Dogma fail to reach General Kenobi. He keeps Krell talking, shouting into the eerie red nothingness, turning all directions in the hopes of catching sight of the six-limbed man.

"You're a Separatist?"

Krell's laugh is merciless.

"Not hardly, I serve none but myself. But soon, I shall reap the rewards, and my new master will grant me a seat of power in the Empire that shall arise."

A twig snaps from somewhere above their heads, and it's all the warning Rex and his men get before Krell is in their midst, dual staffs slashing without remorse, skillfully dodging every shot aimed his way. Rex is too busy firing his blasters, shouting for his men not to get too close, to stay out of lightsaber range, to notice at first. Eventually, he hears the shout of his name, and the Captain spots one of the men signaling to something on the ground roughly fifty yards away. Despite his dread and increasing panic, he grins to himself, and relays the information into the comms, alerting all units to draw Krell his way.

Navigating the vine limbs of the Vixus proves challenging, especially with the Besalisk hot on his tail. He should have known that things were going too smoothly, should have expected that something would go wrong (and it makes him sick to his stomach to think, however briefly, that the death of so many of his brothers is according to plan). When it happens, it stirs up disappointed resignation and panic in equal measure. Time seems to slow as his foot catches on something, and he watches the rapidly approaching ground in horror, twisting at the last second to avoid landing face first atop his blasters.

His blunder is all it takes for Krell to be on him, lightsabers baring down with unnatural swiftness. With the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Rex freezes, and he can feel the heat of the green blade through his neck gasket as it flies toward its target. He should move, or fire a shot -anything- instead, his thoughts drift to Ahsoka.

Her skin set aglow by the light of a dying fire beneath a star-studded sky; dirt-covered and sweaty, kneeling next to him as they sew seeds on Lothal; graceful in battle, twisting through the air, elegant and lethal and incredibly kind.

All at once, the heat from the blade disappears and time reasserts itself, leaving the Captain momentarily disoriented until he can process the slashing of sabers far overhead as Krell battles against the vine wrapped around his waist. There is no time to berate himself for either his blunder or for freezing up, and he shoots to his feet, blasters drawn and firing.

Around him, his men are doing the same, some aiming at Krell while others aim for the flailing arms of the Vixus as it attempts to grab anything within reach. Undercutting the din of battle, Rex can make out the tell-tail click of blasters being switched from stun to kill, can feel the increase of energy electrify the air like an oncoming storm. A shot fires and between one heartbeat and the next, Krell is falling, having managed to sever a limb and free himself.

He hits the ground hard, and the shooting ceases, soldiers approaching with a careful tread, ready for the Besalisk to spring up. Instead, Krell lets out a ragged cough into the dirt, and Rex cautiously approaches, DeeCees at the ready, and carefully rolls the fallen Jedi onto his back. Blood gurgles from Krell's chest where a blaster bolt made its home in a lung, whether intentionally placed or a mistake is unclear and, frankly, Rex doesn’t care.

Krell has moments left, and the Captain is seized with the need to make eye contact with the force user one last time. Slowly, he kneels and pulls off his bucket, taking a moment to make sure he has the Besalisks attention.

"I've lived your future, " he whispers, quiet enough that the various recorders can't pick it up. "It doesn't last."

It is satisfying to watch Krell's face fall as he searches the force, feels the veracity of Rex's statement— Realizes that for all his gifts and abilities, a clone knows more than him. Satisfying to know that its the last thought he will ever have.

Words form on the force users' lips, but all that comes out is a cough followed by a rattling breath and then - nothing.

Everyone is quiet for a moment, as the enormity of what just happened registers with the gathered troops. Some take off their helmets, most simply stare in shock. It doesn’t last long; the area is still a live war zone, and all too soon, the sound of steadily approaching enemy bombardment draws everyone from their stupor.

Rex pulls on his helmet and orders everyone back to base. It takes some time, now that they aren’t running after the Besalisk - longer than it usually would have, considering they are hauling Krell’s corpse and the numerous wounded with them. Some of the men had wanted to leave him where he lay, claim that it had been lost in the darkness and confusion of the planet. But the Captain hadn’t wanted to risk being ordered to send anyone out on a retrieval mission. Didn’t want to risk losing more men over the fallen Jedi.

No one speaks as they trudge through the dark landscape, and in the pressing silence, one thought relentlessly hammers away inside the Captains mind:

What now?

His instincts still tell him that this isn't a dream, and Rex is still inclined to trust them. But with his mind no longer occupied with the survival of his men and himself, the doubts that had reared their head when he had woken have returned. Is this death? If so, what does it mean for him now that Umbara is over? Or if it's a dream? Or, even more daunting, what if it's not? What if, by some insane occurrence, its exactly what he thinks it is?

He’s no closer to an answer by the time they reach the base, and in his meditative state, he almost misses the arrival of General Kenobi’s transport.

“Captain!”

Rex has to work to keep his face impassive, even as he salutes (its a different kind of pain seeing Kenobi again then it was from seeing his brothers. Less piercing, more bittersweet, aching like a day-old bruise that you can’t help touching, just to make sure it's still there).

“General,”

“I would ask what’s so urgent that you would send a trooper to collect me in the middle of a delicate campaign, but your man was very thorough in his explanation.”

Behind the Jedi, Rex can make out Dogma - a little cut up and bloodied but in one piece - side-eyeing the trooper next to him. Rex’s heart stops for a moment as he takes in the distinctive orange paint of his batchmate. He should have known that where General Kenobi goes, Cody would follow, but somehow it hadn’t clicked. (Cody shifts and Dogma nervously straightens. There’s a story there, and Rex resolves to get it later —if there is a later).

If Obi-Wan notices the Captain's momentary discomfort, he doesn't say anything.

“We had hoped that you might have been able to assist us in dealing with Krell.”

“I see.” The Jedi pauses for a moment, taking the time to really look at Rex. His next words are terribly kind, and the clone's heart swells with affection for the man.

“How are your men, Captain?”

He thinks of Dogma, the betrayal and the pain that he knows the rookie must still be dealing with, thinks of his own distress at watching Krell cut down brother after brother and chooses his words carefully, voice low.

“We lost a fair number in the fight, and I think the men are more shaken they would like to admit.”

Obi-wan looks sad at the confession but nods understandingly.

“And Krell?”

“Dead, Sir.”

Someone comes up beside him; he's not sure who, but judging by the sound of the footfalls, he thinks its either Jesse or Fives. Looking confirms that its the former.

“Report?”

“All men accounted for, Sir. Wounded are being taken care of now.”

Rex nods.

“Get some rest; you've all earned it.”

Kenobi waits for Jesse to leave before he picks up the conversation.

“Who fired the shot?”

Truthfully, he doesn’t know. In the chaos and confusion, the blaster fire had blurred together. But it was his mission, his orders that the men followed, his responsibility. His fault.

“I did, sir.”

Obi-Wan sighs, looking pained, and Rex understands. A General is dead, an act that cannot go unseen to, regardless of if the general was corrupt or not —there must be a hearing.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I'm afraid I have to place you under arrest."

Rex nods solemnly.

