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captain-mj · 2 years

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I am currently screaming over the Körangi AU with the wings and stuff and I'd love to see more ajhskdhkdhdkd!!!

I'm introducing another ship in here! Also we're calling this the Hunter AU because I need to name it for the tag

Alejandro had heard from Ghost the entire thing and since König seemed pretty distressed, he agreed to help. He put on his helmet and talked to them, Price, Farah and Alex.

König explained everything he saw about Horangi and Alejandro, despite thinking this was a bit of an overreaction, agreed to help him find his soulmate. He didn't really believe in the whole soulmate thing, but he knew König and Price believed it. Alex was on the fence about it, but Alejandro wasn't going to disparage their beliefs either.

Even if he thought it was stupid.

"Alright hermano, we'll help you find him." Alejandro smiled at him and listened to where Price was sending him. He had a zone he was going to comb over and then they'd meet back up.

So off he set. The area had mostly tall trees with little underbrush and clear space.

Alejandro took stock of himself. His spirals resembled ruby as they traveled over his skin, visible through the fishnet over his legs and across his chest. Most of his gear covered his midsection and his back He was durable. His hair, which annoyingly kept curling, was slicked back at the moment to keep it from getting into his face.

That didn't mean the arrow that flew straight though his shoulder, only stopping because it hit said gear, didn't fucking hurt. He yanked it out of him and snapped the thin arrow. It looked like birch wood.

Alejandro looked up, ready to snarl and disembowel whoever did it. Unless it was this Hawk Moth they were searching for. The rope in his gear, specifically for this situation, hit his leg, as if to remind that it was there.

Rodolfo jumped down from his trees, giant blue wings erupting from behind him. It was like everything had slowed to a crawl.

Rodolfo was gorgeous. the wings had a soft black outline with little white dots over the blue. His body... Alejandro admired the toned arms and the way the leather wrapped around him. Not to even start on how pretty his face was. He could get lost in those eyes. Though he couldn't be sure, the air around him seemed to shimmer with his beauty as if he were one of the angels from the stories his mother told him as a child.

The arrow shot at him but he lifted his arm and it went through the leather of his arm guards instead. Like Cupid's arrow connecting their hearts.

"Mi amor. I think you changed my mind on soulmates."

Rodolfo responded in something he couldn't understand, but that was fine. Alejandro could learn how to speak the language. He pulled his bow and knocked another arrow to send at him.

Mostly on instinct, he rushed forward, grabbing the weapon from his hands. Rodolfo's eyes widened and he hit Alejandro hard. Stars exploded in his vision but fighting was a well beaten instinct. Unlike Rodolfo's kind, which usually only fought when provoked, Alejandro's was a warrior species. Fighters. Hunters. Despite Rodolfo getting several hits in, Alejandro managed to pin him, staring down at him.

His butterflies face flushed brightly, a stunning color against the blue. He tried to struggle against the hands pinning him but Alejandro stayed firm.

Alejandro pressed their bodies together, watching Rodolfo's realization.

Slowly, he pushed his hands under his gear, feeling the soft skin underneath. There was hard muscle there that Alejandro admired. He was so small compared to him. Alejandro easily had two feet of height on him and the little butterfly seemed to realize this as he stopped struggling.

It happened quickly but they went from pinning each other to Alejandro ripping his clothes off. Despite the... almost pout on the butterflies mouth, he didn't struggle or fight, just blushing more once Alejandro had him undressed.

"Rodolfo."

Alejandro paused and then mimicked. "Rodolfo." He pointed at him and Rodolfo nodded. "Alejandro."

"Alejandro." The way he said his name... Alejandro shuddered and put their faces close together. Close enough they shared breath, though unlike König, he wasn't going to kiss him so quickly. It was bad luck! It also meant a little too much for him to want to kiss him on the dirt ground.

Alejandro spread his legs and moved down, holding Rodolfo's legs so he couldn't escape. His tongue darted out to lick over his hole. He was so tiny. He'd have to be careful with prep. How König did it so easily when he was bigger than him didn't make sense, but he didn't want to risk it. His tongue pushed into him and Rodolfo arched, moaning.

"Ah... Ah...." Rudy's legs started to shake before he dug his fingers into Alejandro's hair, messing it up. He tugged him but it wasn't clear if he wanted more or to pull him away.

Alejandro added a finger, trying to make sure it was plenty slick for him.

Rodolfo moaned and it made Alejandro's head spin.

Slowly, he worked him open to two fingers and stopped using his tongue, spitting on his fingers and pushing them back in.

His little butterfly bit his lip and looked at him, a perfect flush over his face. If this was even close to how he had felt with Horangi, Alejandro understood why König seemed so obsessed.

Finally, when he was pretty sure Rodolfo could handle it without pain, he pulled him into his lap. His hands held the very base of his wings and picked him up, lining up.

Rodolfo whimpered a little but his legs stayed open and pliant. His cock was hard against his stomach as Alejandro gently slid him down on his own cock.

Tight. So tight. Alejandro panted softly as he sheathed himself. Rodolfo teared up, fingers digging into his shoulders. His thighs tried to close but Alejandro gently tapped them open again. When he bottomed out, he kept Rudy in his lap, holding him by his waist now.

They sat there a while, Alejandro all too content to enjoy the tight heat. Rodolfo had other plans. At first, he tried to pull away from him, but Alejandro would growl and pull him back, forcing him back down his cock. He panted, clearly enjoying this if his hard cock was anything to go by. After a moment, his butterfly gave in, rolling his hips to try to get off.

Alejandro kept his hands on his waist but let him move so he could more properly ride him, admiring his body as it moved. Rodolfo must've slipped just a little because he suddenly slammed down rather hard, biting his lip hard to try to stay quiet. The pressure around his cock made Alejandro dizzy. He let him try rocking again, but thanks to their size difference and Alejandro's gear, his butterfly couldn't seem to get a rhythm.

Alejandro noticed him getting frustrated and thrust up into him, surprised by how loud that made him. His nails dug deep into his shoulders and he ended up laying Rudy back against the ground. He took control, starting to thrust into him properly.

Rodolfo was loud. Moaning and letting out sharp cries when Alejandro thrust in harder. Tears started flowing down his face but he was pulling him closer, wanting more.

Alejandro hit something and Rodolfo screamed in pleasure, legs wrapping around him. He started to speak in his language before making a "hurry" motion. Alejandro got the message and hit it again, harder this time.

Rodolfo buried his face in his neck, feeling so tiny. His fingers traced the wings and he wasn't sure if that's what made his wings tremble or how hard he was fucking into him.

His butterfly came underneath him, panting softly and whining from overstimulation when Alejandro kept going. He didn't stop until he came in him, loving every sound he got from him.

Unlike König, Alejandro was smarter. He held on to him and gently ran his hands along his thighs. Rodolfo nuzzled against him before going to pull away. Alejandro helped him get dressed, maybe running his fingers over him a little more than necessary. Rodolfo blushed and smiled, leaning in a little. His body felt warm, probably from the flush.

Alejandro took advantage of the fact that Rodolfo was fucked out, quickly tying his hands. He saw his eyes widen before he tried to struggle, but Alejandro tightened the ropes. He scooped him up and held him tight, ignoring that Rodolfo continuously struggled.

"My darling, mi amor, I'll take good care of you, yeah? Just relax." Alejandro smiled at him and traced his pretty wings. "My soulmate."

#Hunter AU Cod #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #alerudy #aledolfo #alejandro x rodolfo #alejandro x rudy

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bryndeavour · 7 months

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bryndeavour’s ever-changing playlists inspired by my favourite media but bangers for everyone morseverse

falling in a chain reaction || a modern morse playlist

first and last of your kind || a modern max playlist

it won’t get better than this || a boxfancy playlist

mr. big shot || a modern ronnie box playlist

unbuttoned || a max & morse playlist

as a spot, i’m rather fond || a max & morse garden playlist

damaged, bad at best || an entirely elliott smith morse playlist

harder to breathe || a s3 delicious burdens inspiration playlist

the long war || a concise max & morse playlist

young & unafraid || a george fancy playlist

cupid’s folly || a western au playlist

a rare vintage || a vintage max debryn playlist

our flag means death

stab me || post s1 blackbeard playlist

the quarry

from here i see rain, i feel thunder || travis hackett inspiration playlist

bad bitches have bad days too || laura kearney post-game playlist

alan wake 2

this is the ritual to lead you on || an AW writing inspiration playlist

weight of the world || an alex casey noir york playlist

where dreams go to die || a noir!casey/wake playlist

oc characters - naemys and voss

spaceboys || space idiots in love playlist

#music recs!#my playlists #this is for me as much as anyone else #we like an organized list #alan wake 2 #the quarry game #the quarry #our flag means death #itv endeavour #my ocs

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forever-fixating · 6 months

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Howdy, friend!

Here, you'll find a list of my completed projects, along with works-in-progress (both posted and ones I have behind the scenes.) Feel free to ask questions about any of the WIPs because I am a story nerd and love to geek out about what I'm writing!

