#like i cant ever know which brush stroke was your first or last but i can stand here and look and think abt it and cry

[skunkes]

I cant not cry at art museum

[folkreid]

first times

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

SONG: she- harry styles

❗️WARNINGS❗️: smut. mommy kink. threesome.

"Okay truth or dare" Elle asks smirking at me. I pull my shorts down feeling to revealed. Between the tank top and small shorts I was showing a lot of skin. "Truth" I answered.

"When was the last time you had sex?" she scooted closer to me leaning back on her arm. I didn't like talking about my sex life. It's just personal to me. "A year" I mumble looking down at my legs. "A year?!" she gasps. I nod. "But you've been with Spencer for 10 months" she tells me.

"Well yeah but... Okay don't tell him i'm telling you but he's a virgin and I don't want to rush him into anything you know?" she came in closer and touched my thigh. "You haven't had sex in a year I feel terrible for you, as for Spencer, I thought you would've fucked already" she giggles.

"Well we haven't" I sigh. I don't want to rush him into it but shit it's hard not getting any. She caressed my cheek. "Poor girl, you deserved to be pleased" she whispered in my ear. I feel her hot breath on my neck. She pulls away and ruffles my hair at the top of my hair. "Don't you think" she giggles. I nod.

She brings my lips to hers. I kiss her and feel as she flips us over so i'm on top. Her hands go to my ass and give it a light squeeze. "Ah" I gasp. I watched her smirk as she went to my neck and left wet kisses everywhere. "This isn't right Elle. I cant cheat on Spencer"

"He won't know. He's not here"

"He's going to come home soon" she grips my face harshly making me stare at her. "Then we better make it quick" she bit her lip climbing on top of me. She kneaded my boobs through my tank top. "So fucking sexy" she groaned grinding her hips against mine. "Fuck" I moan bucking my hips up to create any friction. I felt myself getting wet as she kisses my next once again.

Her hand reaches under my shirt, her dumb circling my nipple. "Does that feel good baby?" she pinched my nipple. "Fuck yes mommy" I moan out knowing about her mommy kink from the truth or dare game earlier.

She smiles at my words of encouragement. She quickly takes my top off going to my left boob. Her tongue flicks my hard nipple, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter at her movements. She teachers to pull down my pants.

"Y/n?!" Spencer cries. I push Elle off of me. "Babe" I rush over to him. He pulls his arm from me and slightly pushes me away. "Baby stop" I grab his arm sternly. I hear Elles footsteps walking over to us. "Spencer don't be mad at us, join us" Elle grabs Spencer's other arm stroking it. I didn't like the idea of her touching Spencer but a threesome would be hot.

She gives me a look basically telling me to play along. "Yeah Spence. Join us" I look down at his pants, a bulge growing in them. My hand slightly brushes over it and he bites his lip.

we both grab a hand and lead him back to my room.

Elle pushes him down on the bed. "Watch us" she sternly says before smashing my lips into hers. She kneads my boobs in her hands before lying me on the small couch I had in my room the was about 10 feet away from the bed. "Keep your eyes on us" Elle orders.

She takes on nipple into my mouth. I whine loudly. I haven't had anyone touch me in so long. Fuck. She leaves wet kisses down my stomach. "So fucking beautiful" she mumbled against my skin.

She grabs onto my shorts. My hips rise allowing her to take off my shorts and underwear. She takes on finger and runs it up and down my slit. "She's so wet" Elle says looking over to Spencer. "All for me" she smirks, smirking at him.

She licks a bold strip on my pussy. "Fuck" I moan. She goes to your clit and rubs it slowly. "Does that feel good?" I feel her hot breath against my thighs. "God yes" I desperately whine. She lightly sucks on my clit, my hands fly to her hair immediately. "Oh Elle" I moan. She continues to suck harshly, putting two fingers in thrusting in and out of my soaking core.

I look over to Spencer. He was palming himself through his pants. "S-Spence touch yourself" I stutter. I feel Elle thrust her fingers faster making my legs shake. I look over to Spencer watching him pull his boxers and pants down. His dick springs up and hits his stomach. Hes huge. Way bigger than i've ever been with. He looks over to us and starts touching his dick. "Wow Spencer, I didn't expect you to be that big" Elle laughs. Spencer starts stroking his dick watching Elle go back to eating me out.

"Fuck. Yes right there" I feel the not in my stomach building up. "Oh fuck fuck fuck" I chant before releasing. Elle licks up the cum dripping down my thighs. "You taste so sweet" she praises. God dam that was good.

Elle and I stand up walking towards Spencer who looked up at us with puppy dog eyes. "Spencer you have to be a good boy for us do you understand?" Elle asks caressing his cheek. He nods. "Y/n go sit on his face" Elle tells me. I push Spencer down on the bed. I know he's a virgin so I don't expect him to do anything amazing. 

I sit lightly on his face, facing Elle who has his dick in her hands slowly stroking it. "Make it good. You made her wait so long to be pleased, if I would've known, I would've fucked your girlfriend a long time ago"

She licks his tip. He lets out a small moan before getting to work on me. He lightly licks my clit. He uses two fingers to spread my lips before attacking my pussy. "Oh god" I moan throwing my head back. Elle starts taking Spencer into her mouth. I feel him moan against my pussy. He sucks on my clit making me let out a loud moan. He pushes one finger into my core which was aching to be filled.

"Dont cum" Elle orders Spencer. He moans in response sending vibrations through my body. I lean over, putting my hands on the side of his stomach and leaning my weight on them holding me steady. I start grinding my hips over his face. "S-Spence i'm going to cum" I feel my legs shaking. He grabs onto me thighs keeping my steady. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" I chant before releasing.

I see Elle stop her actions. "Ride him" she demands. I get off of Spencer, his hair messy and his chin wet. He wipes his chin and looks at me. I get on top of him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask.

He nods desperately. "Yes please" he pleads. I line myself up with him and slowly go down. We both moan. Its been a long time since i've been filled up like this. I slowly start moving my hips up and down looking at Spencer. His was biting his lips trying not to moan. "I wanna hear you" I breath out.

I start going faster and his hands fly to my waist. "Y/n" He moans closing his eyes shut. "Fuck Spencer you're so big" I praise. He moans at my words.

Spencer Reid has a praise kink, nice to know.

I look over to Elle who was watching us while touching herself. Fuck she looked so hot.

I move my hips some more before bending my upper half over to kiss Spencer. "Fuck Y/n right there!" he cries. We sloppily kiss while I ride him.

I feel his hips thrusting up to mine making it more pleasurable. "Oh god Spence right there baby" I moan out. He thrusts his hips up faster.

He turns his head watching Elle touch herself. I feel myself getting jealous. I slightly slap him making him moan. "Eyes on me" I demand. "Sorry mommy" he apologized. Wow never knew I had a mommy kink until now.

I ride faster as i feel Spencers dick twitch inside of me. "Oh yes fuck" he grabs onto my hips tighter. They might be bruised tomorrow. He desperately bucks his hips. "Fuck Y/n. Oh yes" he cries. Fuck. His moans were so sexy.

I feel his hot cum shoot into my pussy. "Oh Spence" I throw my head back feeling my release coming soon. "Keep riding" Elle told me before getting on top of Spencers face. Spencer brought one hand to her thigh and kept the other on my waist. "Spencer you're such a good boy" Elle moaned.

I hear Spencer grunt. Elle leans forward. "Come here" she tells me. I lean forward and she smashes her lips into mine. All of us a moaning mess. I was moaning into Elle, Elle was moaning into Me. Spencer well Spencer was basically screaming my name. His first time was a threesome. Not many people get that.

"Oh yes Spencer Im coming" I say as I release.

Elle gets off Spencer as she finishes. He looks all red and shy. It's adorable. Spencer gets up and Elle lays me down on the bed getting on all fours. "Fuck me Spencer"

Spencer goes behind her and enters her. She moans out "Fuck you're so big".

She looks me in the eyes as she spits on my pussy. "Shit. Do that again" I hiss. She spits on my pussy this time rubbing it into my clit. "Such a beautiful pussy" she whispered admiring my wet folds. She kisses my clit softly before attacking it. "Spencer watches us, the of noises Elle eating me out turned him on. He starts pounding into Elle. "Fuck you're such a good boy" Elle moans.

She goes back to treating my pussy. "You taste so fucking sweet" rubs my pussy softly. She continues her actions until my legs were shaking.

I've came twice by her eating me out. Spencer came three times from fucking Elle and Elle came twice.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck" Spencer shouts letting out his last orgasm before pulling out and lying next to me. Elle was still eating me out. I grabbed Spencers face crashing out lips together.

I come one last time before Elle comes to lay on the other side of me.

"So... That was fun" I giggle. "It really was" Elle replies. We both look over to Spencer who was half asleep. "Spencer can you pass me my polaroid it's on my vanity"

He reaches over to my small vanity on the side of my bed and hands it to me. "Spencer's first time, and my first threesome everyone say cheese"

I snap a picture of the three of us under the covers. We all laugh. The picture starts showing, I hang it up on my mirror.

[asingleheart-shapedbraincell]

Obey Me! Brothers as Werewolves

Lucifer

Gonna remind everyone now that alpha theory was disproven and actual wolf packs act as family units

That being said - alpha, clearly

Not because he's the strongest (though he is) but because he's the most nurturing

Considers all his brothers (and you) to be his responsibility and under his care

Second biggest in wolf form (next to Beel)

Thick, dark fur, great in winter but in summer hates how hot and itchy it gets. Shedding his winter coat is an EVENT. Scratch him and fluff just falls out by the handfuls

Hates how patchy he looks when shedding, very grumpy when its happening

Refuses to ask for help when it comes to brushing out his coat, but if you're somewhere private he is very happy to just lie there whilst you brush out all that itchy loose fluff

Also just very nice to pet in general, but rarely let's you outside of softer moments :/

Not outwardly aggressive - when correcting his brothers behaviour hes more likely to just growl softly instead of going for a full snarl. If he actually shows his teeth then things are serious and you might want to have some final words with your jugular

Isn't very affectionate in public, but is very protective - wherever you go, if hes in his wolf form hes by your side, or at the very least is keeping an eye on you

If anyone he doesnt like the look of approaches you, he calmly places himself between the two of you. If that isn't enough trust me, a staring contest with those eyes isn't going to last long

Mammon

Pretty boyyo

White fur thats not nearly as thick and long as Lucifer's but still has a substantial ruff

Uses his wolf form to run away from loan sharks a lot (hey, four legs are quicker than two, right?)

Also loves the attention he gets from girls - he knows he's handsome in both forms, but girls say it more when they think he can't understand them

Sheds the least of all the brothers, but since his coat is so pale his hair is more noticeable so he still gets flack for getting it on the furniture

Hes still needy as a wolf

You know those videos of huskies throwing massive tantrums??? Yeah, hes on that level, his dramatics only kept in check by his tsundere nature

Loves it when you pet him. He'll pretend he doesn't, but the second you stop hes gonna start whining

(Doesn't) hate it when you baby-talk him

Not generally aggressive within the pack, just prickly - maybe a growl or a huff here and there, maybe a snap if someone's really pushing his buttons

He is possessive tho

Will physically put himself between you and other people to get your attention. If the other person doesn't take the hint, then he's showing teeth

If you don't let him sleep in the room with you, you'll open your bedroom door the next day and find him curled up outside

Definitely wants to put his head in you lap and have you stroke him til he falls asleep but refuses to admit it

Gets jealous if you're petting another brother at the same time as him and will throw a tantrum and try to shove them away from you

He was your first pact, which means he has first dibs on all cuddles!!!! What do ya mean that's not a rule??? Thats totally a rule!!!!

Leviathan

'Hes not dog friendly'

Spends very little time in his wolf form (its hard to game without opposable thumbs)

Does sometimes shift out of shock tho

Like, if you kiss him unexpectedly, poof! There's a wolf infront of you, who's blushing lobster red underneath all that fur

Will hide under the bed

✨separation anxiety✨

Glued to your side in wolf form, because he doesn't like or trust other people or wolves (and definitely NOT because he likes your company and wants you to maybe pet him 😳😳😳)

Kinda likes that you can't see him blushing when he's in wolf form

Will lie next to you and wait for you to initiate pets. Especially loves it when you scratch him behind the ears.

Because hes a shut in and doesn't spend a lot of time in his wolf form, his fur is the messiest - patchy winter coat, small tangles, really just needs a good brush (but only if you do it)

Not really aggressive to others, just not friendly. Maybe a growl every now and then, and sometimes a tantrum gets thrown, but thats it

Satan

Still quite cat-like

Hes not going to be throwing any loud husky-like tantrums

Doesn't like that he can't read books in wolf form (difficult to turn pages without hands) but does enjoy the emotional release for his anger when it comes to hunting Hell-Hinds and other demonic deer.

Fur is short, sleek, a lovely pale gold and well-kept (when it isn't bloodied by his most recent hunt)

When he isn't hunting he does enjoy stretching out infront of a fireplace and warming his fur

Is unopposed to being brushed when he's in the position, and may even allow you to pet his head gently, but thats it

Might lay his head in your lap tho

Sheds the least of all the brothers

Still tries to control his temper in wolf form, but you better hope he maintains it because those teeth can issue you a one-way ticket to the afterlife

Sometimes snaps or growls at his brothers, but is more likely to just leave the room if they're annoying him. If they're in his room then they're getting chased out with their tail between their legs (except Lucifer who wouldn't invade his space like that)

Asmodeus

Who's a pretty boy???? Who is???

Its him!!!!!!

Friendliest of all the brothers, if only because he loves the attention people give him

Will walk up to you and just wait for the compliments (not unusual, tbf)

Doesn't love the hunting side of being a wolf - mud???? Blood??? Sweat???? In MY fur??????? I don't think so

Only really partakes when necessary, or if he's decided to go for a roguishly disheveled look that day

Uses his wolf form as an excuse to get affection that would be less appropriate in his human form - belly rubs, giving you puppy-dog eyes to be let up onto the bed, getting you to give him a bath - stuff that Lucifer would be more likely to reprimand him for when he wasn't a wolf

Softest fur of all the brothers - sleek, silky and always throughly brushed out, even when shedding. Plus, loves being pet so long as you don't mess up his fur too much.

Beelzebub

GOOD BOY GRANDE

The biggest of boys, the goodest of boys

Loves being in wolf form because its even easier to get food from people

You think his puppy eyes are bad NOW??? WAIT UNTIL HES AN ACTUAL PUPPY

Very comfortable in his wolf form, spends the most time out of all the brothers like that

Has absolutely no shame begging food from people's tables, no matter where you are. Also has no shame stealing food from people's tables, but will whine and act ashamed if they yell at him

Dont yell at him. He's baby.

Incredibly fluffy red coat, that and the amount of muscle underneath makes him the biggest wolf in the pack by far

Big doggy grin that could melt any heart

So tall that when he wags his tail you have to make sure it doesn't sweep everything off the table

Also loves being pet and doesn't mind baby talk at all. You can treat him like an actual dog and he won't get mad - he'll play fetch with you if you really want, but as a warning, the stick might end up more than a little chewed

Will, however, also go digging through people's bins

Also kinda slobbery

Is pretty much never aggressive, but then again, who would be stupid enough to provoke something with that much muscle and teeth???

If you scritch the right spot behind his ear his leg kicks out. He's not ashamed. More scritches pls.

But his favourite spot for scritches are under his jaw and his chin

WHAT ARE YOU EATING??? HEY!!! NO!!!! WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH???? BEEL YOU CANT EAT CHOCOLATE WHEN YOURE A WOLF!!!!! DROP IT!!!! DROP IT!!!!

Belphagor

Smallest of the wolves

Enjoys sleeping in wolf form because the fur adds an extra level of cosiness

You will just find him curled up in a nest of pillows with his nose tucked under his tail. Or flopped across a sofa, until Lucifer yells at him to get off the furniture

Has that intense stink-eye that some huskies are capable of.

Sometimes forgets to shift, or can't be bothered and will just wander around attempting to do people things until he realises hes in the wrong body - you ever gone to brush your teeth and then realised you need hands for that???

Definitely walks around holding his cow pillow in his mouth, or sometimes a plushie

Or dragging a blanket

Honestly its very cute

Does enjoy being gently pet as his drifts of to sleep

Which is good because his fur is always mussed up from his last nap

But if he falls asleep on you???? You're not moving. Sorry not sorry. This is your life now.

Little wolf bleps when he sleeps ➖👅➖

Has definitely vomited in Lucifers shoes as a wolf at least once, simply out of spite

Thick fur, but not long. Sheds a lot, but his fur is so dark you don't see it as much.

Lets out little muffled woofs and yips when he sleeps, and twitches when he dreams of running

If you scratch the right spot when hes sleeping, his leg will kick out the same as Beels, but if you do it when hes awake he'll get embarrassed and either leave, or give you a warning nip

The most aggressive with other pack members - hes just kinda bratty. Huffs a lot and is quick to give out little nips when he isn't happy, though he isn't much of a growler and never goes farther than that

Won't play fetch like Beel, but if you're REALLY lucky, he'll bring you a plushie of your own when he joins you for a nap

(Also, im relatively new to the game, I know there was a vampire event, if there was a werewolf event im unaware of it atm, but this is just for fun anyway)

[glimmerglanger]

oh ho ho, spicy Sunday? Can I request codywan, a/b/o? could be set in an already existing fic verse of yours or brand new!

:DDD ALRIGHT NICE. So I went with a new au and that au is a beta!Obi-Wan au. I am finally filling that request! I lost the ask last time tumblr updated (along with a few more, alas) but beta!Obi-Wan anon, this is for you, as well. 

Established relationship (when is my spicy stuff not?). Set after the end of the Clone Wars, in an everyone lived AU. (What happened to Palpatine? Idk, something dire). Not safe for wizards. OH, this is ALSO a rut fic? I’ve had some questions about writing that, before, too, so! 

