#( he probably got pissed off at the fact the green M&M changed her boots from some casual wear shoes. )

[pastel-rights]

asta.

darling.

dearest.

beloved.

get this man AWAY from me.

[aliatori]

In Consequence

The Forsaken and the Forsworn | 2.8k words | M rated | Gabriel Berthelot/Hugo Melançon

(kinktober: spanking, humiliation, power exchange)

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“Why aren’t we takin’ the east channel through the fragments around the Cove? It’s wide enough and then some for the Squall to pass through, and with the trade winds bein’ what they are during this point of the season, it’d save us three or four nights of sailing, easy.”

Quiet swoops over the deck like the plunging dive of a sea bird. Gab could hear a coin drop on the Squall’s timbers, even with the steady rhythm of waves battering at the ship’s hull. The cool, salted sea breeze tickles Gab’s nose as he takes a deep, steadying breath and squares his shoulders.

Camille and Del look at him in unison with vastly differing expressions. The first hint that his words weren’t as good an idea as he thought they were is Del’s face. Her silvered brows draw low in a frown; the sextant in her frozen hands gleams in the orange-red sunset. Camille seems a brackish mix of amused and irritated. Her striking brown eyes dart to the left.

Toward the Squall’s captain.

Gleaning any guidance from Hugo’s face is like trying to do a dead reckoning with no godsdamned stars or land in sight. He smooths out the lapels of his black coat’s high collar, lifts his chin even higher, and then places his hands behind his back and walks in Gab’s direction. Hugo stops a full stride short of Gab, the heels of his stupid, pointlessly polished boots thudding on the deck with crisp intent.

“Tache,” he begins, though his piercing sea-green eyes don’t leave Gab’s for a single instant, “Please enlighten deckhand Berthelot as to the details of our current course.”

It’s clear the son of a bitch is trying to intimidate Gab just because he’s new aboard the ship. It’s the same thing he does at the fold, strutting around with his Furysworn script on display and back ramrod straight, like he’s better than all of it. Like his shit doesn’t stink.

Maybe some people would even be cowed by it.

But Gab’s seen him with blood smeared across his mouth, a knife sticking out of his leg, and a wicked craving for violence in his eyes. Prissy mainland clothes and blacked boots and useless handkerchiefs around the neck don’t change the fact he’s cut from the same cloth as the rest of them.

Del clears her throat softly, places her sextant on the unrolled chart in front of her at the helm, and says, “It’s the shadowkraken. This time of the year, pods fill the eastern channel to the brim for mating season. They come up to the surface to spawn and are unusually aggressive while they’re there. You probably hadn’t even seen your first Rising when it happened, but we lost multiple ships there one season and have avoided it since.”

A flush heats Gab’s cheeks. Before his mind can furl his flapping mouth, he says, “Well, it would be faster if not for that. How was I supposed to know if it happened before I was born?”

There it is. The first glimmer of fury, however cold, lights up in Hugo’s eyes, even if the rest of his face remains impassive. “You’re not expected to know—I am. What you’re expected to do is keep your mouth closed, hands busy, and tend to the duties of your station until you’re no longer a liability aboard this vessel.” Hugo rakes his gaze down Gab’s body from head to toe, haughty and unimpressed.

The storm beneath his skin roils, but this time, it’s because he’s well and truly pissed off. “Liability? Without me, this ship woulda sunk straight to the depths my first time out. Unless you’ve got someone else with as strong a talent for the Fury’s gifts as me. Which, as I reckon it, you don’t.”

Del’s eyes widen so suddenly that Gab catches the movement from the corner of his vision. Camille goes as far as to make a worried hum, quickly lost beneath the twin roars of Gab’s blood and the Umbra Sea.

But he’s got eyes only for his captain.

A vein juts out from Hugo’s temple, chiseled jaw carved all the leaner where it’s clenched, though the gloved hand he places on the hilt of his rapier remains loose and limber. His nostrils flare with one indignant inhale. In the space of a blink, Furysworn Captain Hugo Melançon is the perfect portrait of composure once more.

“If you’re finished, Berthelot.”

It’s not a question.

Incensed, Gab wants nothing more than to let his mouth run away with him. To tell this uptight bastard exactly what he thinks of him. But, for better or for worse, an unpleasant thought crosses his mind:

He may be four times more Fury-favoured than Captain Melançon, title or no, but Hugo does have the authority to kick him off the Screaming Squall. And it’s not fucking likely the Matriarch will capitulate to his threats and theatrics a second time.

“Yeah, I’m done.”

“Then you’re dismissed,” Hugo says, the last word hissing out of him like the whisper of drawn steel.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

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In hindsight, Gab was a godsdamned fool to expect that to be the end.

He’s tending to the stays in the low, soft blue light of the Squall’s lanterns, the swinging cages stuffed full of glowing, self-sustaining fungi from the Cove’s nooks and crannies. Well. ‘Tending’ might be a strong word. Gab half thinks Luc gave him this pointless, shit job as busywork; he may be green, but he’s not that green, and any serious problem with the stays would have been seen to by someone more knowledgeable than him.

As he’s squinting at a point along the line to see if it’s a shadow or an actual sign of wear and tear, Hugo sneaks up on him like a deep-sea revenant. Not even the sound of his fucking pointless boots clued him in to Hugo’s approach. Sneaky son of a bitch.

“Berthelot,” he says, crisp and without preamble, “come with me.”

Gab narrows his eyes and lets go of the stay. A flippant question perches at the tip of his tongue, but then he figures—this is probably some sort of test, the result of his earlier backtalk. Not trusting his mouth, he simply nods.

It’s a light, quiet watch, given how close they are to the Cove. More importantly, how close they are to the Cove’s storm wards, skipkiller strong and passable only by Furysworn. Furysworn like the one Gab’s following belowdecks, Hugo’s black coat a shadow upon a shadow as they descend the Squall’s creaky wooden stairs.

Hugo comes to the stop at the aft end of the gundeck with Gab in tow. A few stray wisps of hair escape the tight tail he’s tied it in, the strands depths-dark in the low light. Now that they’re face to face, Gab practically tastes the menace roiling off the captain, mouth pinched and sea-glass eyes radiating fury.

He flicks his gloved fingers at the nearby cannon. “Pull down your slops and lay yourself along the gun.”

“What,” Gab says, incredulous. He’s heard of flogging, sure—sailors among the Fury’s fleet getting the lash and brine-salt for their misdeeds. But this? “You’re out of your godsdamned mind.”

“Insubordination won’t be tolerated. Every word you say beyond those will add five blows to your count.”

Bewildered, Gab says, “Count? You—”

“That’s ten.”

“—gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Three-and-ten-and-five,” Hugo says, adjusting his gloves at the wrist and fixing Gab with a calculating stare. “If you don’t want to be able to walk come morning, keep talking.”

Rage boils in the hollow space beneath Gab’s ribs. Heat crawls up his inked, bare back as he glares at Hugo, chest heaving. What right does this arrogant asshole think he has? The world washes dark as the Fury’s depths as he fights to control his temper. Captain Melançon doesn’t want him to talk, does he?

He didn’t say anything about coming to blows.

Gab takes one long stride to cross the gap between them, his fist already curving in a hook toward Hugo. Quick as the lightning he commands, Hugo catches Gab’s hand in his own, leather-clad fingers tightening around Gab’s in a powerful grip. Murky shadows cross through Hugo’s gaze, and if Gab’s too pissed to read the captain’s signal flags, who could blame him.

“Bend over the gun,” Hugo says, low and hot, “before I bend you over it and strip you myself.”

Locked together, they glare at one another, the atmosphere electric and storm-heavy. All it would take it one touch of Gab’s fingers to his focus to end this. One prayer to change the tides. But deep down, some part of him knows he won’t be able to take that level of retaliation back.

That path is one of no return.

Heart pounding, chest flushed, Gab turns his back on Hugo. The bastard wants a sight? He’ll give him one. Gab whips the sash off his waist then pushes down his slops and underclothes in one motion. The chill of the night air prickles along his exposed ass. Then, gritting his teeth and deciding a growl doesn’t exactly count as words, he leans over the cannon until he’s situated along the length of it, hands braced near the firing end. The cold iron chills Gab enough to make him shiver.

“I hate you,” Gab says, incandescent with fury and mortification.

“That makes five-and-ten, Berthelot.” A moment later, Hugo strikes Gab’s ass with his palm. He’s used to pain, to the tests of the Furysworn elders as he learned to control the storm within. It’s the surprise more than the pain itself that draws a gasp from Gab against his will. “One.”

It’s insult on injury that Hugo counts out the strikes as he metes them using the same steady voice he commands the Squall’s crew with. Gab doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that his view is limited to porthole in front of him. Easier not to have to look the bastard in the face as he doles out his discipline, Gab guesses, though it doesn’t stop humiliation from scorching a path through his veins, hot and glass-sharp like sand after a lightning strike.

Hugo’s clearly out for his pound of flesh, because by the time he gets to ten, Gab’s ass aches like he won’t be able to sit for a span. The slap of Hugo’s gloved palm against his bare skin echoes through the aft corridor, adding to the mortification. Gab writhes against the cannon, lungs working like the bellows of a forge, and at the exact moment he decides he’s not going to lay here and take this like the captain wants, a hand grips him by the unmarked skin at the back of his neck and pushes him down.

“Try to get up again and I’ll bring the lash and bleed you for the Fury, politics be damned,” Hugo says, his words carrying the weight of a promise. “If she takes issue with it, she knows where to find me.”

Gab’s storm-tossed thoughts can’t tell if Hugo’s talking about the Matriarch or the Fury or both. He snarls, grips the cannon until he’s white-knuckled, and stays still along the gun.

He’ll kill Hugo. He’ll drag him overboard and hold him underwater until he drowns and parade his corpse around the beach after. He’ll find his precious, privileged quarters in the uppers and murder him in his sleep. Gab clings to his fantasies of revenge as Hugo makes it past the halfway mark, beating Gab’s ass until it’s a bruised, welted mess.

He should be furious. He is furious. But as Hugo begins his count in the three-and-tens, another sensation rises up. Held by the neck with one hand and being beaten senseless with the other… Gab’s body betrays him. A pulse begins to pound between his legs, his cock stirring despite every lick of good sense Gab possesses.

