#anders lassen X reader

[holylulusworld]

Howl like a wolf (Prologue) – Kinktober 16

Summary: You are interested in the new alpha in town.

Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, chasing kink (implied), scenting, love-struck reader

Trope: a/b/o

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Howl like a wolf masterlist

The alpha is huge. Taller than any alpha you've seen before. He must be taller than 6’. He has a muscular build, and you guess he weighs at least 250 pounds.

You watch him from afar, eyes glued to him if you get the chance. Not only to admire him but to draw him too.

Most of the people in town are intimidated by his rugged appearance, but you are rather curious about his past and what brought him to your sleepy little town.

You dreamily sigh as you draw his strong jawline. He looks like a real man, not the guys in town trying to court you. His cute little glasses make him look less rough, but you know better than to underestimate the tall alpha.

His physical presence intimidates even alphas, and you’re not dumb enough to get in his way. But a girl can dream, right?

You smile to yourself hearing his deep voice beckoning as he talks to one of the town folks. He’s glancing your way while adjusting his glasses. You drop your eyes to finish your drawing. The last thing you want is for him to catch you staring at the alpha.

When you look his way again, the alpha is gone. You crane your neck, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You sigh because now you cannot finish your drawing. As you get up from your seat at the small café you like to spend your free time drinking tea and drawing, someone follows your every move.

It’s a few days later that you scent the alpha near your favorite café. He must’ve passed by not moments ago. Your toes curl and you purr low in your throat when the faded scent gets stronger.

Your breath hitches in your throat, seeing the alpha walk past you. He doesn’t look your way, but you still tremble in need when you scent him.

“Anders, how are you?” The alpha looks up from his food to look at the owner of the diner. He likes to come here. The food is good but cheap, and people mostly leave him alone.

“Not bad, Earl,” Anders replies and goes back to shoveling the food he ordered in his mouth. “The food is good.”

“You’re welcome to come here anytime,” the owner chuckles. He likes the tall but friendly alpha. Maybe it’s his age. Life taught him to not judge a book by its cover. “The food is always good.”

“Thanks,” Anders drawls. His accent is still thick, but Earl doesn’t seem to mind. His hearing is not the best, but he understands Anders well enough. “What do I owe you, Earl?”

Earl and Anders chat for a moment while you watch the alpha from afar. You made up your mind and decided to get his attention. One way or another. What little you know about the alpha is that he’s a passionate hunter. Or so you heard.

If like a good chase, who are you to deny him?

You smile to yourself. This is your chance to get the alpha’s attention. While he talked to Earl, you stole his wallet out of his jacket. You rubbed your scent into the fabric, making sure Anders could smell you on his jacket.

Now he’s following you around town, sniffing in all directions. The chase is on, and you can’t wait for Anders to catch you...

Part 1

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The Bear (Anders Lassen x F! Reader)

Request from @wunder-blunder: I'm (VERY) interested in Anders Lassen (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare) x female reader, I really enjoyed your fic Living for Later (a part 2 for that would be awesome)! So, if you're still interested/reading, my idea is that the group (Anders, Gus, etc.) go to a bar after they get out of confinement at the end of the movie, and that's where Anders and the female reader meet. The female reader (very understandably) can't stop staring at Anders so he walks over to ask why she's staring. The female reader will say how she's just shocked that anyone would let a bear into a bar (Anders is the bear), flirty banter happens and eventually leads to much more explicit things.

Pairing: Anders Lassen x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, minors do not interact. 18 + ONLY. Oral M & F receiving, language, thigh riding, p in v, happy ending.

Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare Masterlist

"Taste that, Gentlemen," Gus holds up his pint, "the taste of freedom." They click their glasses together, beer sloshing over the side and landing on the bar top before they tip back the pints.

"Damn, I don't think anything could taste better," Freddy sighs, looking at his glass like a lover.

Anders smiles to himself, "I can think of something." His eyes scan across the room, his back casually leaning against the bar.

"Naughty boy, Lassen," Apple laughs, taking another sip and glancing around at the lack of women in the pub. "But it doesn't look like you're going to have much luck around here."

"Would you like another?" Anders turns slowly, his heartbeat quickening when he sees you there behind the bar, the other bartender giving you a smile and a pat on the back as he heads out. "Jesus," you whistle, "I didn't know we let bears in here."

"What?" Anders sits straighter looking around for the threat.

You giggle, "I meant you," you point at him, "you look like a fuckin' bear. What did you do to get a body like that? Bench press cars?"

His cheeks turn pink and he coughs, adjusting his glasses, "I-well I."

"Steamin' Jesus," Apple chuckles, "she's got you tongue-tied Lassen!"

You give the one called Lassen a playful wink before pouring him another pint and placing it before him. "This one's on the house, didn't mean to embarrass ya in front of your friends."

"It's no trouble," he turns and speaks at his friends between clenched teeth, "they seem to have lost their manners in prison."

"Prison?" you stand straighter looking between the patrons, "you lot just got out of prison?" They nod sheepishly, "what the hell for?"

"That's classified," the one with the dark black facial hair and curls speaks up. "But we were found innocent and released today."

"So you're not raging murderous psychopaths?" you ask, refilling their glasses and wiping down the bar from the previous spill.

"Only when it comes to Nazis," you look at the Bear and feel a smile pull at your lips.

"Well, that's just fine then."

The rest of the night passes quickly, you make conversation with the other patrons, fix drinks, and try not the spend the entire time drooling over the beast of a man seated at your ber. While all of those things go well, the latter is hard to accomplish. It probably isn't helpful that you can feel his eyes follow you around the room.

And when your eyes meet, it's fucking electric. He's so big, he barely fits on the chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up leave little to the imagination and it makes your seriously want to know if he's that big, everywhere.

"Last call, gents," you ring the bell, seeing a handful of regulars come up for a final pint or to settle their bill.

You move about the room, starting the closing tasks for the evening, tossing goodbyes over your shoulder until the chime of the door is silenced. But when you look up your breath catches at seeing one lone patron remaining.

"We're closed," your voice comes out breathy, and you clear your throat. He's silent, watching you like he has all night, and you feel your assessment of him as a bear was accurate. He's an animal alright, and he's hungry.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, crossing his arms across him onto the bar top, and resting his chin on his hands. "Say the word, and I will go."

The words slip out before you can process, "No," he smiles, "I don't want you to leave."

He nods, before straightening, "what do we need to do to go?"

"Oh," you quickly lift your hands, shaking your head, "no, you just sit there, I can finish by myself."

He stands and your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Fuck, he is a giant, towering over you. You didn't get to grasp how tall he was when he sat at the bar all evening and your panties drench just thinking of how big he is. The thought from earlier comes back with a vengeance and you gulp, your eyes traveling down his body.

"See something you like?" He holds out his arms and turns for you, smirking when he catches your eyes, "are you just going to look, darling?"

"No," you swallow, shaking your head, and moving to stand before him. Tentatively you reach a hand out towards his chest, gasping when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his orbit. His chest is solid muscle beneath your palm, and you move across his chest towards his arm, tongue coming out to lick your lips.

He groans, and your eyes snap to his, but his arm on your lips, "can I kiss you?" he asks, his hand coming to rest on your chin, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip before you bend your head and take it into your mouth. Tongue swirling around his digit, sucking it between your lips before letting go with a pop.

"Knulla," he mumbles under his breath.

"Kiss me Bear," you command and he wastes not a moment. His arms wrapping around your waist and hoisting you into his arms before your ass lands on the bar top. He nestles his body between your thighs, spreading them far to make room for his large form.

"Tell me you want this," he's so close, and you feel a little drunk having him so close. "Tell me," you pulls you towards the edge of the counter, your soaking through your panties, skirt bunched around him, "that you want me to fuck you. That you'll let me take you home and do everything I've been dreaming to do to you all night."

The sound of your heart beating is so deafening you can guarantee he can hear it. "Yes," you whimper, begging him with your body to put you out of your misery and kiss you.

"Then," he takes a step back, lowering your skirts, "what do we need to do to leave?"

You huff, crossing your arms and withering on the bar top, desperate for any kind of friction. The Bear misses nothing though and quickly steps forward, pulling you off the counter and to your feet. "None of that," he chastises playfully, "the only thing getting you off tonight will be me."

"Hmph," you step out of his arms, crossing your own across your chest. "You won't even kiss me, how do I know it's even worth letting you take me home?"

"I see," he nods, "the little barn needs a taste."

You don't get a chance to ask about the meaning of the word before he has you pinned to the wall, his knee slotted between your skirts and his mouth hot on your own. It's like an inferno, his mouth moving with your own in a complicated waltz only you two knowing the steps. When he lifts his knee, and presses it to your cunt, you gasp, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with your own.

You are lost to everything but him, and when he raises his boot to his toes and rolls his leg up and down you quickly grasp onto his shoulders, his forehead pressed to your own. You close your eyes and rock your hips, being held completely off the ground by his tree trunk of a thigh.

"That's it," he praises, holding onto your hips and helping you move back and forth on his thigh. "Your bear is hungry," he latches his lips onto your neck when your head drops back against the wall. "Hmm," he groans, sucking and leaving bites along your neck, "I want you to cum," he whispers in your ear, sucking your earlobe between his lips. "Then I'm gonna take you home and lick that pretty pussy clean until you make a mess all over my face, again."

The combination of the filth rolling off his tongue and the strong thigh beneath you, working together with his hands on your waist is all too much. You grab him around the neck with one arm and the other hand is on his arm and you pull yourself up and down with a small cry and a whimper of his name as you fall apart beneath his skilled fingers.

Your breath is loud in the silence of the pub and you both still as he slowly lowers you to the ground. The legs you stand on are wobbly and he quickly reaches out an arm to steady you. "Are you alright, my darling?" he asks softly, running a hand over your face, and smiling when you nod. "You were so beautiful," he marvels, "if that's how gorgeous you look cumming on my thigh. You will rival the gods when you cum on my cock."

"Lassen," you whimper his name and he closes his eyes and controls his breathing.

"Please, call me Anders," he begs, slowly opening his eyes and taking a step back, "what do we need to do to finish?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, turning to reach over the bar for your purse, "I'm opening the bar tomorrow at 11, I'll come in early and finish it."

"We should finish it now," he argues gently, holding up a hand to interrupt you, "trust me."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think you're going to make it in tomorrow." You eyes widen and you go to ask the question when he offers the answer, "you'll be lucky to walk tomorrow when I'm through with you."

The two of you make quick work of the closing tasks and after making a quick call to your boss about covering for the next day you both finally leave the pub. The London air is chilly and you pull your threadbare coat tighter around your body, locking the door behind you. A couple passes when you turn and you sigh looking at the womans fine coat and gloves, a girl could dream.

A heavy weight drops across your shoulders, the scent of tobacco and leather heady as you snuggle into the warmth. "Let's get you home," Anders, reaches an arm around you and you turn towards home. If it wasn't for the spend dripping down your thighs, you'd think it was just an evening stroll between a couple. You'd always wish you had a man to meet you after work and walk you home. Someone to make sure you made it home safe.

With Anders arms around you, you could almost pretend. You walked in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier simmering as your pace quickened when your apartment came into view. You took the steps two at a time, and before long you stood before the door.

You shrug off his coat and hand it to him before reaching into your purse for your keys. The room is dark and you move around the room, turning on lamps and hanging up your coat. The deadbolt is deafening and when you turn to look towards the door, your jaw drops.

The whole thing happens in slow motion, his eyes on you the whole time. He’s wearing suspenders and he lowers each side till their hanging at his waist. His hands are slow, methodical, as he unbuttons each button of his shirt. Your own hands mirroring his actions as you slip the buttons of your shirt in time with each of his. He tugs the shirt off and your mouth waters. His chest is a canvas of scars, and for a second he looks unsure as you step forward, hand reaching out to trace the long one across his abdomen. 

“How did that happen?” you ask, whispering. He tells you everything, your hand tracing each and every scar before going over them with your lips. 

When you’ve finished tracing your tongue across the last scar, a bullet he received two years ago protecting a child does he find his voice. “You’re not disgusted?” 

“My handsome Bear,” you cradle his face, “these scars are the canvas of your life. The life you’ve fought so hard to live. I could never be disgusted.” 

He lets out a shallow breath before nodding, “Thank you.” 

“No,” you hold a finger to his lips, “no thank you are necessary. It is I who should be thanking you.” You trace your hand down his abdomen and reach for his belt, holding his gaze when you begin to open his pants and lower the zipper, dropping to your knees and licking your lips as you work the pants down his legs. 

His cock is magnificent, and you are pleased to know he really is that large, everywhere. “Fuck,” you mumble, wondering for a moment how you’ll even manage to get him in your mouth let alone your pussy. He’s silent, watching you and he steps out of his pants, tossing them and his shoes into the corner and standing before you completely naked. 

You reach for his cock and give it a tentative stroke, your hand not even encompassing half his size, mouth salivating at the dribble of pre-cum pooling at the end. You stick out your tongue and lick the end of his cock, moaning softly at the salty taste. “Fan, gör det igen älskling,” he moans head dropping back and you feel encouraged by the broken way he just sounded.

Your jaw strains from the stretch but you manage to slide about half of him down your throat before you hit the back. Your panties drip onto the floor, when you pull him back out and in, lubricating the rest so your hands can slide in time with your mouth. You want to touch your pussy so bad, it’s throbbing but his moans of pleasure are enough to get you off. He leans down, putting one of his hands on your head and guiding you deeper, gagging on his cock. 

Anders looks down, his mouth dropped open on a moan, watching the saliva drip down your chin and splash like raindrops on your exposed breasts. He wants to lick them, open his mouth wide and suck each gorgeous globe between his lips, teasing your nipple with his tongue. But right now he’s lost to the way you look at him. Tears streaming down your chin as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips, he’s so fucking close and he wants to cum inside your mouth, watch your mouth fill with the white creamy cum and see your throat bob as your swallow down his load. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns, holding your head still and listening to your gag as he cums down your throat with a loud groan of your name. It’s as beautiful as he thought when he pulls out and watches you gasp, hands on his thighs as you try to catch your breath, his cum all over your lips until you lick them clean with a grin. 

Anders reaches a hand out, pulling you up and quickly disposing of the rest of your clothes. He doesn’t bother with your bra straps, the fabric ripping and tossed in the corner before he’s tossing you over his shoulder and heading for the bedroom. You let out a loud squeal but he silences you when he fondles your ass, giving it a sharp slap. 

He tries three doors before he finds the bedroom, and tosses you onto the bed - tits bouncing with the force. “Spread your legs for me, darling,” he drops to his knees and crawls up the bed, nestling himself between your thighs. “Let me see that messy cunt.” He lifts one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder, spreading you wide, and running a thick finger between your folds. “Hmm,” he hums happily, spreading your wetness all over your folds. 

Anders leans forward and you reach down, grabbing his hair with one hand, the other quickly reaching behind you for the pillow when he licks at your clit. Almost like a kitten licking a bowl of milk, he hums, the vibrations traveling up your body and you wither, groaning when he lifts his other arm and rests it across your stomach keeping you still. 

That’s when everything changes. Gone is the kitten and the bear comes out to play. He devours you, his nose dragging through your slit and he tongue following, playing with your clit like the expert marksman you assume he is. 

“Anders,” you try to rock your hips and he lets up with his grip, letting you ride his face. 

He pulls up for air, watching mesmerized as your hips lift trying to follow his mouth. You halt when he spits on your pussy, the sound lewd and loud your leg rising as he lifts one of his arms and puts it between you. You arch off the bed on a gasp when he slides two of his thick fingers inside you. 

You grasp the arm at your waist in an iron grip, moving your hips up and down. He curls his fingers and you see stars. “Fuck!” He leans down, sucking your clit back into his mouth and moving his tongue back and forth. The slight stubble leaves a delicious burn that aches. “I’m gonna-“ you pant, struggling to get the words out before you feel the pressure build and explode soaking his fingers. He doesn’t lose momentum, riding your high out until you’re pushing his face away. 