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Obi-Wan woke up feeling warm and heavy to the sensation of Cody’s mouth brushing over his shoulder. He blinked, disoriented for just a moment. Cody had been….off on a relief mission, with Ahsoka and Rex. He’d not been due back for at least another day cycle. Which made his presence in their bed curious, but not unpleasant.

Obi-Wan always slept better with Cody curled close. He’d grown used to waking up pressed all against Cody, usually with Cody either sprawled across him or tucked against his chest. 

Cody had a very high body temperature - far more than any nat-born Obi-Wan had ever met - and often felt cold as a result. When left to his own devices he tended to press as close as possible, looking for any warmth Obi-Wan had to spare.

He was not merely looking for warmth, currently. He sucked another kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, rocking just a little against him, his cock a hard, burning line against Obi-Wan’s back. Obi-Wan shifted, a bit. He’d always woken up quickly.

Growing up in war zones had insured that.

It was hardly the first time he’d awoken to find Cody hard against him. But Cody did not typically wake him up with his urgency or need. Most days, Obi-Wan woke before him. He’d been delighted to find that, free from the pressures of war, Cody preferred to stay up quite late and sleep in.

It was still dark outside, Obi-Wan noted. At least it was as dark as it ever got on Coruscant. Faint light came in through the curtains and the chrono on his desk said that he’d been asleep a few hours, at most. Which was...most unusual. He typically stirred a little when Cody finally joined him in bed and settled again quickly.

Cody did not, as a rule, wake up him, rubbing against him and curling an arm around his waist.

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, shifting across the sheets, feeling Cody tighten his hold with a little rasp of sound. “Cody? What’s--”

He cut off with a thick, ragged sound when Cody shifted his attentions, mouth trailing up his neck. He panted out, gathering his wits, waking up a bit more with each second, “You’re back early.”

“Yes,” Cody agreed, his voice a rasp, “I--they hurried back. For me.”

“For…?” Obi-Wan made to twist, and Cody rumbled a protest, pushing at his shoulder, rolling him across the bed and settling across him. Obi-Wan blinked, gut getting tighter as he assessed Cody’s current state in the Force.

He was all desire and want, fully saturated with it, with enough control that it did not bleed all over Obi-Wan, but only just. Obi-Wan groaned, absorbing the need he felt, the hunger, and finally waking up enough to rasp out, “Oh, oh, it’s--your rut?”

Cody nodded against the back of his neck, muscles tense as he shifted again, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan’s hip. And it was a surprise, still, a little kick of shocked pleasure, that Cody had come directly to him for assistance.

Some alphas didn’t turn to a beta lover, not during a rut. They’d….chose to handle things on their own, or end up at some dive bar, picking up an omega, tearing whatever relationship they’d had to pieces. Obi-Wan had seen it happen before.

Cody rasped, “Sorry about the timing,” and Obi-Wan shivered down his back, reaching a hand back, gripping Cody’s thigh and canting his hips just so. 

“I don’t mind,” he said, the last vestiges of sleep brushed away from his mind like cobwebs, and Cody made a relieved, thick sound, sucking a kiss to his skin, rocking a little closer, cock sliding over Obi-Wan’s sleep clothing even as his fingers tugged at the waistband. Obi-Wan caught his wrist, squeezing just a little, “Wait, I need to get--”

“I’ve got it,” Cody said, thick, “I’m not going to hurt you.” And Obi-Wan felt a brush of anxiety fall away, before it ever truly formed. Alphas could get single-minded, in a rut. It wasn’t so much of an issue, when they coupled with an omega; their bodies prepared themselves, for the most part. 

But Obi-Wan…

Cody kissed his shoulder again and then shifted up and away, a surprising display of control, with how deep into the rut he felt. Obi-Wan shifted, rolling onto his back and shoving at the waistband of his sleeping clothes. 

Cody hurried to help as Obi-Wan got a look at him, finally, the lights from outside glowing across his skin. Cody’d left all his clothes somewhere else, bare skin a lovely canvas. HIs muscles were tense under his skin, his breath coming in sharp little pants, already, and his cock was hard, curving up to his stomach.

Obi-Wan reached for him, stroking, and Cody made a rough sound, reaching down to grab his wrist. “Don’t,” Cody panted, turning his face to the side, chest heaving. “I can’t--don’t.”

Obi-Wan made a quiet sound, releasing his grip, murmuring, “Sorry, I didn’t--”

Cody curled down and kissed him, keeping the rest of his body up. Cody rasped, a moment later, against his mouth, “I can’t think, if you touch me.”

“You don’t need to think,” Obi-Wan pointed out, hands sliding up Cody’s arms, and Cody made a sharp sound, reaching for something. 

“I do,” he insisted, and slid down, dropping kisses as he went, across Obi-Wan’s collarbone, his chest, his stomach. And--

Common knowledge said alphas only wanted to get their knot in a hot, wet place in a rut, that no matter how generous they were as lovers the rest of the time, a rut led to a level of desperation that...shifted priorities.

Obi-Wan cried out in surprise when Cody licked across the head of his cock and then slid his mouth down. His spine bowed, and Cody made a hungry sound, no teasing softness to the touch, his hand curled around the base of Obi-Wan’s cock, stroking in time with the slide of his mouth, and--

The press of Cody’s fingers - slick with lube - into his body was not much of a surprise. He’d been projecting the desire since he got Obi-Wan’s pants off. Obi-Wan swore, breathlessly, anyway, gut tight and hot as Cody sank two fingers into him at once.

Cody seemed bound and determined to bring him off as quickly as possible, tongue moving against him, sucking hard, fingers moving just so, firm and sure and--

Obi-Wan saw no good reason to try to hold off the orgasm building in his blood and his bones. He rasped out a warning, heard Cody hum encouragement, and had both hands sunk in Cody’s hair when he came. 

Cody slipped another finger inside while he was swallowing, and Obi-Wan groaned, turning his head on the pillow, trying to breathe deep and steady. He shivered, all over, at the wet sound Cody made, taking his mouth off of Obi-Wan’s cock, hand still moving steady between Obi-Wan’s legs, spreading his fingers, twisting them just so, and--

And Obi-Wan could see his expression, eyes dark and intent, just watching what he was doing.

It made Obi-Wan sink his teeth into his bottom lip, feeling his cheeks flaming with heat. He rasped out, feeling taken apart, “Force, Cody, come here.”

Cody blinked up at him and then leaned forward, stretching over him, coming close enough for Obi-Wan to kiss him. One of Obi-Wan’s legs ended up hitched up, caught around Cody’s arm as he kept fucking his fingers in and out, rasping, “Is it--are you--?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan panted back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Cody cut in, and, oh, it made Obi-Wan ache, in the center of his chest. Cody said the same thing - or close to it - with each rut, the worry digging in even though he’d never managed to do such a thing.

Obi-Wan’s biology wasn’t perfect for handling a knot. But they’d made it work.

“You’re not going to,” Obi-Wan told him, and cupped his cheek, kissing him slow and deep, until Cody groaned against his mouth, hand going still, fingers sunk deep, just…. Focusing on kissing him to the exclusion of all else. When Obi-Wan shifted back, they were both breathing hard. He murmured, mouth quirking, “You know I can take you.”

Cody nodded, jerkily, and slipped his fingers free even as he rolled onto his back, dragging Obi-Wan along with him. And that was not a surprise, either. He liked Obi-Wan poised over him, especially at the beginning of a rut, liked it to be Obi-Wan’s choice to push down when his knot started to form, to have the opportunity, ever and always, to pull away.

Obi-Wan rasped, “I’ve got you,” and Cody nodded, hands on his hips, squeezing as Obi-Wan reached down, slicking Cody’s cock. Cody groaned, thick, when Obi-Wan sank down on him, fingers digging in, holding so tight.

Obi-Wan slid down in one movement, took him in and felt the stretch of him, delightful and sharp. Cody held him, for a long, long moment, muscles in his arms and shoulders standing against skin. When Obi-Wan rocked his hips, just a little, Cody tightened his grip, holding him still.

It drew a dizzy smile across Obi-Wan’s mouth as he looked down, taking in Cody’s dazed expression and his ragged breathing, as he panted, “Force, Obi-Wan, you feel so fucking good around me.” 

Pleasure spread out through the entirety of Obi-Wan’s chest, up through his ribs. He said, shifting just a little, “You know, it’ll feel even better if I move, darling.”

Cody groaned, grip loosening just a little, just enough for Obi-Wan to rise up and--

Oh, it punched a sound out of him when Cody dragged him down again, hips rising off the bed to meet him, like he couldn’t bear to be out of Obi-Wan’s body, even for an instant. “Fuck,” he panted, rising again, dragged back, falling into a rhythm that they built together, fast and hard and desperate, all at once.

He fell forward, catching himself with a hand on the headboard and one on Cody’s chest, Cody thrusting up into him, feet braced on the bed for leverage and--

And Obi-Wan cried out, dropping his head forward, when he felt Cody’s knot starting to swell, catching at the rim of him. “Obi-Wan,” Cody rasped, under him, staring up into his expression, neck tense and hands gripping, “I need to--”

“Do it,” Obi-Wan panted out a reassurance, gut getting tighter with anticipation, fucking himself down again and once more and then going still as he felt Cody’s knot fill, inside of him. The sensation drew a ragged, gutted sound from his throat. 

Obi-Wan breathed through the initial pressure, the feeling of being stretched too tight, taking too much, feeling--

Feeling so unbelievably full, as though there was no room for anything else inside his skin, including breath or thought. He cried out, ragged, when Cody shifted below him, feeling the movement in every inch of his body and--

“Alright?” Cody rasped, stroking at his sides, gentling, soft little touches. “Obi-Wan, are you--?”

Obi-Wan nodded, too breathless to speak for the moment. It was...so much, taking Cody during his ruts. He’d be sore for days, and knew it. Looked forward to it. He grinned, feeling punchy and pleasure drunk, shivering as he felt Cody’s cock twitch in him again, spilling a little more pleasure inside his skin, and managed to rasp, “I’m quite better than alright.”

[sazc94]

Bad Idea, a Bucky Fanfic

Requested by @lannycleave

A/N Sensitive themes including injury, smut and kidnapping/suggestions of abuse. 18+

Also I'm still new at this so any feedback is appreciated.

Prologue, Part 1

Words 2886

Part 2

Present day earlier that evening, NYC.

It had been six months since that mission in Boston, Bucky never came back into the bedroom that evening and had been avoiding you since. The intel you and Bucky had gathered had been a huge help in bringing down the trafficking ring of HYDRA. You had gotten back from a Mission with Tony, Steve, Wanda and Nat earlier that day which had been the big take down, to your disappointment but not a surprise Bucky hadn’t attended.

Stark had insisted on throwing a party to celebrate the take down of one of the most despicable HYDRA divisions he’d ever had the mis pleasure of dealing with. Nat had pulled you into her room before you’d had time to slip out after the debrief knowing you would ditch the party to avoid Bucky given half a chance.

So that was how you ended up wearing the slinky black strappy dress and black thigh high boots, sat at the bar on your fifth glass of wine, moping. The party was dying down and you had put on a brave face but seeing Bucky actively avoid you had hurt more than you were willing to admit.

“Y/N!” Said Steve joyfully, bending down to kiss your cheek, “mmm you smell delicious” he said before sitting down on the empty barstool next to you. You offered a small sad smile in return.

“Y/N? What’s wrong” he asked. He placed his hand on your knee in a comforting gesture. You knew you should not have mixed your wine with those two tequila shots, suddenly the damn burst and you were spilling the entire story to Steve about Boston, including the part about how you’d nearly blown your cover, how if he hadn’t called Bucky and Tony called you then your certain you would have fucked each other there and then.

By the time you had finished the story you had sobered up but Steve, seeing you so emotional had insisted on driving you home, the super soldier couldn’t get drunk on normal Alcohol and as Thor hadn’t been around with his Asgardian wine, he was sober. Handing you his keys and advising you he was just going to grab his jacket you said your goodbyes to Wanda and Nat. Little did you know Bucky saw you leaving with Steve wearing his jacket and arm round your waist.

Steve dropped you off insisting you keep his jacket and drop it off at the compound in a few days. You brushed your hair out, cleaned your teeth and make up off. You were exhausted the combination of: alcohol, a mission and your tears had worn you out. So, you shimmied out of Nat’s dress and climbed into bed in your underwear. As you snuggled down into your bed exhaustion pulled you under.

Against better judgement, knowing that Steve and Natasha would never let you live it down if you got your ass handed to you. You opened the door without hesitation, gun pointed.

You woke up with a start, you looked at the time on your alarm clock. 02:30.

The rain was crashing at your window. *Thump Thump*. You jumped at the sound of someone banging on your door, they were banging so loud it sounded like they were about to break the door down. At least you knew you hadn’t been imagining the sound in your sleep.

“Who the fuck is banging on my door at 2:30 in the goddamn morning” you mumbled to yourself, grabbing your gun from your bedside table and silk robe of the door you made your way quietly to your door.

“Bucky, what the actual fuck, you scared the shit out of me” you yelled. Bucky was stood at your door, pale and soaked through. This whole scene made no sense Bucky had been ignoring you for 6 months.

“Are you insane?” You asked.

“Look Y/N. I know I fucked up back in Boston, but you didn’t have to go home with my best friend!” Bucky shouted his face bitter and twisted with pain.

“Fuck You Bucky” You shouted you went to slam the door in his face but he wedged his foot between the door and frame.

“No, where is he?!?!” he demanded to know, ���Steve? I know you’re here I saw you leave with her” Bucky shouted pushing past you to your open bedroom door.

You didn’t follow, Bucky had been ignoring you since that night in Boston and suddenly he’s here accusing you of sleeping with his best friend, like he had a claim on you. Bucky returned after a few seconds; anger flared in his eyes when he spotted Steve's jacket on your sofa.

“Where is he? Y/N!?!” Bucky whispered looking betrayed.

“He’s not here you fucking idiot! He brought me home after I poured my soul out to him about how you have been avoiding me for 6 months, he lent me his jacket because I didn’t have one, now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave” you said snatching Steve's jacket from Bucky’s hands. You started to walk back to your bedroom, you didn’t want to spend another second more in Bucky’s presence, you may not have slept together back in Boston but you thought he would at least think of you with enough dignity to not sleep with his best friend.

Before you could make it to your bedroom Bucky grabbed your wrist and spun you round crashing his lips on to yours, the kiss took you by surprise you welcomed his kiss for a few seconds before you came to your senses. You shoved Bucky away from you and walked towards the door.

“Repeat that last bit again” he said his piercing blue eyes had clouded over. You felt your breath catch, not sure whether James sorry Bucky was pissed or turned on, you swallowed slowly,.

“I cant do this James, I am not something you toy with, you may I am not a doll that you will break if you touch me, but I will not have you ignore for me for six months, turn up here in a rage and kiss me just for you to ignore me again. Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James.” You said, your chest heaving.

You could not believe you had called Bucky James. Bucky walked over to you and pushed the door shut with one hand.

“Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James” you said. Bucky growled a low moan and pushed himself against you. You squeezed your legs together as you felt your cunt throb and betray you. Bucky grabbed you by the throat, not with enough force to cut of your air supply but with enough of a grip to send a buzz to your head.

“One more time doll” Bucky moaned.

“Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James” you whispered.

“Oh god, fuck yes, that feels amazing” you managed to squeak out, Bucky, smirked. Slowing his pace down he once again pulled almost out entirely before slamming back into you, repeating this a couple of times, he felt your walls tighten around him your back and neck arched, crying out for him to fill you up with every single delectable inch. Bucky kissed your neck and dug his right hand into your hip.

With that Bucky undid his trousers letting them fall to the floor with his boxers, whilst he stepped out of them, he ripped your panties from your body, he swiped one finger along your slip and then pushed his throbbing cock into you. You cried out at the surprise and intrusion; Bucky waited a few seconds before he ordered you to lift your legs. You complied and brought your leg up whilst Bucky cupped your ass urging you to bring your other up and wrap them round him, reassuring you that he had hold of you. Just as you had wrapped your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist he pulled back and slammed into you, Bucky undid your bra pulling it down and throwing it to the side. Bucky once again pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, grabbing your breasts in his right had whilst his cool Vibrainium arm cupped your ass.

He quickened his pace the feel of his cock stroking your insides over and over had you mewling. You grabbed your hands around his neck and kissed Bucky moaning his name into the kiss, you leant back as Bucky pounded into you over and over, lowering his mouth to your breasts he took one of them into his mouth swirling his tongue over your nipples.

“Fuck Y/N that feels so good do it again” he said bringing his Vibrainium hand down his thumb began circling your clit, you felt yourself tighten again, that coil inside you was close to snapping, remembering Boston and feeling how close you were you lifted your head and fixed your eyes on Bucky.

“Bucky I’m so close, please let me cum” you whined. Bucky sped up once more, harder and faster the cool Vibrainium rubbing your clit compared to the polar opposite feel of his warm cock rearranging your insides was too much and you were just about hanging on. Bucky felt you tighten around him again and he nearly lost it there and then, but this was about you and making up for the six months he had ignored you, god it had been torture for him.

“Cum for me doll” he said and with that the coil in you snapped, Bucky’s pace slowed as he coaxed you through the orgasm as you screamed his name over and over in ecstasy.

Bucky slowly pulled out before untangling your legs from around his waist. In one swift movement Bukcy chucked you over his shoulder and walked into the bedroom. Throwing you down on the bed you squealed. Before you could even get comfortable Bucky had flipped you over so you were on your back. He left a trail of blazing hot kisses down your neck, breasts and stomach before ducking his head down between your legs.

