#this is the first smutty thing i’ve ever written about luke

[puckinghischier]

Thinking about submissive Luke 🫣

luke’s trying so hard not to show his submissive side, desperately trying to maintain his dominance, but the way you'd bounce on him at such a fast pace with your hand tangled in his curls would just make it so incredibly difficult for him to not lose control, and eventually he'd succumb as whimpers and whines and moans would slip from his lips so desperately. "fuck, baby. feels so fucking good, just like that."

he’d start letting you take control, basking in the fact you’re the one in the lead right now. his whines would only spur you on. he’d start being even more vocal than he already is, telling you how good he’s been and how patient he was, waiting all day for this. he’s never been one to let you take the lead in the bedroom before, but he’s surprised as how much he liked watching you use him to get yourself off, thinking to himself about testing the waters a little more in depth next time.

[saltandfire-blog]

All Time Favorite Lucemond Fics

Thought I’d post some baddies to help us heal from this last season.

ñuhon - When Lucerys lives and wakes up to oblivion, Aemond decides that—more than an eye for an eye—Lucerys in his entirety would be for Aemond to completely own.

In other words: Omega Lucerys survives yet loses his memories, and Alpha Aemond takes his revenge on him creatively.

Holy fuck, this might actually be one my favorite fics of all time. INCREDIBLY well written and perhaps one of the most tragic/romantic lucemond pieces I’ve ever read. I also find myself adoring the Daeron/Joffrey dynamic that is unexpectedly thrown in that I didn’t know I wanted.

all I had to give - Lucerys has waited for Aemond to find him again since his fall. He is only surprised it took this long.

I think this was technically my first a/b/o lucemond verse fic that blew my heart away. Aemond and Luke’s portrayal in this might actually be my favorite. And the added Alysmond is a +❤️

real gods require blood - Before King Viserys I Targaryen draws his last breath, the Greens make their move. Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family find themselves prisoners in the Red Keep, cut off from their dragons and at the mercy of a new king.

Terrified of what fate awaits his family, Lucerys Velaryon turns to the only person at court willing to help him, no matter the price he has to pay.

Or: Lucerys offers himself in exchange for his family’s safety. Aemond could never refuse.

Not only is this fucking incredible to read, it might be my favorite smutty fic out there. The dialogue between Aemond and Luke just hits sooooo amazingly, this is one of those fics I go back to regularly to reread. I await the authors part 2 of this with baited breath!

Consanguinity - When the bastard Addam of Hull claims Seasmoke, it throws House Velaryon into disarray. All except Corlys, who spies the perfect opportunity to help his heir out of the delicate situation he has found himself in with an impromptu suggestion.

Though quite why Prince Aemond seems so affronted by the match is anyone’s guess.

Speaking of fics I go back to reread - this is definitely another one!! @nashiriel is an absolutely incredible writer and I can’t wait to see where she goes with this! I don’t like to spoil other people’s work…but I love a pregnant Lucerys a/b/o verse with a deliciously angsty twist ❤️

Divenire - Lucerys survives Storm's End however now he needs to survive Aemond, his obsession over a debt paid and the Dance of the Dragons.

This is one of the first Lucerys/Aemond fics that blew my mind. Is it insanely demented and toxic? Yes. Is it amazingly well written? YES! You decide if it’s your cup of tea, but I always return back to this one every once in a while when I want a pure hate no happy ending fic.

Heir of the Tides series - In 120 AC, Aemond Targaryen lost an eye to his nephew. In 129 AC, he demands the price to be paid.

Later on, Lucerys Velaryon will tell his mother that it was a fair exchange. (or, the author went out and wrote the eye fic she so wanted to read).

I admit, I am an absolute sucker for the idea of Luke taking his own eye out. Add on top of that a Luke who takes more of a role in his Velaryon inheritance - and can’t forget the battle of the Gullet 🤌🏻 !! Definitely a series to invest in.

Life for life, eye for eye - Aemond finds his nephew, somehow surviving the death of his dragon over Shipbreaker Bay, washed ashore, an empty socket where his right eye should be. The message, to Aemond, is obvious: the gods have given Luke to him, to do with him as he sees fit.

Meanwhile, when Luke wakes up, prisoner to his uncle, his world quickly narrows to one thing and one thing alone: surviving, so he can return to his mother, and the rest of his family, alive.

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In which Aemond surpasses Daemon for title of 'worst uncle' by several miles and Luke suffers.

Ok so please beware, this is about as dark as it gets. If you’re triggered easily, this isn’t the fic for you. It explores extreme Lima and Stockholm syndrome forsure, but if you’re into this ship I’m sure you must know it consists of a broad spectrum of very dark, toxic fics, and this is one that just so happens is amazingly well written. Please keep in mind, if you don’t like, don’t fucking read.

Portrait of a Prince on Fire - Ser Luke Strong, legitimised bastard of the lord of Harrenhal, has found favour at the sumptuous court of Viserys I as a court painter. But he is also Lucerys Waters, unacknowledged bastard of Princess Rhaenyra of Dragonstone. The secret of his true parentage and the life he could’ve had eats him up, and he drowns his regrets in drink and brawling.

Prince Aemond hasn’t been seen outside court since he lost his eye, over a decade ago. Now he is about to be wed — and the king commissions Luke to paint the portrait that will be sent to Aemond’s betrothed.

They hate each other at first sight — but as Viserys lies dying, the portrait sets them on a collision course that will send them spiralling inexorably together. And as the realm descends into war, they will have to decide whether to hold on to each other as the world they knew begins to shatter.

Another fic I am completely obsessed with! @fruitageoforanges has probably written one of my all time favorite portrayals of Aemond and I love the refreshing take on Lucerys I’ve never seen done before in this ship. A 17th century AU that has an awesome amount of fashion I adore and is an absolute must read 😉❤️

Star-Crossed - Lucerys is taken captive by the Greens after his fall. When Aemond is assigned as his constant guard, and so constant companion, the romance that blooms between them spins the Dance of the Dragons on its head.

Or: two young lovers from rival factions of the royal family come together in a violent world.

I can’t list off lucemond fics without giving this one an honorable mention.

Dirección de la Luz - A decade had passed since Hwa Yeong was exiled from Yin. He had traveled through the entire empire three times and still had not found his death.

Until one day he met the dragon prince.

Or: Pregnant and solely with the company of his dragon Arrax, Lucerys Velaryon travels to the Yi Ti Empire and begins a new life away from his family and Aemond Targaryen.

A fic published in Spanish, but there is a translated version linked or you can translate yourself as I found myself doing because this story drew me in SO hard I couldn’t wait for the translator to update lol. This is such an original idea and SO fascinating to read with the authors portrayal of Yi Ti culture with such amazing detail!! I can’t give this author enough praise and encouragement to keep going!

the beast you’ve made of me - Lucerys Velaryon is no coward. He is frightened. He is alone. He is a bastard. He is a prisoner of a war he would do anything to stop. But he is no coward.

Lucerys survives Shipbreaker Bay. Aemond is baptised in the storm. This is the aftermath.

If you want Team Green Lucerys, this is your story. When you have to join the enemy to save your family with long term goals, Luke really goes through it in this one, but the political seesaw between his love for Aemond and his family is fabulous to read unfold 🤌🏻

Hope I’ve given you guys some beauties to read if you haven’t already 💎🗡️🩸

Lucemond is a beautiful, terrible place 😉

(Tried to @ as many as I could that are here on tumblr)

[victoriousscarf]

Writing Tag Game

Tagged by @dreadfutures

How many works do you have on AO3?

... 251...

What’s your total AO3 word count?

3,939,640

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before

Its Not the End of the World (But It Might as Well be the End of Your World)  (Remember when I thought 3 other people in the whole world would get a kick out of this fic?)

Two Sides of the Coin

My Downfall is Rooted in Your Desperate Need      

I Won't Move the Heaven's for You and You'll Pretend to Forget Me

(Amazingly Find the Sun in the Corners of Shadows is number 7? How on earth is that 7 ahahahaha how did I Won’t Move the Heaven’s beat it)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, every one. It’s on principle but also because the more people are willing to chat with me, the more likely a story is to update. If you give me something to chat about, it’s an inspiration spiral. I wouldn’t be here without engagement.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably anything in the Hobbit Fandom where the Sons of Durin still die, and I did quite a few variations on that theme.  The Stars Think You Need to Run for example. Or The Long Road that Does Not Lead Home

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

... The Sun in Your Eyes and Starlight in Your Hair ? Maybe? I don’t know, it’s just like “give Luke a bunch of cats and kisses and shit will work out right?” That counts as a happy ending doesn’t it?

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the strangest one you’ve written?

I think I wrote a Harry Potter and Fruits Basket crossover once...

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Multiple times.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

When I feel like it, or when I think it actually helps. It also depends on the fandom or the characters ahahaha Tolkien inspired me to really smutty heights.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh. Yeah. Both in the flat out they copy and pasted it to another site, and in the more abstract “I’m gonna steal your idea, your plot, your world building, and in fact entire scenes straight from your fic but because I change a few words no one will notice right :)?”

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Mostly in Chinese but I think there were a couple of Russian ones (mostly Tolkien) and a few others I’m blanking on.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Idk @meddalarksen have I?

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Fenris/Anders since about 2012. Before that it was Spock/McCoy and they will always have a special place in my heart.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I mean life goes on and life happens but honestly even fics I think I’ve given up on I often slink back to and try and figure out if I can actually wrap it up in a semi-satisfactory way SOMEHOW. So. Who knows.

What are your writing strengths?

I can apparently make people cry a lot. Since that’s usually my goal I’ll call that a good thing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptioooooon? Feeling like I’m not getting the power of the idea in my head out properly in the right words. (I have to remind myself y’all don’t know how good it could have been lol).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Nah.

(Respect to those who do, but I will never).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

...Inuyasha. Or, technically, the Looney Tunes.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I really like the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before  for obvious reasons

[captainkappa]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you @capdjarin for the tag 💛💖

How many works do you have on AO3?

111 What’s your total AO3 word count?

353,807

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

15 fandoms. I’m just going to list the top 5 so we’re not here all day. They are Thrilling Intent, Mindcrack, The Mandalorian, Buffalo Wizards, and Critical Role

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Out of Reach (The Mandalorian)

Possibly, Maybe (Falling for You) (Critical Role)

Icebreakers (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Not Pets (Overwatch)

Not a Cat-astrophe (My Hero Academia)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I usually do, but sometimes I get self-conscious that I usually just say “Thank you!!” and it feels disingenuous, even though I love every comment I receive and reread them often!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

God this is so fucking cringe but it honestly might be  The History of the World (Is Filled with Love and Death). It’s one of only 5 fics of mine tagged MCD and the main character ends up sobbing in the snow next to his dead wife so... yeah

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have no published crossovers, but y’all in adjacent-nsfw in the discord have got me writing some, but I’m also super self-conscious about it so it’ll probably never see the light of AO3

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, but it was less so hate, more so “I’m laughing at your fic” and I was young so I didn’t realize it was hate until more recently

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve written smut like once prior to Mando, and now I have 3 smutty fics in the works and 2 of them have trans characters... what is my virgin ass thinking dsfghjkl XD

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I cowrote the Spirit Thief Aesling series with Elfy and Kat (but I’ll be honest, I never really felt like I contributed much and I still feel bad about that too this day ^^; )

What’s your all time favorite ship?

This is... such a hard question, oh my god. It might be Merlin/Arthur? Two sides of the same coin, risking their lives for each other in the very first season, immaculate.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’d really like to get back to And Up She Rises but I just don’t know if I’ll ever get back into MHA like i was before. Worst part is the whole thing is outlined, Ch 3 was just tripping me up

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. If a character talks enough, I can imagine them saying my dialogue in my head. Super handy but no one in the Mandalorian talks enough so i just suffer lmao

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’ve been struggling so much with describing a character getting from Point A to Point B. Like walking across a room, moving his body... doing literally anything other than nodding in agreement lmao

But also I’m really bad at finishing anything with more than one chapter in a timely manner, having confidence in my writing, and being consistent in a way that makes me happy (like, I know fic writers arent Content Creators(tm) but there are fic in my WIP folder i wish i had published already because I want to share them with others)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I err on the side of providing enough context clues that it’s not the worst thing in the world

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It was for The Clique by Lisi Harrison and I didn’t even realize it was fanfic. It was a writing contest hosted by Harrison to write where the characters would be 10 years post-book series.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Now that’s just even less fair than before. Ady put me through the wringer picking 5, now you want me to pick one?

right now I think I’d have to say Twist the Knife, Take a Life if only because it opened a whole new genre for me to write in. I usually consider myself a fluff writer but to know I can write horror? and I enjoy doing so? and other people enjoy it??? 

also i just like flipping fanon tropes bc yeah it’s Luke whump with the haunted darksaber but it’s not Luke whump with a haunted darksaber and an abusive Din wHOOPS

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I’m very anxious about tagging people today, so if you’ve gotten this far and you haven’t done this yet, but would like to, consider yourself tagged!

[softforcal]

Incipient : Gang!Michael

Summary: in the wake of a big rival gang altercation, The Aces are merging with The Raiders gang and Michael is put in charge of the merger, which is where he meets the rival gangs right hand woman

Word Count: 12.4k

Warnings: a few smutty scenes

Full Gang Universe Masterpost Here

Incipient meaning: in an initial stage; beginning to happen or develop.

Harry and Michael friendship masterpost

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“Look, I know none of you are happy with this, god knows I’m not either, but if we want our gang to survive, this shit needs to happen.” Harry said, looking at the bar full of burley men, “this merger is final, and if you have a fucking issue,” his voice rose, “you can take it up with me.” he cracked his knuckles loudly, “this is Michael, he’s the rep from The Aces, he’ll be around a lot, helping us figure this shit out. Now, if I hear that any of you have so much as looked at him the wrong way, I’ll have to teach you a god damned lesson, is that clear?”

The room was completely silent.

After the whole… debacle, (the one where Harry kidnapped the Birdie, the girlfriend of rival gang key player Luke Hemmings) Michael was shocked Harry had managed to keep his hold on gang leader for The Raiders. Luke had beaten Harry up pretty bad, and it had taken a full month for Harry to heal completely.

After a long talk amongst the Ace leaders and the charming brit, an agreement had been met. A Merger. Harry’s gang coming under the wing of The Aces. A mutual coalition. The Aces had things that the Raiders needed and vice versa.

Luke could hate Harry all he wanted, but it was a fact that Harry was more valuable alive than dead. His command over the room in that moment just went to prove that fact to Michael as he stood and addressed the gang, “well, as Harry said, I’m here for the merger. I’ll mainly be working with the higher level members but it should be fun!”

The room was quiet.

Michael sighed, nodding to Harry who pushed off from where he had been leaning against the wall, “well, that's it, clear out.”

Everyone dispersed but three people, who stayed and approached Michael and Harry who were standing at the bar. “Michael, this is Josh and Farley, and that’s Blades.” Harry motioned to the only woman standing there.

Michael had noticed her earlier, briefly taking in the blonde who had been sat atop the pool table during Harry’s speech. Her arms had been folded over her chest and her eyes had been watchful, almost judgemental. With a beautiful resting bitch face, she was exactly Michael’s type, but he was a glutton for punishment.

“One of those names is not like the others.” Michael teased, looking the leather clad girl who narrowed her eyes at him.

“Blades earned the name.” Harry assured him, he moved out of the way as the men went behind the bar, busying themselves with work. Michael realized that although the guys were bartenders, the woman obviously had another reason for approaching.

“So what’s up?” Michael asked, looking between the charismatic brit and the broody blonde.

“Blades is my right hand, she’s a down right menace, much like Luke actually.” Harry explained, “you’ll be seeing a lot of her, so I thought I would introduce the two of you, like a peace offering, start on good terms, trust me, you don’t want to be on her bad side.”

“I don’t know how seriously I’ll be able to take this if I have to call you Blades.” Michael admitted with a smirk.

“Oh and you have something else in mind?” the woman snapped.

Michael grinned. She’d fallen right into his perfectly planned trap. Truth be told, he did have a name already chosen, one that was inspired by Harry’s words and  fit the theme Michael was so obsessed with: “Dove.”

“Dove?” the woman scoffed.

“Call her whatever you want mate.” Harry said with a shrug, “just know she’ll probably cut yer’ balls off if you piss er’ off too much.”

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The blonde picked at her long nails absentmindedly, feet up on a table as she leaned back in her chair. Michael’s eyes flickered up at her, “how are you not amused by this?” he asked, looking back down at the computer that he and one of the Raiders were working on.

“I’m not a tech runt.” Dove stated, reaching into her boot to pull out a knife that she began to twirl nonchalantly, eyes fixed on Michael.

She’d been making small jabs at him all week but being called a tech runt? She was coming after his soul now, and he couldn’t let that go.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t know what html is.” Michael said.

Dove turned in her chair to look at Michael, and the guy helping him out began to fidget, knowing full well how dangerous the woman in the room was, especially with the blade that was in her hand in that moment.

Her pine green eyes narrowed at Michael, sizing him up, then she stood.

The man next to Michael pushed away from the computer, “I need to get water.” he said as he scurried from the room.

Dove approached Michael who remained standing where he was, not showing any signs of fear at the deadly woman who was now within centimeters of him. She turned her gaze to the screen, leaning down, her fingernails made small tapping sounds as she typed something in, then hit enter.

The screen flickered and suddenly a live recording was playing. “Wait, what did you just do.” Michael pushed her with his hip but she didn’t budge and he groaned, moving around her to look at the screen.

“You’ve been trying to hack this camera for ages. This computer is a little weird. We had a hacker a year back who updated some of the coding to make it easier for him, little short cuts work wonders.” Dove explained.

“Well where are the shortcuts written down?” Michael asked in exasperation, “and why didn’t you mention this an hour ago?”

“And make your job easier? As if.” Dove scoffed, returning to her seat, “also they aren’t written down.”

“So how do you know them?” Michael asked.

“Good memory.”

“Well how did you even learn them in the first place?”

Dove looked up at him but didn’t answer.

Michael laughed, “oh… you were fucking a tech runt.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, I’m just surprised that guys like me are your type.”

“Guys like you aren’t my type, trust me.”

“Sure they’re not Dove.” Michael smirked. Dove opened her mouth but Michael’s phone buzzed and he answered it immediately, “Calum?”

“You with the Blades chick right now?” Calum asked immediately.

“Yeah, I’m with Dove-”

“Can you two come to the club? We have someone who needs to be interrogated and it’s Luke and Birdie’s date night.”

“Uh… there’s no one else who could come?” Michael asked.

“I mean there is, but it would be good to have a Raider get some blood on their hands for us. A show of good faith. Besides, I hear this Blades girl is an artist or some shit.”

“Some shit.” Michael echoed, “fine, we’ll be there soon.”

“More dumb bullshit errands to run tech boy?” Dove asked as Michael hung up.

“Think you’ll like this one.” Michael sighed, “got a guy for you to torture.”

That caused her to perk up and Michael laughed, already feeling an odd fondness for the angsty looking murderess. “Do you have any thing you need to grab to make this experience, uh, more fun for you?”