He crawls up your body and rests his body gently on your own. He rests his head on your chest, like he did on his arms back at the bar, grinning. 

“You look quite pleased with yourself,” you run your fingers through his hair, his head tilting to rest more into your hand. 

“I am,” he smiles, “to have a beautiful woman fall apart on my tongue is a blissful thing.” 

“You must have had many women to have such skill.” The idea leaves a sour feeling in your stomach and your hand falls back to your chest but he quickly moves his head beneath your hand to encourage your touch. 

“I haven’t,” his words surprise you and you meet his eyes to see them already upon you. “Been with many women that is. Just two.” You’re unsure if you believe him, but he places a kiss between your breasts and moves up your body to gently kiss your lips. His cock grows hard against your belly with each swipe of his tongue against your own. “I want to see you cum again,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Then fuck me-“ the words die on your tongue when he lifts your legs and presses them into your stomach, his cock brushing through your folds. 

“As you wish,” he grins, pressing just the head inside you. You gasp, tossing your head back as he works himself deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust of his hips. 

“Oh god,” you moan, his thumb working your clit as he finally fits himself all the way inside you. 

His chuckle has your eyes snapping open to look at him with a tilt of your head and he gives you a wink, “Not god, darling, just me.” 

“You assho-” he rocks his hips, pulling back all the way before slamming back in again. You can’t breathe, each stroke of his enormous cock punching the oxygen from your lungs. 

You close your eyes, lost in the sensations he brings out, each snap of his hips fills you deeper and deeper, and you’re sure you can feel him poking out of your stomach. The room is otherwise silent besides your panting breath, incoherent mumblings of his name, and the lewd sounds of his cock pumping into your soaked pussy. 

“Look at me,” Anders, nudges his head against your own and you slowly open your eyes. “There you are,” he praises, kissing you deeply, “keep your eyes on me, I want to see you cum.” 

“An-Anders,” you hold onto both his arms and look between you, seeing him disappear inside you with each movement of his massive body. The pressure in your belly builds like a volcano bound to explode and he sees it, moving his hips quicker and chasing your release with his own. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he commands, his accent strong, “cum now.” You obey, arching your chest up into him and letting out a loud moan, squeezing around his cock so tight. “Shit,” he groans, flooding you with his release. It’s hot and thick and you can feel it drip down your thighs, leaving them sticky. 

He stays buried deep inside you, his massive arms on either side of your head keeping himself upright so he does not crush you. You want to feel his weight on you, feel him keep you there with his body, never let you go. But eventually, he does, but not before kisses are pressed over every inch of your face. He may be a bear in appearance; a fierce fighter that could tear your limb from limb with little thought. But inside hes nothing but a teddy bear, a lover, someone you could easily get attached too. 

“Wheres the bathroom?” he asks, sitting up, his eyes fixed on where he’s left a mess licking his lips. You point to the door in the corner and he reluctantly rises. God, he’s a fucking sight, all hard lines and muscles, and with each step away you want to shout for him to return. 

He returns quickly with a clothe, wiping you clean and collapsing back into bed. Tugging you into his arms, sleep quickly finds you, his arm rubbing up and down your back and humming a soft swedish lullaby. 

By the time you awaken the clock reads 1 pm and the bed is long cold. No note, no sign he was even there besides the two wet towels hanging in the bathroom. You hate how dissapointed you feel at his absence but the ache between your legs from the six additional orgasms since the night before remind you that even if you wished too you couldn’t have gone again. He had to leave eventually. 

The shower works out some of the kinks in your muscles but you still move slowly throughout the flat, trying to muster the strength to go into work that evening. While your boss had been accepting of missing the opening shift at the pub you couldn’t get out of closing tonight. 

The pub is loud when you arrive and you smile at the other bartender before jumping into the fray and starting to take orders. The night moves quickly luckily despite your melancholy mood, several of the regulars pick up on it; cracking jokes in the hopes of alleviating some of the sadness. 

From behind you notice another seat fill at the bar and go to turn, “What can I get-” the words evaporate on your tongue—a great bear of a man filling the bar stool before you. You look at one another, the pub continuing around you like it didn’t know your world was slowly tilting on its axis. 

“You,” he puts his arms on the bar top and smiles at you, “I would like to have you.” 

“You did,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you left without a word.” 

He lifts a bag from the floor and puts it on top of the counter, “I needed to go grab this.” 

He’s piqued your curiosity and knows it, grinning like a schoolboy as you uncross your arms and move closer, to pull the bag down and look inside. The contents are ordinary, clothes and an extra pair of shoes, a shaving kit, several knives, and guns. “I don’t understand,” you glance up at him and catch the quick hint of vulnerability. 

He clears his throat, “I went to grab my things. So I could come back home.” 

“Home?” you feel a tightness in your throat, “and where might that be?” 

“I already told you, darling. You. You, are my home.” 

“We hardly know one another,” the first tear slips down your cheek and he stands leaning over the bar to brush it away. “You could be a madman for all I know, a brute, a beast.” 

He holds a hand to his chest, mock offense clear on his face, “I am no such thing. I am a lover, not a fighter. You raise a brow at him, pulling out the large hunting knife from his bag and he grins sheepishly, “Okay, I am a bit of a fighter.” 

You stare at him, him watching with bated breath for you to decide if he’s worth this effort. But you know you already decided when you turned around and saw him there. “You’re paying half the rent,” he beams, nodding happily, “and doing the washing and dishes. I won’t be a little housewife doing all the work while you sit around and drink.” 

“I can cook,” he stands, coming around the bar, the other patrons watching him curiously, looking between the two of you. “I’m very handy around the house,” he wraps his arms around your waist, your hands falling naturally to his chest. “I make the bed, clean up after myself, and will be your own personal guard dog, darling, no one will ever hurt you. I promise.” 

He leans down to kiss you but you pull back, watching the little crease between his brows deepen in confusion. “I don’t want a guard dog,” you whisper to his conspiritorily, “I want a bear.” 

His laugh is loud and booming before he nods, “yes, my love, I’ll be your bear.” When he finally presses his lips to yours, the bar erupts in cheers, and for the first time in the long time, you’re exactly where you want to be.

[briefalpacashark]

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Introducing my newest obsession.

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A new little thing as an Anders Lassen romance.

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=Chapter 1=

=Chapter 2=

=Chapter 3=

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Given The Chance ~ Chapter 1

You’d built quite the reputation for yourself over the past few years. Enhancing any skillset that may be useful along the way. And clearly you’d impressed some of the higher ups since you were currently sat opposite Churchill himself. “There’s a team I want you to meet” he informed you “it is my thinking that you will be a valuable addition to the group”.

That was all there was to it really. Nobody argued with orders from that high up. You’d been given an address and made your way there that same afternoon. The gates at the end of the driveway had been left open since they knew you were coming. As you got out of the car outside the front of the house though your intuition told you something was amiss.

The front door was left ajar and there wasn’t a single light on in the whole house despite the sun sitting low in the sky and darkness setting in. Since the Nazis were yet to hold any British soil you assumed this was some form of convoluted test.

Taking a moment to look over each window carefully, you were sure that there was nobody positioned in any of them. You looked over your shoulder under the guise of fixing your hair and fought back a smile as you spotted somebody hidden behind one of the shrubs. Moving around the front of the car, you dropped to a crouch so that the house was hidden from view.

“I’m a little old for hide and seek” you called out to the person in the bush “and it seems you’re not particularly good at it anyway”. There was a pause of silence before a man stood and appeared, making his way over to you. “Ah ah” you mimicked a gun with your fingers and aimed it at him “if we’re going to play games, you’re going to have to play your part” you imitated two shots at him.

“Seriously?” he asked with raised eyebrows. You simply smirked at him and maintained your position. Reluctantly, he moved to sit on the ground and pulled out a pipe to light.

“Funny actions for a corpse but I’ll let you off” you peered over the car to see if there was any movement at the house. “Don’t suppose the corpse wants to help a lady out with some intel?”

“That wouldn’t be playing the game now, would it?” he shot back.

“I don’t know, I’m rather good at getting information out of enemies” you shrugged before standing and making your way slowly to the house, leaving the man behind. Rather than head for the open door, you headed around the back and sided up to a window before carefully peering inside.

A smile graced your lips as you spotted not one but two men waiting in ambush of the front door. Did they think you were some sort of novice? Silently jimmying the window open you climbed through. They were mid conversation when you appeared behind them, both hands mimicking guns again “looks like you’re out boys” you spoke up.

The one on the right jumped slightly as he turned to face your raised hands. “Thank god for that” the other simply commented “now I can get back to my book”. He stood from where he was crouched and held a hand out for you to shake.

“Fairly certain corpses don’t shake hands” you joked “let alone read books”.

“You’re really going to insist we remain here?” he asked incredulously.

“Hey, this game was your team’s idea, not mine” you insisted “if we’re going to play then you have to do it properly”. The two men shared a look before sitting back on the floor with a roll of their eyes.

“We’ll wait here then it seems” the one from before spoke up again “if it’ll speed the process up you may want to check upstairs next”.

“What a helpful corpse” you winked before peering around the doorway and assessing the situation “I’ll be quite upset if the information is bad though”.

“You can trust that I want to return to my book more than I want to sit here” he promised. Deciding to take his word for it you slowly moved for the stairs. Taking them silently, testing for any creaks before each step. As you reached the top, you were caught off guard by another woman launching herself at you.

Regaining your balance, you rolled yourself out of the way and sparred with her, dodging kicks and punches whilst assessing her fighting patterns. Once you had a read on her you started to counter move. Moments later you had her pinned to the ground and mimicked a fatal blow. “Pleasure to meet you” you smiled as you moved into a crouch and carefully assessed the corridor.

“It’s going to be lovely to have another woman around” the woman smiled up at you “the men can be quite unruly at times”. Sparing her a smile you stood and moved to start checking rooms. As you went to open one on the right, you felt tension on the door as your started to move it. Checking it over, you spotted the wire at the top right corner.

Taking a blade from your belt, you cut the wire before opening the door the rest of the way. “Really thought that would work to be honest” a curly haired man sat opposite the door in a chair.

“Sorry to disappoint” you shrugged before throwing the blade to the wall right beside his head “and also you’re out”.

“So it seems” he laughed as he pulled the knife from the wall and started to dig dirt from his nails. That was when another man grabbed you from behind and lifted you from the ground. Fighting against his hold was useless, he had a strength advantage against you. This would require more practical thinking.

Swinging your leg into the back of his knee, you knocked his balance and the two of you went to the ground, giving you chance to escape from his grasp and turn to face him. He was huge! “Hey handsome” you grinned before rushing towards him whilst he was still on the ground.

He was quick to counter every move you threw at him and a silly move on your part had you pinned beneath him on the ground a few minutes later. “Damn” you sighed as he grinned victoriously.

“Don’t feel too bad, Lassen is our best when it comes to brute force” the man from the chair finally stood up and made his way over to you.

“Hey handsome?” the man in question asked as you remained pinned beneath him “you greet all enemies that way?”

“Just the pretty ones” you grinned at him before pointedly wiggling for him to let you up. He finally released you and offered you his hand to pull you up.

“I like her already” he turned and grinned to the other man.

[peyton-warren]

WIP Wednesday (er.. Saturday)

Tagged by @blackwood4stucky, thank you hon.

Been sporadically working on a Anders Lassen x Reader smut one shot that has turned into a whole series with back stories and front stories, and spy stuffs, and... yeah its a whole thing now.

An adrenaline fuelled giggle from Anders as his hand tightens around yours, dragging you quickly through the hallway after your encounter with the Nazi officer.  He thumps his shoulder against the door frame to your cabin, closely watching you as you find the key to the room.  You feel the heat from his stare, it or the adrenaline in your system making your hand shake as you try to open the door.  

Suddenly Lassen kisses the back of your neck as you pop the door open.  He pushes you both through the door, his arm firmly wrapped around you.  Shutting the door with his other hand, he spins the pair of you so you suddenly find yourself pinned against the door and his chest.  You gasp loudly as you look up into his sparkling eyes, finding yourself lost in them, in him as your heart pounds so loudly, you are certain anyone walking by your cabin door can hear it clearly.  Anders’ gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, his empty hand coming up to wrap around the back of your neck, his palm landing on your pulse point. At the feel of your heart rate, his smile widens a hair before he dips to brush his nose against yours, his lips a millimeter from yours.

Screen shot by @rainismdata

No pressure tags: @ronearoundblindly @deandoesthingstome @gummydummy19 @geralts-yenn @littlefreya and anyone else who wants to play.

[opiplover]

Oi, can someone tell me... What happend with a fic in Ao3 about Anders Lassen x Reader called "Shall i tell you how many Na*zis?" Please😩✨️

help🥺

[cardierreh15]

Double Stuffed

Oreo’s aren’t the only thing that are double stuffed around these parts 😌 enjoy

***I do not give anyone permission or my consent to repost, translate or copy my work!

Warnings 18+: 3️⃣ sum, Cursing , Voyuerism , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Nipple Stimulation , Squirting , Facial , Penetration (Vaginal 🤟🏾) PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Pairings: Gus March-Phillips(Henry Cavill) x Black!Plus Size Female(Regina) x Anders Lassen(Alan Ritchson)

Special Guest: Betty 💕 @augustsprincess

Description: Regina has the time of her life!

Word Count: 3.8K

‘Oh girl c’mon it’ll be fun!’ Betty exclaimed as she tugged Regina’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the pub that was booming with country music, soldiers in uniform lingering about.

‘Betty!’ She snatched her hand away, watching Betty stumble before once again gaining her footing. ‘Girl, my daddy is in the service! What if someone saw me in there!’ She whined out.

Her small friend pursed her lips together hard, dusting off her polka dotted dress in frustration and running her slender fingers through her freshly done candy curls.

‘Your daddy-‘ she said the words with bitterness. ‘Ain’t here.’ She let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Look. I know you’ve been under the weather since the death of your fiancé and—‘

‘Oooh—‘ Regina rolled her eyes, interrupting Betty. She let out a humorless scoff, ‘is this what this shit is about?! Getting me out of the house?!’

Betty gave her a look in bewilderment, glancing to the side with her hands remaining on her hips, ‘Uh yeah? Listen, let’s just treat it as a girl’s night?’ She walked up to her friend and draped her arm across her shoulders. ‘Look at these tall, delicious specimens huh?’ She waved her free hand slowly in the air. ‘Sure you could take one home!’

She was challenging her.

Regina glanced over at her friend and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ‘Oh Betty, I don’t know. This is a bar full of… crazy, nut jobs … pent up from rage, exhaustion, … lust.’

‘Mmmhmm?’ Betty egged on with an encouraging nod.

‘M-maybe we should—‘

‘That’s my girl!’ Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before clasping them together happily. ‘See I knew you couldn’t stand a chance! Come on!’ Betty snatched up her friend’s hand and led the way towards the stairs. ‘I promise if you feel unsafe or it just gets too wild in here— we’ll leave!’

‘Mmph, say you swear.’ Regina retorted, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Her pretty brown eyes glistened beneath the pretty bulbs that hung above them.

‘Cross my heart,’ Betty turned halfway and drew an ‘X’ over her chest, ‘Hope to die. Now. Can we go inside?’ She jerked her head towards the door.

Her stoic glare instantly shifted into something lighter, her grin spread across her face, ‘OK fine let’s go.’

The two women walked inside of the bar, hand in hand. The place was only lit by some old lamps that were screwed into the walls, and one old rusted chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, if it weren’t for that old thing, you’d have to squint to look at folks.

‘Wow! Look at this place!’ Betty beamed as she placed her hand over cleavage. ‘It’s amazing.’

Regina’s brows tugged into one, ‘Are we looking at the same place?’

