#this.. i... ALEX I LOVED THAT ASK SO MUCH AND IT TOOK ME SO SINFULLY LONG TO CONTINUE IT I HOPE IT'S OKAY STILL

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable | continued ♥

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The mention of just how much exactly umaibo cost - a price low enough even this random foreigner should have the change to cover it - dies at the back of her throat (behind some cheese-flavoured umaibo she was chewing on herself because she's most definitely the store's best customer, at least when it comes to it snack aisle) at the mention of a story.

Yoshino neither considers herself nor is she a particular word-favourable person. She prefers doing, she prefers action, if you have something to tell her, why not show her instead? If you saw a cool place, take her to it, if you found something funny, bring it to her, let her hold it and do something with it.

Words are nothing compared to living through things others will then tell people about in forms of stories.

But this here seems like the kind of situation she could make an exception for.

She's crouched behind the counter with her chest pressed against her, the umaibo held between herself and the intriguing stranger who must be going through some sort of adventurous endeavour to come rushing in the way he had.

Of course she agreed to let him hide. Who is she, if not herself? No one familiar with Fujiwara Yoshino would expect her to do different - much to the dismay of all those who wish she wouldn't put herself in 'stranger danger' situations quite as frequently as she does.

Yoshino tends to blame her nature as a tanuki (though, if you attribute any part of her to her species, she'll bite you).

Plenty other rightfully argue it's just her.

Doesn't matter either way.

She plops down onto her knees and squints at him.

"That is terrible business. My boss would fire me if I took stories in exchange for food." She says all this while opening the umaibo, grabbing one of his hands, and pressing it into his claimed palm. "Therefore, it better be a good story."

Then she sits down properly next to him and looks at him expectantly.

[thighzp]

Getting ready for the pool

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Inspired by @na-dineee’s comment: “getting ready to go to the pool on a hot summers day”

Shared for several sentence Sunday 07/28/24 full story below the cut!

“Daddyyyyyyy!” Henry hears from upstairs, the tiny voice sounding far away and muffled.

He could tell immediately that his daughter was in no danger and that nothing was wrong. This was merely her whiny voice when she needed something. He took the stairs two at a time nevertheless.

Standing on her tippiest tippy toes in her closet, Ellie was reaching for the top shelf. “I can’t reach it!” Her voice strained as she craned her neck up to try to get more height.

“What are you reaching for, my love?” Henry asked and hoisted her up to his eye level.

“My favorite swimsuit!” She cheered when her grabby hands finally reached the fabric.

“Oh, of course! The watermelon one is my favorite too, you know that,” he winked and kissed her on the forehead. “Why did you call me though, darling? Papa is right in the next room?”

Ellie looked over her shoulder before leaning in to whisper in Henry’s ear. “You’re taller than papa.”

The two giggled as Henry put his daughter down and began to get her changed into her bathing suit.

“What are you two conspiracizing about in here, hm?” Alex appeared in the doorway of their daughter’s room. He was already dressed in his (sinfully tight and sinfully short) swimming trunks, sunglasses pushing back his unruly curls.

“Nothing, dear,” Henry assured him. “Would you mind getting El’s sunscreen on while I finish packing our picnic lunch?”

Just then, the five year old whined as she pulled both straps of her watermelon-patterned one piece over her shoulders. “I don’t wanna wear sunscreen daddy! It’s so sticky!”

That, Henry could completely understand. Their daughter had 100% inherited her textural sensitivities from him.

“She hardly needs it anyway, Hen.” Alex added. His darker complexion was another thing she had inherited.

“Enough out of the both of you,” Henry not-so-intimidatingly pointed at the two of them. Alex and his mini-me.

Alex scooped up their daughter and toted her off to the bathroom to apply the sunscreen, and Henry traipsed back downstairs to continue packing their lunch.

PB&J’s, cut up strawberries, carrots & hummus, and a juice box for Ellie were today’s menu selection. He may not have the best record with cooking, but cold lunches he could manage. Since he worked from home, he was always the one who spent the morning packing lunches and sending his two kids (the big one and the little one) off about their days, Alex in his suit and Ellie in some form of frilly dress or another.

Summer looked different in their brownstone. While Alex still left the house in a suit a few mornings out of the week, he also managed to take more time off so that he and Henry could both spend time taking Ellie out as a family.

Even if their pool days consisted of much more time spent actually getting ready, making food, arguing over sunscreen, and loading up the car than actual time spent swimming, Henry wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He heard his gigantic kid and their tiny one giggling their way down the steps, and saw Alex’s sunglasses now tangled atop Ellie’s own untamed curls. Henry handed a carrot to David as a treat, and smiled to himself.

He couldn’t believe this was all finally his. His own family who he could love properly, fully, and watch grow.

He hadn’t yet told Alex, but it was about to be growing even more.

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If you enjoyed, please feel free to suggest more cute girldad moments I can write about!

[movedyourchair505]

Imperituro

Alex is beautiful. That’s it. That’s the honeymoon. (sneaky collage feature of the man we all love rn who could legit play NN Alex in a movie)

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The wind was cool, the ocean air pleasantly refreshing, but even from where she was laid back in the centre of the deck, Jade could make out a sheeny layer on Alexander's skin, his hair damp, loose strands falling over his forehead every now and then, the wedding ring particularly noticeable somehow, reflective in the sun whenever he brought his hand up and raked his fingers through his hair, or gripped the steering wheel of the small motor yacht he had acquired for them in advance, Peitho, presented his boating license for which had come to a surprise even to his wife.

His linen shirt was fully unbuttoned, moving in the wind like the matching trousers, the white material a stark contrast to his tanned skin, the black ink and scars. A pair of aviator shades was sat on the bridge of his nose, the glasses tinted orange, the gold frame as reflective as his ring and his chain and she was unable to take her eyes off him, unsure when exactly he was looking right at her, when past her, her own hungry gaze obstructed by her own sunglasses. The sun was warm on her skin, the breeze as Alexander picked up the speed welcomed as it cooled over the oil, the sweat all over her body. She took a deep breath, had just closed her eyes to relax when she noticed him slowing, heard him before she could lift herself up to give him a look.

“Jade...”

He pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, squinted against the sun, but his eyes were fixated on her body, the way she was sprawled out flat on her back, the bright red string bikini that had not covered up much of her now completely discarded to the side. He was in no way surprised, appreciative if anything, reveled in the view she offered, especially with no one but him around to enjoy it.

Her lips curled into a smile as she caught his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as he slowly strode over once the boat had come to a complete stop. “Alexander...”

The corner of his lip twitched upward as he came to sit down next to her, his focus unshaken, his fingers itching to put his hands on her. “Made yehrself rehyt at 'ome, eh?” he drawled, licking his lips. “Dun't mind if I join yeh...” He cleared his throat, scratching at his chin. “I mean, I am the captain after all.”

She smiled, humming complacently, tilting her head to the side as she propped herself up onto her elbows to watch him closely.

“C'mon, darlin'...” He pursed his lips, his hand reaching to come down on her thigh, humming appreciatively when she shifted her legs apart for him. “Get up in me lap.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, slowly pushing her own sunglasses into her hair. Despite the ocean air, the rose-scented oil on her skin, she was instantly surrounded by the spice of him, the irresistible smell that was so uniquely her husband.

“C'mon...” he urged. “I kno' yeh can't 'elp yehrself.”

She knew exactly what he wanted, wanted him, but she also gagged for his appreciation and attention. “Alexander, what is it that you want?”

He swallowed, his skin stretching over his adam's apple prominently. “Jade, I kno' wha' yeh need.”

“I think I'd rather know what you need, baby...”

He pressed his lips together, his gaze never leaving hers. “Fookin'ell, yeh're 'ard work todeh...” His hand squeezed her thigh lightly, but he shifted to lower himself down the small step, slightly below her before she could respond, had in no time taken a hold of her thighs and pulled her down, earned himself a desperate whine the moment he got to work on her, could taste sweat and oil and the sweetness of her, instantly craving more, his grip tightening, nails digging into her skin.

She'd been dizzy from the sun, the glass of champagne she'd had with breakfast, but the demanding heat of his lips, relentlessness of his tongue had her writhing, hopelessly light-headed, aching to push her hips into the bliss he offered, as well as squirm from the intensity, but the moment she shook, attempted to move, his grip tightened further, one hand clamped down on her hip, the other reaching to squeeze her breast, then his fingers closed around her throat, in complete control of her body, the muscles of his arm tense. “A-Alexander...”

“Wha', darlin'?” he rasped against her, his voice vibrating against her wet skin, sucking on her clit, then covering her entirely with his lips, his tongue toying with her, leaving her breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence before he heard her voice, felt in shaky.

“I-It's so hot...” she whined.

He lifted his gaze up at her, met with her desperate gaze, as well as a gorgeous view of her body on display for him, under his absolute mercy. “D'yeh want meh t'stop?”

“N-No...” came her choked response, so close to her release, panic flickering in her eyes. “No, please...”

He lifted his head, licked his lips clean, his fingers instantly replacing his tongue as he came to climb over her, blocking the sun and she got the sinfully beautiful view of his face, enhanced only by the pleasure he evoked with the lazy strokes of his fingertips between her legs which spread further for him instantly, twitching upwards, desperate for more.

“Jade, I'm gunna 'ave yeh rehyt 'ere...” he announced, the intensity in his eyes merciless, wild with lust.

She couldn't help but admire the sharp edge of his jaw, the way everything about him was so effortlessly luxurious. She wanted to see it all. “B-Baby...” she whined as he shifted to discard of his trousers, though held her in place with his hand remaining around her throat, as well as his eyes pinning her down. “P-Please take this off...”

He cocked an eyebrow, his eye twitching, his chain hung loosely from his neck, his hair falling into his eyes. “Wha'?”

She nodded, begging him with her eyes, trying to push the shirt down his shoulders, dragging her hands over the muscle, the tattoos, the scars. “Yes, baby, you're so hot...”

A smile played around his lips and he sat up momentarily, shrugged out of the shirt before he was right there again, insistent on taking her breath away and she could hardly brace herself, his nails digging into his shoulder, eyes wide as his forehead rested against hers and he filled her, bucked up his hips to bury himself inside her, drunk on the sounds that fell from her lips as she clung to him, wrapped her legs around him to take him deeper, shook from the tight fit. “Y-Yes...”

His own breathing was heavy and he took a hold instantly of her wrists, left her with no leverage and no other choice but to take him, his lips attaching to her neck, desperate to add to the marks he'd already left on her with his hands, his lips, his teeth.

Her eyes fell shut despite the desperate urge to watch him, restricted by his large hands, her lips close to his ear as she whimpered each time he rolled his hips into hers hard, had her writhing beneath him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He slowed momentarily, smiling to himself about the way she tensed, took a breath and he stalled, built her anticipation before he bit down her neck, pushed all the way inside her again, his own breath shaken by the way she squeezed him, gushed around him, desperate to adjust, the way she relaxed when he filled her so heavenly it felt like somewhat of a fantasy, but the strangled moan of his name was beautifully tangible and nothing felt more real.

“Tha' it, doll?”

She nodded eagerly, her legs wound tighter around him desperately. “Y-Yes...” she cried, cold tears rolling down her warm cheeks.

“Mmmm, all mine...” he drawled in complete fascination of her, admiring her desperation. “Feel good, dunnit?”

“I need you,” she whined.

He chuckled, withdrawing his hips, unwinding her legs from around him, watching the pleading look widen her eyes, loved how badly she needed him. “Turn 'round for meh, doll...”

Jade swallowed, wanted nothing more than for him to get his way, have his way with her, but he looked irresistibly gorgeous, like it should have been forbidden for her to look at him, she refused. “Baby, no...”

He raised his eyebrows. “No?” he asked, an edge to his voice that had her tighten around nothing.

“I want to see you,” she whispered, ready to defy him, but she was practically salivating at the view of him, the way he'd looked above her, illuminated by the sun, all of him fully on display. “Please,” she added. “I'll ride you, get on my knees, anything...”

His obsession with how desperate she was for him prevailed over his irritation, her complete devotion to him leaving no room for a sense of punishment, he knew how devoted she was to him, but the fact that her eyes were on him so hungrily, he wondered if she could tell the attention unsettled him and he maintained the expressionlessness of his features, moving to sit and gesturing pointedly, seemingly unimpressed. “C'mon then.”

She needed no telling twice, climbed into his lap with ease, eager, one hand on his shoulder, the other at the back of his neck for leverage as she sank down on him, her hips shaking, despite the lack of surprise whining when his hand pushed down down on her thigh to force her down on him fully straight away, the other pressed flat to the small of her back to arch her into him, made the stretch burn blissfully.