Completed:

All I Want for Christmas is You (One-Shot)

“I’ve been talking with Catherine.”

Alex let out a wet laugh. “I don’t know whether to be excited or afraid.”

“Watch it, kiddo,” she chided with a light smack to the back of his head. “Anyway, we’ve been talking, and we both agree you boys deserve some alone time together.”

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With the election drama behind them, Ellen Claremont and Catherine Fox conspire to give their boys an early Christmas present: three weeks alone in a cabin in the Rocky Mountains. Alex and Henry couldn't be more excited.

Click here to read!

if you guys only knew… (One-Shot)

Summary: Alex livetweets his and Henry’s reactions to the season two finale of AMC’s Interview with the Vampire

Click here to read!

Love on the Menu (Multi-Chapter)

Henry Fox has a side hustle at his job as a host in an upscale restaurant. He loves setting up romantic moments for guests who want a little something extra for their night out to dinner. A bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne for the couple celebrating their 50th anniversary? Easy. A special table with candles and a dessert with a surprise for the woman about to propose? Child’s play. But despite playing Cupid for the restaurant’s guests, Henry has never been on the receiving end of a grand romantic gesture. So imagine his surprised delight when anonymous gifts begin appearing just for him.

Who is Henry’s secret admirer? Only Valentine’s Day will tell.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Works in Progress

Posted

living in a new normal (Multi-Chapter)

Henry Fox could write an entire dissertation based on how much information his twin nieces Penelope and Grace have told him about their favorite band, Austin Heat. The girls peppered him with neverending facts since he surprised them with tickets and meet-and-greet passes to their concert at Madison Square Garden last Christmas.

Henry Fox takes his nieces to a concert of their favorite band, Austin Heat. He gets a bit more than he bargained for when he meets singer and guitarist Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Accompanied with Podfic

Chef Specials of Love

One-shots set in the world of Love on the Menu. These will include moments from the story from Alex's POV as well as follow-up moments to see the first year of the boys in love and beyond.

Part 1 |

A Tournament for His Heart

In the ancient island kingdom of Lerasea, Prince Henry is trapped. Following the tragic deaths of his parents and the poisoning of his beloved twin sister Bea, he has been living under the oppressive thumb of his grandmother, Queen Mary. Now she has informed Henry that he is to be the grand prize of the joust as the culmination for the month-long celebration of her Diamond Jubilee. But little does she know, Henry is aware that this so-called contest is a farse, that she intends the wicked Lord Richards of Heinsestadt to be the victor, no matter what.

But not all hope is lost…

In the fledging but progressive country of Ararbas, Prince Alexander Claremont-Diaz receives an invitation to attend the Diamond Jubilee celebrations and a chance to compete for Prince Henry’s hand. He knows the odds will be stacked against him, but Alex's love for the golden boy he once knew has never faltered. He accepts the invitation, determined to free his love from Mary’s sinister clutches.

Will the young lovers finally get their happily ever after? Or will the gods see their story end in tragedy and heartbreak?

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

WIPs Behind the Scenes

Please don't say you love me (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: When Henry has his first heartbreak, he leaves England for the Southern comfort of his Granny Bea in his dad’s hometown of Hot Springs, Arkansas. There, he finds more than he was looking for in a queer community where he’s able to explore and accept his sexuality as he never had before and an infuriating server/bartender/barista Alex who challenges him at every turn. Can he set aside his heartbreak and allow himself to be truly loved for the first time? (My passionate passion project. I won’t post it until it’s done, but I’ve been slowly tinkering on it. I am beyond excited for this story and can only hope I can do its themes and my interpretations of these characters I love justice.)

Notes on International Relations (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: When First Daughter Alexa Claremont-Diaz decides to spend a year studying abroad at Oxford, her mom decides to “help” by arranging for her to room with Princess Henrietta Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. This will prove to be very awkward as Alex can’t stand the Princess due to a terrible first impression at the Rio Olympics.

But little does Alex know, two semesters in close proximity with Hen will bring a whole new meaning to “international relations.”

a love time will lie down and be still for (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: To be a child of the 90s is to love this movie. Henry and Bea are siblings bound by a family curse that dooms the ones they love to an early grave. Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Will Henry and Bea defeat the curse that has plagued their family for generations? Will Henry get the mythical impossible boy he cast a spell for as a child?

#masterlist #love on the menu #all i want for christmas is you #a tournament for his heart #please don't say you love me #living in a new normal #chef specials of love #notes on international relations #a love time will lie down and be still for

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feverinfeveroutfic · 1 year

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: devil’s haircut

prompt: body worship (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/christine (as the seasons grey)

word count: 4220

masterlist | ao3 🍎

(haven’t found a picture of him giving the finger… yet, anyway. otherwise, it’d be every single picture from here on out because it quite literally sums up how i feel about kinktober, specifically bandfic kinktober)

Christine found herself thinking about the younger version of Alex one wintry afternoon, whereby she had swiped a photograph of him from his personal file in his apartment. He had left a manila folder atop his coffee table with a small yellow note which read “negatives” on the front cover, and she wondered what it was all about as he had gone out but he left the apartment unlocked. She opened up the folder to find the first photograph on top to be of him as a young boy, before the plume of gray and before his hair had grown down past his shoulders, and she cracked a smile. Her eyes locked with those big glassy ones as they gazed back at her through the faded sepia tones: his round face looked so soft and plush that she wanted to hold him right then and there in her arms.

She set the photograph down on the coffee table, only to find the next one to be of him as a slightly older boy, albeit without a shirt and before a wall of leaves and little white oleander flowers. She gazed into his deep eyes, and then she followed the narrow shape of his face as well as the cupid's bow in his lips.

If only she could have known him as a young boy, the same way she had known Chris.

She tried to imagine life with Alex, all those years ago, with her being the slight, shy, shattered girl with the green bomber jacket and the tattered pants, and him being the slight boy with the long, dark curls down around his shoulders. His fair skin, so smooth around his shoulders and his neck, that she couldn't help but look at him with a shirt that was just a little too small for him and without a much of a neckline, either, just to show off that skin.

She knew that he had grown rather tall by the time he was in high school, and she couldn't help but think of the slim shape of his body, and how he had so much in the hips and thighs in particular: so much in the hips and yet he maintained such a slim, delicate waist and a deep chest. That long, beautiful hair down to the middle of his back, and that little crown of rich black curls upon his head. She pictured him with a fitted black shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top few buttons undone to show off his chest to the world.

But then again, there was a great big part of her that wondered if he would have even noticed her. He had that long beautiful black hair and he always walked around his guitar case slung over his shoulder, and she disappeared into the background more often than not.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten her name after a while, and she avoided them all as they treated her with the same deal.

She knew there was no way she could mosey on up to him for his number, but she nevertheless fantasized about it, about walking side by side with him with her hand tucked into his back jeans pocket to feel his shapely ass. So soon in Chris' wake, no less.

Christine sighed through her nose as she glanced up to the ceiling and came back down to Earth again.

She couldn't help but live in a fantasy world.

The night before, he had opened a bottle of wine and then tucked it somewhere in his fridge. She hoped that he wouldn't mind if she helped herself to a little glass full.

Christine made her way to the kitchen and fetched a clean shot glass out of his cupboard, one of five out of all the coffee mugs he had on display. Indeed, he kept the bottle of wine tucked in the very back of the fridge. She took it out and noticed the cork was in only part of the way. Careful not to break the top of the bottle, she used her thumb to take it off, and she poured herself a small glass of it.

A taste of Paso Robles.

She set it down and put the bottle back where it was in the back of his fridge, and she returned to the glass right as she felt him in her bones.

All that time with Captain Howdy and she needed him instead. Captain Howdy haunted him like a demon, and yet there was something more, something more that she never stopped thinking about once her mind grew quiet.

“I need to feel you,” she said aloud as she sipped on the wine some more. Alex was still out of the apartment, but she had said what she had said. She wanted to be right next to him. Moreover, she wanted to be right next to Chris.

She finished the rest of the small shot of wine, and she knew she had to work on her taking shots. She rinsed out the glass in the sink and put it back in the cupboard so he wouldn't have the wrong idea. She had her car key with her in her pocket, and it would be some time before she wasn't alone again.

Chris was out there waiting for her. Out there on Long Island. The graveyard.

She licked her lips and fetched her green coat and her purse, and she made her way out to her little car, which she had rented for a bit before she could find the time and money to buy one for herself, out there on the curb.

She remembered the way out to the cemetery, all along the Long Island Turnpike until everything turned rural. Though it was the middle of December, snow had yet to fall in droves all around New York. There had been stray flurries here and there with the nearing of winter itself; but as a result, most of the trees prior to the cemetery and the middle part of Long Island were merely threadbare and raw from the graying of the seasons.

The wrought iron gates of the cemetery remained unlocked to where she could walk up to them and push them open with ease. A chill in the air followed her as she walked along the main pathway between the graves dotted along the browned grass. She glanced up to the sky as the clouds gathered against the cold blue: it would be some time before anything began, but she knew that the way back to Brooklyn took more than an hour, and things could change within the hour as well.