‘Oh Regina, don't be so judgemental! Look at all this … man meat.’ Betty giggled and glanced over at the bar. ‘Let’s go get a drink in ya? Help you… mellow out a lil bit.’

Without an ounce of warning, Betty led the way towards the bar.

It wasn’t until their stroll when whistles began to fill the air. Mumbling and cat calling could be heard throughout the loud hymns of the music.

Both of the women were beautiful in their own right. Betty was blonde, with perfect porcelain skin. She had a slender figure but the waist of her dress seemed to emphasize the curves in her hips and the one on her rump.

Regina had skin that was brown as terracotta. Glowing like bronze when in the path of the sun. Her hair was dark as the shadows of night, patterned with tight curls and coils that cascaded down her back. She wore a black velvet bodycon dress that also enhanced her curves, dimples and hip dips.

When they made it to the bar, the barkeeper seemed to be startled for a second.

‘Ladies—‘ he stammered and quickly placed the rag and glass down upon the bar top. ‘Aren’t you two beauties a sight for sore eyes,’ he spoke in a heavy accent. And by the knot in his bottom lip, his tobacco was the reason for his twang. ‘What can I do you for?’

Betty gave him a charming grin, batting her thick dark lashes. She was bashful and convivial by nature. ‘Hi there. Can you pour me and my friend somethinggg… pungent? Thank you.’

Regina snapped her head over at her friend, glaring at her with eyes of astonishment. ‘Betty!’ She hissed, quickly snatching her wrist up in her palm.

‘Whaaat?’

‘Pungent? Really? I would like to know how we get home, please.’ She muttered.

‘Oh please stop being dramatic! What’s the point of coming out tonight if we can’t make the best of it? Relax.’

Finally tearing her eyes away, Regina looked to her right to scope out the room. Men of all colors and sizes were either looking in their direction, laughing and gambling or drinking til their hearts were content.

This really didn’t feel like a safe place at all.

When the barkeeper brought their drinks back, Betty pulled up her small clutch, ‘How much do I owe you sir?’

‘Nothing at all ma’am.’ He said, raising his hand. ‘The gentleman over there is willing to pay for your tab.’

Both of the women looked back at the mysterious male, whose bright blue eyes spoke before his lips did. He sported a thick mustache over his lips with his dark hair combed back to perfection. He stood to his feet, adjusting his brown slacks around his hips. His coat was decorated in pretty devices and ribbons. Some big hot shot.

He looked like he wanted to snap her in half. She was small enough to make that accomplishment.

‘Oooh. Regina?’

‘Yeah?’ Regina said as she stared at the handsome hunk of man that approached them.

‘I think you might have to busy yourself for the rest of the night.’ Betty quickly scooted off the wooden bar stool and knocked back her freshly poured whiskey. And in no time, the gentleman was towering over little Betty like a skyscraper.

Regina gasped, ‘Betty—‘

‘Miss?’ The barkeeper interrupted.

She snapped her head over at him at his call.

‘It appears you have secret admirers of your own.’

Her thick brows pulled into one as she sat up straight. ‘M-me?’ Plural? ‘Admirers? Who?’

The barkeeper glanced over to the corner of the room.

Her anxious eyes followed his gaze to the far right corner of the room. There sat two freakishly large men beneath a flickering yellow light.

One donned a large beard with a curled and dramatic mustache. His hair was curly and pushed back except one strand that dangled against his forehead.

The other had a clean shaven face with dirty blonde combed back hair. A set of round lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.

If their gaze had been daggers, she’d be dead.

‘Both. Of them?’ Regina hushed out.

‘You see em both lookin’ don’t cha?’

She swallowed her spit so hard she thought there was a lump there. She looked over at Betty who was getting more than acquainted with her new beau. Giggling and smiling like brand new love birds. Their whispers and flirts couldn’t be heard over the music.

‘Betty? There’s two! What do I do!?’ She was quite the neophyte when it came to things like this. Often men, one at a time, had courted her but two?! What would she do with two of them?!

Well, she would soon find out that she could do a lot more with two than she could do with just one.

Her friend looked over at her and gave her a wink.

Before she could coax an answer out of Betty, she felt the heavy warmth of their presence standing behind her.

Betty let out an excited giggle as her attractive stranger nibbled on her exposed neck.

Regina’s back stiffened with her legs crossed, unknowingly arching and causing her rump to stick out beneath her.

‘Excuse our intrusion Miss… but it would be great pleasure if you accepted our invitation to join us in our room this evening.’

The English accent was thick yet, blended with pure charm. His voice settled and nestled in the crevices in her brain.

She swallowed hard once again and lifted her shaky hand to scoop up the whiskey glass. Pressing it to her lips, she thought for a second.

If she took a sip of this drink, there was no going back! Ain’t no telling what these two strangers planned on doing to her once they were behind closed doors.

But perhaps, maybe this is what she needed. Her late fiancé had been gone for 1 year now and she couldn’t hang on to that forever. During her stage of grieving, she’d worked tirelessly to keep herself busy.

She deserved it!

Even if it meant getting torn to shreds by these two … delicious specimens.

Regina smirked at the barkeeper and knocked back the whiskey that burned her stomach profusely. She blinked hard before swallowing down the pain and courageously spun in her stool.

When her eyes had finally met theirs, she felt a pang in her chest. By the Heavens! Bless their mothers for carrying such prodigious of boys.

‘Oh!’ She placed her hand bosom. ‘My— you are big men.’

A smile curled up on their lips before they looked at one another knowingly.

‘Do you accept our offer, Miss?’ The blonde one spoke up. His accent was much different from the original one she’d heard.

She looked over at Betty who was now sporting her beau’s service cap and locking lips with him.

Well, Betty was having the time of her life. What kind of person would she be if she took their free drink and left?

What would your daddy say?

Fuck your daddy.

You deserve this, Regina. Go have fun.

Uncrossing her legs, she carefully slid off of the chair and adjusted her dress at the thighs. ‘I accept.’

They grinned in sync, showing off their darling smiles. It caused a knot to tie in her gut. By God they had to be angels sent from up above.

They turned as they both lended her their arms for her to grasp. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and her neck as she reached out to grab their biceps.

‘Oh my—‘ she giggled as she squeezed them both. ‘Such strong men I got! I’m a lucky girl.’ Regina purred as she looked up at the bearded one. ‘Shall we?’

‘We shall.’

***

They stared down at her with a desire only men in this time could only have.

Regina gripped the silk sheets in her sweaty fists as their studious glares began to roam her curvaceous body. Starting from her pink painted toes, her thick thighs, her hips and tummy, her breasts and finally… her pretty round, chunky face.

The woman felt like she was under a damn microscopic lense with how they were staring at her. Her thigh bounced vigorously. She couldn’t tell if they wanted to eat her or dissect her. Regardless, it scared the shit out of her.

‘Lassen?’ The fellow with the beard said softly.

‘Yes sir?’

Sir? Did these two work with one another?

‘You may start.’

‘Wait— wait…’ Regina called out first as the bearded one walked towards the floral embroidered chair and shrugged off his coat. ‘Could I know your names? I mean— I would like to know who I’m letting into my lady bits.’ She said humorously.

The one known as Lassen looked back at his comrade. And they gave one another a firm nod in approval.

‘My name is Anders Lassen and this is Gus March-Phillips. What is your name lovely?’

Anders and Gus. Should be able to remember that.

‘My name is Regina Carson…’

‘Mmm. Very pretty name, for a very pretty woman.’ Gus said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

An enamored grin curled up on her lips as her tongue gently grazed her pretty smile.

Her eyes then darted up to meet Anders as he pushed off his suspenders and pulled his tucked shirt from inside of his trousers. He then pulled the fitted shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of the bed.

Good lord, he had the body of a God. Muscles ripped and tight. Her mouth went to salivating almost immediately.

Grabbing her hand, he lifted her up to her feet and brought her body flush against his. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a kiss.

Regina’s eyes fluttered closed as she purred at the welcoming warmth of his lips. At first, it was just him testing the waters but she quickly fell into place; opening her mouth allowing him to invade as he pleased.

Anders snaked his hands behind her, finding the fine zipper and dragging it down.

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of another set of lips on the nape of her neck. Regina tore her lips away from Anders as he began to help her out the sleeves of her dress. Her head lulled back against Gus’ shoulder before he brought her mouth into a kiss next. And just like Anders, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him.

His beard and mustache tickled her lips and cheeks.

Before she knew it, the three of them were fully nude.

The both of them stroked at their members; aching to feel how warm she was from the inside out. But first…

Gus carefully forced Regina to her knees before them. Her eyes grew in slight shock at the size of their members. Both uncut, veiny and hard enough to slice through bricks.

‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.’ Gus said as his fingertips caressed her cheek softly before pushing her thick hair behind her ear.

‘No. I wanna.’ She shuddered out before sitting up on her knees, wrapping her hand around Anders cock and her lips around Gus.

Both of the men let out a pleasant groan in unison as she massaged one and sucked the other.

Careful not to show one too much attention though, she alternated and began to suck Anders off while stroking Gus. Anders’ knees buckled as she began to throat him just the same as she did with Gus.

‘Ugh, fuck.’

‘Just like that.’

The boys groaned at her teasing. She did everything she could to please them. Tightening up her lips, gagging against their cocks when they touched the back of her throat, squeezing and massaging their balls delicately. At her rate, they both would be making a mess of her in no time!

‘Stop.’ Gus grunted as he carefully pulled his hips away from her warm mouth. He shuddered before letting out a sigh. ‘Anymore of that and I’ll explode. Up.’

At his command, she placed her hand in his as she stood to her feet. ‘Anders… you first. I’d like to watch.’

‘As you wish.’ Anders said with a devious smirk.

Watch?! While she’s never done something this spontaneous and … sinful, she had no idea people were into watching other people fuck. But if it were to please her boys… she’d do whatever they asked.

She watched him walk over to the same chair and plop down; his hard dick swaying and slapping against his thigh.

‘Bend over, darling. Feel free to tap me if it’s too much. I will stop.’

Regina giggled as she bent over the bed. ‘Too much? Please.’

Spreading her thick thighs apart, Anders took a hold of his member and pressed it at her sticky entrance.

With a quick thrust, he stretched her against her will.

The poor woman let out a wail that was mixed with pleasure and undeniable pain.

Perhaps she spoke too soon.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she held her breath for a second, gripping the cool satin sheets.

Anders let out a blissful moan, holding himself deep inside of her as his large hands caressed up and down her curves and folds.

Gus had one leg draped over one arm over the couch as he stroked at his member, watching with excitement in his eyes and an intrigued smirk on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ Regina cried out before she felt him slam himself into her once more, his fingertips digging into her waist. ‘Dear God! Ah!’

A few thrusts and Regina was able to take this intruder comfortably now. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she thought she was seeing stars already.

Anders began to pound into her hard and fast before reaching down to grip her hair in his fist. ‘Yeah. Call out to him baby. He can’t save you now.’

She looked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Ooooh— my god! Yes! Anders please!’ She pleaded as his body collided into hers relentlessly.

‘Oooh. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Take me. Take me baby.’ Anders hissed through his teeth.

‘Aaaaah yes!’

‘Fuuuck, nicely done Anders. Show her what you’re made of.’ Gus grumbled as he reached his free hand beneath himself and squeezed his tender balls.

Hissing through her gritted teeth, she looked over to watch Gus get himself off. His chest and biceps tense as he stroked his girthy, thick cock. Such a beautiful sight.

Anders pulled Regina’s hair, making her stand up straight against him. He wrapped his large veiny hand around her throat, forcing her into a disgusting kiss. His thrusts became a little slower and forgiven as one hand cupped her breast and his other arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her belly for stability.

When he broke the kiss, he began to ram his hips into her once again as her breathing hitched and strained. ‘Hoooo— yes, yes, yes!’

Finally, Gus stood from his seat and approached them. He landed a slap on Ander’s ass and jerked his head to the side. ‘Don’t be stingy, Lassen. She’s ours.’

Ours.

Anders groaned in dismay but obeyed. Landing one more kiss on Regina’s mouth, he retracted his hips and took place on the bed; propped up on his knees.

Gus looked down at the woman with gentle eyes, ‘tap out of it becomes too much sweetie.’ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth gently.

Drunken with lust and pleasure, Regina dizzily plopped down on her back and spread her thighs for him.

‘Aren’t you a pretty sight? Might have to give you a son… or marry you? What do you think, Lassen?’

Anders laughed darkly as he scooted down so his still erected cock was pressed against her cheek. ‘Pretty indeed. Now open up doll… I wanna see you put those pretty lips to work while you’re getting fucked.’

His words caused her to writhe in excitement. Her core was aching to be filled once more. She lifted her head and parted her lips as she guided his cock back into the home of her mouth.

Gus sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he pushed her thighs back and pushed his tip inside of her and began to slowly roll his hips into her.

Closing her eyes, Regina hummed against Anders cock causing a vibration to rumble at the back of her throat. ‘Ohh—‘ his head fell back as his hand held onto the back of her head. ‘Fuck! You’re so tight.’ He swallowed as he reached down toying and pinching at her hardened nipples.

Gus began to pick up the pace, his finger tips digging in her plushy flesh tightly. Forcing her thighs back as he delved his hips into her once more. He then reached down and began to rub at her erected nub softly.

‘Fuck! You look so pretty with Anders dick in your mouth.’

Anders groaned as he thrusted his hips forward into Regina’s mouth; anglelessly hitting all the spots in her warm, wet mouth.

‘Mmmm—‘ Regina cooed as she pulled her lips away to curse, using her hand to jerk off Anders. ‘Fuck, Gus! Please!’ She begged, her thighs twitched at the creeping sensation.

Gus thrusted fast as he rubbed her clit in circles a little faster.

‘Gus! Oh, my god!’ Her thighs began to tremble as she felt her womb tighten up. Her body stiffened and her chest tightened. Gus stilled his hips and focused on her. ‘I’m gonna—‘ Her back arched and her toes curled as the heat in her body popped off like fireworks on new years.

She released a scream that could be heard throughout the hotel. And with that scream, came a sudden burst from her loins. She exploded like a damaged fire hydrant.

Gus looked up at Anders in surprise and Anders returned the glare.

‘Whoa—‘ both of the men laughed in darkly.

‘Have you ever done that?’ Anders asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Quite a few times.. you?’

‘Once.’

‘Well, we shall see if we can get a few more out of her, yes?’

‘I’m with you sir.’

While both of the men experienced this kind of mess, she never experienced a pleasure so great. Her head throbbed as she tried to process what the fuck just happened. Her cheeks remained hot to the touch, her trembling lips sore from all of their sweet, heavy kisses.

‘Brace yourself sweetheart. We aren’t done with you yet.’

Anders and Gus laughed beguilingly as their large hands caressed over her sticky, brown flesh.

A glint of thrill shown in her sex-crazed eyes. She was hyped. ‘O-OK!’

With the stamina of these two men, Regina was sure she lost enough weight to fit into her graduation gown from high school.

She was fucked into exhaustion and dehydration, so she was relieved when they both announced their arrivals.

‘On the floor baby. Yeah— fuck look at you.’ Ander groaned as the both of them helped her to her knees.

‘Open wide baby.’ Gus added as they both began to stroke their members until they reached their climax.

Regina’s eyes gleamed, her hands massaging their muscular thighs that tensed and squeezed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth, tongue out to capture those sacred drops.

‘UGH! Ba—‘

‘Fuuuuuck… yes!’

The two men groaned aloud as they emptied themselves upon her pretty face and mouth. Wrapping her hands around the both of them, she squeezed and coaxed the rest of their nut out of them.

Gus’ knees buckled as his eyes rolled back halfway. Then, she gave them both a kiss on the tip of their now flaccid dicks.

Anders let out an exhausted sigh. ‘Oh. What do we do with you now.’

‘Well…’ Gus added, ‘I have quite a few ideas.’ He trailed off.