Appearances and Regulations, his mind supplies, and as much as he doesn't like it, he would rather it be him who takes the brunt of a Court Marshal than any of his brothers. Something he had taken into account when he had first come up with his plan.

Kenobi nods to one of his men, who steps forward with a pair of cuffs.

"Those won't be necessary, will they Captain?"

Mild amusement flickers through Rex at Obi-Wans tone, and he flashes a brief smirk at the General, who, despite the regret etched on his face, has an answering twinkle of humor in his eyes.

"No, Sir."

The trooper shrugs and puts away the restraining devices then reaches out and relieves the Captain of his DeeCees's, before leading him by the elbow toward the tower and the brig.

Behind him, the General calls out.

“We’ll get you out of this, Rex.”

He doesn't need to ask who “we” is.

----

Despite the exhaustion that has settled in his bones, Rex spends his first hour in the brig with his head in his hands, sedately running them over his buzzed hair. Various people stop by, sometimes offering updates, sometimes to provide words of support. They don’t stay for long, recognizing the fatigue, and leave the clone to himself. As a result, he doesn’t look up right away when he hears a set of boots approaching. What does make him look is the sound of his cell door opening, and he is just in time to see Fives, dressed in his blacks and some of his armor, walk-in before shutting the door.

"Hey, " the goateed man greets, walking over to the bunk and sliding down the cell wall, sitting on the ground.

"Hey." Rex returns.

They sit quietly for a few moments, both worn and weary from the horrors of the past 24 hours, the sound of their breathing echoing slightly off the walls.

"I didn't think anyone was allowed inside the cell."

Fives huffs in what could be amusement.

"I don't think anyone is taking your confinement too seriously after what Krell put us through. Pretty sure they would let you out for a walk as long as you have supervision."

They both laugh without much heart before lapsing back into a silence that seems to be building a soft sort of anticipation — a tension, not unpleasant or overwhelming, but constant and steady. The seconds stretch into minutes, all the while the anticipation builds, culminating in a sigh from Fives.

"I believe you."

Rex, arms resting on his legs, looks at his little brother.

"I can't explain it, but —” the ARC trooper shakes his head as if doing so will set his thoughts straight — “you know things. Things you shouldn't have been able to know. And I can't put my finger on it, but you're different, smile more but at the same time are so...sad."

He looks at Rex.

"And I don't know what it is or what it could be, but we've seen some crazy shit together. Dying and coming back to the past is as good an explanation as any. So, I believe you."

Rex doesn't know what to say, doesn't think they are words in basic or mando'a that can encapsulate the affection and love he feels for his brother. He settles for a smile, and it's probably wan and maybe a little teary, but he hopes it can say what he can't.

"Thank you." He tries, and the ARC Trooper nods, smiling back.

Fives eyes catch on something on Rex's person, and the blonde watches as his brother's face goes from understanding to curious.

"What have you got there?"

Rex looks down and sees his wedding band, still attached to the chain, in his hand. It's an old habit, fiddling with it when thinking or just bored, and he hadn't realized he'd started playing with it until his brother had pointed it out.

"Is that a ring?" Fives sounds positively gleeful, and he pulls himself up onto the cot, seating himself practically in Rex's lap to get a better look.

"It is!"

"Get off–!"

It takes some effort, removing Fives from his lap, and it almost dumps both of them on the floor in the process. In the end, they both stay on the bed, Fives leaning far too close into Rex's personal space.

"I didn't think you were the jewelry type."

"For the right person, I am."

He's said too much if the unholy grin spreading across his brother's face is any indicator. He would be more upset at his slipup, if it weren't for the matching grin, he can feel on his own face and the lightness in his heart he hadn't expected to feel for weeks.

"What kind of person could be crazy enough to catch your eye?"

"Watch your tongue, that's my wife you're talking about."

Fives' face is priceless as he processes Rex's words and their implications, and Rex can't help himself. The laughter that bubbles out of him feels both freeing and wrong; Wrong after all that happened, when so many of his brothers lay dead, after so much loss; Freeing, to know that he still can, that despite everything he did, Krell couldn't take this from him.

And he knows his vod'ika has a million questions, can see them flitting about behind golden eyes. He prepares himself for the onslaught when Fives opens his mouth, only for the question to be transformed into a jaw cracking yawn.

Rex shakes his head, amused and fond.

"Get some sleep, Fives."

His brother looks like he's about to protest when a second yawn overcomes him and grudgingly concedes the point.

Fives stands, one finger pointed at Rex.

"I want answers.”

"Later, " Rex promises, all but shoving his brother out of the cell. "Sleep well, Vod."

The door closes with an electric hum, and Rex makes his way back to the bunk.

Exhaustion claims him the second his head touches the pillow, and all too soon, he finds himself falling asleep.

He keeps falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling through blood and death, the noise of battle raging around him. It is a kaleidoscope of sound and color, screams, and blasters blurring together until it's impossible to tell the sound of his voice apart from the bark of his DeeCees. Through it all, he spirals from battle to battle: the heat and sand of Geonosis, his armor still unpainted and new; to the frozen moon of Pantora, snow gear frosted over and growing heavier with each passing minute; the choking taste of the Blue Shadow Virus, each breath harder to take than the last, until all at once, his feet hit the deck, sending shock racing up his calves and spine.

The ambient noise of the star destroyer is defining after the chaos of the battles, the hum of hyperspace hardy even background to the ringing in his ears.

He can hear himself speaking, but it's without his permission, his words and actions separate from his thoughts.

“Yes, Lord Sidious.”

No, his mind screams, and within the confines of his own body, he rails against the inhibitor chip. No, he screams as the doors open, and he pulls out his blasters, leveling them at the young and confused face of Ahsoka Tano. He fights harder, thrashing against the walls of his skin, will be damned if he lets the order take him without a fight. Find him. Find him. Fives. Find him! FIVES!

Its a battle unlike any other, waged against himself, the most important in his life. But he cannot hold out, cannot win, and at the end of things, he fails. Mind exhausted and worn, he loses what little control he had scraped together, pulls the trigger. The programming takes over, and Rex can do nothing but watch as he and his men fire volley after volley at the former Jedi. Locked in the deepest corner of his own mind, he can only pray that they don’t find her as they comb the ship. Silently weeps when she steps out, distracted from the droids behind him long enough for the electricity to coarse through his body - vision going white.

The light spreads, at first cold and sharp, but soon enough gives way to the soft yellow glow of the morning sun filtered through closed eyes.

He's roused by the sensation of fingers lazily dancing over an exposed hip.

"Morning."

Her voice is light and playful, and he takes a moment to grin into the pillow before opening his eyes and looking behind him.

In the light of dawn, with the sheets pooled around her waist and sleep shirt slipping down one shoulder, she looks like an angel: her blue eyes sparkle, and the sound of birds caries through the open window.

"Morning."

He rolls over to face her, and she combs her fingers through his beard, eliciting a smile at the sensation.

“We slept in, didn’t we?” his voice rumbles in his chest. Beside him, Ahsoka hums, lips pulled up in a grin. There is a glint of mischief in her eyes that holds the promise of something more, coy and inviting, and no small amount exciting.

"Just a little."