The strangled moan so close to his ear had him drunk on her instantly, breathing her in, bending her body the way he liked as she started bouncing on him, though held herself back, the way she watched him offering the most exquisite view of her and he couldn't help but let her get what she want while drinking her in, the subtle shimmer of the oil dipping her body in a beautiful golden glow in the sun.

Her fingers were wound into his hair, his entire body tense when she pulled, then he relaxed, the tightness leaving his taunt muscles, his head shifting into her touch and she pulled again, couldn't get enough of the need on his face, the way his lips parted when she sank down on him, his eye twitching, his skin sheeny and beautiful, his chest heaving with breathlessness, the muscles in his neck tight, his collarbones prominent, jaw locked.

“'eeere she goes...”

The drawl of his voice, deep and guttural, shook her, had her sinking down on him further, wanting to feel more of him, though as much as he controlled her, she knew she'd struck a nerve, he was intensely aware of the fact that he held her full attention, could not possibly deny her what she wanted, but it wasn't just the way he filled her as possessively as she craved, wasn't who he was, she was looking right at him, right through him in a way he looked only at her. But she couldn't help herself, wanted to give him everything he gave her, working her hips faster into his, desperate to worship him. “Y-You're so hot, Alexander, f-fuck...”

“Jade,” he growled, his voice shaken with pleasure. He ached to take control of her. “I wanna fookin' ruin yeh...” His grip tightened on her, moving her.

“Oh my god...” she whined as he forced her down hard, reveled in the way he was unpredictable, uncontrollable when he lost himself in need. “Y-You do...”

He tutted, though couldn't quite hide how affected he was by the way she drew him in, her eyes desperate. “Let meh fook yeh rehyt, doll...” He bucked up his hips, almost let go then and there from the way she fell against him, cried his name. “Oh, sheh's close...” he taunted.

She clung to him, tried to keep the pace, but the pleasure was overwhelming her, the intensity of him taking over her body. “M-May I p-please...” she choked out helplessly.

He smoothed his hand up her back to arch her against him before his fingers came to close around her throat and he drew her back to look at her, a sunlit view of her face smooth and relaxed with overwhelming pleasure when she shook on his cock, the only leverage the way she squeezed him, was at his unconditional mercy as she let go and he instantly followed suit, his moan shaken by a breathy chuckle at the way she purred when he twitched inside her, filled her, knew she would have lost complete control of her posture had he not tightened his grip on her throat, amazed at the way she stared before her eyes rolled back into her head as he choked her, his ring pressed into her skin, her afterglow disrupted by another orgasm that made her tremble.

“Fooookin'ell, Jade...”

Her vision was a blur for a moment, her entire body tingling, the ocean rushing in her ear, the scent of it mixed with sweat and smoke and the sweet spice of the men that held her safely, his touch on her the only heightened sense and tangible for a moment, and she merely grew weaker when her eyes refocused and she saw the satisfied smile on his face, lifting her off him gently not to overwhelm her, but she wanted more, tried to steady herself on her knees when his hands cupped her face and he kissed her, the intensity of his lips urging, passionate, possessive and drawing back just before she would have run out of breath, staring up at him as he rose to his feet, brushed back his hair from his face and squinting up into the sun, stood in all his glory, shiny, sunkissed, toned, curved, sculpted flawlessly.

“Mio dio, I adore you...” she whispered.

His eyes widened, his head tilted to the side. “Darlin', c'mon...” he said, waving off the awe in her voice, though watching her closely as she came closer, crawled to him, lifted herself up shakily, her nails digging into his ass, grabbing a handful while her mouth enveloped him, licked him clean, lips wrapped tightly to suck around him, releasing him just before she could overwhelm him and he brushed her hair back lovingly before dragging her up and wrapping his arm around her to pull her close. “C'mon now...”

She blinked back at him, pressed herself closer, barely allowed a look at the softness in his eyes before he was kissing her again, forcing her lips apart in a breathless moan.

He was unable to contain himself, regretted now that he'd stopped her. “Fook, I can't get enouf of yeh,” he rasped as he drew back, the lust in her eyes irresistible. “Why dun't yeh get back down and I use yehr pretteh mouf until I'm readeh teh 'ave me way wif yeh...”

She needed no telling twice, sinking back down on her knees.

“Nice 'n slow though, doll,” he warned, stroking his fingers through her hair again, the deep drawl of his voice in contrast to the softness in his eyes, unable to conceal his own need for her. “Y'kno' yeh get greedeh...”

She stared up at him, licking her lips. “I love you, Alexander.”

He swallowed hard. “Fookin'ell, Jade...” His voice was trembling. “Pupa, ti adoro. Ti amo, amore mio.”

[nicknellie]

@over-under-through1 requested: I was wondering if you could do a modern au/nobody dies with Willex and a sleepover/sort of comfort?

Okay, so in my professional opinion, this is probably one of the cutest things I’ve ever written. Thank you for suggesting it, I hope you like it!

Title from All You’re Dreaming Of by Liam Gallagher.

Underneath the Moon

For the first time in almost eighteen years, Alex had the house to himself for an entire night. His father was away on a work trip, some head-office-organised bonding experience he’d been less than excited about; his mother was out of the state entirely, having a girls’ weekend with her four sisters; and his little sister was staying at his aunt and uncle’s house while both parents were away because as responsible as Alex was, he was only seventeen and his parents hadn’t been foolish enough to leave him in charge of a twelve-year-old who had a tendency to dodge rules.

Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited – having free rule of the house felt like a dream come true. The moment he was alone, he had quietly broken every rule that had ever been set out for him: he had worn his shoes in the living room, rested his feet on the furniture, eaten ice cream straight out of the tub, watched a horror movie, and stood in the middle of the living room bellowing curse words for half an hour for no other reason than that there was nobody to stop him. They were petty acts of rebellion, sure, but to Alex they felt freeing and supremely satisfying.

His plan was to have a party. Well, not a party party – there was no way he’d be able to clean up all that mess before his father got home, and having so many people in the house would scare the living daylights out of him. The party would consist of just him and his closest friends having fun together, eating pizza and playing Just Dance and probably sleeping through most of it.

He opened up the group chat which consisted of him, his boyfriend Willie, and his best friends Luke, Reggie, Julie, Carrie, and Flynn. After typing out an invitation for them all, he read it through more times than he could count to make sure all the information was right. But before he could hit send, his phone buzzed with a notification from Willie.

Abandoning his own text, Alex opened up his private chat with just Willie. The text read: I’m feeling a little fragile, do you mind if we hang out?

Usually when Willie felt down it was something to do with his adoptive father, Caleb. They argued a lot, Alex knew, but Willie was normally quite closed off about the whole situation – Alex figured he would talk about it more when he was ready, so he had never pried.

He opened up the group chat and deleted his long message, thankful he hadn’t sent it, before going back to his conversation with Willie. Alex shot back a quick reply asking if Willie wanted to spend the night at his place before he could overthink or regret it.

Alex had stayed over at Willie’s a few times but never on purpose. He often fell asleep while they were having a movie marathon because being wrapped in Willie’s arms like that was sinfully comfortable and Willie radiated heat, so it was easy to doze off. He would wake up in the morning groggy and with no clothes to change into and no toothbrush to use. And Willie hardly ever came to Alex’s house because it was easier for them if they avoided his parents, so he’d never been able to spend the night.

But his parents weren’t here and Willie could be and this time Alex could plan to be with him all night.

Willie replied with an affirmative a moment later and Alex began the slightly unnecessary task of making the house look presentable. There wasn’t a lot to do; his mother had made sure everything was tidy before she had left for the airport, and Alex hadn’t made too much of a mess in his rule-breaking spree earlier. All he needed to do was straighten a few cushions and clear away a few plates and bowls he hadn’t taken to the kitchen earlier.

It was getting dark by the time Willie arrived. Alex could always tell when Willie was at the door because he didn’t ring the doorbell like any normal person, he held the button down and let it ring until somebody answered. It drove Alex’s parents round the bend, which was half the reason Alex found it so endearing.

Willie did the same that night, holding down the button and letting the shrill chime of the doorbell draw Alex to him. When Alex opened the door, Willie was looking up at him with a smile on his face and his board tucked under his arm.

“Hey hotdog,” he greeted, standing up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Alex’s cheek. “Good day?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, wrapping him in a one-armed hug and pulling him inside the threshold of the house. “How about you?”

Willie shrugged evasively. “Great now that I’m with you.”

Alex smiled in return, shut the door behind him, then took Willie’s hand and led him to the living room. They plonked themselves down on the sofa and Willie automatically curled himself around Alex like a koala.

This had been what Alex was expecting – when Willie was down, he did his best to cover it up. He hid his sadness behind avoidance and false smiles, but little gestures (like holding Alex so tightly that he thought he might actually burst) were what gave him away.

Willie picked up the remote and flicked the TV on, landing on a David Attenborough documentary. His eyes were trained on the television like it was all he ever wanted to see, which was how Alex knew that there was something he was avoiding talking about.

“Hey,” he said gently, tilting Willie’s head to face him with two fingers under his chin. “You sure you’re okay?”

Willie swallowed but clearly decided lying wasn’t worth it, giving a short shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just been a long day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Alex pressed carefully. “Because if you do then I’m more than happy to listen.”

He was given a weak smile in return. “Not tonight. Maybe just help me cheer up?”

“Of course,” Alex said, nodding. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, first I want to do this – sit and talk with you. Then I thought we could make cookies, I even brought the ingredients for that amazing recipe you made for my birthday.” He nodded down to a plastic carrier bag that Alex hadn’t seen before, placed down by their feet – he could see an ungodly amount of chocolate in it and couldn’t help but smile. “And I want to sleep with you.”

Alex short-circuited. He had not been expecting that. His face flushed and his mouth bobbed open and closed in a half smile – he didn’t think he could form words anymore.

“Oh, wait, that sounded wrong,” Willie said hurriedly. Alex breathed a little easier. “Not like that. No, I just meant I want to sleep next to you, you know, together. Like I said, it’s been a long day.”

“Right,” Alex said, half-relieved. “Right, okay, that makes more sense.”

Willie giggled – that was always an unfair thing to do because it was guaranteed to make Alex lose his mind – and rested his head on Alex’s shoulder. “I love you, hotdog.”

“I love you too.”

They stayed curled together on the sofa until the documentary finished, Alex gently weaving his fingers through Willie’s hair, Willie clinging to Alex like his life depended on it. It was calm and quiet and hardly anything like what Alex had previously planned for that night, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

As soon as the credits began to roll, though, Willie was up out of his seat, had picked up the bag of ingredients and was making his own way to the kitchen. “Come on, hotdog,” he called over his shoulder, “I’m hungry.”

Smiling fondly, Alex followed him to the kitchen and pulled from a shelf the old recipe book he had used a hundred times as a kid. He used to bake with his mother when he was little because they both enjoyed it and they had fun together – they still baked together every now and then, but it was filled with stony silences rather than banter and the only time either of them spoke was when they asked the other to pass them something.

Still, Alex enjoyed baking and he always would, and it had become his favourite pastime with Willie now. Willie was hopeless in a kitchen, but Alex was a whizz and the combination led to mediocre results – the end product didn’t matter, Alex thought, as long as he and Willie had fun making it.

It didn’t take long for things to descend into chaos, as was to be expected when Willie was placed in a kitchen.

“Willie,” Alex said, reaching for exasperation to cover up the adoration in his voice, “if you keep eating the chocolate chips then there won’t be any left to put in the cookies.”

“Don’t worry,” Willie said dismissively. “I bought plenty, there’s still three bags left.”

“We only need one bag for the cookies, why did you buy so many?”

“To eat,” Willie replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Alex tried to look unimpressed but quickly gave up when Willie fed him a chocolate chip, beaming, and he simply had to smile.

The smile had vanished when he’d smelled burning.

“Is something on fire?” he asked, peering past Willie to the cooker.

There was no fire, thankfully, but the chocolate that Willie had been melting was quickly turning black and sticky and it stank of smoke. Willie let out a curse that would have sent Alex’s mother running for the hills and tried to salvage it in vain, scraping at the sides of the bowl with a spatula, trying to un-burn the chocolate.

To top it off, the smoke alarm started beeping.

“Okay,” Alex said, steering Willie away from the stovetop and handing him a tea towel. “You go wave that at the alarm until it stops beeping, I’ll sort out the chocolate.”

Willie did as he was told, whipping the tea towel around his head like a lasso as he made his way out to the hallway to fight the fire alarm, and Alex turned the heat down on the stove, gently removing the bowl of chocolate. He disposed of it easily enough, but there was some fused to the cooker, so he scrubbed at it to get it off. By the time he’d done as much as he could, there was still a small stain, but it was hardly noticeable. As Willie came back, Alex started melting the chocolate himself.