Wiping her face and flicking off the sticky semen, she looked up at them in horror.

Now what?

2 years later…

Regina clamped her eyes shut tight as she rested her lower hand on her lower back. ‘Ooh… my days.’ She rubbed at the roundness of her belly with her free hand, as the other carried out a metal tray of fresh lemonade and a couple glasses of ice.

She walked out to the backyard to see Anders flipping burgers at the grill with his “Kiss the Cook” apron on while Gus tossed a football to Betty’s husband, August. Betty was bouncing her sweet baby boy in her arms, showering him with kisses and love.

This was the life.

A smile curled on her lips when Anders sweet, gentle eyes landed on her. ‘Let me grab this for you.’ He rushed over and carefully took hold of the tray and placed it on the picnic table. ‘How’s my girls huh?’

‘The same as yesterday, Lassen.’ She sighed heavily and rubbed her pregnant belly, ‘Tired. Aching.’

‘Aw. I know sweetheart. Just a few more weeks.’ He said before placing a kiss on her head. ‘Sit.’

Gus sat the football down in the lush green grass and jogged towards the deck. ‘There’s my girl. Hey, mama.’ He mused as he placed a kiss on her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

Regina pressed her lips together and glanced over at her other husband.

Anders stared at Gus for a little bit and chuckled, ‘To save you from her wringing your neck … she’s feeling the same as she did yesterday.’

Gus sighed softly, ‘Oh my sweet. Forgive me for asking. Is there anything you need?’

She shook her head as her head fell back against the lawn chair. ‘No my darlings… I’m fine.’

Regina closed her eyes for a long second before feeling a sudden wetness in her bottom.

Her eyes flashed open.

‘Boys.. I don’t think I’m peeing myself again…’

Tags: @peternoonewantsthat @wa-ni @ellethespaceunicorn @milknhonies @the-kanamori @viking-raider

[rainydayfix]

Three’s A Crowd pairing: Female Reader x Anders Lassen x Gus March Phillips summary: Sometimes a Danish officer needs a big push to claim what is his.

warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI!!!), Threesome (Missionary, Slight choking, Oral, Fingering, Riding, Rough Kissing, double teaming, An*l, Voyeurism)

word count: 3.1k

Notes: Please do not copy, steal, etc. My ask box is currently open if you want to send fic ideas / imagines / etc.

You didn’t mind the company of Gus getting into a dicking contest with Anders. He was mostly reserved, but there was a spark when he was around, that made another side emerge - one that was more showy, more extroverted, more like he wanted to ensure your eyes were only on him.

Except Gus seemed pointed to get your attention as well. Although you were all for Anders, Gus wasn’t a hard sell either; Anders mostly let loose in combat. He was a force to be reckoned with that no one saw coming. On the other hand, Gus’s bravado was a fuse that never relented. You could see it in his smirk, the tip of his brow, the way he walked, he was always up to something. It made you desire what the both of them together would be like. A string of laughter and seemingly harmless round of darts charged the tension before quieting down again.

Anders muscle flexed through his shirt with a special intensity. You made a habit of drinking other men under the table, but the heat between you already a few cups in with Anders, and now Gus, you suggested getting fresh air. Judging by the unrelenting grasp Anders had on his drink, the strain was about to hit a breaking point. Grabbing your jackets, Anders places yours around your shoulders making a show to shake Gus’s hand in the way out.

You thought you could hear Gus’s tort reply by the time you reached the front door.

You wanted to blame the cobblestone roads as you wobbled walking alongside Anders. This might be the first time you’ve really let go of your composure, trying to bring his arm around your waist to let your head rest on his shoulder. You inhale and exhale deeply trying to take in the chill air as the warmth of the pub faded away.

“Maybe we should take a breather, hmmm?” He said, tugging you closer to him and pulling you into a corner of an alleyway. Your back nudged against a brick wall behind you, bringing him to step in closer. You made it look like you’re gonna caress him in all the right places, and instead reached for the halfway empty bottle of gin.

“After all this time, you still don’t think I can hold my own?” you ask before taking a swig of the bottle.

“I think you can…mostly, I need you to hold your own,” he said, practically pressing you into the hard edges of the building behind you. “You might be barely able to walk down these cobblestones tomorrow morning after I have my rightful way with you.” It’s been six months since the last time you saw each other, much longer than what you two had anticipated, but the war in left you both in dire straits and improvising your way through. Times like these were rare and impossible, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it to get you through the other side when it all ended.

You hurriedly pressed your lips against his, reaching your hands to his neck and pulling you in. The bottle shattered against the road as Anders gripped your thighs and hoisted you upwards, giving you enough leverage to wrap your legs around his waist. Your mouth searched his frantically, hands and lips everywhere as he squeezes you tighter, close enough to feel a slight of his hardness through his trousers. Laughter of drunken soldiers filing out of the bar down the block spills out over the street.

“Why don’t we do this with less company around?”

“Is that the only time you can have your rightful way with me, Officer?”

There are many looks Anders has given you when he wants you all to himself. Maybe it was because of the dimly lit alleyway, you trying to sober up for the potential that lay ahead, but this look on his face mystifies you – a mix of defiance, of daring, and validation.

Your hand grips his while he leads the way, jogging through the streets to the shabbiest flat nestled in a string of shabbier rooms for rent. “All expenses paid by king and country.”

His room was decorated with two chairs, a bed in middle of the space, a dresser closet. Next to the dresser was a second door. You’ve seen and slept in worse.

“Gus has the next one over.”

You shrug out of your jacket and tug your sweater from your skirt before grabbing his spare bottle of whiskey from the shelf. You noted a worn envelope that appeared to have your handwriting on the front. So he does keep your letters, you think, as you kneel down to remove your heels.

His eyes on you as he matched your pace, taking off his leather jacket and unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt, moving towards you. Anders frees your distracted mind for a second, placing his hand on your waist and turning you to face him. You swig back liquor, and when his mouth meets yours, you pour what you could into his. Some of it dribbles down both your chins causing you to laugh, and let your tongues dance together.

The one thing about fucking a Danish officer, no matter how rebellious he was with his crew, is that he could still agonizingly take time to make his move. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Was his skin tingling the way yours was? Was he as hard as you were wet? It was up to you to to find out and you really don’t mind. A release was gonna happen one way or another.

Even in your partially inebriated state, you manage to push him back a step, desiring to ignite a fire in him. You crawl up on the bed, catching his risen eyebrows and his jaws clenched, not taking his eyes off you trying to place the bottle and his glasses back on the dresser stand. You remove your blouse to reveal a bra with a waist slip and tug the worm skirt and stockings off as far as you can. He steps towards you, almost in a trance finishing to remove the left of what was left of the stockings, his hands grazing your back when you reached for his buckle.

In one swift motion, the belt hit the floor with his pants, and your hand sneaks into his boxers - “There you are,” you said gleaming, running your hand up and down his length before slowly lowering yourself on the bed and he follows. He leaves a trail of kisses down your breasts and stomach ready while his hand gingerly caresses your swollen nub and brings the wetness up to his lips.

You’re sure that he whispers “sød”, and your small recollection of times Anders has tried teaching you Danish, reminds you that he means sweet. You’re wet and ready for him, whatever he has to give with his hands rubbing over and under your slit. His concentration and confidence only strengthened your want of him more as his cupped hand burrowed inside swiftly moving in and out of you, your wetness, your moans filling the room. Once you’re barely over the edge, refusing to let you have your fill, he crawls up along the bed next to you, fully splaying out with his hard on, and raises his arms above his head, waiting. If he was anyone else, you’d shake or slap him from the gall he has not to let you come, but Anders gives a look of such want and respect, that you crawl over his, letting your fingers trace down from his broad shoulders to his chest and the little nape of dirty blonde hair to his cock. There you reached down, still reeling from his hard he is, how sensitive he must feel to come too and placed him at your entrance. Once he’s fully sheathed, you start rocking back and forth. His hand entwined with yours on his chest, then soothed over your arms and towards your hips. He settled there, gripping so hard you swear he’s gonna make a mark on you. It’s not long before you’re finding a rhythm together, and your body is catching up to where you were minutes before. Grunts of his native language filling the room with your desperate moans and sighs. You lean over him as his hands forcefully rock you harder, it’s hard to ignore how deep he is as you grind on him.

“I’m so close,” you huffed, your face close to his as he slams his hips upwards towards yours. Your eyes clasp shut as his lips latch onto every part of your bare skin, and his hands pin down your hips shuddering around him. You’re starting to catch your breath as every inch of your skin tingles with euphoria, when the side door swings open causing you both to jump. There he stands in the door frame wearing a tattered long sleeved shirt, rustic pants, untied boots, and a steely determined gaze.

Gus raises a glass of scotch to his lips, “Thought it’d be a good idea to put faces to the noises of my neighbors…” Closing the door behind him and placing the bottle on the dresser. “If you can’t beat them….”

The energy returns to what it was in the pub, except you know Gus is making you a contest instead of darts, or drinks, or machismo on the battlefield. You’re not sure if it’s shock or intrigue that purses Anders lips closed, but you’re almost shocked by his lack of rejection. You are his, but maybe you need him to prove to you just how much.

Just when he seems to make a move, pull you closer to him, you climb out of the bed, walking towards Gus and taking a sip of scotch from the bottle instead of the glass. After running a hand on your wet lips, waiting for Anders to say something, anything, you finally make the move for him.

“Join me.”

Your eyes are settled on Anders and you swear you can see him flex his muscles as he gets out of the bed. For half a second you thought he’d throw a punch, instead he drinks from the same Scotch bottle as Gus grabs you by the waist and land his lips on you, his tongue working his way to meet yours. Surprisingly, things heat up quickly between you, and before you know it you’re both rushing to remove all his clothes. You slip your fingers to your mouth and down to your slit as he raises you against the wall and enters.

The quick entry makes you gasp, he’s just as big as Anders but feels different. The first few strokes are long and slow before Gus grumbles ‘fuck it’, and delivers the pace he wants, hard and firm. He presses you tightly against the wall, no other place to look except in Anders unreadable expression. You’re completely pinned, your legs sprung in the air, with nothing to do but hold onto Gus and looking towards Anders as Gus takes you. It’s not long before you’re coming, not that he cares if you did, but at least you did. He seems satisfied enough, carrying you over to the bed where he withdraws, teasing how he wants to use you next.

Before he set you up on all fours, Anders saunters over- “my turn.” There’s a twisted sense of pride in his voice. “Her mouth is just as good.”

Your jaw drops out of surprise and you barely have time to add snark back when both of them steadily flip you over.

Anders pads you well across the mattress as Gus kneels in a similar position in front of your face, leaving you to take his hardness in your mouth, taking him as far as you could go and using your hand to stroke what was left. Your attentive rhythm of long and slow and quick and short strokes barely wavers when Gus held your hair from your face and his hips slightly bucked into your mouth. Anders hands are on your hips, pushing you back with such new intensity you never felt with him before. Taking them both makes you feel full, more than you could ever imagined but feels even better. You can’t help but moan against Gus, vibrations running up his body that results in a slap against your hips - surely leaving enough of a raw hand print to make Anders jealous.

You hear Gus say “such a good girl, she really can take it all,” with a few deep moans. He deviates between heavy grunting like a wild animal and soft gentle groaning before Gus lets you up for air. Uou start to come on Anders cock, grunting as he feels himself milking you for all your worth before grabbing you by the forearms and twisting you upwards - your breasts and front fully exposed to Gus. He smirks at you, moving closer as Anders halts his movements, his hardness still inside you. His restraint comes through with heavy breathing on your neck, as if to say ‘he can’t have his way with you without me.’

You’re sandwiched between the two of them, waiting when Gus wraps one hand around your neck and pulls you in for a heated kiss. The force of it contracts Anders arms to try to hold you closer and tighter as Gus’s lips tightly engulfs your mouth roughly, barely giving a chance to duel with your mouth, one of his hands reaching at your neck, the other playing with your breasts.

Anders released your arms just slightly, enough to reposition himself straighter and taller behind you, your breast releasing from Gus mouth before he finds you again.

“Please,” you whimper. But you’re not sure who you’re whimpering too. You just need more of a release and want one of them to break the coil inside you first.

Anders hips buck slightly before stopping again in refusal, when Gus reaches between your legs with one hand. First he pad your folds, taking an uncharacteristic amount of time teasing you. When his other hand reached you to twist your nipple, you guided it to your neck for him to hold. Something you’ve only ever given Anders permission to do.

He thought he was getting you to face the gauntlet you threw down, of having Gus take you. Instead you used that against him, forcing him to watch another try to lay claim. The thought causes Anders to grunt and inadvertently tug on your arms behind your back. Gus, finally realizing he was just a pawn for your greater schemes, squeezes harder as his other hand finds the magic combination of strokes against your slit. He railes his hand between your folds, forcing you to look into his eyes, demanding you come for him. The relentless thumping of his hand practically fisting you and the wetness between your legs mixed in with your whimpering, and Anders grunting ‘do it, go ahead’ as he swiftly moves you against him, you found the release you so desperately needing. Gus eased his hand enough for you catch your breath as you saw stars and a white streak around you. When your focus comes into view, Anders releases your arms and pushing your back into the mattress. Gus isn’t stepping down without a fight. As Anders splays you out, you feel his head between your legs, soothing what Gus left over sensitive. You want to weave your hand through his hair but something is holding you back. Gus pinned both your arms down, while his tongue rolls over your nipples, your view of hi, hovering partially obstructing Anders. When you make a sob-like noise, unrecognizable sign of pleasure and over stimulation even to yourself, you barely feel Anders tongue leave your precious nub causing your legs from his shoulders and he places his hands on your thighs. A gentle tug towards the middle of the bed is enough to send a final warning to Gus.

“Mine.” In clear English.

It’s too much to bear - your eyes drift over the room with your hands reaching out to brush his abs or arms, to give you something to hold onto. Anders brings you closer still, caressing your folds with his finger then to his tongue. “Sod.” Sweet as if we’re going back to the start of our evening together. He replaced his finger where it is with his desire, and you’re reminded so easily how you both are the right fit for each other. He starts a steady motion, before locking you underneath him, your legs on his shoulders. You gasp at the sensation of how deep he is, causing your head falls back and your eyes catches Gus. He’s sitting naked in the wooden chair across from you - a glass of scotch in one hand, stroking himself with the other. Underneath the heavy mustache, you think see a smirk. Anders’ thrusting grow harsher, gliding back and forth and you feel the slightest pressure against your slit. He burrowed his finger there causing you to lift your head back, your focus on him. His eyes are boring into you like we’ve had our fun tonight but ultimately you are his and his alone. The build up in between your legs unfurl when he moves over you like a lion protecting its claim, all of his body weight presses your smaller frame into the mattress. The sweat of the evening’s efforts glide over his back and onto you; couldn’t help but lick the salty residue off his shoulders followed by wet kisses to match. You felt the last orgasm you have to give tonight reaching its high, and Anders knowingly swept your arms up and over your head and held them there. From behind the bed, you could swear you heard Gus - “that’s it, take it, take it…” and Anders grunting like you’ve never heard him before, but he says “You’re mine. All mine,” almost as clear as day. He leans back giving you a fuller view of his muscles and the sweat glistening in his chest. Your legs are clasped underneath you, tight enough around his chiseled ass but loose enough for him to ruthlessly glide in and out of you.

All you could hear was your combined heavy breathing, your rampant heartbeat, and the sound of a belt being picked up off the floor. You barely managed to see above you, just enough for the door to close and the chair next to the bed to be empty. The only words to form from your mouth, “Only want you….” uttered out from your lips as the last peak sent you into shockwaves of bliss.

You managed to finalize as Anders burrows over and over, holding your head in his hands, and burying himself into you. You feel one release after another, all the pent up aggression and passion finding a home inside. When he finally relents and releases, Anders finishes with a final “For altid.” Forever.