“Oh-god” you squeaked. You felt Bucky chuckle as he wound his tongue inside you making you squirm. That familiar coil was building in you and as if Bucky could tell his thumb brushed your clit, slowly but then it started building whilst Bucky drank every last drop you offered him up. Bucky suddenly pressed his thumb into your clit and began rubbing back and forth, it was too much and before you could ask for permission you were cuming again. Bucky didn’t seem to mind though as he continued fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh doll, look how gorgeous you look glistening like this for me” Bucky said, before pushing a finger inside of you. “Really doll I had no idea just how much of a slut you truly are” Bucky hummed against your sensitive bud. He slowly curled his finger up and started pumping stroking your G Spot watching you squirm as he hit it over and over, then he lowered his mouth to your cunt. He started by kissing you, then he moved to slowly swirling his tongue around your clit. Whilst one finger became two and then began to suck your clit, you felt your legs shake, this was even better than the first time he had touched you those six months ago.

Your fingers tangled in Bucky’s brown hair as you started to grind against his face. Bucky moaned, removing his fingers before replacing them with his tongue.

Bucky lifted your ass slightly allowing him to get that bit deeper this new position had you clenching around him again, every inch of you still on fire from the previous two orgasm’s you knew you wouldn’t last long especially as he kept stroking your G spot with every purposeful stroke.

Bucky slowly withdrew his face and stood up, his eyes looked at you with an animalistic hunger, removing his top he then gave his cock a few quick tugs before spreading your legs with his vibranium arm, the feel of the metal and anticipation of having Bucky’s cock inside you again made you shiver. Bucky slowly lowered himself onto the bed using his arm to prop him up so he didn’t crush you, he leant down and kissed you. You could taste yourself on Bucky and that only made you groan, without breaking the kiss you felt your way down to Bucky’s cock guiding him into you, he entered slowly until every single inch of you sheathed him.

Bucky started to rock back and forth slowly whilst you adjusted to him again, there was touch of passion mixed within his hunger this time, the urgency of wanting to be inside you slightly subdued after you had fucked his face. Once Bucky was confident you had adjusted to him his pace quickened again. He kissed you again wanting you to swallow him hole, fuck it felt so good to be fucking you, he had wanted nothing more than to claim you like this since Boston but like the arse he is, he had convinced himself he would break you if he touched you again. He hadn’t realised he had already broken part of your soul by ignoring you for six months.

“Bucky” his name caught in your throat as Bucky once again sped up and pounded into you.

“I’m close not sure I can hold out” you said between gasps for breath. Bucky moved his thumb down to your clit again, knowing this would throw you over the edge he began to swipe slow purposeful circles round it.

Bucky waited a few moments for your breathing to steady before he withdrew from you, he kissed your head before pushing of the bed. You felt a brief stir of panic when he didn’t immediately wrap you in his arms, before you could panic too much he returned with damp wash cloth and gently cleaned you up. You couldn’t help but breathe a small sigh of relief when you realised he wasn’t leaving you. After he returned the washcloth to your bathroom he chucked his shirt at you with a smile.

“That’s not a problem Y/N, I wanna feel your tight little pussy milk my cock dry, now cum for me Y/N” he said with that you slammed yourself up to him chasing the orgasm you knew was about to rip through you. Suddenly you just didn’t feel quite full enough and pulled Bucky into you with your legs, Bucky slammed into you hard and fast and with that the orgasm ripped through you.

Your cunt tightened around Bucky’s cock and he couldn’t hold back any more moaning your name he let himself release his hot cum inside you. Thrusting into you as he released his pace slowing as he emptied himself.

“Put that on Y/N I want to wake up to the sight of you wearing it in the morning” he said whilst he lowered himself on to your bed.

You felt a lump form in the back of your throat had you hoped he would stick around after? Yes. Did you expect him to stay the night? Hell no. Were you ecstatic about the fact he wanted to wake up next to you. Fuck yes.

You pulled his shirt on over your head and curled into Bucky’s side nuzzling into the crook between his neck and chest. He snaked his arm around you pulling you that bit closer, he then kissed your forehead before lightly kissing your lips.

“Look Y/N. I’m sorry about the last 6 months and how I acted after Boston I should have treated you with more respect than I have been, I know you’re not a breakable little doll and I do genuinely care about you. I just” Bucky sighed. You lifted your head to look at him with your eyes baring into him.

“I just, worry about hurting people I care about, what HYDRA did, it fucked me up pretty good and I sometimes feel like I don’t deserve to have people like you care about me” he finished. Seeing Bucky so vulnerable made your heart ache.

Knowing in this moment he didn’t need words he need actions, you pushed yourself up so you were sitting up, you straddled him, before gripping his face in between your hands. You stroked his face gently with compassion and adoration, you lowered your face and kissed him, passionately, slow and firm. Pouring your heart into the kiss. Bucky pulled you closer to this kiss encasing you with his arms.

He broke the kiss first and you rolled of him pulling him with you as you rolled onto your side. He snaked his arm over you pulling you close to him till you were flush with him. With his left arm he snaked his cool metal fingers into yours. You smiled to yourself and snuggled your back that bit closer to him wanting him to know you were his and he was yours.

Bucky kissed your neck and shoulder lightly which sent butterflies through your stomach. Eventually once your heart had finished pounding in your chest you drifted off to sleep.

[hotpinkrathian]

The Radio

(Kyalin) (Toph+Katara)

Cannon to "The Box" and "The Office"

15 years ago

Kya brushed out her hair, watching tentatively as Lin paced the room, her hand to her chin.

"Lin, talk to me," Kya said, her voice filled with concern. Lin just looked at her and Kya shrugged.

"I just need a minute."

"Okay, take your time." Lin looked Kya up and down, the waterbender pretended not to notice.

"Lin," Kya said calmly, but firmly, "we just made out, its not a big deal. Forget it even happened." Lin pursed her lips,

"And if I can't?"

"Then sit back down, we'll talk." Kya replied, patting the space next to her on her bed. Lin sat down and Kya scooted closer to her, making sure their shoulders were brushing.

"Whats on your mind, Lin?" She asked softly and the earthbender began to talk.

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"Katara I'll never understand this house of yours. Why are there so many stairs? And why did you have to make them twisty?" Toph complained as Katara guided her up the stairs.

"Well you don't live here, Toph." The earthbeder snorted to which Katara clicked her tongue.

"Lin better be up here for all this hassle."

"She is, her and Kya came up here an hour ago."

"Heh, Lin and sugar princess."

"Toph!" Katara scolded. Toph laughed and Katara couldn't help but smile a bit, greatful her friend couldn't see it.

"What? There's not two people in this world with two more contrasting personalities."

"Zuko and Azula." Katara answered. Toph looked at her sarcastically.

"You should think on that," Toph replied, pushing past Katara and moving down the hallway.

"Oh so now you can see?"

"Its a straight line."

"How could you know that?"

"Earthbending technique." Katara looked to the wooden floor, and back to Toph who jostled down the hallway. She shrugged and followed her shorter friend.

"Kya!" Katara shouted, sighing at the lack of response. The radio was on in her daughters room and she offered a knock."

"For spirits sake Katara, just open the door."

"I don't want to interrupt-" she was cut off by Toph pushing open the door, staring into the room with her blank eyes.

Katara looked inside, her jaw dropping as Lin pulled herself away from Kya, looking to floor, cheeks hot with embarrassment. She nudged Toph with a chuckle.

"Still think they have 'contrasting' personalities." Katara asked with a grin.

"Katara."

"Hmm?"

"I'm blind!"

"Oh, right. They were making out." Tooh raised an eyebrow and Katara held back a chuckle, for Lin's sake. She couldn't wait to tease Kya about it later.

"Lin, did you come here just to get some sugar from the princess herself?" Toph cackled. Lin sat with her arms crossed and face scrunched in anger.

"Shut up," she replied. Katara put a hand on Toph's shoulder, pulling it back.

"We'll leave you to it, then." She said as they backed out, closing the door behind them.

"That was unexpected," Toph said as they made their way down the hall.

"Completely, I mean I expect this from Kya, but Lin? Thought you would've raised her to be careful."

"Thought the same about Tenzin too." Toph remarked and Katara swatted her on the shoulder.

"I hope we didn't ruin it." Katara said later, quietly.

"They'll be fine." Toph replied, sitting on the lawn chair, putting her feet up.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Lin might need time. But Kya will take care of it." Toph flicked sand out of her nails and Katara cast a glance back at the temple, relishing over how Toph had called her daughter by her name.

"You're right, guess we'll see how this plays out." Katara said, leaning back in a chair of her own.

"If it doesn't work out, Lin will just move onto Bumi."

"Toph!" Toph chuckled, her hair infront of her eyes.

"I'm kidding. But seriously-"

"Not another word."

"Alright, alright." Katara sat back, taking a deep breath, issuing a silent prayer that it worked out for her daughter, and Lin. They both deserved happiness, and it looked like they may have found it in each other.

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Present Day (after "The Box", before "The Office")

"Lin!" Kya called, preparing to press the transmit button.

"I'm here, I'm here." The metal bender said, sitting next to her fiance and kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"I'm about to tell my mom."

"Already?" Lin asked. Kya looked at her wife to be, a smile on her face.

"I cant wait any longer." Kya said.

"Alright, go for it." Lin wrapped an arm around the waterbender, preparing herself.

"Mom?" Kya asked. There was a moment of static, but then the radio chimed in.

"Kya! It's Tonraq, Katara's just coming in now." Kya's leg was shaking and Lin smiled at her excitement.

"Kya?" Katara asked fromt eh other side of the radio, her voice as comforting as ever.

"Mom! I have something to tell you." Kya built up the suspense, looking to Lin for one last dose of confidence before taking a breath.

"Lin and I are getting married!" She said. The other side was quiet for a second and Kya tried not to let her hopes get down.

"Kya Cloud, I better have been the first one you told!" Her mother said. Kya laughed pressing the button immediately.

"Of course! And, its going to be Kya Beifong now, mom." Lin looked at her with a raised eyebrow, they hadn't discussed that. She didn't mind, not all, but she would have to make sure Kya was sure about it later.

"I'm happy for you, both of you." Katara's voice claimed, and Lin felt, for a moment, like she wanted to tell her mother next. Kya pulled Lin into a hug, kissing her and Lin held her there.

"I'm sending a picture of the necklace and everything. We'll get you down here for the wedding." Kya said.

"I look forward to it."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, honey. Lin dear,.are you there?"

"I'm here Katara."

"I love you Lin, take care of my daughter."

"Love you too, Katara. Ami promise nothing will happen to her." She could envision Katara's happy smirk from the other side as they hung up. Kya stood up, shifting her position so she was on Lin's lap, pulling her into a deep kiss.

"I love you," Kya whispered. Lin kissed her a few more times before replying.

"I love you too." A cough came from the edge of the room and Lin recoiled when she saw her mother standing there.

"Mom?" She asked, standing up.

"Who else would it be?" Toph replied with a grin.

"Hey sugar princess," Toph greeted Kya. Kya offered a small wave before remembering a wave was nothing to someone who couldn't see it.

"Its good to see you, Toph."

"Lin," Toph began, "were you going to tell me you're getting married or am I just supposed to find out for myself?" Lin chuckled, walking over to her mother and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I planned too, tomorrow." Toph snorted, her face shooting in the direction of Kya again.

"Well come here," she grunted and Kya made her way over to them. "Bend, I want to see what my daughter came up with." Lin rolled her eyes and Kya made eye contact with her fiance as she took the necklace and gave it to Toph. After a moment of Toph feeling the groves and getting the basic shap she nodded in approval.

"Lin this is your biggest accomplishment." She said. Lin scoffed and Kya chuckled.

"Thanks, mom."

"I love you, Lin." Toph said and Lin was caught off guard, looking to Kya once again, for answers. Kya smiled softly, nudging her head in the direction of Toph.

"I love you too, mom."

"Hmmm." Toph responded. "I'm overstating my welcome. Send the details to the swamp."

"Why? You seem to know before I even tell you."

"Fair enough, but I want to brag to you're sister I knew first."

"Fine, but not until next week, sje won't know till then."

"Always so dramatic. Deal. See you around Lin, Kya." Lin looked to Kya with a raised eyebrow. Toph Beifong using a first name was a sign that she respected you. The elder Beifong left and the two of them were left in their apartment alone.

"That went well," Kya said, sitting down on the sofa. "Can we expect your mom to just... show up when she wants?" Lin flopped down next to her, leaning on Kya's shoulder, letting the waterbender stroke her hair.

"Oh definitely. Something about the vines, she sees us or something whimsical like that." Kya chuckled, planting a kiss on her lovers head.

"Ready for the final announcement next week?" She asked. Lin didn't even stiffen, or bristle, or seem nervous in any way when she responded.

"Absolutely."

[curiosity-killed]

sunbeam flaring

hair...healing...thoughts...?? They’re Dumbasses, Ur Honor

(title stolen from Love Sonnet XI by Neruda bc I had litcherally no idea what to call it)

word count: 2354

He notices it on a perfectly ordinary afternoon two weeks before Callebero’s twenty-second birthday. Inasmuch as the captain of the imperial cavalry has such a thing, it’s Sirion’s day off; he sleeps in, waking only briefly when Callebero extricates himself and presses a kiss to his cheek and then dozing until the sun is two fingers above the horizon. His morning is slow and indulgent; breakfast with Regent Aquios, who insists he call her by her first name despite the way he shies from such familiarity, followed by a few hours catching up on the paperwork and correspondence that has piled up in his office lately. Now, he pauses in the middle of running forms with Mikolan as Callebero crosses the gardens. He’s dressed formally today, in those heavy layers he hates and which always draw Sirion’s eyes to his narrow waist and the broad strength of his shoulders. An older retainer walks at his side, mirroring his frown, but it’s not their conversation that catches Sirion’s attention.