“Sorry,” Willie said, slipping his arms around Alex’s waist from behind. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s fine,” Alex replied, awkwardly turning his head to place a kiss on the tip of Willie’s nose. “It just means you get one less bag of chocolate chips to eat – I’m using them for this.”

Willie groaned and buried his head between Alex’s shoulder blades, mumbling something about life being so unfair. Alex shook with suppressed laughter.

Alex took over control of the cookies from then on, at Willie’s insistence. It wasn’t the easiest of tasks because Willie refused to let go of him, so whenever he needed to move around the kitchen he had to employ an awkward shuffle so that Willie could come too. Still, by the end they had a fresh, warm, gooey batch of heavily chocolatey cookies and the grin on Willie’s face was worth all the hassle.

Alex watched him take his first bite and smiled proudly as Willie’s eyes closed in contentedness. “Good?” he checked.

“I am so in love with you,” Willie replied. Alex wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or the cookie, but he took it as a win.

They found themselves sprawled on the sofa again, the cookies and a half-eaten packet of chocolate chips between them. They ate in comfortable silence – Alex was conscious that it was almost ten o’clock and that it would be a good idea to go to bed soon and that people weren’t supposed to eat before sleeping, but he ignored those niggling thoughts. He enjoyed simply being with Willie, together in his house for once and happy.

Willie was the one to break the silence.

“I was arguing with Caleb earlier,” he said, looking at the cookies instead of Alex.

“Yeah?” Alex said, careful to keep his voice level. “About what?”

“He wants me to start doing shows at the club again,” Willie sighed. “I thought we agreed months ago that after I turned eighteen I wouldn’t have to do the shows if I didn’t want to. And I don’t want to. But he says that apparently the crowd miss me and I should come back.”

“That sucks,” Alex said, hating how lame it sounded. “I’m sorry. Are you still looking for your own place?”

“There’s practically nowhere in my price range,” Willie said, “but I’m supposed to be viewing an apartment next week that might be doable.”

Alex tried for a smile, reached over and held Willie’s hand. “Well, if it works out then you can move out and you’ll be free. No more guilt trips, no Caleb – you won’t even have to think about going back to the club.”

Willie smiled weakly. “Will you come and view the apartment with me?”

“If you want me to then of course I will. Anything, Willie.”

With one last tiny smile, Willie dropped the subject and finished the last bite of his cookie before checking the time. Alex didn’t miss him stifle a yawn.

“Come on,” he said, tugging Willie’s hand and pulling him up. “You’re tired, let’s go to bed.”

Willie didn’t look too enthusiastic about being made to sleep, but he didn’t protest. While Alex got changed in his bedroom, Willie got ready for bed in the bathroom. Suddenly Alex wasn’t sure how all this worked – was it weird for him to be waiting in the bed when Willie entered the room? Surely it was weirder if he was just stood next to it awkwardly and only got under the covers when Willie came in? Maybe, he thought, he should try to make himself look busy so that he wouldn’t seem strange when Willie came in. He tried it, rummaging around in his chest of drawers, but then realised that if Willie asked what he was looking for he wouldn’t have an answer.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and just climbed into the bed. He picked up his phone and scrolled through social media, just for something to do with his hands. Maybe that would look more natural anyway.

When Willie came into the bedroom, he jumped beneath the bedcovers like it was all he had been wanting to do all day, curling around Alex, resting his head on his chest and his hands on his abdomen. Alex put his phone down and pulled Willie closer, hands clasped around his back. He had no idea why he had been worried about this – doing anything with Willie felt natural and safe, why should this have been any different?

“Thank you for everything, Alex,” Willie said softly.

“It was my pleasure,” Alex returned, burying his face in Willie’s hair. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Willie laughed. It sent shivers down Alex’s spine. “Yeah. I know. Goodnight, hotdog.”

“Goodnight, love.”

But Alex couldn’t sleep. He tried, he really did. For whatever reason, he lay there for hours, unable to drift off. Maybe it was having Willie so close, knowing he would stay that close for a long time. Maybe it was the summer air drifting through his open window, warm and soft even though it was nearing midnight. Maybe it was the fact that he’d gone against his gut and eaten those cookies right before sleeping. Whatever it was, Alex couldn’t sleep.

He moved his head to look at Willie, the tiniest movement possible, and saw that Willie’s eyes were open too.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, tracing Willie’s cheekbone gently with his thumb.

Willie shook his head. “Can you?”

“No,” Alex returned. Then he had an idea. “Wanna do something cool?”

Willie beamed and the two of them clambered out of bed. Alex picked up his duvet then crossed the room to his half-open window and wrenched it open completely. Because of the layout of Alex’s house, his bedroom window led directly onto a gently sloped section of roof. He hoisted himself through the window, then did the gentlemanly thing of helping Willie through too (though he was more than certain Willie could have managed it on his own, more gracefully than Alex had too).

Alex laid the duvet down on the roof like a picnic blanket, sat himself down and patted the space next to him for Willie to join him. The night wasn’t cold – it was summer, so the warm air danced across their faces, keeping them cosy and comfortable while they lay together underneath the moon, watching the stars and the deep night sky.

“I come out here sometimes,” Alex said softly, “because it feels lonely. Not in a bad way, just… it feels so far away from everything and everyone. It’s nice to just be alone sometimes.”

Willie hummed, a gentle response that settled some deep unnameable worry inside Alex’s chest. He softened, melted against Willie, relaxed.

They stayed there for hours, Willie pointing out constellations and giving them names and stories that Alex was almost certain were made up (“That’s Lord Crumpet, he vanquished the dreaded army of Abominable Snow Crabs which is why he has a pincer for a hand.”). It was simply nice.

Once Willie started to yawn, the ends of his nonsense sentences lost to his exhaustion, they crawled back in through the window and back into bed. Warm, close, cuddled, both of them were asleep within seconds.

[evanoracronwell]

Take me home

Malex Cupid 2021 by @malex-cupid​

Day 2: “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

(Warnings: smut)

Also on ao3

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Michael is mesmerized.

Simply and completely mesmerized.

And honestly, very turned on.

Everyone is drinking and having fun at the Wild Pony after the doors were closed leaving just the whole gang. Something Isobel likes to call "quality bonding time" happens weekly and she forces everyone to participate. It usually happens at her house, but today for some reason it's happening at the bar.

And thank God for that.

The night is sultry and hot, the music on the Jukebox is a sensual melody and to Michael's torment, Alex is dancing trapped between Liz and Maria in movements that honestly should be illegal. Even more so, when he's dressed like that.

Jeans tighter than Michael ever thought existed, the light gray Henley and the faded black leather jacket. A long necklace hung around his neck next to the dog tags that Alex had never removed.

Fuck, he looks hot.

That damned airman, he knew exactly the effect he has over Michael, because every second that passed he would look intensely straight at Michael who was squirming, sitting on the bar next to Max.

"Boy ... you're in trouble, aren't you?"

"Damn right I am."

Michael agreed with his brother, because what else should he do besides agreeing, it had been months since the two were single and found themselves in a soft and light friendly relationship that the cowboy never thought possible, especially after all the shit they faced. Maria, Forrest, Jesse, Project Shepherd.

It all seemed like a lifetime ago.

And now everyone was here, celebrating a peaceful life that they all deserved.

Gregory left the dance floor, where he was dancing clinging to Isobel, and approached them a little breathlessly, and served himself to a very cold beer.

"Watch out Guerin, you'll soon drown in your drool" Greg said laughing as he looked at the cowboy who was staring at Alex

"He's doing it on purpose" Michael grunted

"That, my dear brother, is crystal clear"

"He said we should be friends."

"Maybe he is ready to change the relationship status," Max replied.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Gregory smiled.

"I'm going to take my man home."

Without waiting for any comment he was sure would be made, Michael got up leaving his beer on the counter, and walked to the improvised dance floor smiling when Liz and Maria left the moment they realized he was approaching. Alex, the damn tease, just smiled and turned on his back, moving his hips in a slow and totally indecent way. Michael shook his head smiling at the airman audacity, he would fucking love to spend the night sunk in that hot, delicious body. His hands went directly to Alex's hips, pulling him sharply against his waist, making the airman feel his erection against his ass. Alex leaned his head back, leaning against Michael's shoulder, and smiled sighing, for finally feeling those hands on his body.

"The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave."

"It took you long enough."

"You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? Dancing like that, showing off like that. Is this what you wanted, Alex?" Michael whispered against his ear, lightly biting his lobe.

"Yes."

Alex replied completely ecstatic and moved his hips a little more, rolling against Michael's erection making the cowboy moan anxiously as he ran his hands around Alex's waist, pulling him closer against his body as if he were never close enough and Alex wrapped his hands over Michael's, hugging himself in the cowboy's firm, warm arms.

"Do you want me to take you home, baby? Hmm, is that what you want? For me to take you home and take off all of your clothes? Do you want me to take my time opening up to make you ready for me? Wet and loose?" Michael continued to murmur provocations in Alex's ear, who was completely lost in pleasure, just rolling his hips and rubbing himself against Michel, without any shame that someone might be noticing them both. "Do you want me to fuck you, Alex? Do you want my dick deep in that hot hole of yours? Strong and rough, making you feel me for days?"

"Yes, Michael, please ..."

"Just ask for it, baby."

"Take me home. Fuck me, Michael. The way only you know. Please."

If you ask Michael how he managed to drive to the cabin, damn it if he knew.

He just dragged Alex out of the Wild Pony without any farewells to those who stayed, it's not like they didn't know exactly what was going to happen sooner or later. They cling to each other in the parking lot, sloppy and desperate kisses as they hugged themselves pressed into the truck, words and promises made in breathless voices until they managed to move and get inside the truck. The cowboy has never driven so fast in his life, Alex stuck against his body touching him with no shame as he kissed and bit any bare skin he could reach.

Going inside the cabin was ... messy.

The clothes left on the floor on the way to the bedroom, the giggles against each other's lips.

The way he pushed Alex on the bed, seeing how beautifully he looked spread on the sheets. That dark look of desire roaming the cowboy's body.

He took off the airman prosthetic, with such care and affection that he made Alex close his eyes and sigh with emotion at the love that emanated in each gesture of Michael. He kisses the stump right after placing the prosthetic in some corner of the room with the help of his telekinesis, because damn if he would take his hands off that beautiful body. He slid the underwear over Alex's body, sipping every new piece of skin he discovered. Mentally thanking himself for always going commando and not having to waste time in his own underwear, the cowboy lay down, sliding his body over Alex's, both of them moaning when their skins touched completely.

"Tell me what you want baby. Do you want me to take you apart with my fingers slowly until you come? Just for me to fuck you with my cock and make you come again? Or do you want me to fuck you fast, making you feel my dick opening you up? "

"Fuck, anything. Everything. Whatever you want, Michael." Alex pressed his fingers against the cowboy's back moaning as Michael slid his body between his legs, grinding their cocks together. "Just please ... fuck me. I want you. All of you."

"I'm going to baby, fuck Alex I'm going to fuck you so hot baby. I'm not letting you out of this bed anytime soon."

"Hmmm ... and here I was thinking that you would love to fuck me in every corner of this cabin." Alex teased him by biting Michael's lip, pulling him between his teeth.

"Fuck yes. I'll do that. I'm going to fuck you in every corner of this cabin, outside it too."

Michael lifted two fingers to Alex's lips, who opened his mouth immediately, thirsty for whatever the cowboy gave him, groaning sinfully as he felt those long, thick fingers slide slowly down to the bottom of his throat, sucking them eagerly, anxious to feel them inside his hole.

"I'm going to take you outside and fuck you on the hood of my truck Alex, nothing but the moon and stars illuminating your skin, babe."

"Yes, do that. Michael please." He groaned, murmuring against Michael's fingers.

Michael slid his lips down Alex's body until he reached that glorious huge cock he adored, groaning with anticipation and with his mouth salivating he swallowed every bit of that cock, taking it all until he felt his nose pressed against Alex's belly, the few hairs tickling his face. His other hand gripped Alex's hips, which moved uncontrollably as he moaned delightfully on Michael's fingers, sucking them even more eagerly and smearing them with saliva.

The cowboy wasted all the time in the world sucking on that cock, sliding slowly until he felt the head touch the tip of his tongue and then sinking reaching again the back of his throat, loving the sensation of almost losing his breath with the cock he thought that he would never have again in his hands, in his mouth, in his ass. Damn, he loved Alex's cock, the taste, the texture, the feel of him against his tongue, his throat. It was just delicious. And he feasted on it, swirling his tongue over it, biting lightly, but hard enough to make Alex cry out in pain, asking for more. Begging for more.