[adamsjeansjacke]

Kippenstummel

Word count: 2148

Ships: genderneutral!!Reader x Spartort Team (platonisch)

Triggerwarnigs: Rauchen, Alkoholkonsum, Polizeiarbeit, Leichen, häusliche Gewalt, Y/N wird hier nicht benutzt, gender neutral reader, reader ist kein guter Cop, enemies to lovers mit Esther (ihr lernt euch noch lieben Trust🙏) Adam, Allmansprichwörter, Saarland

Niemand hat das hier Korrektur gelesen (ich bin ein einsamer Wolf)

Kleine Info am Rande: Das ist die erste Fanfic, die ich jemals geschrieben habe also seid bitte nachsichtig mit mir. Der Spaß hier beginnt in der (wer hätte es gedacht) ersten Folge „Das fleißige Lieschen“. Ich bin natürlich keine Polizistin und kenne mich dementsprechend nur laienhaft mit Polizeiarbeit aus. Wenn also irgendetwas hier nicht 100 % akkurat ist, bitte ich euch (auf Knien), mir zu verzeihen. Ich versuche, mich so nah wie möglich an den tatsächlichen Plot zu halten, aber natürlich nehme ich mir auch ein bisschen künstlerische Freiheit (💀). Trotz der Tatsache, dass ich im Deutsch LK sitze, ist meine Grammatik auch nicht immer perfekt, aber ich versuche mein Bestes. Der Leser ist genderneutral und das bleibt hier auch überwiegend platonisch. Ich hoffe, ihr bekommt keinen Cringeanfall beim Lesen.

Zusammenfassung: Stress, Stress und noch mehr Stress. Die letzten Wochen waren alles andere als einfach für dich und zusätzlich herrscht zwischen dir, Pia, Esther und Leo eine unangenehme Spannung. Was hilft da am besten? Ein neuer Teamkollege, natürlich.

Frustriert schaltest du die ranzige Kaffeemaschine in der Gemeinschaftsküche der Saarbrücker Polizeiwache an. „Komm schon, du weißt doch, wie Esther tickt“, ertönt es von hinter dir und du seufzt nur genervt. Jemand sollte diese verdammte Kaffeemaschine wirklich mal entkalken. Zögernd drehst du dich doch um und erblickst Pia, die am Türrahmen lehnt und dich mit ihren großen, blauen Augen ansieht. „Trotzdem war das eben unterste Schublade. Ich meine, Esther weiß doch, dass Leo sich schon schlecht genug fühlt. Da muss man jetzt nicht auch noch Salz in die Wunde streuen. Und dann auch noch vor dem neuen Kollegen“, motzt du, stoppst dich aber dann und fährst dir frustriert mit der freien Hand durch die Haare. „Ja, ich weiß. Hätte nicht sein müssen“, seufzt Pia leise und stellt sich neben dich an die Küchentheke.

Dass sich euer Kollege hatte versetzen lassen, was mit Leo passiert war und euer vorheriger Fall hatten dir über die letzten Wochen ziemlich zugesetzt. Dein Stresspegel war überdurchschnittlich hoch, und schon der kleinste Reiz brachte dich zum Überkochen. Vielleicht solltest du den Saarthermen-Gutschein, den dir deine Eltern zum Geburtstag geschenkt hatten, demnächst wirklich mal einlösen.

Du merkst schnell, dass Pia sich hin- und hergerissen fühlt. Du oder Esther? Oder Leo? Oder doch der Neue? Wie hieß der gleich noch mal?

„Bedeutet für uns wohl Schreibtischdienst heute“, murmelst du und versuchst, von deiner kleinen verbalen Auseinandersetzung mit Esther abzulenken, während ihr auf den wässrigen Kaffee wartet, der einem nun mal als Saarbrücker Kriminalhauptkommissar blüht. „Jap“, nickt Pia und sieht zu dir rüber. Ein leichtes, doch etwas gezwungenes Lächeln ziert ihre Lippen. Eine fast schon erdrückende Stille legt sich über die Küche – wenn man diesen Raum überhaupt als solche bezeichnen konnte. „Och Pia, ich weiß doch auch nicht“, quillt es aus dir heraus, und fast schon hektisch greifst du nach einem Becher und dann noch einem. „Ich kann ja auch Esther irgendwo verstehen, aber sie hat so ’nen Stock im Arsch, dass ich mich schon fast frage, wie der nicht oben wieder rauskommt“, maulst du und erntest dafür ein etwas empörtes Schnalzen von Pia.

„Der Befund aus der Patho ist fertig. Frau Wenzel will uns sprechen. Jetzt.“ Kommt es plötzlich von Richtung Tür, und dir läuft ein kalter Schauer über den Rücken.

Esther.

Hatte sie das alles gehört? Wie lange stand sie schon da? Hast du ja mal wieder toll gemacht, dachtest du dir und blickst langsam hoch zu Esther, die euch noch für einen kurzen Moment ansah und sich dann umdrehte, um wohl runter zum Parkplatz zu laufen. „Gehst du?“, hauchst du besiegt und siehst langsam wieder hoch zu Pia, die nur nickt und dir ihre Hand sanft auf die Schulter legt, bevor sie Esther folgt. Du fragst dich ehrlich, wie Pia so geduldig mit dir sein konnte. Klar, ihr kanntet euch schon aus Polizeischultagen, schon seit dem Ding mit ihrer Schwester, aber wie sie es mit dir aushielt, war dir immer noch ein Rätsel.

Gedankenverloren und schon fast automatisch schenkst du dir Kaffee ein und greifst gleich nach der ganzen Kanne, um sie mit ins Büro zu nehmen. Die Tasse, die du für Pia bereitgestellt hattest, war schon längst wieder vergessen. Während du dich zurück an deinen Schreibtisch schleppst, widmest du dich erneut dem Chaos in deinem Kopf, um das um dich herum zu verdrängen.

Jetzt hieß es erst mal, sich zu konzentrieren und die Datenbank weiter nach ähnlichen Verbrechen wie dem Mord an Herrn Hofer Junior zu durchsuchen. Irgendwas in dir drin — dein Instinkt, dein Bauchgefühl oder was auch immer sonst als Bezeichnung hierfür passend wäre — sagte dir, dass das hier keine Serientat war. Also nahmst du einen Schluck Kaffee aus deiner Tasse und widmetest dich erneut der Recherche. Du hattest dich gerade in den Gott weiß wievielten auch nur ansatzweise potenziell ähnlichen Fall eingelesen, als das Telefon auf deinem Schreibtisch klingelte. „Ihr braucht gar nicht mehr kommen. Herr Hölzer war schon da. Hab ihm die Befunde mitgegeben. Mein Gott, ist euer Toter zugerichtet worden. Wie ’n Boxsack sieht der aus“, schießt es aus dem Hörer, noch bevor du überhaupt einen Mucks von dir geben konntest. „Dir auch ’nen guten Tag, Henny“, schmunzelst du und verdrehst die Augen. Trotz all der Jahre, die du die etwas gewöhnungsbedürftigen, aber durchaus gutherzigen Gerichtsmedizinerin schon kanntest, würdest du dich wohl nie daran gewöhnen, dass sie reden konnte wie ein Wasserfall. „Ja, guten Tag“, fügt Henny schnell hinzu. „Sag mal, du hörst dich ja an wie zehn Tage Regenwetter. Und warum bist du nicht auf dem Weg in die Patho? Dachte, Frau Heinrich wäre diejenige, die die Wache nie verlässt“, schnaubt Henny etwas perplex, und du hörst durchs Telefon, wie sie über den glatten Fliesenboden der Pathologie schlappt. „Wenn ich da jetzt mit Esther hingefahren wäre, hättest du mich als Nächstes obduzieren können“, seufzt du in den Hörer und verfluchst dich ein bisschen dafür, das laut ausgesprochen zu haben. „Was hast du denn jetzt schon wieder angestellt?“, fragt Henny belustigt, aber durchaus auch besorgt. „Hast du unseren neuen Kollegen schon kennengelernt?“, erwiderst du und reibst dir mit deiner freien Hand die Schläfe. „Ja, Schork heißt der, oder? Nein, Schürk. Hübscher Kerl und groß auch noch. Wär der nicht was für dich?“, fragt Henny neckend, und du schüttelst nur leicht grinsend den Kopf. „Ne, ne, den kannst du ruhig haben“, erwiderst du trocken und nippst an deinem Kaffee. „Jedenfalls heute Morgen. Da hat Leo ihn mir, Pia und Esther vorgestellt. Wir haben dann eingeteilt, wer was macht. Wie immer halt. Pia und ich ähnliche Fälle, Esther Verbindungen zum organisierten Verbrechen und die anderen zwei sollten zur Familie des Opfers“, fängst du an und tippst abwesend mit den Fingern auf dem hölzernen Schreibtisch herum. „Hört sich ja jetzt nicht so spektakulär an“, murmelt Henny und scheint währenddessen in irgendwelchen Akten herumzukramen. „Na ja, Esther hat die ganze Zeit wieder auf Leo rumgehackt — wegen du weißt schon. Das ging schon den ganzen Morgen so. Und da hat’s mir halt einfach mal gereicht. Ich hab sie dann halt angemault. Weiß gar nicht mehr genau, was ich gesagt hab. Dass sie sich ihre unnötigen Bemerkungen sonst wohin stecken kann und sie sich um ihren eigenen Scheiß kümmern soll. So irgendwie, glaube ich“, murmelst du und reibst dir weiter die Schläfe. „Ach, Kind …“, seufzt die Gerichtsmedizinerin nur und schweigt, weil sie genau weiß, dass du alles, was sie jetzt sagen könnte, sowieso nicht hören willst.

Hast du mal mit jemandem darüber geredet? Versuch’s doch mal mit Yoga, soll bei Stress wirklich helfen. Wie wär’s mit einer Auszeit? Geh doch mal deine Eltern besuchen. Mensch, jetzt vergiss ihn doch mal endlich!

Das alles hattet ihr schon durchgekaut, und ein weiteres Mal würde jetzt auch nichts ändern. „Willst du heute Abend vorbeikommen? Ich könnte was kochen und—“, bietet Henny an, aber du unterbrichst sie schnell. „Ne, ich bin hier noch ziemlich beschäftigt. Könnte heute etwas länger dauern. Ein andermal aber gerne“, vertröstest du sie und schluckst den bitteren Knoten herunter, der sich in deinem Hals geformt hatte. „Ein andermal“, wiederholt Henny nur leise und nickt. „Gut, dann sag ich mal Pia und Esther Bescheid“, murmelst du und hörst noch, wie Henny sich verabschiedet, bevor du auflegst.

Einen Anruf später fokussierst du dich wieder auf den Fall, kannst diesen aber schnell ausschließen und machst dich erneut auf die Suche nach ähnlichen Delikten. Die Zeit zog sich wie Gummi — zäh und langwierig. Das hier hat doch so keinen Sinn, denkst du dir und lehnst dich in deinem Schreibtischstuhl zurück. „Und, schon was gefunden?“, erkundigt sich Pia, als sie, dicht gefolgt von Esther den Büroraum betritt. „Nicht wirklich. Muss eine Einzeltat sein“, antwortest du, ohne von deinem Computer aufzusehen. Wortlos setzt sich Esther an ihren Schreibtisch, während Pia dir gegenüber Platz nimmt. Keine fünf Minuten vergehen, bis ein Kollege hereinkommt und irgendetwas von einer Lieferung für euch von der Firma Hofer und Sohn faselt. So genau hörst du gar nicht zu, du starrst nur gedankenverloren auf deinen PC-Bildschirm. „Gehst du?“, hörst du Pia sagen, aber es dauert einen Moment, bis du realisierst, dass sie mit dir redet. „Hallo?“, wiederholt sie und streckt ihren Kopf an deinem Computer vorbei. „Hi?“, antwortest du und ignorierst Esthers leises, genervtes Stöhnen. „Ja, ich gehe …“, murmelst du und stehst von deinem unbequemen Schreibtischstuhl auf. „Was genau machen?“, fügst du hinzu, während du in Richtung Tür tappst. Du hattest Pia vorhin mit Esther in die Pathologie geschickt, also war es nur fair, dass du jetzt mal die Beine in die Hand nimmst. „Leo und dem Neuen sagen, dass die Betriebsakten von der Firma Hofer geliefert wurden“, antwortet Pia und sieht zu dir hoch. Du nickst nur und machst dich auf zu den anderen Büroräumen, in einem von denen sich Leo und der Neue … nein, Herr Schürk … nein, das fühlte sich auch komisch an. Ihr dutzt euch alle. Habt euch nie gesiezt. Jedenfalls mussten sie dort irgendwo sein. Du seufzt, bevor du die Tür zum Büroraum öffnest, durch deren Scheibe du deine beiden Kollegen erkennen konntest.

„Kannst du klopfen?“, entgegnet dir Leo in einem ungewöhnlich rauen Ton, als du den Raum betrittst. Perplex musterst du Leo für eine Sekunde und blendest Herrn Schürk … Adam … deinen neuen Kollegen komplett aus „Kannst du auch mal dankbar sein?“, konterst du genauso rau. Und den hattest du heute Morgen noch verteidigt. Aus dem Augenwinkel bemerkst du beiläufig wie sich die Gesichtszüge deines neuen Kollege verdunkeln. Na toll, jetzt war der auch noch wütend auf dich. „Tut mir echt leid, dass ich eure Zweisamkeit störe, aber da ist ’ne Lieferung für euch unten. Akten von der Firma Hofer“, sagst du knapp und schließt die Tür ein wenig fester als gewollt, bevor du zurück in euerem eigentlichen Büro stapfst.

Konnte der Tag eigentlich noch beschissener werden? Dienstschluss war immerhin schon in Sicht, und bald konntest du endlich nach Hause und einfach im dein warmes, weiches Bett. Noch saßt du an deinem Schreibtisch und durchstöbertest die Polizeidatenbanken. Doch auf ansatzweise identische Taten, trotz Ausweitung der Suche in die Grenzregionen entdeckst du nicht. Esther war schon gegangen und draußen begann es allmählich zu dämmern. „Ich mach mich dann mal auf den Weg“, seufzt du, während du deinen Computer herunterfährst. „Ich bleib auch nicht mehr lange“, nuschelt Pia mit halb vollem Mund und fischt die letzten Krümel aus der Chipstüte, bevor sie sie im Mülleimer unter ihrem Schreibtisch entsorgt. „Ich lese mir nur noch diesen Fall durch, dann mache ich auch Feierabend“, versichert sie dir und beobachtet dich, während du dir deine Weste überstreifst. „Mach nicht mehr so lange und schreib, wenn du zu Hause bist“, hauchst du, während du hinter Pia trittst und ihr sanft eine Hand auf die Schulter legst. „Nacht“, murmelt deine Kollegin und dieses Mal huscht ein ehrlicheres Lächeln als heute Morgen über ihre Lippen. „Nacht, Pia“, erwiderst du und verlässt dann das Büro.

Hey, wie ist es in Berlin so? Heute ist dein Ersatz angekommen. Komischer Typ, wenn du mich fragst. Klebt an Leo wie eine Klette. Pia hat heute Morgen Hörnchen mitgebracht. Hat mich an dich erinnert. Meld dich mal, wenn du Zeit hast.

Gedankenverloren tippst du die Nachricht in dein Handy, während du über den Parkplatz der Saarbrücker Polizeiwache schlenderst. Aber abschicken? Nein, das tust du nicht. Nicht mal im Traum hättest du daran gedacht. Er würde sie eh nicht lesen, würde sie ignorieren wie all deine Nachrichten davor. Als wäre er nie dein bester Freund gewesen. Als hättet ihr nicht so viel zusammen durchgestanden. Als wärt ihr nichts. Als wärst du nichts. Also löschst du die Nachricht wieder und mit jedem Buchstaben, der verschwindet, wird der Knoten in deiner Brust nur größer. Du holst tief Luft und steckst dein Handy weg, während du auf dem Trottoir entlangtappst. Jetzt galt es nur noch, zurück in dein Apartment zu kommen und an der nächsten Saarbahnhaltestelle nicht abgestochen zu werden.