Shame burns him from the tips of his ears to the soles of his bare feet. And yet, when Hugo starts in on the backs and sides of his thighs, delivering full-armed blows that crack across his skin like thunderclaps, he’s fully hard, cock stiff where it’s pressed against the back of the cannon.

If Hugo notices, he says nothing. He’s tenacious and methodical as he rains blows down on Gab’s backside. A sideways swipe at his tender inner thighs draws a wordless howl from Gab, more frustration than anything else. It’s dangerously close to his balls. There’s no way Hugo can’t see his traitorous dick on display.

On four-and-ten, Hugo switches from striking his thighs to bringing the heel of his palm down on the sore, tender curve of Gab’s ass. A choked noise far too close to a sob nearly escapes Gab, but he swallows it down along with his curses and threats. Self-preservation has kicked in, and no matter what the twitching ache between his legs might have to say about it, Gab wants this over and done with.

Like the righteous cocksucker he is, Hugo draws out the last five blows with torturous slowness. A series of resounding, deliberate hits play out on his backside: his left cheek, his right, his inner thigh, his outer.

“Five-and-ten,” Hugo says, ending with a walloping strike to his tailbone that does draw an indignant howl from him. To Gab, the word sounds a little breathless, strained, but he doesn’t have time to contemplate it long.

Hugo steps forward, gloved hand sliding from the back of Gab’s neck to his long, carefully plaited, well-oiled braid and gripping it tight. There’s no avoiding the wrenching twist of his face toward Hugo. The captain looms above him, eyes glittering with avid enmity in the moonlit night.

"The next time you see fit to step beyond your authority and countermand me on my own ship, I will fill this entire deck and have them bear witness to your punishment. At the Cove you may be the Matriarch's favourite, slated to be her successor. But aboard my ship, I am Furysworn and captain, your superior twice over, and I will be obeyed. Am I clear?”

Gab seethes, hating Hugo with every drop of his Fury-blessed blood and hating himself for the way his cock leaks at the malice and confidence in Captain Melançon’s tone. When he takes too long to answer, Hugo grips Gab’s jaw in an iron-strong grip. It’s hard to tell in the near-abandoned gundeck, but Gab swears there’s a pink tint to Hugo’s cheeks.

“As the Crystalline, Captain,” Gab says, spitting out the words like the more spirited of their captives spit out brine.

“Good.” Hugo abruptly releases Gab from his hold and adjusts his coat, staring down with a steely gaze. “Then make yourself presentable and get back to your station, Berthelot. You still have work to do.”

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An interminable watch and many turns later, Hugo finally succumbs to the animal restlessness that plagues him.

The inevitable result of his foolish mistake.

Safe behind the thrice-bolted door of his cabin, Hugo makes it as far as the edge of his bed before frantically working at his belts and sashes, desperate to free himself from his trousers. There’s no indulgence here, no explicit folios or careful consideration. Hugo doesn’t even bother to take off both gloves. After a perfunctory splash of oil, he simply takes himself in his bared hand and works himself with slick, studied efficacy.

He already knows what images will surface behind closed eyes.

Berthelot, his broad bulk nearly as wide as the cannon itself, Xeheia-marked muscle flexing and shifting with every strike of his palm. Berthelot, generous ass painted in deep, violent shades of red by Hugo’s own palm. Berthelot, grunting and groaning each time Hugo struck the sensitive skin of his lower thighs. Berthelot, his thick cock hanging heavy and hard between his legs, bouncing along with his sack each time Hugo struck him.

His lust couldn’t have chosen a worse object of fascination, and yet it proceeds apace, heat spiraling in his gut and pushing him to an inevitable edge. He should be ashamed of turning discipline into an indulgence of his private, darker pleasures… and yet the taboo of it only makes his groin ache with redoubled pleasure.

Hugo’s climax rips through him like lightning, his teeth gritted to bite back his groan as he pulses wetly into his own fist, a singular sequence of events capsizing him with raw desire:

The look of unbridled hatred, undeniable lust, and defiant challenge in Berthelot’s gaze when all was said and done. The insolence of his dark moon glare, broad chest heaving. Panting like he’d swam the entire length of the Cove, like an animal, like he was torn between wrapping his hands around Hugo’s throat or his own cock, ardor and rage inseparably entwined.

[mummybear]

The Babysitter

This Is Day Four Of Roleplay May 

Words: 4763

Warnings: Smut (Obviously), Oral Male And Female Receiving (Sharing Is Caring And All), 

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Mentions On “The Wife”, Mentions Of The Kids And Some Random Ex Boyfriend. Think that’s it really.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: Right so I just wanna say this is my first ever Jensen Fic, so please be gentle. Also nothing is meant against anyone in the Fic, it is simply Fanfiction in which this is the idea :) Cheating, Hair Pulling,  Squirting, Angry Sex Biting, Begging, Orgasm Denial.... I mean honestly the list goes on.....

Summery: Being the babysitter for the Ackles family had been nothing but a pleasure, but when Jensen comes home from work in a bad mood the reader finds out just how much her boss loves her short skirts and despises her ex boyfriend showing up at his house.

The front door slams open and you can’t help but flinch where you sit on the couch, the sound echoing through the large halls of the house. There was only one person it could be, with the kids’ mother being away on business. However, Mr. Ackles hadn’t been in the best of moods when he’d left for work this morning. Now you thought about it, he’d been in a terrible mood for days. 

Luckily the kids were in bed, fast asleep. So you only hoped that he hadn’t woken them up. 

Slipping out of the living room, you head towards the front door, where you find him kicking off his boots and hanging up his coat. He doesn’t speak, so neither do you, deciding it might be best that way.

The thing about Jensen Ackles was the type of man he was. There was no getting away from it, not even for the babysitter of his kids. He was tall, strong and just god damn gorgeous. With the most incredible heart and personality. A laugh that never failed to make you smile, not to mention the fact he had the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. 

However, there was also the other side of him. A side that not many people had the chance to see, you had seen it once, a long time ago. But tonight, tonight was different.

You quickly make your way into the kitchen, feeling his eyes on your back as you walk away from him. But you know it’s best to stay out of his way, especially when he’s like this. Mr. Ackles was definitely still pissed off, maybe even more so than he had been this morning. That much you could tell from his body language alone. 

You busied yourself with making him a coffee, hoping that he wouldn’t snap at you. You were seriously beginning to get worried that he knew about your visitor a few nights ago.

“Where are the kids?” he asks suddenly, his voice much louder than you’d expected, which makes you jump, even more so when he leans over you, taking the coffee you’d made him. Your entire body stiffens until he steps back, you’re not sure he’d ever been that close before and you could definitely smell the alcohol lingering on his breath as it ghosted across your cheek. Then again you didn’t hate it at all.

“T-They’re in bed Mr. Ackles. Sir” you tell him half stuttering your reply, ignoring how close he’s still standing, you try and find something to keep you busy on the counter.

“Turn around and look at me Y/N” he demands in a firm tone that leaves no room for argument. 

You turn to face him, but you can’t look him in the eyes, so instead you focus on his chest as you fiddle with the hem of your t-shirt. Swallowing hard, you grip your t-shirt tighter, when his arms fold over his broad chest. 

Sensing he’s getting impatient you finally look up, meeting his eyes and god he looks so good. He’d been on several interviews and photo shoots today. He had dark jeans on, a dark blue suit jacket and a blue shirt and tie, he practically oozes authority and commands attention.

“Is everything okay?” you ask him quietly, your voice just barely above a whisper.

Jensen rubs his hand across his face, gently scratching at the stubble along his jaw as the muscle beneath clenches. He takes another step towards you, nerves get the better of you and you step back. Which causes your back to bump into the cupboard behind you. Placing his hand beside your head on the cupboard, focusing his intense gaze back on you. 

“Do you really think that I don’t have cameras all over my house Y/N? Inside and out. That I don’t see everything you do? Everyone you invite over” his voice is that much quieter as he leans in closer, but you can still tell that he’s beyond angry.

And fuck he knows, it’s the only reason he would be bringing this up right now. 

“Mr. Ackles, please just let me explain. I don’t know how much you were able to see, but please I-” he cuts you off with a shake of his head, you stop talking immediately, clamping your mouth closed as you wait for him to say something.

“How about you just keep your pretty little mouth shut darlin’. You know, try being a good girl for a change, if you can manage that” his tone of voice is really beginning to do something to you, even if he’s snapping at you. But with the things he’s saying, it’s starting to make you feel things that you shouldn’t, want things that you’re not allowed.

You watch as his finger hooks into the top of his tie, roughly pulling it loose and pops the top button. Chewing your lip you give a small nod as your wordless reply. Finally, you can’t take anymore and look away from him, focusing back on your feet. His eyes are far too intense and you feel like a moth being drawn to flame.

“Good. Now since you do know how to listen. Tell me, who was the guy you were kissing in the back yard the other day?”

He still hasn’t raised his voice, yet somehow, that only un-nerves you that much more. Fiddling with your hands you swallow the lump in your throat, your nerves over losing your job are beginning to get to you. Opening and closing your mouth a few times, you wonder if your reason will be enough to calm him down and stop him firing you. 

Suddenly his large hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him again. Your mouth is so dry, he holds you there with his hand and his darkened green eyes.

“You better answer me, Y/N” he demands, his voice substantially louder and firmer than before.

Licking your lips you try to get your breathing under control, gripping your skirt tightly.

“I uh, I’m s-sorry Mr. Ackles. He followed me t-to work, I broke up with him m-months ago. He just won’t take no for an answer. I swear to you, I-I was just trying to get him to leave,” you reply quickly, your voice wavering and shaking the entire time.

“Why’d you break up with him, Y/N?” Jensen asks, a slight smile curving at the edge of his lips as he releases your jaw, letting his fingers just barely brush down the column of your throat. 

The question takes you by complete surprise. What strikes you even more is the look in his eyes and you can’t look away. “I don’t understand. Why do you want to k-” your voice cuts out with a surprised gasp, right as Jensen straightens up so he’s looking down at you even more than before, pressing his body that much closer to yours.