Callebero’s hair has been pulled back from the front, the long tail tucked into a neat bun that’s secured by a gold band. A spider’s-silk thread of jewels drips in a loop below it. Beneath it, the rest of his hair forms a short curtain falling just below his ear. The end of a staff taps him on the top of his head. “Stop gawking. We already know you and the imperator have turned the palace to your love nest, but you don’t have to be so obvious,” Mikolan scolds. “That is not—” Sirion starts to sign before huffing out a breath and giving up. Once she recovered from the initial shock of Valyn’s treachery and Callebero’s return, Mikolan had thrown herself gleefully into teasing him about their relationship. So far, she is still too mindful of place to say anything to Callebero, but she has taken full credit for them meeting and has not missed a single opportunity to remind Sirion of his early impressions of Callebero. There’s no point fighting such a losing battle, so he turns back to their practice and stows that startled notice away for later contemplation. It’s not like he’s unaware of it. He’d noticed Callebero scratching the back of his head with the end of a reed pen when his hair was little more than rabbit-fur fuzz, and Sirion has combed his fingers through both the long tail of his crown and the shorter locks just growing out. It’s just—he hasn’t thought about it. That night, curled close around each other with their legs tangled, Sirion skates his fingers through Callebero’s hair and tries to order his own thoughts. There’s a sharp division between the thick, downy underlayer and the longer half, sleek and silken. A fiercely selfish part of Sirion is grateful he never saw Callebero’s hair hacked short. He thinks he might have killed whoever held the blade. “I know, it’s ridiculous,” Callebero mumbles from where his face is smashed partially into the pillow and partially into Sirion’s left arm. Canting his head, Sirion shakes his fingers gently out of his hair and taps Callebero’s shoulder twice in the negative. Callebero shifts so that half his face is unburied and squints blearily up at Sirion. He’s not sure what all happened today, but Jisel had been clearly nursing a headache throughout dinner and Callebero had collapsed face first onto their bed before removing his crown or hairpieces. He’d muttered something about doing away with all laws and ceding absolute power to Jisel, to which Sirion had reasonably pointed out that she would kill him herself if he did such a thing. Groaning, Callebero had smashed his face into the pillow and muttered a string of curses that made even Sirion’s brows lift. “It is nice,” Sirion signs now. “I liked how you had it today.” Callebero squints at him, brow wrinkling as if in complete bafflement. “You may be a once-in-a-generation commander,” he says finally, “but your taste in men remains questionable.” Rolling his eyes, Sirion flicks his shoulder. “Say it again, and I’ll bite you,” he warns. For a moment, Callebero stares at him in open confusion, his lips parted around words that don’t escape beyond a faint squeak. Then, he breaks into laughter and reaches up to drag Sirion down and kiss him. “So much for my protector,” he teases. Sirion arches his eyebrows. “Jisel would say the same,” he retorts. “I can assure you Jisel would never bite me,” Callebero rejoins with a laugh. Rolling them over so that he can drape himself across Callebero’s chest and free his left arm, Sirion shakes his head. Callebero allows the shift comfortably, curling his arm around Sirion’s side to trace slow strokes up and down his back. Despite his earlier exhaustion, he’s bright-eyed now and smiles up at Sirion. “Only because she would be better prepared,” Sirion replies. At that, Callebero only breathes out a soft laugh and tilts his head to one side in apparent concession. “Very well, Commander,” he teases. “I solemnly swear not to doubt your taste in romantic partners ever again.” He leans in when Sirion presses a kiss to his lips and hums in pleasure when Sirion nips his bottom lip. “I don’t know how anyone thinks you’re such a solemn and decorous leader,” Sirion gripes. Callebero yawns and wiggles his shoulders in a mix of a shrug and an effort to nestle down into the mattress. Easing off him, Sirion settles back at his side with his arm draped over Callebero’s waist. His sleeping robes are warm and creased from being pressed so close between them, and Sirion can feel his own body slipping closer to sleep. “Mm,” Callebero hums. “It helps that I mostly keep my mouth shut.” Sirion can’t help breathing out a laugh at that, shaking his head. Like many, his first impression of Callebero had been a silent one—and at the time, Sirion had read that as cool haughtiness much as many visitors did. Laying such an image over the Callebero he now knows seems laughable, but he knows he’s one of only a few who can claim such familiarity. Under his arm, Callebero’s belly tenses with a quiet laugh. He prods Sirion in the ribs. “It worked on you, after all,” he teases. Mikolan’s incessant teasing rises to Sirion’s mind, and he shakes his head. Callebero grins. “You thought I was a brat,” he says, unreasonably gleeful. “I”—Sirion starts and then stops short, because that is true—“changed my mind.” Callebero snorts, graceless, and wriggles out from Sirion just enough to smother the candle on the side table. With only the moonlight left spilling blue through the cracks in the shutters, the room is ink-dark and it takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust. “It took me kicking your ass to change your mind,” Callebero retorts. “It was a draw,” Sirion signs. “I laid you out, love.” There’s laughter in Callebero’s voice as he speaks, and Sirion finds amusement battling down the old wound to his pride. He can still picture the staff end hovering right before his nose, Callebero’s careless, bright grin on the other end. He hadn’t fallen in love in that moment, but it had been a shift—a sudden, bracing change like dunking into cold water on a summer day. “You had the element of surprise,” he still insists. “Mm,” Callebero hums doubtfully. “I could still take you.” Narrowing his eyes, Sirion squints at him in the darkness. It’s absurd. They’re both grown men with more accolades than most families have in three generations. They’ve each emerged from three wars and a coup with honors and scars to prove their valor. There is no reason to quibble over an old sparring match. “Could not,” he signs anyway. Callebero’s laughter is more of a hot brush of air against Sirion’s skin than a sound, and he squeezes him once. “I suppose we’re due for a rematch then,” he says, the words briefly warped around a yawn. “Ah maybe next week?” Sirion hums and drops his head to Callebero’s shoulder, hooking his ankle around his calf. “For your birthday,” he signs, and Callebero laughs. Jisel catches on quickly, of course. On the third day of Regent Batu’s visit, they duck away with a pot of tea in the far corner of the library where only Callebero ever thinks to look. If anyone asks, they aren’t hiding. It’s simply a convenient location to get some work done while the visiting gentry fill the palace with gossip and traveling parties and more gifts than any single person has ever needed. For the most part, Sirion looks on all the pomp and frivolity with amusement. All these rich nobles falling over themselves to litter Callebero with gilt and gems as if they could win his favor with enough gold. And, selfishly, part of Sirion likes that none of their piled gifts will never match what Callebero actually wants. A toothed satisfaction runs through him at the futility of their sycophancy. “If Jemma catches you gawking at his hair one more time, I think she might combust,” Jisel remarks. Rolling his eyes, Sirion glances up from the report he’s been reading to shoot her a glare. Over the last year and a half, it has become apparent that Jemma doesn’t quite know how to handle he and Callebero being partners and seems stuck vacillating between threatening Sirion should he ever hurt Callebero and lecturing Callebero on valuing Sirion enough. Hayalen has spent most of it laughing at both her wife and the two of them. “I do not gawk,” Sirion retorts now. Jisel raises her eyebrows, hiding her smile behind her teacup, and he can feel heat suffusing his cheeks. Huffing out a breath, he leans back in his chair. “It’s not”—he stops, pressing his lips into a seam in frustration before sighing—“I’m just not used to it.” Humming faintly, Jisel lowers her cup to cradle between her hands and runs a fingertip back and forth over the lip. “I did the same when Kieran came back from Jimar,” she admits. “It took a while, and I hardly noticed at first but then…” She pauses, looking away. A pang squeezes Sirion’s heart. He doesn’t know exactly how she and the younger Aquios’ relationship fell apart, and they’ve seemed to be on polite enough terms now—but it still feels shocking and somehow wrong that they should have ended at all. “It’s comforting,” she says finally, turning back to him with a little smile, “to know that he’s not planning to rush headlong into danger again.” Oh. Sirion blinks, startled by that analysis. He’s hardly thought of it in such serious terms; when he’s pondered his sudden fixation on Callebero’s hair it’s been more in curiosity and bafflement. Footsteps sound behind them, and Sirion twists around. Callebero’s eyebrows arch up as he nears, unimpressed, and Sirion grins back at him. “Traitors,” Callebero announces. “We only wanted to give our imperator princep space to celebrate with his courtiers,” Jisel replies, sweet as honey. Huffing out a breath, Callebero drops down into the chair beside Sirion. “Your imperator princep would rather shovel out all the horse stalls in the capital,” he retorts. He kicks lightly at Sirion’s ankle, glancing over to grin at Sirion as if Sirion weren’t already looking at him. Shaking his head, Sirion reaches over to pull him in for a brief kiss. He comes willingly, smiling against his lips, and across the table, Jisel snorts. “Shameless,” she singsongs. Callebero laughs, a warm breath of air against Sirion’s lips, and then he pulls back to grin at her. He’s still leaned close enough that Sirion could run a hand through his hair if it weren’t so neatly pinned up. “I remember someone telling me that Aeridians are all too repressed and that’s why we spend so much time polishing our swords,” he says. Pausing, Jisel narrows her eyes and searches his face like she can’t tell if he’s joking or not. After a moment, she scowls and leans back. “You can’t use the things I’ve said while drunk against me,” she says. “And I stand by it anyway.” Shaking his head, Callebero snorts out a laugh. The motion makes his earrings jingle, ringing together like little chimes. When they turn in for the evening, he’ll grumble about all the layers and seriously contemplate going to bed with each of the dangling piercings still in, and Sirion will nudge him into sitting still long enough to let him take them out and loosen his hair from its severe styling. He can nearly feel the memory of it, the body-warm metal and the cool brush of hair, already lingering in his fingertips. “Since neither of you drink properly, it’s only fair,” Jisel says with a careless shrug. “That is for the sake of the nation’s dignity,” Callebero rejoins. Sirion snorts. “Where would we be if everyone knew the fearsome Black Prince fell asleep after one cup?” he teases. That earns him a short glare and a flick in his shoulder, but he captures Callebero’s hand to tangle their fingers together, which earns him a smile and a net win. Sitting back in his chair, Callebero rolls his shoulders and finally starts to relax. “Jar,” Callebero corrects loftily, and Jisel snorts. “Half,” Jisel rejoins. Stifling a grin, Sirion settles in to let them bicker it out. He’s never seen Callebero drunk, only warm and loose with wine and contentment. His only part in the quibbling is to tease both of them wherever possible. A few strands of Callebero’s hair have slipped loose from the braids and bun, sliding down in a loose loop. Humming softly, Sirion reaches out to tuck them behind his ear. His hand lingers, brushing gently through his hair. Callebero turns slightly, just enough for Sirion to catch the smile on his lips. It softens, warms, and Sirion finds himself mirroring him, helpless. Across the table, Jisel snorts at both of them, and Sirion’s smile broadens into a grin.

[blueeyedheizer]

Alive Again (part 2) - Four/Billy x Reader

READ PART 1 HERE

WARNINGS: ...cant say too much

A/N: I'm sorry this is kinda rushed but it's been in my drafts since forever and I really wanted to finish it and finally give content to those of you who started following me for Ben <3 (also pls forgive me)

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''So, what's going on between Four and Eight?'' Three asked, nudging Two's arm with a smirk on his face.''Are they...you know...''

''For fucks sakes Three.'' Two whisper-yelled, her eyes widening. ''You dumb fuck! Stay behind me and for the love of God, shut up.'' she spat. ''Sorry guys. He's on laughing gas. He's dumber than usual.''

You couldn't help but blush at Three's comment. Things hadn't been the same between you and Four since you broke down in front of him. You two weren't fighting anymore, that was a good thing, but you'd also started avoiding him as much as you could. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of your reaction. You had joined the Underground because you were one of the best snipers in the country, what if Four thought you were too weak or too sensitive to be working on such missions?

You sometimes shared eye contact and occasional small talk but there was nothing more, and that was honestly fine with you. You had broken the rules by sharing your names and other informations about your past life which was already way too much.

One had made you promise to always use your code name and always stay anonymous no matter what happened, and you broke that promise because of one small tantrum. You couldn't risk getting yourself, or Four, kicked out of the team so you just decided to distance yourself from him. If that ever happened, you'd be completely alone as you were already dead for your family and friends. The Underground was everything you had left, and as much as One hated that word, you weren't going to lose your second family.

''Guys, this is Eight's last mission. Let's not make it a disaster, shall we ?'' Seven answered and you nodded to yourself, bringing your attention back to your target.

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//FLASHBACK//

''I can't do this anymore, One.''

''What do you mean you can't do this anymore ? Come on Eight. You're our best sniper, there's no way I'm letting you give up.''

''But you've got Seven, he's- he's so much better than I am.''

''That, is absolutely not true.'' One answered before turning to Seven. ''No offense though.'' Seven scoffed before turning to you, raising his beer. ''Thank you, Eight. You're a real one.''

''But seriously, guys. I can be so much more useful with computers. I've done this my whole life.''

''That's a no, Eight. We've lost our driver already, we're not losing our best sniper.''

''Jesus, I'm not asking for you to kill me! You're not- losing me or whatever. I just want to be helpful in another way! You were doing well without me, and Seven saved all of your asses more than once.''

''Eight we've talked about-''

''Give her a chance, man.'' Four interrupted, catching everyone's attention. ''We've got nothing to lose. Seven is good, and we could actually need some hacking skills for our next missions.''

''Since when are you two standing for each other ?'' One asked with a stern look and a finger pointing simultaneously between you and Four. You rolled your eyes but choose to ignore his comment before speaking up again.

''Look...just think about it, okay ?'' you took one last sip to your beer and stood up. ''I won't disappoint.''

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Turns out your last mission as a sniper was in fact, a disaster. You had been shot, and Two almost got killed. One was a nervous wreck and yelled most of the time, still not really accepting the fact that this was your last real mission with them. ''See Eight?! This is why I don't want you to quit your damn job!'' He'd shout everytime something went wrong.

You hissed as Five helped you lay down on your bed while applying pressure on your wound, trying to stop the blood from spilling out.

“Alright, I can see the bullet...'' Five muttered to herself and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to scream in pain. ''I have to pull it out right now Eight.''

''Jesus- fuck.''

''I know, I know. I need you to stay awake, okay? Stay with me Eight. '' Five answered, slapping your cheeks slightly to keep you awake. Before you could react, Four burst inside your trailer and stopped in his tracks when he saw your weak body laying on your bed.

''I-is she okay ?'' he blurted out, trying not to sound too concerned but failing miserably.

''She should be fine but she's in shock. I need you to keep her awake, Four. Talk to her.'' She spoke and Four nodded. He came closer to your bed and kneeled next to you before grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

''Hey, look at me Y/N'' Four whispered and your heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name.You slowly tilted your head towards him and bit your bottom lip in anticipation, a single tear sliding down your cheek. You could tell Five was looking at you, probably surprised about Four knowing your name.

''It hurts.'' you blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

''I know love. But you're gonna be fine. Okay ? You're alright.'' His hand moved to your cheek, stroking it softly and wiping your tears with his thumb. You winced and groaned out in pain as you felt the wound being opened.

''Stay still.'' Five exclaimed before taking out her medical tools and working on the wound. ''It's gonna be okay, Eight. I have a pretty clear view on the bullet, it's not as deep as I thought. I should be able to remove it quickly.'' Five tried to reassure you and you nodded, fighting hard to keep your lids open. Your hand was clenching Four's so tightly that you were scared of hurting him. You shot Five a concerned look when you noticed how shaky her hands were, but you were too exhausted to say anything. When Five finally managed to pull the bullet out after a good two minutes which felt like an eternity, she showed you the bullet with a winning smile and you grimaced at the sight of it, still managing to chuckle slightly at her reaction.

''Alright young lady. Let's get you all patched up.'' Five grabbed some more alcool to clean the wound and did everything that had to be done so that it wouldn't get infected before wrapping your waist with a bandage to keep everything in place.

''I'll be back to change your bandage every two hours. For now, get some rest and don't you dare sit up. If you need anything...Just yell.'' she shrugged and you smiled.

''Thanks Five.'' She nodded, wiping her hands in a handkerchief. She headed towards the door and winked at you before leaving you alone with Four, carefully closing the door behind her.

A comfortable silence settled over your trailer. Four was the first to break the silence.

''Why are you so distant with me ? I thought we sorted everything out'' his voice was soft and soothing and his hand was now stroking your hair.  

''We broke the rules, Four. This could get us in so much trouble. I didn't want to risk anything.'' you admitted, staring up at the ceiling.

''Fuck the rules, Y/N. There shouldn't even be any.'' Four spoke as his hands kept caressing your scalp. You tilted your head to look at him and gave him a small smile, feeling your lids getting heavier with every passing second.

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//TIME SKIP – 4 WEEKS//

''So...how's this new job treating you?'' Four walked up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he planted a kiss on your temple. You were working on your computer, hacking some codes for the team's next mission.

''Better than the last one. It's actually quite nice not being shot every two weeks.'' You chuckled and took your eyes off the screen, focusing your attention on Four. You stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, inhaling his scent. Eventually you finally pulled away from the hug and Billy's hand came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture.

''I miss you. I have no one to argue with and pretend to hate.'' he smiled and stroked your cheeks while your hands rested lightly on his hip

''Pretend to hate ?'' you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head to the side as a small smile adored your features. ''You didn't actually hate me ?''

''Did you ?''

''I hated you for hating me.''

''Well I never hated you.'' You both chuckled and you stood on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on Billy's lips. ''I'm sorry... I've been such a bitch to you, and everyone else.''

''Especially me.'' Four retorted and you laughed.

''Shut up !'' Four shook his head and pulled you into a warm embrace. When he pulled away, he kissed a scar on your forehead before you laid your head back on his shoulder.

''I do miss everyone's company. Except One's. He's an ass.'' Four chuckled.

''You know he actually cares about you, right ?''

''Doubt it.''

''I swear ! He was shit scared the night you got shot.''

''Really?''

''I swear.'' Four answered and you laughed, pulling away from the hug, your hands resting on his hips.''How's your wound, by the way?'' he asked, motioning to your waist.

''It's looking good.'' you shrugged.

''Does Five still makes sure it's healing properly?'' he asked and you chuckled, tilting your head to the side as a wide grin spread across your lips.

''Yes Billy, she does. I'm fine, I promise.'' you answered as you cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips. A small giggle escaped your lips as he pulled you closer and pressed his lips back against yours in a soft enduring kiss. You jumped a little when his cold fingers brushed over your skin and you sighed softly when he detached his lips from yours and started leaving soft kisses along your neck. Your hands slowly slipped to the back of his neck, stroking it gently as your eyes fluttered shut. After a moment, Billy eventually pulled away and placed a final kiss on your lips.

''I gotta go. They're probably waiting for me.'' he said, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. ''I love you, Y/N.''

''I love you too. Be careful, okay?''

With that, Billy left your trailer to go on yet another mission with the team. But little did you know that was the last time you'd ever see him walk through that door. 

[backtobackbakubabe]

Baby its Cold Outside (PART 2)

Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo has feelings

*Angst *Fluff *Smutish *All the feelings

Words: 1894

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Ever since that fateful day a month ago that you forgot your jacket, you and Bakugo had been all over each other. You basically lived at his place. Waking up every morning to a fresh cup of coffee just the way you like it and if you were lucky, maybe even some shower sex before you went off to work.

He loved having you over all the time, and if he didn't think it was too soon he'd probably ask you to move in. Hell you had known each other for over five years now. Just because you only now started dating doesn't mean he hadn’t thought about this for a while. He loved making you dinner and taking care of you. He found it adorable how you could never reach anything in his kitchen. You begged him to move some stuff down to a lower shelf but he refused. Saying it was more fun to watch you climb on the counters. In reality he just liked that you always needed him to reach things.

You were always popping back and forth between your apartment and his. He had learned that if he listened really hard he could hear the telling sound of whooshing air that signaled your coming and going. It was subtle but he grew accustomed to it and could now pick it out anywhere. Subconsciously smiling every time he heard it. He still acted surprised whenever you tired to sneak up on him. You were always so cute when you thought you had actually scared him.

You were nervous work would be weird now that you two were together. But it was the opposite. Your chemistry was through the roof, and you were kicking ass. I mean there was the one incident were you chased down a thief and totally kicked his ass before Bakugo could get there. First he was yelling about how you were reckless and should have waited for back-up and then the next thing you knew you were being pushed into a side closet and being fucked senseless.

Today had been a long day. Bakugo had the day off and spent the whole day with Kirishima doing whatever it is those two do. You had to be paired up with some random hero you had never heard of for patrol today and he bored you to death. You wanted your spicy nugget back.

You could hear Bakugo banging around upstairs so you knew he was home. Excitedly you teleported into his apartment which was something that had become quite the habit the last few weeks. You quietly snuck over to him as he cooked in the kitchen. You didn't know what it was, but it smelled really fucking good.

You slipped your hands around his waist as you hugged him from behind, “mmm smells good baby.”

“Keep making noises like that and I just might have to bend you over the kitchen table and take you right here.”

You playfully swatted at his stomach, “Such a caveman”

He continued to stir whatever it was he was cooking, “But I’m your caveman.”

You slowly pushed past the waistband of his pants and palmed him through his boxers, “And I’m all yours...”

And that's how Bakugo, for the first time ever....burnt dinner.

*****

You were walking around the apartment wearing one of his t-shirts looking for take out menus. You two had worked up quite the appetite. You returned to his bed, phone in one hand and a ramen menu in the other.

Bakugo put his hand on your thigh and rubbed soothing circles, “Hey I think we need to talk.”

You froze as panic started to seize you. No good conversation ever started that way.

He gently took the things from your hands and pulled you into his lap. Brushing his thumbs over your cheeks, “I think we need to tell our boss we’re dating. It's kind of unprofessional for us to be partnered on patrol if we’re romantically involved.”