Dass ein Auto neben dir in Schrittgeschwindigkeit herfährt, beunruhigt dich erst, als es schließlich anhält und die Scheibe auf der Fahrerseite heruntergelassen wird. „Steig ein. Ich fahr dich nach Hause“, ertönt Leos Stimme aus dem neuen Peugeot, den er als Dienstwagen fuhr. „Nee, komm, du bist doch heute mit Caro zum Abendessen verabredet. Mich nach Hause zu fahren wäre ein riesiger Umweg“, lehnst du ab, aber Leo sieht dich nur mit seinen großen, grünen Augen an. „Wenn du mitessen möchtest, ist das kein Problem“, bietet er sofort an und nickt in Richtung Beifahrertür. Für ein paar Sekunden starrst du Leo einfach nur ungläubig an, bevor du kopfschüttelnd das Auto umrundest und dich schließlich auf den Beifahrersitz fallen lässt. „Danke, aber ich bin schon bei Frau Wenzel zum Essen eingeladen“, lügst du, um aus der Nummer hier wieder rauszukommen, und schnallst dich an. „Soll ich dich dann zu dir fahren oder gleich zu—“ beginnt Leo, aber du unterbrichst ihn schnell. „Nein, einfach zu mir reicht. Ich will mich noch mal umziehen und so“, erklärst du und hoffst, dass Leo dir das einfach unkommentiert abkauft.

Info am Rande Part 2: Ähm, ja, was sagt man jetzt hier? Ich hoffe, ihr mögt abrupte Enden, weil ich persönlich die ziemlich gerne mag (wen juckt’s). Deswegen wird das hier wohl öfter passieren. Ich hoffe, es gefällt euch (um Gottes Willen) und ich lande nicht wie jeder andere Fanfiction-Autor im Krankenhaus, erkranke an einer mysteriösen Krankheit oder habe einen Autounfall, sodass ich nie wieder weiterschreiben kann. Wäre cool wenn ihr mir etwas Feedback in den Kommentaren geben würdet (aber bitte seid nicht zu böse sonst verschwinde ich genau so wie Pias Schwester).

[hornedstorys]

Darth Maul x Reader - fremde Berührung

Warnungen: leichte Angst, Maul ist Berührungen nicht gewöhnt, Erwähnung von Verletzungen

Inhalt: Maul kommt verletzt von einer Mission zurück und du kümmerst dich um seine Wunden. Doch der Sith ist Berührungen nicht gewöhnt, doch er konnte es nicht lassen fasziniert von dir und deinen Berührungen zu sein.

Du hattest gerade ein Buch in der Hand und hast seelenruhig darin geschmökert, als plötzlich die Türen aufgerissen wurden. Die Aura um dich herum veränderte sich komplett und es wurde für einen Moment kälter.

Dein Blick huschte zum Eingang, des Thronsaales. Der Sith stand schwer atmend, nur einige Meter, von dir entfernt. Er war seid fast einer Woche auf Mission gewesen und du hattest keine Ahnung was das Ziel dahinter war. Dennoch hast du sofort dein Buch weggelegt und bist ihm entgegengekommen, als er auf dich zulief.

Du kamst ursprünglich von einem Planet der selten Sith oder Jedis sah. Doch eines Tages kam er und raubte dich deiner Familie. Er machte dich zu seinem Eigentum und seiner Bediensteten. Doch er hatte dich nie angefasst und redete nur das Nötigste mit dir.

"Meister! Was ist passiert?", kam sofort die Frage aus deinem Mund und er antwortete erst nicht. Stumm lief er an dir vorbei und setzte sich, mit einem Keuchen, auf den Thron.

Sofort hast du das Verbandszeug geholt und warmes Wasser. Vorsichtig, aber schnell bist du auf ihn zugegangen. Dein Herz raste und er konnte es spüren. Er konnte spüren wie nervös du warst und es amüsierte ihn. Maul hatte noch immer seine dunkle Kleidung an, aber so konntest du seine Wunden nicht behandeln.

"Ihr müsst euch ausziehen, Meister", flüsterst du schüchtern und er zog eine Augenbraue nach oben, zumindest sah es so aus, denn du wusstest ehrlich nicht, ob er Augenbrauen hatte. Hauptsächlich, weil seine schwarzen Tätowierungen dies versteckten.

"Ich kann sonst eure Wunden nicht reinigen", hast du ihm erklärt und deine Wangen brannten vor Verlegenheit, als er quälend langsam die Kleidungschicht, seines Oberkörpers, auszog. Du konntest sehen, dass er Schmerzen hatte, aber du wusstest auch, dass er es nicht zugeben würde.

Achtlos warf er den dunklen Stoff zur Seite und du hast versucht ihn nicht anzustarren. Es war falsch einen Sith so zu begehren, aber er sah wirklich nicht schlecht aus. Du hast die Zähne zusammengebissen und dir den nassen, warmen Lappen genommen. Als du seine Wunde berührtest zischte der Zabrak auf, doch er biss sich auf die Zunge. Der scharfe Schmerz durchzog seinen Körper, doch noch etwas anderes spürte er.

Seine leuchtenden Augen senkten sich, mit leicht geschlossenen Lidern, zu deiner Hand hinunter. Diese ruhte sanft auf seinem nackten Arm. Deine Hand war weich, aber dennoch rau. Du hast viel gearbeitet, du warst eine fleißige Dienerin. Der Druck deiner Finger war ein fremdes Gefühl, für den rotschwarzen Sith.

Ein seltsames warmes Gefühl durchfloss seine Venen und langsam fing er an den Schmerz zu vergessen. Seine Augen beobachteten deinen konzentrierten Blick. Dann hob er seinen Blick. Er glitt über deine Halsbeuge, bis zu deinem Gesicht. Du saßt etwas müde aus, wahrscheinlich, weil du nicht schlafen konntest und dir heimlich Sorgen um ihn gemacht hattest, als er so lange weg war.

Du bist wunderschön. Dachte er bei sich und kurz hast du gezögert, als hättest du seine Gedanken gehört. Seine Stirn runzelte sich. Er wusste, dass dies nicht möglich war. Du warst weder ein Jedi noch Machtempfindlich. Du warst eine einfache, junge Frau. Aber dennoch etwas Besonderes.

Diese Gefühle in seiner Brust waren ihm so fremd, aber er mochte es, auch wenn es ihm Angst machte. Sonst hatte er immer die Kontrolle, aber langsam spürte er wie er diese verlor. Nie hatte ihn jemand berührt. Er war ein Monster und ein Mörder. Jeder hatte Angst vor ihm, außer du. Obwohl er dich deinen Eltern weggenommen hatte. Du bliebst positiv, auch wenn er oft spüren konnte, wie schwer es dir fiel. Du hast deine Familie vermisst, doch es gab kein zurück mehr.

Du hast das Blut aus dem Lappen gewaschen und hast auf seine Brust geschaut. Das Blut lief schon bis zu seinem Nabel hinunter und du hast dich gefragt, ob ihm nicht schon schwindelig war, vor Blutverlust.

Sanft, aber zitternd, hast du deine Hand auf seine tätowierte Brust gelegt. Er sog scharf die Luft ein. Hatte er Schmerzen? Seine Haut fühlte sich warm unter deinen Fingerspitzen an und deine Wangen glühten. Mauls Blick senkte sich nun auf deine Hand, die sanft seine Brust berührte. Seine Muskeln schmerzten und er beobachtete stumm, wie das Blut aus seinem offenen Fleisch floss. Doch er konnte es nicht lassen deine Hand anzustarren, die ihn berührte.

Sein Verstand benebelte ihn. Wie konntest du es nur wagen so eine Macht über ihn zu haben. Du warst nur ein kleiner, sterblicher Mensch, ohne Macht. Mauls starke Brust unter deinen Fingern zu spüren, ließ dich so nervös werden, dass es dir fast Angst machte. Doch du hast versucht dich zu konzentrieren und hast die größere Wunde gesäubert. Deine Hände waren blutverschmiert., doch es störte dich nicht. Du warst es gewöhnt. Schon so oft hattest du seine Wunden verarztet, auch wenn es sehr selten war.

Denn Maul war ein talentierter und starker Sith, der die meisten Kämpfe auch gewann. Aber dieses mal hatte es ihn etwas gekostet. Du hast dich oft gefragt, ob er schon immer so war. Hatte er auch ein normales Leben, bevor er zur dunklen Seite gezogen wurde?

Plötzlich bist du zusammengezuckt, als sich seine große Hand um deinen Hals legte. Er tat es sanft, ohne Druck auszuüben. Sofort verkrampfte sich dein Körper und Angst stieg in dir auf. Was hatte er vor.

"Dein Puls rast", sprach er und du hast die Stirn gerunzelt. Seine goldorangenen Augen brannten sich in deine und dir wurde fast schwindelig davon. Du wolltest nicht sterben. Aber gleichzeitig fühlte sich seine Berührung gut an.

Seine Hand lockerte sich noch mehr, als er spürte, wie dein Körper sich versteifte. Du hattest Angst vor ihm, dass musste man nicht hinterfragen. Er spürte den Puls an deinem Hals und die Veränderung deiner Gefühle.

Du hast seine Aussage erstmal ignoriert. "Ich muss deine Wunden verbinden, Meister", deine Stimme war heißer und du hast dich langsam seinem Griff entzogen, aber nur, weil er es dir erlaubte. Langsam hast du die Bandagen um seinen Arm gewickelt. Die Wunde auf seiner Brust wurde ebenfalls verbunden.

Schnell wolltest du aufstehen. Du wolltest weg von ihm und seiner Nähe. Er machte dich so nervös und unruhig. Doch er packte dich am Handgelenk und zog dich wieder zurück zu ihm. Du musstest dich an seiner Brust abstützen, sonst wärst du wahrscheinlich gestolpert.

Er wollte mehr spüren. Maul merkte wie er süchtig nach deinen Berührungen wurde und packte dich an den Hüften. Mit einer Kraft, die keinem Menschen glich, zog er dich auf seinen Schoß. Deine Augen wurden groß, als du nun auf dem Schoß deines Meisters ruhtest.

Deine Finger krallten sich in seine Schultern und seine Hände ruhten noch immer auf deinen Hüften. Du konntest die Wärme fühlen, die sein Körper ausstrahlte. Seine Augen suchten deinen Blick. Er wollte deine Augen sehen, er wollte tief in deine Seele blicken.

Plötzlich erfasste dich der Mut und sanft fingst du an seine Schultern zu streicheln. Ein tiefes Atmen kam aus seinen Nasenlöchern und seine Lider senkten sich leicht, als er dich ansah.

Du streichelst über seine Halsbeuge, seinen Nacken, sogar hinauf bis zu seinen Wangen und er hielt dich nicht auf. Dann fuhrst du hinunter zu seiner Brust. Seine Haut fühlte sich glatt an und langsam zeichnetest du die Formen seiner Tattoos nach.

Langsam hast du verstanden, was in seinem Kopf vor sich ging. Zumindest in diesem Moment. Er wollte berührt werden. Du konntest dir gut vorstellen, dass er dies nicht gewohnt war. Du hast dich kurz in seinem Schoß gewindet, um bequemer zu sitzen und sofort landeten seine glühenden Augen wieder auf dir. Sofort hieltst du still, als dir einfiel, dass er immer noch ein Mann war und du wusstest genau, was ein Mann dort unten hatte.

Vorsichtig hast du seine Wange in deine Hand genommen und er lehnte sich tatsächlich gegen deine Handfläche und schloss die Augen. Sein warmer Atem streifte deine Haut und hinterließ eine sanfte Gänsehaut.

Er genoss diese Berührung sehr. Sanft zog er dich näher zu sich und du musstest deine Arme um seinen Hals schlingen. Sein Gesicht vergrub sich in deinem Nacken und er sog gierig deinen süßen Duft ein. Deine Haut war so weich, genau wie dein Haar.

Dein Körper schmiegte sich perfekt gegen seinen und dein Duft vernebelte seine Sinne. Deine Wangen wurden heiß und du hast dich gefragt, ob es richtig war hier zu sitzen, aber gleichzeitig zog er dich an wie das Licht die Motten.

"Ich... Ich hab noch einiges zu erledigen", hauchst du und löst dich aus seinem Griff. Er ließ dich tatsächlich los und du bist aus dem Raum geflüchtet. Maul saß auf seinem Thron und blickte zur Tür die sich schloss. Er spürte noch immer deine Berührungen auf seiner Haut und seine Fingernägel gruben sich in das Material seines Thrones.

[holylulusworld]

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare masterlist

Gus March-Philipps Masterlist

Anders Lassen Masterlist

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

anything related of Anders??

prob some fluff where this menacing teddybear is all lovey-dovey with his girl?? or, or some teammates to lovers??

anything really, I just need something for this man as there AREN'T ENOUGH FICS ABOUT HIM!! Gosh, I need him like air 😭😫

Btw, I adore your writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so much, love! I am so obsessed with Anders and you're right, there is seriously NOTHING for him. Send as many ideas you want, I'll do my best to answer them. And let me know if you want a smutty follow up.

Anders Lassen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, blood, and canon typical violence.

Living for Later

The situation was grim at best. The soldiers in their crisp white uniforms had varying degrees of expression, from confusion to anger, and the worst of all glee. The glass case at your back digs in, the sharp edge leaving an imprint and the gun slips from your fingertips. The last of your bullets expended on the men bleeding out onto the soles of your boots. 

“Shit,” you whisper, reaching behind you for the handle on the case, seeing the axe behind it from the corner of your eye. Behind the men, you see Apple's face a reflection of the anger you feel. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Apple quickly looks behind him, talking to someone on the ground and you strain to see anything when the soldiers close in. Two men grab each of your arms and another puts his hand around your throat. Something similar had happened the night before but this was a much less pleasant experience. You close your eyes when he moves closer whispering to you in his filthy tongue and you flinch away. 

The group laughs as he pulls back to spit in your face. You open your eyes and see the shine of a knife and start thrashing doing everything in your power to escape. Apple finds your eyes and a smile splits across his face. You’re ready to curse him at every language you know when the first wail of pain reaches your ears. 

Your heart pounds as you see the wide shoulders of Anders Lassen spear his way through the soldiers. He’s down to his last two arrows and he digs it into the eye of the one holding you, spraying blood onto the wall like a work of modern art. He’s seriously outnumbered and you look around when the axe catches your eyes. Ripping open the case you grab the axe and shout, “Anders!” He turns and grins, grabbing the axe and letting loose the beast you’d only seen twice before. 

Moving along the wall, you reach where Apple is watching his mouth wide. One of the men tries to grab the axe when Anders kicks him in the throat, shouting, “My woman gave that to me!” Before planting the axe in his head. Anders heaves, his shirt coated in blood before he turns to you with a smile, “You okay, love?” Like he didn’t just brutally butcher a group of enemy soldiers. 

You giggle and his smile grows as he crowds you against the wall, lifting your head with one finger his eyes checking over every inch of you. “Are you hurt, Min Elskede?” he asks quietly, his finger tracing over your cheek before he holds your face in his hands. 

“No,” you shake your head, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body, slumping against his body, “you killed them before they had the chance.” 

“I would burn the world down for you,” he presses his forehead to your own, “you know that, right?” 

“I know,” you reach up and press your lips to his own, “the feeling is mutual.” 

“While this is very romantic, being covered in blood, and kissing after just saving her life. We need to get moving,” Apple interrupts, wincing when you both glare at him. 