She recognized that spindly little tree off to the side. She spotted Chris' name on the tombstone, still shiny despite the exposure to the elements: he remained right next an old man who had just been laid to rest, and thus, the earthy smell of fresh soil caught her attention as she stood before the grave. She knelt down before the stone and closed her eyes. She thought about all that she had wanted to do with Chris, that she wanted to do with Alex when he was a teenager.

No wonder her teen years were such a fog.

A chill swept over her as the wind picked up and drifted over the tops of the stones behind her. Years and years without Chris, but there was a part of her that still knew his voice. There was a part of her that still recognized his voice, especially when Alex spoke as well.

“Christine?”

She swore she heard his voice through the tombstones. Through the stillness and silence of the fallen Jews resting there on Long Island, she swore she heard him. She raised her head and gazed back towards the rest of the cemetery as well as the far edge, where the bushes rustled in the cold wind. The clouds gathered even more to where a blanket blocked out the sun. The snow was upon her that time, even as it hadn't fallen much for that winter. Her eyes grazed over the tops of the tombstones and their darkening shadows, and Chris' voice faded out with the wind. She was alone in the cemetery; his voice as well as what sounded like a prayer from a rabbi disappeared out with the wind.

She sighed through her nose and returned the way she came, back to her car and back to Alex's apartment before the weather broke. She reached the front step when she caught him there before her with his hands in his coat pockets and his glasses perched on his nose.

“Hi,” he greeted her in a low voice; a gust of wind picked up his shoulder length hair and fluttered it up over his head.

“Hi,” she returned the favor, and he sniffed the air before her face.

“Did you have some of that California wine?” he asked her, and he cracked her a smile.

“I did, yeah.”

“Crazy girl, you know you're not supposed to drink and drive,” he teased her as he led her to the front step.

“But it was delicious, though,” she insisted. “I just had a little shot glass of it, too.”

“Shot glass of wine,” he chuckled, and he took out his house key from his coat pocket and unlocked the front door. “When's the last time I heard someone say that.” He nudged the door open, and then he held it open for her. Christine bowed inside and set her purse down on his couch; Alex skirted past her to the kitchen with a quick hitch of his pants up his legs.

“What'cha doing?” she called after him.

“Smelling it on your breath only made me want some for myself,” he told her as he opened the fridge door; and he stooped down and took the bottle out of the bottom shelf. Her eyes locked onto the back of his jeans, which accentuated the shape of his hips. She watched him pour himself a glass of wine using a pure white porcelain glass, to which he stood in the kitchen doorway before her.

His slender waist had given way to a round belly that left his shirt tail untucked: he still maintained the shape of his body nevertheless. Christine nibbled on her bottom lip as she examined him from head to toe, from his slender shoulders down to his full chest and his belly, followed by his hips and his long shapely legs. He hitched up his pants again, that time as he took a sip of the wine: she couldn't help but look on at his hand and those long fingers as they curled around his black leather belt. Her eyes wandered back up to his body as well as the bottom hem of his shirt.

Big and beautiful, she couldn't help but think to herself.

He held the white glass by his chest and kept his hand pressed onto his hip. She parted her lips as she brought her gaze further up his body, to his chest and his shoulders, followed by his toned, sinewy arms: not a lick of fat to be found on them.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked her, and the lopsided smile on his face only grew more prominent.

“I can't look at the man I love?” she quipped with a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders.

“Well, if you can't look at me, then I can't look at you,” he retorted with a quick raise of his eyebrows. He padded back over to her, still with his one hand clasped to his hip, and it took her a second to realize that he kept his thumb tucked down inside of his jeans.

“Have you lost weight?” she asked him as he took his seat next to her on the couch.

“Not a lot, but yeah,” he replied as he leaned back. “Enough for me to put my thumb inside of my pants, that's for certain.”

Christine lowered her gaze to his legs, to his thighs in particular. There was always something about the way he took a seat in some places, how he always sat upright on a stool and he kept his legs apart just right. Even as he gained some weight with age, he still looked so thin and elegant.

Still very much the lynchpin between real life and the nightmares that followed her out of the cemetery.

Her eyes meandered down from his waist to his knees: she thought about the few times she caught him walking before her, and she couldn't help but let her eyes wander all the way down his back to his feet. She couldn't stop think about the shapeliness of his hips and legs in particular.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked her with a straight face. He set the white porcelain glass down on the coffee table before them, and she couldn't help but bring her eyes up to his belly and the way it all squished out from over his belt. She thought about his softness and his warmth there, and the way his body curved out in the best way she had ever seen. Though he was just the right amount of masculine for her, it was as if his body had been created to have beautiful curves as well.

He leaned back to where he sat upright next to her, and he set his hands on either side of him as if he awaited something from her.

“Christine?” he asked her. “Christine Sixteen?”

“Your legs,” she finally remarked. “They're gorgeous.” He paused for a second with his lips parted a bit, and then he squinted his eyes at her from behind his glasses.

“What, now or back when I was just a boy?” he teased her, and she swallowed at that.

“All the freaking time,” she declared. There was something that told her he had figured out that she found those negatives in the folder, but she decided to act on something else. Christine lifted her hand and rested it on the top of his thigh. Alex held still as she pressed down firmly onto the faded denim: her pinky finger was only a mere inch or two from the zipper. But she moved her hand all the way down his thigh to his knee, and then she moved it back up along the side closest to her.

Once she was back up to his hip, she glided her hand over by the zipper of his jeans, and her forearm brushed against his belly. She was inside of his thigh, and she ran her hand all the way back down to his knee.

“What're you doing?” he asked her with a chuckle, and she knew it tickled him.

“Trying to love your legs,” she quipped as she clutched onto his knee: her fingers curled around his knee cap like the legs of a spider. Her eyes wandered up to his belly as it spilled out over his belt and almost onto his lap, and his body shuddered at her gaze.

“Why are you staring at my big potbelly,” he sputtered.

“Because it's very cute,” she told him with a slight bow to her head. “It's very soft and warm. It's the best pillow I ever had, if you ask me.”

His nostrils flared at that, and more so as she brought her left hand over to his other thigh for the same caresses. She was able to move in closer to him, such that her chest hung right before his own, and she could feel the heat wafting off his body.

“Now, for the question of the ages,” he began again with a clearing of his throat, and he lowered his voice to that smooth husky tone that she always loved, the one where she knew for a fact what he was feeling. “Do you prefer me with a big belly, or do you like me when I was thin and slender?”

“I don't know... it's hard to say,” she confessed, and she couldn't help but lower her voice to a near whisper as well. “Is there a reason why you ask me this?” She moved her hand down to his other knee, and she leaned in closer to his face. Chris' ghost was all over his face, even though she gazed into big bright eyes like the ocean. She dropped her gaze down to his lap and the way he kept his legs spread apart just as before.

She had an idea. She had no clue as to how he would react to it, but she had an idea nonetheless.

“Would you like a dance?” she offered him.

“You mean, like... ballroom dance?” he asked her, slightly puzzled.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she replied with a shake of her head. Still with her hand on his knee, she unbuttoned her own pants, and she pushed them down her thighs to where her skin was exposed. She climbed upon his lap with her back to him; ever so slowly, she rubbed the bare backs of his thighs upon the denim. The thought of being on his lap alone was enough to get her moving, but now she had the rough, grainy texture of denim right underneath her as well.

“Oh, I see what you're doing,” he said, and he put his arms around her waist as if to pull her close. But he instead steadied her as she bore down harder on him, harder on his thighs. She felt the side of his head lean up against her shoulder, and she could feel him, right between his legs. That alone was enough to arouse him, just as the rough feeling of the denim sent shivers up and down her spine, and especially to right between her legs.

“Let me love your body,” she whispered to him.

“Let me love yours,” he whimpered to her as he slipped his hands up under her shirt. His fingers snaked up onto her chest, right underneath her bra. She tilted her head back towards his face, to which he moved his head around for a look into her own. She never realized that she had knitted her eyebrows together and her lips parted. Chris had burst into her mind, albeit momentarily, but it was enough for her to think about she would have done this same thing for him. To love his legs and the rest of his chubby little body, even as he lay all alone out there on Long Island under that little tree.

If only she had more time with him. If only she could tell him as to how she really felt about him.

“Are you okay?” Alex's round voice broke her train of thought, and she opened her eyes. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, and for a split second, she expected to see Chris' earthy brown eyes again.

“What's wrong?” he asked her, to which she licked her lips and ground her hips some more upon his thighs.

“Touch me,” she begged him as she craned her neck for a look back at him. “Touch me, you silly chubby little Jew boy you.” Before he could do anything, however, she reached up to the side of his head to feel the roots of his hair. Even through his frizzy, fuzzy hair, fuzzy as it had lost its curls from the passage of time, his dark roots were still stout and strong with youth as they remained in place against the crown of his head. She twirled his locks around her fingers as she pressed her lips onto his own. Though her body was slightly twisted, she still held onto his hair with each swipe of her lips.