“Then we better get up,”

He can’t hide the smile in his voice, but two can play at this game. Rex sits up and makes a show of stretching - careful not to look at her or else lose his resolve- and he can feel her eyes on him, searing into his skin. In his mind's eye, he pictures her smile growing, teeth bared, and cheeks dimpled. A quick peak confirms his suspicion.

“Long day ahead of us, can’t start if we’re still in bed.”

She slides up next to him, turning his face toward hers with a delicate finger, one of her white eyebrow marks raised in challenge.

"Is that so?"

Her grin is infectious as she settles herself across his hips in a fluid motion, her head tails swaying with the movement. He brings both hands up to her waist both to steady her and to hold her close, thumbs running gentle circles over ochre skin.

"Prove it, Captain."

She leans in and kisses him, slow and deep, and he lets his hands wander underneath her shirt. Over soft skin and up, following the dips and curves of her body, feeling the strength hidden there. Her hands wander in turn, roaming over his chest and arms, slipping under the waistband of his sleep pants. He can feel her tremble oh so slightly under his touch, muscles coiled with anticipation. It spurs his hands higher, fingertips ghosting over sensitive flesh, cupping a -

A loud bang jolts him into consciousness, and Rex instinctively reaches for the warm body that should be there with him. Instead, his hands find nothing but air, and it takes him a moment to process the too harsh lighting and hard metal bunk, the hum of the energy shield that separates his cell from the rest of the room.

For the second time in as many days, Rex's mind must grapple with waking up after expecting to never do so again. But for the first time, he has more than an instinct or a gut feeling to go off of. He's in the same room, the same place as he remembers last being, has two sets of memories for how yesterday went down, and it pushes the few doubts he had left about his reality from his mind.

The future as he remembers it plays out in his mind's eye, and the question from earlier pushes to the forefront:

What now?

[andrea-lyn]

Malex prompt: Liz confides in Michael about Alex's ptsd and mentions that he doesn't seem to be as fine as he's pretending to be because she knows he's trying to be the strong one for everyone else to lean on. Cue worried Michael : ). You can do what you want with this. I know it's oddly specific. You're a great writer : )

(First off, you are very, very sweet, so I hope you enjoy where I’m taking this! Goes AU after 1x08)

***

It’s hard to notice, if you’re not paying attention.

At least, that’s what Liz has said to him three times over the course of this conversation and truthfully, Michael’s kind of tired of hearing it. He can read between the lines and finding out that he’s fucked up by trying to do the right thing stabs him between the ribs like a sharp blade.

“I only noticed when we were hanging out with Maria and her mom the other week,” Liz admits, leaning against his table in the Crashdown. “He zoned out completely when a car backfired and then when the new guy burned a towel and it caught fire, he bolted for the bathroom.”

He hadn’t noticed.

Liz keeps talking, but Michael’s doing his own version of zoning out, because he’d been so busy trying to give Alex space that he’d gone all the way the other way and ignored the obvious signs in his face.

Some genius he is.

“…anyway, I figure maybe I’ll have him come over for dinner this weekend. He can lecture me some more about being a bad friend, but it’d be nice to have him come over.”

Michael has no idea what’s been happening on the human side of things, but this little talk has filled in the blanks. While he’d been working on figuring out how to stop Isobel’s blackouts, Alex has been taking it on himself to worry about Maria and Liz, trying to keep things together, and though it sounds like Liz doesn’t know what’s going on, she also mentions that he’s been hanging out with Valenti more. Then, Isobel had gone into the pod and he and Liz had started working non-stop to fight against that, all while Alex had been fighting his own battles.

He knows a thing or two about burning the candle at both ends.

After the drive-in, Michael had made it a point to give Alex space, but he didn’t think that Alex would take all that space and run himself ragged with it. This calls for an intervention.

“You know what, I haven’t seen him in ages,” Michael says, knowing that Liz doesn’t know about their history, but had seen them hanging out at the drive-in and the reunion, so she knows they’re friends. “Do you mind if I stole him for the night?”

Liz gives him a surprised look, but nods. “Sure! Do you want me to warn him that you’re going to…”

“Nah,” Michael says, not wanting Alex to be undertaking evasive maneuvers just to avoid hanging out with him. “No, I’ll swing by and grab him this weekend, try and take him away and maybe get him to relax.”

Liz packs him up lunch to go, and Michael leaves the diner kicking himself in the ass for assuming that Alex was better off if Michael fully cut him out of his life instead of being a supportive friend instead of wanting things to go right back to that epic, explosive place they’d left it in.

It’s his own fault. He doesn’t really know what it’s like to have real friends, but maybe it’s time he figured it out.

That’s how Michael finds himself at the cabin, with a piece of fabric over his fingertips. He doesn’t intend to use it without Alex’s express permission, but he kind of hopes he’s going to get it.

Alex opens the screen door, staring warily at Michael.

”You know, between Kyle trying to break into my house and now you on my porch with a blindfold, I’m starting to think home ownership is way more exciting than anyone would’ve led me to believe.” He crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his lips together. “What are you doing here, Guerin, I’m busy.”

Yeah, he bets he is.

”I heard that you had lunch with the girls, spent the day with them and Mimi DeLuca,” Michael says, absently running the blindfold back and forth over his hand. “Liz…said some things,” he says, feeling like a weird awkward tattletale. “Look, you did a great thing, being there for Maria,” is what he says, and Michael had been there too for her when she’d broken down.

Now it’s his turn to worry about Alex.

”How about you let someone else watch out for you?” Before Alex can say anything else. “I just want to give you break, Alex, nothing else.”

He knows better than to complicate things by talking about their history or, god forbid, their future. If Alex is still suffering, if he’s still having flashbacks to the war, Michael needs to avoid layering more stress on top of that.

Alex stares at him warily, but turns and locks up behind him. “So the blindfold isn’t a kinky thing?”

Michael doesn’t even take the opening for what it is. He hands it to Alex. “Once we’re in the truck, you can put it on. I figured maybe you wouldn’t mind a bit of a surprise, or you could just use it to grab a few z’s on the drive into town.”

Alex still looks wary, but he climbs into the passenger seat of the truck and after a long moment of thought, he even slides the blindfold on.

The amount of trust it`s taken for him to do that resonates with Michael, and makes him relieved that no matter what had happened between them, it`s not all ruined.

Michael’s been planning this all day. Every time he’d thought about ringing Isobel for help, he remembers where she is and it only makes him work harder on the Alex issue, because it helps to take his mind off the part where he’s failing Iz by not finding a solution.

When he pulls the truck into park, he reaches over to rest his good hand on top of Alex’s. “Hey,” he murmurs. “We’re here, you can take that off.”

Alex does, slowly, and it rumples his hair. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in Michael’s body not to reach over and fix it for him, but he manages (barely). He watches with delight as Alex registers where they are.

”Guerin,” Alex exhales, climbing out of the truck, leaving the blindfold on the seat. He’s staring up at the UFO Emporium sign, but Michael quickly leads them inside so Alex can see the rest.

He’d set this up earlier and everything is ready. There’s a guitar lying up against one of the drapes covering an exhibit, there’s a six-pack of beer, and a few blankets on the ground. Michael watches as Alex runs through shock, surprise, grief, and then lands on a sad fondness.