“Ja, we need to save the world, blah, blah, blah,” Anders grabs your hand tugging him behind you, “lead the way, Apple.” Apple starts up the stairs and Anders goes to follow but stops turning to give you a look that leaves your panties dripping, “this isn’t over, later you’re mine,” he presses his mouth to your own and you moan feeling his tongue tangle with you own, before he pulls away and pulls you up the stairs. 

You make a promise to live going up those stairs because you really wanna make it to later.

Do you want later? Let me know because that rope is giving me some thots.

[briefalpacashark]

=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

=Chapter 3=

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Once the dust of the new arrival had settled, the men were outside tending to the ship as they hit a bout of harsh winds. Looking through your bag for the twentieth time you sighed as you came to the realization. Now in a pair of brown pants held up by a pair of suspenders set atop a light blue button up your bare feet slapped against the deck as you walked past all the men who gave you sideways looks coming to stop in front of your brother who was tending to some ropes. ”We have a problem,” you announced, pocketing your hands. ”What is it?” Gus asked, slightly concerned. ”I haven’t any boots,” you stated. He frowned, looking down to your bare feet that you wriggled. ”You didn’t bring any with you?” he asked. ”I did. Quit a nice pair, actually. Couldn’t swim in them, though. The flight suit was doing wonders to try and drown me,” you explained. ”So why not take the flight suit off?” he asked. ”Well, that would mean I would arrive on deck with nothing but my skivvies. While I’m sure the gents would have enjoyed that I dought you would have,” you explained. ”I much prefer the flight suit actually,” Lassen’s comment earned a glare from Gus, making him chuckle. A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked back at Lassen who simply smiled. ”I would prefer the skivvies,” Freddy pipped in. ”Shut it Freddy,” Gus ordered. ”Yes sir,” Freddy smiled.

”Any of you boys have a spare pair?” Gus asked. Shortly after, Lassen placed a pair of boots in front of you. You propped an eyebrow, looking up at the smiling Swed. ”While I greatly appreciate the offer,” you picked up the boot that almost dwarfed the size of your head. “I’m more likely to drown in this boot than I was the sea,” you finished. ”Well it’s the only spare pair we have,” Gus said, taking the other. ”There are the best boots on the market,” Lassen boasted. ”How so? Made of special squirrel leather?” you asked. ”Yes, how did you know?” Lassen quick response to your quip had you smiling. A smile he found dangerously contagious. ”I could make it work. But I’ve had to gut the poor buggers. I’d hate to ruin such a good pair of boots,” you said. ”Please, think of it as a gift. A welcome to the team,” Lassen stated with a shrug. In spite of his statement he looked reminiscent on the pair of boots. ”Ah of course. Welcome to the team. Now let me cut up a pair of boots you clearly have some attachment to,” you took the boot from your brother holding them out to Lassen. ”I grew up running barefoot through the shire. I’ll be fine until we acquire another pair,” you gave a thankful nod and a kind smile. ”I insist,” he shock his head pleasantly surprised at your kind gesture. ”So do I,” you said. With a huff, he smile tilting his head to the side. ”Then I suppose we are at a standstill,” he said. ”It seems we are,” you sighed. ”Only difference is, when I’m stood at a stand still I never back down,” you finished pulling the boots back to you starting to fiddle with the laces. ”Neither do I,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. The poor shirt he was wearing strained at the flex of his muscles. You hummed as you took in the apple assortments of such he had. ”What ever shall we do then?” you questioned. ”Please Ma’am. No lady should be walking around bare foot while a man stands booted beside her,” he explained. You chuckled at the address. ”Listen closely, boys. Ma’am is not something I like to be called. You can call me Pat. Patsy, Patience. Miss or lad. Anything but Ma’am,” you beckoned Lassen down. He frowned but obeyed, leaning down. ”Good las,” you smiled, slinging the boots you tied together by the laces around his neck. Giving his cheek a little pat you smirked before moving away. He paused a wide smile spreading across his face as he straightened up to watch you walk away. ”Also,” you stated, pulling your sniper out of its case. Sliding a magazine into it, you cocked the gun. “We have a large ship off the starboard side,” you said, resting your gun on the roof of the control room. The boys instantly moved to examine it, squinting through the sun. You leaned down, looking through the scope. Seeing the nazi symbol you tisked. ”And they don’t look friendly,” you stated. ”What are we looking at, Patsy?” Gus asked. ”A problem,” you admitted honestly. You took in the large turret gun. “A rather like one at that,” you continued. ”Possibility of being blown to bits at the first sign of aggression?” Gus asked. ”100% Gusly,” you said, looking up from the scope. ”Right well. Hasey how’s your Swedish?” Gus asked. ”Non existing sir,” Hasey admitted. “Accent?” you asked. ”Only the one I was born widh,” he said. ”Right Hasey hidden below deck. Well stay up here, Pat you hide that gun of yours until the times right,” Gus said. ”You know I’m a terrible shot close distance brother,” you said. ”How does that work?” Hasey asked. ”Well the closer someone gets to me, the better the chance of my bullet misses,” you explained. ”You could hide down below,” Gus suggested. You chuckled amused by the suggestion. ”And miss a chance to gut a Nazi?” you laughed, shaking your head. ”Right then. Freddy,” Gus finalized, turning to Freddy with a grin. ”You're going for a swim,”

You watched the small little boat filled with Nazi solider’s trudge up to the boat. ”Stay safe Pat,” he whispered. ”Never,” you grinned. It was always your saying. Every time before you were about to go into something dangerous, he would say it. And you would respond the same way. The small boat pulled up to the side and in it stood a small little angry german. Lassen waited by the opening with his hands on his hips. There was a stale air as you waited. ”Where do you sail from?” from his little wings on his shoulders you assumed he was a Major asked in German. “Er, Sweden,” Lassen’s demeanor seemed to do a complete turn as he played the part of innocent little fisher. ”Do you speak the English?” the Major asked. ”I’m... I’m... Swedish but I speak a little English,” Lassen said. ”We’re coming on board,” The Major stated. They quickly filed onto the vessel the Major ordering the boat to be searched. ”All are welcome. All are welcome,” Lassen now stood next to the steering wheel beckoned them all on as they passed by. You stood by the entrance of the below deck smiled, giving small greetings. ”Even the little one. He can come too. Welcome,” while you could understand why Lassen was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t muster any more than a smile as the Major stepped up to you, looking you up and down, his eyes shamelessly resting on your chest for a moment longer. But being a woman, his question wasen’t for you. He turned to the boys. ”Why are you here?” The Major asked accusingly. ”Just a little sailing holiday,” Gus said with a rather good Swedish accent. The major hummed, his gaze turning back to you. Where his eyes once again fell to your chest. Seeing the gaze and the discomfort it brought you, Lassen stepped up, placing a hand on the Majors shoulder, drawing his gaze from you. ”A jolly holiday trip,” he said. ”Take your hands off,” the major demanded, his already sour gaze turning more so. While there was little suspicion about it, he didn’t trust them in the slightest. Or perhaps he didn’t like them. ”Papers? Passport?” He asked. Gus pointed to the control room where Lassen reached in and retrieved said forged papers. Your eyes flicked to the man behind you as they searched every part of the boat. Lassen handed them over, “Here you go,” knowing they were well-forged passports. The major wasn’t able to find any fault in them.

”Any other people on the boat?” he asked. ”Just the three of us,” Gus stated with an innocent shake of his head. ”Anybody else down there?” The major called down below deck. ”Nein,” one responced. ”Even so. A lone woman on a ship with two men. Of which she shares no last name to,” The major returned to full height flipping open your passport. Your heart sunk, but you kept your face calm. ”Ah. You see, In Sweden we are a very progressive country. Equality between man and woman is very important to us,” Lassen called. The major hummed again, a sick smile twisting his face. It wasn’t a good enough reason. You could see it. ”Ack, don’t be like that,” you chuckled bashfully. “You will excuse my fiance, he is a little shy. I told him I had never been out to sea before. He surprised me with this little holiday to celebrate our engagement,” you played the blushing bride as you smiled innocently batting your eyelashes. Leaning closer, you whispered. “You know how men are, they would rather roll over dead than admit they have a soft side for their women,” you chuckled. The Major studied you looking for any lies. You could see the clogs ticking in his mind. One more push. You moved your mother’s old wedding band you wore on your middle finger to your enjoyment finger before holding it up wiggling the gold band, it catching the sun and the Major’s eyes. He was convinced. Although he wasn’t happy about what he was convinced of. ”It is a shame you are engaged. If not, we could have taken you aboard for a proper celebration,” The major was a man at sea, had been at sea for a long time. To see a woman in any state would arouse the desires he had not been able to tend to. You could feel the eyes on you, the sicking hunger they all shared for fresh meat. “Perhaps we still will,” he reached up, dragging his fingers down your cheek. You forced a laugh at the disgusting feeling that washed over you as you dropped your cheek, subtly moving away from him. ”Come, come, we have lots to eat...” Lassen stepped up behind him, firmly directing him to the table of food and wine you had set out in hopes to appease them. ”Take your dirty hands off me!” The major snapped. All at once it was like someone had tripped a wire. The soldiers scattered around the deck all trained their gun on you all. Most on Lassen who was harshly shoved back at gun point till he was forced to sit on the ledge by the steering wheel. You yourself was pushed up against the mast. ”And you, put your hands in the air!” The major snapped towards Gus who did what he was ordered. You all held your breath as Gus and Lassen shared a look. There were a few moments of silence before a huffy laughed crept up from Gus. ”Oooh! Ho-Ho!” Lassen quickly caught on laughing as well as he pointed to Gus. “You’re in trouble now! You’ve been a naughty boy!” he teasingly called out as they both broke into drunken laughter. The major glanced down to the almost empty wine bottle. ”I’ll give you 100 francs to shoot him,” Lassen offered. ”Don’t shoot me!” Gus mockingly waved his raised arms. The major looked between them, bewildered. ”He hates Germans. You should really shoot him,” Lassen said. If only the major knew. ”I... I’m sorry. You are very scary,” Gus tried to get his laughter under control as the major debated his life’s decisions.

”Make him walk the plank. He loves wood,” Lassen added. The major then looked to you, who gave a sheepish shrug of your shoulder. Moving past you, he approached Lassen. ”Dirty drunken animal!” he slapped the passports back to his chest. ”Guilty as charged,” Lassen sung with a smirk that had their laughter striking up again. ”Lets get rid of them,” your blood ran cold at the german which you perfectly understood. “Take the woman,” he ordered, his dirty gaze claiming you as his prize. Your hand slipped behind your back, catching your brother’s gaze. He knew you could speak german. And he knew you heard the words whispered. You placed your thumb in the middle of your palm and closed your finger around it. It was a simple enough sign. It meant danger. Not that you needed to pass on the information. ”I carry a can of kerosene for just these sorts of occasions,” he nodded to one of the solider’s who received the spoken of can. “It’s been a while, but the last time someone laughed at me when I boarded their vessel, I gave them the choice. Either swim to shore or take their chances on a burning ship,” the major looked between you all. To all your faces as the smiles left from them. Lassen glanced over his shoulder to the solider pouring kerosene onto the deck. “Hans and I wondered which option they’d choose, death by water or death by fire. Oddly, they chose both,” he smirked. ”They made it until the very last moment, until their hair was on fire,” he commented reaching out to tug a strand of your hair. “And their blistered skin,” his hands trailed down, slipping between your buttons popping the top three and flicking the material open to show the top of your cleavage. “Peeled from their fingers, before they immersed themselves in water in the vain hope of reaching shore,” he hummed in satisfaction taking a moment to admire your bosom before nodding to two of his men who flanked you. The man pouring the kersone did so right over Lassen’s boots.

”One of them sank immediately and perished. But to our amazement, the big one, he showed great spirit. In spite of all the odds...he painstakingly made it to shore,” he moved away from you, focusing on the boys, the kersone spilling over the food you were defiantly going to eat. You looked over the poor destroyed treats running your tongue over your teeth. You could feel your patience getting thin. The boys were getting riled up as well. The cruelness of the Majors story was sickening. ”We followed and cheered him on,” The major feigned encouraged excitement. “And rewarded this impressive achievement with a bullet, to the back, of his head,” Lassen eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. A cruel man. “Isn’t that funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” the major asked. The tension was so thick at that point just about anything could cut it. What did though was a bang, then the sound of bullets firing from below deck. The soldiers erupted in confusion and at the very second Lassen snapped up his arm, lashing out. The knife he gripped with white knuckles slashed clean across the major’s throat. The blood sputtered from the clutched wound, the crimson red running through the pretty white sailor’s uniform. He then turned to the one on his left and did the same. Gus unveiled the gun he had hidden under the table, taking out the soldier who stood on the far front of the ship than the one at the other. You stamped your foot down on the edge of your gun, hidden by a simple rucksack, and the barrel snapped up into your hold. Hoisting it up, you tucked your finger on the trigger, tilting the gun first to the left, hovering it right under the solders chin before blowing his brains into a beautiful burst of red. You then tilted it to the right and did the same. Hasey emerged from below, quickly taking out another two while Gus took out one that ran from around the side. Hasey walked past you as you hoisted your gun up into a proper position, taking out the one that followed him as he took out the remaining soldier on the boarding boat. You all then turned to Lassen as he expertly dispatched the last three with nothing but his knife. He walked past you shoving a solider, all the while stabbing his neck until he went limp. He then shoved him to the side before literally gutting the last one before shoving him over the side of the ship. The solider he had killed moments before hung over over the railing. Reaching down Lassen grabbed the scuff of his pants, lifting it and chucking him over board. All of which Gus watched with a bemused smile and you with an impressed prop of your eyebrow. ”Nice work, Lassen,” Gus cheerily said setting his gun down. With all the danger now disposed of, you let your gun lower.

“Work, looked more like art to me,” you said, Lassen giving you a breathy nod of acknowledgement. ”There’s more where they came from,” he said, gesturing to the war ship behind him. ”Yes,” Gus squinted off. You moved forward, getting yourself ready, resting your gun on the railing as you kneeled. Lassen groaned as he heaved up the dead major with one hand, the other pupating the major’s hand to wave limply. Gus opened his spy glass, looking through it. ”Not sure it’s working, Lassen. The captain looks rather agitated,” Gus stated as Freedy emerged from the sea hoisting himself up onto the boarding boat. ”They’re bringing their guns to bear,” Gus barely finished the sentence when a missile was shot. The boys all looked behind them as the missile exploded into the sea a fair distance from the boat. ”They’ll find their range soon sir,” Hasey warned. ”Freddy, should we be worried?” Gus asked. ”Oh, I don’t think so, sir. It’s a rather large explosive, so I set a rather large fuse. I located the outside of the powder room, so when it goes bang, it really should go bang,” Freddy explanation was finished by another missile firing. ”Closer...” Hesey stated, the worry clear in his voice. ”Taking out the captain won’t stop the missiles,” you stated. ”Bet you a tenner for a cock shot on the captain,” Gus suggested. A split second later you had changed target and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out and you pulled back. Gus chuckled maniacally as the captain doubled over, clutching what remained as blood spattered onto the wall behind him. ”Should be any second now, chaps,” Freddy stated. You had to admit you were getting nervous. They seemed to have their range now. The boys felt it, two nervously shifting from foot to foot. ”Freddy?!” Gus questioned. A moment later the explosive went off, then the powder went off, resulting in a spectacular explosion. You whistled as the wind from the explosion wafted over you all. ”Good work, Frederick,” Gus congratulated him. ”Thank you, Captain. Now, any chance you can tell us what we’re doing here, sir?” he asked. You propped your gun against your shoulder looking at your brother, wondering the exact same thing. ”Dry yourself off, frogman, and I’ll tell you,“ Gus said, collapsing the spyglass. ”The curiosity is eating us all up, sir,” Hasey said.