Desperate fingers curled between his curls, pushing his mouth down, forcing Michael to take even more of that cock and the cowboy allowed it, he released Alex's hip and let the airman fuck his mouth any way he wanted, taking it all what Alex gave him, letting his mouth be used for his pleasure while he rubbed himself against the sheets without knowing what was giving him more pleasure, the muffled moans as Alex hungrily sucked his fingers or the feeling of having his mouth getting fucked. Without any warning, he felt the delicious salty taste invade his mouth and Michael groaned relaxing his throat, swallowing to the last drop.

Without giving Alex any time to recover he removed his fingers from Alex's mouth and turned him roughly off the bed, leaving him face down and loving the sight of that beautiful, firm, round ass he adores. Kneeling between the airman legs, he spanked that ass loudly with both hands making Alex's moan echo through the room as his hips involuntarily rose up chasing those hands, asking for more.

"Do you like that baby?" Michael asked hoarsely through his abused throat. "Did you like to feel my hands spanking that hot ass of yours?"

"Yes."

"Want more?"

"Fuck ... Michael, yes!"

"Well ... I'm here to please you baby"

Then he spanked, once ... twice ... three times, leaving the skin beautifully red while enjoying hearing the sounds of his hand against the soft flesh as much as he loved hearing Alex's desperate moans. Asking for more, begging for more.

"Damn Alex ... you beg so beautifully, babe."

And how could the cowboy resist, that beautiful red ass right in front of him asking to be touched, fucked, eaten. And he always loved the taste of Alex.

"Holy shit ... fuck ... shit ... Oh God."

Alex screamed, lifting his hips as he felt that hot, wet, hungry tongue sinks into his hole, Michael's fingers spreading his ass, eating him in a way as if Michael was hungry for him, for his hole. Damn Alex loved that, feeling Michael's tongue fucking him in a slow, deep way, leaving him wet and ready to take his dick. There was no better way.

"So good ... Michael ... more."

"Just like that ... beg for me, babe."

Michael murmured against his hole before eating it again, he felt his saliva lubricating that hot, tight hole that he counted the seconds to fuck, to sink his dick until he came inside him. Feeling like Alex rubbed his ass against his face and begged for more, and fuck, how Michael loved to hear that man pleading, anxious and needy, crying in sobs as he rubbed himself against the sheets and the cowboy didn't even need to touch to know that that beautiful cock of him, was getting hard again. His own cock, writhing with abandon, hard as a rock and swollen, aching for Alex.

"Please...please."

A long, loud moan and Michael smiled feeling Alex coming again, his body already sweaty and shaking, spread out on the bed, breathless and beautiful ... so beautiful.

"Do you think you can take me, baby?" Michael murmured, lying down next to Alex, his chest pressed to the airman's back, brushing his cock against Alex's hole teasingly.

"Michael ..." completely speechless and with his body dismantled the airman just begged, groaning for the cowboy.

"Yeah, you can. One more baby, just one more. You can come again, can't you? Just with my cock this time, fucking your beautiful and tight hole. Just the way you like it"

"Yes ... I ... Michael ... please."

"Condom?" he questioned, mentally begging Alex to say no.

"Only you, I want to feel you, I want to feel your cum inside me"

The airman murmured, forcing his body to move and brushing his ass against Michael's erection as the cowboy growly holding him around the waist, trying to control himself after hearing those words. His hips moving against Alex's ass, his dick, dripping with pre-cum, sinking deliciously into that hungry hole that took him, anxiously, opening up for him. Taking him until the last inch, involving him with that warmth that only Alex had, making Michael groan and press his whole body against Alex's back. Their bodies joined and completely inert, his face sunk in Alex's hair damp with sweat, smelling wonderfully of sex and that smell that was Alex, just and only Alex.

Michael loved that smell.

He groaned again when he felt Alex's ass moving against his cock and gripped his lover's hips tightly, preventing him from moving.

"No. Just don't babe. You have no idea how much I'm controlling myself to not fuck you with all the strength that I have Alex, just, let me breathe for a moment, darlin'."

"Don't hold yourself," Alex murmured and turned his face just enough to look the cowboy in the eye. "Fuck me, Michael, hard. Show me that you own me. No one else. Just you."

"Fuck ... Alex ..."

"Fuck me, cowboy. Said you would make me feel you for days."

"Fuck, yes."

No more trying to control himself, he pulled his body away, taking his entire length from Alex's hole only to then sink it mercilessly, rough, taking a cry from the lips of the airman who raised one arm and dipped his fingers in Michael's curls pulling him for open-mouthed and sloppy kisses. His body moved, rippling in a sensual dance, fucking Alex the way he had been wanting for months, brutally, possessing him and making him understand that no one else could touch and fuck him. Only Michael.

"Mine."

He said possessively against Alex's mouth, lost in the sound of his hip hitting Alex's ass, his dick sliding in and out of the wet hole, the sensual moans, the pleas they both made.

"Yours."

Alex stated, his voice hoarse and his body moving against Michael's, loving every second he felt the cowboy's cock sink into him, claiming him. He was so sensitive, two orgasms, and his body was already shaking, knowing it wouldn't be long before the third one come.

"Damn Alex, you feel so good baby, so tight and warm. I swear I could spend my whole life fucking you."

"Yes, do that..."

And Michael did, fucked him roughly, hitting his prostate with every push, his mouth leaving bite marks and hickey all over Alex's neck and shoulder, as he shivered and sobbed, clinging to Michael's curls, begging, always begging, exactly how he knew Michael loved it. And when he came a third time, Michael didn't stop, he fucked him through orgasm, even harder pounding mercilessly against his prostate seeking his own release, using Alex's hole for his own pleasure. Alex just sank into the bed, held in Michael's arms, and let himself be used, moaning against the pillow with every move against his worn and sensitive hole, he was really going to feel Michael for days, and fuck, he was looking forward to it. How he loved it, the feeling of his body already worn and taken apart after a wonderful orgasm, being used, being fucked by that huge, thick cock.

"Alex ..."

That ... like that, moaning for him, running his body with those huge hands, marking his skin with those warm lips. Nothing in the world felt better than that, being loved by Michael Guerin. Alex smiled, knowing perfectly well that Michael was on the verge of his orgasm, savoring the feeling that he would soon be filled with Michael's cum.

"Baby ... I ..."

"Inside. Inside me Michael."

He murmured hearing Michael groan hoarsely, flooding the room with a growl as he sank further into his hole, filling him with his cum and making Alex press his ass against the cowboy's waist, yes, deeper ... deeper. Fuck, it was never deep enough. After what seemed like hours, the cowboy felt his body collapse and let himself cuddle against Alex, pressing his chest against the back of the airman harder, his face again sunk in his hair now even more sweaty, his cock still, now beginning to soften, lodged in Alex's hole. His hand slid down the airman body until he found his hand that was still clinging to the pillow, his fingers almost white and the cowboy held it lightly, making Alex release his grip on the pillow and intertwine his fingers, his mouth slid in an almost non-existent caress against Alex's back making the airman sigh happily.

"I hope you know that we are together now."

Michael murmured, sinking his face back into Alex's neck, who snorted a laugh.

"I sure hope so."

"I don't think I can move."

"Good. So stay like this, until tomorrow morning cowboy."

"Why? Are you planning to kick me out of your cabin as soon as the sun rises?"

"Definitely not. But you promised to fuck me in every corner of this cabin and if I'm not mistaken, you mentioned something about the hood of your truck. I'm holding on to that promise."

Alex said in the most seductive voice possible after reaching three orgasms and Michael felt his body squirm.

Fuck...

[insidious-intent]

Tarlos college AU? Maybe Owen is a professor? Thank you!

I’m very sorry for the delay, nonnie. But this took on a life of its own. Please note this is an explicit fic. 

The Subtle Art of Seduction

“Here we goooo! Shots for everyone and a non-alcoholic drink for Marjan!” Paul screamed, bringing over 3 shots and a small drink glass to their table. The bar was packed with returning seniors, a whole bunch of grad students, and even a few sturdy underclassmen. Their usual table had thankfully been empty and the small group of friends had descended as soon as they all returned to campus. 

They had all congregated the first night of returning to campus, happy to be in each other’s company. Paul, Marjan, Mateo, and TK were all in their last year of undergrad, and the summer before had been busy with internships for everyone. 

TK toasted the shots and took the pull, relishing in the burn of alcohol down his throat. He elbowed Marjan, who was happy with the non-alcoholic drink in her hand. 

“So this is it, Marwani. We’re in the penultimate semester,” he started, smirking at his friend. “Are you finally going to make a move?” 

Marjan rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh, so I’m sure you’ll be fine with Suzie hanging out in Bilal’s room tonight,” TK responded. He knew he was being a little shit, but they were in their final year and he wasn’t going to let this go. He had watched Marjan quietly pine over a classmate for years now, and he wasn’t going to let her watch from a distance as Bilal got seduced by some other girl. 

Marjan’s face said everything about how she felt about TK’s words. “There is no way Bilal is going to go for a lush like Suzie! He’s too worried about his summer internship to be that distracted.” TK grinned. After three years of being classmates and friends, TK knew exactly what buttons to push, and Marjan always fell for it. 

“You have only a few months, maybe six months at the most to tell him how you feel,” TK said. Mateo piped up from the other side of the table, “this is your last chance, babe.” 

Marjan groaned loudly. “Well what about pretty boy over here?” she said, pointing at TK. “He hasn’t gone out with a single person since the end of freshman year.” 

Paul nodded his head so hard, TK wanted to call him a bobble head. “Yeah bro, we haven’t seen you do anything with anyone for two years now!” 

TK groaned dramatically. “Yeah well the dating pool ain’t all that deep here at UT Austin. But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about our girl here being brave.” 

Mateo and Marjan looked at TK with a glint in their eyes that has spelled trouble since all four of them were grouped for a Psych project in the first semester of freshman year. 

Back then it was all about being as reckless as possible, knowing TK was the son of Professor Owen Strand, and at eighteen that was the level of authority fit for rebellion. 

But then TK’s dad was appointed as the college dean, Alex, his boyfriend of a year broke up with him, and the rebellious phase ended abruptly right after. 

His friends were still staring at him, “what what?” he asked. 

Everyone smiled at him in a way that promised trouble. Marjan was the one who spoke up, “I’ll ask Bilal out if you ask out a hottie tonight.” From the mirroring smiles on Paul and Mateo’s faces, TK knew he was going to be outnumbered here. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands. If this is what got Marjan to finally make a move, then he would happily take one for the team. 

“I know you all think I’m some type of prude now, but you know what Marjan, you’re on,” he said with a smirk of his own. 

Clearly he had the number of every one of his friends, because they all stopped smiling, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“We’re on?” Mateo asked. 

“Yep,” TK responded, making sure to sound the p with an extra obnoxious pop. “I’ll definitely ask out a guy tonight, and then Marjan gets to ovary up and ask Bilal out.” 

“And we pick who you ask!” Paul interjected. TK glared at him, but refused to back down. He was on a mission that night. 

“Fine, you pick who I ask,” he said, with only lightly gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes at Mateo and Paul high-fiving, and smirked at Marjan who was looking only a little frazzled. “What do you say, Marwani?”

TK hadn’t seen Marjan back down from a challenge in three years, so he was gratified to not be proven wrong. “You’re on, pretty boy,” Marjan said, “let’s go find you a hottie!” 

***

TK approached the guy standing at the bar, with his back towards TK. A soft looking brown leather jacket, and sinfully tight black jeans were all TK could see, but he had to hand it to his friends - they didn’t pick wrong. 

“Buy me a pizza?” he said to the stranger with an ass to bounce a quarter off of. The stranger turned and TK almost took a step back. The guy was a certifiable hottie, and suddenly TK was a lot more invested in the bet. 

“Excuse me?” the handsome stranger asked with a little confused smile, showing off perfect cheekbones. 

“I said buy me a pizza, handsome stranger,” TK responded, a little bewildered at the words tumbling out of his mouth. 

The lovely and still handsome stranger raised an eyebrow, “and why should I buy you a pizza?” 

“How else would we get to know each other before the sex?” 

The stranger’s eyes darkened as he took a moment to check TK out from head to toe, and TK felt heat thrumming through him. This was going to be easier than he thought. 

“Or we could skip the pizza and you could take me to your place right now,” he said, knowing he had won this round. 