“Got my toys right here.” Dove said, grabbing her dual knives from her boots, she proceeded to toss them up and down in a juggling motion that made Michael nervous. She was an expert, and seeing the deadly weapons in her hands made Michael rethink his nickname for her.

He was also really digging the sexual innuendos, Michael being the type of guy who dropped them with some frequency, but most people didn’t play along like Dove just had. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed her.

The other tech guy showed up again, and after a few instructions, and Dove tapping her foot by the door impatiently, Michael finally grabbed his keys and the two of them went down to the parking garage.

Michael went one way and Dove went the other, “the fuck are you going?” she asked.

“To my car.” Michael answered.

“I’m driving.”

“Not a chance.”

“We’re going to that shit club that you took Harry to a few weeks ago yeah?”

“Shit club-?” Michael began.

“Race you there.” and then Dove was running and Michael wasn’t about to just lose to the girl and give her and Harry something to tease him about, so Michael jogged over to his car. He got inside, realizing how out of shape he was by the racing of his heart as he put his car in reverse.

The sound of screeching tires filled the parking lot.

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“You’re fucking lucky we have all the cops in this city on our payroll.” Calum said, voice low and angry as Michael and Dove entered the club.

“We didn’t kill anyone.” Michael pointed out.

“Not yet, where’s my guy?” Dove asked.

Calum looked the blonde up and down then sighed, “in the back, Michael, you know the drill on this one.”

As Dove and Michael walked past the bar, Michael waved at Puppy who smiled, but Dove completely ignored the other woman. Not that Puppy minded, she was definitely not a fan of the whole merger idea. In fact, the bartender glared at Dove, earning a hand on the small of her back from Calum, “this is a good idea.” he stated.

“It’s not.” Puppy stated, “Harry threatened Birdie-”

“I know.”

“That’s his right hand woman-”

“I get it babe. Be as angry as you want. Something tells me it won't matter much to that chick anyways.”

Michael had finished explaining the usual gang protocol. The guy Dove would be torturing had information they wanted, but they didn’t need it, which meant that Dove had full range to do whatever she wanted.

Dove could feel her skin prickling as Michael uttered the words “do what you want with the guy.”

The giddy feeling of joy and expectation filled her soul and Michael laughed, “calm down killer.”

“I am calm.” she assured him.

“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.” he pointed out.

“So keep the bodies coming.”

“I would but you have to share-”

“Oh yeah?” she scoffed, “with that blonde douchebag-”

“Luke-”

“Yeah, that guy.” Dove grinned, taking off her leather jacket to roll up the sleeves of her tight black v-neck and remove her knives from her boots, “I don’t share.”

“Well you have to learn.”

“Not today.” Dove said, flicking her knives around, “okay, let’s do this.”

“You are way too excited.” Michael chuckled.

He noticed the way her skin was flushed with anticipation and he knew that if he was to press a soft kiss to her neck, he’d be greeted with a racing pulse. Michael wiped his sweaty palms against his pants, startled by the sudden dirty thoughts that had just entered his mind.

Michael went to the keypad and punched in the numbers, opening the door for the blonde who all but bounded past him into the room.

“Aw, you guys even wrapped him up all nice and pretty for me.” she smiled, “usually Harry just tosses the guy into the room with me like fresh meat.”

Michael couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from his chest as he closed the door behind him, locking himself in the room with the deadly woman and her prey.

As she began to work, Michael couldn’t help but notice the differences between her technique and Luke’s. Dove moved in fluid, graceful motions, her blades an extension of her body, gliding along skin. In contrast, Luke was all awkwardness and lumber, relying solely on physical strength and determination to make an impact.

Michael enjoyed not feeling like he had to jump in at any moment. Dove had complete control, she was enraptured with the process, that much was obvious, but she also remained oddly professional.

Luke always made a mess, but each splatter of blood caused by Dove’s blades was like the flick of red paint from an artists brush. Michael had to admit, there was something so endearingly sexy about watching Dove kill a man.

His skin was tingling even being in the same room as her.

The man began talking, blabbering anything Dove wanted to know, putty in her hands. At that point, she allowed Michael to take over, gaining all the information needed while she stood behind the man with her hands on his shoulders.

When everything had been answered, Michael’s eyes flickered to Dove and she pulled out both of her blades again, the sharp metal gracefully slicing through flesh to finish the job.

Grabbing at her shirt, Dove cleaned her knives of blood against the black fabric, “where can I change?” she asked.

“Follow me.” Michael said, opening the door for her. He took her to the locker area, “you good with one of my shirts?” he asked.

“Whatever.” she answered, instead of taking the black muscle shirt in his hands, her fingers went to the hem of her v-neck, swiftly lifting the fabric up and off of her head. Michael’s breath caught in his throat at her newly exposed skin and the sexy, lacy bra. In that moment, Michael could have sworn he’d regressed to a teenager, his eyes fixed on the word ringing through his head: boobs.

His gaze flickered to her gang tattoo, prominent and pretty over her left breast. There was something so seductive about it, Michael had never seen a gang tattoo so similar to his own on a female form.

“Perv.” Dove stated but her tone was teasing, telling Michael that the woman in front of him didn’t entirely disapprove of his wandering eyes.

He decided to just roll with it, his heart already hammering in his chest, “you love it.”

Dove laughed, grabbing the muscle shirt from Michael, “something about murder gets me going-”

Michael chuckled, “I get that.”

Dove studied the grinning guy in front of her. He had the sweetest smile she’d ever seen, but he’d just watched her torture a man for a solid thirty minutes, and she appreciated a man who didn’t get in the way of her work. Her heart was still racing in her chest and she considered what it would be like to scratch the itch working its way up her spine.

Michael’s gaze flickered across Dove’s face, “you have blood on your cheek.” he said.

“Why don’t you wipe it off for me?” she suggested.

Michael met her steady gaze, stepping forward, his hand rose, thumb brushing against Dove’s bottom lip. Michael watched his digit slip into her mouth, almost groaning at the feeling of her tongue swirling around him. It took all of his willpower to remove his finger from her mouth, cupping her face as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the blood splatter.

Dove’s eyes bore into Michaels, “is there a private bathroom somewhere.”

Michael hummed in response, still to enraptured in watching the place their skin met.

“Show me.” Dove stated.

Michael removed his hand from her face, brushing past her towards the private bathroom. He opened the door for her and Dove walked through, going and sitting on the sink counter as Michael locked them in.

He turned to look at her, eyes once more landing on the gang tattoo that beckoned him forward.

“You just gonna stand there? Or are you going to come fuck me?” she asked.

Michael laughed, walking over to stand between her legs. His palms made contact with her thighs, rubbing at the black denim and moving up to her waist, roughly pulling her as close as he could. Her eyes bore into his, a challenge, waiting to see if he’d make the first move.

His gaze dipped down, landing on the tattoo that be brought a finger up to trace, “we match.”

“Show me.” she answered, breath faltering slightly to betray any inner turmoil she was feeling.

Michael went to grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head to toss somewhere on the ground. Dove’s eyes took in the gang tattoo over his heart, and her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hands grabbed his, interlocking his fidgety fingers to keep them at his sides as she leaned forward, dragging her tongue across the mark.

Michael’s head lolled back, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his skin, “enough teasing, kitten.” he groaned.

“Don’t call me kitten.” she said, breath hot against his skin as she released his hands, allowing him to finally grab her face and pull her mouth to his. They’d already wasted so much time with build up that Michael didn’t even bother testing the waters, his tongue slid against hers and she received him eagerly.

Dove’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling to earn a groan as Michael went to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down next, finally getting the dangerous girl bare for him as he went to grasp her breast which made Dove moan, a sound that Michael ate up like his last supper.

She immediately grabbed at his belt, expertly getting it open so she could unbutton his jeans and shove them down, “get inside me.” she growled against his lips, still feeling the post murder tingle across her skin that she wanted to chase to a high.

Michael tore off Dove’s pants and she lifted herself enough to get the jeans and her panties down and to the floor, “condoms-” Michael began.

“Pill.” Dove said, grabbing the back of Michael neck to drag his lips down to hers again.

As soon as his mouth was where she wanted it, her hands went to his hips, dragging him forward so he could finally slide into her. They panted into each others mouths, foreheads pressed together as their eyes opened to hold a steady gaze as he thrust in and out.

She nipped at his lower lip in an effort to make him kiss her again but he refused, hand grabbing her hair and pulling, exposing her throat to his greedy mouth and teeth that endeavored to mark the pretty skin.

Dove’s hand clawed at his chest, scratching at the tattoo that revealed the kindred aspects of their lives. His teeth sunk down into her neck and Dove clenched around him, moaning louder. Michael’s hand slipped down between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing harshly. Dove’s legs spasmed around Michael’s waist, “gonna cum for me soon kitten?”

Dove grabbed at Michael’s jaw, forcing him to look at her, “quit it with the animal names asshole.”

Michael grinned, pressing his mouth to hers again as he rubbed quicker, the pace of his hips matching the motions of his fingers. Dove’s whines got louder and Michael groaned, his other hand tangling in her hair again to keep her face close as both of their eyes clenched shut and they chased their impending orgasms.

One last drag of Dove’s nails against Michael’s chest had him cumming, Dove following in suit, spurred on by the erratic motions of Michael’s hips. They gripped each other fiercely, using each other, breathing each other.

As they both came down from their highs, breath hot and fanning across skin with each pant, Michael pulled out and Dove ran a hand through her blonde hair, “get out of here, gotta change.” she said, just like that, reverting back to the resting bitch face murderess.

Michael didn’t question it, pulling on his pants then his shirt, he left the bathroom, heart still racing in his chest. Michael took a few breaths to steady himself as he waited, a minute or two passing before Dove slipped from the bathroom. She looked put together, even in his oversized muscle shirt,  no sign showing on her perfect features that they’d just fucked in the gang’s club bathroom.

“Harry texted.” Dove stated, “gotta get out of here.”

Michael didn’t say anything, humour lost as the two walked back to the main bar, as soon as they entered, five pairs of eyes landed on them.

“It’s the man of the fucking hour!” the tall blonde bellowed, voice dripping with anger, “thought you could just replace me?!”

Michael’s eyes darted between Luke and Calum in confusion, “Cal made the call-”

“But you brought the Raider-” Luke took a step forward but his tiny girlfriend, Birdie, rested a hand on his forearm, stopping his motions.

“And I got all the information, heard my record is a hell of a lot better than yours.” Dove’s voice interrupted.

Luke’s eyes narrowed and Michael’s heart lurched, knowing what would happen if the two murderous blondes were allowed to act on their impulses.

“Luke you had date night,  we didn’t want to bother you-” Michael began.

“So you replaced me?!” Luke was yelling again and Ashton stepped forward, grabbing Luke’s other side as he cast a glance at Birdie, “and since when do you stand up for a fucking Raider?!”

They all knew that Michael was close with Harry, but he’d never tried to stand up for any Raiders to Luke’s face. This was a new low and it was obviously hurting Luke, pain evident in the blonde’s eyes beneath the anger.

“He doesn't need to stand up for me.” Dove pushed past Michael, “not against the asshole who murdered some of my friends-”

“I may have murdered your buddies but your fucking boss tried to fucking kill my girlfriend!” Luke screamed.

“As far as I heard, she let herself be tied to the chair.” Dove seathed.

Luke took another step forward and Birdie got in front of him, “Baby, please, it’s okay, you’ll have more people to murder another day-”

Luke’s eyes flickered down to his girlfriend and he visibly softened, knowing how hard it must have been for her to just be alright with him being addicted to killing, which he most definitely was.

“Luke has a right to be angry.” Puppy said, voicing her opinion for the first time, “this is Harry’s right hand woman-”

“Exactly!” Luke said, motioning to Puppy, “we’ve always said this whole thing was a fucking shit idea-”

“Luke you have to calm down.” Michael said, stepping forward yet again.

Dove’s eyes flickered to him then narrowed, “I’ve got places to fucking be.” she stated, moving towards the door.

“Don’t you dare fucking go after her, we are not finished-” Luke began but Michael was already following.

He caught up to her outside her car and before he could even say anything, Dove had turned to look at him, anger written all over her face, “what the fuck was that?!”

“What-”

“You didn’t need to fucking stand up for me! We fucked but you’re not my fucking boyfriend, hell, you’re not even my friend! You think that just because I’m a girl, I need your help? News flash, I’m a gang member, just like you, and I don’t need your fucking help.”

Michael’s blood was boiling, hating the fact that other peoples beef had gotten him dragged into this mess, “jesus fuck, have you ever stopped to think that maybe I stood up for you because it’s my goddamn job?! I’m in charge of the merger, it’s my responsibility to make sure things go smoothly. I can’t just have you and Luke fighting in the middle of the bar! This has nothing to do with the two of us fucking, I’m not a child, I know it didn’t mean anything to you! Look, I know you’re strong enough to defend yourself, it’s one of the things I kind of love about you, but you don’t always have to be the one fighting. You’re in the Aces now, and we stick together, which means I am here whether you fucking like it or not.”

-----

“And then she just got in the car?” Harry laughed.

“Yeah, what the fuck right?” Michael couldn’t help but chuckle.

“She’s an interesting one.” Harry mused, swirling the liquor in his glass, “I’m kind of shocked that the two of you fucked though, she usually keeps to herself, not a fan of guys thinking they need to protect her, explains why she got so pissed though.”

“Thought she was dating a tech guy?” Michael asked.

Harry’s brows furrowed, “hmm?”

“The guy who taught her html.” Michael clarified.

“Are you…” Harry set down his glass, “I think you mean Noah, he was her friend.”

Michael thought back to the conversation, he’d assumed she meant a special guy as in a boyfriend, but she’d never clarified it for him… in fact, she had said specifically that tech runts weren’t her type. “What happened to him?”

“He died a year or two back.” Harry explained.

“Was it-”

“Aces, yeah, but not one of your guys.”

“And they were just friends?” Michael prodded.

“Always suspected they coulda been more, but as far as I know, nothing ever happened. They spent a lot of time together. Noah’s the one who actually suggested she join the gang, knew her from a few jobs or summat. Yeah, they were close, when he died...” Harry shrugged, “well, she got more closed off after that.”

“I can imagine.” Michael frowned.

“Do you actually like her?” Harry asked.

“I mean she’s interesting.” Michael could feel his skin flushing, “not used to being around girls like her-”

“Yeah, your gang has no women, you all sexist or some shit?” Harry asked.

“Well, no-” Michael laughed.

“Hey mate,” Harry cut him off, “mind if I ask, how’s… uh, how’s Birdie doing?”

Michael looked at Harry, “she’s fine.”

“Hmm…” Harry looked deep in thought, and Michael wondered what was going through his head, “if you were interested in Dove, Birdie would be important. She’d be open to Dove, Puppy wouldn’t be.”

Michael chuckled, “you think ahead.”

“That’s why I’m at the top and you’re not.”

“You’re at the top because we let you be.”

“Hey, take that back!” Harry glared, pulling Michael into a headlock.

Michael managed to escape with a laugh, “fuck off.”

Harry grinned, “look, whether you wanna fuck Dove or not, you need to ease the tension between her and your friends, do it through Birdie.”

“And when am I going to start forcing you to hang out with them so Luke doesn’t murder you?” Michael asked.

“Hmm…” Harry laughed, “hopefully not any time soon yeah?”

----

Dove’s chopsticks picked at her leftover Chinese food, her eyes watching the thick noodles move amongst the vegetables.

She’d been on edge when she’d seen the notorious ‘Angel Face’ and she had to admit that she’d snapped when it came to Michael afterwards.

In the moment, all of her rage had been justified, but after his retort, she’d realized maybe there were things she hadn’t been considering.

Dove was used to the alpha male types who let that mindset lead to assertion of dominance but Michael wasn’t like that. He really had been stepping up from a place of partnership, and Dove had simply not been used to it. Someone supporting her without an ulterior motive? Wild.

And, she realized, without Michael or the others stepping in… it would have definitely led to a fight which was not the best idea in the world.

Dove was confused about everything Michael related.

She didn’t date, let alone date gang members.

After Noah had died, things had been tough. She’d spent over a year wondering what could have been if she’d let loose and allowed them to be something more, if they’d both been able to look past their differences and give it a try. Although her heart didn’t ache as it had before, her brain remembered, and she reminded herself to try to be more open when it came to Michael.

She had slept with the guy, which was a big step.

But she hadn’t been able to help herself. Murder always had that sort of effect on her and the adorable way Michael smiled had enraptured her already racing heart. Maybe Michael was a good idea.

The dinging of her phone distracted Dove from her food, she cussed, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.” she mumbled, scanning the text, she typed ‘is this mandatory?’

The response was immediate: ‘yes’

-----

“Why are we here?” Luke groaned, head lolling back as he stared at the ceiling of the restaurant.

“Michael thinks you and Dove need to get to know each other-” Birdie explained for probably the hundredth time.

“Yes, but why did I come?” Luke asked, looking at his girlfriend.

“Because I asked you to.”

Luke sighed, “true.”

Her hand went to his thigh under the table, offering a small squeeze as Dove and Michael entered the restaurant. Dove looked stiff, arms crossed over her chest as she sat into the booth next to Michael who was smiling, “how are you to doing?” he asked.

“Good, you?” Birdie smiled sweetly.

“Fantastic.” Michael picked up the drink menu and a waitress approached.

“Can I get you guys started with anything?” she asked.

“Shots.” Michael stated, “let’s start with twelve shots, three each, I’ll do whiskey, Vodka for the blonde guy, tequila and lime for his girlfriend and-”

“Whiskey for me too.” Dove interjected.

The waitress nodded and scurried away as Birdie grinned at Michael, “three shots each?!”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll drink two of yours.” Luke said, arm tightening around her shoulders reassuringly, “wouldn’t want you blacking out and ending up robbing a store for lollipops.”

Dove studied the blonde, noticing how soft he looked as he addressed the girl tucked under his arm. He had yet to say hello to Dove, address her, or even so much as look at her, but it was a step above screaming.

“I’m Birdie by the way,” the brunette girl said, holding out her hand to Dove, “we met briefly at The Luxury but, well... anyways, I’m Birdie.”

Dove looked at Birdie’s extended hand, as did Luke and Michael. Everyone waited for a moment then Dove reached forward, shaking it, “I’m Blades.”

Birdie’s eye brows furrowed, “I thought-”

“Call her Dove, she hates it.” Michael interrupted.

“Oh Michael, you didn’t.” Birdie giggled.

“Does he give nicknames a lot?” Dove asked.

“No but he has an obsession with animal nicknames.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’m Birdie, and the bartender you met, she’s Puppy-” Birdie began.

Dove sighed, turning to look at Michael, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Michael held his hands up in defense, “hey! The nickname fit! You’re an olive branch, a symbol of peace-”

Both Luke and Dove scoffed, only to narrow their eyes at each other, Michael quickly jumped in again, “I mean I could always call you Kitten-”

“I’d have to kill you.” Dove stated.