You let our a huge sigh of relief, “I thought you were about to break up with me. I was seriously about to start crying.”

He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, “Oh no! Dont be fucking dramatic. Of course not you idiot. You think I’d wait five years to make a move just to toss you to the curb. No you’re unfortunately stuck with me.”

You gave him a soft smile and leaned forward snuggling into his neck, “Is that why you want a new patrol partner? Because you’re stuck with me.”

You were just teasing him and he knew that but he still rolled his eyes. “No I love working with you. Honestly, I know I complained at first, but I love getting to see you in action. If anything it turns me on.”

You thumped him on the forehead, “We’re having a serious conversation here reel it in horn dog.”

He frowned, “I went to get some drinks with Kirishima and we got to talking about how scary it is to have significant others also in the hero business. Y/n if something were to happen to you I don't know what I’d do.” His grip on you tightened. “If it were to come down between saving you or catching a villain or hell even saving you or saving a civilian... I would choose you every time. Hero’s aren’t supposed to selfish, but how can I not be when my first priority is always going to be standing right next to me.”

He started to run his hands through his hair out of frustration, “And honestly I don't think changing partners would even help at all. Because I don't know if I could trust anyone on this earth to watch your back while your out there the way I do. I would be worried sick every day. And I know I can’t ask you to quit, that’s not even an option... I’m just freaking out!”

You cradled his head against your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair. You felt a single tear run down your cheek. You knew he cared, but you didn't know he cared this much. That was practically a declaration of love, especially coming from Bakugo. You two had known each other since UA, and you have never seen him show so much emotion that wasn’t rage.

“Oh honey nothing’s going to happen to me. When push comes to shove I can always teleport away. It may only be 50 yards right now but that's farther than I could at the begging of UA! Remember you used to make fun of me because I could only go about 20 feet. You pushed me every day to be better and look where I am now. That’s because of you! Who knows, maybe soon I’ll be able to go miles!”

He got very serious as he took your head in his hands, “Promise me y/n. Promise me that if it’s ever you or me you will always pick yourself. I need to know that if we ever get in a sticky situation you’ll teleport away.”

You could see the desperation in his eyes. He really needed to hear you say it. But you couldn't. It would be a lie. There’s no way you could ever leave him behind. Even before you two were together you still would have fought till the end with him.

“Katsu... you have to understand how impossible that is to ask of me. Could you do it? Leave me behind and run off to safety?” His eyes watered up but no tears spilled out. “I know you couldn't. We’re heroes... it’s in our job description to put others before oursleves.”

His hands left your face and settled in his lap holding on to yours. His eyes couldn't meet yours. You had never seen him so vulnerable. “Please y/n. For my sanity. Just promise me.” His eyes snapped up to yours and they looked so sad but so serious. “I tried so hard to not have feelings for you. For years I teased you and pushed you away because I had convinced myself being a hero would be easier if I did it alone. No matter what I did though I could never get rid of those nagging feelings. You don’t even know how many times I’ve lost my shit over you.”

He took a deep breath, “Once at UA, Mineta somehow had acquired a picture of you while you were changing and I beat the little shit to a pulp.” Oh Shit he really was opening the flood gates now. “All those times I pushed you harder in training was because I knew I wasn’t going to be there with you out in the real world and I wanted to know you could take care of yourself.”

He ran a hand over his reddening face“Shit just last month when we were on patrol! When that villain had you pinned I saw red. I fucking blew his face off. All those times I bitched about you holding me back when really I was just a nervous wreck on high alert all the time!”

He was really on a rant now. His face was flushed as he just continued to get himself worked up. It would have been cute if it wasn’t such a serious topic.

“Babe, I cant even begin to tell you how much I appreciate how much you care about my well being. I really and truly do. But like you said you pushed me so hard in training to make sure I was ready. And thanks to you I am...” You gave his shoulder a playful punch, “Besides you’re Ground Zero! Soon to be the number one hero. There isn’t a villain alive who compares to your power.”

You were just stroking his ego now but he did seem to calm down a bit. “I may not be able to promise I’ll always pick my myself over you. But I can promise that starting now I’ll try and be more careful with the risks I take. I promise I won’t intentionally put myself in danger, how does that sound?”

He groaned and started playing with your hair, “You fucking stuburn women! You never do what I ask and I mean never! If you were anyone else I’d pound some sense into you!”

You wagged your eyebrows, “I mean I’m always down for you to ah... pound... some sense into me.”

“Nope! NO! I will NOT be tempted by pelvic sorcery! You will not distract me...” You could feel his hands sliding up and down your thighs, “Like the biggest brat in the world once said, ‘reel it in horn dog.’”

You moved your hips to grind against him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just casually sitting in my incredibly hot boyfriends lap minding my own business...”

“Damnit women!... okay FINE! BUT THIS CONVERSATION ISNT OVER!”

He grabbed your ass with a hard squeeze as he pushed you harder into his growing erection. “Shit what are you doing to me. All you have to do it bat those fucking eyes and I lose my fucking train of thought.” You yelped as he flipped you over and pined you to the mattress. “Now for once just be a good girl and let me take care of you...”

[baekhvuns]

Bad Boy | Baekhyun X

( series masterlist )

part ten.

word count : 3.0k

pairing (s) : Baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

After last night my thoughts were everywhere, did I make the right decision by coming here? Was this going to fix anything? Will I be able to move forward after his wedding?

I realized that it was a mistake to come here for his wedding, when I could be back home working to distract my mind off and eventually find the one who I can call mine and live together with.

Although I shouldn’t have came here, I need to distract myself and enjoy this vacation as this might be the only time I’d ever visit Greece.

I walked downstairs while glancing at the white roses that decorated every inch of the house, the wedding planners running around the house in a hurry.

I walked to the kitchen where I saw Sehun and waved towards him, “Hey morning stupid!” He rolled his eyes and gave me a side hug, “Where’d everyone go?” I asked, he motioned to the door leading outside from the kitchen.

“Outside, everyone’s setting up for a little breakfast outside! Come!” Sehun dragged my forearm and took my outside to where everyone was, obviously we both became the centre of attention once we entered in.

“Hey! Joohyun morning!” Eunhye waved and so did Yuna and everyone else outside. I made my way towards Eunhye and started to help her with little trinkets.

“You’re up early! Did the pigs fly?” Junmyeon teased me, as I made a face towards him which made him burst in laughter.

“Aahhh! I remember Joohyun could never seem to wake up early for my and Eunhye’s wedding! Like EVER” Jongdae exaggerated as I hit shoulder playfully.

“Ah really your wedding was the last best wedding I had been too!” Chanyeol spoke up as everyone nodded, “Well I guess this might be even better than Jongdae’s!” Suddenly Baekhyun entered in, I gazed in his eyes before looking away immediately.

“We’ll see about that Mr. Byun!” Chanyeol rubbed Baekhyun’s neck and smacked his head lightly.

We all sat together and ate the breakfast happily. Everyone would talk and occasionally I’d talk too, “Y’all remember how Baekhyun and Joohyun hated each other so much but then the—“ I stuffed a piece in Chanyeol’s mouth so he’d refrain from saying anything further

He pouted and ate his food, but this wasn’t going to happen! Yuna spoke up and catches upon what Chanyeol was about to say, “They what? Ahhh you guys should tell me too! I mean I’m about to marry the man of my dreams so I deserve to know his past life!”

Everyone stayed silent on the table while I looked up from my plate and started at Baekhyun, turns out he was mirroring me. I smiled bitterly and looked at Yuna, “It was really nothing, but if it’s bothering you ask Baekhyun because he was the one who inniated it.” I spoke and hoped for this breakfast to end here.

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It was now evening time, the sun was down and it became a little darker. Yuna and Baekhyun has assembled was in the lobby for their ‘pre-wedding ceremonies’, I rolled my eyes as the past repeating itself, this was just like Eunhye’s wedding but he was the main person now and the girl next to him wasn’t me.

“Okay everyone listen here! Me and Baekhyun wanted to make our wedding more fun so we decided to do a small segment of fun games to keep you guys energized!”

“What are we kindergarteners?” Sehun whispered next to me causing me to chuckle which brought him to silently chuckle too.

The first ‘game’ was where we all had to hide, Yuna was IT, basically a hide n seek game but whoever wins will win something.

“There’s two rounds, ones when I’m IT and the next is when Baekhyun’s IT!” Yuna exhaled excitedly as everyone started to wander away to hide.

I made sure no one would see me and I ran towards my room and shut the door, “Maybe the prize is something good! Can’t afford to not win!” I made my way towards the closet and hid behind the door.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, I heard the door knob start to move. My heart raced, as I slowly shit the door of the closet to make it believable that I wasn’t present in the room.

I hid behind the racks of clothes as I heard the closet door open, I straightened my back as I felt footsteps come closer. The person ravaging through the clothing racks as my breathing went on a uncomfortable heart rate, the noise getting closer and closer and closer.

The clothes infront of me spread apart as I was about to scream but got shut up by a mouth hand cloaking my mouth. “Sshhh she’ll find us!” I opened my eyes to see Baekhyun looking into my eyes.

He moved to sit next to me and hid himself in the clothes, just like me. My heart rate at an uneven level, “Congrats.” I whispered to break the awkward silence.

“Huh?”

“Congrats on your wedding.” I looked down, I felt his gaze towards me. I looked towards him, his eyes softening.

“I’m— I’m glad you came.” He whispered back, I scoffed.

“I had too, my friend is getting married, I can’t miss it! Especially here, in Greece. My favourite place.” I said and looked away from him, facing the clothes and looking at the textures.

“Friend..” he laughed slightly, I mimicked his actions, friends we were after all I can’t love him anymore. Especially since now he’s getting married.

“Joohyun, I’m so sor—“

“THE FIRST ROUND IS OVER!” Yuna’s loud voice made us flinch.

I made the first move to get out of the closet and leave, while not saying anything and walking out to the lobby.

“Okay so since I caught everyone except BaekhYun and Joohyun! The next round will determine the winner, for Baekhyun’s case, he has to find everyone in the house to win. For Joohyun, she has to hide from Baekhyun throughout all the game.” She explained, what an irony I’ve been hiding from Baekhyun and his face for years.

“GO!”

I ran for the rooms, again. But this time not mine but Baekhyun’s because he’d never know I’d be in his room, he wouldn’t think I’d have no guts to enter his room. But boy am I going to define him wrong.

Going in, I found two closets which I presumed were his and hers, not knowing which ones who’s, I entered in and locked the door.

***

“HAH SEHUN I FOUND YOU!”

“OooOOo CHANYEOL!”

“JONGIN!”

***

I slowly opened the closet door and entered it.

I hid there in silence and hoped no one would find me, Okay maybe I did hope someone would find me so I wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

A couple minutes later the closet door opened and someone entered.

Baekhyun.

They came inside the closet and my heart thumped in my ears.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer, his hands going through the racks. Just like what had happened before he found me in e previous round, his hands were beside my arms and he suddenly pulled me towards him.

Baekhyun held his one hand on my mouth and the other around my waist, he came close enough that out noses were almost touching. In this darkness, he was illuminating.

Byun Baekhyun whispered in my ear, “Gotcha.”

The heat from his body pressed up against mine ignited a fire between us. His eyes gleamed in the darkness of the closet his warmth enveloped me.

The hand on my mouth softened and his fingers spread out along my face.

His thumb traced my lips, sparks spreading wherever he touched. My heart racing as his thumb caressed my lip

Baekhyun’s thumb pressed up against my lips and I opened them as he stuck it inside. His thumb flesh up against my tongue as I licked a long strip along it.

Baekhyun’s mouth twitched into a smirk as his hazy eyes, now hooded, followed my mouth.

And in this haze I licked again and sharply bit down on his thumb.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened as big as saucers as he released an amused chuckle.

Removing his thumb, his hand trailed done to my waist and his face inched towards mine, the smell of his minty breath so close.

I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips brush against mine. A scorching hot sensation is left after they’re gone.

I open my eyes and I his narrowed towards me as he leans down again. His nose pressed up against mine as his lips brush up against mine again.

When he pulls back again, I’ve had enough.

A random spike of courage occurs in me as I grabbed his collar and pulled him near me. The warmth of his breaths so close and the surprise in his eyes is enough for me to continue.

“Gotcha.” I whisper before closing the gap between us.

Baekhyun wastes no time in pulling me closer and matching my pace. He lifted me up and my legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he pressed me smack against the wall of the closet.

Our lips move in sync as our hot bodies pull up against each other. As one of his hands now under my butt and the other tightened on my waist.

Our tongues and teeth clash and the room is now a lot more warmer. So warm that I think it’s closing in on us. Until the only thing left is me and him.

Baekhyun pulls back to catch his breath, his lips bruised and chapped as his head rests against mine.

Our breathes mingle as warmth floods my cheeks. I shyly look him in the eyes, I don’t even know how because I could barely meet them.

He looks at my warm and pink cheeks and smirks.

His large hands cup my cheeks, stroking them ever so softly, “Where were you? Why did you go? I missed you so so much.”

His words hurt so much, so much more than they should’ve. The knife already plunged deep in my heart twists and twists until I’m forced to escape his warm hold.

“We— I’m so sorry, I cant—we can’t do this! You’re getting married and it was my mistake I’m so sorry! I’m—“ Baekhyun engulfed me in his arms, his grip on my waist now tightened.

His head resting in my neck as he delivers soft kisses all around my neck and jaw, almost making me let out a moan, “I don’t care, I’ve missed you so much. You had no idea, I missed you so much. I’m sorry.” He whispered in my ears before pecking the spot underneath my ear, I gasped as he hit the spot right under my ear.

I put a hand in his chest, gesturing him to stop. And so he obeyed and whispered,

“I missed you so much, so much..”

[bluecanyonmoon]

title | honey you’re familiar (like my mirror years ago)

author | EastFromEden

summary | get closer to me. Ten years of push and pull. Or Five times Michael and Alex played games with each other and one time they finally stopped.

tags | 5+1 things, lost decade

i’m elbow deep into writing part 3 of this and thought i’d give y’all a little preview because i need some validation and a kick in the ass. here’s the first thing from the 5+1. it’s unbetaed and english is not my first language so please excuse any oddness. lemme know what you think. 

i. babe, there's something lonesome about you

Even at night the heat was sweltering and encompassing, it burned deep and bright all around him. His truck kept it locked tight within steel and aluminium, Michael could feel it soaking in from beneath him. Upon reflection, it probably wasn’t his best idea to sleep in his truck in the middle of a heat wave. He welcomed the uncomfortable, he’d always been used to it and it’d been the only constant in his life: feeling ill at ease, not quite right, other—unbelonging. Still, he could put up with the heat as long as he got this: the open wilderness of the desert, the infinite starry skies and time to lose himself in it.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice called out from a few feet away. He’d recognize it anywhere. And if he wouldn’t, the jet black hair, nose piercing and black nail polish he could see from here would certainly clue him in.

Michael cocked his head in his direction, lips curled in a smirk. “Am I really that predictable?” he chuckled.

“Only about your favorite hideout spots,” Alex said, smiling softly, coming up to the bed of the truck.

Michael moved over to meet him, knees dangling off the edge, hooking his fingers through his belt loops and pulling him closer until he stood between his open legs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he whispered, letting his breath fan over Alex’s throat. He couldn’t keep his eyes (or his hands) away from him, everything about Alex inevitably drew him in until he drowned himself in everything that makes him him: the gentle curve of his jaw, his deep brooding eyes, the slant of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, his intoxicating smell of apple and herbs.

“I’ve left my jacket in your truck,” Alex explained. “From the last time we—” he stammered and Michael could see the tips of his ears turn bright red. “The last time we hung out,” he finally decided on with a sheepish smile.

“I know you did,” Michael breathed. “Did you do it on purpose so you’ll have an excuse to see me again?”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Do I need one?”

“Never,” Michael replied, wrapping his legs around Alex’s waist and pulling his face down for a kiss. Alex returned the kiss eagerly, his lips oh so soft and pliable under his. Their lips meeting was ground zero of blissful oblivion and he basked in the electricity he felt shooting up and down his body, making his mouth tingle pleasantly. “Come on up,” he said, pulling away after a few seconds, exercising a modicum of self control before he pinned Alex down and whatever this visit turned into another quickie.

Alex hauled himself into the bed of the truck finding his favorite spot, leaning his back against the stack of sleeping bags, pillows and blankets Michael kept there. “You weren’t at the Crashdown today,” Alex remarked once he’s situated.

“I wanted to be alone,” Michael shrugged. Truth was he couldn’t bear to see Liz there, feel her grief and her pain and then watch it make their way into the pit of his stomach, with a side of puke-inducing guilt thrown in for good measure.

“Can I stay for a little bit then?” he asked. “Be alone with you?”

Michael knew how terrible Alex’s home life was right now especially since his abusive dick of a father caught them together. He’d had trouble getting Alex to open up about this but he was pretty sure Jesse Manes had been making his son pay for his ‘misbehavior’ every day since it happened, tightening his hold over Alex and his future even further.

“Sure,” he agreed easily, sliding closer to where Alex was sitting until their lower halves were pressed against each other. His inner chaos always stopped when their bodies were touching, when he could feel Alex against him, his hands roaming his body, his mouth tasting and licking the sweet saltiness of his skin. He could no longer play music, he could no longer silence the noise—he only had Alex now.

“Can I ask you a question?” Alex asked after a beat, laying his head on Michael’s shoulder.

Michael put his hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down and squeezing softly. “And here I thought this was a booty call,” he snickered, nuzzling his chin on Alex’s forehead.

“A little conversation before sex never hurt anyone,” Alex smiled, raising his head and pressing his lips against Michael’s in another sloppy wet kiss.

“Shoot,” Michael said, lying their bodies down further into the pile of blankets.