***

TK barely heard the door slamming behind them, too busy kissing the beautiful stranger while also trying to get his shirt off. The kisses had started out tentative, slow, and awkward, but hadn’t stayed that way too long. By the time they’d reached the guy’s apartment, TK was vibrating with need. He couldn’t stop touching the guy, hands moving up and down the expanse of a strong, broad back. TK felt dizzy with desire, moving to pull at the guy’s pants, even as his own shirt was unbuttoned and thrown away faster than a blink. 

“I’m TK,” he panted between biting kisses, “what’s your name?” 

The guy pulled back and smirked at him. “Carlos. Glad you asked, so you’ll be screaming the right name tonight.”

Fuck the guy, Carlos, and his husky gravelly voice. TK groaned as he felt teeth on his collarbone, closing his eyes as Carlos walked him back towards a giant couch. When Carlos pulled off his own shirt in one smooth move, TK almost saw stars, working to take the rest of his clothes off even faster. The man was built like a brick house - all hard angles and strong muscles. He moved to cover TK with his entire body, kissing - deep, heated kisses - and TK felt like he’s on fire from the inside. He pushed Carlos back for a second, just enough to breathe for a moment and look at Carlos - eyes dark and hungry. 

“Sit back,” TK ordered, and Carlos fumbled to comply, pushing his back onto the couch. 

TK made quick work of crawling up Carlos’ body and peeling off his boxer briefs, kissing the sensitive skin inside the thighs. 

“TK,” Carlos groaned, making TK smile, and he quickly licked at the leaking slit. Carlos shot out a hand behind him to grip the back of the couch, a long moan ripping through him. TK wanted to take his time, he felt a little giddy at the taste, at Carlos’ reaction. But his own cock was so hard he felt dizzy, and he gripped the base of Carlos’ cock tightly, taking as much of it in his mouth as he could. 

Carlos moaned something indistinct as TK continued to move his mouth over his cock, moving his free hand to stroke the soft skin behind his balls. He felt bold, but he wasn’t sure if Carlos would take kindly to his assumptions about opening Carlos up. He decided to take a chance, moving to remove his mouth from Carlos’ cock with an obscene pop and a trail of saliva shining bright. 

“Lube?” he asked, figuring it was the safest way to get an answer. He wasn’t even done with the thought process before a packet of lube was slapped on his palm, and he wasted no time getting his fingers slick. 

“TK, TK, come on,” Carlos chanted, as TK swirled his tongue around the head, easing up so he could press it flat against the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing along the vein. He kept up the torture while pressing his fingers against Carlos’ hole, getting it slick, feeling two of his fingers slide in easily. A low and fervent fuck was the only response he got, as he pulled up to see Carlos gone all glassy eyed, flushed and breathing hard, as TK pulled up and stroked him in rhythm with the press of his fingers inside Carlos. 

“You wanna come for me, handsome?” TK purred, actually purred, bewildered by his own body’s response to Carlos. Carlos just made a choked off little moan and suddenly TK’s hand was full of come. Carlos just moaned and whimpered his way into post-orgasm sensitivity. 

“You’re really good at that,” Carlos slurred a little, pushing his legs apart to give TK’s fingers inside him even more access. 

“Come here,” he asked, pulling at TK’s shoulders until TK chuckled and moved up, sliding up Carlos’ body to kiss him slow and measured. Which turned into a deep groan as he guided his cock into Carlos’ ass. The tight heat of Carlos, the sliding slick sweat between them, miles and miles of responsive body under him, all working to drive him insane. 

“Please, please, please,” Carlos chanted, and TK could feel where he was half-hard already, and TK’s slow steady rhythm faltered. That voice was making him feel frantic. 

“I got you, baby,” TK breathed into a slick collarbone, skin flush. The pace was tortuously slow for him too, on that knife-edge between so-good-it-hurt and hurt-because-it’s-so-good, and the room was almost oppressive in its heat and silence. The only sounds in the room were the whirring of the central air and the wrecked mess of their breathing, arrhythmic and shuddering.

He could feel himself losing it, the smooth glide of his hips going shaky and uncontrolled until he gave into the need, buried himself in Carlos and came. He felt Carlos’ sharp inhale and the clutch of his orgasm in addition to the slick heat buried between them.

He tried to roll them over but they ended up on the plush rug on the floor, and TK felt like he was just going to pass out for the rest of the night right there. But Carlos got up and went somewhere, coming back with a wet and warm towel to wipe him clean. What a gentleman. 

“It’s late,” Carlos whispered, running his hands over TK’s side, tracing his tattoo. “You should stay.”

TK couldn’t find a fault in the logic. 

***

The blaring of the alarm almost made him throw his phone away. TK rolled over in the hands-down most comfortable bed he’d slept in, and snatched his phone before it could go off again. He looked and it seemed to say 7am. Holy fuck. 

He jumped up and ran around the room, grabbing every item of his clothing he could find. He saw Carlos roll over and stare at him with such warm and sleep filled eyes, he almost said fuck it and climbed back into bed. 

“You pulling a runner, handsome?” Carlos asked, voice just as sleepy and warm as the rest of him. TK wanted so badly to not leave.

But the memory of Prof. Blake’s academic requirements blared loudly in his head. She would kill him with extra work if he was late to the first day. 

“I’m so sorry, but I have a class at 8, and my professor is a hard ass,” he said, trying to be as apologetic as possible. 

For some reason, Carlos sat up in bed. “Oh shit, so do I,” he said, jumping up to grab a pair of boxer-briefs. 

He was kind enough to give TK an extra toothbrush but TK still needed to grab coffee, so he just pushed a kiss against Carlos’ lips and took off for campus. 

He had to actually skip coffee so he would make it in time for the class, and his whole body and brain were screaming at him by the time he got in the room. Paul and Marjan were already seated, and Mateo was making his way over. TK walked over and dropped in the chair so gracelessly, he almost tumbled off, only saved by Marjan’s quick hand on his sweatshirt. 

“Walk of shame, Strand,” Marjan said, a smirk firmly on her face. “I’m astounded.”

“All’s fair in war, Marwani. Now pay up,” he said, a smirk of his own aimed at her. Marjan’s smirk dropped, and she glared as TK stared at Bilal walking up to sit in front of their row. Who said TK couldn’t do a good deed, and be dicked six ways to Sunday. The next five minutes were an exercise in sheer delight, watching Marjan steel herself, play with her scarf for a full thirty seconds, and then finally tap Bilal on the shoulder. 

“Hey Marwani,” Bilal turned, with a smile that had turned TK’s stomach upside down back in freshman year. Now he was happy to sit back and watch his best friend work her magic. 

“So hey, I was thinking,” Marjan started, voice oddly high. “Watchu doin on Friday?”

Bilal’s jaw almost dropped. “Are you…asking me out?”

Marjan’s shoulders immediately rose, and TK saw Paul move forward at the same time he did. If they had to beat up a really good looking guy for insulting his best friend, TK was ready to throw down. 

“What if I was?” Marjan said.

Bilal threw his head back and laughed. “I have been trying for three whole years to get the courage to ask you out. But you beat me to that too.” His smile was brighter than the sun, and both TK and Paul slumped back in their chairs. TK was never going to let Marjan forget that giggle that came out of her as a response. He elbowed her, knowing how happy she was, and knowing they were absolutely going to be discussing her date plans. 

Dr. Blake walked in at exactly seven fifty nine am, and the resulting commotion lay an end to the most satisfying morning scene. Dr. Blake walked up to the front of the class, and started the projector, sharing her laptop screen and tacking on her lapel mic. 

“Welcome back seniors,” she started. “All of you should know the drill of this class by now, so I won’t bore you by going over the details again. But there’s one change I want to talk about today.” She moved to stand in front of the class. “You all know Nancy has moved back to New York to take professorship at NYU.” A few boos echoed at the name, and Dr. Blake smiled at that. “Yes yes we hate them yanks. But this means I have a new TA, and he’s going to be running everything with an iron fist.” She motions to a figure sitting in the very corner of the front row, and TK can’t help but feel a strong sense of familiarity staring at that profile. 

The figure stood up to turn and wave at the class. TK felt the blood drain from his entire face, and from the Marjan had clutched his arm in a death like grip, he wasn’t the only one shocked. 

“Say hello to your new TA, Carlos Reyes, everyone,” Dr. Blake said.

TK was fucked. 

[c-atm]

Proudful Anniversary

"Hmm?"  Connie droned in concentration, looking at the assortment of choices in front of her, laid across her bed, arms crossed and head slightly hanging to the left."What would get him really, really rev him up?" 

She picked up a small black mesh teddy with a lacy ribbon before sighing and putting it back down. Her eyes caught an Icy blue babydoll with pink tanga panty.  "Hmm..No."

Maybe the green and blue corset, No. She turned, and her eyes broadened at the red ribbon bra and panty set. "Oh... That was a good time...The body painting, touching...So fun, but...This is a holiday special." She placed it down, fondly looking at it... 

It was one of her favorites...

"Dizzy? Jacko, maybe?" she'd put both costumes into consideration…"Doesn't feel right without him being Ky or Sol...or a camera." 

Connie groaned. He has been gone for a whole month and was coming back tonight...Hell, he might be on his way now, and she couldn't decide on what sexy thing she could put on go tease and please the love of this and every other one of her lives. 

"I know Mister won't care. I could be coming out of work at R&D...Wearing work from R&D, and he'd still see me as desirable... It's only right that I live up to it." She sighed as she fell back on their bed before turning to the closet...

Her eyes widened as she saw it. "That's it.."

It was sexy on her; it made her feel good when she wore it; it drove him batty with loving lust, and..it meant something to them both—one of their most precious remembrances. She smiled as said memory hit her and made her heart and pelvis warm. With a giddy smile, she bounced and from the bed to get the outfit.

Steven walked in a few hours later, finished making his rounds around LHW. Smile on his face as he saw the candlelit arrangement with strawberries on the living room table. 

"What is all this about?" He pondered, popping a strawberry into his mouth.  As he was about to pick another when warm palms blinded him, and another feminine warmth pressed his back.

"Guess who?"

Steven smirked as he heard the teasing sing-song voice of Connie. "Well, either a luscious lioness, a mischievous minx, or my naughty, playful Heartberry. It's a 20-20-60 chance that it is Heartberry, though."

"Congrats," She kissed the back of his head gently and snuggled into his broad back. "Welcome home, Mister."

"It's good to be home," He responded with a smirk. "So what's all this bout, Heart?" He pointed towards the setup. "And what are you hiding by the by…" He reached to remove her hands from obstructing his view.

"Wait!" Connie ordered as she removed her hands before holding him by the chest. "Don't turn around, not yet. I want it to be a surprise for you, Bisky."

"Oh. What's the occasion, Nini?" He popped another berry into his mouth.

She giggled. "Don't you know the date, or has all that traveling made you lost to time?"  She kissed his trapezoid tenderly, getting a bit of a shiver from him. 

"October 21st?"

"It's midnight," she kissed his spine, getting another shiver and sigh. "You were out all day, giving everyone your attention."

"So? it's October 22nd." 

She laughed into his back when the date left his mouth, feeling the shock and excitement run through her Mister. 

"The anniversary of our war game." His voice was full of fondness and admiration as he held her hands in his, kissing the palms. 

"Also, the anniversary of our time at Empire City." She added, holding him by the waist. "Been a year since then. We've done so much."

"True, we certainly have...We've gotten more intimate with each other." 

Connie gave him a bit of a nip on his tail bone due to his pervy tone, making him yelp " That's true," she chuckled. "Gave you a great birthday."

"Yeah, you certainly did. Kept me on my toes, running all over, playing your mad game. Like some birthday Riddler, or Joker."

"I prefer birthday dungeon master." She teased, "Besides, you got some cool gifts, and you loved it all. I got video proof." She retorted with a sigh, "Plus, you gave me one first. Cosplays, photoshoots, parades, chases through the city, meeting Wanda and Alex... "her grip tightened as her voice got a little more sensual, and her lips came close to his ear " The time in our hotel room... The night in our hotel room ."

"Which one?"

"Both."

The two laughed in quiet devotion.

"Well,you did ask me to sink it in."  His voice smug and relaxed, getting a slightly tighter grip from her.

"I did, and you certainly delivered...Cocky."

"And you love it."

She sighed, "Stars know I do…" She admitted, 

"Provocative Minx." He teased, getting a laugh from the researcher.

"I prefer Lubricious Lioness, thank you. Also, you are not innocent in that issue, hippy ." 

Steven scoffed. "Not my fault you have a majestic...Everything."

She smirked, "But you prefer my hips and my ' heart,' more than anything."

"Your fault, since that damn dance in your old room."  He argued weakly.

"Oh, you mean the one where you asked to live in between a wall and my butt...My 'heart.' She jest, "Who would have guessed you'd get your wish months after?"