“So I guess we’re sticking with Dove then.” Michael shrugged.

The waitress appeared with all of the shots, setting them down on the table, “can I grab you anything else?”

Birdie nudged Luke who looked down at her then to the waitress, “yeah, do you guys have uh, whats it called, the fries with gravy and shit”

“Poutine.” Birdie whispered into his ear.

“Poutine.” Luke stated loudly.

“Yeah, I can grab you a poutine.” the waitress smiled, turning to go.

“Oh, and some wings.” Luke called.

“Salt and pepper.” Birdie whispered.

“Salt and pepper.” Luke said, just as loudly as the first time.

“With ranch dip.”

“With ranch dip.” Luke reiterated. The waitress nodded again and scurried away.

Michael was used to this type of shit from the couple. Birdie got a little anxious when it came to ordering things, and Luke was always more than happy to step up and do it for her. Michael hated to admit it, but he thought it was cute.

Luke grabbed his shot and everyone else followed suit, Birdie reached for the salt shaker and Luke brought her hand to his lips, kissing it before he licked it, startling Birdie who immediately tore her wrist from his grasp, giggling loudly.

“Luke!” she tutted.

“It’s for the salt babe.” he assured her, taking the shaker so he could put some on the recently licked skin, then he handed her the lime.

Luke clinked his glass with his girlfriends, completely ignoring Michael and Dove as he shot his while Birdie reached out to clink her shot with Michael’s, then offering it to Dove, who reciprocated after a moment.

Unlike the three gang members who all took their liquor with graceful expressions, Birdie’s face scrunched up as she shoved the lime in her mouth and Luke smiled, watching her with eyes full of adoration.

“Feeling better?” Michael asked, finally getting Luke to look at him.

“Again.” Luke stated, ignoring the question and grabbing his next shot. Birdie groaned but reached forward only to have her drink pulled away by Luke, “you don’t want another one.” he stated.

Which was true.

“If she wants to take another shot, you should let her.” Dove said.

“Oh, so you know my girlfriend better than me huh?” Luke turned his glare to her, “guess you got to know her when your asshole boss kidnapped her hmm?”

Michael sighed, “Luke, you and Birdie are kind of weird, it looks a little weird-”

“Stay out of this Michael.” Luke said.

“Just looks like you’re controlling your girlfriend.” Dove said, “wouldn’t be the first guy in a gang to be an abusive asshole.”

Michael’s skin prickled, palms sweaty as he looked between the blondes who were both squaring up. His gaze met Birdie’s and she looked panicked, “okay, I can see how it would look that way-” Birdie began.

“Are you seriously accusing me of being abusive?” Luke’s voice was low, a growl that had everyone at the table, but Dove, on edge.

“If the wife beater fits.” Dove sneared.

There was a moment of complete silence and panic. Michael burst out in awkward laughter first, “what a saying! Is that even a saying!? I’ve never heard that one before!” he said loudly as Birdie wrapped her arms around Luke’s shoulders, grabbing at his face to make him look at her, “hey pretty boy, hey, she just doesn’t know, it’s okay, it’s okay.” she cooed.

While Birdie distracted Luke, Michael turned to Dove, “why are you pissing him off?” he hissed.

“I just pointed out a particular behavior that could have suggested abuse, more people should be calling attention to this sort of shit.” Dove glared.

“Okay, yes, but trust me, Luke would never hurt Birdie-” Michael began.

“Excuse me, but is this the same guy that crashed his car into Harry’s and almost got everyone killed?” Dove asked.

“It was a misunderstanding, we didn’t think Harry would have Birdie in the car with him-” Michael began to explain.

“So you’re all just stupid.”

Michael sighed, hand reaching out for his shot, “you know what? Maybe.”

Dove grabbed her glass and Luke followed suit, not about to be out done by the other blonde. As they all downed their shots, a sigh of relief settled over the table, Birdie having successfully reassured her boyfriend that Dove just didn’t know what she was talking about, and that if Luke just played nice, Dove would realize soon enough that he would never hurt her.

As soon as the glasses hit the table, Dove reached for a third and Luke once again mirrored her, their eyes locking as they drank again. Michael groaned, following suit.

Then Luke moved one of Birdie’s extra shots forward, the clear liquid almost sloshing over the rim as it slid towards Dove who accepted it. The blondes once again locked eyes, downing the tequila without salt or lime which made Birdie cringe just watching.

“More.” Luke stated.

“You might want to slow down mate-” Michael began.

“Do you want us to get along or not?” Luke snapped.

“Well yeah-”

“Then let us get drunk.” Dove said, finally finding something she and Luke agreed on.

Birdie perked up, nudging Luke who immediately saw what she was looking at: the waitress walking towards the table with their appetizers.

As the food was set down, Dove leaned forward, “we’ll have some more shots-”

“Four more shots-” Luke butted in.

“Make it five.” Dove stated.

“Make it six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Wow, you can both count, great.” Michael stepped in, “eight shots should be enough.”

“Of vodka, wouldn’t want the ‘pretty boy’ forcing down a big boy shot.” Dove stated.

Luke glared, “make it whiskey.”

“You sure?” Dove said, voice sickly sweet, “wouldn’t want you to choke on an actual drink.”

“Whiskey.” Luke stated again, “make it nine.”

“Eight will be fine.” Michael assured the waitress.

As soon as the waitress was gone again, Luke turned to Dove, “how many people have you killed?”

“Luke!” Birdie gasped in shock.

“You can’t just ask people how many people they’ve murdered.” Michael groaned.

“Too many to count.” Dove stated, “you?”

“So fucking many.”

Birdie had pulled the plate of poutine forward, grabbing a fry, she held it up to Luke who finally tore his gaze from Dove so he could let Birdie feed him, nipping at her fingers to make her giggle.

He was starting to feel the effects of the liquor, a happy buzzing erupting over his skin. His entire attention was focused on the love her his life as she popped a fry into her mouth before grabbing another to feed to him again. She was weary of his teasing bites, pulling her fingers away quickly before he could take another nip at her skin. The giggles that erupted from her made him laugh, and Michael let out a sigh of relief, Luke’s walls were coming down.

Beside him, Dove also seemed to be relaxing, her shoulders not as stiff underneath the black leather that hid her body from Michael’s would be wandering eyes.

He tried to come up with something the pair had in common, something they could bond over but the only thing he could think of was murder. Finally he sighed, seeing no other way around it, “so Dove, what’s your favourite kill?”

Dove sighed, leaning forward on the table, head on her palm, “that’s tough. There have been so many good ones.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“You have one at the top of your head?” Dove asked.

“This one torture sesh I did a year or two back, huge guy, lasted a long time. That shit went on for hours-” Luke began.

“Love it when they last longer.” Dove mused, smirking at Luke who returned the sinister look. Michael and Birdie were once again watching the two cold blooded murderers, and although Birdie wasn’t thinking too hard about it, Michael was sensing the sexual undertones, and his heart was racing, thinking about what had happened between him and Dove.

“And when they beg?” Luke laughed.

“Fucking love it when they beg.” Dove agreed.

Birdie’s eyes widened, finally catching on to what they were saying.

“The way your skin feels-” Dove began.

“Splattered in blood.” Luke finished.

Birdie’s nails clicked along the table for a moment then she said, “I have to go to the bathroom.” and Michael nearly wanted to join her if just to get away from the conversation that was making all of the killers at the table so hot and bothered.

“I’ll come with.” Luke stated, turning to look at his girlfriend, eyes full of hunger.

“Uh, no, I was actually thinking… maybe, maybe Dove would want to come with me?” Birdie asked hopefully.

Dove looked her up and down for a moment. She’d never been the type to have girl friends. Never the type to go to the bathroom just for the sake of talking about her feelings. But fuck it, this was as good a time as any she supposed.

Birdie even grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers as the small brunette pulled her through the restaurant. It was a pretty high class place but that wasn’t a surprise to Dove, most of the gang members in the city liked to flaunt their money.

The bathroom was large, with a fireplace and two couches - it was that kind of restaurant. Birdie went to the sink, opening her purse. Calum, Ashton and Puppy had convinced her earlier that she needed to interrogate Dove, and Birdie supposed she did want to know a bit more about the blonde, but that just couldn’t happen in front of Luke.

“So Michael seems to like you.” Birdie stated, finding her lipstick in her bag.

Dove leaned against the counter. She was feeling a pleasant buzz and she had to admit that it was lowering her inhibitions. Plus, the girl in front of her seemed so nice and friendly. She couldn’t see any reason not to talk to Birdie, to not open up. Besides, Dove knew getting along with the Aces was important, she had to be making more of an effort to merge, like everyone else had.

“Does he?” Dove asked, wishing that boy talk wasn't going to be the conversation that helped her bond with the pretty brunette.

“Yeah, is there anything there?”

Birdie wasn’t even looking at her, which Dove appreciated, it was less pressure, but for some reason it made her want to be a little less guarded, “I mean we slept together-”

“You did not!” Birdie squealed, turning to look at Dove with a huge smile on her face. She was practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s not a big deal-”

“Oh so you’re like Puppy, the whole ‘I slept with a gang member and it doesn’t matter because we all just sleep around like it’s no big deal.’ thing.” Birdie teased.

“I mean, sort of.” Dove couldn’t help but smile, then she groaned, realizing she was actually enjoying the boy talk, “fuck, Harry mentioned you were gangster kryptonite-”

“Stop it!” Birdie giggled, “but seriously, you and Michael? Wow, I can totally see it!”

“You can?”

“Oh yeah.” Birdie smiled, “you’re all gorgeous and dangerous and you have a cool nickname-”

“Dove?”

“Okay, Dove is nice but Blades is pretty cool. You know, if you don’t like Dove, I can call you Blades-”

“I actually don’t mind Dove.” she sighed, turning to look at herself in the mirror, “Blades sounded kind of pretentious anyways.”

“I want to apologize for Luke by the way,” Birdie said, once again picking up her lipstick, “he’s really protective. He’s a great guy. I know he can be kind of weird but… well, I love him you know? And he’s really good for me-”

“Don’t worry, I know he’s not abusive.” Dove sighed, “you two actually look pretty good together.”

“So…” Birdie’s eyes flickered from her lips to Dove, “Luke killed your friends.”

“I’ve killed his too.” Dove sighed.

Birdie put her lipstick down, “sometimes I wonder why you guys stay in the gang.”

“It’s what we’re good at, it can be hard to leave, and… at the end of the day, it’s family.”

“I guess you’re right about that.” Birdie mused, “anyways, so you slept with Michael-”

Dove hid her face in her hands which is when she realized how far gone she was from the shots she’d taken, and, how much she actually liked Michael, “fuck, I’ve only known the guy like a week.”

“Michael’s a teddy bear.” Birdie smiled.

Dove groaned, “I know, it’s so annoying.”

“So… I have to ask, and don’t hate me for this, but, okay, so the others are kind of suspicious of you, and I guess I’m just- there’s been some talk about your gang still trying to sabotage The Aces or something and, well, Michael’s a pretty integral part of the Aces-”

“I’m not going to seduce him then break his heart.” Dove said, “not my style.”

“Okay. good. Cuz if you did, well, I would be very upset with you.” Birdie narrowed her eyes but she could only pretend to be menacing for so long before she broke into a grin again, “so are you two going to date?”

“I wouldn’t go that far-”

“What? How come?” Birdie turned to look at her with wide eyes.

Dove almost laughed, “life doesn’t work that way-”

“Yes it does.” Birdie insisted, “you like someone so you date them.”

“We can’t just-”

“Why not?”

“Well…” Dove thought about it, “his friends don’t like me.”

“I will make them like you.” Birdie insisted.

“But… who knows if he even likes me.” Birdie’s eyes widened and Dove groaned loudly, “see, this is why I don’t date, men are so fucking confusing and you’re looking at me like I’m some dumb teenage girl who's never dated before-”

“I’m just shocked because you’re so gorgeous and confident-”

“Please don’t.” Dove sighed again.

“But you are!” Birdie insisted.

“I’m good at killing people, that doesn't mean I have good people skills.”

“If Michael asks you out, would you say yes?” Birdie asked.

“If you talk to him about this-” Dove began to warn but she stopped herself, not about to threaten the soft girl in front of her, “please don’t.”

“What if I just give it a little push? Just a little one?” Birdie asked.

Dove was conflicted. Maybe it was the booze, or the threat of actually feeling something for someone, but she was worried. Torn. she’d been in this situation before and chosen to ignore the blossoming feelings, only to lose any chance she’d ever have with the guy when he was shot dead in front of her apartment. And now here she was again, with an opportunity to grab what she’d missed with Noah or possibly feel the same regret all over again.

Dove sighed, “gangster kryptonite and certified matchmaker hmm? Let me guess, you also like to bake and regularly hold gang game night?”

“I tried that but Ashton, Puppy and Calum are too competitive.” Birdie frowned for a moment, “but yes, certified matchmaker.”

“If this goes bad I’ll have to change my name and dip out of town-”

“It won’t go bad!” Birdie insisted.

Was Dove really about to place all her trust in Birdie? The girl who hand fed her boyfriend, was wearing a pink sweater dress with matching fuzzy flip flops and bubblegum nails, and cringed at the taste of tequila?

Dove made a mental note not to get drunk around Birdie again.

-----

The shots had arrived while the girls were in the bathroom and Luke had helped himself to four of them already, all but collapsing on the table as he held his face up with his hands, “so…” Michael grinned, watching his friend pick at the poutine, “Dove’s not that bad huh?”

Luke looked up at him then laughed loudly, “did you sleep with her Michael?”

“How… how did you get that from what I just said?”

Luke shrugged, “you like blondes, that's why none of us worry about you with our girlfriends.”

“So it’s not because I’m just a stand up guy?” Michael laughed.

“No.” Luke’s hand reached out for another drink that Michael moved away from him, earning a groan and pout from the blonde, “give me.”

“No.”

“When Dove comes back, she’ll drink with me.” Luke stated.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, she’s nice.” Luke said, shoving fries into his mouth.

“So you want to hang out with her again?”

“Yeah.” Luke groaned, resting his head on the table, “where’s my baby?”

As if on queue, the girls returned. Luke’s arms widened and Birdie entered them, running her fingers through his hair, “hey you.”

“Hey princess.” he smiled against her neck.

Her gaze went to Michael and the new shots on the table, specifically the empty ones, Michael shrugged at her and she sighed, knowing there’s nothing he could have done to stop her boyfriend from drinking. “You tired?” she asked.

“Hmm.” Luke hummed, lips pressing against her skin in delicate butterfly kisses.

“We should probably get going soon yeah?” she asked.

Luke nodded, rubbing his face against her neck, “smell so good.”

“I’m gonna get this one home.” Birdie told the other two before pressing a kiss to the crown of Luke’s head.

He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, he tossed a bunch of money on the table, “on me.” he stated.

Birdie got out of the booth and Luke followed suit, arms around his girlfriend who somehow managed to support him, “you going to say goodbye babe?” she asked.

“Bye Michael, bye Dove.” Luke smiled.

“Be safe.” Michael stated.

“You be safe.” Luke retorted.

Michael chuckled, watching Birdie help Luke from the restaurant.

“So we gonna finish these or what?” Dove asked, motioning to the five shots still on the table.

“All of them?” Michael laughed.

Dove shrugged.

“Guess those four shots weren’t enough for you?” he teased, accepting the shot from Dove.

“I’m hardcore.”

“I know.” Michael smiled, earning a small shove from Dove. they clinked their glasses and drank, slamming them back down onto the table.

He was also feeling the tingly, boozy sensations running through his body and god, she was beautiful.

Dove caught him looking at her lips and felt her skin heat up as she grabbed another shot.

“You should slow down.” Michael advised, “don’t wanna be carrying you home tonight.”

“You don’t?”

Michael chuckled, not expecting her answer, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking at her, “I mean, I’d be down to, but something tells me you’re not into that sort of thing.”

“You’re right.” Dove laughed, “you already know me so well.”

Michael was shocked at how open she was being, how teasing, how… sweet. He wondered if she could always be like this, if he managed to get past her barbed wire riddled walls.

There were three shots left and Michael really wasn’t in the mood for getting pukey drunk. Dove’s hand reached forward for another shot and Michael put his hand over hers, stopping her, “you sure you want that shot Dove?”

Her eyes were focused on their hands and after a moment, Michael looked down too, watching as she fully interlocked their fingers.

Michael’s phone buzzed and Dove quickly tore her hand away, with a groan, Michael answered his phone, “yeah?”

“Where the fuck are you mate?” came Harry’s angry british drawl.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s taco and thrones night asshole!”

Michael thought hard for a moment then he cussed, “shit, fuck, really? We were serious about that?”

“Well, I was! Did you seriously forget about this?”

“Kind of?”

“What a fucking fake fan you are.”

“Look, I can be there soon-”

“Bring snacks.” Harry hung up.

“Are you seriously choosing Harry over me?” Dove asked.

Michael sighed, “I promised him like a month ago that I’d watch Game of Thrones with him when it came back on.”

“Why would you do that?” Dove laughed, “he’s just going to get super drunk and yell at the tv.”

Michael shrugged, “sounds fun, I think you’re just pissed that you’re not invited.”

Dove glared at him, “then invite me.”

“Wanna come watch game of thrones get super high and drunk and yell about the Lannisters?”

Dove shrugged, “got nothing better to do, so I guess.”

-----

Harry opened the door in nothing but boxers and a black silk robe, a bottle of scotch in his hand, “You made it!” he hugged Michael, “and you brought Katherine with you.”

“Katherine?!” Michael squeaked, turning to look at the blonde, “your name is fucking Katherine!?”

Dove shoved past Harry into his apartment, “asshole.”

“No wonder you hate it when I call you kitten!” Michael screamed, “that’s literally your name!”

“It’s not.”

“Katherine, katy, kit, cat, kit kat, kitten-”

“Michael shut up!” Dove groaned, collapsing onto Harry’s couch.

“Where the fuck were you two?” Harry asked as Michael entered the apartment, walking into the kitchen where an entire taco station was set up.

“Drinks with Birdie and Luke.”

“How’s my favourite gang couple doing?” Harry asked, following Michael to the kitchen to begin making himself a taco.

“Cute as ever.” Michael said absentmindedly, “and I thought you were more of a Cashy fan?”

“What the fuck is a Cashy?” Dove called.

“Calum, Ashton, Puppy, those three scare me.” Harry admitted.

“Same.” Michael agreed.

They made tacos and went to join Dove who was sitting on the sofa. Harry took one edge, splaying his legs open with one arm going behind the couch, leaving the middle for Michael.

The show began and Harry leaned forward, focusing completely on the tv for a solid five minutes before he let out a long sigh, “not high enough for this shit, anyone wanna smoke?”

“I’m good.” Dove sighed while Michael held up a hand.

“Your loss.” Harry said, opening a box on the coffee table to remove a blunt which he then put between his lips, grabbing a lighter before going out to the terrace. He shut the door behind him.

Dove stretched out on the couch, putting her legs over Michael’s lap, “you doing alright Kitten?” he teased.