He knows this isn’t going to change anything, but it’s not about them.

Tonight is about Alex.

“Liz mentioned that when you and Maria were hanging out with Mimi, you seemed kind of spaced out sometimes,” Michael admits, hoisting himself to sit up on one of the empty plinths, leaning his shoulder back against a starry wall. “It got me thinking that ever since you’ve been back, it’s kind of been nonstop for you. I mean, the parade, the reunion,” he lists, “but then you were moving into a new place, trying to adjust to Liz being back in town, Valenti being back in your life…”

“How do you know all this?”

“Liz and I,” Michael says, making a face, “talk now.”

There’s plenty of time for that when you’re spending your days and nights trying to find a cure for Isobel, who’s sitting in a pod waiting for them to figure it out.

“I wish I could videotape that, make her watch you make that face,” Alex comments, with an amused smirk. He keeps walking inside, studying the place, noticing the thin layer of dust though things have started to move around in preparation for the re-opening.

“Michael…”

Michael feels his stomach twist up. Alex has never called him by his first name and while he’s always wanted it, he’s not sure what it means to hear it off his lips. “Yeah?”

“You brought me to the alien museum.”

“Yeah.”

“…are you ready to tell me?”

Michael stares at Alex and his first thought isn’t, how do you know?

No. His first thought is that it explains why Alex has been so tense, why some of that old stress has been coming back. He’s found out about aliens, all the awful things that happened in the past, and he’s been thrown back into a war zone, only it’s because instead of a government putting him in the face of danger, now it’s his friends.

Michael swallows back the lump in his throat, shaking his head. “Alex,” he chides. “I brought you here so you would stop making it all about someone else. You don’t have to spend every minute being strong for your father or your country or even me. If you want to feel like shit, I highly recommend it. It goes great with a whisky chaser. You don’t have to pretend to be okay all of the time.”

Though, Michael reflects, he can only imagine the number Jesse Manes had done on his son when it comes to perceptible weakness.

“You don’t have to be strong around me about anything. Your leg, the war, being back, finding out about me,” he says, even though that last bit scares the shit out of him. “I know you don’t want to be with me, but I’m not going anywhere. I think I proved that over the last ten years.”

Alex is staring at him and hasn’t run away, so Michael feels safe to keep going.

”When you’re ready to stop trying to fix everything else, when you’re tired of being the base of support and the voice of reason for everyone else, I’m here. However you want me, I’m here.”

He’s not expecting the hug he gets from Alex, though it quickly shifts from being an embrace into something messier. It’s Alex burying his face in Michael’s neck, tears against his skin, fingernails scratching Michael’s shirt as he struggles to hold on, all while his breathing goes messy.

It’s a man who’s falling apart because he can and he’s allowed to.

Michael strokes his back, not hushing him or telling him that it’s all going to be okay. He doesn’t like lies or secrets when he can avoid them and right now, he needs to be Alex’s rock. He needs to be able to comfort him.

So he doesn’t make empty promises. “I’ve got you,” is what he says instead. “I’m here, Alex. I’m here when you need me.”

Alex drifts back and when he breathes in, it sounds shaky, but not broken.

That’s when Michael knows he didn’t fuck up.

They spend the night sitting six feet apart, drinking beer and talking. Alex plays the guitar and Michael lets his chaotic mind drift into silence, while Alex lies sprawled on the ground and talks about what it had been like overseas, though he doesn’t talk about the day he’d lost his leg.

Michael isn’t surprised. He knows they’ve got a long way to go, in all kinds of ways. When it’s two in the morning, Alex finally struggles to his feet, gesturing down to his leg.

”I really should get back home. I might not turn into a pumpkin, but my leg definitely gets as red as a tomato if I wear this too long.”

”I’ll drive you,” Michael assures, tidying everything up and dumping it into the bed of his truck. The silence in the truck on the way back is nowhere near as tense and awkward as it had been on the way, and Michael’s smiling privately given how he feels like he finally did something right.

Alex lingers on the porch waving at him, and maybe Michael’s just buzzing from spending the night with Alex after being away for so long, but he thinks maybe they’ve turned a corner.

There’s still so much to talk about. Michael’s history, Alex’s leg, all the unspoken traumas they’re hiding under a shallow veneer, but he’s accomplished his goal tonight – make sure Alex knows he doesn’t always have to be the strong one, that someone will be there if he wants to break down.

Next Saturday, Michael is working on a few cars at the junkyard when he hears the tires of a truck pull up.

“I brought coffee,” comes Alex’s voice, sounding worn and tired. “You feel like taking a break? It’s been … it’s been a hell of a day,” he says, and Michael can’t help how happy he is to see Alex willingly coming to him instead of forcing himself to reshape his life into his father’s ideal image.

He’s always known that Alex is the strongest man he knows, that’s one of the things he loves about him. He’s also incredibly proud, now, to know that Alex feels open enough to be weak around Michael, which takes a different kind of strength that even Michael isn’t sure he possesses.

“I told you, I’m always here,” Michael says, letting the hood of the car he’s working on slam shut.

He’s ready to live up to his promises for Alex, because he’d do absolutely anything for him and he looks forward to making sure that he’s not the only one in town to support him in those moments of strain and stress.

For now, he’s more than happy being that person, because if anyone deserves to be supported the way he gives that strength to everyone else, it’s Alex Manes.

[bigbadorc]

Modern Orc Boyfriend | Gordoxe

"I see hell in your eyes, taken in by surprise.

Touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside."

Reader x Orc story

Orcs rule the underworld selling humans & elves alike as slaves, what will Alice do when she's captured & made an offer she literally can't refuse? & how long will she last if she keeps pushing her new boss's limits?

The blindfold that was tied around your head was pulled down to your neck you looked up at the creature in front of you he was clearly the alpha male in the room, he sat in the middle of a red velvet lounge with women on either side of him, some were elves others humans. You shook your head how was this possible? You had heard of the slave trades on the news before, Orcs selling humans & elves to other races but you never thought it would happen to you & if you were honest you had kind of turned a blind eye to it, it was easy enough to do when it wasn't happening to you.

You winced at the pain of trying to keep your eyes open, you felt the bruise on your cheek pulsing & you could taste the blood from the split that had been punched into your lip.

You sniffed when you met the creature's golden eyes, he tore them away from inspecting your face, his gaze made you feel small...he made you feel something else too but you couldn't recognise the emotion.

"I told you not to harm the human's, I can't sell damaged product." He spat thrusting his finger in your direction, he galred at your captors.

The goblin beside you nodded vigorous & bowed his head "I-I know-" he cleared his throat before continuing "but she was a fighter, w-we could keep her until she heals. She will be prime product, I can guarantee that sir." The goblin swollowed hard & looked over to his dark elf partner for support buy only recieved a shrug in response before he averted his eyes to the floor.

You chuckled "not so tough now are you little man?" You teased under your breath, you were amused at how the confident smirk he wore earlier was wiped from his face with only a glance, you licked your bottom lip as blood trickled from it due to the width of your grin.