”So fiance?” Lassen asked as you all waited for Freddy. ”What you didn’t know?” you asked with a half serious expression. ”Lassen you bastard. Didn’t even ask for my blessing,” Gus commented. ”I would have if I had known. I mean, it’s all so sudden. I’ve only met you this morning,” Lassen said gesturing to you. ”Your right. It was a rather long courting period,” you nodded, a smile breaking your face as you couldn’t keep up the act. Hesey watched in amusement at the interaction. ”Do I have any say in the matter?” Lassen asked, raising his eyebrows. ”Course not darling dear,” you grinned. Lassen grinned back, taking note of the funny feeling that stirred within him. The way you called him darling. He liked it very much. Once Freddy had changed, you all gathered around the table all looking to Gus expectantly. Freddy was seated at the table. Hasey leaned against the stairs and Lassen found himself a seat on one of the beds. You sat opposite your brother fiddling with some of the charting instruments. ”I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps. But this is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and unauthorized mission. If we’re picked up by the Brits, we will all go to jail. If we’re picked up by the Germans, torture and death,” Gus explained. Lassens lips twitched up in a a half smirk at the audacity Gus had. You leaned back in your chair. You knew it was going to be a danger. Your brother only ever called on you when he absolutely needed it. ”So, it’s just the four of us, and her then?” You frowned at the slight quip Freddy unknowingly gave. After all he held no malice in his words. ”Five of us, And Captain Appleyard,” Gus said. You perked up at the name of your old friend. ”Granny’s gonna be there?” you asked. The nick name granny came around in a sort of roundabout way. Appleyard = apples = apple pie = granny smith’s apple pies = granny. ”He’s responsible for securing this information. He is, however, in a spot of bother. He is being held by the Germans on La Palma,” you frowned at the news as Gus pointed out the small speck on the map. ”Our first job is to liberate,” Gus stated simply. ”Oh, so, that’s all, is it?” Hasey asked sarcastically. ”No. We need to confirm Appleyard’s intelligence. That’s why there are two more agents on their way to Fernando Po by train, as we speak,” Gus explained. You picked up a measuring instrument, plotting it along the map to ruffly calculate the time it would take to get there. ”Doing what, exactly?” Lassen asked. ”They’ll be ensuring that those ships are filled with supplies, so they’re worth blowing up in the first place,” Gus said. ”I mean any german ship it worth blowing up,” you muttered. ”True but these ships insure and supply the uboats that have been giving us a hard time,” Gus explained. ”No u boats means Americans on British soil and the British feed,” you whispered realizing the importance of such a mission. Gus nodded. The seriousness of it all sunk in to the group. ”So no pressure, then?” you stated with a bright smile.

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Given The Chance - Chapter 10

The tower was supposed to be relatively empty according to the reports, but every corner you rounded it was like another soldier appeared. You’d already taken out almost a dozen by the time you got to the base of it to start setting charges.

A bullet hit the concrete right beside your head and you ducked back down just in time to miss the next one that would’ve killed you. You spent your last few bullets taking care of the two men who’d took the shots at you before determinedly turning back to the charges.

You’d never set charges so fast before in your life. Five minutes later you were turning to make your way back to Freddy. No sooner had you popped your head around the corner though, did rifle shots ring out. “Oh come on” you complained as you darted back around the corner.

Time wasn’t with you. You’d set the fuses short. On the plus side though, if they kept close enough to keep you pinned down, they’d be blown to pieces right alongside you. Pulling two of your throwing knives out, you waited for the shots to stop before showing yourself just long enough to throw them.

One hit home in a soldiers chest but the other barely grazed the arm of another. Not to mention the third man you spotted. Back behind cover you pulled out the final two blades that you had. Dropping your head against the wall you closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. Anders’ face flashed through your mind and a smile found its way on your lips.

If this was it, at least you’d met him. Though you desperately wanted to stay with him. Taking one final breath you rounded the corner and prepared to meet your fate.

Your knives flew with deadly speed. One planted straight through the eye of soldier number one. Soldier number two ducked just in time for your other to fly harmlessly over his head. Continuing your sprint towards him you just hoped you could reach him before he shot.

The distance remained too wide though as he lifted the rifle and took aim. Time seemed to slow as you saw his finger move to the trigger.

You stopped where you were and stared at the man who was about to kill you.

His finger started to pull the trigger. 

Until an arrow burst from his forehead.

And then another through his chest. And another. And another.

As he fell face first into the dirt you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Anders appeared seconds later, sprinting over to you after dropping the bow and pulling you into the most desperate embrace you’d ever had.

He moved back from you and placed his hands on your face, staring into your eyes “don’t ever scare me like that again”. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss that unfortunately had to be brief.

“The charges are going to blow any moment” you told him. He refused to drop your hand as you took off in a dead sprint. The explosions rang out before you’d fully cleared the area and shrapnel rained down over you both. “Shit” you dropped to the ground and took the best cover you could.

You felt Anders shield your body with his and silently scolded him for risking his safety for yours. When the explosion stopped, you removed your arms from your head. Anders moved above you and stood up, favouring his left side more. “Now you’re the one scaring me” you chided as you gave him a quick once over.

“We should take up safer hobbies it seems” he joked.

“I’m about ready for retirement at this point” you replied.

When you reached the others, they all gave a celebratory cheer before getting out of there.

Back at your base of operations, Freddy’s wound was treated. Anders had carefully worked to stitch up the wound on your arm, and you watched him in a comfortable silence as he tried to be as gentle as possible.

Later that afternoon the Ministry received communications from Churchill himself. Germany had finally surrendered.

The war was over.

Your group sat in silence for a moment before loud cheers erupted around the room. Anders grabbed you into a hug and lifted you from the ground. Spinning you around with pure delight. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips.

“Looks like we get to retire even quicker than I thought” you beamed as he placed you back down.

“It does” he agreed “but I do have one request first” he took your hand in his and lead you out of the room.

“Sneaking off with me already?” you laughed as you followed him.

“Plenty of time for that” he gave your hand a squeeze before turning back to face you “after this” he pulled something from his pocket. Your heart jumped as he dropped to a knee and revealed the item in his hand to be a ring.

“Anders” you grinned widely as your heart quickened.

He smiled up at you “you’re the only woman I can ever imagine spending my life with. You truly are perfect for me and my world is nothing if you’re not in it. Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Lassen?”

“I’d love to” your answer wasn’t even one you had to think over. He jumped up seconds later and pulled you back against him, kissing you so desperately that you almost forgot you needed air. He placed a few more kisses against your lips before parting to place the ring on your finger.

“It’s gorgeous” you were stunned at the beauty of it as he slid it onto your finger.

“It was my grandmothers” he told you proudly “my mother gave it to me the other day”. You placed your hands on either side of his face and admired him for a moment before pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Anders. Y/n” Marjorie called and you both turned to face her as she came into the corridor “don’t go running off just yet, we’ve pulled out a bottle of the good stuff”.

“We can have a celebratory drink I suppose” Anders answered “it really is a celebratory day”. You smiled wider than ever as Marjorie’s eyes dropped to your entwined hands and the ring that now sat proudly on your finger.

“Oh my god” she spoke with excitement “are you two…did you…” The rest of the team appeared from the doorway behind her, interested in what was going on. You shared a look with Anders before lifting your hand and the ring up for them to see. Cheers erupted from them all and they all rushed to pull you into excited hugs.

The war was over. Your friends were all still here. And the man that you loved was about to become yours forever. You couldn’t have been happier.

Given the chance there's not a thing you’d change.

[peyton-warren]

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt; 😍: Fluff; 🔥: Smut/Suggestive; 👊: Violence; 🥹: Requested; 💚 :Personal Favorite; 🤓: Challenges; 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍🏼 : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

The Art of Resilience - ✍🏼😥😍🔥👊💚 Anders needs a wife for his cover in his newest op. Reader volunteers, but little does she know what she is gonna get into. Guest Staring Gus March-Phillips and Marjorie Stewart. Will be a multi-chapter series. Snippet here

[xxxwerewolf-girlxxx]

Hawks x Fem! Reader

Falls ihr Wünsche für einen Oneshots habt, schreibt mir gerne! Ich bin für alles offen! Viel Spaß beim Lesen!

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Du stehst hinter einer Kasse eines Fast Food-Geschäfts. Der Schweiß steht dir förmlich auf der Stirn. Wie ein Roboter gehst du deiner Arbeit nach und kassiert einen Kunden nach dem anderen ab. Du zählst innerlich die Sekunden, wann du endlich Feierabend hast und aus diesem Irrenhaus hier verschwinden kannst. Für heute zumindest. Die Leute stürmen in Massen hier rein und lassen dir keine Sekunden zum durchschnaufen. Leichte Kopfschmerzen klopfen an deine Stirne und erinnern dich daran, dass du etwas trinken solltest. Ein großes Glas Wasser. Eisgekühlt. Davon kannst du aber im Moment nur träumen.

Eine weitere Horde Kunden betritt den Laden. Du verdrehst genervt die Augen. Gibt es heute etwas umsonst bei euch? Naja, das müsstest du ja am besten wissen. Es gibt nichts umsonst. Die Menschheit wird einfacher nur verrückter. Auch wenn die Kunden deinen Lebensunterhalt in gewisser Art bezahlen, kannst du nicht verstehen, wie man sich dieses Gift, was sich Fast Food, in sich reinstopfen kann. Deine beste Freundin ist so ein Fall. Sie sitzt an einem Tisch direkt in der Nähe der Theke und stopft sich einen riesigen Berg an Pommes rein. Wie jeden Tag. Arbeiten tut sie nicht wirklich. Sie hilft ihren Eltern, die ihr alles bezahlen, ab und zu mal aus. Ansonsten hockt sie bei dir auf der Arbeit und schwärmt dir von ihrem Schwarm vor. Tagein, tagaus. Es hängt dir schon zu den Ohren raus.

Sie wartet jeden einzelnen Tag, bis er hier auftaucht. Zu einem Laden wie diesen hier könnte er nie nein sagen. Fast Food ist sein Lieblingsessen. Das ist dir im Gedächtnis geblieben. Gott weiß warum. Du kennst ihn nicht einmal, obwohl er sich an großer Beliebtheit erfreut. Du kennst ihn nur aus Erzählungen von deiner Freundin. Er soll ein attraktiver, junger Mann sein mit blondem Haar. Augen wie aus Gold. Große, rote Flügel schmücken seinen Rücken. Er ist ein Held. Ein Profiheld.

Den Wirbel um Helden verstehst du genauso wenig wie die Begeisterung für Fast Food. Ironisch, wo du doch in einem Schnellimbissladen arbeitest. Aber die Begeisterung für Helden beschäftigt dich mehr. Es sind doch auch nur Menschen wie du und ich, nicht wahr? Gut, sie haben außergewöhnliche Fähigkeiten, trotzdem sind es nur Menschen. Also, was sind an den Helden so toll? Sie beschützen die anderen! Toll! Du klatscht gedanklich mit den Händen. Das tut die Polizei doch auch. Warum wird die Polizei nicht so gefeiert wie die Helden? Weil sie keine besonderen Fähigkeiten haben? Dein Kopf fängt schon an zu rauchen von den ganzen Fragen, die du dir selbst stellst. Weiter kannst du nicht darüber denken. Deine Freundin holt dich ins Hier und Jetzt.

"Oh, da kommt er!", quietscht sie, lässt ihre Pommes fallen und starrt zum Eingang des Ladens. Du bist immer noch mit Kunden beschäftigt und kannst dich nicht auf IHN konzentrieren. Die anderen haben Vorrang. Ob er ein Held ist hin oder her. Wer zuerst kommt, mahlt zuerst. Das Quietschen deiner Freundin wird lauter. Allerdings kommt das Quietschen nicht nur von ihr. Auch andere Weiber stimmen mit ein. Du verabschiedest gerade einen Kunden und machst dich bereit den nächsten in Angriff zu nehmen.

"Guten Tag, was darf es für Sie sein?", sprichst du deinen routinierten Satz.

"Ich hätte gerne deine Nummer.", du starrst den Kunden vor dir mit großen Augen an. Verschluckst dich an deiner eigenen Spucke.

"Bitte was?", fragst du völlig geistesabwesend. Du siehst aus dem Augenwinkel wie das Handy deiner Freundin auf die Tischplatte knallt. Ihre Kinnlade folgt. Sie starrt den Typ vor dir genauso entgeistert an wie du es tust. Mit einem einzigen Unterschied. Sie weiß, wer vor dir steht. Du nicht. Es ist ihr Schwarm. Der Profiheld Hawks. Jetzt fallen dir auch die großen, roten Flügel auf. Bevor du irgendetwas sagen kannst, ergreift deine Freundin das Wort. Sie gesellt sich zu euch.

"Sie gibt dir liebend gerne ihre Nummer. Sie ist nur etwas schüchtern und du hast sie etwas überrumpelt. Aber keine Sorge! Hier hast du ihre Nummer.", sie nimmt sich eine Serviette und kritzelt deinen Namen so wie deine Nummer drauf und hält es dem Helden entgegen. Er grinst vor sich hin und nimmt die Serviette an sich. Du stehst in der Zwischenzeit wie angewurzelt dar und kannst dich nicht bewegen. Was geht vor deinen Augen ab? Sie hat ihm nicht einfach deine Nummer gegeben? Ist das hier die versteckte Kamera? Kommt gleich einer und klärt dich auf, dass das alles nur ein Streich ist? Oder liegst du noch im Bett und träumst das hier alles?

"Danke! So so, du heißt also (y/n). Ein sehr schöner Name für eine schöne Frau.", grinst der Held weiter.

"Awww!", schwärmt deine Freundin und schmachtet mit ihren Augen den Blonden an.

Die Welt scheint um euch drei stehen geblieben zu sein. Keiner deiner Kollegen interessiert sich dafür, dass du blöd in der Gegend rumstehst und nicht deiner Arbeit nachgehst. Die anderen Kunden im Laden scheinen dich auch nicht zu bemerken. Außer einige weibliche. Sie sehen dich neidisch und hasserfüllt an. Das bekommst du jedoch nicht mit. Du bekommst im Augenblick gar nichts mit. Dein Kopf ist völlig leer. Keine Stimme dringt zu dir durch.

"Haha, wie süß!", lacht Hawks leise, als deine Wangen sich leicht rosa färben.

"Ich sag doch, sie ist schüchtern. Mit Komplimenten kann sie überhaupt nicht umgehen. Da wird sie sofort rot.", lächelt deine Freundin.

"Gut zu wissen.", lächelt Hawks zurück.

Du kommst langsam aber sicher wieder zur Besinnung. Du möchtest deiner Freundin am liebsten an den Hals springen und sie würgen, bis ihr die Luft ausgeht. Was zur Hölle tut sie da eigentlich? Und was erzählt sie eigentlich für einen Müll? Du und schüchtern? Das sind zwei paar Welten. Du wurdest nur überrumpelt. Das ist alles. Das ist keine Schüchternheit!

"Kann ich sonst noch etwas tun?", findest du deine Stimme wieder. Leider nicht so selbstsicher wie du sie gerne hättest.

"Nein danke. Das ist alles, was ich wollte. Ich werde dir schreiben. Auf bald, meine Schöne!", er winkt dir zum Abschied und macht sich aus dem Staub.

"Ja..", bringst du nur hervor.

Den Vorfall auf der Arbeit aus du beinahe aus deinem Gedächtnis gestrichen, als du dich auf die Couch fallen lässt. Dein Handy vibriert neben dir. Du seufzt, weil du denkst, es ist deine Freundin, die nur wieder über ihren Schwarm reden will. Widerwillig nimmst du dein Handy hoch und siehst auf das Display. Du lässt es fast fallen, als du eine Nachricht liest von einer unbekannten Nummer. Du fängst an zu schwitzen und dir wird ungewollt warm. Du fühlst dich wie verliebt. Dabei kennst du ihn doch gar nicht. Warum fühlst du dich so? Du tippst auf die Nachricht um sie vollständig zu lesen. Dir wird noch wärmer und du verfluchst deine Freundin auf ewig.