“Fuck you.” she said but she was smiling, arms stretching over her head as she let out a soft moan, “feeling great.”

“How drunk are you?” Michael asked.

“Just a little buzzed, why?” she pulled her legs back and for a second Michael was glad about the disappearing pressure on his lap, but then she got up on her knees, swinging a leg over Michael so she was straddling him, “worried you’ll take advantage?”

Michael swallowed thickly, looking up at the blonde, “think you’re the one taking advantage.”

“Hmmm” her voice was low, sexy, and it made Michael’s heart thump faster, “think you’re letting me though.” His hands moved to her hips while her fingers came to dance along his chin, exploring the stubble, “want you to mark me up with this.”

A groan left Michael’s lips before he could stop it, fingers moving on their own accord, digging harshly into Dove’s hips as he pushed down, helping her grind against him.

“Such pretty lips.” Dove mused, finger dancing along his bottom lip.

She leaned down, breath ghosting over his face teasingly as he waited for her to kiss him, tilting his head up eagerly. Her eyes searched his and she grinned, finally closing the distance.

One of his hands came up to tangle in her hair, keeping her lips on his in case she felt like being a tease again and pulling away before Michael had had his fix. Their tongues clashed desperately as Dove grabbed at Michael’s hair, pulling it harshly, Michael gave in, letting her gain access to his neck.

Her lips teased the skin, tongue running over his adams apple as it bobbed while he swallowed thickly, groaning. His eyes opened and he turned his head a little to look towards the terrace. Harry was standing at the glass sliding door, grinning ear to ear with a bunt between his lips, he wiggled his fingers at Michael before making a few thrusting motions and Michael groaned, turning his head so his lips could meet Dove’s again.

“Harry’s coming back.” he said, wanting nothing more in the world than for the situation to continue, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t fuck her on Harry Styles’ couch with Harry watching while high as fuck on the terrace. Hell, even if they’d gone to a bathroom or the spare room Michael had crashed in before, it still wouldn’t have felt right.

Michael had never had an issue with sex outside the bedroom before, so the fact that he was helping Dove get off of being on top of him was a shock.

Dove looked at Harry who had by that point turned to look at the sky line again, “do you think he’ll make us watch the whole episode?”

“Probably.” Michael said, picking at his pants that had since gotten far too tight.

“Are you even into this show?”

Michael shrugged, “Harry likes to laugh about the cringey sex scenes and he lets me be on my phone for most of it anyways, so it doesn’t matter much to me.”

Dove groaned, taking a deep breath, “I need water.”

“Good idea.” Michael watched her go to the kitchen and grab a glass.

A soft cool gust of air signified that Harry had come back inside, he looked ecstatic, bounding to the couch to sit down, “let’s watch this fucking show.”

----

They’d both walked with their hands tucked into their jackets, an obvious distance between them as Michael escorted Dove to her apartment which was just a few blocks from Harry’s.

The tension was prickling Michael’s skin, the silence uncomfortable and deafening.

They’d both sobered up and both of them were confused about the whole situation.

Both of them assumed the other only wanted sex but neither was willing to clarify that notion, which meant, when they stopped in front of Dove’s apartment, neither had any clue what to do.

Michael opened his mouth when his phone dinged and he looked down, narrowing his eyes at the new chat that had popped up on his phone. He knew the two contacts but it was a bit of a shock to see them in the same place.

Birdie and Harry’s icons were clear as day, as were the words ‘Green light! Green light!’ and ‘its a go cliffo!’

Michael quickly typed: ‘how do you two even have each others numbers?’

While it sent, a humping gif flashed on his screen from Harry and a few moments later Birdie said: ‘that dont matter mike, dove likes you!’

Michael frowned, ‘wut?’

‘SHE. LIKES. YOU.’

‘GET IT!’

“Who is it?” Dove asked.

Michael shoved his phone in his pocket, looking up at the blonde. He took a deep breath, feeling more anxiety than he had in ages. He itched to have a gun in his hand, that would make life easier.

“No one, uh, you gonna invite me up?” he asked, heart thumping in his chest again.

Dove studied him for a second, pulse racing. She took a deep breath and a leap of faith, “yeah, come on.”

Michael followed Dove into the building to the elevator, taking it to the top floor. They stayed quiet and Michael wondered what he was even going to say to her. She opened her apartment and Michael followed her inside, not wasting a moment to take everything in before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to his chest, lips close to the shell of her ear, “still want marks?” he asked, hoping, praying, he sounded seductive instead of awkward as fuck.

Dove turned in his hands, throwing her arms over his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his. He had no clue where anything in her apartment was so when he pushed forward with his hips, making her walk backwards, he hoped they’d hit something eventually.

Dove bumped into something and mumbled “couch” (or maybe it was ouch? Michael wasn’t sure) against his lips. Michael opened his eyes briefly so when he shoved her down, he’d be sure she landed somewhere, then he got on his knees at the edge of the sofa, “take off your shirt.” he stated, already grabbing at her boots to remove them. First he slid out the twin blades, placing them delicately under the couch where they couldn’t harm anyone.

He tore her jeans off fluidly, along with her panties, leaving her exposed for him for the second time in two days. Michael lifted her foot gingerly, pressing a kiss to her calf before he continued up her leg. He rubbed his cheek against her skin and Dove shivered, fingers shaking as she unclasped her bra and let it slide away.

Her hands immediately went to his hair, tugging at the bleach blond locks to urge him forward as he got closer and closer to where she needed him.

His lips made contact with her inner thigh and a soft moan left her lips as he rubbed over the recently kissed skin with his cheek, the scruff making a slight burning sensation that was driving her wild already.

Michael finally took a teasing lick, flicking her clit and earning another whining sound, Dove’s fingers pulling lightly at his hair. Her hips thrust forward in an effort to get him to continue and Michael obliged, wrapping his lips around her sensitive bud so he could suck it into his mouth, tongue lapping at her.

He maneuvered himself so he could slip two digits inside of her, groaning at how wet she was for him. He curled his fingers up, thrusting them slowly as more of an afterthought to what he was doing with his mouth. His teeth grazed the soft bundle of nerves and Dove’s body jerked under him, the loudest moan yet ringing through the room.

“Fuck!”

He smirked, sucking harder and quickening the pace of his fingers. As she fluttered around him and more curse words left her lips, hips spasming to the point that he had to physically hold her down with his free hand, he knew she was about to come undone for him and he revelled in it.

She clenched around him, a loud whine like angels singing as her fingers tugged harshly at his hair and Michael continued his motions, prolonging the experience to the best of his ability until she was a shaking mess, only when he was one hundred percent sure she was done did he pull away.

He licked his fingers greedily, looking up at the beautiful woman as he stood. In a post orgasm haze, she struggled to catch her breath and Michael took the time to look around the apartment.

His eyes landed on the tv, and the gaming console underneath it.

“Holy shit!” he screamed, making Dove’s eyes snap open with concern before she realized he was just excited as he ran over to look at her games, “I didn’t know you were a gamer?!”

Dove pushed herself up, “yeah.”

He picked up the Call of Duty, “this makes so much sense to me.”

“Are you… are you going to come back here?” Dove asked.

“Uh…” Michael looked over his shoulder at her.

Dove sighed, “your loss.”

“But we can play video games?” Michael asked.

“Yeah.” she grabbed at her jeans, pulling them on, then found her bra, sliding it back on next, “online, multiplayer, zombies-”

“online.” Michael stated, grabbing two controllers he came to sit next to Dove on the couch, handing one to her. As the game turned on they both tried to set it up which led to a bit of a fumble and finally Michael sighed, allowing her to pick everything.

The game loaded, “if I get more kills than you, you have to fuck me.” Dove stated.

“And if I get more kills?”

“Then you’re allowed to fuck me.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Michael laughed.

Dove stood up and Michael was about to question it when she got in front of him, he moved his arms so she could sit down on his lap, getting comfortable and earning a groan from him, “what are you doing?” he asked.

“Sitting.” she answered as his arms wrapped around her, resting the controller and his hands on her lap. He could still see the tv over her shoulder, and he moved her hair to one side, exposing her neck so each breath sent tingles across her skin.

He pressed a soft kiss to the skin, only stopping when the game begun.

Michael tried to focus but Dove kept moving slightly, her ass pressing against his aching cock and earning deep, gruttal moans from Michael. “Fuck, stop moving.” he cussed when a particular motion made his leg jolt, watching himself get shot by someone that he would have easily been able to kill on a regular day.

“Im not moving.” Dove said innocently.

Michael groaned, using one hand to grab her waist and force her to be still but as soon as he went back to the controler she moved again.

He was almost panting against her throat now and Dove smirked.

His forearms pressed into her sides in an effort to hold her still, using his chest to lock her in against him. She loved how big he felt behind her and in a way Dove even enjoyed the constriction.

Breathing was getting difficult for her, the feeling of his boner pressing against her ass was too much of a distraction and finally Dove snapped, “move your arms.”

“No.”

“Move them!” Dove growled.

Michael groaned and followed her instructions, eyes flickering between her and the tv in confusion as she got onto the floor, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she asked, tossing her controler away as she immediately began to unbuckle his jeans. Her fingers slid under the waistband and one hard tug had them down enough for her to access his throbbing cock.

When her digits wrapped around it, Michael jerked, muttering “fuck.” as he once more struggled to look between her and the tv.

“Play your game.” Dove stated.

Michael growled when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue teasing in a swirling motion before she slid down more, cheeks hollowing around him.

His hips twitched and Dove rested her hands on his thighs, nails digging in as she began to bob up and down, eyes closed, revelling in the small, deep moans leaving Michael’s lips.

She focused on the tip a little more, realizing that when she did this, Michael’s noises got louder.

When Dove pulled away Michael was about to protest when she began removing her clothes again. When she had gotten off her pants, Michael briefly let go of his controller to allow Dove to straddle him, his hands reconnecting behind her back as she sank down on his cock, making both of them moan.

“What’s you kill score babe?” she asked, kissing at his neck as he tried to focus on the tv over her shoulder.

Dove’s hands settled on his shoulders as she began to move up and down, finding a pace that worked for her, something not too slow but not too fast either.

“Bout sixty.” Michael answered, voice shaky.

“Make it a hundred and I’ll let you cum.” Dove stated.

Michael groaned loudly, narrowing his eyes at the tv as a sudden determination to find enemies to kill surged through him. It didn’t help that Dove had sped up her motions and the feeling of euphoria was pulsing through Michael’s body.

He tried to focus on the tv, tried to ignore the feeling of the woman sliding up and down on his throbbing cock.

Dove reached behind herself, unclasping her bra so she could throw it across the room. Her breasts pressed against his front and she pulled away a little so with each movement they bounced against him.

Part of Michael wanted to whimper at the feeling, but he pushed it away, focusing as he racked in more kills like a machine.

“Ten.” he stated.

“What?” Dove moaned, nipping at his ear with her teeth as her nails dragged over his gang tattoo.

“Nine.” two moments passed, “eight.”

He was counting down how many more kills he had before reaching one hundred.

With each new number, Dove sped up, using his countdown as a timer to reach their highs. As he got to four, Michael had began thrusting up a little, trying to meet Dove’s movements as more low moans tumbled from his lips.

“Two.”

Dove let out a high whine, pulsing around him in anticipation.

Michael didn’t even say one, he simply threw the controler across the room, hands grabbing Dove’s hips as he lifted her up, getting her onto her back on the couch as he entered her again, jack hammering inside like his life depended on it.

Dove’s fingers tangled in Michael’s hair as their lips smashed together, teeth and tongues clashing. She came almost immediately, moaning into Michael’s mouth as his hips spasmed, her orgasm bringing him to the edge as well.

“Fuck.” he panted after a few seconds, hips finally slowing, then stopping as they panted against each other, Dove running her fingers through Michael’s hair as they both came down from their highs.

“Will you go out with me?” Michael asked, voice half mumbled against Dove’s neck.

“Yeah.”

“Thank fuck.” Michael fully buried his face against her skin, making her laugh as his scruff tickled the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“Was this whole night to get Luke to like me so you could ask me out?” Dove asked.

Michael thought about it for a second, “that sounds so fucking weird when you say it like that.”

Dove laughed, “it’s nice.”

“Yeah?” Michael pulled away so he could look at her face.

“Yeah. You’re not like a lot of the guys I know. Which is a good thing.” she assured him, fingers brushing over his cheek bone and pretty lips.

“You’re not like the gang girls I know.”

“You don’t know any gang girls, Harry says The Aces are sexist.”

“We’re not sexist!” Michael insisted.

“Sure you’re not.”

Michael groaned, “what I mean, is, fuck- here’s an example: Puppy. When she started seeing Ashton and Calum it was just sex because that’s what people in gangs are used to. It took her getting kidnapped for them to pull their heads out of their asses and just fucking commit.”

“Are you commiting?” Dove furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“No, I mean, uh, well,” Michael groaned, “I’m saying this isn’t just sex for me, in case that was something you were worried about.”

“I was worried about it, but I’m not anymore.” she assured him, “I want this. I want to try this. Whatever this is.”

Michael beamed at her, then his attention was taken by the tv, “hey! Our team won!”

------

As soon as Luke’s eyes landed on Dove, he began running, “dibs!” he screamed, trying to get to the back torture room before she could, but Calum and Ashton blocked him at the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting there first.” Luke tried to move past Calum who wouldn’t budge.

“You two will be interrogating together.” Calum stated.

“What?”

“It will be fun.” Michael said, clapping Luke on the back.

“No it won’t.”

“Hate to tell you this Luke, but you admitted to me at the bar the other night that you were kind of interested to see what the hype about Dove was.” Michael sighed.

Luke groaned loudly, “fuck.” he leaned forward, eyes flickering to where Dove was standing with Birdie, voice a whisper, “you didn’t tell her that did you?”

“I did. Also told her you said she’s nice and want to hang out again, so here you go, hang out, torture someone together, should be fun.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Michael, “you���re dating officially now aren’t you?”

“Again, how the fuck did you get that from what I just said?!” Michael laughed.

“Fucking knew it.” Luke groaned, “so I guess I have to be her friend now huh?”

“I mean, it would be nice-” Michael said.

Calum cleared his throat, “have you told Puppy?”

“No, but she should be fine with it right?” Michael asked, “I mean, if Luke can get over it-”

“Puppy holds grudges.” Ashton stated, “she never forgets anything.”

“Why doesn’t she like Dove?” Michael asked in confusion.

“Something about a huge ploy to undermine this entire gang through seducing you-” Calum began.

“Birdie insists that it’s not true-” Ashton cut in.

“Birdie says what?” Michael looked between the three men.

“We may have asked Birdie to interrogate Dove once she was drunk while you four were at the restaurant the other night.” Ashton said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“You what?!”

“Don’t worry, she checked out, Birdie couldn’t stop raving about her for hours, it was shit for my hangover.” Luke stated.

“I can’t believe Birdie was a spy for you assholes-” Michael said in shock.

“She wasn’t a spy.” Luke interrupted, “we could only convince her by saying it was her looking out for you.”

Michael sighed, “fine. You guys go ahead, I’ll talk to Puppy.”

“Good luck.” Ashton said, immediately turning to go to the back room, not interested in being around for the Michael and Puppy interaction.

Michael waved over Dove, grabbing her hand which he gave a small squeeze, “have fun.”

“We will.” she assured him, offering a smile before she went to follow Luke.

The sound of them discussing murder technique got quieter as they disappeared and Michael turned to the bar where Birdie was with Puppy.

He took a deep breath and walked over, feeling more judgement from the dark haired bartender than he had ever felt in his life, “so me and Dove-”

“It’s a bad idea.” Puppy stated.

“Look, she’s a nice girl-”

“She literally murders people with dual blades she keeps in her boots.”

“And you’re dating not one but two gangsters, one of which is a leader so, I dunno, seems pretty even to me.” Michael pointed out, “I know you think the merger was a bad idea but it was a decision that was made by Ace leaders. Don’t you trust us? Don’t you trust Cal?”

“I have trust issues.” Puppy stated as a matter of fact.

“Well that sounds like something you should work on.” Michael said, only realizing once the words left his lips that he sounded like a douchebag, “shit, I’m sorry, I just, I really like her. And it’s new, but I want it to have a chance and that can’t happen if you’re mean to her.”

Puppy looked him up and down and Birdie fidgeted with her nails awkwardly.

“Luke’s warmed up to her.” Michael said.

“Because Birdie made him.”

“I don’t make Luke do anything.” Birdie quipped in for the first time.

“Puppy, please.” Michael said, reaching out a hand to her, “for me?”

Puppy groaned, grabbing Michael’s hand finally so he could squeeze it, “fine. But it’s not going to last.”

“Then it doesn’t last.” Michael shrugged.

Puppy searched his face, “I’ll be nice but I won’t be happy about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” Michael smiled.

Puppy shrugged, “it’s not going to last.” she said again with complete certainty.

She was wrong.

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(so this is just the start of their relationship. Dove and Michael will be back in the Harry fic that will also be dropping this week, its like 23+ K and features everyone from this AU so yeah :) )

[angelbabylu]

Can We Just Talk? // AI

pairing: reader x ashton

warnings: angst, smut

word count: 9.1k

summary: lashton are brothers in this fic, reader & luke are best friends, reader is secretly fucking his brother

notes: about a month and a half ago i saw this picture of Luke and Ashton looking like brothers and i decided to write a smutty blurb about it. anyway here we are 9k later. this,,, is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written. its like only 4k actual plot the rest is smut. shout out to @baby-loba bc our hoe sessions inspired this fic tbh. It is only this nasty bc of you. also @aspiringwildfire for reading it & giving me advice before i posted. and @5sex-of-summa  for finding the picture for the fic (and @5sosnsfw for trying lol). love you all 

this fic is inspired by talk by khalid

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The air turned heavy with anticipation. The second Luke got up and began walking away, both (Y/N) and Ashton had their eyes trained on his back, waiting for him to step out of view. When Luke rounded the corner, Ashton was on her. The hand that had previously been resting on her thigh crept closer to her heat and his mouth attached to her neck, lightly teasing the skin there.

“Fuck,” She groaned out, so overwhelmed she could barely keep her voice down. Silently, she thanked whatever deity was watching that the TV played loud enough to drown out her moans.

Moving to another spot on her neck, Ashton whispered, “You brought this upon yourself, baby girl.”  

1.

About three hours before, (Y/N) had received a text from Luke that simply asked movie night?

She had texted back immediately with yes!! can i stay the night?  

Movie nights had always been a staple of her and Luke’s relationship, but only recently had she begun getting so eager to spend the night. If Luke noticed, he hadn’t said anything. Perhaps he thought it had something to do with how lonely she got in that apartment by herself. That was only half of the truth.

The other half was that she liked what it meant for her and Luke’s older brother.

She had met Luke when they were both freshmen in Communication 101, bonding over their love for classic rock and their dreams of working in the music industry one day. She wanted to be in management and Luke wanted to produce music like his older brother. (Y/N) didn’t meet said brother until she followed Luke to LA, unable to fathom her life without him.