The orc who was clearly the leader of this group stood & began to walk over to you, he was a mountain of a creature & the muscles he bore on every inch of his body were huge, you shuddered at the thought of the pain that his giant fists would bring once they met skin but you didn't show your fear.

He smirked down at you before kneeling "everybody leave." He said, curiosity passed his features as he looked you over. The women & hunters scurried from the room, opening the door & letting the bass from the club flood in before promptly shutting the door behind them.

The orc infront of you grabbed your chin between his thumb & forefinger to get a better look at your face "what say you to a deal?" He asked before letting his grip slip.

You raised your eyebrow "what kind of deal?" You asked, trying to even out your breathing his touch sent shivers throughout your body & he radiated power.

"I'm not going to sell you little human, if you work for me." He said.

You pursed your lips "doing what?" You asked curiously, like you had an option. It was that or death but you would be damned if you let him think he had it over you, something in you wanted to defy his every wish.

"You will work close with me, I need someone to stick by me & do some off hand work that I don't have the time for, kind of like a secretary position if you will." He explained.

You frowned "what would a gang leader need with a secretary?" You asked confused.

He laughed "we have to have a way of making the money look legitimate, how do you think we don't get caught?" He asked "it's for my office."

You clucked your tongue "what happened to your last secretary?" You asked adding sarcastic emphasis on secretary.

He shrugged "shot." He said uncaring as he stood casting a large shadow over your small bent frame.

You cursed under your breath & stood slowly "fine." You agreed, it's not like you had a choice. You threw the handcuffs you had picked the lock of ages ago at him & he caught them with a chuckle.

"You're going to be a pain in the ass aren't you?" He asked with a smirk.

You matched his smirk with one of your own "you have no idea." You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulders with confidence.

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That was the first time you met him, Gordoxe the king of the Criminal Underbelly. Criminals feared him, police paid him for protection, he pretty much ran the country. He was the most feared Orc & yet you couldn't help but push his buttons.

"Alice!" He yelled from his office, you adjusted your small black skirt as you stood from your uncomfortable desk chair & walked over to his open door "get in here & shut the fucking door!" He boomed, you smiled sweetly at him & he growled "you are a pain in the ass, I shoud have killed you on the spot." He growled throwing his arms up with frustration.

You bat your eyelashes at him innocently "good morning to you to Gordy." You said happily, calling him by the nickname you had devised for him...he hated it which made you love it even more.

He slammed his giant fist on his mahogany desk leaving a crack in it, you couldn't help but gawk at the crack he left. It was ridiculous that you would be turned on by that but there you were practically drooling over it.

"Don't call me that! How many warnings do you need little human? I have a reputation to uphold! You can't go around disrespecting me like this." He said, you rolled your eyes.

"Jesus Gord-" he glared at you & you cleared your throat as you nodded "sir" you corrected yourself "you hired me for this position, it's not like I was qualified for it! I was a barmaid for christ sake." You argued, placing a hand on your hip as you cocked your eyebrow at him in a challenge.

"You're right-" he admitted with a small sigh, you raised your eyebrows as shock took over admitting you were right? that was new "I was impulsive & I should have checked your credentials before saving your GODDAMN LIFE!" He yelled.

It was your turn to sigh because he was right "I'm sorry I'll try harder." You gave in with a roll of your eyes.

He nodded making you cross your arms in protest "good I'll give you a week more to get your shit together, you've been here for two months, Ali you should be able to do the job with ease by now not just walking around looking like that-" he said motioning to your figure "in those damn skirts." You bit back a smile as he pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration you began to walk over to his desk absent mindedly as if your feet were moving on their own accord, swaying your hips with each step.

He licked his lips hungrily & leaned back in his black leather chair as his eyes roamed said hips.

You couldn't help yourself in that moment, not around him, not anymore. You wanted him, all those nights you spent pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, the tension between you both was getting to be to much, you reached around his desk & pressed the button that made the black curtains drop over the clear glass box that was his office.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you moved around the desk & crawled onto his lap.

"You seem pent up & I said I would try harder didn't I?" You asked with a pout.

"You're insufferable & annoying, little human." He breathed out.

You smirked "he says as he strokes my lower back." You retorted as you reached back & grabbed his hand pushing it down to your ass, letting him grab & knead to his desire, you bit your bottom lip seductively as you rolled your hips over the front of his jeans, a low noise came from his throat as he locked eyes with you.

He stopped suddenly & a look of hunger crossed his features as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling your head down to his slowly, he grabbed your chin with his forefinger & thumb as he craned his neck.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment & he growled lifting you off him, you darted around the desk & sat in the chair across from him on the otherside of the large desk -the very desk you fantasized about Gordoxe bending you over- & quickly fixed your skirt.

"What?!" He roared, you crossed your legs to hide your heat & stiffened as the door opened glancing down to make sure your skirt was sat at an appropriate height, you looked to the doorway & there stood Gas the goblin that kidnapped you "we've got a problem." He said, his face grave.

You rolled your eyes, you could swear that was the only way he ever started a sentence "we always have a problem, can I leave early today?" You asked.

Gordoxe narrowed his eyes at you "I'll have Sands take you back to the apartment, no stops, no leaving." Annoyance boiled within you, you could never go out or do anything when they had a problem. It's not like it was your problem, it was their's you weren't part of the gang after all you only dealt with the legitimate side of their opporation.

"That's not-" you began to protest but Gordoxe threw his arms up.

"No! You will listen to me, damn it. Go home don't argue-" he was pointing his finger violently at you "or I swear to god there will be punishments this time! for too long I have given you leniency." He said "I will do it no longer." & with that he stormed out of the room Gas trailed behind him leaving you with Sands, the dark elf who was assigned to you as a babysitter of sorts or as you like to call him the babesitter.

"Come on Sands, time to babesit." You said sullenly walking out the door, as usual he said nothing.

The elevator doors were open & a fair few people were piled in, there was just enough room for one more & if you could get in there without Sands catching you first, you could make a stop before going to the apartment all this pent up tension had you craving a drink. A man in a suit was about to press the button, you had about point two seconds to get in so you bolted into the elevator Sands ran behind up behind you but the doors closed you waved at him through the crack just before they closed & the elevator began to descend & you chuckled to yourself in victory, you looked around the elevator & people shrunk away from you they knew who you were. You worked closely with Gordoxe & that was enough to stay away from you, you smiled at them all & began to sway on your heels happily.

The second the elevator doors opened you ran out & into the city outside triumphantly, you finally had a moment alone, a moment without the lonely company of a babysitter who didn't speak, a moment of normality.

I'll drink to that you thought to yourself as you walked to the nearest bottleshop.

When you finally found one you grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey & paid for it with the company card, with all the teasing Gordoxe was doing supplying you with a little liquid release was the least he could do.

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It was going on dark by the time you had finished the bottle & you knew by now Gordoxe would have people out looking for you & he'd be royally pissed off. You walked back to Gordy's hotel where Sands stood guard at the large glass foyer doors.

He didn't even look at you when you walked past, you walked into the building & to the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse as you sighed & you lent your head against the wall preparing yourself for the bombardment of lectures you were no doubt about to recieve.

