#I wanna bury my face in his mane
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I have officially become obsessed with another character. He pops up in the scene and I can't stop watching it. I have the urge to draw and write about him. I cannot stop.
(Spoilers for Invincible the TV show below the cut. TW for Blood.)
Help, he has me in a vise grip and he won't let me go-
Mans just said: "I'm taking this one's heart and leaving this pathetic planet." and did.
I want to put my face in his mane, it looks so fucking soft. Lookit those little E A R S.
Look at those eyes! Those pretty orange eyes! They're so striking and AAAAAHHHHH??!?!?!
Do you think he would like getting his chin scratched like a cat? Or would he be more of a belly rub kind of guy? Or would he like both? Or would he prefer ear scratches?
#I don't know yet but it feels like it's heading in that direction#my gay ass furry ass heart#Oh boy#Oh no... yeah he's quickly becoming a romantic f/o the more I think about it#I wanna bury my face in his mane#it looks so soft damn-#yeah... yeah... he's a romantic f/o now oops#tag coming soon lmao#mlm selfship#male selfshipper#lgbt selfship#tw: blood#furry f/o#nonhuman f/o#Romantic F/O#Blake-rambles
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a gift (not a burden)
summary:
Usopp knows who his soulmate is, but he doesn't want to follow some bullshit rules of fate etched into his skin.
Meanwhile, Sanji's a hopeless romantic.
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second gift exchange fic! this is also for @redriotinggg & i've got some extra notes about their soulmarks i'm probably gonna share at some point
warning: internalized homophobia
Ao3 Link | Chapter 2
Chapter 1: I love you, my friend
“Soulmarks: a way of finding your perfect romantic match. Depending on where it’s placed, the meaning changes—”
“So?” Usopp said, colouring the mane of his fish-lion drawing.
“So,”—Ms. Okra ripped the paper away and he made a noise of protest—“yours is very important, Usopp.”
Usopp sighed, slumping forward on the table. Ms. Okra kept talking about more dumb soulmate facts while Usopp tried to remember her real name. She always bragged that she got the nickname ‘Ms. Okra’ because she sold the best okra in the village, but Usopp’s heard the other adults make fun of her hairdo plenty of times to know the truth.
“Are you even listening?!”
Usopp groaned. “Who cares about soulmates?”
“This is serious, Usopp,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “You have to make sure to find yours soon—”
“Because you don’t wanna come up the hill anymore?”
Ms. Okra stuttered, “Well—I—”
“I didn’t ask you to babysit me,” he grumbled, rolling his broken crayon across the table. “I was doing just fine before the mayor made you guys check up on me. I’m 7 and a half; I’m basically an adult!”
Ms. Okra rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying, you could stand to make a few friends. There are some nice boys and girls who visit on passing ships sometimes—”
Usopp blew raspberries. “You just wanna get rid o’ me. Prolly to steal all the legendary gold I’ve got hidden away.” He grinned. “Did I ever tell you? I went to a famous island made of cheese and—”
“Son of a pirate, indeed,” she whispered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. It sounded like any other curse she’d yelled at him from her shop window.
Usopp gripped his crayon tightly. “He’s gonna come back.” He glared at her. “And he’s not gonna be happy when I tell him what you said.”
“Oh please, if that coward was going to come back, he would’ve done it before Banchina—”
Usopp snatched his drawing and ran out the door.
“Usopp! Usopp, get back here; we haven’t finished the lesson!” Ms. Okra shouted. “What would your mother say?!”
His mom would be proud of him for sticking up for himself and his dad. And she wouldn’t be so pushy about soulmates. Her mark was in the same spot as Usopp’s, after all, and look what happened.
Usopp spent the night holed up in a cave by the beach, his fish-lion crushed to his chest. The breeze whistled a lonely tune through the stone and sand. He buried his face in his knees and tried to ignore it.
—
Vinsmokes aren’t supposed to get soulmarks, his father sneered.
It’s like an ugly tattoo, his brothers jeered.
Make sure no one sees it, Reiju warned.
“Sanji,” his mother said, a warm look in her eyes, “it’s beautiful.”
“Really?” he asked, curled up next to her in bed. “Everyone else hates it.”
“Really, baby.” She tucked a stray hair behind his ear. “Don’t worry about everyone else; how does it make you feel?”
“Hmm.” Sanji traced each line of his mark with his finger. He smiled. “It makes me feel really warm and good! Like when I eat soup!”
His mom pressed a kiss to his temple and he giggled. “Then, mon chouchou, that’s all that matters.”
“But—But what if they don’t like me, maman?” He sniffled, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m really bad at everything and I’m whiny and—”
His mom shushed him and pulled him closer. “Don’t listen to Judge and your brothers, okay? You are perfect just as you are. Your soulmate is going to love you.”