She remembered the day she met this brother very clearly. She was sweaty and disgruntled, unused to the boiling LA heat. Having been there for years already, he was seemingly unaffected.

The first thing he said to her was, “Are these yours or Luke’s?” signaling the boxes stacked on the right side of the U-Haul. As if she wasn’t hot enough, he had her flushing hotter. She could definitely see the family resemblance - the curly hair, the square jaw, the pronounced chin - but when he smiled, her heart reminded her that this was definitely not Luke.

“Those are Lu’s.”

“Cool,” he nodded. “I’m Ashton by the way.”

They lasted all of one year before they started fucking each other.

Luke, of course, had no idea. She and Ashton weren’t anything serious, so there was no need to concern Luke with the idea of sharing his best friend with his older brother or vice versa. And sometimes the struggle of always being around Luke, unable to touch each other, made their relationship even hotter. They were always finding ways to rile each other up without Luke noticing.

Like earlier that night, for example.

When she first got to the house, Luke was in the theater room flicking through movies on Amazon, while Ashton was in the kitchen preparing snacks. Instead of helping Luke with his choice, she lied, “I need to go to the bathroom,” and immediately made a beeline for the kitchen.

Ashton was standing with his back to her in a black sleeveless shirt, chopping a pineapple into small bite-sized pieces. She paused for a second, eyes trained on the swell of his bicep as his hand worked the knife, she could tell he had been working out.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me from the doorway?” He asked, snapping her out of her bicep fantasy.

(Y/N) let out a small chuckle before silently crossing the kitchen floor to him. She knew her and Ash were just friends with benefits, but moments like this made it easy to forget.

As soon as she got behind him, she placed both hands on his waist, got on her tiptoes, and placed a kiss gently on the side of his cheek. A feeling of warmth spread through her chest as he leaned into her. Then, he turned his head just as she moved to the side, both in sync, both bringing their lips together for the first of many times that night.

“Hey,” she greeted as they parted. She slid away and moved to stand at the counter to his right, close enough that his arms brushed hers when he resumed his pineapple chopping. Grabbing a slice, she slipped it into her mouth.

She didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked down to her mouth, watching as she licked the dripping pineapple juice from her fingers. When the air in the room went heavy, (Y/N) was not surprised. It was like this whenever they were around each other. There was something about being in each others presence that brought a cackle of electricity.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” She said, the bashfulness of her voice contradicting what she was about to do. “I’m going to need to borrow your hand for a second.”

He shot her a questioning look but pulled his hands away from the pineapple slices nonetheless. A small, lopsided smirk began playing on his lips, enough that she could see the slight indent of a dimple.

“My fingers are a little sticky.” He wasn’t sly. She knew exactly what he wanted.

She grabbed his hand, stepped closer, and said, “That’s okay, I can take care of that for you,” before bringing his fingers up to her lips. This wasn’t a part of her plan, but to say she had a thing for his fingers would be an understatement. She pulled three fingers into her mouth, loving how he immediately took over, pressing on her tongue as she licked and sucked around them.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t the surprise?” he asked, eyes locked on her lips as she switched out the three fingers for his thumb.

She shook her head, tongue circling the thumb. When she pulled it out, a small translucent strand of saliva still connected them. She licked her lips to break it.

“Nah, that was just a little extra,” she admitted with a wink. Ashton was always so responsive to her ministrations, it made her bold.

She moved the hand away from her mouth and slowly guided it down to the edge of her t-shirt dress, eyes locked with his the entire time. He took over, other hand coming to join the first, pulling her flush against his chest as he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her skin under his fingers. It only took a few seconds before he realized the surprise she was showing him. He groaned, grabbed her ass in both hands, and pulled her even closer to him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hands skimming up and down her lower back confirming, “You’re not wearing any panties.”

She nodded her head against his chest. “Wanted to make it easy for you,” she murmured. Her breath hitched as a large hand gripped her ass cheek and pulled before lightly gave it a light slap. “So, we don’t have to waste any time when Luke finally falls asleep.”

“How the fuck,” Ashton responded through gritted teeth, “Am I supposed to sit through this movie knowing you’re right next to me with no panties on?”

She looked up at him, bit her lip and shrugged. “But speaking of movies, I better go back to the theater room before Luke starts wondering where I am.”

As she pulled away, he shot her look that told her she would pay for teasing him like that later.

--

It was later, and she was paying.

Knowing Luke wouldn’t be in the kitchen for long, Ashton made quick work of wetting his fingers and pressing them on her clit. The feeling had her gasping, throwing her head back, and biting her lips to control her moans.

“Wish I could eat you out, baby.” He whispered, lips brushing against the column of her throat. “Wish we had more than a couple of minutes so I could get down and eat you out right here. You wouldn’t be able to sit through another movie night without thinking about my fingers and tongue inside you.”

He had a filthy mouth; she had a love-hate relationship with it. She loved listening to him talk but hated how he just had to breathe one word, and she’d be wet and pliant for him.

“Or maybe next time I’ll get you a vibrator, pretend I don’t realize how I’m ruining you while you struggle to stay quiet and still so Luke and I can enjoy the movie.”

Whining, she bucked her hips up, begging for more than the glide of his fingers between her folds, craving those fingers inside her. Grabbing the arm that was working her pussy, she dug her nails in hoping that he’d oblige.

He didn’t. Instead, he kept teasing.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Love struggling to stay quiet with a vibe inside you?”

And he really didn’t have to ask. He knew how much the thrill of getting caught made this thing with him even hotter.

But she whined, “Yeah,” anyway. Her breath hitching as his fingers finally slid inside her. Her other hand settled on his thigh with an iron grip. She needed something to hold on to - everything was too overwhelming.

Her next whine was interrupted by the sound of the microwave beeping in the kitchen.

Ashton was off her in an instant. He licked his fingers - reminiscent of that moment they had shared in the kitchen - before moving away and grabbing his phone. She gasped at the loss of him, at how quickly he had shifted off of her and took on a cavalier demeanor at his end of the couch.

Without even looking back at her, he said, “You might wanna cover up, baby.”

She was still struggling to compose herself, but she pulled her dress down, crossed her legs, and threw the blanket back over her for good measure. She had hoped that she could catch her breath, that she could control the flush on her face before Luke made it down the hallway and back into the TV room.

No such luck.

When Luke walked in, he took one look at her and asked, “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, hoping she didn’t sound too breathy. “But maybe we should head to bed after this movie? I’m a little tired.”

Luke shrugged, “Yeah I have an early day in the studio, anyway.”

For the second time that night she thanked whatever deity was up there looking out for her, helping her get laid.

--

The rest of the movie was a blur. Ash was a steady presence beside (Y/N), his hand resting on her thigh under the blanket, reminding her of what they could be doing that very moment. Luke was on the other side of her, reminding her why they couldn’t.

The half an hour it took for the credits to roll in was torture. It felt like every minute, Ashton’s hand would creep higher and higher up her thigh.

She knew he wouldn’t try anything - not with Luke draped against her. Too much movement on either of their part would alert Luke to what was going on. As much as a part of her wanted to say “fuck it,” wanted to drag Ashton upstairs, to let him have his way with her, it would be better for everyone if she waited patiently for the end of that half an hour instead.

When the movie was over, she and Ashton were out of their seats immediately. She grabbed Luke’s hand, trying to pull him off the couch and up the stairs.

“Let’s go to sleep,” she whined, hoping he wouldn’t see through the fake yawn that followed.

When he yawned in return, she counted it as a win. He still didn’t move from his spot on the couch, however, suggesting instead, “We should at least help Ashton clean up first.”

Ashton shook his head, already picking up the trays with a few pieces of fruit still leftover. “‘S okay, I got it.”

“You sure?”

Luke looked surprised. (Y/N) didn’t understand why - Ashton was always cleaning up after them. It was kind of his love language, these little acts of service.

“Thanks, Ash. Love you,” Luke chimed, finally standing up.

Ashton rolled his eyes in response. But they had a rule about always repeating the sentiment when one of them said I Love You, so as (Y/N) and Luke ascended the stairs, they were accompanied by the sound of Ashton calling “Love you too. Goodnight,” after them.

Luke and (Y/N) had done it so much lately, getting ready for bed together was almost routine. They spent about a half an hour together in the bathroom, brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and applying the various creams and serums of their nightly routine, all the while chatting about everything from industry gossip to what Luke should do with his hair. As Luke talked, she could lend him no more than half an ear, her mind consumed with thoughts of Ash, wondering if he was already in his bedroom waiting for her.

She wondered if he would take some time to rile himself up while he waited. Maybe he was sitting on his bed, idly playing with his dick, hissing as his fingers ran over it, knowing that his hands could never do her pussy or her mouth justice. Her mouth watered just thinking about it. She needed to get to him as soon as possible.

It took Luke all but screaming her name for her to snap out of this fantasy.

“You okay?” He asked, obviously concerned about her uncharacteristic spaciness.

Knowing she couldn’t very well say, “Sorry, I’m thinking about fucking your brother,” she shrugged and mumbled, “Just tired, I guess.”

Luke led them both out of the bathroom, shutting off the lights behind them. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Eagerly, she bounded towards the bed, lifted the covers, and slipped in. When Luke slipped in beside her, she breathed out a sigh of relief. She hoped he would fall asleep quickly so she could sneak from his bed and into the room right next to his.

About ten minutes later, she got her wish. Luke’s breath was coming out in short huffs which usually indicated that he was asleep. “Luke?” she tested. When he didn’t respond, she snuck from underneath the covers, making her way out his door and over to Ashton’s.

Ashton had been waiting for her. He must have heard her footsteps approaching because before she could even knock, he was opening the door and pulling her in. He had to be careful closing the door behind her, knowing that a slam could wake Luke easily - and waking up alone to a noise coming from elsewhere in the house would mean Luke coming to investigate. That was the last thing either of them wanted.

“God, I wish I could be rougher with you,” Ashton groaned, pushing her lighter than he wished against the door. He grabbed both ass cheeks immediately, kneading them in his large hands. “Wish I take you hard and fast until the headboard was slamming against the wall and you were screaming my name.”

The very idea of it had her squirming and moaning, pushing back against his large hands, hating the way he riled her up with no way of making good on his promises. She thought maybe the following day they could meet at her place, be as loud and as rough as they wanted to. She didn’t get the chance to suggest it before he’s wetting his finger and bringing it to her hole. Rubbing around, he was surprised to find her already a little wet with anticipation. He pushed the digit inside her, playing with her for a moment, darting in and out of her, loving the way she pushed back, trying to get the finger deeper.

As much as she loved getting fingered by him, she was horny, and this was not what she came for. She reached a hand behind her, rubbing down the front of him, trying to get a hand on his dick. He was only in his boxers, which made it easier for her to grip and rub it.

“Let’s take this to the bed maybe?” she suggested, words heavy with desire.

His finger slipped out of her; then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the bed, pushing her down to lay on her back. He grabbed her waist lining her up with the edge of the bed where he knelt before her.

“You have to be quiet,” he reminded, hands roaming up and down her thighs. This was a game they played. He liked to see just how much he could drive her crazy as she struggled to remain silent.

She bit her lip and nodded, “I can stay quiet,” but he threw her a skeptical look.

“One sound and I stop,” he warned, and with the warning still in his hazel eyes, he bowed and took to her heat.

She had to bite her lips to keep from crying out right away, squirming as he flattened his tongue and licked between her folds.

He licked a broad stripe over her pussy, coming a to stop at the clit, bringing it in between lips and sucking. She wasn’t expecting it, the pressure was too much - she had to bring her hand up to her mouth, covering it to prevent a cry. She could all but see him smirk at her reactions. He knew it was a matter of time before she couldn’t contain her screams anymore.

She tried. She did. She bit her hand, and her tongue and her cheek, bucking as he dragged his tongue back and forth against her. She could hardly breathe. One hand reached down to grip his hair for purchase, as she tried to lift her hips off the bed, chasing more of that sinful tongue laving over her pussy.

When he took her by surprise, sucking her clit into his mouth once more, both hands went to his hair, and she cried out, “Fuck, Ashton.”

She was so caught up in the heat of him, she didn’t realize what she’d done until he was off her, looking unimpressed.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

But it was too late. Ashton got what he wanted. She was always wound so tight in her everyday life, he loved that in bed he could get her to be less than perfect. And she loved the feeling of giving up control, something she had a hard time doing outside these moments with him.

“Turn over,” he ordered, standing up to remove his boxers as she rolled onto her stomach and got up on her knees, face pressed up against the sheets, ass waving in the air. When he looked up from where he had kicked his boxers off to find her ass in the air, he groaned and grabbed it for the third time that night. To say he was an ass man would be an understatement.

She wasn’t sure when he had rolled a condom on, but she felt his plastic clad dick pushing into her. When his dick bottomed out, she could already feel herself becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside her. Her toes curled, and her hands reached out grip the sheets. When he started fucking into her, she knew that she would have a hard time staying quiet.

With every stroke she had to make an effort to control her moans, bringing her hand to cover her mouth, biting the sheet below her, holding her breath. None of this made a difference when Ashton began picking up speed, pounding into her.

She was whining lowly, twisting, trying to take him deeper, when he grunted, “You gotta be quiet, baby girl.”

And she nodded, but she really couldn’t control herself, each other breath drawing a moan or gasp or whine from her.  

Eventually, Ashton flattened himself against her, strokes becoming shallow and slow. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Shh, Luke’s gonna hear you.”

She shook her head against his. “Can’t.”

The sensations were too much. She couldn’t control herself.

“Just gonna have to help you out then.”

He pulled out of her, and she gasped whining at the loss of contact. Then he was flipping her over, leaning over her on the bed, realigning himself and pushing into her. This time, he had one hand braced beside her head, twisting in the sheets, the other came to curl around her throat.

There was something about his fingers around her neck that quieted her. Maybe it was just the sheer act of dominance that down, causing her to submit in every way. It brought her feelings inward, bringing awareness to how her entire body was aflame.

It felt so good to have him pounding into her while she was unable to breathe. She could feel her orgasm building, and by the look on his face, his orgasm was coming too.

When she came, her whole body seized, squeezing down on his dick. That had him chasing his own orgasms, a few pounds into her before he was coming too.

He rolled off her slowly, pulling off the condom, tying it, and placing it in the trash. When he came back to lie down next to her, he caressed her face, running his thumb over the light sheen of sweat that had collected on her upper lip and pressing a small chaste kiss on her lips.

“Was that okay?” he asked, fingers rubbing at where they were choking a few minutes before.

(Y/N) nodded, knowing that he liked checking up on her after getting particularly rough.

He searched her face, making sure she wasn’t just saying it, making sure she was actually alright, before saying “Good,” and capturing her lips again for a kiss.

This time it was filthy, tongue dipping into her mouth, rubbing against hers.

“We should get under the covers maybe?” He suggested. Then he gestured to both their states of varying undress. “I mean I’m cold.” He didn’t have anything on, but she was still wearing her dress, bunched up at her hips.

She chuckled but shook her head. She did consider it very briefly. Since they’d started fucking, she had gotten kind of addicted to the feeling of his arms around her. But, she knew she couldn’t, Ashton knew she couldn’t, not when Luke had fallen asleep with her in his bed an hour before.

Sitting up she said, “Gotta get back before Luke notices I’m gone.”

She saw the moment his face fell and fought to ignore the tightening of her chest. Leaning down, she moved for one final kiss. “We can do something tomorrow night?” she suggested, remembering her earlier idea. “You can come over, and you can get as rough as you want and we can even cuddle after.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, in a manner that almost sounds like relief, burying his hand in her hair and pulling her down for that last kiss. 

2.

When Luke left early the next morning, (Y/N) almost left too. She had an entire morning routine - gym, breakfast, then work, like clockwork, every morning. Yet, all it took was her being in the same house as Ashton to get thrown off her game. She felt pathetic just sitting around for him to wake up, so she ended up making herself some breakfast. It was nothing fancy - just a smoothie from the leftover fruit in the fridge and an English muffin.  

She had the blender on high when Ashton emerged from his bedroom, coming to greet her in the kitchen. She didn’t hear him coming up behind her, so the hand on her waist and the kiss to her hair was a surprise.

“Morning,” he mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice. He released her and moved over to the dishwasher to grab a cup. “What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the gym?”

“Just woke up,” she lied, figuring that sounded infinitely less pathetic than I couldn’t bring myself to leave without seeing you.

He smiled as he filled his cup with water from the fridge door. It was a knowing smile, one that told her he was well aware she hadn’t just woken up. Before he could call her out on her lie, she asked, “Do you want to do lunch?”

“Sorry,” he responded, causing a cloud of disappointment to settle over her. “I have lunch with an artist. But I’ll be by your place tonight, okay?”

She obviously didn’t do a good job of hiding said disappointment, because he was crossing the kitchen floor to grab her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Don’t be sad,” he said, kissing her once on the lips. “I’ll more than make up for it tonight.”

--

She had lunch with Calum instead.

“Speaking of Ashton.”

That was a mistake.

“Were we speaking of Ashton?” She asked throwing him a look of irritation. They were not. He had waited until there was a lull in the conversation to spring the topic on her.

Which really could only mean one thing.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she said, “He told you.”

Calum at least had the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry,” he said. “But to be fair, you had to know he was going to tell me.”

She opened her mouth to argue but couldn’t. Ashton and Calum were very big on openness and honesty with each other. Ashton keeping a secret from Calum was rare, unheard of even. She should have expected it, but that didn’t mean she was any less annoyed by it.

“To be honest,” She joked as a means of hiding her frustration. “I’m surprised he didn’t roll over and text you immediately after he finished. He at least waited until he got me off first. I’m proud of him for that.”

The joking also kept the bubbling anxieties at bay. It quieted the voice in the back of her mind trying to tell her that one more person in on her secret was one additional variable she had to keep track of. Being with Ashton made her feel out of control enough. She loved it in the moment but, at times like these, the lack of control burned a hole in her chest.

Unfortunately for her, Calum sobered the conversation. “You’re not mad that I know, right?”

She didn’t know how to respond. Yes, she was mad, but she was trying very hard not to be.

“It’s me. I’m not going to tell anybody.”

And she knew that. There were definitely worse people that Ashton could have told. But at the same time. . .

“I don’t know, Cal. I was kind of hoping it would be just between him and me.”

“Why? This group has never kept secrets from each other. I know intimate details about both your sex lives. What makes this time any different?”

She sighed.

She had forgotten who she was talking to.

This was Calum Psychoanalyst Hood, and she was ever his favorite patient. She had a habit of ignoring her feelings and making bad decisions, and he had the habit of pointing them out. But never in an upfront manner. He preferred to let her know he was concerned about the way she was acting without letting her know why. She hated it; she had a reason for ignoring those feelings in the first place.

They were interrupted then by the waiter shuffling towards the table to ask if everything was okay with their meals. She clammed up as Calum said, “Everything is great, thank you.”

The waiter brought a brief reprieve to their conversation, both of them taking a moment of silence to begin eating again. This did not last long. Both her and Calum were too confrontational as people to just leave the conversation be.

She cracked first.