The golden elevator doors dinged open & Gordoxe was pacing on the otherside of them, he grabbed your arm & dragged you into the large penthouse, the expression on his face was positively murderous "you insufferable little brat!" He screamed "you have no idea how worried I've been! You have no idea the dangers that await you out there nor do you take them seriously! I warned you there would be consequences if you disobeyed me." He snarled.

"What are you going to do?" You put on a good front because of the alcohol but if you were honest...or sober you would be fully aware of just how seriously scary he was in that momemt & you'd admit that you fucked up.

"Oh, I'll show you." He said menacingly his large figure cast a dark shadow over you as he stepped forward & swooped you up. He threw you over his large shoulder, you yelped & squirmed but there was not a point in fighting so you quickly gave up going limp as he carried your body through the halls.

He took you into his office grumbling something about 'only wanting what was best for you' & how 'it was for your safety', he sat you onto the desk of his home office & you sat on the edge swinging your legs in the large gap between your feet & the floor.

He was so close to you that you could see the green rings that lined the gold in his eyes, your breath caught in you throat. He had beautiful eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about him. They were your first thought in the morning & your last thought at night, the way they held such a whirlwind of emotions it was hard to pin a singular feeling down but the whirlwind was only ever there when he was looking at you.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He said his voice deep & husky, his warm breath faned across your face making you shiver "your rebellious streak is causing me trouble." He said "in more ways then one."

You frowned "more than one?" You asked confused, how could little old you be causing the biggest ganster in the country multipul problems?

He smirked "you really want to know little human?" He asked, you licked your lips as you inspected his beautiful smirk & how the gold piercing in his right tusk shone.

You gulped & nodded, he grabbed your hand gently as his eyes bore into your own & he moved it down to the front of his black jeans. Your eyes widened & you gulped slightly when you felt the impossibly large buldge in his pants, you looked down to see that your hand was tiny in comparison to it & his eyes filled with lust at the sight causing the buldge to throb.

He moved his large hand up to your cheek & rubbed his thumb gently over the bone, your eyes fluttered close at his gentle touch & you moved your hand but only to pull him closer to you.

The space between you both was charged with electricity & you couldn't hold back any longer lest you both burst at the seams.

He growled as he moved between your legs, you wrapped your thighs around his solid midsection & pulled the collar of his white shirt towards you "careful little human." He warned.

You looked up at him with doe eyes "I thought you wanted to punish me?" You asked with a sickly sweet tone.

He cupped your chin in his forefinger & thumb like he did when you first met like he has done several times after & dipped his head down so that your lips were inches apart "I did didn't I?" He said his voice gruff before he closed distance, his lips were soft & warm. You moaned against them & pressed your lips hard against his, he broke the kiss suddenly but only to suck on your neck, you moaned again as his tusks dragged across your soft skin making your lower back tingle.

"Gordoxe." You whispered through a sigh.

He pushed you down against his desk & slid his hand down your stomach "say my name again little human." He growled as his fingers played with the hem of your underwear.

"Gordoxe." You sighed out again, his fingers slid down your thighs & back up sending waves of desire through out your body, he stopped at the entrance of your skirt & he began to laugh as he pulled away from you leaving you panting on his desk, you sat up on your elbows & frowned at him "I told you I'd have to punish you." He said.

Anger boiled inside you & you sat up from the desk "fuck you." You pouted as you walked to the door of his office fixing your skirt as you did "you punish yourself also." You pointed out, nodding to the very clear erection he had & with that you stepped out of the office slamming the large wooden doors close behind you.

(Hey guys! Sorry if this is a little awful, it's my first Orc story & it's three o'clock in the morning oh & I also had already wrote this out but the tumblr app shut down & deleted the whole thing so I had to start again...yuUup that was fun. Anywhoser I hope you guys liked this, let me know what you thought & if you have any requests I'd totally be down to do them -willing to do a lot of different creatures not just orcs- OH! & let me know if you'd like a part 2 or a different Orc)

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

You're My Favourite

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request: hey love !! can i get an imagine were steve and his best friend y/n go to a party but he gets a little handsy (hand holding, coming up from behind and trying to kiss neck, hugs) and keeps saying he loves her and the reader just pushes him off laughing. reader takes him home and has a sleepover at her house and in the morning he just crawls in bed next to her and kisses her. (best friend to lovers.) - Anon 💕

Warnings: Fluuuuuff. One mention of weed, couple of swear words, nothing terrible.

A/N: Lurrrved writing this. Really hope it’s what you wanted! And sorry it’s taken so long, feel like I haven’t had time to just sit down and write in aaages!

She could see him across the room. Through all the bodies crowding Tina’s living room, past the yelling and the dancing and the kissing, she could see her best friend looking drunk already. They had been at the party for a few hours or so and Steve was drinking the punch like there was no tomorrow.

He was laughing, his really loud belly laugh that was always funnier than the joke and she smiled to spite herself. Steve always got on well with everyone and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealously each time he carelessly threw his smile at someone new, especially with how it was so difficult for her. But she still watched him, admiring how his chocolate eyes lit up when he spoke and the corners crinkled when he laughed, and the way he ran his long fingers so effortlessly through his brown wavy locks.

She saw the arm he had slung around a girls’ shoulders, pretty sure she was from their English class, the jealously growled in her stomach and forced her to stand so fast she gave herself a head rush. She had to get away. Her slight stumble against the sofa caught Steve's eye and he saw her walking away, drinking her in like the vodka spiked punch in his cup.

Her dark purple dress hugged at her curves before flaring out to just above her knees, it swirled around her legs as she glided through the mass of teenagers before disappearing into the hall that led to the kitchen. His mind filled with thoughts of her, he followed.

She was stood with her back to him grabbing another drink and trying to shake a guy from school who’s name she couldn’t quite remember. Steve lent against the door frame, knowing just from her body language that this guy had no chance. She was turned away from him and paying too much attention to the red liquid filling her matching cup.

She was getting ready to flip out at this guy when she suddenly felt her arms being pinned to her sides as Steve's chin rested on her shoulder and he enveloped her into a bear hug.

"Hey Y/N." He giggled in her ear.

Her face betrayed her and she grinned at her friend, “Hi Steve. Drunk already are we?” She tried to turn in his arms, forgetting about the boy who had now finally left, but he gripped her tightly and started swaying to the music that was drifting through the house. She couldn’t stop the laugh escaping her lips at how stupid they must look. “Steve let me go, I want my drink.”

“Oh yes good idea Y/N! Drinks all round.” And he let go as swiftly as he had appeared, “See this is why I love you, always such good ideas.”

“Maybe no more for you.” He turned from the punch towards her to find her sipping her drink, eyebrows raised and a slight smirk across her lips. He could of just kissed her right there.

Instead he grabbed her hand and lead her back through to the party, and he didn’t let go, interlocking his fingers with hers as he pulled her body closer to him. Her wide gaze looked up to see an amused Steve. “Just dance with me Y/N. Have fun.”

She was still in shock at this close proximity with a drunken Steve that she could only bring herself to nod, and after downing the alcohol to give her some liquid confidence, she starting moving her body to the rhythm with his. After a while her hands wound their way up and around his neck, and the need to carry on into his hair and bring his face closer to hers was too strong; especially as his hands were now located low on her hips, stroking his thumbs in circles, his fingers holding her like she would disappear if he didn’t.