Alex tilted his head back so she could kiss his neck and feel his hair some more.

“You want me to take my pants off?” he croaked out as he ran his hands all up and down her back.

“Please,” she whispered in between caresses on his neck. He leaned back towards the couch to unbutton his pants for her, and Christine slid off his lap so she could see his bare legs. She kicked her pants off as well, and she crouched down right before his legs: it was difficult because of the coffee table, but she still squatted before him. She gently stroked his thighs and his knees with her fingertips before she brought her lips there as well.

His skin was smooth and he smelled warm as she moved in closer to his crotch, which had nothing more than a single piece of fabric to separate her from him. Even as she switched over to his other thigh, she held before his crotch there as well as the roundest, fullest part of his belly as it hung out over her forehead. He gazed down at her with his lips slightly parted and a light pink tone to his face; she showed him her tongue as if she wanted a taste of his dick before she was done there with his thighs.

Even as she moved down along the inside of his left thigh down to his knee, she could hear him breathing harder, and thus, she decided to take the teasing up a notch or two. She left a long line of light little kisses, these small delicate pecks, all along the inside of his thigh as she made her way back up from his knee. She reached his crotch again, and that time, she lifted the hem of his shirt for those same kisses on his belly.

“Quit your teasing me—” he grunted out, and he finally leaned back against the couch at the feel of her lips on his smooth, warm skin. Christine nudged his shirt back so she could kiss him all the way up his belly towards the bottom of his chest.

“If I could kiss every inch of you, I would, Alex,” she finally said, and she made her way back down towards his belly button. If his own touching her there from their last rendezvous, as well as all the thoughts she had had of Chris had taught her anything, it was that he was extra delicate there. Rather than use her lips, she ran the tip of her finger along the rim, as if she was doing the same thing to the head of his dick. He let out a low whistle at the feeling of her finger, and then he gasped at the sensation of her lips there again. She was only an inch away from his crotch when she could feel him brush against the inside of her neck.

He was ready.

Christine lifted her head and gazed up to him and the delirious look on his face.

“You know what belly kisses lead to, right?” she asked him, and he raised his eyebrows at that.

“I... I think so,” he stammered out, and without any more hesitation, she peeled back his underwear and there he was. With a lick of her lips, she moved her mouth right to his head. She arched her back as she slid in closer to his body for a full taste. She lifted her head away from his dick just to tease him some more, to which he shook his head and wagged his finger at her.

“Don't you dare tease me, Christine Sixteen,” he scoffed at her.

“Who says I'm teasing?” she chirped back at him, and she kissed the inside of his thigh, even though his head was right there right in front of her face.

“Me! I say you're teasing!” He chuckled at that, and she kissed the inside of his thigh again. “You tease me so good that you better be careful, 'cause I just might as well shoot my load right in your face.”

“Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said as she wriggled her fingers on his belly to tickle him. He shrieked out from the feeling, and he writhed away from her. He fell onto his side there on the couch, and Christine climbed atop of him. She rested her hand on his hip, slightly exposed from her pulling his underwear down a bit, and then she ran her hand down the side of his thigh again. She moved her hand back up, that time along the middle of his thigh and to his exposed dick, and she used her fingers to tickle him some more there.

For a moment, she thought about Chris again, and she wondered what he would think of Alex right then. But then again, he rolled his head over for a better look at her, to which she inched up behind his back so she could be right by his neck and shoulders, the same neck and shoulders that resembled to bone china as a young boy. She left him a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, even as she never let go of his flesh. She continued to fondle him, even when he finally came for her.

And it all started because she couldn't stop thinking about his legs.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #as the seasons grey #as the seasons grey fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #alex skolnick #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #oc tag #thrash metal #also on ao3 #writing #text #smut #smut and angst #smut warning

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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Till Death Do Us Part

Jooheon could tell something was wrong. He could always tell. So when Ace had been around everyone being snappy and snarky he could instantly tell something was wrong. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You already know.” Ace snapped as he looked around before finding their target and pulling back and shooting his arrow. It hit dead center and he smiled smuggly to himself. Jooheon let out a massive sigh as he took his own shot, a lot less interested in what they were doing.

“He apologized, didn't he? What’s wrong?”

“It’s the principle of the matter. He says one thing, promises shit and just goes back to what he said he wouldn’t do.” Ace grumbled as he shook his head. “He’s exactly like Alex, he did and promised things and then just purposely hurt me cause he could and just wanted me around for whatever sick twisted shit he wanted.” He angrily shot another arrow this time completely missing its target and hitting a tree. “I’m no one’s fucking doll. Alex thought I was some rag doll he could toss around and now Felix…Felix just sees me as some little trophy he can keep up and play around and show off when wants to. Never again.” He muttered as he got ready to shoot another arrow.

Jooheon sighed, shaking his head as he wondered if Ace would ever be happy. He was around when he was with his ex and the multiple people who just seemed to hurt the poor Cupid. Jooheon looked down at his own bow, preparing to say something to hopefully lift up his mood until he heard the bang of Ace’s bow on the ground. Joo quickly looked up to see Ace catching him as his legs gave out. “What’s wrong?! What happened?!” He said quickly as Ace tried to speak but words wouldn’t come out, his breath caught as tears rolled down his cheeks. Jooheon scanned him over, moving him a bit and his face paled when he saw the arrow sticking out dangerously close to the man’s spine. “Fuck.” He muttered as he shook his head starting to panic. “Fuck. Fuck!” He held Ace up, blood running down his back as his face was starting to lose color and his eyes couldn’t stay open. “Don’t you dare die on me.” Jooheon muttered as he tried to keep Ace awake as he made his way to an emergency alarm each tower at the castle had.

He hit it, a blaring sound going off before he looked around trying to see if he could flag someone down that might have been training down at the front. He looked constantly checking on Ace as he tried his hardest to stay calm not knowing what to do. He couldn’t pull the arrow, to the older’s knowledge it hit an important artery and if he pulled it out there could be no chance for Ace. So now he had to wait.

As he heard footsteps coming up the stairs he felt himself relax a bit until he heard the sound of an arrow flying. Next thing he knew he let out a scream as he fell down Ace coming down with him. His side burned and he was sure he heard a crack, breathing became a labored task and he soon started seeing stars until he couldn’t anymore and let black consume him.

Text from Ari🐦‍⬛

💀: Hey Min…

💀: We have a bit of a problem…

💀: Like…terrible world breaking kind of problem…

💀: I don’t think this is gonna be the end of it…

@welcome-to-maniac

#idk why the whole till death do us part aesthetic fot #but it does oddly for some reason-#this was so poorly written I’m so sorry 😭#♥️ace.txt #♥️🧚‍♀️acelix #🍪a one baker boyfriend #✨jooheon.txt #✨🐰minjoo #💍i’m engaged to a black cat

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gyubby99 · 1 year

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@disneyanddisneyships fine.

My ocs and what song would play if they walk in the room:

Lily:

Studio version because that's my voice claim for her hehe

Rosella:

Alex:

Melody:

Damian:

Marianne:

Zachary:

Emilyn:

Jane:

Mallory:

#my ocs #F I N E #Spotify

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btpbyalison · 10 months

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Brandon+Alex

There aren’t enough words to fully explain how much I love shooting weddings.

I am incredibly selective about which ones I shoot. And I’m thorough in the planning process. This includes a dinner a week or so before the big day to go over everything. Alex & I took care of that the Monday before the big day.

Jason Squared and I arrived in Hannibal on Thursday night so I could get settled in. My myriad of battery chargers were set up, and I cleaned my gear. I learned quickly I would find Mark Twain…aka Samuel Clemens EVERYWHERE.

Friday morning we headed to the Rialto to check out the space. I knew I wouldn’t get to see it before the ceremony, so this was necessary. A girl’s got to have a plan. Again. I'm thorough.

The space was being decorated for another event, but I got what I needed. All my favorite things would be doable.

After I went mural chasing, we drove to Brandon’s chosen park, I made a plan for the big day and a timeline. I knew if we were to get sunset shots, I would have to stick to the plan. I needed the wedding party to be on board.

Then came the rehearsal at Central Park. The fall leaves were gorgeous, and the bandstand created the perfect backdrop.

The wedding party learned I didn’t play, and realized why I was brought in from Saint Louis.

Then it was time for dinner. We ate. We drank. The Mother of the Bride gave the best speech describing Alex and Brandon’s love.

Their love is a sweet one that started during the Pandemic. Alex thought she’d give Facebook Dating a try, and only messaged Brandon. Brandon told her, at that moment, he was listening to what would be their recessional song "Renegade" by Styxx....which she had referenced in her profile. Listening to this story on the wedding day, I knew it was just magical enough to be true. Brandon couldn’t make that up. And he sure wouldn’t lie about it.

He proposed on a Bingham family trip to Ireland. The wedding reflected that trip: a ring-warming ceremony. A guardian of those rings, complete with a Celtic sword and dagger. The wedding was so "them."

To add another touch of them, there was a ring bear. Roar.

I sure fell in love with the bridesmaids. They understood their role.