“Don’t tell me. I’ll guess” his tone is completely cocky. “He didn’t hit the right spots huh? Wasn’t he man enough for you baby girl?” he smirks when the quietest breathy moan slips past your lips, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your skin is tingling all over, the heat is quickly pooling between your thighs and you couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to. You’re currently losing the fight with your common sense, you know this is all kinds of wrong. You just don’t have it in you to care. He’s like the drug you just can’t get enough of.

“Something like that” you reply just barely above a whisper.

“You need a real man to show you just how to control this perfect body. Someone who can make you scream, make you beg for more,” his husky whisper just loud enough for you to hear, as his fingers trace the smooth skin peeking out just above your skirt.

Without even realising it you lean into his touch, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip, feeling the throbbing between your legs increasing with his every word. Begging yourself not to let that word slip past your lips. You’re so turned on right now, it’s taking everything you have to hold yourself back, but the submissive in you needs him to make the first move. Swallowing hard you nod,“I do. Need it so bad, but you’re married” the second the last words slip past your lips you swallow hard, clearly your conscience has got the best of you.

He licks his lips seemingly biting his tongue as he bends down eye level with you, that intense green eyed gaze focused back on you.

“Oh don’t worry about her. I’ve been told by a good source, she’s got her hands very full this weekend, with her friend or co-worker. We haven’t fucked in months” he tells you honestly, trying to keep his voice calm, but you can hear the anger behind his words.

You reach out and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze without even thinking, “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that” you tell him as calmly, dropping your hand back at your side when he shrugs.

“Forget about it, I am” he assures you, giving you that panty dropping wink. “Now that’s out of the way, where were we?” he asks seductively, his eyes flicking down to your lips then back up to focus on your eyes.

“I think that’s probably up to you, Mr. Ackles” you reply playfully, biting back your smirk when he chuckles in reply.

“You really think you can handle me baby girl?” he asks with a grin, ducking down a little lower, resting a hand beside your head, while the other one pushes your hair off your shoulders.

You shake your head, licking your lips, finally letting your eyes drop to his pink plump lips.

“No. But I know you can handle me. Keep me under control, make me beg for more” you tell him practically moaning the last word. You suck in a breath when he leans in close, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek.

“Oh I know just what you need darlin’. Thank fuck, because I am sick and tired of pretending that I don’t want you on your knees, begging for my cock” he practically growls. You cry out as his hand fists in your hair, roughly tugging your head back. “Ah ah ah, be a good girl. Keep it down, don’t make daddy gag the babysitter” he groans hearing your desperate whimper, knowing he’d hit a button with that one. 

His lips roughly press against yours, wrapping his free arm around your waist when your legs threaten to give way beneath you. Grabbing at his suit jacket you pull his body closer as his tongue runs across your lips. 

Your tongue quickly meets his, stoking the fire building between your legs when he takes complete control. Pulling away suddenly, he drags those perfect white teeth over your bottom lip. You breathlessly look up at him with hooded eyes, he looks right back at you, with a look in his eyes like he’s about to devour you.

Jensen’s fingers tighten in your hair as soft lips and sharp teeth make their way down your neck, pausing every now and then to suck marks into your skin. You cling to his jacket as his hand drags slowly up the back of your thigh, slipping beneath your skirt he grabs your ass roughly, unable to stop the roll of your hips as he pulls you closer.

His raspy voice is in your ear again, those soft lips caressing you.

“I bet you wear these little skirts just to tease me don’t you? Dirty girl. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much shorter they are when it’s just me around” 

He releases your hair and drops his hand from your body, taking your small hand in his much larger one, you follow him as he leads you into the living room. 

Closing the door he locks it, the baby monitor on the side remains quiet as he leads you into the middle of the room. You swallow hard as this gorgeous giant of a man looms over you, fingers pushing beneath your thin t-shirt. Pushing the material up your body, his big warm hands that never leave your skin. You lift your arms as he tugs the t-shirt over your head.

“Jensen please, I want your cock” you moan as those long fingers drag over your rib cage teasingly.

His chuckle is low and deep, tongue pressed to the back of his teeth. You suddenly realise that’s the first time you’ve ever used his first name, he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact it seems to have the opposite effect..

“Oh, do you baby. Then be a good girl, get on your knees. Beg for it” the second those husky words leave his plump lips you drop down onto your knees at his feet. Staring up at him like he was the only thing in the universe, resting your hands on his strong thighs. The massive bulge in his jeans practically makes your mouth water. Jensen takes off his suit jacket and tosses it over the arm of the chair, before his darkened green eyes settle back on you once more.

“I’ll be a good girl, please Mr Ackles. Fuck my mouth, just wanna make you feel good.” You beg the older man above you, rolling your hips down into nothing.

You wait on baited breath as Jensen tugs open his belt without a word, you sit up higher on your knees, licking your lips when he pops the button open and pulls down the zip. His thumbs tuck in the sides of his jeans and boxers, he pushes them down to his knees with a few rough shoves. 

Allowing his cock to spring free. You can’t help but suck in a breath and lean in closer when he wraps his long fingers around his thick length, you’re moaning please all over again. He pumps his cock up and down with a firm grasp and you can feel your slick starting to leak through your panties, he’s even bigger than you’d first imagined.

“Look at you, my cock hungry little slut. So fuckin’ perfect. Open up baby girl” he practically growls, tapping the swollen tip against your parted lips. 

You do as you’re told, his words shooting straight to your throbbing pussy. Your mouth open and tongue waiting, you moan as soon as the tip touches your tongue, pre-come leaking freely the heady taste as you close your lips around him. Jensen groans above you, his hands fisting at both sides of your hair, wrapping the thick tresses around his hands.

Swirling your tongue around the swollen tip, you feel his grip tightening, taking him further into your mouth, your tongue dragging along the underside, following that thick throbbing vein.

You whimper when he tugs harshly and thrusts his hips.

“Look at me” he grunts thrusting again, you gag a little but manage to control it, looking up and locking your eyes on those dark green almost black eyes. “So fucking good for me” he moans when you hollow your cheeks and try to relax your throat.

Your fingers dig into your thighs when he thrusts again, forcing himself further down your throat , the noise he makes is so fucking sexy, you loose his eye contact when he throws his head back and moans your name. You can feel the heat rising across your skin, clenching your thighs you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening. 

Your moaning around him as he starts a steady rhythm, hips snapping against your face, saliva mixed with his pre-come leaking from the sides of your lips. You’re so close to coming, with the noises he’s making, the feel of him deep down your throat, hands fisting in your hair. You gasp when he finally pulls out of your mouth and throat, gulping down air as he fists his cock at the base.

“Was that okay?” you ask as innocently as possible, your voice hoarse and breathy.

He grabs your arm, hauling you up off the floor, his hands are tight on your arms as he pulls you into a bruising kiss. His lips leave yours all too quickly. You stumble back with a smirk, seeing that devilish look on his face as he stalks towards you. Jensen shoves you gently, until the back of your legs connect with the sofa and you fall back onto it, looking up at him expectantly from beneath your eyelashes.

He remains quiet as he unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor, revealing that perfect tanned freckled skin that’s hidden beneath. You lick your lips as he gets closer, he’s fucking gorgeous. The last thing to go is the tie which is dropped by your foot.

“You know damn well that was more than okay, nearly came down your throat” he half chuckles when you have to bite back a grin. However, that quickly turns into a moan when the front of your plaid skirt flicks up.

“Gotta taste that pretty pussy baby girl” he rasps, kicking off his jeans.

You cry out when he tugs your ankles so that your ass is hanging almost off of the sofa. He presses a finger to those plump lips of his before he drops to his knees, making quick work of pulling your panties off, throwing them over his shoulder. You go push down your skirt but he stops you. Unyielding grip on your wrist. 

“No. That stays on darlin’. You wore it to wind me up, so now you can leave it on” he tells you as he licks up one of your inner thighs, groaning when your slick hits his tongue. “Walking around like a dirty school girl, now you can fucking act like one”

You whimper as he roughly suckles at your inner thigh, dragging his teeth across the skin, before moving higher and doing the same.

“I’m s-sorry, please I-” you’re cut off when his tongue moves through your slick folds, you slam a hand over your mouth as he groans into your pussy, that thick perfect tongue pushing inside you. You roll your hips into his face and he slaps your thigh, but that just shoots straight to your throbbing pussy as two thick fingers circle your clit.

You do it again, begging for more behind your hand. This time however he isn’t so forgiving. When he  pulls his face away you whine a pathetic apology, which quickly turns into a scream of pleasure and pain as he slaps your pussy lightly, three times in a row.

“You don’t get to fuck my face baby, you’re not in charge here. Take what you’re fucking given, am I clear” he growls, pushing your legs up and making you hold them back. 

You nod quickly, nails digging into your legs, feeling two of his thick fingers circling your opening. 

“Yes Jensen. I’ll be good. Fuck please” you beg, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head when pushes those fingers inside you slowly. 

“Fuck baby girl, such a tight little pussy” he moans lowering his lips again, so his breath ghosts over your clit. You can’t arch against him like you want to, you just have to lay back and take it. His tongue flicks out and you can’t help but whine freely, with no hand to hold in your noises now.

 “Only ever been with one guy and your cock twice as big” you pant trying to catch your breath. Your voice comes out a little more worried than you’d have liked it to.

“Don’t worry baby, gonna make you come so hard. This little pussy is gonna fit my cock like a god damned glove by the time I'm done with you” the last part of his promise is muffled as his lips close around your clit, tongue flicking back and forth over the bundle of nerves in time with the rough fast movements of his fingers.

You quickly feel your orgasm approaching, like a freight train hurtling down the track. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he curls them, repeatedly stroking at that spot that makes your legs shake and your head fuzzy. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off as your orgasm hits hard, your body goes tense beneath him, but he doesn’t stop or slow down.

“Fucking give it to me baby girl, you can do it. I can feel it” he commands before returning his lips and tongue to your clit, applying a little extra pressure with his fingers on every thrust.

You look down at him, eyes lidded barely able to keep them open, he’s watching you when your eyes meet, dark green eyes locked on your face. Your thighs shake and all you can do is gasp for air and cling to your own legs, your stomach burns and you feel like every nerve ending is sparking at once. Jensen groans into you when a wet squelching sound fills the room. 

“Oh! Oh god!” you scream, dropping your legs back onto his shoulders as your body arches uncontrollably, your hand flying to cover your mouth, the other grabs the top of his head trying to push him away, as your entire body shudders. He doesn’t budge, but he does slowly remove his fingers, licking his way down your thighs following the lines of your slick.