She lifted her eyes to see that look on his face, that intense gaze that was her weakness, although it was all slightly fuzzy with the alcohol coursing through their veins his words were unmistakable.

“I love you Y/N.” He shouted a little too loudly.

Their hold on one another was released as she took a step backwards into the throng of bodies shaking her head with laughter, “I love you too Steve, but you're drunk!” And still with a smile she turned and pushed her way towards the front door, leaving him with outstretched hands wanting her to believe him.

She gulped the cold night air into her lungs, allowing the buzz to slowly wear off and realising she just wanted to go home. Tears threatened but Carol appeared with her gang of girls and she choked them back. She was leaning with her forearms against the banister of the porch as Carol and crew made their way up the stairs, presumably going back into the party after smoking weed or some shit.

“Y/N! Having a good time?!” One of the rabble shouted at her.

“I am thanks Susan, just getting some fresh air.”

“Come do some shots with us yeah?” Carol offered, going to grab her hand but she wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m okay, I think I’ve had too much already.” She took her hand back and tried to offer a small smile.

“You might as well, there’s no way you’ll be hooking up with Steve anytime soon Y/N,” and at the look of shock on her face Carol continued her cruel dig, “I mean we all saw you dancing before, all over him, just give it up.”

At not a moment too soon Steve appeared, or rather fell, out the front door and seeing the scene before him brought a look of alarm to his almost vacant expression. He knew that you and Carol walked a thin line between friendship and hatred but he couldn’t distinguish between the two right now.

“Steve! You’ll come do shots with us right?!” Susan chirped up again, with the rest of them and they flocked around him, Carol in particular placing her hand upon his bicep to pull him with them.

And there he goes again, giving that beautiful smile away as though it costs him nothing.

Y/N couldn’t bare to watch the lionesses surrounding their prey, ready to go in for the kill, so she turned away but to her surprise she heard him declining their offer and their shrill voices faded into the music still blaring in the living room. Soon it was just the bass beat surrounding her and the presence of Steve behind her, giving her goosebumps and causing a tear to finally spill over. He wasn’t even touching her yet could have this effect over her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she once again felt his hands graze her hips and feel their way up to her waist, his body became flushed against hers and his lips attached to her neck. A groan escaped her and Steve’s grip on her tightened sending a wave of heat through her.

Barely breathing she turned to face him, “Steve,” A whisper was all she could manage, “You’re drunk.” And she reluctantly removed his hands from herself avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah I’m drunk but so what, I know I want this.” He lifted her chin with a finger, trying to prove himself but all she could see in his eyes was tiredness and vodka.

“If you want this, go get it with Carol or one of her friends, or the girl from English you were so cosy with before.” She went to walk away, to go home, but he caught her wrist, confusion painted across his perfect face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

And she broke their contact letting the vodka speak for her, “You. You throw smiles and kindness around like it doesn’t matter, how are people meant to know when they’re special to you, when you treat everyone as though they’re the only one that matters.”

“Hey,” Once again he stopped her from leaving and she let him, she couldn’t make herself walk away from him, “Hey, listen to me, you are the most important person in my life. Believe me.” He said it so easily, as though it was so simple; a simple answer for such a complex problem.

“But those other girls-” She started but Steve stepped towards her causing her voice to fail.

Steve brought his lips so close to her ear that his hot breath sent a ripple of goosebumps down her spine, "You are my favourite." His voice was a deep lustful whisper she hadn't heard from him before, and it sent her stomach into a somersault.

She let go of the breath she’d been holding and allowed a smile to appear, “You’re still drunk.”

“I know,” He smirked and took her hand in his once again, “Come on let’s ditch this shit show.”

“I think I need to get you home Harrington.” He knew her mood had shifted with the teasing of his last name.

“What, so you can have your wicked way with me?”

“To get some sleep you dirty boy!” She let out a genuine laugh pushing him so he almost lost his balance, which of course made her laugh even harder.

She led him down the street and around the corner to her road, thank god she lived in Tina’s neighbourhood, she had the shortest walk home from all of Tina’s parties. They tried their hardest to be silent making their way through her home in the dark, as to not wake her parents, yet Steve still managed to bump into everything possible causing a few snorts of laughter to escape.

Steve had been in her room before, but this time felt different, he felt different. 

She took her pjs to her bathroom to change and he stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt. When she returned he was making a bed on the floor with her blanket and extra pillow. She walked over to him, all joking vanished as the air around them was loaded with anticipation that neither of them knew what to do with.

He was crouched down but his lazy gaze wandered over her legs, stomach, chest and neck to finally meet her eyes and then he noticed her outstretched hand.

“Steve, come on, you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

And so he climbed into her bed, like he had done on a couple of occasions but this time, once she flipped the light switch and plunged them into darkness, he shuffled closer, daring to wrap his arms around her waist. He heard her breath hitch and brought her against him, her warmth soaking into him, the smell of her lingering perfume making him drunk all over again.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into her hair, feeling her head move to nod and she placed her own arms over his, lifting her head slightly so he could rest his in the crook of her neck; his lips ghosting over her skin. They fell asleep tangled in one another until the sunlight crept into the room through the faded pink curtains.

Steve woke first, elated with finding himself with her, he watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, the fluttering of her eyelashes and revelled in how beautiful his best friend was. She started to stir and slowly opened her eyes, he could have died and gone to heaven with that look alone.

“Hi Steve.” Her morning voice thick and deep but a smile playing on her lips.

“I love you.” Steve couldn’t stop himself, he remembered all of the night before and wanted nothing more than to be with her and make her believe it was her he wanted; to smile all his smiles at, to be held by only him and to kiss as much as possible.

She blinked a few times making sure she was actually awake and she brought her fingertips to his cheeks and his lips, making sure he was actually real. Really here with her in her bed, holding onto her like they were the only two people in existence. And he really was.

He closed the gap between them and finally felt her soft mouth with his own, it was gentle and sweet, and he kissed her again and again until she stopped him to speak with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen; “I love you too Steve.”

[poli9048]

Part 3

"Who are you gonna run to now?"

Lea was carrying a container with warm food in it that her father had asked her to take to a neighbor. The delicious smell of lasagna made her dizzy, but the unpleasant feeling that was tormenting her from the inside did not allow her to concentrate on this pleasant smell at all.

The incident at the party had thrown Leia out of her comfort zone. She was bitterly aware that it would be awkward for her to look at her friend's eyes now, since they had almost kissed twice in the past week, and the thought of it made her cheeks flush with shame. Lea and Chris never allowed themselves to do this, valued their friendship and stayed at a distance. Currently, both have taken a step, not fully realizing in what kind of way.

With a heavy sigh, Brossard walked to the Morrises 'front porch and pulled the handle of the neighbors' front door as if it were the entrance to her own home. The door wasn't locked, so Lea went inside. Chris, in a rumpled t-shirt and disheveled hair, was sitting at the table in the living room, his dark green eyes fixed on a shelf, but it was clear that his thoughts were far beyond this room.