“Can you come with me when I meet them?” Sanji hastily added, “W-When you get better, I mean! And—And when I’m older and not as much of a baby!”
His mom took a sharp breath. She buried her face in his hair, the sheets rustling as she tugged him to her chest. “Of course, mon coeur,” she said, her voice sounding odd and muffled. “I’d love to be with you when you meet them.”
—
Usopp’s soulmark was a tiny little thing. Blue waves and a chef’s hat with a spiral pattern all inside a glass bottle. It was barely the size of his fingernail.
Mrs. Barb’s soulmark stretched across her whole back. A big green boar with curly white tusks and yellow flowers for eyes. Mrs. Barb’s tanktop couldn’t even cover it all.
“Rue!” Ms. Okra yelled, her voice easily louder than the sound of Mrs. Barb’s hammering. “You better not be fixing the display stand when I told you to rest!”
“Nope! No fixing here!” Ms. Okra stomped down the street as Mrs. Barb hastily put away her tools and kicked the box under the porch. She and Mrs. Barb whispered something to each other. Mrs. Barb said something that made Ms. Okra burst into laughter and smack her shoulder. Mrs. Barb put an arm around her waist and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“Don’t get too close, Captain, or they might spot you.” Pepper pulled on the back of Usopp’s shirt. “C’mon, let’s find Onion and Carrot, they’re still hiding!”
“R-Right! I was just trying to test my limits today.” He grinned. “Gotta practice my famous stealth techniques or I might get rusty!”
“But I found you first…?” Pepper said, confused.
Usopp turned Pepper around and ushered him further down the alley towards the mouth of the forest. “Of course, of course, but that’s just because I was going easy on you, just wait until next time when I—”
—
“I almost had it!”
“Sure you did, kid!” Patty laughed around the cigarette in his mouth. “Maybe next time you’ll hit the target!” He laughed again, slapping the railing.
Sanji whirled on him. “Fuck off!”
“Hey! Watch your fucking language!”
“You need to bend your knees more,” Zeff called from the kitchen, his voice drifting out from the open door.
“You didn’t even see it!” Sanji yelled back.
“Didn’t have to. I could hear your dainty little steps from here.”
“They aren’t dainty.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Sanji scoffed. “Whatever.” He swiped Patty’s cigarette and ran back inside, giggling while the man chased after him.
“Give that back you brat!” Patty knocked into a rolling cart piled with dirty plates. Carne scrambled to catch them with a curse.
“Patty!” Zeff shouted. “Quit fucking around and harassing the Eggplant. Either finish your shitty break or get to work!”
“Ugh, dad to the rescue.”
Sanji flushed. “He’s—I mean—he’s okay, but he’s still just a shitty geezer.” There was a smarting pain to his head and Sanji squatted down with a hiss. “What’d you kick me for?!”
“I may be a geezer, but I ain’t shitty.” There was another thud, followed by a deeper hiss. Louder, Zeff said, “And I ain’t your dad, Patty, so get to fucking work.”
“Aye aye, Owner Zeff,” he grumbled.
With the sound of running water, Sanji looked up. Patty was at the sink, washing dishes and sporting a lump on top of his head. He snickered quietly to himself and took a celebratory drag of his stolen prize.
“You gotta stop picking fights like that,” Carne said, frowning down at Sanji. “Also, quit smoking. It’s bad for you.”
“Everybody else does it!”
Carne took the cigarette from Sanji and held it out of reach. “Well, you’re not everybody else, are you?”
“Hey!”
“Sanji, let it go.”
“But Pére!” Sanji whined.
Silence.
Carne had a hand over his mouth. Patty’s shoulders were shaking.
“What?” Sanji said, shoulders rising. “Don’t laugh! You guys said it earlier!”
Before he realized, Zeff leaned down and scooped him into a hug. Sanji stiffened. “W-What the hell are you doing, shitty geezer?”
“Nothing special.” He paused a moment. Sanji grew more tense with each passing second. “Thank you, mon fils.”
Sanji gasped. “You—what—when—?!”
“I wanted to read books from the North, so I learned,” he said. It sounded like that time he told Sanji he’d grow watermelons in his stomach if he ate the seeds. Zeff gave him a hard pat on the back and went back to cooking like nothing had happened.
“When you meet your soulmate, you better bring her ‘round to meet all of us, okay?” Carne said, wiping his eyes. Patty was trying and failing to subtly wipe his nose on his sleeve. “You can’t just run off without telling us!”
“As if I could ever run off.” Sanji leaned back against the counter, trying for smug, but ending up with a wobbly smile. “You guys would never survive without me.”
—
“Alright Zoro, hit me!”