“Maybe I didn’t want him to tell you because I thought you’d make a big deal about it and do something like, I don’t know, ruin our lunch by terrorizing me about it.”

“I’m not terrorizing you. Two of my best friends are fucking each other and keeping it a secret for some reason. I can’t help but be concerned.”

“What’s concerning? There’s no need to be concerned. It’s just two adult friends having frequent consensual sex with each other. No need to be concerned.”

It felt hypocritical for Calum to be concerned about this. He had many different friends with benefits arrangements. She did too, and so did Ashton. Why would it be a problem now?

As she looked up into deep brown eyes, heavy with apprehension, she knew, one way or another, that she was about to find out.

Calum was silent for a beat, letting her anger seethe while he took a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his water.

Then he said, “Am I correct in assuming that the reason you don’t want Mikey or I to know is that because you’re afraid that Luke will find out?”

Oh right, Luke.

That was the one thing she worried could blow up in her face. But she couldn’t just tell Luke. There were so many reasons why Luke could react badly. Most notably was the fact that she and Luke had become inseparable in the last few years. Luke had gone through a lot of shit with his ex in their final year of college and (Y/N) was his crutch throughout the aftermath. When they left for LA a year ago (just a few months after Luke broke up with his girlfriend), Luke had been friendless, depressed, and was a borderline alcoholic. She spent months picking up the pieces. There are moments from his rehabilitation that still haunted her; moments where Luke’s newfound abandonment issues were out in full force. She had been the last of their old friend group to stick with him, and while Luke never said it outright, she knew he was afraid of losing her too.

He was a lot better now, but she could see how he might think this thing with Ashton meant losing her. Was it so terrible that she wanted to enjoy her relationship and spare Luke’s feelings at the same time?

As if the thought of Luke finding out wasn’t haunting enough, Calum followed up with, “Well, afraid probably isn’t the right word since you guys keep almost having sex around him.”

That comment wasn’t particularly fair. Yeah, she and Ashton frequently teased each other in Luke’s presence, but they were careful about it.

(She didn’t want to think about how careful had a habit of flying out the window with Ashton around.)

“You guys might want to stop that if keeping Luke in the dark is truly your aim.”

And there he went, being cryptic again without explaining himself. She felt irritation building like an itch, and she had to scratch. She couldn’t let him continue.

“What the fuck do you mean if it’s truly my aim?” She asked, voice low, ever aware of how easy it was for her to get loud. “You know I hate it when you psychoanalyze me like that.”

“I’m just saying,” Calum pushed back. The intensity of his voice matched hers, but without the underlying anger and irritation. “That the part of you that so desperately wants no one to know needs to have a conversation with the part of you that’s itching to get caught.”

She pushed her bowl away. She was done. With the food and the conversation. She hated that Calum brought up such good points about the incongruity of her actions. She wished that he would just tell her what he thought it all meant.

She said as much to him, “Well since you know me so well, why don’t you tell me what I really want.”

“(Y/N), I know you dislike thinking about your emotions, but this is one thing you’re going to have to figure out yourself.”

Conversations like this were such a commonplace in her and Calum’s relationship, he recognized the moment she reached her breaking point.

“Go,” he said, and she stood immediately.  

One day she would learn to sit and fully finish an argument without having to run away or having to change the topic of conversation. For now, she behaved as she always had. She stored everything Calum had said in the back of her mind, ready to spend her day thinking it over, stood up and grabbed her things.

“Love you,” said Calum before she could walk away.

It was times like this where their dumb little rule about always saying “I love you” back was so important. When she and Calum had an honest conversation like this, his  “Love you” served as a way to remind her that he said what he had because he cared.

She parroted her, “Love you, too.” It released her of all the negative feelings that arose and reminded her that their friendship was much more profound than her mild irritation.

As she passed by his chair on the way to the exit, she stopped. She placed a tiny kiss to his hair, smiling as he leaned into it. 

3.

That the part of you that so desperately wants no one to know needs to have a conversation with the part of you that’s itching to get caught.

Calums words ran through her mind all day. Did a part of her want to get caught? She didn’t think so. It was probably more accurate to say there was a magnetism about Ashton that made her throw all caution to the wind. That was the bigger issue. She was so consumed by her thirst for him, that she constantly forgot herself.  

Had this been anyone else, had she been in her right mind, she would not have allowed it to continue for as long as it did. She knew what she had to do - she had to take control. What she and Ashton needed were boundaries.

But boundaries were easier said than done.

She was sitting on her living room sofa hours after her lunch with Calum. She ruminated on what he had said, a glass of wine in one hand, the rest of the bottle sitting in wait of its consumption atop her coffee table. In her other hand was her phone. She had been staring blindly at it for a few seconds now. She hadn’t decided yet whether to take snapchat up on their offer to respond or their offer to replay.

She said, “Fuck it,” aloud to herself, then tapped replay.

As the video started, all she could see was Ashton’s hand and in it was a tiny, purple, egg-shaped device with a small hook curving off of it, and an equally small remote. She felt heat pool in the pit of her stomach immediately. Her eyes hadn’t deceived her the first time - he was, in fact, holding a vibrator.

“Hey baby,” his voice came rolling through the speakers, gruff, sexy, and commanding as always. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today. Thinking about how you’d look with a vibrator in you as you sat through one of our movie nights, trying to keep your whines quiet.”

He rolled the device back and forth between his fingers as he spoke.

“The thought of you being quiet for me, being a good girl for me, got me so worked up that I had to stop by the store on the way home. I bought us a vibrator.”

She was expecting the camera flip this time, ready when Ashton’s face popped up on screen. The phone was close enough to his face that she could feel the lust in those deep hazels burning through the phone. “And luckily for us, the boys wanna hang out tonight, so what do you say?”

She bit down the part of her that so desperately wanted to say yes and overwrote it with reminders of Luke and why boundaries were necessary.

Ashton, she typed out, holding her breath as his little bitmoji popped into the chat. I don’t think we should do these things around Luke anymore.  

As soon as he read her message, he was facetiming her. She declined the call immediately,  worried that he would be more than capable of convincing her to go against personal interest.

So instead of getting a conversation face to face, he got a text message. We don’t need to talk about this Ash.

I think we do.

She took one look at the bubble at the bottom of the screen that indicated Ashton was typing and decided that she really didn’t want to hear it. Acting on pure instinct, she turned off her phone and threw it on the couch just opposite her.

Going wireless for the night had not been the plan, this conversation with Ashton definitely was not the plan, but she decided to use it to her advantage. Picking up her laptop, she began catching up on some work, all the while desperately trying to distract herself.

Nearly eight o’ clock, two hours later, her efforts prove to be a success. She was so caught up in the analysis she was doing for work, she didn’t even think when she heard a knock on the door.

After picking up her glass of wine and draining the last of it, she absentmindedly moved towards her door.

“Who is it,” she asked stopping just shy of the knob, hand already outstretched.

“It’s us.” The gruff, unmistakable sound of Ashton’s voice had her pausing in surprise.

Fuck.

Her only consolation was that he said “It’s us,” and not “It’s me,” which could mean Luke was there. And Luke would make a great barrier between her and Ashton if needed.

She tried to steady the shaking of her hands as she reached out and opened the door. Standing there were Luke, Ashton, and Michael, all portraying varying emotions. Luke, as always, looked happy to see her, Michael looked his usual excited puppy-like self, but Ashton, she could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)!”

Yeah, he was angry.

Her immediate response was to go on the defensive. “Don’t come into my fucking apartment and yell at me, dick face!”

Ashton ignored her and barreled into past her. Luke and Michael followed him in, shutting the door behind them. They stopped and stood, each of them flanking her as they watched Ashton go on his tirade.

“Where the fuck is your phone? Why haven’t you been answering any of our calls? We thought something happened to you, asshole.”

Before she could react, go to that place of anger and annoyance, Luke stopped them, stepping forward between her and Ashton. “Relax,” he called over his shoulder at Ashton. Placing both hands on her shoulder, he asked softly, “You okay, bubs? Was kind of worried when you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, allowing herself to be pulled into a hug. “My phone was off. I wanted to get some work done.”

The look Ashton shot her over her shoulder said he saw right through her lie. He knew she was trying to avoid him. She closed her eyes to it and buried her face in Luke’s neck.

Michael, in true Michael-like fashion, ignored all the tension in the room and announced, “She’s okay, just like I said she’d be. Can we go get food now?”

She must have been a pit stop on their way.

Luke pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes. “As long as you’re okay?”

She smiled, heart warmed by Luke’s concern. “I’m okay.” She promised. “I just wanted to get some work done. I’ll definitely let someone know next time.”

And that was enough for Luke. Looking past his shoulders, her eyes caught Ashton. That was not enough for him. He still looked furious, the intensity of his stare burning holes through her.

“You guys go ahead.” This was the first thing he’d said all night that rich with anger. “I need to talk to (Y/N).”

She hated the way that turned her on. She knew he was still angry. The thought of being alone with him and that anger should make her nervous, but instead it made her want to fall to her knees, have him use her until he wasn't angry anymore.

There were mumbled “okays” and “goodbyes.” Michael and Luke both hugged her and, before she knew it, they were alone.

She sat down and poured herself another glass of wine from the already half empty bottle. She was going to need it for this conversation. Ashton had already started pacing.

Three sips in and he was still pacing. God, she hated how hot his anger got her. She always thought that if she got into a relationship like this, based so heavily on passion, she would match her partner, anger for anger. But here she was, ready to submit if it meant getting what she wanted.

“Ash,” she began.

He didn’t even look at her.

She did not like that.

“I shouldn’t have turned off my phone, I get it. But I didn’t want to have a conversation about it. I didn’t want you trying to convince me.”

His head snapped around, eyes finally meeting hers. There was that animalistic passion again, burning bright in his eyes.  “We have to talk about shit, (Y/N). This isn’t going to work if you refuse to communicate with me.”

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. It just wasn’t that serious. It wasn’t like she was ending their arrangement. It was one small boundary. Putting her glass down, she sauntered up to him, stopping him in his tracks. She had other ideas about how he could use his anger.

“I’m sorry.” She reached one hand out, running it down his chest, allowing her nails to claw at him through the soft cotton material of his shirt.

He grabbed her hand and placed it back at her side. “Stop trying to distract me.”

Stepping even closer, she put both hands on his chest this time. “I’m just trying to apologize,” she said, letting her want spill over into her voice. She could feel his resolve breaking in the way his chest heaved beneath her fingers. She knew what would push him over the edge.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, daddy.” Dropping to her knees, she pouted, looked up at him underneath long, fanning eyelashes and breathed, “Please.”

That was all it took.

He swore and hastily undid his belt, shucking both his jeans and his underwear off to the floor. She watched, entranced, as he took his dick into his hands, pumping it twice. Her mouth watered at the thought of swallowing him down, getting him hard.

“God, look at you,” he groaned, one hand coming to rest at the nape of her neck. “You’re gagging for it.”

She whined and nodded, showing him just how desperate she was for it. She pushed his hand away and took over. Starting at the base of his cock, she licked a stripe to the top, moaning as she got to the head and sucked it into her mouth.

“Shit,” he whispered. A hand came to rest at her nape as she bobbed up and down a few times before finally taking him down to the hilt.

When she came back up again, spat on his tip and murmured, “Fucking love your cock,” using her thumb to spread her spit over the head.

She loved putting on a show for him like this, wanton and begging, because she loved the feel of his attention entirely on her. It also got him hard like crazy. It didn’t take long before she could feel him start to fill up her mouth. His breath was coming in pants from above her as he surrendered completely to her ministrations.

She was moaning on his dick, taking him down as far as she could go, when he stopped her.  

“Baby girl,” He moaned out, hand tightening in her hair. She didn’t want to stop. Ignoring his words, she sucked him down until she was choking on him, hands coming up to play with his balls.

She couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction as he cried out “Fuck.” He got a tight grip in her hair pulled. She whined and released him then, head rearing back to lessen the pain.

“Let’s take this to the room,” He commanded, bringing the hand from her hair to rest on her chin. Gently, he nudged her to standing height and pressed a soft kiss on her spit soaked lips. “Need to fuck you.”

She threw her arm around him and drew him down into a deeper kiss. Sliding her tongue against his, they took a minute to re-acquaint themselves with the taste of each other. He ended the kiss with a nip against her plump bottom lip.

“Bedroom,” he demanded. “Now.”

He stepped out of his boxers and pants before following her down the hall and into her room. On her way there, she removed her shirt and shimmied out of her pants, both items of clothing tossed over her shoulder haphazardly. Thank god she lived alone.

When they both got to the bedroom, Ashton pulled his shirt off, his last article of clothing, and came to stand in front of her. His lips immediately went to her neck, gently tracing down the side of it, stopping to nibble at her shoulders. His hands traveled down her waist, exploring everywhere, dipping into and out of her underwear.

“I’m still mad at you,” he grumbled.

She rolled her eyes but resisted quipping back for fear that it would set him off on his tirade again.

“We’re going to have to talk if we want this thing to work.” He continued, this time spoken from the spot beneath her ear.

Sighing, she pulled away from him and looked up into hazel eyes.

“I’ll be sure to talk to you next time,” she lied. “I promise.”

That was exactly what he needed to hear. He brought his large hands down to cup her ass, lifting her up, causing her legs to wrap around him on instinct.

“Thank you,” he said, before kissing her again, filthy and deep. She almost felt sorry for lying to him, but she knew that the best way to take control back from someone like Ashton, was to let him think he still had it.

He walked to the edge of the bed and gently deposited her on top of her comforter, mouth never once leaving hers.

“You gonna be loud for me tonight, baby?” He asked when they separated from each other. His words brought electricity back to the air, their usual passion burning bright.

She nodded eagerly in response. There was no need for secrecy between them tonight, no Luke to cause her to hold back her moans.

He nudged her to her stomach and pulled at her hips, bringing her to her knees. “Let’s get this off,” he said, slapping her cotton covered ass once gently before thumbing underneath her panties and pushing them off.

He wasted no time bringing a finger to her entrance. He slid inside her easily, pussy already dripping for him. His finger pumped in and out of her a few times before he brought another finger up to join the first. The feeling of his fingers was both too much and not enough. She loved his fingers, but she wanted more. She wanted to be full with him. She wanted his dick inside her.

She was about to complain when his fingers bent just right, and he hit that spot inside her that had her crying out. She arched her back and moaned at the feeling, “Fuck, Ashton.”

He hummed, pulling out his fingers, but dived down immediately to replace them with his tongue. He licked into her, laving between her folds, all the while her hands twisted and pulled at her comforter.

Without the pressure of being quiet that night, she chanted his praises, letting him know how good he felt. She allowed herself get so lost in the feeling of Ashton’s tongue on and inside her, when he came up for air she heard herself whine pathetically at the loss.

Chuckling, he bit her ass cheek then sucked until she was sure he had left a bright red mark she wouldn’t be able to ignore tomorrow. He liked eating her out from behind for precisely this reason. It was rare for her to walk away from Ashton without at least a couple of bruises on her ass.

He slapped the cheek twice, each time landing on the already painful bruise he had sucked. She felt her body quiver at the sting of it. She moaned his name, “Ash.”

“Ready for me to fuck you, babe?”

She could feel her whole body jerk with how heavily she nodded her head. The warmth of Ashton’s body disappeared from behind her for a moment as he reached over into her bedside table rummaging for a condom. She panted and pushed her ass back in anticipation.

With the condom rolled on, he returned his attention to her, crawling onto the bed behind her, grabbing her hips, and aligning himself with her before pushing in.

He started off slow, allowing them both to get used to that feeling of him buried deep inside her. She encouraged movement, pushing back against him, writhing impatiently, and gasping, “Fuck me, Ash.”

That was all it took for him to take charge. He grabbed her hips and established a rhythm as he slammed into her. The room filled with the sounds of sex. Each thrust was punctuated by the slap of their skin and her voice as she repeatedly screamed his name. She got loud for him, letting him know how good he made her feel, how she loved the feeling of his dick deep in her pussy.

She wasn’t surprised to feel her orgasm building. She had been worked up since the second he started yelling at her that night. When she came, her whole body clenched, and her knees gave out underneath her. He followed her down, dick still deep inside her. He slowed his thrusts while the waves of her orgasm passed, then grunted at how limp and pliant she was underneath him.

Pulling out of her, he flipped her over. He crawled over her, realigned himself, and pushed back into her. She cried out, loving how sensitive she was from her orgasm. She knew he was close too, they had done this long enough that she recognized that look on his face.

She brought a hand up and ran it through dyed red hair before pulling him down for a kiss.

That was the wrong move.

Instantly, she was consumed with the intimacy of the moment. There was nothing dirty and animalistic about the way he licked into her mouth. This felt like a different kind of passion, and that scared her like no other. He pulled away from her to look her in the eyes.

“I love this,” he confessed, one hand coming up to brush away the hair that was sticking to her face, his hips still snapping into her, his thrusts deeper and slower now. “Love doing this with you. I feel so connected to you.”

“I-” she started, but she didn’t get to finish because he was crying out, his hips stuttering to a stop as he came inside her.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the heady scent there as he climaxed inside her. They both laid still for a few seconds after he came, breathing in each other and basking in the afterglow. Seconds later he rolled away, tying off his condom and throwing it in her bedside trash bin.

She paid no attention to what she was doing. Her mind was far away. She allowed herself to be moved pliantly as he came back next to her and laid her on his chest.

“I” she had begun to say. If he hadn’t interrupted her, she might have said something she would have come to regret. And even Ashton, the way he said his piece, the “I feel so connected to you” felt deeper than his usual praises when they had sex.

What did it all mean? She didn’t know, but the twisting feeling she had gotten while talking to Calum earlier was back with a vengeance.

God.

Fuck.

She rolled off of him. This was getting to be too much - the closeness of them. She had felt it before, the way how the relationship felt like more than just a friends-with-benefits situation, but her stupid talk with Calum now had her dwelling on it. She wondered how they ended up here, trying to find the defining moment took their relationship from one friend eating out another at a studio in West Hollywood to this.

It happened while she wasn’t looking.

She sat up and moved towards her bathroom door.

None of that mattered anyhow, she tried to tell herself, not now that she was taking back control.

“Hey,” she called over her shoulder. “Make sure to close the door when you leave.”

There was confusion in his voice. He sounded almost small as he asked, “I can’t stay over?”

She took a deep breath and turned. Meeting his eyes, she begged her resolve not to crumble. “Why would you do that?”

They were silent for a moment, eyes locked on each other. For a moment she thought he would complain, make a fuss like he did earlier. Instead, he released a frustrated grunt and began to get dressed.

“See you later, Ashton.” It was hard not to look back as she walked into her en-suite.

-- 

end notes: ok so confession: this is theoretically parts 1-3 of a 9-ish part story, but I thought it worked well as a stand alone. don’t forget to let me know what you think! 

[lovingunderratedcharacters]

Okay so apparently the links on my rules post are still not working on mobile, so I’m just posting everything on here. The Request List and Master List are up to date as of 8/5/19.

RULES:

REQUESTS AND SHIPS ARE CLOSED.