"I figure the answer is you...You did give me keys, after all." 

"Best. Decision. Ever." She joyfully laughed. "I always get breakfast, lunch, and or dinner, just in case I miss any one of them." She hummed before going silent.

"Connie-?"

 "You take way too good care of me, Mister." Connie gave him another kiss. "I'm so thankful for you."

 "You don't have to thank me for that." Steven declared.

She shook her head. "You don't know just how much it means, the things you do for me. Definitely, this year. All the time, you were there for me. Rather it's with a meal, to talk to me, being that person I could lean on and vent to, keeping me from getting to wrap-up in work or reprimand me when I needed it." Connie laughed, sniffing a bit. "For the big things too like my birthday..and actually giving me Valentine's day I want to remember...For unknowingly accepting my invitation and moving in with me."

"Hey, where's all this coming from, now?" Steven asked, a bit concerned by the slight dampness of his back. 

"Nothing...No wait, it is something." She wiped her eyes. " It's a lot of things, but it easily boils down to one thing...I love you...You're my best friend, the best thing that ever happened to me. I appreciate you for everything you've done for me, with me- " 

"To you." He added with a slightly lecherous lingo.

She chuckled, "Yes. To me as well, my mischievous Mister. Though I always thank you for that." 

"You give as good as you get, Naughty Heartberry." He smirked. "I wanna see you...Know it supposed to be a gift, but I want to look you in those midnight eyes of yours."

"Mmm…Why do you have I be so..Charming " She released him and stepped back from her chuckling partner, with a blush as he turned around. It grew more when she saw his facial expressions. 

"Oh...Wow." Stevens' mouth went dry, and his toes curled at the visage in front of him as his heart rammed itself into his chest repeatedly, and his gem burned with craving and desire, the same as the last time.

The last time, when the outfit hung off her curves loosely, stopping right at the highest part of her thigh and made her look sinfully, innocently teasing. 

This time with her body a year fuller, a bit taller with lean muscle, with more pronounced curves, arches, and angles, that allowed her to fill out the outfit to the point it stopped right at her hip, giving a perk of what was under; she was honest to God temptress out of a fantasy, and just like last time.

It was effortless. 

"Happy Anniversary, Mister." She smiled innocently as she scratched the back of her head with sleeves a bit too long. "I know, it's a bit of a cop-out but.." she went low in tone. "It was what I was wearing in Empire City a year ago. When we started to get truly, physically intimate...and I ~mmmmm~hmmm~hmmm~ ! "  

She was interrupted by Steven sealing her mouth with his own. The feel of his right hand upon her cheek, of his bottom lip, finding its way between her own as he sucked on her upper lip, and his tongue as it gently massages her top teeth and gums. She couldn't help but swoon and melt for him, just like always.

'chu !' They broke the kiss, leaving her in a slightly, giggly love-drunk gaze.  

"Oh, wow, hehe." Connie grinned as she shifted in place. "All that for putting on your black turtleneck and green boy-shorts set." She teased, only to yelp in surprise when he lifted her over his shoulder and guided her to the couch. "My Mister's manhandling me," She laughed as he sat on the couch and straddled her upon his lap, facing him, his hands on her hips, hers own folded upon his nape.

"What's that look on your face, Hubby." She teased, resting her forehead on his, looking at his eyes. The impassioned gaze they held. 

 "Thank you."

"Hmm." She gave him a sly grin, "For what? The outfit? Eep! -Chu !- " That got her hip a pinch and her lips a peck, both she welcomed warmly.

"A bit " He grinned as squeezed her bottom, watching her chest hiked as Connie took a deep breath.

"A bit, huh?." She whispered in a husky tone, biting her lips.

"Well, more than a bit. -Chu- , but real talk. All playfulness aside -Chu- , Thank you." He caressed her cheek. "Thank you for all the fun memories. My birthday, the performance in new year's...For letting me pamper you on Valentine's morning....and your birthday." He gave her a fox grin, "Eh-hehe, for February 15th…"

"Yeah...Think I ended up enjoying that more than you, Bisky -Chu!- It was fun being your canvas...Letting you have your way and all." She poked his nose, getting a grin.

"I don't know. Complimenting you for two hours straight. Making you a blushing mess, that was a highlight of my year." He teased, getting a slap on his chest. 

"I think you just like making me a jumble of nerves."

"Turning my lioness to a cub. It's a joy to be embraced..." He laughed before stroking her ear with his thumb."Not to say, I don't like being your toy as well." Hearing her hum and lean into his machinations with a loving smile made his heart soar. "Thank you for that too."

"I love it when you call me 'Lioness' or 'Cub." She mewled, "Guess that makes you a cat-toy, though." 

"You certainly had the tail and ears to prove it at one point." He grinned. "Thank you for letting me treat you like this... "His grin dropped to a small smile " For letting me love you like this and for loving me. For all the affection you showed me. For all the times you dropped or worked remotely to spend time for me. All the silly games that remind me of our childhood. All the time, you helped me with my ambassador duties, helping me with my speeches and all..…. All the times you were there when everything felt too much; ...For giving me a home. Not just having a place to come to but somewhere warm and joyous- For..this." He waved his hand, "For doing things like this. it's really… Amazing."

He kissed her short and sweet. "You're amazing. Damn, you're so...Heart-swelling... Not only do you make me love you, but I'm proud." 

"P-Proud?" Connie stammered, turning her face away in a basement.

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" He started, "I get to come home to my best friend. My wonderful, ingenious, strong, captivating lioness of a best friend."  He added, holding her chin up to face him. "Heartberry, being partners with you, is one of the greatest pride in my life." He declared, kissing Connies' forehead before she pulled the turtleneck up to cover her face and showing more of her green set.

"Connie, you ok?" 

She didn't respond to his teasing tone, verbally, but nodded on as she rested her head on his chest, humming as she rubbed her back." Punk." She said, muffled. "You know what saying that you're proud does to me." She lectured gently.

"Admittedly," He lightly pulled the turtleneck down to see her face, marooned with a pouty smirk."Small part it feeds that well-deserved ego of yours." He chuckled.

"I don't have an Eg- mmmhh~hmm!"

* CHU !*

Steven smirked, looking at her shocked but satisfied face."I know...All you do..all you have done and will do, never clouded your mind. Only serving to humble you more, and push you to your next goal." He nuzzled against the bridge of her nose. "It's one of the reasons why I'm proud to say that you chose me to share this thing we have with me," he grinned as he stole another kiss, " also, it gives me a whole bunch of reasons to brag about you." 

"You- you don't really do that, right?"  She blushed.

"Oh, you know, I do. You can ask Spinel and Yellow about how I talk you up to other delegates.

"Steven." She moaned in embarrassment as she snuggled closer. "Why?"

"Because you deserve to be known and acknowledged." He answered.

"But I am. The diamonds, The gems, Little Homeworld, R&D. They see me...More than that. ..You see me." She glanced at him. "You have for years...The very first person who saw 'me' ..." Connie laid her forehead upon Steven's, her married cheeks becoming more heated. "I want you to be proud of what you see… Just like I am when I see you." She confessed.

Steven's face took a shade of bubblegum before a smile split his face. "There's not a moment I'm not proud of you, little try-hard." He grinned before gaining a kiss from his Heartberry...

"Maybe, but your *-chu-* adoration is worth *-chu-* the effort.". she kissed him one last time before hopping off his lap to stand. " Speaking of efforts, let me show you the fruit of mines." She held out her hand to grasp, beaming when Steven took it.

"You seem eager," Steven commented with a playful husk as he followed a bouncing and strutting Connie up their stairs. "Making it kind of hard to concentrate, though." He added as his eyes got more than a bit of thigh, hip, and green cloth with each step.

"Oh, you're concentrating on exactly where I want you to." She smirked, putting a bit more twist in her hips to give him bit lips.

" Mm~mm ! Teasing Minx."

She did. "Like when you call me that too."

When they got to the top of the stairs, she led him past their bedroom and towards the recently installed 'room.' It's don't was reminiscent of the crystal gems temple door, sans gemstones.  In their place was a hard-light handprint reader. Pressing her hand inside caused the door to glow a bluish light before sliding open.

Within was a room that could only be described as 'Connie Maheswaran.' Inside was an endless hall of a traditional-looking south-Asian palace with perpetual sunlight gleaming through its windows; full bookshelves as far as the eye can see furnished the castle with it's red, gold, and yellow walls adorned with swords and violins.

"I always liked your room; it's like a fantasy ballroom library mixed," Steven said as he looked around. "Better than my pink clouds."

"I like how imaginative your room is," Connie answered. "But this isn't what I came to show you." She looked up taken a deep breath.

"Room: Oct 22!"

Steven watched as the room changed from a palace to a familiar setting. A very sentimental one. The king-size bed, the white walls with a flat-screen embedded in the northern border, the dresser and mirror on the east wall and the door to the bathroom on the west wall, and the ceiling mirror looking back above the bed.

"Is...Is this our hotel room from Empire City?" Steven asked as he sat in the bed. "This feels like the same bed." 

"Do you like it?" She smirked gently. " I know, we could have just gone tomorrow, no problem...But, I wanted to bring the memory to you. Since you just returned from traveling." Her smirk relaxed to smile, a shy one. " So...Did I impress you?"

Steven could only nod. "Did she impress me? She asks." He joked. A wickedly caring grin on his face, " Yes. Of course, you did; how couldn't I be impressed by this, by you…What's this about, Heartberry?

"It's simple." She walked up to Steven, straddling his lap, "My gift to you is the recreation of that night, that first time we gave each other our everything; it took a while... Been working on this reality since you left."

"A whole month?" He inquired with his eyes wide open as she nodded. "You took a whole month to recreate our first time?" He chuckled as he looked at her, drinking her image in. The way his turtle neck fit her, the way the light of the moon gave her a near ethereal glow, the carnal and passionate aura that radiated from her, just like last year.

Just more. 

"I'm your little ' Try-hard .' Remember?" She pushed him down onto his back, looking down at him with a loving and libidinous smile as she felt him palming her seat. "So, of course, I'm gonna try hard to give you the best anniversary ever.." She admitted as she bit under his chin, caressing his temple as she did. "To show you how thankful I am for this year."

Steven sighed at the feel of her manipulations, squirming under her a bit. "Now, well, I'd be remiss... Hhmmm~mmmm .. " He paused as to bask at the sound of her melodious giggle as nipped along his ear. " If I didn't meet you, half-way."

"Oh, you're definitely past 'half-way .' Not really hiding your ' pride' now are you, Mister." She teased as she pressed herself a bit more on him holding him close.

"Not trying to." He gave her a devilish smirk before turning over suddenly, positioning her under him, and him between her knees. He looked at her bit lip smile, her raven hair backdrop, the turtleneck that rode up to half her torso—his palms on her boy-short covered hips.

"You're quite proud , indeed." Connie arched her left brow.

"Of you." He started, tracing her lip with his thumb, dipping down to kiss her tenderly, "and I'm -chu- gonna show -chu- you, exactly -chu- how proud. -CHU !- It'll take the whole night, though."

"Show me." Connie implored, "You can start by doing that classic and beloved song and dance..and sink them in ."  she laughed before moaning as the telling 'shing ' of his teeth transforming, and the feeling of his fangs squeezing down her collarbone as his hands affectionately traversed her torso. She held him close by the back for his head and shoulder blades as she gave him more of her neck to please. Her knees, clutching his side. 

He took a moment to look at her as she did him. They exchanged no words, just a glance and a peck of their lips that soon developed the heartful nips, upon places other than their lips. Each field with the feeling of being missed and missing 'this' as they began their night of loving, carnal, and prideful anniversary bliss.

[draculaspetbee]

For Rin! Happy Birthday fam <3

Hey, I wrote this little thing for you my friend. I hope you enjoy it, it’s just a lot of tooth rotting fluff, for your birthday. @pastelwitchling

Alex woke to the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the room. A warm solid weight next to him snuffled and small legs kicked gently against his side. He didn’t want to move from the warm cocoon of blankets that enveloped him, but he could hear a soft singing and the scrape of a spatula calling him like a siren song. He stretched slowly, careful not to disturb Buffy next to him as she lay twitching, obviously deep in some doggy dream. She huffed anyway as he moved, and he couldn’t help the small smile as he rubbed her belly. He put on his prosthetic and, not wanting to completely abandon the warmth of the bed, rustled through his drawers to find his soft cream sweats. They engulfed him in the best way, keeping him safe and warm as he wandered into the kitchen to find his boyfriend swaying by the stove top. Alex couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around the man and moving his hips in time with the song he was singing.

“What’s the special occasion?”

“Hmm? What do you mean Captain?”