Alex steeled himself up. “You like girls, right?”

Michael’s head turned so fast he was scared he might have given himself whiplash. This was the last thing he expected. “You mean in general or as in like like?”

Alex’s eyes darkened as he threw a glare at him and Michael couldn’t help but lick his lips in response. “You know exactly in which way I meant that.”

Michael sighed and looked away. “Yeah. I like girls.” He never even had this conversation with himself, he wasn’t looking forward to having it with Alex of all people.

“And you like boys?” Alex continued.

Michael turned his head back to look into Alex’s eyes, molten gold. “I like you.”

Alex’s blush spread to his cheeks and he looked away. “Only me?” he asked softly. “Or do you find other boys attractive too?”

Michael’s sigh got deeper and his hands got a lot more fidgety on Alex’s jeans. “What’s with the twenty questions?”

Alex laid a hand on top of Michael’s and inched it up to his forearm in a gentle stroke. “I just want to know more about you. I’m curious. I’ve seen you with a lot of girls over the years.”

Michael sighed again. “Not that many,” he muttered.

Alex glided his hand up further until he reached Michael’s chin and tilted it toward his, pulling his face close to his until he could feel his breath on his lips. “Come on baby,” he murmured. “Tell me.” Clearly, he wasn’t above a little seduction to get what he wanted.

Michael wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to distract Alex from his inquisition and he cupped Alex’s face and crashed their mouths together, lips smashing, teeth clicking. “Baby?” he breathed, tongue darting out to lick Alex’s top lip as he briefly pulled away.

Alex groaned. “I’m trying it out to feel if I like how it rolls on my tongue,” he replied before going back to shoving his tongue in Michael’s mouth and burying his hands in his gorgeous curls.

“I can give you something else to roll your tongue on if you keep doing that,” Michael whispered in between heady kisses, letting his hand roam up to Alex’s crotch.

“This isn’t fair,” Alex panted, hips bucking into Michael’s hand for more friction.

“Life ain’t fair Manes,” Michael groaned into Alex’s mouth, hand still stroking him over the denim.

Alex shook his head. “Come on,” he pleaded.

Michael sighed and pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Alex’s neck, inhaling his earthy smell. “Okay,” he relented. “What was the question again?”

“Do you find other boys attractive?” Alex asked again.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Michael said with a shrug and a smirk.

“So you like both?”

“Yeah, I like both. Girls and boys. I don’t really care either way to be honest.”

“So you’re bisexual?”

“Yeah I guess that makes me bisexual if you want to put a label on it. I told you, I never really thought about it too much. I like what I like. It’s not that complicated.”

“Do you have a preference?”

“Not really. I don’t see gender. I see people. If I vibe with someone whether they have a dick or a pussy doesn’t really factor in.”

“You’ve never been with a guy before, right? How did you know?”

“I don’t know. How did you know? I saw you around, I saw you playing that out of tune guitar, I liked you, you were nice to me, I wanted to be all over you so I kissed you. That’s it.”

“The guitar was not out of tune, you just wanted an excuse so I would talk to you,” Alex teased.

“Did I need one?” Michael echoed.

“No, but I did at the time,” Alex conceded. “I really like you, Guerin.”

“I really like you too Alex.”

Alex’s eyes wandered down to Michael’s splint laying carefully between them. “I’m sorry about your hand.”

“For someone who loves music as much as you do, you should really change your tune,” Michael said, a tiny smile on the corner of his lips. He knew Alex’s multiple apologies came from a good, kind place, but he wasn’t ready to have that conversation. Or to be further reminded of this day. Ever. “It wasn’t you.”

“Some days it feels like it was,” Alex muttered.

Michael brought a hand to his chin and tilted it toward his. “Stop that,” he said firmly. He didn’t want the images of his assault to replay endlessly in his mind’s eye. “No angst tonight,” he warned before crashing his lips against Alex’s, burying his tongue in his mouth and pressing his body against his.

Alex responded in kind, one hand snaking around Michael’s hip and one hand burrowing into his hair. The kisses grew heavier and headier, tongues slipping sloppily against each other, lips and chins red and swollen. Michael felt both of their cocks getting harder as they sought more friction, hips canting up and swivelling into a disorganized rhythm. And then Alex slid one hand between them and rubbed him over his jeans.

“Oh is this finally happening?” Michael breathed, arching into the press of Alex’s hand and brushing wet kisses down his throat—just the way he knew he liked.

“What d’you mean?” Alex asked.

“Sex,” Michael drawled, his own hand moving to palm Alex’s erection.

Alex jumped back, eyes wide and mouth semi-open. “Wait,” he said. “You mean now?”

Michael was taken aback by the sudden acceleration of his pulse he could feel beating like crazy against his tongue. “Well… yeah,” he replied, keeping his head down into Alex’s neck. “It’s not like we’ve been touching each other’s dicks for the past ten minutes,” he laughed.

“It’s just that we’ve never done this before,” Alex reminded him.

Michael finally managed to pull his face away from licking Alex, raising his head to catch his eyes. Confusion echoed in them. “Wait what?”

Alex’s eyes dropped to Michael’s lips. “You know, sex.”

Michael shook his head. “I don’t understand. We’ve been having sex for the past month.”

“No we haven’t.”

“Exactly what do you think we’ve been doing?”

“Foreplay. Hands and mouth stuff.”

Michael had to fake a cough to hide a burst of laughter. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Blowjobs and handjobs are sex.”

“Sex is penetration and we haven’t… you know.”

“Wait, is that what you thought I was suggesting earlier? Anal?”

Alex’s blush turned scarlet. “Well, yeah.”

“Baby,” Michael whispered, burying his head back in Alex’s neck and licking a stripe of skin there. “I promise you that the day it happens it won’t be the way I bring it up.”

“Okay Mister I’ve slept with a hundred girls.”

“Come on now. I’ve slept with two girls. And you. I don’t have any clue how to go about anal.”

“Good,” Alex laughed. “Cause me either.”

“I just don’t want you to think that we’ve just been fooling around or some shit. Sex doesn’t have be penetrative to be sex. I love your mouth and your hands. It’s enough if we decide it is.”

“It’s enough. For now.”

“Now that that’s settled, can we go back to the entertaining part of the program?” Michael grinned, bringing his hand back to Alex’s crotch.

“Hey, do you want to go to the drive-in?” Alex asked out of the blue.

Michael groaned. “Are you purposefully trying to cockblock me?”

“When I’m cockblocking you, I’m cockblocking myself too, so no,” he chuckled.

“Aren’t we good right there?” Michael insisted, running his hand over Alex’s erection again and kissing his neck.

“Come on the drive-in will be fun. We never do this.”

“We never do this because you never want people to see us together, Alex,” Michael reminded him starkly. Michael could feel the onset of a migraine coming in and he knew his powers would be even more uncontrollable than usual if he didn’t chug down some acetone soon.

“We could park in the back,” Alex cajoled him. “And fool around in the dark.” He pressed his lips against his, cupping his face softly, running a thumb over his cheekbone.

Michael turned his head away. “In the back, in the dark. Like a dirty little secret.”

Alex looked at him sternly. “Okay what’s the real issue here? You’ve never had a problem about hiding this from everyone you know before.”

Michael groaned, reluctant to talk about it.

“Guerin, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” he retreated.

Alex sighed deeply and Michael could see the realization hit him like a ton of brick. “Did you get banned from the drive-in?”

Michael stayed silent, jaw and fist clenched, and pulled away from Alex’s embrace.

“Guerin, answer me,” Alex demanded a little more forcefully. “Did you get drunk and got into another one of your stupid fights and get banned from the fucking drive-in?”

“Sarge, yes, sarge!” he said, saluting him mockingly.

Alex’s face twisted into a scowl. “This isn’t funny.”

“I never said it was.”

“Why are you acting like this? Like everything’s a joke?”

“Life is a joke. But maybe you can’t really see that from your little middle class comfort.”

“That’s not fair,” Alex said, his voice shaking. “You know perfectly well my home life sucks. You know how my dad is.”

“I do know. I even have a little souvenir to remember him by,” Michael said, gesturing to his broken hand.

Alex ground his teeth. “This is serious Guerin. At some point you’re gonna get into the kind of trouble you won’t be able to charm your way out.”

“If I wanted a sanctimonious lecture, I would hang out with Max.”

“If you insist on behaving like a dick, I’m leaving,” Alex said, sliding to the edge of the truck and getting off.

“Right,” Michael said, voice tight. “Leave. That’s all you want to do anyway.” He felt his eyes well but he’d be damned if he let Alex see it.

Alex’s voice sounded smaller and farther now. “You used to want to leave at one point too, Guerin.”

Michael hated himself for being such an asshole but it was almost like he couldn’t help it. All these emotions, all this chaos, it overwhelmed him. It needed an outlet. It needed someone to be mad at when being mad at himself got too much. “I did, but now I’m stuck here, and you’re just waiting for me to fuck up so you won’t feel guilty about wanting to leave.”

“You’re not stuck here. You’re just scared,” Alex flung at him without turning back, walking back to his car as Michael watched him walk away, helpless.

*

The day Alex left, Michael sat in prison.

The days after Alex was deployed Michael didn’t sleep for a week.

He tried to walk into his psyche like Isobel did. He always kind of made fun of her for her abilities; he didn’t think it would be hard to master. Add that to the growing list of things he was wrong about. He couldn’t do it. He closed his eyes and concentrated until his eyes were bloodshot; he tried to conjure Alex as if magic was real. As if hope wasn’t the most dangerous thing out there. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it. In his mind’s eye, the desert was the backdrop but Alex was all he saw. His hands, his face, his mouth, his shoulders, his hips. All of him and yet none of him. How fitting. He was everywhere in his mind but couldn't invade his. And he couldn’t stop thinking and spiralling. The noise never stopped. What if he got hurts; what if he died in combat; what if something—anything—happened; what if someone found out he was gay and beat him up; what if he found a boyfriend there; what if, what if, what if, what if...

What if he forgot about him.

[thiswasinevitableid]

You what would be hella? An angsty-ish fic with the ice prompt. Your work is so lovely and well-written, I cant wait to read what ever you next produce!

Thank you so much for that, I’m glad people are excited to read my stuff! Since you didn’t specify a pairing, I went with Sternclay. Angst ahoy (but with a happy ending), along with me playing fast and loose with arctic geography.

He’s one of the lucky ones. 

Joseph Stern, scientist aboard the HMS Erebus, is a fastidious man. He is also, unfortunately, prone to bouts of seasickness meaning his meals have been scant, even before the ships became locked in. 

But it also means he was not eating food tinned in cans laden with lead. And his experimental water system, with which he occupied himself on long days, meant he drank more filtered sea water and ice than he did from the stores tainted with the same blasted material. 

So when he and the remainder of the skeleton crew left the Erebus and her sister the Terror, his mind was much clearer than most. 

And that is why, when the bulk of them turned a direction that likely held only more ice, more death, carrying a writing desk while leading freshwater behind, he refused to follow, insisting their best hope of civilization laid the opposite way. 

They left him and his supplies, unwilling to listen to his case. And so he has walked, then trudged, then barely moved, across the ice.

When he hits water, cursed sea water, he contemplates stepping into it. But drowning would be worse than freezing, or so he’s heard. 

A head surfaces in a hole through the ice. A mans head. 

Stern blinks, confused. Then he laughs.

“Maybe I should take to the sea after all. You look well fed.”

The man frowns, “You look nearly dead.”

“I am.” He sits down, knees hugged to his chest for warmth. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” The man emerges from the ice, and in place of legs he has a spotted and strong tail, like that of the seals Stern used to watch from his cabin window. 

“Unless you control the weather, I don’t think you need to be.” In any other time, the sight of a legendary creature would send him into a frenzy of delight and curiosity. Now he simply stares. 

“Why are you here?”

“The Northwest Passage.”

“That’s, um, that’s a trade thing, right? Your kind wants to move the things you sell more easily across the waters.”

“You’re well read for a merman.”

“My home isn’t that isolated.” He shrugs.

Stern stares at the water, peeking through cracks in the ice, “So many dead. So many more will die, I’ve no doubt, and all for a quicker route for spices and gold.” He can’t even weep, his body won’t let him use the energy, but he shudders in distress. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay. “ The merman slides to him, cups his cheeks, strokes his beard, and his hands are warm, warm and real, and Stern presses against them, “I mean, it sounds fucking awful, but that, um, that doesn’t sound as comforting.”

“I don’t mind the comfort.” Stern rests his hands on the man’s chest, then his mind gets a moment of true clarity, “wait, your home. You said your home is not that isolated. Is it near?”

“Um, I can reach it in a few hours but” he points to his tail, “that’s the way I can. On foot it’ll take longer. And unless the humans I know have been really wrong about some stuff, I think if you try to swim with me you’ll die, like, right away.”

“I’ve walked lord knows how far. I can manage a little more, if you point the way.”

The merman looks torn, then takes Sterns hands, “I can do one better. I’ll be your guide. If you’re closed off from the water’s edge, look under the ice.”

He slides back the way he came, surfaces a few moments later to Sterns right. So Stern follows him, sometimes no more than shape to his right, other times a ghostly shadow swimming beneath and in front of him. When night falls and Stern manages a paltry fire and shelter with his supplies, Barclay, as the mer calls himself, promises to return at sunrise, and does so without fail for the next two days. 

As he trudges across the icy ground, the best moments are when his path allows Barclay to swim right beside him, head above water so they can converse. It’s worth the effort, the inhaling of cold air, to converse with another being. Better yet, Barclay is bright and friendly, curious about Stern’s research in a way none of his crewmates were. Barclay tells him stories of merfolk and sea monsters, even makes him laugh,  in return for Stern telling him about life in England and his research into undiscovered species. 

“They offered me the chance to study far off lands, discover creatures thought only to be legend. Silly thing to die for.”

“Doesn’t sound like you were the one who got the ships stuck. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to learn about the world.”

Stern’s rations have run out, and when he stumbles, Barclay doubles back, concerned. 

“I, I need, food, I’ll-”

“Wait right here.” Barclay disappears. Stern counts snowflakes, heartbeats, anything to distract from the pain in his belly. 

A fish hits the ice in front of him. Then it flops and wiggles across the slick surface, back into the water.

“Damn it.” He giggles, near hysterical. 

The fish lands again, head now gone. 

“Sorry, forgot humans aren’t great with live prey.” Barclay says sheepishly. 

Stern eats five more fish Barclay brings him, manages to get to his feet and continue on. 

Night falls, colder than the last few, and Barclay disappears with his usual promise to return.

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“He’s not going to last the night, Barclay.”

Barclay turns, finds his friend Indrid in his human form at the door of his house on Amnesty Island. The seer gives him a sad smile. 

“No. No he can’t. I won’t let him.”

“Barclay-”

“Indrid” Barclay grabs his shoulders, “do you remember when you found Duck? How frightened he was, how he was certain you were death coming for him?”

“Yes.” Indrid says, pain flashing on his face. He’d found the human, left behind by his research expedition. Duck had volunteered to stay behind and freeze, in hopes of his team having enough rations to make the nearest town if they were a man short. Indrid found him, brought him back to Amnesty, cared for him. Fell in love with him and Duck, after a few weeks, returned the sentiment with gusto. 

“I can’t let that happen to Joseph. I can’t, Indrid, please, the last week, I, he’s unlike any guy I’ve ever met. I can’t let him suffer that way.”

Indrid’s face goes blank. Then he gives Barclay an unusually severe stare, “You have very little time, and you must follow my instructions to the letter.”

---------------------------------------------------

He’s going to die. It’s too cold, his body too weak. He is going to die alone, his family will never know what befell him, and he will never even get the chance to thank Barclay for his kindness, for making his last days bearable, at moments almost enjoyable. 

Lord have mercy on his soul. Let it be painless. 

All for nothing, for trade and money, is this end in the ice. 

Have mercy. 

He can’t see. His heart seems to slow. In the distance, something crunches on the snow. 

Mercy. 

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“So this is the fella you took my boat and my dogsled for?”

“Yes, Mama, I’m sorry.”

The woman’s voice has a laugh in it, “You always did have a big heart. Guess it was only a matter of time before you brought some hard-luck human in.”

“He’s not just any human.” A warm hand brushes Stern’s hair, “I’ve never felt this way about a human before. A few other mers maybe, when I was younger.”

“Uh, Mama? Indrid says we got a ship comin in soon and we might wanna buy more’n normal.”

Why in the lord’s blessed name is hearing a southern accent?

He tries to ask this question, gets a groan out instead.

“He’s awake!” Barclays’ voice gets closer, and when he manages to open his eyes he finds familiar, deep brown ones looking at him.

“How...where?”

“Amnesty Island. My home.” He supports Stern’s head, helping him drink blessedly clean water.

“That’s...that’s not on any map I’ve seen.”

“And for damn good reason.” A woman with graying hair stands behind Barclay, “only those who need to know can find us, on account of the northern mers wanting some islands that were safe for them. Barclay decided you needed to know.”

“Thank you, Barclay. And thank you Mrs, um?”

“Cobb. But just call me Mama. Now, rest of you get, we need to haul supplies off that boat and Barclay needs some time with his fella.”

When the door of the small cabin closes, Stern reaches out, stroking Barclay’s coppery beard, “Why did you save me?”

“Because you’re a good guy. And, well, I care about you a lot. I like you even more. I couldn’t just leave you to die.”

This time, Stern weeps, with relief and exhaustion and the ghosts of his fear. Shivers even as tears dot his pillow. 

“Shhh, shhhhh it’s okay, I mean it this time. You still cold?”

Stern nods and Barclay tosses another blanket on top of him in bed. When the next wave of tears clear, the larger man is down to long underwear.

“May I?” He points to bed, and Stern weakly lifts the covers. Barclay climbs beneath them, wraps Stern in his arms, body flooding him with warmth and safety. 