“Fuck that was so hot baby, don’t tell me I’ve broken you already” Jensen grins, winking when he finally pulls your legs from his shoulders and stands. All you can do is smile back, whimpering when you move at the sensitivity between your legs.

He holds out his hand for you, which you take gratefully. He pulls harder than you’d expected, so that you’re crushed against his chest, gripping your hair he pulls your lips to his. You run your hands over his chest as your tongues slide perfectly against one another, making sure you touch everything you’ve never touched but always wanted to. 

Your ass bumps into the side of the sofa and Jensen stops, suddenly pulling away from your lips, you barely have time to catch the smirk on those plump lips. He spins you quickly so your back is pressed against his solid chest, hand wrapping around your throat gently as his lips press to your ear. 

“You still want my cock baby? Still want me to fuck you until you can’t walk” he asks deep and husky voice, washing over you like a hot shower, as his fingers flex around your throat.

“Fuck yes. Want you to fucking ruin me, Mr. Ackles” 

That seems to be the last straw, with a growl he pushes you forward roughly, until you fall over the arm of the sofa. He kicks your legs apart and takes hold of his cock, running it through your wet pussy, hearing you mewl beneath him, pushing back against him. He pauses when the head of his cock presses against your opening.

“Is this what you want baby?” he asks in a gravelly voice making you shiver.

“God yes! Please!” you whimper into the cushion under your face.

“Spread those cheeks for me baby, let me see you” he asks, breathing out slowly when he slips inside you a little further. “Wanna see every time my cock slips inside that tight little pussy” he growls pushing in another inch, you comply immediately, reaching back you grip your ass, spreading your cheeks for him, the curve of your back pushing you closer to him.

Suddenly his hips snap forward, filling you completely luckily your drawn out moan is completely muffled by the sofa cushion. Your nails dig into your ass cheeks as he pulls out almost all the way and roughly thrusts himself back inside, pushing the sofa forward with the force.

“Oh fuck! Look at you. All mine” he grunts possessively, repeating the action a little quicker again and again, your hands slip from your ass and push underneath you, holding yourself up.

“Put your fucking hands back Y/N” Jensen demands slapping your ass roughly, as the other fists in your skirt, pulling you back against him,

“I-I can’t” you cry out again as he slams forward, hips slapping hard and bruising against your ass.

“Fine” there’s a pause as he stills behind you. Bending down awkwardly, he grabs his discarded tie, roughly yanking your arms back from under you, he pulls your wrists together resting them on your ass. Tightly securing the tie around them, he tugs making sure it’s tight enough. “There. Get out of that” he grunts through that dark chuckle, picking his pace up, until your mouth drops open in a silent scream.

His thrusts are brutal and unforgiving and you’ve never felt more in heaven in your life.

“J-Jensen, I’m gonna c-” he cuts you off with another harsh slap to your ass.

“No. You’re gonna hold it baby girl, you’ll wait until I tell you. Call it punishment for movin’ your hands” he snaps with another powerful slap to your ass. 

You gasp through a moan, feeling your walls clenching every time he pulls you back onto his cock, while he continues fucking into your tight wet heat. Your head is spinning, pussy throbbing around his thick length, feeling every ridge against your inner walls. 

Your nails are digging harshly into your palms, as he continues to rail into you at an inhuman pace that has your legs shaking. Jensen grips onto his tie forcing your body off of the sofa, you’re trying so hard to hold back your orgasm, but you can feel that familiar feeling from earlier, heating back up in your stomach and you know you couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to.

“Jensen. I’m gonna do it again! Please, I can’t stop it” you scream, clamping your mouth shut, biting into your lip harshly to try keep your noise down.

Jensen whimpers as your walls clamp down around his cock violently, his balls draw up and he has to grit his teeth.

“Do it, my dirty little slut. Fuckin’ squirt for me baby” 

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, feeling Jensen’s come fill you full, even leaking down your thighs. With sweat soaking your skin, your orgasm hits so powerful that it forces Jensen's cock from inside you. You’re practically sobbing when it stops, shaking violently you faintly feel him undoing your wrists before he pulls you back against his chest, those strong arms wrapped around your body holding you up. Your head drops back onto his shoulder as he gently sucks and licks at your neck, teeth softly scraping over your skin. 

“I gotcha baby, you’re okay” he murmurs against your skin, his voice like honey.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re something else Mr. Ackles” you giggle as he turns you in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Finally pushing your fingers into his thick hair when he kisses you, both of you capturing each other's moans. The easy eager slide of his tongue against yours is just what you need, he pulls away with a gentle sigh brushing his fingers through your hair.

“You have no idea how much I needed that baby girl, you were fucking perfect” he winks with that panty dropping smile.

“You have no idea, Jensen. You were even better than I thought you’d be” You giggle at the look on his face. “Yes I’ve thought about it” you confirm, gently slapping his chest when he wiggles those eyebrows at you.

“Me too, a lot” he chuckles when you blush.

“So, I guess I should get going” you smile, swallowing the nerves and the worry of this being awkward as well as the fact you may have lost your job. On the account of you fucking your boss.

“Oh no you don’t. We have a lot to talk about young lady, specifically earlier” he pauses watching the confusion crossing your face. “So, you like the sound of daddy gagging the babysitter, yeah?” he grins when your blush turns from pink to red and you shift awkwardly. Jensen presses just under your chin getting you to meet his eyes again.

Biting your lip you nod. “Say it.” he tells you rough hand gripping your ass beneath your skirt.

“Yes daddy” you breathe out just above a whisper. 

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[ohtheseboysilove]

Finally home. [AU Soldier!Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 700 K +

Warnings : tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary : High-school reunion and Reader has to go all by herself. But Ben has a little surprise for her at the last minute.

Note : I got a thing for men in uniform and I got a even bigger thing for Ben so here we go, hope you like this oversweet little piece :)

x Masterlist x

“Yeah, I’m still coming tonight” You replied to your friend through the phone, biting absent-mindedly on your nails. “No, Ben is still in Kenya, he should be home around next week, not before” You hated the pity in your friend’s voice and quickly said your goodbye before hanging up and threw your phone on your bed.

Tonight was the ten-years reunion with your old classmates from High-school and you said that you would go when you got the invitation. Now you were bitterly regretting it. You weren’t sure why you said yes, honestly you didn’t even have a good time through your fifteen to your eighteen, seriously who did ? You had few friends, few bitches in your class too and a meaningless boyfriend. Nothing too horrible but nothing you remembered like good old time. You didn’t see most of these peoples for ten years and you knew what was the point of this reunion, most of them just wanted to show how good their life was now compared to the other old mates from school. That was stupid but now it was too late to cancel. And seeing few good old friends from their early years of your life couldn’t be so horrible after all.

And Ben wasn’t even here. It wasn’t his fault, he was in the British Army and his team was deployed in Kenya to track illegal wildlife trade until next week. If nothing happened before. It didn’t sound like but it was actually a dangerous mission. These people were ready do anything to keep their merchandises then sell them, including killing those who would try to stop them. You were worried most of the time about his safety but you knew Ben loved his job and you were incredibly proud of him. But sometime it was hard to be alone for such a long time. And for an event like this one…you would have loved to have your fiancé at your side. You were twenty-eight years old and it would be a bit depress to show up alone.

But you had to go anyway. Even without Ben by your side.

**

You were in the cab, going to a very fancy restaurant which was entirely ranted for the evening. A ball of nerves was stuck in your stomach. No one was very confident as a teenagers and the thought of seeing these people again brought you back to this period, with a very low confidence. You were wearing a pretty dress, a light but classy makeup and sadly, you were all by yourself.

Not everyone was coming tonight but you were pratically the only one without a date. You felt crappy but you kept your mouth shut and smiled at every of your old classmates.

“Hi Jeanette” You quickly hugged the little brunette, one of your old friend which you didn’t see in almost eight years.

“How my god, (Y/N), hi! How are you doing?” She was still as happy and bubbly as you remembered. “This is my husband Devon”

And this went on for solid forty minutes. You met every girlfriend/fiancée/wife and boyfriend/fiancé/husband of all your old classmates, receving the little pity look when you explained that your fiancé couldn’t come because of work. Delia, probably the worst bitch during high-school quietly scoffed and you were pretty sure she called you a liar when you talked about your engagement with Ben.

“So (Y/N), what was the name of your boyfriend again? Barry ?” Delia asked as you were speaking with few of your old classmates at the bar. You knew what she wanted to do and it was pissing you off. She never directly attacked you at school because you were basically quiet and invisible but right now, you were the number one target as everyone was rather nice about you being by yourself rather than mocking you like she probably hoped they would. Apparently not everyone change.

“My fiancé’s name is Benjamin” You gave her a fake smile and took a big sip of your wine, knowing you would need that to go through the evening. “But just Ben is fine”

“Oh sorry, I’m bad at remembering name” She shrugged and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, clearly not finish with her interrogation. “So why he isn’t here tonight? I forgot what you said”

“He is working” You bit the inside of your cheek to not just tell her to fuck off.

“Working? Pity really, my Trevor took the night off to come with me” The pretty redhead giggled, apparently proud to rub in your face the fact that her fiancé was here and that you were alone. “This little boyfriend of you should really review his priorities” She scornfully added, throwing dramatically her hairs back.

This was the last drop. You stood up brutally and was ready to throw your Martini right in her face when you felt a warm but firm hand on your shoulder, making you turned your head.

“What the— Ben ?” You felt tears immediately pooling in your eyes at the sight of your fiancé, still wearing his military clothes with the most charming smile ever.

“Hi, love” He smiled warmly and wiped with his thumb the single tear on your cheek. “M’ sorry I’m late. Just came from the airport, traffic was insane” You giggled with glossy eyes and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here” You cried, face buried into the crook of his neck as he gently rubbed your back, hugging you back.

You could feel every eyes of the room in you but you couldn’t care more. Ben was in your arms and alive. He tried to break the embrace but you refused to let him go, like if he would disappear as soon as you would. He murmured something about the bathroom and practically dragged you in there.