To be frank, at times, the groomsmen drove me nuts. But they wormed warmed their way into my heart by the end.

Alex has two sets of parents, and both of those guys at the first look. Then the moms. Y’all. C'mon!

Watching Rob, Alex’s Dad, officiate the ceremony, warmed my heart to no end. He loves that girl.

And Brandon sure does, too. This is the moment I lost it.

After the “I do’s” we made our way to Riverview Park. A spot special to Brandon, and it provided an absolutely BEAUTIFUL view of the river.

The wedding party played along nicely as I did my thing making sure to capture the magic that was the day.

Then we partied. Boy, did we party. Brandon & Alex hadn’t practiced the first dance at all which would be to “Satellite” by Guster.

Rob & Alex boogied to “Sweet Child of Mine.”

Brandon & his gorgeous Mama Veronica swayed to “Mama Said.”

The cousins opened the dance floor with the Cupid Shuffle.

And the dance floor was hot for the rest of the night.

Alex’s Mama is one of my dear, dear friends. One of my besties. So, I have had a front seat to this love story from the beginning.

I remember when they found each other. Everyone knew Brandon was it. I would hear stories and say, “That’s not boyfriend stuff, that’s a future husband move.” I feel like we have talked about this wedding forever.

And here we are. They are married. The day was absolutely spectacular.

So many sweet memories. Then some memories that will make for great stories. Who knew it would take my going to a Hannibal wedding to witness a homeless man crashing a reception? And, to top it off, the Best Man dropped his pants and got down next to him.

Just another Saturday in the life of a wedding photographer.

Congratulations to one of my favorite couples.

Getting to capture this day was an honor. I laughed. I cried. I danced. I drank far more tequila than I’m used to these days. And I ended the night forever grateful for Aunt Charlene.

I’m incredibly thrilled for you two. Remember a good debate makes things fun. But, sometimes you do have to just go to bed after an argument. You can be right or you can be happy. Keep things sweet and respectful, as you already do.

Love you both. Big.

#btpbyalison #stlouisphotographer #storieswanted #tellyourfriends #weddingphotographer #weddingphotography #makestories #hannibalmo #showmestate

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illicreatxm · 5 years

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later life/family headcanons

more for my peace of mind than anything, but some headcanons i have for some of the older versions of my muses

EDIT: i updated most of these because ships grow up y'all

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main (the simple life with a-simple-rper):

aleshia & obed: these two get married the august they're both 23, and have their first, darren, at 25. they end up having two kids, their second, andrea, being born four and a half years after darren. aleshia becomes an elementary school teacher for first grade, and obed teaches english literature in high school (10th and 11th grade)

allie & jake: they get married the july after they both turn 26. they have their first, joseph, at 28, and their second, daniel, at 31, before a set of twin girls, rebecca and leah, at 35. allie works as a forensic analyst, first working for the police department before getting hired by the fbi in her late thirties. jake works and becomes ceo of his uncle's accounting company, his half-brother isaac taking up another high position whilst rosie governs over the uk branch of the company. they get divorced in their late-forties because jake is a cheating dick

kat & sam: have a set of twins, tyler and annabelle, with sam at 23 before they end up getting married. they don't have any more kids, but they adopt many dogs once the kids head off to college because sam misses their babies. kat becomes a quantum physics lecturer and researcher at columbia university

laura & rick: end up having triplets at 26 - claire, rachael and fredrick - and their youngest, robert, at 31. they get married after the triplets, but don't have a proper wedding until a few years after they have robbie, once everything has settled down. laura was hired on by rick to start up and work the kitchens at the bar, and it basically becomes their life until they retire and they move back to where rick grew up

jodie: she never ends up getting married, but she does end up in an exclusive relationship with her boss at the foster home she works for, david, and to everyone's surprise has two kids with him - reece at 33, and harry at 35

alex: he ends up falling for a fellow teacher at the school he teaches at, named lianne, and the two get married and mostly foster kids. the only child they actually adopt is bryce's daughter, josie, because her parents end up unable to care for her. in this time he ends up going and visiting milly frequently in germany, and she pretty much helps him with raising josie until he gets married himself

mandy: was accidentally the one jake cheated on allie with, so has a daughter, lianna, at 32. becomes a nurse who eventually goes on to be a midwife by the time she's 30. never marries, but she does try dating for a while before giving up

james: eventually meets a woman called kaycee lewis, who works in neurology, and the two date for a while before getting married whilst james is in his early 40s (she's in her early 30s). they have 2 boys (names undetermined)

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canon-divergent:

mostly the same as above, except for kat & laura, and minus alex visiting milly in germany

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the life of a hero - with astrologicallyperfect and sxpersquad:

jake & gabbie: end up back together after a pretty turbulent relationship in their teen years, and get married before having two children - lucas and monse. lucas inherits jake's powers, complete with the emotional eye switches. monse inherits her mother's. jake still goes on to be his uncle's company's ceo, whilst supporting his wife and her dog addiction

bryce & allie: stay together all throughout and get married before having three kids - the twins, ethan and marian, and their youngest, lillian. ethan inherits bryce's powers, becoming the next leo, and lillian is basically a mini allie, but marian inherits a mix of the two. allie becomes a forensic analyst, as in canon

alex & aiko: meet at university, and end up falling for each other despite what the others think. they consider having their own kids, but end up adopting alex's brother bryce's daughter, josie, raising her as their own despite the electricity powers, and then end up having their own daughter, kiyoko. alex goes on to teach superhero, mutant and non-mutant history at the high school he went to with the others whilst aiko does her saving the world thing

laura & jesse: they literally just want dogs, and adopt many before they end up having twins - conrad and isla. laura becomes a chef at a well known local diner, which is dog-friendly so jesse often visits on walks. their dogs are more popular on instagram than they are and they consider it a blessing because of their superhero lifestyles

jodie & riven: ends up becoming real close to riven at university, and the two take forever to officially start dating but finally do so after jodie's accident. jodie starts up a boarding school to help younger kids with powers and links up with the high school they went to to try and help kids of all ages, and basically becomes a foster mum to all superpowered kids in the system. idk imma update when i know more

aleshia & obed: they get married, but because of aleshia's powers they don't have kids biologically but adopt. their first adoption ended up being a telepathic little boy called darren. then they adopt a force-field producer called andrea

mandy & link: still goes on to be a nurse, but in a&e so that she's the first to help with people in accidents caused by superhero-supervillain battles. possibly (?) adopts or fosters. i have yet to update this

james & hahnna: yet to be determined stay tuned folks

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i may have more, but they will come in due time

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geareduptom · 8 months

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A little doodle to say hey I'm alive lol

Boris and Bendy hanging out along with Cuphead and a lil fig October of course had to say hi as well.

#g.u.t.#art #mine #cuphead #bendy the dancing demon #alex the cat #julius x alex #julius the cat #alex shot cupid #Alexshotcupidau #bendystraw #cuphead x bendy #October the Octopus #Fig #Boris and his mom #boris the wolf #asc #geareduptom

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toasty-bat · 3 years

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Anytime I see those “God that rep from two years ago was so bad” posts, I think about Gravity Falls.

I think about the fact that Alex Hirsch wanted the cupid character (who appeared in ONE episode) to have the MLM/WLW symbols on his necklace, but Disney shot it down because it was seen as inappropriate for a kid’s show.

I think about the sheriff characters, who’s “relationship” was used as a running gag to laugh at. Who’s kiss in the last scene at the end of the series damn near made people go INSANE. These were two characters who were no one’s favorites and who served as comedy relief, but it was still seen as a huge win for rep because it happened at all.

I think about the fact that Gravity Falls, a show where dead animals speak in tongues as blood drips from their eyes, couldn’t have anywhere near the amount of rep that the creators wanted to add because it “wasn’t for kids”

And now we have men getting married to their husbands and women getting married to their wives on screen. We have boys with boyfriends and girls with girlfriends and characters that are purposely gnc or androgynous. We have characters with pride pins or flags in their rooms. We have cartoons like Blues Clues that have been around for AGES making entire videos dedicated to pride for kids.

Just... things get better. Representation gets better because people fight to make it happen. We can’t act like they were “basically nothing” because without them we would HAVE nothing.