Alex snuggled his face into the crook of Forrest’s neck at the term of endearment. It had taken some time to get used to the soft tone that he used with it, but now it just made him blush tremendously.

“You’re making our special pancakes, with chocolate chips and everything.”

“Well, someone is giving a super special performance today at the open mic, so I thought we could spend the day doing a few of your favorite things, starting with our special pancakes.” A warmth spread deeply in his chest, heating him from the inside out. Alex knew he must be blushing furiously and snuggled his face further into his boyfriend’s neck. “Go on, sit, this was the last pancake anyway.”

“How’d you do all of this without me waking up anyway? I’m usually up hours before you.”

“I may have woken up a few hours early so that I could get working. It was no trouble.” Alex sank into his usual spot at the table, and Forrest set a plate heaping with food in front of him. As he took in the array Forrest took a moment to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, spreading the blush from his cheeks up the back of his neck. Forrest just grinned at him fondly and began digging into his own food.

They cleaned up the kitchen together, moving in sync as Forrest washed the dishes and Alex dried. At some point Buffy came lumbering in and flopped down at their feet. Alex could practically see the hearts in Forrest’s eyes as he looked down at her. She let out a long sigh, sounding so put upon that it startled a laugh out of Alex.

“So, what’s next?” Alex tossed the drying rag to his boyfriend, so he could wipe the suds off of his hands.

“Well, I figured we could stay in for today, at least until open mic starts,” he glanced not-so-subtly at the couch where he had pillows and blankets already set out. “I may have updated my old Hulu subscription so that we could watch Buffy for a while.” He gently tugged on Alex’s hand, leading him over to the couch and began getting the blankets ready for a soft little nest.

“Forrest,” his boyfriend glanced up, a lock of blue hair falling into his face as he did so, “You really didn’t have to do all of this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, not quite able to maintain eye contact with the man in front of him who was staring so adoringly at him.

“You deserve it Alex,” Forrest cupped Alex’s face with his hands, making them lock eyes. “You deserve to be put first, to be cared for.” He couldn’t help himself at that, and surged forward kissing his boyfriend fiercely, before Forrest took it over, turning it soft and languid. He felt the hands move from his face down to his hips and let himself be pulled tight against the other man’s chest. Forrest moved them back, never breaking contact until his knees it the edge of the couch, and they went tumbling onto it, Forrest on his back and Alex spread on top of him.

“Shit, are you ok?” Alex lifted himself off of his boyfriend’s chest a bit, trying to see better, but Forrest made a noise of discontent, and pulled him back in. He began kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings until he let out a low moan as Alex tangled his hands in Forrest’s hair and gripped tight, trying to keep steady in the onslaught of affection.

The didn’t end up watching much Buffy that day.

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The nerves were starting to grow as he got ready for open mic. He had showered off the day’s activities and was standing in front of his open closet, trying to decide what he was going to wear out with Forrest. Finally making up his mind, Alex pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans he knew hugged his hips and ass almost sinfully tight, knowing just how much Forrest would love stripping them off him later that night. Next was a dark green shirt, one that he knew made the colors in his eyes pop, and he rounded out the outfit with the black leather jacket he’d taken to wearing. As he was tying his boots up, he noticed movement at the doorway, and knew it was Forrest leaning there, watching him finish getting ready.

“You look amazing Alex. God, I’m so lucky to have you.” He felt heat rise, but instead of brushing off the compliment like usual, he just grinned at his boyfriend, letting himself bask in the sincerity.

“Thanks. You don’t look half bad yourself.” In fact, Forrest looked like he was glowing and comfortable, wearing one of his loose-fitting sweaters and striped shirts, an outfit that Alex knew made him feel grounded.

“Hey,” Forrest moved from his spot by the door and sat on the bed. He started fidgeting with one of the many solid silver rings as he spoke, his voice coming out halting and hesitant, “So, I was going through a box of my old things the other day, and I found some of my old high school rings. And uh, I don’t have much use for them anymore, but I kind of don’t want to sell them.” His knee started bouncing, Alex gently set a hand on it to calm him down a bit.

“Forrest, are you asking if I would want to wear some of your rings?” His boyfriend looked up, startled.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything Alex, not if you don’t want it to. It’s just that I have a lot of them, and I didn’t want to just... I know that we’re still kind of early in this, and I just tho-“ Alex cut his ramblings off his a kiss, sighing into it as Forrest wrapped his arms around him and mussed his hair with his hands.

“I would love to.” He whispered in the space between them when they finally broke apart to breath. Alex could see Forrest’s face break into a grin, and the man reached behind him and rummaged in his pockets before pulling out a small chain with a silver ring hanging on the end.

“I didn’t know what size you wore, so I though this might be best in case they were too small, they’re from years ago.” He held out his hand and Forrest let the chain and ring pool there, warm to the touch from being so close to Forrest’s body.

“Thank you so much for today. It means the world to me that you did this.” Forrest shook his head a bit when Alex spoke and leaned over to put a kiss on his cheek. Alex would never admit but he always felt a thrill go up his spine when Forrest did that. It made him feel adored, wanted just for who he was. 

“C’mon we should get going, don’t want to miss my favorite act of the night.” Forrest held out a hand, and Alex took it, letting him help him from the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he slipped the necklace on and felt the heavy reassuring weight of the ring on his chest. It sat there as a testament that he was loved, no matter what.

[writinginstardust]

Patience, Love

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Warnings: explicit sex, swearing

A/N: Fictober day 24, prompt “patience...is not something I’m known for”. I saw the prompt list and this one screamed Alex to me and then this happened. Fair warning, this includes Alex bottoming because he fucking deserves it okay? let him have this. (i’m only warning because i know people usually go with Henry bottoming and that’s canon and that way round is super valid too but let Alex have this occasionally okay?)

Word Count: 1419

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Henry...well, Henry was unfairly beautiful. He was beautiful and had the audacity to answer his bedroom door in a suit with several shirt buttons undone. Alex’s eyes caught on the pale skin revealed and he had to bite back the urge to mark it. 

“Can I help you?” Henry asked with a smirk, fully aware of Alex’s thought process from the darkness in his eyes.

“I swear to god if you’re not naked on that bed in the next minute…” Alex didn’t really have an end in mind for that threat. He didn’t really have anything in mind except getting Henry’s cock in his mouth. Or elsewhere. He wasn't picky.

“Someone’s eager tonight.” Henry opened the door wider and allowed Alex to slip inside before closing and locking it behind them.

“That’s entirely your fault, you asshole. Teasing me all goddamn night. You’re lucky I didn’t rip your clothes off and have you right there in front of everyone.”

“Now that would have been quite the story for the papers,” Henry laughed as he crowded Alex up against the door, tilting his head down to kiss him slow and deep. Alex’s head spun but he was already too worked up, he needed Henry now and things were moving much to slow. He attempted to deepen the kiss, hands roaming boldly as he slid his tongue against Henry’s. The prince moaned and Alex grinned against his lips. 

“Henry please, I need you,” he panted between kisses. "I need you inside me now."

“Patience, love.”

“Patience...is not something I’m known for.”

“Believe me, I know.” Henry grinned and Alex rolled his eyes before connecting their lips again.

Henry started kissing back with the same vigour as Alex and dropped his hands down to the shorter boy’s ass. He groaned and Henry groped him for a few moments longer before sliding his hands down Alex’s thighs. He didn’t need to clarify the action with words and soon had Alex’s legs locked around his waist.

The walk across Henry’s apartment didn’t take long and the prince carried Alex with an ease that turned him on more than he’d like to admit. He was dropped rather unceremoniously on the bed and then Henry was crawling up over him. Alex’s pants were getting rather too tight. 

Henry kissed him again and Alex started working of ridding Henry of his clothes as quickly as possible while he kissed back. His boyfriend wasn’t exactly helping, still trying to slow things down at least a little, but Alex was determined. Before long they were both left in only their boxers.

He flipped them quickly and began kissing a trail down Henry’s chest, marking his skin as he worked his way south. Finally arriving between his legs, Alex looked up from beneath his lashes, noting the way his boyfriend's chest was heaving and the need in his eyes before he began mouthing him through his underwear. Henry’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a muffled curse. He wanted more. And rather than teasing him any longer, Alex decided to give it to him. The teasing was more torture for him than Henry anyway.

Whose moan was louder when Alex wrapped his lips around Henry’s cock, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He enjoyed sucking Henry’s dick and from the way his boyfriend now reacted to it, he guessed he was getting rather good at it. After a couple of minutes Henry had to forcibly yank him away before he came in his mouth. Alex wouldn’t have minded. But he wouldn’t be able to fuck him if he finished now and he really wanted to. It wasn’t that often Alex chose to bottom and Henry wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to see Alex come undone beneath him like that. It was a religious experience.

Henry pulled him back up and into a kiss before rolling him onto his back, situating himself comfortably over Alex’s body and reaching out to feel blindly for the lube and condom on his nightstand. He knew Alex would come by tonight so he made sure to be prepared. Chucking them on the bed by Alex’s hips, he then let his hands wander the younger boy’s body, one running up his side, the other palming him through his boxers. Alex bucked up into his hand, ripping his mouth away with a strangled moan. He followed it with a whine when Henry’s lips attached to his neck and he moved his hand away to rid him of that last piece of clothing.

Sat back on his heels, Henry looked down at his boyfriend, splayed out before him, hair sinfully messed up, eyes dark with want and practically begging for Henry to touch him. He popped the cap on the bottle of lube and coated his fingers thoroughly before gently probing Alex with one. Alex shuddered at the contact but relaxed into it and let out a moan that went straight to Henry’s cock as his finger slowly slid inside. 

The sounds Alex made as Henry continued his ministrations were a glorious symphony that Henry knew would be playing on a loop in his head during the nights they were apart. He added a second and third finger as Alex slowly stretched for him and Alex whined, breathlessly begging Henry to fuck him. And who was Henry to deny this beautiful boy whatever he wanted?

He removed his fingers, quickly sliding on a condom on and slicking up his cock. Alex kissed him fiercely again when Henry leaned back over him and lined himself up. He had to rip his mouth away again though as Henry slowly filled him up, a loud moan falling from his lips as he let his head fall back in pleasure. Henry stilled, letting Alex adjust and steadying himself against the warm, tight heat surrounding him. It was heavenly and they both groaned when Alex gave the go ahead and Henry started to move. 

At first he kept his thrusts slow and gentle, savouring every moment, but Alex, as he said, was impatient. He needed more. Henry took the hint as Alex started moving his hips to meet him, pushing back in harder on his next thrust and shifting the angle of his hips to hit Alex’s prostate. The boy cried out and arched up against him at the overwhelming pleasure and the sound broke something in Henry. He didn’t hold anything back and soon turned Alex into a writhing, panting, mess beneath him.

Alex was close, they could both tell, and Henry wasn’t far behind him. He reached between them to grip Alex’s cock and started stroking him in time with the movements of his hips. It was too much for Alex. He came after a few pumps, coating Henry’s hand and his own chest with white. And seeing the blissed out look of the angel beneath him, feeling the boy clench around his cock, listening to his moans, sent Henry over the edge as well. He stilled inside Alex, breathing heavily as his orgasm washed over him.

When he’d recovered, Henry slowly pulled out, Alex’s body trembling at the action. He grabbed a washcloth from his en suite and quickly cleaned them both up before collapsing back into bed beside Alex and pulling a blanket over them both.

“Fuck. Why don’t we do that more often?” Alex asked, his voice raspy, eyes staring hazily at the ceiling.

“Because you like it the other way around too much.” Henry grinned and turned towards him.

“Mmm,” Alex hummed, considering. “You’re right, I do like it. A lot. But that was...that was...I don’t even know how to describe what that was.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. It was one.” Alex turned to his boyfriend with a satisfied smile before rolling onto his side and shuffling closer to Henry, pressing back against his chest. Henry’s arm wrapped around his waist and he buried his face into the crook of Alex’s neck, inhaling the sweet and sex-drenched scent of him. 

Exhaustion soon set in and Alex drifted off to sleep, the soft press of Henry’s lips on his neck guiding him into a land of sweet dreams. Henry stayed awake for a little longer, basking in the feeling of having Alex beside him for the night, lord knows it didn’t happen often. He listened to his soft breaths, the steady rhythm of his heart and eventually let them draw him into a, for once, welcome and uninterrupted sleep.

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Serendipity

New multi-chapter

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Alex had been standing in the same spot for too long, staring blankly at the cooler, completely overwhelmed by his options. Why the hell did there have to be so many choices?

This close to the holidays he should have known it would be a madhouse, but the customers being helped seemed to already know what they were doing, what they were looking for. Couldn’t these people recognize hopelessness personified?