“Love, stop crying, please. I’m here now” He pressed several kissed on your hairs, feeling your body shook between his arms. “I’m sorry I’ve been away so long but I won’t be deployed away for the next six months, alright?”

You haven’t see him in almost sixteen weeks, worrying to death every day, wondering if he was alright. You couldn’t contact him like you wanted, sometime he wouldn’t have Wi-Fi for several days and you could help but imagining the worst.

“I— I was so, so worried for you, Ben” You sniffled against his skin, savouring his familiar and comforting scent.

“I know, love but I’m fine, I promise” He felt his heart tightened at the pain he was inflicted you. “Look at me, I’m totally fine”

“Gimme a minute” You rested your head against his chest, listening to his stable heartbeat, quite not believing he was here.

“Take your time, love” Ben ran his hand up and down your back, waiting patiently until you collected yourself. “How your evening is going?”

“Better now. I was…I was about to throw my drink into this bitch’s face” You chuckled and slowly broke the hug, sighing loudly. “But you stopped me right on time” You smiled and he imitated, showing his high and cute cheekbones in full display.

“Meh. I would have loved to see that” You giggled heartily and he squeezed your hips, bowing his head slightly to reach your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, the both of you savouring the long-waited reunion. “I missed you so much” He whispered against your mouth, sliding his palms against your cheeks to bring you closer.

“Me too, H. So much” You deepened the kiss, hooking your hands behind his neck and simply melted against him, wondering how did you survive four months without your Benny and his plump, delicious lips.

“Maybe we should go back before it becoming suspicious” He teased through the kiss, gently tugging on your lower lip.

“We should” But none of you stopped kissing though, continuing to make out for few more minutes. “Now we really need to go back” You chuckled breathlessly and grabbed a tissue to clean the smudged makeup around both of your mouths, grimacing as you noticed the large bruise on his jaw. “What happened ?”

You were used to see Ben come back with bruises and scars, it was part of his job but you still didn’t like it. That always made you remember how his work could be dangerous.

“Got hit by a guy who tried to run away. Little fucker knocked me off with his gun but we caught him anyway” He shrugged like if it wasn’t a big deal and it probably wasn’t for him but for you it only made your stomach churned, thinking about him getting hurt. “It’s doesn’t hurt much more, don’t worry" You nodded and pressed a little kiss on the purplish bruise before straightening your dress and combing slightly your hairs.

“How do I look?” You twirled on yourself and giggled when he whistled wolfishly, smacking playfully your arse.

“Gorgeous as always” He grinned and pecked your lips once again before opening the door. “I love you” He murmured into your ear then slid his arm around your waist, walking back to the dinning table.

"Love you too, baby ” You replied with a dreamy smile and blushed slightly as, once again, every eyes went back on the both of you.

He pulled the chair for you and you thanked him before seating and interlacing your fingers as soon as he was next to you.

“This is fuckin’ fancy, didn’t get the dress code before coming” Ben commented with an amused smile and few of your classmates chuckled, looking at his clothes.

He was clearly looking out of context with big military jacket, the dark green shirt matching his camouflage pants and then his large ranger boots to complete the perfect army look. Every guy were wearing suits and every woman were in fancy dresses but you couldn’t care less, he always looked good.

“The invitation indeed said that there was a dress code for this evening” Delia gave him a fake smile through her champagne glass, looking at him like he was an annoying little bug.

Ben recognised her poisoning tone right away, a slight smile curling on his lips. He squeezed your hand to calm you, knowing how easily you could bit back when someone disrespected your friends or family.

“Forgive me darlin’, was a bit busy and didn’t get the invite. The postal service in Kenya is not as good as is it in England” The curly man smirked and the all table bursted in laughed, making Delia clenched her jaw.

“Should we order now that everyone is here ?” A girl who you barely remembered, Matilda, said to calm the tension and waved to the waitress.

“I’m fucking starving” Ben mentioned to you, his fingers playing with yours, both your hands resting on your thigh. “The food was shit in the plane"

You chuckled at his little pout, knowing how grumpy he could be when he was hungry.

“Be patient, baby” You gently stroked his sweet face, smiling widely when he kissed your knuckles. "I’m so glad you’re here” You murmured with a honey-coated voice, heart fluttered at his pretty eyes.

The moment was broke by the waitresses bringing several plate of food and putting them in front of everyone.

“But we didn’t even order yet” Jeanette furrowed her brows as she looked at the fancy dishes.

"Oh that’s normal, it’s Trevor’s company which pay for everything tonight so we already set a menu for everyone” Delia stepped in, rubbing her fiancé’ shoulder with a proud smirk. “For the starter we have a watercress and celeriac soup with goat’s cheese croutons” She explained with a haughty voice, asking a waiter to pour more champagne in her glass.

“That’s a really fancy name for a vegetable soup” Ben commented quietly, a little grin on his face. You giggled silently and he winked at you.

The portion was minuscule and in three spoonfuls you were done, craving for more.

“It’s was delicious” You complimented to no one in particular and few guests agreed with you, nodding and repeating your words.

"I’m glad you’re please , all the food is cook by our personal chef, Louis” Delia bragged immediately, her fingers tugging on her — obviously — expensive diamonds necklace. “He is french and he is one of the absolute best !“

"Only the best for my fiancée” Trevor smirked and she matched his smirk, visibly both of them happy to rub their money in the face of everyone.

“I always forgot that you went in a fancy ass snobby school” Ben murmured after the ridiculous intervention of Delia and Trevor, making everyone awkwardly chuckled. “Thanks god you didn’t turn like that”

“I would kill myself seriously” You mumbled and played absent-mindedly with your engagement ring.

For the ten next minutes, Delia monopolised the conversation to talk about her wedding coming up in few months. You and Ben exchanged few glances, quietly laughing at the fanciness of everything. She was getting married in a freaking castle in France, of course, during summer and their were apparently a big number of important guests invited, including few celebrities from Hollywood.

“And then I’m still not sure for our honeymoon, I want Bali but I heard that the Bahamas is great too” She shook her head and pouted slightly, seeming to have a true dilemma. “Uurgh I hate that, it’s so hard to choose !”

You pinched your lips to not laugh and you looked at Ben who was rubbing his chin, watching your old classmate like she was some kind of alien.

“Baby, I wanna go to the Bahamas too” You falsely pouted and a large smile broke on his features. “And I want the Queen of England to bless our union" You added as you crossed your arms, mimicking perfectly Delia.

“Only the best for my fiancée” Ben repeated the precious words of Trevor, laughing heartily. “You can also have a unicorn to ride toward the aisle, would it make my girl happy ?”

You snorted loudly and immediately clasped a hand on your mouth, blushing a bit as everyone glanced at you.

“And what about you (Y/N) ?” Delia didn’t miss the occasion to drag you into her competition of who would have the best wedding. "Where Ben is bringing you for your honeymoon ?”

“On the moon” The blond man replied with a cheery voice and few people laughed.

“We’re going to Argentina” You said fondly, you and Ben had talk about going there for years and it was finally the best occasion to go. “Road trip all around the country for two months” You beamed and locked eyes with your fiancé, both of you very excited about this trip.

“Argentina ? Isn’t it a bit…rural ?” Delia arched her brow, visibly not impress by the choice of destination. “I mean if you want to go in South America, which I strongly not recommended, I had been robbed twice there, you should go to—"

“We’re already made our choice but thanks for the advice” Ben cut her rather harshly and she seemed offended by it. You were happy he stopped her because she was being rude and insufferable. “Argentina is our thing, had bee for a while now, isn’t it, love ?” You nodded with an adoring smile, looking at him fondly. His smile was matching yours and it warmed your heart.

His last comment relaxed the atmosphere and the conversation went back smoothly, even if Delia was a bit less loud than before.

“You’re the best” You mouthed to him and he winked at you, squeezed your thigh.

You raised your head to the waiters back, bringing the main dish, in a perfect synchronisation, giving to the meal a really snobby tone.

Delia cleared her throat once everyone get their plate, ready to explain the probably really fancy name of the ridiculously small dish.

“This is a duck breast with pomegranate and citrus glaze” You had no idea what on earth was a citrus glaze. “Bon appétit” She said in french, trying her best to suppress her english accent.

“I guess it’s too late to say that I’m vegetarian” Poppy, probably the coolest girl who was in your class during high-school – she offered you your first and only cigarette – sarcastically said with a fake smile for Delia.

The redhead chuckled awkwardly and went back to eating her plate, cheeks a bit redder than before. You glanced at Poppy who rolled her eyes and pushed on the side the duck before taking a spoonful of vegetables.

Ben gave you a distress look at the size of the dish and you shrugged, cutting a piece of the duck.

Once again, it only took few minutes to eat the small meal and you couldn’t wait for the dessert. You were in deep conversation with Denis, one of your old lab partner which was an absolute sweetheart and Harry was talking to Maggie and her wife Tracy, both clearly charmed by your fiancé’s aptitude to adapt everywhere. You loved that in Ben, he wasn’t really fitting the standards to be here tonight but he didn’t care, simply enjoying the night without any problems. His hand stayed linked to you knee, rubbing it sometimes.

“So Benjamin, how could you be here tonight ? If I remembered correctly, (Y/N) told us you were deployed for few more days" You glanced at the blond man because even you didn’t know how did he manage to be here.

“Well, easy, we caught the big fish we were after and wrapped our mission quicker than we thought. Our colonel was satisfied with our job so he let us go home sooner” You absolute adored how everyone seemed to admire his work and how brave he was to go this kind of mission. Rudy asked him what he did in this mission and so Ben explained simply that he was, for now, affected on the capture of the traders of illegal wildlife merchandises like rhinoceros’ or elephants’ horns for the ivory mostly.

“That’s very impressive !”

“Do you need guns during your work ?”

“For how long have you been doing that ?”

You smiled at the flow of questions for Ben which answered every one of them like it was simple office job. Delia didn’t look very happy to not be the centre of the attention anymore but even her fiancé was asking question, clearly impress by Ben’s job.

The questions finally calmed down when the deserts came and Delia announced it what again : It was a mango and coconut verrine with on the side, a pistachio macaron. Ben immediately dove into the sweet little thing, the glass looking ridiculously small into his large palms.

“When did you know you could come back home ?” You pushed your empty plate away and pressed your hand on Ben’s shoulder, rubbing softly his — probably — sore muscles.