Edit: the Cupid necklace was likely the trans symbol and the cops didn’t kiss. They just said they’re in love. The Cupid was also supposed to make two old women fall in love

#arthur #steven universe #the owl house #gravity falls #blues clues #i say stuff #the mitchells vs the machines #adventure time #she-ra and the princesses of power

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fujiihime · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn's Other Characters Fics (Series/One-Shots) - I

I made a list of currently reading and recommended fics for Joseph Quinn's other characters here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

Pick Your Poison | 2 | 3 by @punk-in-docs

Keep Watch Over The Door Of My Lips

And The Stars Sighed In Unison

Lay No Claim | 2 by @the-suburban-blues

It Has Always Been You by @dingusfreakhxrrington

With Me Now by @the-suburban-blues

Our Duty & Birth Of 1st Child by @emmywrites-blog

Deserve Love Series | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @boohoo-clo

Thank You by @m7nson

Out Of The Dark by @creme-bruhlee

My Darling by @helpwhatsthis

Childish by @badmirvcle

Eye for An Eye by @rocknrollbabe14

Ralph (TimeWasters)

At Last | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @luv4fandoms

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Please & Darling by @no-mercy-bby

Wizard by @creme-bruhlee

To Be Loved by @stevies-corner

A Special Present For A Special Boy by @littlelioncub43

Who's A Good Boy? | 2 @mypoisonedvine

Baby Boy by @historygeekfics

Show Me

Untitled by @thefreak-thebanished

A Life Well Loved by @eddiemunsonthebanished

Words Of Advice | 2 by @ladyfogg

My Sweet Boy by @forays-into-fiction

A Rivalry For The Ages by @ladybug0095

The Dance by @stinkysam

Tell the World by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Busy Streets And Busy Lives @thefreak-thebanished

Kinktober: Day13 - Face Sitting by @xcatnapsx

My Way Of Life by @ @sadboyeddie

Tom Grant (Make Up)

You Got Me by @mypoisonedvine

WindSwept by @ladyfogg

Lemons Lollipops and Salt | 2(WIP) by @cherrielip

Adore You by @inklore

5 Minutes In Heaven

A Couple Hours by @luvsouya

Little Thief by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Thunder by @loves0phelia

Maybe It's A Good Thing? | 2 by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Prompts | 2 | 3 by @ladylannisterxo

Welcome Home by @mypoisonedvine

Untitled by @ginger-mews

New Girl | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @xcatnapsx

I'm Home by @bluesfortheredj

Cheer Up by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Untitled | Prompt by @joemazzmatazz

I'm Not Her by @munsonxmayhem

Smashed by @joekeeryswife

Rebound | 2 | 3 by @munsonxmayhem

Another Sad Love Song by @rocknrollbabe14

Kisses from Cupid by @hawkinsbanishedhero

His Past And His Future by @munsonxmayhem

New Angel by @fxckadoodledoomunson

Mr. And Mrs. Grant by @munsonxmayhem

Tom Grant Series by @wheels-of-despair

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

A Friend Of A Friend by @the-suburban-blues

All I'd Ever Need @the-suburban-blues

As Stubborn As A Mule by @writing-fanics

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Arrangement | 2 | 3 (x M!Reader) by @ladyfogg

One Of Those Nights (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Untitled (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Letters (x M!Reader) by @axailslink

Million Dollar Man (x F!Reader) by @lvlycheri

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (x M!Reader) by @lvlycheri

It's Okay (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Please Don't Go (x M!Reader)

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Maybe Someday (x M!Reader) by @casettewrecked

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @razzledazzlestuff

Can The Past Save The Future (x M!Reader) by @stardancerluv

Koner (Game of Thrones)

Only You | 2 | 3 by @creme-bruhlee

Night Watch by @historygeekfics

A Not-So-Knight and His Spellcaster | 2(WIP) by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Winter Nights | 2 by @ercklln

A Winter's Tale by @lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer

Dark Koner (Untitled) by @mypoisonedvine

Note: I hope a lot more writers will write stories for these characters and I'm sure we're all excited to read more stories about it.

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heartkarl · 3 years

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༊*·˚⤻ 𝐥𝒐𝐯𝒆 𝐬𝐭𝒐𝐫𝐲, !c.quackity, c.sapnap, c.purpled, c.ranboo ‧₊˚ :

➳❥ 𝒙PRINCESS𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢!!

Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to be a pretty princess, who’d fawned over by the suave Dream Smp boys? Look no further! :)

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒊𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 // 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞!!

Love Story by Taylor Swift, listen along! <3

🎷 𝐪𝒖𝒂𝐜𝐤𝒊𝐭𝐲 ¡¡

❥❥ From the first time he lay eyes on you, he could’ve sworn cupid had shot his strongest arrow directly into his heart - as he’d fallen completely head over heels with an elegant stranger.

❥❥ “Wooaaaahh, who is she?” he watched intently as you did your pretty little princess wave from atop your horse and buggy, blowing kisses to the crowd of strangers who swooned over you just as hard as he had. “That’s princess Y/n.” “Ooooh Y/n, she will be mine!”

❥❥ Alex makes it his solemn duty to woo you just as fast as you’d wooed him - even faster, he hopes! He takes the time to learn everything about you from afar, learning your likes and dislikes, from your favorite type of flower, down to the exact temperature you like your eggs cooked. (which he must know if he’s going to be cooking his dear princess breakfast every morning)

❥❥ He gathers this information, picks a bouquet of absolutely breathtaking flowers, and shows up outside your castle with hopes of winning your heart.

❥❥ “Hello Princess Y/n, it’s me! Your knight in handsome armor! Come love me!” and with one singular shout from your tower, he’s quickly removed from the scene “Guards!”

❥❥ He returned every day to relive the scene from the days before, calling out to you in hopes that one day you’ll have a change of heart. And luckily, one day you do. Instead of the normal uneasy looks from your guards he’d get every single day, he was met with. “Send him up.”

❥❥ He is stunned when he enters your fortress, taken back by not only the beauty of your castle but by the beauty of you. You graciously take the flowers from him and say: “You’re here, now dazzle me.” Which he takes no time in doing. :)

📣 𝐬𝒂𝐩𝐧𝒂𝐩 ¡¡

❥❥ Sapnap had first been assigned to be your guard, a job which he of course took very seriously - but had quickly found himself being distracted by when you’d started becoming increasingly more romantic towards him.

❥❥ At first, it was very subtle things, like telling him how handsome he looked, sneakily holding his hand under the table when the two of you would have dinner together, or asking him to lay down with you while you went to sleep - all innocent things he never expected to escalate into anything further.

❥❥ Until the day you had asked him to kiss you that is, it’d been completely out of nowhere and it honestly took him aback when you’d first asked him. The words had rolled off your tongue soft and smooth, with a subtle “Kiss me.”

❥❥ You’d run your fingers over his hands, and ask again. “Kiss me, please.” you’d plead with him over and over, and yet he’d stay still - only replying with, “Your grace, I-”

❥❥ And as much as he so desired to give in to your sweet touch, he knew the consequences he’d face for having such a relationship with someone as coveted as you were, so he’d let you have your fun while he sat back and enjoyed the show.

❥❥ You’d kiss his jaw and continue to make flirty moves towards him (all in secret, of course, because if anyone found out about your actions there would be consequences)

❥❥ And when the two of you would have to eventually depart from each other for the day, he’d send you off with a wink and a: “One day my love, one day.”

👑 𝐫𝒂𝐧𝐛𝒐𝒐 ¡¡

❥❥ Your friendship with ranboo was a very interesting one, to say the least. Your parents were worried you weren’t getting enough social interaction being locked away in the castle all day, so they enlisted the help of sweet baby bean ranboo to bring some excitement into your life.

❥❥ The day you met him was quite the contrary though, seeing as the both of you were extremely shy it took alot out of you to open up to each other - but when you did, boy oh boy did the two of you thrive! Getting into all sorts of mischief with each other, whether it be purposefully hiding ingredients from the chef’s kitchen, or seeing how muddy you could get your mothers beloved white rug.

❥❥ And each morning your day would begin with: “Ranboo my beloved what shenanigans shall we get up to today?” which usually led to him dragging you to whatever location he planned on wrecking for the day.

❥❥ But one of your personal favorites was dressing up in your royal ball gowns and traipsing through the long corridors of the castle, while several jukeboxes blasted symphonies throughout the castle.

❥❥ He’d twirl you around, being utterly enchanted by the way your gown twirled with you, as he secretly wished he’d have his ball gown (he tried on one of your ball gowns, and he loved it! Until he tore the seams and ruined the dress)

❥❥ “Y/n! I tore the dress! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” you two bury it in the backyard and try to pretend it never existed, poor ranboo

🥇 𝐩𝒖𝐫𝐩𝐥𝒆𝐝 ¡¡

❥❥ Unlike any princess he’d ever seen come within the walls of the city, you were formidably locked away from any public interaction. It was set in stone for you to live out your days hidden from the outside world, due to the fact that your evil stepmother had cherished your ever so coveted hair.

❥❥ And upon one fateful day, he’d magically stumbled upon your hidden tower within the overgrown shrubbery. He’d been taken aback by how a structure had been preserved so well - he knew that for something with such stature must be hiding great treasure inside, so he started by trying to climb the outer vines that covered the tower.

❥❥ But when he’d heard the seemingly siren song coming from atop the tower, stories he’d heard of a secret princess with magical hair had suddenly all seemed to add up within his head.

❥❥ He saw you standing in the window of the tower, singing along with the soft sounds of nature that surrounded - you hadn’t noticed him at first, but when you did you’d made it your job to hide your amongst your luscious hair.

❥❥ He called up to you, hoping to get your attention, “Dear Princess, let down your hair!” You were of course scared of the strange suddenly demanding you to let down your hair, but also excited at the new visitor you could soon get to know.