With a sigh, Alex leaned forward, closing his eyes and resting his head on the chilly door. The last few months had been a turning point and not one he celebrated. He found himself sleeping less, unable to make simple decisions, no appetite one day, ravenous the next.

He figured if he ignored it long enough, the breakdown would just vanish, turn into tiny specks in the middle of the night and float away, taking his loneliness with it.

“Roses.”

Alex straightened up and cleared his throat. Jesus, had he dozed off for a second there?

“What?”

He blinked and rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, horrified when it came back damp. He turned to the voice, now laughing slightly, and he lost all coherent thought.

A smiling man with curly hair and the most beautiful eyes Alex had ever seen was standing next to him. He wore sinfully tight jeans with a flannel button up. Alex couldn’t help the staring.

“I said roses,” the stranger advised with a slight drawl. “I dunno what you need flowers for, but roses are always a safe bet.”

Alex nodded, willing his voice to work. He glanced down and noticed a bouquet in the man’s hand. With a tilt of his head, he pointed out, “no roses for you though.”

Curls, the man’s instant nickname, lifted an eyebrow and glanced down at his hand. He laughed again, running his free hand through his hair, casually looking like a model. “The little lady isn’t a fan. Can’t say it bothers me much. Carnations are cheaper.”

Alex nodded once again, this time helpfully adding a small “ahh,” of understanding. Little lady. Well that was that.

“Can I, uh, be so bold as to ask what’s the occasion?”

“Oh, they’re for my friend’s mom. She’s been having a hard time, some medical stuff, so I wanted to get her something nice. Dinner tonight.”

Pulling his lip between his teeth, the most wicked act Alex had ever seen, the man started moving around the space humming quietly to himself.

Alex had never found someone so instantly attractive and alluring before. The guy was stunning, physically Alex’s type in absolutely every way, but he was charming, too, and clearly thoughtful.

“Ha! Here they are!” With a triumphant grin, the man handed Alex a beautiful bunch of some peculiar looking flowers; tall with multiple blooms on a stem. Some white, some variegated, some purple, others pink. The longer he looked, the more he began to think they were gorgeous.

“What are these?” he asked as he took a sniff.

“They don’t smell. Weird, right?” Alex smiled, surprised once again by this man, his personal knight in a ma and pop floral shop.

“They’re gladiolus. They symbolize strength and integrity.” He shrugged with a half-smile. “Thought they’d be appropriate.”

“That’s, um,” Alex cleared his throat, surprised by his own reaction. “That’s perfect. She’ll love them. Thank you for helping me, uh—”

“Michael.”

Michael offered his hand with another mega watt smile and Alex felt his knees go weak.

“Alex,” he answered, shaking Michael’s hand and resisting the urge to simply not let go.

“It was my pleasure but I’ve gotta head out.” He lifted the flowers in his hand with a look of apology. “See ya around, Alex.”

Michael turned and did a half jog out the door. Alex watched as he hopped into an old beater of a truck and drove away.

He puffed out a laugh and shook his head. If it weren’t for the unique flowers in his hand, he’d wonder if he’d just hallucinated the most perfect man in the world.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?”

Alex sighed, lifting the flowers to his nose again and chuckling to himself when they still had no fragrance.

“No, I’m all set.”

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Traitors: Chapter 1

I lied, I’m gonna post the first chapter. I’m super excited about this one and I’ve been writing for a while so I decided to go ahead and post the first chapter before finals kick in for me! This is my first Bucky fic and it’s a kinda like a gang war AU I suppose. I hope y’all enjoy it! If you’d like to be tagged then please let me know! Tags: @always-an-evans-addict @sinfully-lustful-darling @faye22 @hallotom @tomhiddlesgrouptherapy @toc1985 @marriedtotheking @jeelicious78 

“He doesn’t tell me anything, Evie. I went out there with nothing and almost got killed for it!” Natasha cursed and nearly knocked over the glass of whiskey next to her. Evie held on tightly to her glass and listened sympathetically to her red haired friend. “I’m one of the best people in Shield, if your father was still alive this would’ve never happened.”

“Woah, Nat, too far.” Evie chided calmly. Natasha’s eyes widened then shook her head apologetically. “Look, Uncle Alex leads Shield now and we’re all just gonna have to deal with it.” The other woman sniffed in laughter before taking a sip.

“Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not in the gang, you’ll more than likely be left alone whenever the war comes about.” Nat replied and Evie crossed her arms over her chest. 

“It seems you often forget about the target that’s always on my back. Dad might be dead but I’m still worth a lot to Uncle Alex and Uncle Nick.” Nat nodded and downed her drink. “I can talk to-“ “No this is my fight, not yours. You just focus on staying safe out there. Hydra would love to have you.” She abruptly got up and walked out with frustration still on her shoulders.  Evie hated that she really couldn’t help her friend but was also annoyed at how Nat sometimes treated her like her life wasn’t completely ruined by Shield too.  She decided to stay a bit longer and try to destress more before heading back outside of the world.

“We’re closing in ten, hun.” The barkeep said, sliding in his headphones as he wiped down the bar.

“Thanks, I’ll be out then.” She grabbed her purse and walked out, the chimes ringing as she did so. She walked down the sidewalk with the eerie feeling of being watched and reached in her purse to try and grab the small pistol she kept.

However, once she was away from the windows, her hand was snatched away from her purse and a hand clutched over her mouth.

“Look what we got boys! Won’t the boss just be so happy with us?” She was pulled into the alleyway right next to the bar. She kicked and screamed, constantly ramming her elbow into the stomach of the man behind her.

“Will someone please get her to fucking stop?” The man behind her yelped out and pushed her to the other man in the group. “For fucks sake!”

“Leave me alone, you pricks!” She yelled and backed away from them.  One of them seemed to taunt her with her bag. She looked around her for something, anything to use as a weapon but she was shit out of luck. She started to scream again but one of them pulled her own gun on her.

“Make another sound and you won’t see Nick Fury or Alexander Pierce again.” He threatened and her back hit the brick wall. Her heart was racing and in that moment she was brought back to when her Dad was shot right in front of her by the masked man.

Suddenly, the man with the gun was picked up by the throat and the gun went off. A bullet embedded itself into the wall next to her and she jumped violently with a scream. He was held up against the wall by a man with longer hair, whose gloved hand crushed the other’s throat quickly. The remaining two came after him but they were no match as they were quickly disposed of with the butterfly knife the man had pulled out. Blood spilt from their throats, their eyes widened and they fell to their knees before finally passing.

Evie finally forced herself to breathe as she stared at the man who had saved her. He looked over at her with his head hung low.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a dark and exasperated voice. She didn’t answer, she just kept staring at him. “Evie, are you alright?” “Yes…how do you know my name?” She asked.

“EVIE!” She heard Nat yell. The man turned and she finally saw his profile before he ran behind her to climbed on the dumpster and base jump to the roof using the opposite wall.

“Wait!” She called out but he was already long gone.

“Evie, are you al-holy shit.” Natasha breathed and looked around at her. There was no one Evie could’ve done this, she couldn’t crush a man’s throat. When she looked to see if her friend was alright, she was looking up at the top of the building. Nat ran over and made Evie look at her. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” She barely whispered.

“Who helped you? Who did this? Was it someone from Shield?” Nat interrogated frantically, knowing someone heard the gunshot and screams that she heard as well.

“I-I don’t think so. How did you hear everything?”

“I felt bad about what I said and I was coming back, don’t you tell anyone that. C’mon, I’ll call the clean-up crew. I’m taking you to Mr. Pierce’s.”

Evie didn’t know how or when, but she’d find the man that saved her life.

XXXXXX

“Alright, thanks Scott. Tell Peter for you guys to bring their bodies in. We need to find as much shit on them as possible.” Nick ordered over the phone. Evie sat on the couch while Alexander was busy making a glass of scotch for himself. “This was Hydra, without a doubt.”

“Of course it was, they want war.” Alexander scoffed. “They could’ve at least gone after Rogers or Wilson, the ones that actually work for us. I can understand killing Marcus but trying to finish off his daughter? This is a low blow, even for Hydra.”

“Why now though, why would they want war now?” Nick asked.

“Hey, why are we talking about this and not the fact that she was fucking attacked?” Natasha sassed and Evie sent a pointed look her way.  The two men shared looks before walking into the living room where the young woman was patiently waiting.

“Evie, are you sure you’re alright?” Nick asked and knelt down in front of her, the leather of his jacket squeaking. “They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?” “No, I’m fine, Uncle Nick.” She answered with a soft smile. He nodded and stood back up, scratching under the elastic of his eyepatch. Alexander leaned against the walk way of the modern living room and took a sip from his drink.

“Not trying to undermine how capable you are, but someone must’ve helped you. Romanoff told us one of the men’s throats was crushed. Do you know who helped you?”

Evie didn’t know what she should do. The man seemed so familiar to her and she knew if she gave them any intel then that could diminish any chance she had of finding him for herself. It was already going to be difficult getting the gang off of her back enough so that she could search for him.

“He was masked.” She lied. “I didn’t see his face or anything.” Alexander cursed under his breath and took another sip.

“Honey, are you sure?” Nick asked with his arms crossed, looking quite intimidating.

“I’m sure, there’s nothing I can tell you that would help you.” She replied. If there was one thing her father taught her, it was how to be a good liar. Marcus Swinton was a good man but was never the most honest, he couldn’t be.

“I want you to stay here for tonight. Romanoff, go check her apartment and make sure nothing’s out of the ordinary. Now.” Natasha nodded, squeezing her friend’s shoulder before stalking out of the expansive house. “Evelyn, do you think this could be the man that killed your father?” “No, I don’t believe so.” She responded and Alexander ran a hand through his hair.

“We’ll find him, it’s what we do. I’ll see if V can pull anything from surveillance cameras.” Nick entailed. “Evie, if you remember anything we need you to tell us when you do.” She nodded and stood up to go to the guest bedroom where she could finally be able to breathe.

“Miss Swinton, would you like anything?” Renata asked meekly, peeking around the corner of the doorway.

“No thank you.” She responded. With a short nod, Renata closed the door and her shoes echoed against the floor. “Okay…okay Evie. Brown hair, shoulder length…” She closed her eyes, resting her hands behind her head. “Tan skin…” She remembered she saw the left side of his face. “Blue-ish eyes, strong jaw, strong brow.” She remembered gloves on both hands, he was planning this. He knew this would happen, but how? If he was part of Hydra why would he save her? If he was part of Shield why wouldn’t he tell Alexander or Nick about it? Hell, anyone in Shield knew who she was! He could’ve told the kid, Peter, and it still would’ve gotten around. There was no way he was just a civilian, no way in hell if he knew her name.

A knock on her door made her snap back up to seated position, Renata walked in with some pajamas folded neatly in her arms.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Swinton?”

“I’m fine, Renata, thank you again.” She walked out and Evie quickly stripped and switched into the button up pajamas.

Evie looked down at the bed, she couldn’t remember the last time she got a full night’s sleep but maybe after the exhausting day she could finally get one.

XXXXXX

“Evie! Get behind me, now!” Her father barked, grabbing her arm and pushing her to the ground. She couldn’t recall when it happened, she didn’t even hear it. She knew it had been a cloudy day and had just finished grabbing coffee with her illustrious father. While she couldn’t hear, she could feel. She could feel the spray of blood on her own body as a single bullet pierced through her father’s chest.

“Dad!” She finally screamed out as he fell backwards, his hand twitching towards her as he gasped for breath. She crawled over to him, vaguely aware of people running away and screaming around her. “Dad, no, stay with me!” He looked down at the hand that covered his wound and back up at his daughter.

“I’m sorry, Evelyn.” He whimpered and tears fell through the crevices of his crow’s feet. He held her hand tightly and she held back with both, before he fell limp and passed away. She breathed hysterically, shaking, making the asphalt dig into her bare knees.

Black boots stomped in front of the body, the clanking of a gun against metal resonating through the air. She forced herself to look up from the still warm body to see a masked face holding a sniper. She still held her Dad’s hand tightly, as if he would wake up to protect her. The masked man reached for the knife at his side, slinging the sniper around his back. She couldn’t look at the killer’s face for long, just a quick glance, but she saw one thing for sure before she was pulled up by her wrist by the assassin.

Evie woke up covered in sweat and panting like a wild dog. It had taken her a while to get to sleep, it didn’t take her long for her to have the flashback. Her hands shook as she pushed off the covers in an attempt to get to the bathroom faucet to splash water on her face. After finally pulling herself to it, she looked up at the mirror as water dripped from her chin.

She didn’t remember his face, but she saw the one thing she would never forget.

The metal arm.