The blond man glanced at you, his mouth full of macaron and chewed exaggeratedly before swallowing. A cheeky smile blossoming on his face.

“Yesterday morning” He replied, wiping his lips with a napkin.

You cocked your head and watched him leaned back against his chair, clearly knowing where you were going with your questions.

“Before or after our phone call ?” You slid your hand up to his neck, stroking his warm skin.

He squeezed your knee in return and stole you a quick kiss.

“Before” Ben said with your favourite boyish smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You cheekily pinched his skin and pouted. “I was so nervous to go by myself at this stupid reunion !” You brought your chair closer to his and he threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing a peck on your cheek.

You felt yourself snuggled closer to him, immediately relaxing at his touch. God, how much you had miss him. He brushed his nose against your skin then raised his hand, tracing the shape of your cheek’s bone and you couldn’t do much expect giving him a dreamy gaze.

“I wasn’t sure if I could catch a flight early enough to go with to your party, didn’t wanna give false hope” He explained with a soft voice. “And I also wanna surprised you” He grinned and squeezed your cheeks together, making you pout like a goldfish.

“Seriously ! I cried like a baby, It was embarrassing” You pushed his hands away making him laughed.

“No, that’s was adorable” His features turned more serious and his thumb went back on your cheek, caressing it sweetly. “You don’t know how much I love coming back home to you and seeing you so emotive and happy to have me back…” He gently cupped your face and gave you a loving kiss, you sighed quietly into the sweet moment. “That’s my favourite thing, ever. You’re my favourite person, ever” You sniffled and took a deep breath to not just burst in tears right now. “No more tears, lovie” He chuckled softly and you hid your face against his shoulder.

“Sorry but it’s your fault" You brushed a little kiss on his jaw and sat back correctly, you were in a fancy ass restaurant after all. “You’re too cute and I’m extra sensitive when you’re away for so long”

“I know, I’m sorry” Ben whispered and interlaced your hands together, smiling softly at the sight of your engagement ring.

“It’s not your fault” You smiled tenderly and sighed, looking around as everyone were in deep conversation. “What about we go home now ?” You whispered, suddenly the only thing you wanted was going back to your and Ben’s flat and cuddling in bed for at least three days straight. You didn’t wanted to be here anymore, you just wanted Ben, no one else.

“That’s a fuckin’ great idea” The blond man grinned and stood up, tugging you with him.

You said your goodbye to everyone and Delia seemed glad that you were finally leaving, a satisfied smirk adorning her face.

“Wanna go to McDonald’s before home ?” You asked Ben as he helped you put your coat on, grinning wildly at your suggestion.

“Hell, yes. I’m fucking starving”

***

[erisgregory]

You Were In The Darkness Too, Ch. 2

cross posted to AO3

or start with chapter one

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Relationship: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Alex Manes, Maria DeLuca, Michael Guerin, Various Manes Family Members Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Family Reunions,

Homophobia

Summary: Alex has to go to his family reunion, but between his father and all the well wishing matchmakers, Alex really needs a date. A boyfriend, to be exact. So he asks Michael, which is either the best idea in the world, or the worst.

The drive from Roswell, New Mexico to Wichita Falls, Texas was almost six hours, so they would arrive at the reunion at around one if they stayed on course. And Alex definitely panned to stay on course. The cooler could tide them over till lunch which they would eat when they got there. He hadn’t been to his aunt’s house in years, but he had to admit there were a few people he was looking forward to seeing.

Michael was quiet in the beginning as if he weren’t very talkative first thing in the morning. He didn’t say a thing when Alex turned on the radio and found a Fall Out Boy song to listen to. He just looked out the window for the first thirty minutes or so sipping the coffee that Alex had brought him. By the time they came to Lea County Michael was sitting up straight in his seat and looking a good deal more alive.

“Not really the morning type are you?” Alex asked him.

“I know how to get up early, but I’m not crazy about it. Even after years of working on the ranch.” Michael admitted.

That made sense to Alex. He hadn’t always been a morning person, but the Air Force had changed that. Now he rose with the dawn whether or not he had an alarm set. It just became a part of who he was, like making his bed first thing in the morning and keeping his boots polished. He’d thought about relaxing some of his regimen, but then it hadn’t felt right, so he just kept it up.

He was trying to picture what Michael might have done on the ranch and he couldn’t quite see it in his head. Not without more information. “What did you do, when you worked on the ranch, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I don’t mind.” Michael told him. “I was a ranch hand so it really depended on what time of year it was. Odd jobs here and there mostly. Probably what you’d imagine. Working with the horses and cattle. Keeping the ranch running. Fixing things that were broken. The usual.”

Alex could picture it now. Michael really was a cowboy. The real deal, too. A part of Alex wished he could have seen Michael at work. On a horse, his cowboy hat pulled low to keep the setting sun from his eyes.

“You’re picturing some movie scene cowboy shit right now, aren’t you?” Michael asked, breaking him from his train of thoughts and completely catching on to what he’d been imagining.

“Maybe.” Alex said, a smile twisting at his mouth.

“It’s not glamorous, by any means.” Michael said. “But I liked the work. Kept my hands busy.”

“Do you miss it?” Alex asked softly.

“Nah.” Michael said. “It’s nice to set my own schedule for a change. Choose which jobs to take and which to pass on.”

“I see.” Alex said. He wouldn’t know about choosing jobs or setting his own schedule, he was still pulling desk duty for the Air Force and it looked like that might be his lot in life, at least for now.

The fell quiet again for a while, until Michael finally spoke up about the music. “I’ve been enjoying this walk down memory lane, but I don’t think I can take any more emo alternative shit right now.”

“Is that so.” Alex laughed shocked by Michael’s tone of voice.

“Yeah, we need to expand your horizons a little bit.” Michael told him.

“And just what do you have in mind?” Alex asked, curious.

“Spotify.” He said, holding up his phone. “Where’s the adapter go?

“Did you make a playlist for the drive?” Alex guessed.

“Of course.” Michael shrugged.

Alex laughed. “Okay, it goes here.” And he pointed low on the dash where the adapter plugged in. Then he switched the from am/fm to auxiliary.

Michael plugged in his phone and reached to turn the volume up, causing Alex to laugh again.

“This better be good.” Alex warned.

Michael shot him a grin before hitting play on his phone. The first song was clearly country, Michael said it was Eric Church, but then he promised the playlist wasn’t all country so Alex stuck with it. It was actually really good, had a great beat to drive to.

The playlist lasted them all the way to the New Mexico/Texas border. They listened to Rage Against the Machine, Matt Nathanson, Little Big Town, The Sex Pistols, and Muse. At the border Michael pulled up George Strait and together they sang Amarillo By Morning, despite the fact that they were heading to Wichita Falls. It was hilarious, Alex couldn’t even recall how he would have learned the song. Probably his mom.

They got out a rest stop to stretch and to switch places. The air was warm, but the breeze was fresh and cool enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable. Alex pulled out the cooler and they sat at one of the drab little picnic tables eating grapes and cheese and drinking cold water. It was then that Alex realized he’d forgotten the hard part that was coming up. He’d been so distracted by the good music and Michael’s company that he’d stopped thinking about having to see his family.

Granted there were a few people he’d be happy to see, but it was a chore more than anything else. Even with Michael there as a buffer, and wow, thinking about that made him think that maybe they needed to talk about what being together might look like. What it would look like and also what boundaries they wanted to have. They definitely needed to talk boundaries.

“What’s got you thinking so hard over there?” Michael asked.

Alex offered him a tight smile. “While we’re here, I thought we should talk about what being boyfriends will need to look like and maybe set some boundaries.”

“Well, what do you think it should look like?” Michael wanted to know.

“I’m not sure. Things like holding hands or offering to help each other, get things for each other.” Alex began.

“What about kissing? Boyfriends kiss.” Michael pointed out.

Alex had to think about that. “Not on the mouth.” He said eventually.

Michael raised his eyebrows at that. “Okay.” He said. “This is your dog and pony show.”

Alex huffed a laugh. It certainly was, he thought.

“Anything else?” Michael asked him.

“I think terms of endearment are okay, but nothing gross like baby or sugar. I can’t picture you calling me anything but Alex, but if you have to try to make it believable.” Alex told him.

“Fair enough. Sweetheart.” He teased. Alex just rolled his eyes.

“What about you, do you have any limits we should add?” Alex asked.

“No, I think we’ve pretty much covered everything. Except what if you need to leave or can’t take any more of someone’s company. Should we have a code word?” Michael asked him.

“I don’t know, probably. You’re just as likely to need to leave as I am.” Alex said.

“Okay, then what’s our word? Something we wouldn’t normally say.” Michael said.

“Okay, how about Star Wars?” Alex asked.

“You are such a nerd. Are you sure you’re not going to be talking about Star Wars at some point this afternoon?” Michael shook his head at Alex.

“Fine, you pick a word.” Alex told him. He downed the rest of his water bottle and then narrowed his eyes at Michael wondering just what he was going to come up with.

“Alright.” Michael said, wiping his hands on his jeans. “How about, daisy? It’s simple and neither of us are likely to bring it up in casual conversation.”

“Daisy? Okay. Daisy it is.” Alex agreed with a laugh.

They finished their snack and headed back to the car where Alex passed over his keys. “This is my baby.” He said. “Go easy on her.”

“Don’t you worry.” Michael said with a laugh.

They switched back to Alex’s music for some Green Day and Panic! At The Disco, there was some Better Than Ezra and The Eagles, which they both agreed on.

Sometimes they sang along and sometimes they were quiet. It was a companionable silence though, one that gave Alex time to think. The road continued to stretch on ahead of them, though they were more than halfway there when Alex said, “We should get our story straight.”

Michael turned the radio down. “Like how we met, started dating? That sort of thing?”

“Yes.” Alex said, worried now for the first time about how they were going to pull this off.

“Okay, that’s no big deal, we just tell the truth. Your dad’s going to be there, right? He’s gonna know the truth for the most part, so we stick to that and maybe even mention our on again off again tendencies.” Michael suggested.

“Okay, yeah, okay.” Alex said.

“Hey, listen, we’ve got this, you don’t have to worry.” Michael told him. “Don’t go getting your panties in a twist over nothing.”