❥❥ You let your hair flow out of the window and down to the boy, and watched carefully as he climbed your hair with such grace and admiration. There was no doubt about it, it was simply love at first sight for the both of you! Even if you were the sworn secret of the land.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄!

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close quarters

written for @malex-cupid from the prompt “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

this is all smut, don’t let the beginning fool you (contains frottage and d/s undertones)

you can also read it on ao3 here

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It was almost too easy. Michael had followed Alex as he drove over, had slipped in behind him by adjusting (okay, maybe breaking) some electronic security measures, and had crept down the hall behind him without anyone noticing. Or at least, without any alarms sounding or people running at him trying to get him out of what was definitely supposed to be a secret building.

Alex turned into a room halfway down the hall and Michael sped up his pace, slipping through the door before it closed. He was feeling pretty damn good about his creeping around skills, keeping his hand on the door to make sure it shut soundlessly, and following Alex across the large room when Alex spun around, his arms crossed across his chest.

“What are you doing?”

Michael stopped abruptly, avoiding running into Alex by a narrow margin. Damn, he’d been so close to avoiding detection. Michael spread his arms out in a show of truce and slapped on a tight smile. “Following you.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Why are you following me?”

“Because you were clearly hiding something, and I wanted to know what,” Michael shot back, leaving off the whole truth, which was that he wanted to make sure Alex was safe, and not up to his neck in shady or dangerous stuff again. In spite of the way they were bickering, in spite of the fact that Alex was so hot and cold that Michael was afraid to make any kind of overture, Michael couldn’t stand the thought that Alex might be in trouble, and he certainly couldn’t sit back and watch it happen. But if Alex wasn’t going to work with him, then he was stuck sneaking around.

“You could’ve asked,” Alex said, “instead of putting both of us at risk by breaking and entering.”

“Right, because you’ve been so forthcoming recently.”

Alex shook his head. “If I didn’t tell you something, then it’s because you didn’t need to know.” Michael bristled. There was a time, not too long ago, where they had actually been talking, and sharing information, and Michael felt like something approaching a real friendship might have been developing, but now? “And you shouldn’t have come here, here especially,” Alex continued, gesturing around the room for emphasis before crossing his arms again. It was a protective pose, and Michael hated it. “How did you even get through the security?”

Michael scoffed, crossing his own arms on the off-chance it might bother Alex as much as Alex’s positioning was bothering him. “I barely had to breathe on those locks to get them to open.”

Alex frowned. “You shouldn’t have been able to get in.”

Michael’s traitorous brain focused in on the way Alex’s arm muscles moved as he uncrossed his arms to rub his temple instead of responding to the obvious slight at Michael’s abilities. Michael’s mind was catching up and preparing to respond with a clever retort when the click of the door lock rang out loudly through the room, and Alex’s expression changed from irritated skepticism to genuine worry.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t be in here,” Alex muttered. Michael watched him sweep his eyes around quickly before settling on a closet built into the side wall.

“No,” Michael said immediately, “I am not hiding in a closet.”

He could imagine it—being shoved close together, in the dark, touching a way they hadn’t in months—and Michael already felt hot, his clothing a little too tight. The thing about their relationship recently was that they hadn’t had any physical contact—it was all words, soft and sharp—and the idea of that suddenly being thrust upon him when he wasn’t prepared for it had Michael’s libido working in overdrive.

And what if Alex wasn’t affected? What if Alex was calm and collected and went on just as they had? That might be the worst way Michael could think of to find out that Alex had actually moved on, and he didn’t want to do it in the middle of a covert operation where he might very well need to have his wits about him for a fight if they were found.

“Sorry,” Alex said, but he didn’t sound sorry at all. “But we can’t be found here.”

Alex grabbed Michael’s wrist and tugged him in the direction of the closet. And Michael, despite his resolve not to be put in this situation, was so startled by the contact that he just let himself be dragged.

The closet was small, half of it taken up by file boxes and the other half clearly meant only for holding a few coats. Alex pushed Michael inside, pressing Michael back against the wall with his own back to the door. Michael swung the door shut with his mind, sparing them the issue of trying to negotiate it in the small space, swinging closed a little latch on the outside to make it look less like someone could have hidden there. The door was solid with some slits that let in little lines of light, and Michael could just make out Alex’s face, only a few inches from his own.

Alex was still gripping Michael’s wrist, holding it down between them, and Michael had to hold his hand extremely still to avoid touching either of their hips. Alex didn’t seem to have the same concerns, his knuckles brushing lightly against Michael’s waist every time either of them breathed, his face a mask of concentration as he tilted his ear towards the door slits.

But it was a lot, that one touch. Michael didn’t want to admit it, but it was more than enough to make him half hard, all of the energy he had put into following Alex redirecting to his cock. Michael tried to think of anything other than the way he missed Alex, and the untethered way Alex’s touch made him feel, but he had been waiting for the moment that would be the right time to say something, something soft and romantic, and this wasn’t that.

“Alex—” Michael started to say, quietly, but Alex immediately hushed him.

“Someone’s there,” Alex breathed, even more quietly than Michael had been talking. Michael held his breath for a moment and yeah, he could hear some muffled voices. He tried to mentally prepare for a fight, but he was so distracted it was nearly impossible.

Their faces were only inches apart. Michael kept watching Alex’s mouth, without even meaning to—his lips slightly parted as he focused on being quiet, licking them every so often—and all at once he realized how desperately he wanted to kiss Alex. They hadn’t been this close in so long, and Michael had forgotten how it felt to have Alex’s lips so close to him, close enough to feel every exhale on his skin, close enough that he would barely have to move to capture Alex’s mouth in his.

Michael took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky exhale as he pulled his eyes up to meet Alex’s, aware that he was probably being far too obvious even after deciding he was going to rein his feelings in. Alex stared right back at Michael, and that made it worse, if anything, because Michael could summon memories of every time Alex stood close to him and met his eyes like this, and it never ended in an argument (at least, not immediately).

Something banged lightly against the wall next to the closet, like someone had hit it for emphasis, and Alex pressed in closer to Michael. Of course it was just to avoid detection if someone was right outside, but Michael was having difficulty remembering that when Alex’s knuckles were now pushed firmly against his thigh, barely a breath between their bodies as Michael tried to make himself small against the wall.

Michael could almost hear the chatter in the room outside, and he tried to focus on that, and not on the way he could feel the way the fabric of his shirt and Alex’s touched as they breathed, and not on the way Alex was still looking directly at him, and not at the way that Alex’s free hand was braced against the wall next to Michael’s head, and definitely not at the way Michael’s own cock was getting harder as the moments passed. It was a nearly impossible task.

“Shh,” Alex said again, unnecessarily since neither of them was making noise.

Still, Michael nodded in understanding, and Alex’s lips turned up slightly in a smile that, regardless of how small it was, was warmer than any of the expressions he had given Michael recently. Michael tried to smile back—maybe some good would come of this outside of the exercise Michael’s hand was certainly going to get once he was alone—but as soon as he did, Alex’s hand, still clutching Michael’s wrist, moved.

Alex swiveled his hand, and Michael was almost certain it was an accident, and Alex was trying to free his hand from being stuck between them. Except then Alex’s fingertips were pressed against Michael’s thigh, and they were moving, almost like he was trying to touch Michael, almost like a caress, as much as good be done with the tight space.

Michael was fully hard in an instant, and he squeezed his eyes shut abruptly, trying to keep himself from making any sound. When he opened his eyes, Alex was still smiling at him, and Alex’s fingertips were still stroking the denim on Michael’s thigh. Alex raised his eyebrow and licked his lips, and Michael almost whimpered with the need to kiss that expression off of his face.

The voices outside the closet had receded, but clearly not left the room. Alex must have decided they were far enough away to risk talking, though, because he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing Michael’s ear with each word. "I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me,” Alex whispered, and Michael couldn’t even argue, because he was trying hard not to leap over Alex’s boundaries and kiss him, and of course he wasn’t being subtle when they were pressed together like this. Alex licked his lips again, and the awareness of Alex’s tongue so close to Michael’s ear made him shiver. “I give you permission to just do it.”

Michael stopped breathing. Alex pulled back, as much as he could, and Michael watched him carefully, half expecting someone to tear open the closet door and let him know exuberantly that he was on candid camera. But nothing happened, and Alex looked earnest and almost nervous now, and that was enough for Michael.

He leaned across the narrow space between them and kissed Alex. It had been a while, but it was so familiar—Alex tasted like he always did, he kissed like he always did, and Michael’s entire universe shrunk to just him and Alex like it always did. Alex’s free hand slid along the wall, his fingers knitting immediately into Michael’s hair, and he pressed his tongue into Michael’s mouth, and Michael could barely contain his groan then. He’d been waiting so long for this, for some perfect moment, and somehow this was still perfect, even though they were hiding in a closet and they’d been sniping a few minutes earlier, and they hadn't even talked yet. Michael would make sure they talked, this time. But not just yet.