“Been wanting to do this since that first day, but mer bodies aren’t great for keeping humans dry and warm. Kinda damp.”

“All-” Stern yawns, “all the same, I would like the chance to explore yours in more detail some day.”

“You got it.” Barclay hesitates, then kisses Stern’s temple, “but right now, time for you to rest. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Raw, decapitated fish aside, I’m a damn good cook. Any requests?”

“Eggs. Good lord I’ve missed eggs.”

“Think I can rustle something up. Heh, that tickles.” He chuckles when  Stern rubs his cheek against the exposed patch of dark-haired chest. 

“It won’t for long. I’ll be clean shaven as soon as I can hold a razor without shaking. You think I’m handsome now, just wait til you see me well fed and groomed.”

“Looking forward to it.” A kiss on the cheek, then snowflake-light on his lips, “ goodnight Joseph. You’re safe here, I’ll see to it. And I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Just like old times.” Stern says, only half-joking.

Another, tender kiss, “Yep, just like old times.”

[thequeenb]

Our Story (part 5)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Amy was surrounded by darkness, the silence around her was deadly. She could hear cries, screams but she couldn't move, she couldn't see.

"We finally meet" a voice could be heard and when she opened her eyes she could see a figure walking towards her

With every strength she had left she was able to get out three words and only "Where am i?"

The figure laughed, it wasnt a pleasant sound it was the most scary thing she ever heard. She compared it to Kamilah's sweet laugh, on the way her lips curved into an amusing smile, the way her head fell back as the genuine melodic sound escaped her mouth

"I have been waiting for this moment for centuries"

She opened her eyes, everything was pinch black but she felt a strong power surrounding her, eating her whole.

"Wha..but how..this is.." she couldn't wrap her mind around it

"This my child..is where it will all start"

"Who are you?" Amy asked, her words echoed through the void as the figure was now stepping Infront of her

But it didn't respond, it's eyes turned red, two pointy fangs were the only bright light that she could see.

"Oh Amy..its all my fault"

"Kamilah.." Amy breathed out. She closed her eyes shut trying to focus on her sweet voice but the darkness was pulling her away slowly

___

She was keeping her distance from Amy's bed. If she approached it would feel more real, more painful. The doctors left her alone in the room to say her goodbye but how can you say goodbye to the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?

Her father gave her privacy even she protest against it. She made her way next to her slowly, every step more hurtful than the last.

"Oh Amy..its all my fault" she finally spoke, her voice was heavy filled with emotions

She wanted to stroke her hair, to hold her hand but she was afraid to feel her lifeless body, the woman who brought life everywhere she went is laying dead Infront of her very own eyes

"I am sorry..i am so sorry" her eyes were now wet, her heart was breaking and she could feel it, she felt like someone stabbed her million times over and over again

She felt responsible for all this, if they never met Amy would now be alive, breathing, enjoying life. She felt selfish for introducing her into her complicated life, for failing to protect her.

Her lips dared to touch her cold skin. It was so gentle, like she was scared that she would break her. She kissed her forehead whispering a prayer while she was pulling away.

Her tears now fell freely, even when she tried to wipe them away the kept falling uncomfortably. That's when a soft knock brought her back to reality

The doctor came in with the nurses, an apologetic look was drawn on his face "Its time" he said calmly but Kamilah was the opposite of calm

"No..no please" she whispered as the nurses pushed Amy's bed carefully trying to take her away

"No AMY NO" she screamed without realising it as the doctor held her still

She could easily break him apart but she couldn't, every nerve on her body was tensed, she tried to brush him off and get to Amy but he held her trying to explain that they do what they have to do

"Let me go!! You cant..you cant take her..no"

Even if she was the most powerful vampire she now felt weak, her legs were giving up as she watched Amy disappear into the hallway

The doctor placed her on a chair bringing her water but she just wrapped her arms around herself trying to convince herself that Amy didn't die. She held tight on the neckless she gave her on Solstice, the only piece she has left of her.

___

Gloria was walking down the street trying to reach the hospital when she noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench outside. Her heart was racing, her husband called her heartbroken, but she prepared herself years now for this day

Hesitantly she approached Kamilah who was looking at the night sky lost in her own world, a word where there was still hope

She was so taken aback that she didn't noticed Gloria sitting next to her until she spoke

"I am sorry" she said wiping her own tears

Kamilah looked at her, all her pain turned into anger "What do you want?" Her voice was cold, detached from all her emotions

Gloria blinked at her, she didn't knew what to say, how to make her understand

"She was my daughter, i love her even if you believe otherwise"

"I really dont want to talk to you" Kamilah stood up but a hand on her shoulder stopped her, when she looked into the woman's eyes she could see regret, pain

"I know what you are"

"Yes, a hazard to society, i know your beliefs" she rolled her eyes, trying not to show vulnerability to the woman who hurt Amy for so many years

They sat in silence, each on her own thoughts. A silent sob came from Gloria while she reached her pocket handing Kamilah a photo of young Amy

"She was..she was eight years old here" she said sadly pointing at her bright smile "i wanted to protect her but i couldn't"

Kamilah's attention was caught at the true emotions she was showing. She held the photo trying not to let herself lose control, because if she did there was no turning back

"Why are you doing this now?" She asked trying to understand her intentions

Gloria sat back at the bench skeptical trying to find the correct words

"I know what you ar--"

"Yes we talked about this already"

"No dear..i know you are.." she paused thinking of the right words "a creature..the one i knew one day would come into my daughter's life"

Kamilah was speechless, maybe this way a trap, a way to get answers out of her. There is no way she could have known except if Amy told her, which she didn't

"I don't understand what are you implying"

"You might think i am the monster in this story, but i knew that a danger would approach soon"

For the first time Kamilah tried to understand Gloria. It felt like they had something in common, they both tried to protect Amy and they failed

"Your husband told me about the paparazzi you know" her anger was building up remembering the accident

"I..i simply wanted to know about your lives, i didn't think--"

"You didn't think that telling them where we are was dangerous??" Kamilah's tone now changed

"I..i wanted to protect Amy and she wouldn't talk to us so--"

But Kamilah now started walking away, tears escaping her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the woman who was responsible for their accident, responsible for Amy's loss

"You can't run away from destiny" Gloria said looking at the photo in her hand

Kamilah stopped her tracks midway, the fury inside her ripping her apart. Beyond her control she grabbed Gloria by her collar her eyes turning crimson red

"She would be here if you didn't tell them anything!!"

She breathed hard trying to control her heartbeat, her grip wasn't tight anymore when she realised what she had done

Gloria didn't flinch instead she was calm, ready to deal with Kamilah's fury

"I..i am--"

"A vamprire, like her" she whispered. Her hands were trembling as her thoughts went back to all the visions she saw

"She told me that a..a prophecy will be fulfilled once..once she has Amy" her voice was now distant, afraid

Kamilah blinked "how..how do you.."

"I don't understand it..i thought if i kept her close nothing would happen..but her..she kept appearing in my dreams.. warning me"

Kamilah's stoic expression faded hearing Gloria explaining her visions, how each time she held Amy a threat would appear and then she understood.

"The first.." she breathed out, her voice trembling.

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[capricornus-rex]

Playing Pretend (7)

Requested by: @calkesttiss​ | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will

Hey guys! I hope you’re enjoying the fic as it goes along :) I think I got too carried away in making the story outline because this was such an interesting reference (Isi & Ossi), so I guess I had fun writing it that’s why I ended up making so many parts. I hope you don’t mind that! Again, I hope you enjoy the story and it would be great if you support me in my future content (fics), it means a great deal to me 💓

Cal Kestis x Reader

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7 of ?

When you got home, you were greeted by your parents with faces blanker than a canvas. They were now fully aware that you are definitely spending time with this boy. Your mother is usually the one who had the most to say, whereas your father had nothing much to say—in fact, your parents were perfect opposites of one another.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care that I come home late, that I’m gone for hours because I’m spending most of it with my boyfriend, and that I actually exist?”

“What’s it going to take for you to stop this behavior?”

“Postpone the engagement with Logan that you made without my consent and 40,000 credits,”

“What in the world are you going to do with forty-thousand, [y/n]?!”

“What? A girl’s gotta shop,” you say condescendingly. “Plus, when did five digits ever worry you, Mom? You’re one of the filthy rich, remember? Forty-thousand is barely a dent on your joint account!”

“[y/n], please can we sort this out?” your poor father sighed.

As much as you want to give in for your father, if you give in now then you have broken your deal with Cal by default—you couldn’t allow it, your parents even seem to have overlooked your demand of postponing the engagement.

When your parents were sure that you were out of earshot, Sorhan reassured his wife that he will send out of the bodyguards to keep an eye on her—even though he was against the whole idea. Little did they know that you were hiding behind the walls near the living room, though it didn’t surprise you that they will be sending out spies for you—you knew exactly how to evade them. Even if they did see you, there’s nothing much they can do.

You repeated the exact same words of your non-negotiables to your parents, your words were almost immediately eaten by the air as soon as you released them. You shake your head in utter disappointment and retreated to your bedroom. By rote, you check your holotable for transmissions and messages that you received while you were out—majority of them came from Tazha begging you to call her back once you’re back, which you did.

“Ugh, finally!”

“Really? That’s how you’re gonna start the call, Taz?”

“You’ve been gone all day!”

“Yeah, I was with Cal the whole time,”

“You mean your fake boyfriend?”

You paused from removing your jacket just so you could shoot back a look at Tazha. You picked up something from the way she put that out, though you shouldn’t have a reason to get that word under your skin. You forget that it was the reality of this whole ordeal.

“Got something to tell me, Tazha?”

“Well, duh, tell me how your date go?”

“It wasn’t a date, we just met up and talked,”

Tazha rolled her eyes and sighed, “Gee, how romantic.”

While folding your jacket, a smile had curled up in your lips when the memory of you and Cal back at the abandoned park suddenly flashed in your mind. Not even the slightest smile escape Tazha’s eagle eyes—even through a holotable transmission.

“Hup! I saw that, [y/n],” she perked up, pointing her finger at you. “Come on, you’ve got something to tell!”

“Does it really interest you or nah?”

Tazha debated that she definitely wants to hear about your day and so you narrated everything to her from the very beginning until the end when you two were in the park all day. It wasn’t the moments you retold that interested her, it was more of the way you told it—even your face was telling a lot more of the story than your lips.

“He listens to The HU too!”

“So what are you guys gonna do tomorrow or next?”

You shrug your shoulders but you didn’t worry about it too much.

Wow, this is so unlike her. Tazha thought to herself when she saw you squeal like a toddler, she’s never seen you this excited for anything. Being your best friend since forever, she knows that you were the planner between the two of you—and to see you not panicking over the fact that you’ve got no specific plans for the next time you and Cal meet up kind of surprised her.

The dates continued on. You brought Cal to the farmer’s market where they sell delicacies and drinks found only in Alderaan, one of your favorites being the Starblossom fruit and the beverage Mocoa.

“Be sure to remove the seeds, they’re really bitter when you bite them,”

“I’ve never had these ever, these are really good!”

“Yeah?”

“I think this is gonna top Jogan berries in my list of favorite fruits,”

There are still so many things you want Cal to see and try. The pubs and its drinks, the farmer’s market and what it has to offer, and even the mosh pits. He was surprised that even in a classy planet as Alderaan, there are such things.

“Well, the rich people aren’t the only ones who wanna have fun!” you exclaim.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you and Cal are getting along well despite this fake relationship—sometimes he forgets that he was even in one in the first place. He continued to spend time with you, meeting up with you whenever you asked. In the first few days, he did it out of obligation and for the sake of following the agreement; but the more often you two hang out, he slowly warmed up to you some more. He allowed you to drag him around the city and bring him to places that you usually frequent.

Each time you’re with him, the more you wanted the moments to last longer. You didn’t want to come back to your house.

You and Cal get into a mosh pit, the show was about to start, and the crowd was beginning to go wild. Most of the partygoers were young people—just about your age—and they were clad in a complete contrast to the luxurious clothes that the elites wear.

Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder which startled you, when you tilted your head up to look at him, he had that casual look in his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Figured we ought to look the part,” he smirked.

You scoffed as you smiled back, seeing that there was no harm in it, the two of you approach the bouncer at the gate.

“Hey-hey, look who it is! It’s [y/n]! Where the heck have you been?!”

“Hey Fritz, heard that the band’s here!”

“For sure!” the bouncer takes notice of Cal, he points at him but kept his eyes on you. “Your boy?”

“Yeah, this is Cal.”

“Hoo-whee, and I thought the princess could never score a keeper!”

You brush off the bouncer’s teasing and he finally lets you and Cal in after you hand him a handful of credits. From afar, you found the bodyguard that your father had sent blend in with the crowd but he sticks out like a sore thumb, you ignored him and let him see you enter the mosh pit; he later contacts your father shortly after you and Cal entered.

“You’re a regular here?” Cal closed in on your ear as the bass was blaring through the speakers.

“Yeah well, I come around here more often than the Tipsy Taun-taun! I’m sure you’ll like it here, just wait and see!” you confidently assured him.

Cal stayed close to you while the two of you stayed at the bar, watching the crowd and whoever performer is on stage, and sipping Alderaanian brandy. After the performer that was already on stage when you got there, the emcee walks in and says his spiel for the next one. He vaguely introduces the band until he declares the name.

“The one you’ve all been waiting for: The HU!!!”

The crowd went wild, they roared and whistled, some of them even spun their bandannas in the air as the band members enter. As for Cal, his lips parted open starting from the moment the emcee uttered the band’s name. He looked to you, as if looking for some confirmation, and you answered his expression with a smile combined with a single twitch of your eyebrows.

The song started with a few strokes of their fiddles and then the beat of the drums. The crowd was bobbing and rocking to the rhythm of all the instruments and the unconventional yet impressive vocals—to you, the scene almost looked like a cult meeting.

“You knew they’d be here, didn’t you?”

You beamed a playful smile, “Told ya you’d like it!”

The HU was reaching its chorus, the instrumental was gradually heightening its intensity, and the crowd chanted along to the lyrics—even covering the background voices in certain verses. Eventually, you and Cal joined along as you knew the song as well as everyone else watching the gig. The songs became wilder. Laughter drowned in the roars of the crowd and the acoustics of the instruments, but neither of you didn’t care, the two of you are simply having fun in the heat of the moment.

The next band comes in. It was a drastic shift of mood compared to the last band as the vocalist belted out mellow tones, but the crowd—including the pair of you—adapted quickly; from bobbing your heads to the impactful beating of the drum, you sway left to right with your hands raised up harmonizing with the smooth strumming of the guitar and the neon lights have softened into warmer tones of purple, blue, and orange.

Cal wrapped his arm around you while swaying with the crowd. Much later, he gently cups your chin and angles your head so you face him. Was it on a whim or by impulse? Is there a difference anyway? It didn’t matter to him. Without warning, he brings himself closer to you until the gap in between is gone.

In the middle of the crowd.

Cal’s lips presses against yours.

Everything suddenly seemed to slow down—the movements of the crowd and the band, the beams of light dancing around the place, and the pace of time.

He presses his lips to yours, now your heart is beating ever faster, he softly suckles your lower lip and he slowly pulls away. The two of you exchanged tender gazes at each other, in the next second you gently pull him close by the straps of his armor and return the kiss.

Your trembling hands perched on his broad shoulders. The intensity was flaring, he allowed himself to get carried away. Everything around you felt like it was spinning. You were caught in the moment.

You didn’t even realize that your father and the bodyguard had tracked you down to the mosh pit, but when Sorhan saw you, he almost thought that the girl he was seeing wasn’t his own daughter: lips stretched to an ear-to-ear smile, eyes squinted into tight slits, and a laughter drowned by the blaring sounds of the music and the roaring crowd.

“Sir?”

“Come on. Leave her,” your father resigned and marched out of the bar, the confused bodyguard followed suit.

When the hype in the mosh pit died down, Cal offered to take you home. You walked the streets hand-in-hand, the rush is still fresh in both of you, and he would steal glimpses of you smiling to yourself—in turn, he would smile too as the two of you walk.

His pace got noticeably slower when you arrive to the manor’s porch, you were reluctant yourself, you didn’t want to get near the front door either. Cal squeezes your hand and step forward to the first step of the porch, he remained standing on one step below. You turn to Cal and the bright glint in his eyes that you saw at the mosh pit had dimmed down.

“Hey,” you cooed, giving his hand clutching yours a gentle shake. “I had the most fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

He manages a smile. Cal slowly closes in on you, your head tilts up as your eyes follow him; he softly brushes the wisps of hair to the back of your ear. He was hesitant about something. Your heart was racing again, he gazes at you intently and tenderly. His eyes trail to your mouth, he gently cups your chin with one hand and inches you closer to him.

His lips met your lips again, but this time, his kiss was much tenderer. You suckle his lips back as your felt his hands crawl and caress your neck. He finally wills himself to pull away from you.

“Good night,” he whispers while the tips of your noses brush against each other.

You smile, “Good night.”

His grip on your hand slowly loosens until the last of yours fingers have slid away from his grasp. Your free hand blindly pawed the door and turned the knob. You push the door open while still looking back at Cal; you step in and the last thing you see as you slowly close it is him smiling back at you—but it was a sad smile, you somehow understand why because the feeling’s mutual.

[madame-brioche]

Title: Angel On The Battlefield part 2

Author: madame-brioche

Prompt: Heffron x nurse reader

Warning: some angst

When you found Babe in his foxhole, he was curled up like a newborn pup in the snow and dirt, wearing the dingy green uniform that the other paratroopers wore, his helmet pulled down low and his nose and mouth tucked into the collar of his jacket. He was asleep, grasping his thin blanket tightly and sniffling sharply every few seconds. His face was the color of the snow, the tip of his nose a frostbitten red. Big ash-colored circles had formed under his eyes, and as you took his hand you realized it was beginning to turn an unnatural sort of color, like they'd been submerged in hot water.