“My panties are fine. I’m just concerned that we come across as believable. Even to my father. He’ll be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.” Alex explained.

“We will, we just have to act like we’re used to being out together. You need to get in the right headspace for that.” Michael told him.

“Me? Why not both of us?” Alex wanted to know.

“Because I never had a problem being in public with you, but you--” Michael tried to explain but Alex cut him off.

“Got it. Yeah.”

“I don’t mean to piss you off, I just want you to think about it. This isn’t just Isobel, this is your whole family. And I’m fine with that, but are you sure you are? We don’t have to go through with this, you can drop me off somewhere and pick me up after.” Michael offered.

“I am. I have to be.” Alex said.

Michael sighed but reached to turn the music up again. “Okay, just checking.” He said softly.

They arrived at his Aunt Brenda’s house at 1:20 pm and Alex was officially nervous. He turned off the car and took a deep breath, turning to Michael. “Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” Michael told him.

Together they walked into the house hand in hand in silent agreement, and headed for the backyard, following the sounds of children laughing and general gaity that Alex just wasn’t feeling. Michael gave his hand a quick squeeze as they walked back out into the sunshine, and that was the only thing that could have made Alex feel better just then.

[illusinia]

Untitled

A random untitled thing I did because someone inspired me to make Kylo and Armitage cousins playing the biggest spy game ever. Their grandmother would be proud. Also, sorry for the long scroll. I can't find the button for read more on the app.

Armitage's parents are Mara Jade and Like Skywalker in this.

Pairs: Darkpilot and oneside Reyux, all just discusse

Summary: Kylo and Armitage have a moment to talk and joke around while undercover at the FO.

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“Don't you look awful,” remarked Kylo as he swept into Hux's room, eying the man wearily. His cousin flipped him off in response, downing a glass of Corellian whiskey as he did. Both of Kylo's eyebrows shot up. “Rough day?”

“I hate this sometimes,” replied Hux, leaning his head back over the edge of his chair. “Pretending to be an ambitious power hungry prick is only fun when I can repress the rest of my instincts.”

Kylo whistled, leaning back in his chair. “Who was it? Only another person could make you this mopy. And please, don't say Phasma. That woman makes my skin crawl.”

“You just don't like dominant women,” remarked Armitage with a scoff, rolling his eyes. “I can see the appeal.”

“Oh force it's Phasma,” groaned Kylo in a melodramatic tone. “She's going to crush your heart. Literally. Crush it and eat it.”

Armitage rolled his eyes, pouring himself another glad. “Actually, she prefers her hearts pureed. Easier to drink.”

“That's just morbid,” remarked Kylo as he swiped the liquor bottle from Armitage, threatening wordlessly to drink from it.

Armitage scowled in response, snagging a glass from his cabinet. “Don’t be an animal.”

“You mean like your dad?” teased Kylo as he took the glass and poured himself a finger. “He's planning to mess with Rey when she gets to Ach-to to ask for training. Apparently there are these big, green-milk secreting creatures and he's going to milk one in front of her and drink it to drive her away.”

“That would certainly drive me away,” mumbled Armitage as he took a slower sip of his glass, shoulders hunching a bit.

Kylo froze, glass half to his lips as he turned his head slowly to stare at his cousin. “No.”

“What?” bristled Armitage, a blush growing over his cheeks.

“Seriously?” asked Kylo, his group pulling wide across his lips. “Seriously, Rey? The scavenger from Jakku?”

“What?!” squawked Armitage, a blush covering his cheeks. “Why would you think that?”

“A Hutt’s fat slug body, you're crushing on Rey!” the sheer glee in his voice was impossible to suppress. If anything, Armitage blushed deeper.

“Must you use terms like that?” asked Armitage with a groan, pressing his face into his arm. “I hate when my father uses them and I particularly hate when you do! They're so ridiculous.”

“Hey, that one came from my dad, not yours,” remarked Kylo, a smirk curling over his lips as he sipped his drink. “You're crushing on the girl who nearly killed me.”

“I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?” asked Armitage with a groan, glancing up at Kylo wearily.

Kylo grinned and nudged Armitage's shoulder gently. “After all the shit you gave Poe and I when we were teenagers, I'm pretty sure you deserve it.”

“You two had sex in the bunk directly over mine,” grumbled Armitage. “I think kicking your mattress was somewhat warranted. Besides, Poe is the one who ofo join me, if you'll recall.”

“Yep, and I kicked him out of the bunk for that joke,” reminded Kylo with a grin, talking a sip of his drink.

“Yes, I recall. He was completely naked.” Armitage paused a second before adding: “is he actually as endowed as he appeared to be?”

“Oh yeah,” confirmed Kylo with a sigh. He missed Poe. It was the worst part about this whole thing. The only relief he got were the occasions where he got shore leave or some other opportunity to ex m escape and meet Poe somewhere. They'd only been able to see each other 15 times in the last nine years. “I'll be glad when this is finished.”

“We won't see either of you for a month, will we?” asked Armitage with a smirk, albeit a sad one. He’d realized as soon as he started this entire charade that he didn't have someone like Poe waiting for him. No one had really noticed that he had disappeared. Sure, his aunt had asked about him, but he had never had many friends. And the few he had were involved in this whole fiasco. He wouldn't have somebody like Poe to go to when this was all done. Well, assuming he survived.

“Probably not, if my mother will leave us alone long enough,” admitted Kylo with a sheepish smile. “At least neither of us can get pregnant.”

“Oh please, you two would already have three children if you could with all the sex you had during puberty.” He was pretty sure those two had sex every opportunity they got.

“Please, no one would want to have children with me,” scoffed Kylo, one of his boots bumping the bar. “Especially no one who saw my gangly teenage self. I'm still not sure what Poe saw in me.”

“He loves you, Kylo. Don't doubt that. Any man who stays with you for nine years even when you can't see each other much loves you,” reasoned Armitage sadly. He wished he could find something, someone, like that. He'd never been lucky that way though.

“Doesn't mean he'd have kids with me, just that he hasn't realized he could do better,” replied Kylo quietly, before pointing a finger at Armitage. “Now stop trying to change the subject. Rey, seriously?”

“I'm not discussing this with you,” stated Armitage firmly, downing his drink again.

“Who else are you going to discuss it with, Phasma? She'll just laugh at you. Or sit on you for having feelings.” Kylo shook his head, raising a hand to feign misery. “Or perhaps you'll sit there, resigned to misery over a love never realized.”

“Or maybe I'll simply kick your ass for being a dramatic prick.” Armitage felt his lips twitch up though, a smile tugging at the corners at Kylo's absolutely ridiculous activities. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it makes you smile when you're being your own version of dramatic,” alerted kylo, taking a drink of his whiskey. “Like your dad.”

“Please, I'm more like my mother,” dismissed Armitage cooly. “Calm, cool under pressure, and emotionally stable.”

Kylo burst into laughter at that, hand slapping the table as he laughed. He nearly fell off his stool, he was laughing so hard. “You can't be serious!” he gasped, blinking at Armitage in disbelief. “Do you know how many times I saw Mara throw something at your father when he was being dense? Or when she was just plain pissed with him?”

“Are you telling me you wouldn't do the same?” countered Armitage with a raised eyebrow. “You know how recalcitrant he can be.”

“Oh I remember,” assured Kylo with a grin, still chuckling. “Even if I didn't, you're just as bad sometimes.”

“I am not!” exclaimed Armitage, agast. “You take that back!”

“Nope, you got your dad's stubborn nature,” dismissed Kylo with a grin. “And I'm sure once you finally meet Rey, you'll charm her just like your father charmed your mother.”

“I think my mother tried to kill him,” remarked Armitage, brow furrowing slightly. “There was something about a big stick and an alleyway.”

“Hey, Rey has a big stick! It's perfect!” exclaimed Kylo, like everything was somehow magically solved.

“Force, you've gone completely mad,” groaned Armitage before he banged his head on the counter. “You've been working with Snoke too long, you've lost your mind.”

“Your mom tried to kill your dad when they met, my mom stole your dad's blaster and made everyone jump in a trash compactor, Poe almost fell on me when we met,” pointed out Kylo as he stood and stretched. “I think there's a pattern of our family facing mortal danger to meet our significant others.”

“Lovely,” remarked Armitage, frowning a bit. “How did our grandparents meet again?”

“Apparently grandfather won grandmother and her Jedi guard a part to fix their ship while pod racing,” replied Kylo with a smirk. “And then again when he got assigned as her guard after someone tried to kill her.”

Armitage groaned, banging his head on the counter. “Damn, there is a pattern.”

“Or we're all just naturally attracted to people who try to kill us or save us by doing dangerous things,” reasoned Kylo as he reached over to pat Armitage's back. “Either way, you'll fall in love with someone eventually, probably someone who tries to kill you.”

“Yes, because that's such an appealing thought,” muttered Armitage against the counter.

“Hey, at least you know if Rey tries to kill you, it's meant to be,” teased Kylo as he patted Armitage's back before turning to leave. “I'd better get back to my quarters. Get some sleep, Armitage. You need it.”

Sighing, Armitage nodded and murmured a soft “Goodnight Ben”. He heard the door to his quarters hiss open and shut. Listened as his cousin's footsteps echoed down the hall until he couldn't hear them anymore.

With a sigh, he downed the rest of his drink, then did the same with the remainder of Kylo's. He didn't have the heart to argue with him about Rey. About how, like Poe, he was sure the vibrant young woman would find his cousin far more attractive than him and, much like Poe, would find herself lusting for the younger man. He'd resigned himself to the fact years ago that kylo was simply the more attractive of the two of them.not physically per se, but he had an energy about him that attracted people. Be that attraction good or bad.

Sighing again, Armitage hosted himself up from his seat and began to make his way towards his bedroom. Perhaps tonight he would even have a dreamless sleep.

...Yeah, right. And a Hutt would weigh under 500 kills.

[thebustedandtheblue]

The Busted pt. 1

This is legit the first time I’ve written fanfiction in close to 15 years. Let’s hope it’s okay. I’m going to try and combine a bit of the comics with the MCU, because there’s a lot in the spacey part of Marvel that I like.

“Have you been to Knowhere before?”

“No…”

“You’ll like it. You can find just about anything in Knowhere.”