Now, all Michael wanted was to strip Alex bare and show him how much he’d missed him. But in the confines of the closet, there was no way to strip off anything, not without risking falling and making a lot of noise. Instead, Michael twisted his hand in Alex’s grip and pressed it against Alex’s cock, which even through the fabric of Alex’s pants, was clearly as hard as Michael’s. Alex’s hips jutted forward, pressing further into Michael’s palm, Alex’s fingers pressing hard enough into Michael’s thigh that he fully expected it to leave marks.

Michael grabbed Alex’s hip with his free hand, pulling Alex in closer to him. Their hands were caught, pressing up against each other completely, but it felt so good to feel Alex’s body against his. Alex’s fingers brushed against the tip of Michael’s cock, maybe not even intentionally, and Michael bit back a moan. Fuck, had he missed this. Alex always seemed to know exactly what he needed, even the way Alex had let Michael know he’d wanted Michael to kiss him had been perfect, the way he had asserted that he was in charge without making Michael ask for it.

Michael wanted more than just a kiss though, and he was almost positive Alex was on the same page, regardless of how they’d gotten here. He slid his hand up awkwardly to Alex’s pants fly, pulling his lips away from Alex’s. Alex looked at Michael questioningly, and Michael almost forgot his aim when he saw how blown Alex’s pupils were, his lips bruised red from kissing already. Michael leaned in the way Alex had before, pressing his lips almost against Alex’s ear and relishing the way Alex shuddered.

“Do I just have your permission to kiss you? Or is there anything else you’ll allow?” Michael asked, knowing that Alex would respond to the facetious question well. He ran his fingertip lightly along Alex’s zipper and Alex bit off a moan. “Give me permission to touch.”

“Fuck,” Alex swore quietly, and Michael couldn’t be sure if he was swearing because of what Michael was saying or because Michael had caused him to moan despite their continuing need to stay quiet to protect their cover. “You’d better touch me,” Alex said, regaining his authoritative tone, and Michael shivered. He’d really, really missed that.

Michael didn’t wait for anything else, but moved his head back so they were face to face again, so that he could catch Alex’s lips in a kiss again, deep and slow because that was the best way to avoid any sounds. Michael reached out with his mind to unbutton Alex’s pants and pull down the zipper in one fluid, practiced motion. There wasn’t room to pull them down completely, barely room enough to shimmy them down to his thighs, but it was almost better this way, the threat of being caught enough to counter the awkwardness.

Breathing heavily against Alex’s mouth, Michael pressed his hand against Alex’s cock, suppressing another heavy moan when he felt how hard it was, when he felt the slickness of Alex’s precum against his fingers even through Alex’s briefs. There wasn’t room for Michael to move his wrist enough for a real hand job, not even enough room to pull down Alex’s briefs, but Alex clearly had other plans; he scrambled his own hand in between them again, pushing Michael’s hand away and unzipping and tugging Michael’s pants down his hips as much as he could.

Michael slid his hand around Alex’s waist, slipping it under the waistband of Alex’s briefs to palm at his ass as Alex pressed himself in, holding onto Michael’s hip and pushing Michael against the wall. Michael could feel Alex’s cock pressing up against his own, even with both pairs of underwear between them, he could feel the way Alex’s cock was throbbing and leaking from Michael’s teasing touches. This was harder, though, and Michael could barely contain a moan as Alex rocked his hips back and forth as much as possible in the tiny space, rubbing their cocks together, spreading the stain of precum against the fabric.

It was like high school, dry humping in the back of Michael’s truck or that one time in the eraser room, and it made something in Michael light up, the memory and reality combining into one as he gave himself into that pleasure. Alex bit Michael’s lip as he thrust his hips more forcefully, pulling at Michael’s curls and curling his nails into the skin of Michael’s hips. Michael kept his hand on Alex’s ass, unable to do anything but hold it, his fingers pressing promises of ‘later’ into Alex’s skin, pulling Alex against him with every rock of Alex’s hips.

It was infuriating, the fabric between their cocks the bane of Michael’s existence when he just wanted to feel Alex’s skin against his, just wanted to feel Alex’s cock leaking onto his; but it was also so, so good.

There were still faint voices in the room, and as quiet as Michael and Alex were trying to be, Michael knew both of them were moaning quietly, unable to hold in every sound, and he knew they had to be quick or the risk of getting caught would only increase. Michael encouraged Alex to move faster, pulling him in closer, and Alex responded immediately, fucking into Michael like there wasn’t anything between them, the way Michael always thought about when his own hand was on his cock. Except this wasn't just a fantasy, this was actually Alex thrusting against Michael, breathing heavily, pulling Michael’s hair and kissing his lips raw.

Michael knew he was close, the need to be quick and the overwhelming feeling of being so close to Alex combining, even though he didn’t want this to end. His hips stuttered forward, pushing against Alex as much as they could without meaning to, and Alex groaned quietly against Michael’s lips again.

“You can cum,” Alex said breathlessly before kissing Michael again, hard, “I give you permission for that, too.”

Michael responded instantly, groaning against Alex’s lips and pressing his hips into Alex, trying his best to thrust without any room to move. Alex kept up the motion of his own hips, his cock rubbing against Michael’s, the friction enough to make everything else fade out, so that Michael was focused just on him and Alex, and the way their bodies fit together, and the fact that Alex wanted to make him cum in a closet with people just outside just because neither of them could keep their hands off one another once they started.

Alex pressed hard against Michael, circling his hips without breaking the contact of their bodies, and Michael barely contained a yell as his hips stuttered up towards Alex and he came, his legs shaking with the force of his orgasm.  

It took only a moment more of Michael kneading the skin of Alex’s ass while Alex kept grinding his hips into Michael for Alex to moan quietly into Michael’s mouth, his movements stuttering erratically before slowing completely.

Michael could feel the cum soaking both of their briefs, and the urge to fall to his knees and lick Alex clean was only halted by the fact that there was literally not enough room. Alex sagged against Michael, rubbing his softening cock lightly against Michael, kissing him more softly now. They were both breathing heavily, and Michael tried to get his breathing under control quickly, suddenly incredibly aware that they were not as quiet as they’d meant to be, and he couldn’t even be sure how quick it had been, the moments stretching out as Alex leaned against him and kissed him lazily.

The sounds from outside the closet had faded, and Michael could hardly believe they’d been lucky enough to avoid catching anyone’s attention with how intense he'd felt their tryst was.

“Do you think they’re gone?” Michael asked and Alex giggled—there wasn’t another word for the lightness in Alex’s laugh, something Michael hadn’t heard in forever.

“I think so,” Alex said quietly. “I guess they didn’t hear us.”

Yeah, or they just didn’t want to burst in on two people who were obviously fucking a closet, Michael thought, but didn’t say out loud. Alex relaxed against Michael again, running his fingers softly through Michael’s hair while Michael stroked Alex’s lower back. It seemed to hit both of them at once that they would have to leave the closet, and Michael suddenly felt concerned that Alex was going to just walk away and he’d have to hold this in his memory with every other one time thing he’d had with Alex that haunted him.

“We should probably leave,” Alex said eventually. “Someone else might come in, and we should clean up.”

Michael nodded, and pulled the door open slowly with his mind, just in case someone was waiting to jump them when they emerged. It was just an empty room, though, and Alex spilled out of the closet, blinking into the light as he quickly pulled up and zipped his pants. Michael followed, rearranging his own clothing and trying not to feel as apprehensive as he suddenly did, remembering how he’d gotten here, remembering how irritated Alex had been.

"This way,” Alex said, leading Michael out of the room and gesturing down a dark hall. “Back exit.”

It took only a few moments for them to emerge outside, and Michael tried not to feel the concern settling over him. But instead of ushering Michael off and going back inside, or heading to his own car, Alex carefully took hold of Michael’s hand.

“We should talk,” he said slowly.

Michael nodded, staring off into the distance to avoid Alex’s eyes. Alex’s hand felt heavy in his, and soft, and real, and good—a good feeling on top of all the worry, floating in the same space as the satisfied part of him that wanted nothing more than to pull Alex down on the ground and do it all again. “We should.”

“Want to come over?” Alex said, nonchalantly, like he wasn’t making every part of Michael light up with happiness he’d been trying to prevent himself from feeling to avoid the loss when Alex took it away. “We could…talk. And maybe shower? And then, who knows.”

Michael looked up, startled. “Really?”

“Yeah, well your pants are full of cum,” Alex said, teasing. “So I figure I owe it to you to strip you down and clean you up.”

Michael grinned. “You really do.” He leaned forward, then stopped unsure if he was still allowed to kiss Alex, or if this was something they were only going to do in the safety of a closet or one of their homes.

Alex leaned in, closing the rest of the distance and kissing Michael softly, with promise. Sure, they had to talk, but this was more than Michael had been hoping for, and it was everything he wanted.

“You always have my permission to kiss me,” Alex said quietly before pulling away without letting go of Michael’s hand. “Now let’s get the hell out of here before we find out if there are security cameras in that closet.”

Michael laughed, almost certain Alex was making a joke, and let Alex pull him towards Michael’s truck.

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