I will be writing preferences for the following TV Shows/Movies:

Magnificent Seven (2016 version)

Newsies (Movie)

Band of Brothers

The Pacific

Generation Kill

Firefly

Titanic

Star Wars: Clone Wars

Saving Private Ryan

Inglourious Basterds

Fury

Armageddon (1998 movie)

Star Wars: Original (Luke, Leia, Han)

Star Wars: New (Anakin, Padme, Obi Wan)

Star Wars: Reboot (Rey, Finn, Poe)

Star Trek: Enterprise (tv series)

Star Trek: Voyager (tv series)

Maze Runner Trilogy

The Martian

Les Miserables

Holes

The Matrix Trilogy

Full Metal Jacket

Bones

(THIS LIST IS EVER CHANGING. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING THAT’S NOT ON HERE BUT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE A PREFERENCE ABOUT THE CHARACTERS, LET ME KNOW AND I’LL SEE IF I’VE EVER SEEN IT BEFORE)

Anons welcome.

If you do not specify which characters you want, I will use the main characters/the characters I know best.

I will only be writing preferences and headcannons. I may expand to reader inserts later on but those seem to take quite a bit of time.

I will write smutty preferences.

I WILL NOT write ANY triggering content (cutting, suicide, abuse, etc.) This is meant to be fun and I don’t feel comfortable writing something like that.

I have the right to refuse to write anything that I choose for whatever reason.

Check my masterlist and request list before asking me to write something.

I may take some time to write these (I’m a working college student in a rigorous pre-nursing program) so be patient.

Feel free to ask me anything!

REQUEST LIST:

THIS IS EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN REQUESTED SO FAR. I AM WORKING ON THESE AND ONCE THEY ARE POSTED, THEY WILL BE TAKEN OFF OF THE REQUEST LIST AND PUT ON THE MASTERLIST.

BoB = Band of Brothers

TP = The Pacific

GK = Generation Kill

IB = Inglourious Basterds

SPR = Saving Private Ryan

F = Fury

FMJ = Full Metal Jacket

First “I Love You” w/ Leyden, Jay, and Hamm Special Request (TP)

Lynn “Buck” Compton Headcannons (BoB)

Best Friends With Easy Company Headcannons (BoB)

Best Friends With The Marines Headcannons (TP)

Married Headcannons With Romus “Burgie” Burgin (TP)

Gigantic Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane Headcannons (TP)

First Time With The Men (Smut) (F)

Reader Relationship With Joker + Comforting Him After The War (FMJ)

How Donnie Shows He’s Attracted To Someone and How He Acts Around Them (IB)

Norman Ellison Headcannons (F)

Reader Runs Into Brad After A Breakup From Years Ago (GK)

How Animal Mother Reacts To Reader Being Shot By The Sniper (FMJ)

Wonder Woman-esque Reader Joining Easy (BoB)

Dating Don “Wardaddy” Collier Would Include (F)

Wonder Woman-esque Reader Joining The Marines (TP)

How They React To The Reader Leaving After A Fight (SPR)

First Time With Experienced vs Virgin Easy Men (BoB)

First Time With Experienced vs Virgin Marines (TP)

Dating Carwood Lipton Would Include + Smut (BoB)

Edward “Hillbilly” Jones Headcannons + Smut (TP)

Jay De L'Eau Headcannons + Smut (TP)

Blurting Out That You’re In Love With Them (IB)

Finding Out The Reader Is Pregnant (IB)

Archie Hicox Cuddling/Show Admiration Headcannons (IB)

Stanley Mellish Dating/Married Headcannons (Smut) (SPR)

Irwin Wade Dating/Married Headcannons (Smut) (SPR)

Reaction To Well Respected Female Sniper Reader Being Shot Accidentally By A New Guy (TP)

How Would The Men React To Being The Only One Left Behind With You Behind Enemy Lines And How Would You Work Together To Escape (BoB)

How Would The Men React To Being The Only One Left Behind With You Behind Enemy Lines And How Would You Work Together To Escape (TP)

Smutty Ralph Spina Relationship Headcannons (BoB)

Hanging Out With Ack-Ack Haldane in Guadalcanal and Australia Best Friends and Romantic (TP)

The Guys Giving You Advice After You Fail At Something (BoB)

Smutty Bill Guarnere Headcannons (Smut) (BoB)

The Guys Giving You A Present (BoB)

Hoosier Smith Headcannons Where He Slowly Warms Up To You and Getting Into A Relationship (TP)

How Would The Men React To Being The Only One Left Behind With You Behind Enemy Lines And How Would You Work Together To Escape (F)

Hugo Stiglitz Headcannons Where He Slowly Warms Up To You and Getting Into A Relationship (IB)

Anthony “Manimal” Jacks Headcannons (GK)

MASTER LIST:

THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN SO FAR.

Band of Brothers:

How They Kiss You (Visual)

Dating Joe Liebgott Would Include (Slight Smutty Reference)

Smut Preference for Shifty and Tab (Smut)

Dating Ron Speirs Would Include (Smut)

Dating Joe Toye Would Include (Smut)

Dating Lewis Nixon Would Include (Smut)

Dating David Webster Would Include

Dating Eugene Roe Would Include

Dating Bill Guarnere Would Include

Dating George Luz Would Include

Doc Roe Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Richard Winters Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Chuck Grant Headcannons

Dating Darrell “Shifty” Powers Would Include (Smut)

First Time with The Band of Brothers Guys (Smut)

How They React to You Joining The Company

Dating Floyd Talbert Would Include

Joe Toye Headcannons

Donald Malarkey Headcannons

Eugene Roe Headcannons

Warren Muck Headcannons

Eugene Roe + Nurse Reader Insert

Eugene Roe as a Dad/Husband Headcannons

Frank Perconte Headcannons

Albert Blithe Headcannons

Joe Liebgott Headcannons

Richard Winters Headcannons

George Luz Headcannons

Lewis Nixon Headcannons

How They React To Reader Having Heterochromia

How They React To An Argument With You

Fluffy/Smutty Joe Liebgott Headcannons (Smut)

Dating Richard Winters Would Include

In The Rain Headcannons (w/ Guarnere, Spiers, Luz)

Pat Christenson Headcannons

George Luz Sees Reader After Years

Wayne “Skinny” Sisk Headcannons

Donald Malarkey Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Warren “Skip” Muck Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Alex Penkala Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Floyd “Tab” Talbert Headcannons

Dating Alex Penkala Would Include

Donald Hoobler Headcannons

How They React To You Sending Them A Risque Photo of Yourself

How They Take Care of Reader When They’re Sick and Vise Versa

What It’s Like/How They React To Reader Spending The Night

How They React To Falling In Love With A Masculine Character

Boobs or Ass Men

Buck Compton Reacts To Fem!Reader In Company With Tattoos

How They React To The Death of Their Best Friend/Lover

How They React To Reader Being Injured On The Field

James “Moe” Alley Headcannons (Smut)

How Perconte Reacts To Pregnant Reader + Dad Headcannons

How They React To Another Medic Joining E Company

The Pacific:

Dating Lew “Chuckler” Juergens Would Include (Smut)

Dating Robert Leckie Would Include

First Time With The Pacific Guys (Smut)

Pvt. Hamm Headcannons

Dating Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane Would Include

Lew “Chuckler” Jeurgens Married Headcannons

Eugene Sledge Married Headcannons

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton Married Headcannons

How They React To You Joining The Company

Bill “Hoosier” Smith Headcannons (Smut)

Wilbur “Runner” Conley Headcannons

Romus “Burgie” Burgin Headcannons

Sidney Phillips Headcannons

Dating Edward “Hillbilly” Jones Would Include (Smut)

How They React To Reader - Going Missing/Getting Hurt For Them/Getting Separated - And Then Seeing Reader Again

Bill “Hoosier” Smith and Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane Reacts To Reader Having Tattoos Headcannons

Dating Eugene Sledge Would Include (Smut)

Dating John Basilone Would Include (Smut)

Hoosier Best Friend and Jealous Headcannons

Dating Vera Keller Would Include

Hoosier and Ack-Ack Reaction When You Get Into An Argument And He Thinks You’re Gone

Married to Bill Leyden Would Include + Smut

How They React To A Reader With Heterochromia

Fun Night In Australia With Team Leckie

Generation Kill:

Ray Person Headcannons

Brad Colbert Headcannons

Dating Doc Brian Would Include/Headcannons

Nate Fick Headcannons

Doc Brian and Nate Fick Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

How They React to You Joining The Battalion

Dating Nate Fick Would Include

How They Kiss You (Visual)

Dating Ray Person Would Include

Meeting Ray Person on an Airplane

Smutty Ray Person Preference

First Time With the Guys

Dating Walt Hasser Would Include

Ray Person Talking to Shy Reader

Mike “Gunny” Wynn Headcannons

Timothy “Doc” Bryan Headcannons

Reaction to When They Find Out Reader is Pregnant With Their Child and How They Act as Dads

Awkward First Dates

Walt Hasser Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

Evan “Q-Tip” Stafford Headcannons

Dating Brad Colbert Would Include

Inglourious Basterds:

Donny Donowitz Headcannons

Smithson Utivich Headcannons

Aldo Raine Headcannons

Wilhelm Wicki Headcannons

Omar Ulmer Headcannons

How They Kiss You (Visual)

First Time with The Basterds (Smut)

How They Meet You & First Impressions

Archie Hicox Headcannons

Gerold Hirshberg Headcannons

Dating Donny Donowitz Would Include (Smut)

Smutty Aldo Raine Headcannons (Smut)

Smutty Wilhelm Wicki Headcannons (Smut)

Smutty Donny Donowitz Headcannons (Smut)

Their Favorite Thing About You

How They Respond If Someone’s Flirting With You/If They’re Jealous

Their Reaction To The Reader Being A Woman In Disguise

Hugo Stiglitz Headcannons

What They Do And Where They Take You On A First Date

The Magnificent Seven:

First Time with The Magnificent Seven Guys (Smut)

How They Meet You & First Impressions

Newsies:

David Jacobs Headcannons

Dating Preferences for Jack and Skittery

Jack Kelley Headcannons

Titanic:

Dating Tommy Ryan Would Include/First Time (Smut)

Being Married to Jack Dawson Would Include

Saving Private Ryan:

Daniel Jackson Romantic Headcannons

How They Kiss You (Visual)

Reaction to You Joining Captain Miller’s Squad

Stanley Mellish Headcannons

Irwin Wade Headcannons

Wade and Jackson Reader Insert

First Time With Miller’s Squad (Smut)

Greeting The Squad When They Come Home

Getting Jealous Headcannons

Richard Reiben Smutty Headcannons (Smut)

How They React to You Blurting Out That You’re In Love With Them

Boobs or Ass Men

You Comforting Them/Them Comforting You After Nightmare

How They React To Being Separated From The Reader

How They React To Seeing The Reader Become Hardened and Cold From The War

Fury:

Female Tank Driver Headcannons

Wardaddy & a Female Member of the Crew Headcannons

Norman & a Female Member of the Crew Headcannons

Grady Travis Headcannons

Trini “Gordo” Garcia Headcannons

Don “Wardaddy” Collier Headcannons

Don “Wardaddy” Collier Club Headcannons

How Wardaddy Got His Scars

Letters Home

Armageddon:

Colonel Sharp Headcannons

Full Metal Jacket:

Cowboy Headcannons (Smut)

James “Joker” Davis Headcannons (Smut)

Animal Mother Headcannons (Smut)

The Matrix:

How They React To You Joining The Crew

Bones:

Lance Sweets Headcannons

[tisfan]

State of the Fics 2019

The WIPS and Dead Ends Edition

So: having recently had a few discussions with some fellow authors and talking about other writers and stuff... here is where I’m going to answer some/most/all of the MOARPLZ requests.

I have 440+ works on A03 and a lot of what I hear is MOARPLZ or “is there going to be any more of this...”

So, I’m kinda going through my list right now and letting you know what my plans are for 2020 and what, if anything, you can count on to see more of, and what is, in fact, truly over. If you don’t see a fic that you love and want to know more about it, feel free to ask me. 

Take Note and RSVP - every once in a while, we get asked about this story. This was my first jaunt into the fic world, and it’s unfinished. We lost our Steve writer because of some Fandom Drama (you can blame some stans who accused us of plagiarizing a fic we’d never read who continually attacked us until the stress just made it not worth the effort of finishing.)

Solar Powered Soldiers was my first solo effort. This fic, as far as I’m concerned, pretty much sucks. It was meant to be a Steve/Bucky fic, ended up with the only smut scene as a Nat/Clint piece, and didn’t really have a satisfactory ending. I am not likely to ever go back and fix this.

Steve of Oz was supposed to be mostly smutty foray into exploring Steve as the Avengers Bike. The plan was basically for him to end up having sex with literally everyone, while in a Wizard of Oz setting. Never happened, didn’t get much response to it. 

Lost in the Shadows Every once in a while, I get someone who asks me about this AU. Talk about your niche markets! On the other hand, I love me some ShadowRun, so I have not closed down the idea of writing more on this AU... 

So, here’s a fun thing: This particular AU is what’s been requested by my Marvel Trumps Hate winner, so, I’ll be writing a dragon-level event story for this, some 27 - 30,000 words. You ready, chummer?

The Communal Kitchen AU We have a few half-complete stories in this series; Vol 3, the Mating Habits of Hero Birds, a vague outline of a Team NuclearWinter side piece, and a couple of smut pieces that never got written. I may yank the sex pollen scene from Vol 3 out and post it as a stand-alone. We’ll see. If there’s interest in any of this, maybe we’ll come back to it. (I am currently re-reading the whole series, because honestly, I write the fic I want to read, and so I re-read my own stuff rather a lot.)

Anything involving Phil Coulson and Clint Barton - while I still ship this couple, and I’ll read stuff about them, I’ve pretty much given up writing them. Between Agents of SHIELD and everything with Clint starting in, say Age of Ultron forward, I just... don’t feel it anymore? Which does include the started and never finished Coulson’s Final Case 

Next Thursday Night - huh, I’d honestly forgotten about this fic. maybe i’ll revisit it this year upcoming... somewhere I think I have an outline.

Subject to PunTax - I love puns, and this story is very formulaic. I pick a topic, make up 5-7 puns on the subject, wrap a story around it and tie a bow with a suggestive pick up line. So, I leave this open to continue, the next time I’m feeling Punny.

Bucky Barnes has Kittens - Bucky as the crazy cat lady writer with bad anxiety. I’ve had a lot of people tell me this story has been great for them, dealing with Bucky’s anxiety issues. I do have more story ideas for this ‘verse, including Bucky finding out that Steve is also a writer and dealing with that. Decidedly On the List.

Eight Arms to Hold You - I have a handful of extra stories for these. Some of them went up on Tumblr for tentacletober... generally speaking, any mermaid fic of mine is subject to a continuation because MERMAIDS and OCTOBUCKY

All American Road Trip confession time here: I stopped writing this fic because of some anti-tonys who kept popping in my comments for this fic to rant about Tony Stark in a fic that was NOT ABOUT TONY. I’ve deleted all their comments, but they were nasty, and I stopped wanting to write for people who were being so abusive to Tony (and honestly, that much bile spilling in my comments, I don’t care who it’s about, it makes me sad) Like, they liked the Fic (steve/sam/bucky) but... eeeh, whatevs. I didn’t feel like dealing with it, and I’m not going to.

Also Prey - One of my more popular pieces, I reserve the right to add more to it when I’m in a fluff mood.

Kiss me Through the Phone - I wrote this with @27dragons and I have about... half a plan for a third chapter called Your Dirty Little Secret. So, with some encouragement, that could happen.

The Truth is Who You Are - my BDSM with religious song lyrics fic; this stuff is really emotional for me, and while I do have 2-3 more pieces planned, they take me a while to write and they knock the shit out of me while I’m doing it. There’s a lot of Tony working through his self-hatred that just... it’s deep. So... there will be more, it just... might be Some Time. 

The Killer and the Kid - this is literally my most popular piece. I get a MOAR PLZ ask on this at least once a month. I have been saying for a while I’m not planning any more of this, but I did offer it as an incentive for the Marvel Trumps Hate auction. This particular fic will ONLY BE WRITTEN for a charitable donation. 

Joyride - I’ve written a couple of addons for this fic loosely titled Bundle of Joy. They’re not quite Done Yet, but when I get there, I’ll be posting that.

Nights in Sandbridge - our most popular series, and I love these boys so much here. We have no major plans to continue, but if something strikes us, we may. 

WinterIron Pickup - a short story that spawned a second chapter. I have some ideas for continuing this, but it’s fallen by the wayside as I write other things.

What Good is the Sky - this piece is so angsty, and I keep getting requests to do moar of it. Trust me, you don’t want that, it will END BADLY. and I will cry a LOT.

Off the Menu - I really do have a LOT more of this story in my head. I just don’t know when I’m going to get around to it.

Bucky Barnes Prom CYOA this was SO HARD to format that I just gave up on it. I may come back and redo this as a few “completed” stories? 

Phoning it In - I do, in fact, have a few more of this AU in mind, I just lost a bit of the shiny after an amazing fucking against the sofa smut scene. So, there might be more of this in your future (also I kept expecting it to win March Madness, so I-- didn’t get back ‘round to it?)

A Poor Reflection - never got finished. Not sure why, I had the whole damn thing plotted out. Where is my outline??

The Enhancile War Series - mostly to play with the trope of naked girl in a box, this series originally had four plotted stories, but we just could NOT get the fourth story to GO anywhere, even pushing on it really, really hard.

Any Old Music Will Do - I have a plot outline for this one, with Bucky and Tony forming the core of the Defenders, along with Luke and Jessica, but I don’t know what I did with it... anyway, there’s more ideas here. a bit.

Indispensable we had a plot idea for a sequel and I actually think we wrote about 15000 words or so on it, but-- meh, it ended up not being very interesting. If we come up with some actual plot, then maybe?

Park(s) and Wreck(ed) - I have some more ideas for this as Tony and Bucky get their sexy on all over the office.

Stark, Naked - we did, in fact, do a sequel to this, which was rather short, but well-received. Not much ideas here for anything else, but we like this version of them, so if we get good prompts, we might be tempted to take up the reigns again.

Land After Time - We get a LOT of requests for Moar of this. If we had ANY FUCKING CLUE what was going on, we might. but we really, really don’t

We Can’t Eat That (It’s Dead) - I actually have an entire plot for this, on who the dead guy is and what happened...  I could be encouraged.

Forever Home - we wrote a full length sequel to this, but weirdly enough, it WASN’T the original sequel we’d sort of talked about. which means there’s potentially a third story here... (maybe a 4th one, too)

Excuse me, I think You Have My Suitcase - the further adventures of Tony and Bucky in lacy underthings. Yes. The next time I feel like PWP, I plan to revisit.

Dead to Rights - I still really like this idea... I just didn’t get as much traction from the Umbrella Academy fandom as I would have liked. Probably because most of my writer friends are Not Into It, which doesn’t give me many people to bounce ideas off 

New York: Become Human - there’s a LOT more story here to tell... maybe we’ll tell it.