He was a newly minted Ravager, all in black to match the others of his new clan. Yondu looked at his superior officer, Stakar. It had only been six, maybe seven, months since he had been rescued by Stakar. A fresh twenty-one years old. He looked out the starbard window and saw the monstrosity that was Knowhere. A climate controlled city in a celestial’s skull. He had heard of it before but hearing about it and seeing it were two different things.

“Yeah I’m sure I will”

It was a short trip. Out to a buyer and then on to something else. But not without spending a little of their hard earned units. Off they went to the diviest of dive bars that Knowhere had to offer. It had everything. Liquor like paint thinner, beer like piss, and the saddest stripper bots money did not want to buy. Just the place for the Ravagers.

Yondu wasn’t feeling it. He was unsure of what to do. He sat there and nursed his drink while some of the others fed units into the depressed ladydroids. Stakar has taken notice.

“Yondu try and enjoy yourself.”

Yondu shruged. “I’m fine.” He went back to scanning the room and slowly drinking his beer.

“No you’re not fine. When was the last time you had a good time?”

He shot his commanding officer a glance. Yondu fell silent again.

Stakar sighed, exasperated. “Look, Yondu, we’re not going to punish you for enjoying yourself. Get out there, find a girl, do...something. Your scowling is bringing everyone else down.”

Yondu kept silent.

“If I have to give you an order…”

“Alright I’m goin!” He exclaimed. He downed his drink and went over to the bar. If he was going to be forced into having fun it’ll be the cross-eyed kind. Yondu ordered another drink. Something stronger.

She needed a target.

A mark. Someone to ‘trade places’ with. It wasn’t safe for her on Knowhere anymore. It wasn’t safe for her anywhere if she was going to be honest with herself. Which she wasn’t. But in her mind, anywhere was better than Knowhere. She scanned the bar she called home at the moment for someone, anyone, who looks like they wouldn’t put up much of a fight and didn’t look like they lived THERE.

Near the big window in front of the bar. He had come in with a group lead by an arcturan.

Blue skin and dressed in dark leathers. He had the look of someone weary but not experienced, with a young face struck with a weary suspicion. He had been pouring the local rotgut down his throat for the better part of 20 minutes. He was bigger than she was hoping for but no matter. He’d do in a pinch. She can improvise a bit. She finished her drink and made haste towards the bar. She needed to stay sharp. Stay focused. There was an insignia on his coat that she had seen before but she could not exactly place where. A gold starburst or a flame. It didn’t matter. Her mark mattered. She crouched down and started her shift. Centauri was easy enough. Green to blue with a bright red fin to replace her sable hair. Violet fatigues into something more revealing. Something to pique his interest. Her eyes changed little. A brighter red. It wasn’t the best shift but it would have to do. She hoped it was enough to get his attention.

Through the crowded club she meandered. Keeping her eye on the the leather trench until she was nearly to the bar. He seemed very occupied with his drink but the try-hard scowl he had when he walked in had melted into a hungry sneer. He was feeding units into a robot gyrating on the pole behind the bar. Maybe something living could get his attention.

Yondu was actually starting to have fun. The liquor was terrible but at least he was feeling a bit better because of it. And he was enjoying the view. Sure the stripper bots barely had any life to them but the more they danced and the more he drank the less he cared. He noticed someone come up next to him. A woman. A centaurian woman.

“Hello, stranger” She said, leaning into him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you new?”

He looked at her with a bit of surprise. Must’ve been some time since he had seen a woman centaurian. Or maybe all the booze had gone to his head and he was hallucinating. He eyed her a few times before his mood changed back to his scowls and continued feeding units into the sad, sad robot rotating on the pole.

“Aw come on, don’t be that way.” She cooed. “You look like you could use a little fun!” One arm snaked around his waist while the other guided his hand around her shoulders. “Yer the first Centaurian I’ve seen in a while y’know. Nice to see one in a uniform too. You a cop or something?”

“I ain’t a cop” he finally answered. He was trying to ignore her but she was making it very difficult.

“Good ‘cause I don’t date cops. I do like the uniform though. Where’re you from, honey?”

A quick glance her way. “Not here.”

“I can see that. Can you at least tell me yer name?” She pleaded, leaning into him.

He finally looked her way. She was pretty, he’d give her that, but she wasn’t anything to write home about. “What do you want?”

“I just want to have a good time, honey.”

He took a swig of the mystery liquor and ordered another. “Yondu.”

A warm smile crept onto her face. “Well, Yondu, I’m Posca.” Her hand moved from his waist to the back of his head. She touched the base of the fin on his head and his defensive posture let up. “Now that we’re friends, how about we get better acquainted? Maybe buy me a drink?”

Fuck it. Stakar told him to enjoy himself, so he was going to do it the way he wanted.

“S-Stakar!” He called out. The leader stopped to turn and look, along with everyone else in the group.

“I umm...I need to...uh…” Yondu couldn’t find his words. He looked down at the Centaurian girl plastered to him. She looked up with pleading ruby eyes. Stakar saw the two of them. He looked at his other officers who were giving looks back as if to say “it’s up to you”.

“You got two hours, then get back to the ship” He said.

She tightened her grip on him slightly and looked up at him with a wicked grin. She planted a light kiss on his neck.

“You still want that drink?” He asked Posca.

“I know a place not far where we can go, darling.” She said softly.

This was exactly what she needed.

She laid him down on the musty bed in a hotel not far from the club. She drove her hands up and down his body to get a feel of what was to come. He was broader than she had guessed. She started to undress him, but he pushed her off of him and began to do it himself. He was damned near all muscle, and riddled with scars. While he was busy fumbling with his trousers, she had him. She had done this before, when she was with the empire. He had stopped his groping when he began to notice her body harden. He looked upon his own reflection staring back at him with a wicked smile. It was the last thing he saw before a shock against his temples, and then succumbed to blackness.

“Yondu? Yondu!” Stakar called on their comms. He wasn’t going to deny letting the kid get his rocks off, but they had to get moving. What was he doing proposing to her?

Out of the alley way he came, stuffing himself back into his leathers. “Sorry! Sorry…” He said. “Took...a bit longer than I thought.” he said, a sheepish grin plastered to his face.

Stakar eyed him. “Right. Get on board.”

With a quick ‘yessir!’ Yondu hurried onto the ship along with the others. There was something off about him, but Stakar let it go. Yondu was young. This minor infraction might have set him back but it wasn’t anything worth pursuing. It was only what? Five extra minutes? He was probably overcompensating. Stakar boarded the ship and headed out.

Yondu woke with his head in a vice and a breeze on his everything. She had knocked him out and stole the shirt right off his back. And his pants right off his ass. She left him his underwear and his boots. How nice of her. If he found her he was going to beat her ass black and dump her naked out the airlock of the Starhawk. But first he needed to make a call. He had an idea as to who that whore was and if she was on Stakar’s ship he was going to know about it.

This was a mistake.

Now Not-Yondu remembered what that flame insignia was. The Ravagers. He sat in the M-ship looking around trying not to draw attention to himself or the fact that he was sweating profusely. Part of it was from knowing that if he gave any indicator that he wasn’t their friend he would be looking at a dozen angry pirates looking to turn him in for the bounty on his head. The shift itself was beginning to put a strain on him. He was taller and broader than her, and he had to concentrate hard to keep the shape. That, and ungodly sweltering heat from wearing fifty pounds of leather was making her sweat. Everything this guy had worn was leather save for his tighty whities, which she had mercifully left on him in. He had been too big to do a clothed shift, and so she had to strip him. She almost felt bad for leaving him there in that fleabag hotel room, but not bad enough to take clothes and his face. If he was lucky he could slip off once they docked with their ship and from there, take an m-ship and find some planet to disappear into. No more worrying about the empire, no Kree, no endless, fruitless infighting.

But first he had to get out of this damned getup and back in his own skin.

They docked with the larger ship. Something called the Starhawk, and he bolted out of his seat and onto the larger ship.

“Hey Yondu!” He froze. Was that his name? She couldn’t remember. That was what the arcturan man called him wasn’t it? “Where you off in a hurry? Ain’t you gonna tell us about that pretty young thing you were with?”

This plan of his was starting to go sour already, he knew it.

“I-in a bit I gotta hit the head first.” Not-Yondu replied and wandered off in a direction.

“Yondu, the bathroom’s the other way” One of them corrected.

“Oh right. Sorry.” He turned around and headed down the corridor.

“You gettin’ sick?” The other asked. “You don’t look all that great, man. Maybe you should go to the infirmary yer lookin kinda...green.” He turned to the first. “Do centaurians turn green when they’re sick?"

Why were they still talking he had to get going. Sl’Gurt’s ever-changing asshole what was with these guys.

“Yeah I’ll do that” was his reply and started walking down the corridor again.

He turned the corner, walked down past a mess hall, turned another corner and another and down a flight of stairs. He was somewhere deep in the belly of the ship now. This looked secluded as it was going to get and he shifted back into her own body with a long resounding sigh of relief. She wanted out of these leathers and the sooner the better. She’d hold on to them for a bit. Might need them later. The rocket arrow she took off him wasn’t worth much without the control fin but it could get her a meal if she sold it as is.  She just needed to stay low for a few hours. Wait for them to sleep and-

Glaring red lights and sirens were going off. An “all hands on deck” sounded in the alarms. So much for that plan. She redressed herself as quickly as she could. She couldn’t remember exactly what he looked like now. She’d just have to improvise. Not as tall, not as broad, same brick headed face and a mouth full of broken teeth. Hopefully it’ll be enough to convince them that he was this Yondu guy.

Back up to the common areas and everyone was on full alert. It was a small crew, maybe twenty or so, clustered around a video screen. He tried to stay as far back as he could but he needed to know what everyone was looking at.

“Hey” Not-Yondu asked someone next to him. “What’s going on?”

“The new kid got duped by a hook-“ the ravager stopped as he turned to look at him.

Not-Yondu could systematically feel every person in the room turn and gawk at him. Across the way was the arcturan with the gold hoops on his shoulders. Behind him were some of the others who had come along. Behind them, on the screen, was a familiar brick headed face with a mouth full of sharp teeth and eyes full of murder.

“That’s her! That’s the bitch that done took my clothes!”

Not-Yondu had fucked up bad.

“I can explain.” He said. Not-Yondu turned and ran.