Without bothering to say Hello, Lea set the container right in the middle of the table, pushing the dirty glasses and several packets of candy bars to one side. — From my parents. This is lasagna, be careful, don't choke on it.

Chris shifted his heavy gaze to the woman next to him, mumbled something under his breath, and returned his gaze to the bookcase.

— Where's the thank you? I was actually wasting my time bringing you this masterpiece of cooking — Lea began, ignoring her friend's untidy, tired appearance, the dark circles and bags under his eyes clearly indicating that the young man had not slept for several nights in a row.

— Thank you, — Chris said. —Finished? Get out of here.

— I'm actually trying to help you, and you're acting like a complete asshole,— Lea said. A few days of continuous lectures from her parents and an early Sunday service left their mark on her emotional state.

— I don't need your help, okay?! — Chris exploded, clearly on edge. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair, his eyes blazing with rage, and his voice breaking into a scream. — I can't help myself, and how can you help me? Who are you, anyway? A strong and independent hooker. No one sees you more than as a sexual object!

Lea recoiled as if she had been whipped. Morris's words were just as stinging, and the girl's lips were frozen with hysteria.

— And you're a damned weakling who does nothing but whine and feel sorry for yourself. Mama's boy! Where is your mother? Who are you going to run to now?! — these words came out of her mouth. Lea did not even have time to realize how much she had hurt him now. Chris felt like a slap in the face, and his eyes — those mirrors of his soul — were now filled with pain and despair.

— Go to the office and get a job there, — Lea suggested after a moment's silence, trying to hide the excitement and remorse in her voice.

— I already went, and the only thing I was told was that it was fucking mediocre,— Chris said, recovering from a moment of rage, and picking up the container that his friend had brought from the table and removing the foil in which the still — warm lasagna was wrapped, he began to eat it. Lasagna was Mrs. Brossard's signature dish, and she made it for holidays, neighborhood gatherings, and school fairs. Many who tried the dish for the first time so flatteringly praised this painfully simple recipe. And the family only painfully realized that this is the only thing that she knew how to cook. Other French dishes that often appeared on the family table, she ordered at her favorite restaurant.

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No matter how cold-blooded a bitch Lea was trying to be, she felt that now she simply had to help a friend who seemed to be always there. In addition to the feeling of guilt for the words expressed in the heat of the quarrel, the girl decided to talk to the editor of the magazine.

— Is John in there? — Lea came to work off-shift and glanced at the big blue eyes of the pretty Secretary. Did he offer her sex too?

—Yes, what are you concerned about? — Brossard didn't even hear the rest of the question and stormed into the editor-in-chief's cold office. Only idiots could open a window in the fall, and one of them was sitting in front of her.

When Mr. Blythe saw Leia in the doorway, he gave Her a dirty grin and looked her up and down, licking his lips like a predator.

— I've already missed you.

— Hire Chris — Leia demanded in a harsh, cold tone that brooked no argument, but John's expression didn't change at all. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his sky-blue shirt, revealing pale, protruding collarbones, as if he were hot in this icy office.

— So, I didn't make a mistake, you were in the photo, - John closed his eyes and stretched his lips in a smile. — And Chris is your boyfriend, isn't he? Lea frowned.

— He's my neighbor, and it doesn't matter.

— Oh, trust me, this is a big deal in our little deal, — John said, raising his eyebrows as he beat a strange rhythm on his knee. The belt badge glittered in the sunlight that slid across his body.

— Tell me about it  — Lea took a step forward, and he abruptly grabbed her by the arm. All attempts to keep her balance were futile, and reluctantly the girl sat on his knee.

The smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes hit her nose — not the cheap ones she bought at the local corner store-but good, expensive cigarettes with a thick white filter and a pleasant aftertaste. After a moment, the guy put his hand on her back, running his hand along her spine and stopping at the edge of her t-shirt.

— If you want your neighbor Chris to work in my office, you know what you have to do, — John hissed into the back of his neck, his nose stroking the thin skin and his lips exploring each wreath.

— You have a mountain of silicone at the front Desk, cover girl, why do you need me? — Leia's voice trailed off. Close contact and a few confident and, unfortunately, pleasant touches took away all the ability to think clearly.

— Do you agree to my offer or not? — Brossard exhaled noisily. Having sex with an unpleasant guy for the sake of an ungrateful neighbor is a bad idea. But she wasn't doing it because of Chris. An image of Mrs. Morris, a beautiful woman and neighbor, came to mind, giving Leia advice and feeding her whenever She ran away from home. She loved her son very much, and the girl knew what a strong bond they had, so the answer to his question was obvious.

— Yes, — she said underneath her breath.

— What did you just say? — his breath tickled her ear. He could hear her answer perfectly, and she could feel the smile in his voice.

— I agree.

John began to trace a path of kisses from the neck to the shoulder of the girl, biting the skin somewhere in the area of the collarbone. Lea pursed her lips, trying to catch her breath.

— Close the door, — she said.

— Such a brave girl is afraid of being seen?"

John closed the door roughly. His brown eyes burned with desire. He walked over to Leia, who was sitting in his expensive leather chair. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it aside, and, taking the girl by the hips, sat her down on the table.

«A strong and independent hooker.»

Blythe bit into the full lips of Lea, who reluctantly returned his quick kiss, bit her lip, and pushed his tongue into the girl's mouth. Lea frowned in disgust at herself and this guy, but she knew that she could not escape her chosen fate, and she ran her fingers through the thick curly hair of the young man, pulling it back and forcing the guy to recoil.

«No one sees you more than as a sexual object!»

John took off the girl's black t-shirt and, covering her body with kisses, exploring it with his hands, pulled off her skirt and threw it somewhere to the side. Lea felt the appraising gaze of a predator that had found its new victim.

— God, you're gorgeous,— he breathes, and then he grabs her by the hips and heads toward the black leather sofa.

The young man loomed over Brossard, and her gaze fell on Blythe's freckled face, which was strewn across his sharp cheekbones in constellations. Leia's hands slid over John's taut abs as the thick leather belt clattered to the floor. Freeing both himself and Leia from unnecessary items of clothing, the guy abruptly entered the girl, spreading her pliable thighs.

«...hooker!»

John moved in a way that made Leia's vision darken and her head spin. She took deep breaths, but could not get enough oxygen to cope with the lack of breathing.

"...no one sees you more..."

Blythe didn't want to hurt her, but it was getting harder to control himself with each thrust. Moans came from lips that gasped for air. John abruptly changed the angle of the entrance, pinning the girl to the sofa. His hands were everywhere: at the bottom of her stomach, on her chest...

«hooker! ...a sex object!»

Heavy breathing, hoarse moans-all the sounds in the office merged in unison. Blythe bites into the girl's thin neck with a kiss, grabs her stomach, and with one deep penetration they both achieve release. Both breathing so heavy, like they ran ten miles on Blakan.

— Don't tell Chris that I asked him to take it. Just tell me you changed your mind, okay? — Lea asked, avoiding the gaze of the one she'd just given herself to, as she gathered her clothes from the floor.

— All right,— Blythe said, and fastened his seat belt with a slight movement.