Rejoice in the Sun - I started writing this fairly soon after Endgame, when I had a lot of feels, but between the absolute outpouring of hatred about that movie from the fandom. seriously, y’all were going all Annie Wilkes up in the house to the point that I put Endgame back on BLACKLIST to get away from the seething bile... it got really hard to enjoy post endgame content, and I got sick, too, so... that didn’t help any.

Once a Knight - Witch Bucky and Knight Tony... we have some more plot for this...

No Job Too Small - I think I even have another chapter of this WRITTEN. And some more plotted out. Tony and tiny children. What could go wrong?

(D)rift Away - Bigger Better Bugspray... what happens when the Rifters come back? There might be more of this, once I work out some plot. And honestly, stop getting distracted by the damn @heamarvel prompts.

The Door into Winter - I have a whole story for this, still working on it

Learning to Work Together (Good Omens) - we have some more feels for this, so possibly, if we can put plot together.

Pretty much everything else i’m posting in progress is still going strong, Blueberries, Hell Charger, Can’t Help you Fix Yourself, Reclamation, Draco Malfoy and the Rune... and I have a couple of other collabs with other people that are... bogged down with details right now.

We’ve got a couple of stories headed your way from the Marvel HEA Hallmark challenge, including what may well be my new favorite: Buck Barnes Got Married. We also wrote a Cyber Punk AU with companion Tony as an excuse to dress Tony up in skimpy outfits.

So, that’s like the general status of Old Fic... and having ideas is not the same as finding the time to sit down and WRITE them, especially since New Ideas are attacking me at the same time, honestly.

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for the fanfic writer thing: 1, 4, 8, 17, 25, 48, 50

SEND ME ALL THE THINGS!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

So funny story. The first time I wrote fanfiction it was self insert real person fic when I was like 10 in my diary about the little boy who played Young Anakin in Phantom Menace lmao I still have that diary! It’s terrible!

Otherwise, actual fic would be Luke x Lorelai fic when I was a teenager. It was also terrible and so cringey, which like... yeah. I was a starry eyed impressionable teenage girl with unhealthy ideas of romantic relationships and it really shows in those fics. Looking back, I’m glad I’ve learned and grown as a person and as a woman. I always had impeccable grammar, spelling, and style, though! It was just the themes and whatnot that were bad.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

Does fluff count as a genre? Because if so... I love writing fluff. I love writing the shit that makes you feel bubbly and warm and safe and taken care of. I mean, writing angst is fun (had a BLAST doing that in the Dragon Age fandom, especially with Solavellan), but the reward from bringing characters together in a satisfying, charming, sweet way? I just... yeah. That’s my shit.

If you mean like, literary genres, then Adventure/Fantasy/Sci Fi is my favorite. I don’t know how many stories I’ve started or thought up that were cemented firmly in those areas. I love magic and whimsy and journeys and thick winding plots and amazing payoffs. I want to write the things I wish could exist in this world but don’t, I want to let my imagination run wild.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Hmmmm this is a hard one. Other writers, for sure. I have a few trusted people that I love collaborating with, bouncing ideas and headcanons and fantasies beck and forth with (you and @pynkhues have inspired many of my stories/fics/ideas). I also find inspiration in the source material. I take pride in my imagination, in my attention to character details, in my empathy and sensitivity to emotion. I am also a huge fan of “fuck that” in regards to canon, soooooo..... Also I find a lot of inspiration in things I want to see happen or things I wish would happen TO ME hahaha

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

(Uhhhh I don’t know if I’m ever gonna finish this, but here ya go)

“I can’t just forget you! That’s not how this works!” It’s a splutter, indignant and pained, and he has to look away from the tears gathering in her eyes because then the urge to touch her will be too hard to fight. “You can’t just walk away from this, away from me--”

When he meets her eye again, he lets that cold, cruel mask slip into place. “Sure looks like that’s what I’m doing, huh?”

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Yeah, the first thing you’ll learn about me is that I cry VERY easily. It’s a gift and a curse (a gift as an actor, a curse for literally everything else). I have not cried while writing Good Girls fic, but I think I may have writing Solavellan fic? I have also cried while writing scenes for plays/films.

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

OH MAN so like... I actually haven’t written many trope-y things, which is a shame. I fucking love mutual pining, I’ve written that before. I also love I’m-a-snarky-ass-because-I-can’t-handle-my-feelings-for-you/being-snarky-is-how-I-show-my-love. I am extremely interested in writing fake dating/married or we-have-to-pretend-we-aren’t-in-a-relationship-despite-being-desperately-in-love. And how can you possibly top There’s Only One Bed? AND FOUND FAMILY. YEAH.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluffy fluff fluffer fluff I said above why I love fluff, so yeah. Plus like you can make fluff pretty smutty without it qualifying as smut so like, best of both worlds. My imagination can fill in the sex. And like angst is cool every once in a while, but life is sad enough as it is, CANON is sad enough as it is, so yeah. Fluff forever and all eternity.

Ask me fanfic writer things!

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Reylo Fic Rec Masterpost

Since I’ve been asked a couple times for fic recommendations, I decided to create a master list, which I’ll (hopefully) come back to and update. This is by no means comprehensive, but they are works I’ve thoroughly enjoyed and wanted to share. You can also always check out my bookmarks page on AO3.

I have updated these with ratings, but be warned they are mostly M or E. Smut not your thing? Check my smut-free recs here! Remember to mind the tags! 

*Indicates WIP

Let’s start with some little known fics. These are all under 100 kudos as of June 19, 2018. Make sure to leave a comment and/or give kudos if you read!

Ties That Bind* by @phoenixsolo -- Rated M. This fic is wonderfully written and jumps between multiple POVs. Also some great Poe and Wedge Antilles interaction which is fun. 

Holonet Mail by MelodeeKS99 (not sure of tumblr) -- Rated T. This is the cutest You’ve Got Mail AU one-shot but still takes place in universe. Ben and Rey are both smugglers. Guys, it’s adorable.

A Veil of Smoke* by @binarysvnrise -- Rated M. ASOIAF AU that is just masterfully thought out and so well-written. NO LONGER ON HIATUS. 

come and knock on my door* by jadeddiva -- Rated T. This is a really cute modern AU where Ben is a programmer at a startup and Rey is his college student neighbor. They meet because both their roommates have kicked them out to have sex.

every inch between us becomes light years by @spookykingdomstarlight -- Rated M. A beautiful one-shot that is both super sexy and sad. It hurts, but in a good way.

Cloudbusting by @bratanimus -- Rated T. Beautifully written and short. Just read it.

In-Universe Fics:

Sword of the Jedi series by @kylorenvevo -- Part 1 Rated T, Part 2 Rated M. Are you even a real Reylo if you haven’t read this? J/K, but seriously this was one of the earliest fics I read when I fell into the Reylo trash bin, and it is a masterpiece. AU where Rey and Ben grew up together at the Jedi Academy. It reads like canon novels. Not kidding.

Crossroads series by @gizkasparadise -- Part 1 T, Part 2 E, Part 3 T. This is an emotional rollercoaster in 3 parts. It’s got angst, it’s got the pre-TLJ Force Bond, it’s got memory loss, and some really kickass supporting characters. I just love it so much.

You’ll Be the One to Turn by @postedbygaslight -- Rated M. This is THE post-TLJ fic you need to be reading. It’s still a WIP at this point, but it’s sure to be completed soon, and like I told Posted before, if EP IX winds up totally letting me down, this will be the only version of events I accept. It is insanely well-written, gripping, and emotional. Just read it. 

Infectious by @dvrkrey -- Rated E. Also known as the sick!fic. It’s a poignant hurt/comfort post-TLJ imagining with a beautiful first time love scene. This one has a special place in my heart.

In The Early Dawn of Happiness by @corseque -- Rated E. GAH! This is beautiful and touching and even though it’s a reylohardkinks fill, it’s so much more than that. It is profoundly sweet, and if we’re lucky, there will be another chapter. 

landscape with a blur of conquerors* by @kylorenvevo -- Rated E. I’m assuming if you haven’t heard of this fic, you’ve been trapped on Ahch-To with Luke for too long. The arranged marriage AU with plenty of Hapan couture fashion to keep poor Kylo occupied.

Across the Stars* by @nite0wl29 -- Rated E. A Beauty and the Beast AU set in-universe (on Chandrila!). Rey falls for Kylo without him ever taking the mask off, and I think that’s beautiful. It’s got all the best elements of TFA, TLJ, and BatB. This one also should be wrapping up soon.

Songs of Innocence, Songs of Wisdom* by @cosmo-gonika -- Rated E. Another post-TLJ fic that has been blowing my mind. It has some mystical Force elements and some steamy scenes with Rey and Kylo. It does a really great job of showing where our star-crossed lovers are still not on the same page (but hopefully they’ll be there by the end!). 

The Descent of Ishtar by @assortedfruitsnacks212 -- Rated M. This is a trippy post-TLJ fic that is super mystical and really intriguing. It’s so well-written, and I might have to light a fire under the author to get her to update this because I NEED MORE.

Id by @dreamsdescent -- Rated E. A smutty one-shot where Rey fulfills Ben’s darkest fantasy. It’s hot. Do yourself a favor and read it.

Mood Lighting by @raven-maiden -- Rated E. This is based on the closeup of the MF captain’s quarters in Solo. It is a beautiful one shot with humor, soul, and (yes!) smut. Can’t believe it’s her first fic! 

World In My Eyes by @mygrandmathinksimsassy -- Rated M. Apparently I had been sleeping on this post-TLJ gem? It’s 96k words and recently completed, so you can settle down with this on a rainy day. Beautifully written, really sexy, and has a happy ending! I loved it.

AU Fics:

Blades Crossed by @the-reylo-void -- Rated M. A really amazing figure skating modern AU a la The Cutting Edge.

Stranger Than Fiction by @daxwashere -- Rated E. Seriously? Probably my favorite modern AU ever. Ben Solo is an author who needs to give his main character a love interest; enter Rey, his muse. It deals with some pretty real shit while also being incredibly full of heart (and some hot smut!).

Left Handed Kisses by @ever-so-reylo -- Rated E. The fuck buddies to lovers AU I never knew I needed. Rey is an Assistant District Attorney and Ben is a criminal defense lawyer. It’s hot, it’s sweet, it’s got lots of emotional constipation - you won’t be disappointed.

In the Name of Magic series by @waterlilyrose -- Part 1 E, Part 2 E, Part 3 T. The Hogwarts AU of my dreams! Kylo is a Snape-ish professor in Slytherin and Rey is a Gryffindor professor (of course). It’s great because it incorporates everything you love about Hogwarts, but focuses on the teachers instead of the students. Luke is Headmaster and Leia is Minister for Magic and there’s a very special painting of a snarky muggle that steals quite a few scenes. I absolutely adore this fic.

Dark Horse by @womp-rat-fever -- Rated T. This was a gift to me that I won in a tumblr giveaway. It is the Outlaw!Ben / Sheriff!Rey AU you never knew you always wanted! It’s a one-shot but it’s packed with action and pretty hot, too. I also made a playlist for it here.

The Promise by @nerdherderette -- Rated E. Wow. This is the most enthralled I think I’ve been with a one-shot. It’s 13k words, but reads like a 500 page historical fiction novel. If you like The Count of Monte Cristo, this is the fic for you.

Bedroom Hymns* by @drnucleus -- Rated E. Modern AU where Rey is a psychologist and Ben is an architect. Healthy BDSM where Rey is the Dom and Ben is the sub (although they haven’t quite gotten that far in the relationship yet). This is just really smart and eloquent. I’m a fan.

Fire Away* by @reylolujah -- Not rated. Disclaimer: I’ve only read the first chapter of this, but it’s SO GOOD. Laser tag AU with a really funny and great set up. Excited to see where it’s going! (I have it on good authority that we’re getting a half-naked Ben in a forthcoming chapter.)

A/B/O Dynamics:

Yes, I finally needed to add a section just for a/b/o. Sorry not sorry because I love it now. These are all E, for obvious reasons.

Your Pretty Little Heart by @ever-so-reylo -- modern AU where Ben and Rey are both doctors. And both terrible at admitting their feelings. It’s hot and super-well written. A good starter a/b/o fic!

Hunger* by @benperor-ren -- a canonverse a/b/o that picks up after Crait but with Rey in heat and Kylo coming to her aid, *wink wink nod nod*

Algorithms* by @grey-orchids -- the only first person POV fic I’ve ever enjoyed. This one is done so well it almost subverts the trope? Rey is a feminist and an IT person at a tech company run by Kylo. She goes into heat and things get interesting. *waggles eyebrows*

Summer Heat* by @isharan -- slow burn a/b/o you say? Yeah, and it hella works. Rey goes to spend the summer at her granfather’s cabin in Canada and is drawn to the outcast alpha Ben. It’s soooo good.

the thick of it* by @dvrkrey -- so steamy. It’s got hunter!Rey and lead alpha of the pack Kylo and Dothraki vibes for sure. Just check it out, you’ll like it. ;)

No One But You* by @faequeentitania -- a canonverse a/b/o started for Reylo week that started as mostly smut and now has plot! It’s really engaging and I’m excited for the last few chapters!

Hawthorne House by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie -- I recently binged this and it is sweet/hot/amazing. Rey works at a B&B in Savannah, Ben Solo is a guest during a hurricane.

Oh and since people have also mentioned it, I will link to my works here at the bottom:

Dawn of the Rebellion series -- Rated T parts 1 & 2. This started as a one-shot I couldn’t get out of my head, then got a multi-chapter second part added on by popular demand. It’s my EP IX imaginings and it’s full of soft Reylo. There is a smutty epilogue in the works.

Truth Be Told* -- Rated M. The Alias AU I started for the RFFA exchange and am now taking too long to finish. If you like espionage and UST, I’ve got you covered!

smutty one-shots (all E): Chariot (modern AU) | Training Day (canon-verse) | Code 288 (Brooklyn 99 inspired) | Careless Whisper (80′s AU)

That’s about it for now, but I’ve got about 5 pages of “marked for later” fics I need to dig into, so keep an eye out for this list to be updated!

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Fic meme

Tagged by my dear @thestarbirdfromtheashes - thank you for tagging me!

Fanfic questionnaire!

1. What was the first fandom you ever wrote fic for? Star Wars.  January 1978.  A story where Princess Leia, Luke Skywalker and a brave-but-shy teenage woman warrior self-insert/wishful-thinking character saved the day together after the Empire attacked the OC’s home planet.  Han meanwhile just got underfoot while being sarcastic and handsome!

2. What was your very first ship?  I don’t know if it even has a ship name, but Arrietty/Spiller (The Borrowers books by Mary Norton)

3. What fandoms have you written for, and what were your ships in the fics? Although I’ve had a lot of fandoms (and I’m definitely Tumblr Old, so this all goes back a good way!) prior to the last few years I’ve written relatively little fanfic as I was taught as a child that writing for someone else’s characters was disgraceful and a form of theft, not to mention lazy.  Mostly I’ve tended to write original stories loosely inspired by stories/films/shows I loved, but with all serial numbers carefully removed!  

So for genuine all-in fanfic, there was that early Star Wars effort, and another SW story set post-RoTJ in which Luke and my OC tried to track down the Emperor’s son-and-heir while Leia got stuck into politics and tried to get Han to grow up a bit (ships; Luke/OC, Han/Leia). Then there was a Blake’s Seven story in which two of the Seven survived the climactic gun battle of the final episode and eventually rallied a proper uprising that brought down the Federation (ships; Avon/Servalan and Vila/OC).  I wrote quite a bit of a Star Trek TNG story in which Data met another android and they got caught up in a war (no ships in this except the friendship between Data and the android OC).  That would have been in about 1992.  Then nothing for 20 years, until I saw The Avengers in 2012 and began writing Renner fic. Did quite a bit of that!  Some of it is on AO3, namely the “Jem Chronicles”, a series of Jem lives! AUs for The Town, and my Avengers bits and pieces.  Ships, respectively; Jem/OC for The Town, Clintasha and Fosterson for The Avengers.  The longest Renner fic I wrote was a Hansel and Gretel story called The Taker of Children in which much galumphing around the Mediterranean takes place, tracking down Kostchei the Terrible and a dozen kidnapped babies, and Hansel Sleeps With Everyone (ships; Hansel/OC x3, Gretel/OC, OC/OC).  This phase of fic-writing also coincided with writing “The Charcoal Knots” duet, since published on Amazon Kindle (please buy my smutty romance novels!). 

And then I went to see Rogue One and lost my head just ever so slightly for rebelcaptain, and have not looked back since.

4. What ships do you tend to gravitate to?  Ones where both characters are well-rounded people in their own right and neither is written primarily as a foil or prop for the other.  Ones where both characters are competent and capable.  Equal-relationship-ships, I guess.

5. Current OTP(s)? Rebelcaptain.

6. Former OTP(s)?  Clintasha, Han/Leia, Avon/Servalan, Shevek/Takver (“The Dispossessed”), Genly Ai/Estraven (“The left hand of darkness”), Elnora/Philip (“A Girl of the Limberlost”), Arrietty/Spiller (I’m excluding various Canon Character/OC ships)

7. What are the ships you will always love? Jyn/Cassian, Han/Leia, Clint/Natasha, Elnora/Philip, Shevek/Takver

8. What do you think have been some of your best fic ideas? I’m still very happy with “In a dark time the eye begins to see…” which was inspired by a lovely gifset of Diego Luna playing a sexy artist for “that” Katy Perry video.  “What if Cassian Andor had been an artist instead of a spy and assassin?”; and the next thing I knew, I’d written a 100,000+ word chapter fic with a three act plot and everything.  I’m also very happy with some of my non-shippy things like “The mask” and “The first time” for Cassian , and “All the things she carried” for Jyn, that explore the character’s backstories and the pain they’ve gone through in the past.  I’m proud of “Agent”, especially the first chapter which addresses an extremely dark subject.  I like the pieces I’ve written in dialogue format (“Conversations with the Best Man”, “Coming online”, “The things that make Cassian Andor smile” and “The smooth shiny egg”); I don’t think I’m a natural humourist but the humour seems to work well in that form.  Lastly I think “In the holding pen” is one of the best things I’ve ever written.  

9. What kind of fic do you most love to write?  Angst and feels, angst and feels and fluff, fluff and feels, feels, FEELS.  I love romance and people struggling with their emotions, and those moments of suddenly realising that they love and are loved in return.  

10. What do you dread writing?  Mission fic, fight scenes involving shooting.  I’ve never done a mission or fired a gun (and have no wish to do either) and I feel my lack of experience in these areas can’t really be covered-up adequately with research and imagination.

11. What is a fic you would love to write one day?  I have a long-list of about 40 fic ideas I want to write one day >cringes inwardly< not to mention a dozen or more ideas for original fiction.  One day I’d love to have another go at the “Tristan and Isolde” rebelcaptain AU I started. But it will be heartbreaking.

12. What’s a fic you wish someone else would write?  I’m just happy that people are still writing for this fandom at all!  Let the writers write what comes naturally to them, and may all be well.