You could see that Babe looked much weaker than he'd been the last time you checked on him.

As you smoothed back sweat-drenched strands of hair, you found his forehead very warm to the touch; and when you tried to get him to wake up, you had to call his name and gently shake him a little bit before his eyes opened. Once he woke up he grabbed at his side especially hard. As you helped him get into a sitting position, his eyes sort of rolled back and his head hung loose like a rag doll.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, falling against the crook of your arm. "Jesus, I've got a deep burning pain in my side..."

"You’re burning up," you said, trying to steady his shoulders. "Doc Roe told me you weren't feeling so good. When was the last time you ate, Private? You should probably get a hot meal."

He shook his head as much as he could, which was only a little. "I ain't hungry. I've been feeling like this for a few days now, but this," he gripped his side again, "something's wrong..." As he stood up, the pain seemed to increase a little bit, and he stared down at you worriedly, bringing his hand away from his side and holding it up to reveal blood staining his palm and fingers. "Oh," he whispered, with a small wince.

"Dear God," you breathed, pulling his jacket away and seeing a rather large pool of blood soaking his shirt. You lifted up the hem to find a gaping wound on his left side, the dried blood caked around the wound telling you it had gone untreated for a bit. The blood that was pouring out now must have been the result of him standing. "Why didn't you say anything? When were you shot? You're bleeding!"

Babe looked down at the gunshot wound as if seeing it for the first time. "I'm bleeding," he repeated numbly.

"Hey, look at me," you snapped, turning his chin so he would gaze back up at you. "When did you get hit?"

He looked around in a dizzy haze, shrugging his shoulders with some difficulty. "I remember...hearing Shifty call for me...and I ran to help him hold the line...somewhere along the way, I guess..." He trailed off, looking like he was about to collapse at any second. "I don't know, I woke up to you shaking me."

Your mouth was agape as you listened, wondering how in the hell he hadn't completely bled out. He must've passed out from a combination of both the pain from the wound and his fever.

He produced a weak smile and then cringed as he tried to move. "It certainly is nice to see you."

You returned his smile with a firm look of determination and brushed some more hair out of his face. "Everything will be alright. But you’re coming with me. We need to get you fixed up."

“Whatever you say,” he managed as you placed his hand back on the wound, trying to keep pressure on it. He grabbed onto your sleeve, with the other hand, looking very anxious and maybe a little scared. "I can't, Y/N—I cant leave them, they need me, what would happen if—"

"It's okay," you said, holding on to him tighter. "I'm sure they'd rather you get better. At any rate, what good will it do if you stay and fight with an open wound and a fever?”

Nodding and then stumbling a little as you pulled him toward the Jeep, he coughed painfully, causing you and the Jeep driver to exchange a worried look.

As soon as the Jeep arrived at the remaining ruins of the town, you opened the door to a church that had been cleared out for the sick and wounded, guiding him into the cool, incense-thick air. Just as soon as he'd reached the top of the staircase, Babe slumped against the wall again, screaming in pain. But the cry itself took a lot out of him, and you barely caught him in time as he collapsed. The two of you sat down for a moment to rest, his groans of agony making you nervous about the severity of the wound.

"Y/N," he mumbled as you pulled him close to you and hugged him tightly, "I don't have one on me, but I need—"

You caught on to what he was rambling about. "Right," you said, leaning him against the stairway wall and then standing up to head for the back of the church. "You wait here, I'll get you morphine."

"N-no," he called out after me, his voice hoarse. "Not morphine. I n-need a cigarette."

As you worked your way through the crowded hall, you could feel him holding onto one of your hands, like a captain clinging to his sinking ship. One look back at him and you saw his bloodshot eyes start to look glassy with tears. And the way he was staring at you was like he didn’t really recognize who you were.

"You’re too good to me," he mumbled, causing you to pause and gently wrap your arms around him again, careful not to hurt the wound.

"You stop talking like that," You said, trying not to cry. Maybe it was the lack of sleep; maybe it was the awful scenes of carnage and war; and maybe it was thrilling rush at hearing Babe Heffron admit his fondness for you during such a tense time; no matter the reason, the very idea of his death made you sick to your stomach.

"It’ll be okay," You reassured him, looking up at him and wiping some stray tears away from his cheeks. "You can be a brave soldier for me, right? I know you can. And once this is all over," You added with a smile, "you'll be home in South Philly in time for Christmas."

He laughed softly, then shrugged as best he could. "Hopefully—hopefully you'll be there too, Y/N?" He said.

Not really thinking clearly, you could only mumble, "Hopefully. Yeah."

Seeming a little afraid, Babe whispered, "I never meant to get shot, or get sick, Y/N. I thought I was taking care of myself alright—"

"You’ll be fine," You said. "We need to focus on getting you better."

Suddenly you eyed a pile of discarded uniforms and, jogging over to them, you fished around in the pockets until you found a pack of cigarettes. You lit one and brought it back to Babe, who took liberal drags from it. He didn't complain at all when a few hot ashes fell onto his hand, reveling in the calming effect it had on his pain; but his problem with coughing only seemed to be getting worse, and it wasn't easy for him to speak.

Once he blew out a few grey clouds, though, the nicotine appeared to take hold of him pretty quick, easing his nerves enough so that you could pull him up and help him down the stairs. Alas, after a few steps, Babe trembled again and screamed, this one sounding a lot more desperate and gut-wrenching, like a wounded animal caught in a trap. The two of you were just outside the door to what appeared to be a bedroom with a single cot, and you decided the best thing would be to take him in and get him on the bed and quarantined away from the others.

"No!" Babe gasped, as you ushered him to the door. "No, Y/N, we can’t go in there! That’s the priest's cloister, we can't, it’s sacred!"

"Hey," You stopped him, gently pushing him down onto the thin, white spread that covered the cot. You'd forgotten how devout he was. "I’m sure he won’t mind." As his head hit the pillow, you scanned the room for something to warm him with, finally landing on a mosaic-like quilt that was folded up on a bench by a stain-glass window. "There," You said, tucking him in as he shivered. "You need to keep breathing slowly, in and out. Don’t work yourself up."

Even with all his shaking, Babe was able to tug the quilt up around him, nuzzling into it. "I forgot what having a bed felt like," he whispered.

You knelt down on your knees next to the bed and stroked his hair, a small smile playing at your lips. "It's nice, right?"

He groaned in pain once more, and you took the dying cigarette from his shaking fingers and put it out. You removed your cantine from around your neck. "You want some water?"

"Yeah," he said, but he just couldn't keep it down without having another coughing fit. Frightfully rolling around with his hand on his side, he whimpered out, then began to bite his lip so hard he drew blood.

You needed to treat that wound fast, and so, urging Babe to fight a little longer, you bolted into the hall and tried to find one of the other medics who might be able to help. You called out for several, but everyone was busy helping those with blown off limbs and life-threatening damage to the viscera.

Worriedly, you ran back down to Babe. Exhaling a shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding, you realized that Babe had stopped his agonizing tremors, for the time being. You crouched beside him, holding his sweaty, blood-stained hand to your cheek and leaning into it ever so slightly.

He rolled over and offered you a half-wink. "I heard you out there. Calling for a medic..."

"One will be here soon," You said, shaking your head. Then you added softly, “Are you going to be brave for me, Babe?"

He nodded. "You’re the brave one, Y/N," he mumbled, his grin widening. "A brave angel." His eyes floating to look at the stain-glass, Babe breathed out a sharp, painful sigh. "I’ve dreamt about you taking care of me. But now that I’m living it, I ain’t sure it’s what I want. I was thinking more along the lines of you kissing a paper cut or something..." he teased with a broken laugh. Then his grin faded, worrying you immediately, until his face scrunched up into a look of confusion. “Though I gotta know, Y/N—”

"What, Babe?"

"Why? You crying over me like this — why?”

You nuzzled against his hand again. "That doesn't sound like the happy-go-lucky guy I know," you said. "How can I expect to visit you in South Philly if I left you out in the cold?"

He raised his other hand and gently hit your shoulder. "Come on," he said. "Why, Y/N?"

"Ask me when you get better. You're not thinking clearly."

"I'm askin' you now. Why?"

You just looked away and closed your eyes for a moment, then took his hand into both of yours tightly. "Because I like you, Babe."

"Perhaps," he breathed, "perhaps you might love me, too?"

You smiled again. "Well, perhaps I might."

This time he brought your gaze up to meet his with a hand under your chin. "I knew it," he replied, his lips forming a delicate smile, "you can’t even say it out loud, not even for me..." Then he looked back at the stain-glass, his eyes reflecting the flares outside. "Huh, Y/N might love me, too?” He mumbled in a state of stunned amusement. “Interesting.”

The stain-glass vibrated a bit at the sound of distant war outside. Babe didn't even flinch, however. After he’d said those words he’d closed his eyes and fallen asleep, exhaustion and immense pain taken hold of him. You kissed his hand, keeping it close to your cheek and hearing his heartbeat through his wrist. Resting your head against the side of the bed, you waited for a medic to come in...

You woke up to a hand on your shoulder, softly shaking you awake, expecting it to be the medic. But instead you found Captain Winters, pulling you away gently from the now empty bed.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Dirty little secret [2]

@captiansaveasmut​ demanded a second part to “Dirty little secret” and since I had few extra bits saved, there you go!

SUMMARY: After teaching you a lesson John shows his softer side and takes good care of your still unfulfilled need for him. Words:  1870; Warnings: smut, quite wild one, swearing;

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You sneaked your hand between your legs, massaging your clit with your fingers, but he quickly smacked it away.

“Don’t touch your cunt… you’re such a dirty little slut, can’t hold it now.”

“John p-please…”

John sighed, struggling. You were sure he’d turn away, sure he’d threaten you again, leave you alone and writhing - but he didn’t. Instead he leaned closer to you. The mood was different somehow, quieter and he pressed his lips to your cheek softly as if he were congratulating you for something.

“It’s only me, right?” he mumbled, his face close to yours and crawled onto the bed beside you, somehow still smelling incredible, whimpering almost unnoticeably at the sensation of his tight fist, “Only I can feel you the way you feel every time I’m close… only I can thrill you… fill your cunt so nicely…”

“Only you, Jonathan…” you hummed, ghosting his chest with your shaky hands, still afraid to touch him for fear of his reaction. He was undeniably softer now but only minutes ago he’d been a different person, tense, angry, merciless and you were still nervous to make a wrong move should something flip inside him again,“Always you.”

He was overwhelmed, obsessed with the way you needed him, how much you’d tried to prove it for him but he has seen you cum so many times already and he wanted one more, one final push so that he could finish buried deep inside you.

“Got one more for me, little girl?” he mumbled, licking his lips, his eyes tired and warmer than you’d seen in a while.

He kissed you adoringly for a while, like he was trying to convince you that you could do it, one more for him, just one more. You were aching, bruised, your walls sensitive and tight again, your clit throbbing relentlessly. You should have said no, should have told him that you just couldn’t, but he was so perfect and you never wanted to deny him when he was like this, desperate, hungry.

“Anything for you, John…” you sighed quietly, kissing him quickly and shuffled into a position so that he could crawl between your legs, the bed sheets crumpled beneath you.

“Oh love… I know how beautifully you cum every time we make love like this…” he mumbled, and then he shuffled, pushing your thighs apart with his hands, splaying you out like he owned you - because he did - pressing his soft, pink lips against your skin everywhere but where you now wanted him again.

Something about him was delicate now, and you wondered how he was holding on when you were this needy for him, knowing just how weak your incessant purring made him. His hands shook as he stroked your abdomen, your thighs, your wrists, searched for your hands and clasped them tightly, “That… toy can’t make you melt like my touches do” he drawled, licking his lips and then at last pushing them against your heat. He was sloppy but slow, knowing just how sensitive and sore you were. Within seconds you were softly whimpering, crying out for him gently, the sensitivity of your clit too much to handle as his nose gently brushed it.

“My gorgeous lady” he groaned against your heat and you shook. His face was slick with your constant arousal, lapping at you in the way he knew you could never resist.

Your hand came down at the back of his head, the other clutching the sheets desperately as you writhed under the touch of his tongue, his lips, you were his, all his and despite already having reached your high several times, you knew he’d have it easy coaxing another one out of you.

He was too good.

Hesitant at first, you scratched your nails over the skin of his head as he leaned back slightly into your touch, the movement being all the approval you needed, making you twirl the strands of his hair around your fingers, tugging at them slightly.

You loved when he dominated you, it was a whole different level of trust and intimacy, but right now, he had you even wetter, was about to show you just how good he was.

“J-John…” you whimpered as his tongue started drawing slow circles on your clit, adding more and more pressure gradually, then covered your heat with his mouth, licking up your folds, the pleasurable movements of his tongue and lips keeping you on edge, keeping you close, and you knew you couldn’t take much more. He had you so good.

You felt his head move into your touch, always loving the way your nails were scratched against his scalp and you bent your knee, needing more leverage to keep yourself still.

“Goooorgeous lady” he murmured deeply, barely stopping to breathe as his perfect hands found their way back to your thighs to hold you down.

He was still possessive, still controlling, still owned you completely but he was pouring his heart into the task at hand, his groans rippling into your wetness as he pressed open mouthed kisses against your clit, pulling at the sensitivity with his lips.

You knew it was coming, felt it growing just as you had before, unable to breathe for a moment, knowing that this would be euphoric, unimaginable and that you would be just about ready to pass out afterwards.

“Jonathan…” you groaned, arching your back to meet the flicks of his tongue, your heart beating faster than you knew was possible, getting ready to beg him - but you didn’t have to - he just knew.

“I know, love…” he drawled, the look in his eyes soft as you managed to stare back at him, your breath coming out shakily as he lifted his head and crawled over you, holding your gaze, pressing his forehead against yours as he gave himself a few pumps, holding himself up with the other hand, the muscles in his arm tense.

“O-oh, please…” you whispered, desperate to feel something as your orgasm faded again but he lined himself up with your entrance in no time, your walls instantly tightening around him again when he filled you, the burn of his cock stretching you once again having your eyes roll back, you just needed him so bad, needed him to get you there.

He was breathing heavily too now and you knew he was just as desperate, throbbing, panting, trying to hold on for you as he drew his hips back and you both hissed, gazes thick with pleasure, your voices merely whispers as he drove himself inside you again. He didn’t have to move much, a couple of slow and deep thrusts inside you before the feeling was there again, all consuming, too much to hold back.

“Let go, love” he sighed close to your ear, feeling his own body ready to give out, “let go for me…” you didn’t have time to process it all, couldn’t work out what finally drove you over the edge that last time - a combination of his fingers finding and circling your clit, his honeyed coaxing, the way he was drinking you in, the way his bicep curled as you wrapped your hand around it, his final thrust, the exhausted smile he was wearing - all helping you give into the sensitivity.

Your walls fluttered around him, your breath hitched and you fell back into the elation, the rushing feeling, seeing stars and mumbling your adoration through it all. He held you close as you came for him and couldn’t take it anymore, so sore from holding out all this time.

“Y-yes… that’s it, little girl, d-don’t hold back” he drawled, his deep voice trailing off into a loud groan and you felt him release, triggered by the way your walls squeezed his throbbing cock so deliciously, finally overwhelmed himself, getting his release he has been so close to ever since he watched you undress.

John’s head fell down on your shoulder as he groaned quietly, the movements of his hips slowing, ceasing and he bit down lightly on your skin.

You stayed wrapped in each other for a while, the weight of him on top of you such a comfort and then he pulled out of you and you winced, with little regret for the unbearable tenderness you felt now. You were both completely spent, rolling around and groaning together but John pulled your hand so that you were facing him, always so needy after he’d fucked you so good.

“Are you alright, love?” he sighed, breathless, “Is everything alright?”

“Jonathan…” you giggled, shifting closer to him, rolling against his side, barely noticing the way your bodies were slick with sweat, the need to be together again quite frankly more compelling, “You are impossible.”

“Impossible, good…”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness - the relentlessly cocky bastard - and he grinned at you with that massive goofy, lopsided smile which he only reserved for times when he didn’t have anything to say. You were both breathing heavily still but so lost in each other’s eyes and he pulled you in closer, then leaning down to nuzzle into your neck as you were all cuddled close to each other and he giggled quietly against your skin, his breath tickling you.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he mumbled, now sounding more serious, his giggles paused.

“Well, you did, but I liked it” you assured him, humming softly, moving your hand to the back of neck, scratching lightly at his scalp, living for the way he sighed out softly, enjoying the touch immensely, nudging your jaw playfully with his nose, making you giggle, “And next time I miss you while you’re away, I’ll call you… maybe just need you and not that thing.”

John lifted his head, looking at you with wide eyes, “Oh, little girl, you better use it when I’m away, alright? Use it and be sure to think of me… or better use it and call me…” he nudged your nose with his now, cackling childishly. You laughed softly, nudging his nose back, rubbing them together.

“Really?”

He hummed, “Mmmm, really. My beautiful woman can’t be left unsatisfied when I’m away” he stated, licking his lips, “Just don’t let me catch you with it when I’m home” he winked at you.

You smiled to yourself, shuffling closer to him, your chests pressed together.

“Okay…” you whispered.

“If you want me that much all you need is to ask…” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him, your heart so full of love and adoration for him, you just couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him, to just have him shower you with his love while he also always knew just what you needed, never leaving you unfulfilled.

“And I’m serious… call me when the mood strikes you again while I’m away…” he hummed, “and I’ll talk you through it… I know how badly you love when I talk dirty things.”

“I can’t wait” you mumbled, almost sleepily then pretended to think for a moment, “When you’re taking another job then?” you laughed, and he teased your sides with his calloused fingers in response, your giggle echoing around the room.