Zoro wound up and punched Luffy in the face. Luffy bounced all across the deck, knocking over anything that wasn’t tied down until he ended up tangled in the railing.
“Wow, seven bounces; that’s a new record!” Usopp said. “I need to step up my game.”
“Hey bastards, you’re disturbing Nami!” Sanji shouted, bursting out of the galley.
“Sanji! When’s lunch?”
“We just had breakfast.”
“And?”
“And if I let you eat whenever you wanted you’d clear out every speck of food we have!”
Luffy whined. “But lunch is so far away. A little snack wouldn’t hurt.”
“Listen here you shitty rubberman—” Sanji picked Luffy up by the front of his vest. Anything else he said after that was completely lost to Usopp as he got a good look at his wrist.
Now, Sanji had been sailing with them for a couple weeks at this point, and he didn’t particularly put any effort in hiding the obvious mark stretching along the width of his wrist. Usopp could’ve probably named the basic colours and shapes of it based on the glimpses he’d seen. So really, it was no surprise that there was a yellow-orange target with a brown eye in the centre, framed by a green slingshot.
What surprised him was the fact that it was only now, after seeing the whole picture at once, did he recognize that slingshot.
Holy fuck, Sanji was his soulmate!
Holy fuck, Sanji was his soulmate.
Mr. if-I-don’t-flirt-with-every-woman-around-I’ll-die was Usopp’s soulmate. Dear god.
What was he supposed to do with that? It was proper etiquette to make the soulmate bond known once one person had figured it out, but…
“Radiant Nami, would you like a refill of your tea?”
“I picked some flowers just for you, my love!”
“You’re the only girl for me, Nami baby!”
Well, what did Ms. Okra know anyway? She was wrong about a lot of things and all that soulmark junk was stupid anyway. Usopp’s curiousity had been sated, Sanji could keep flirting with girls guilt-free—it was a win-win!
And besides, compared to Sanji’s, Usopp’s soulmark was—fuck, he felt like crying.
“At least have the decency to wait a couple hours before asking for a snack!” Sanji growled, shaking Luffy and unintentionally bringing Usopp out of his head. Luffy simply laughed.
Usopp took a breath. He clenched his fists tight before letting them fall limp. “Hey, Sanji, you mind letting us have Luffy back? We were kinda in the middle of something.” He carefully kept his gaze away from Sanji’s wrist.
“Sure just give me a second, I need to beat some sense into this shitty captain of ours.”
“Give it up,” Zoro said. “That’s impossible with your puny kicks.”
“Puny?!” Sanji let go of Luffy and jumped the railing, butting heads with Zoro. “I’ll show you puny you third-rate swordsman!”
The force of Sanji letting go sent Luffy snapping back through the railing and around the deck before eventually flying through the galley door. There was a crashing noise and Nami screeched, followed closely by Luffy’s apologies between laughter.
“Eight bounces,” Usopp mumbled to himself.
Zoro and Sanji were fighting, Sanji’s sleeves riding up as he twisted around.
Usopp quietly made his way below deck to the boys’ dorm, wedged himself in one of the corners, and buried his head in his knees with a groan.
—
“How come you’re so…” Nami waved a hand.
“You just gestured to all of me, my dear.”
“I mean, you flirt with pretty much any lady you meet.”
Sanji nodded frantically. “Of course! I can’t just let a lady go about her day without complimenting her!”
“Right.” Nami tapped the edge of her teacup. “Now, I don’t want to be rude, Sanji, but it really seems like you don’t care much about soulmates.”
“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” He smiled. “It’s the opposite, actually. And a little silly, I suppose, but when I was a kid, I didn’t want to miss the chance that one of the customers might be my soulmate. Some only visited the restaurant a few times a year and others only came once while passing through on their travels.”
“So you… decided to flirt with every woman who visited?”
Sanji’s cheeks warmed. “Well, yes, in a sense.”
Nami raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? You certainly don’t have any shame about it now.”
He coughed into his hand. “I… started doing it rather young. And I hadn’t really been able to discern which customers were with their soulmates or otherwise in relationships already.”
Nami laughed. “Aww, Sanji, that’s so cute. I wish I could’ve seen that.”
“Trust me you really, really don’t,” he said, refilling her tea.
She took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh. The galley was silent for a long moment.
“If…” Nami paused. “If you’re waiting for your soulmate, then does that mean you know who they are?”
Sanji shook his head. “Nope, I’m just as much in the dark about her as you are with yours.”
Nami touched a finger to the spot just under her ear, a light blue heart outlining a well-loved crown atop a sandcastle, a single peacock’s feather sticking out of it. Sanji had never seen that style of crown before—none of them had—but then, that wasn’t uncommon when it came to soulmates from different places.
“Sanji,” Nami said softly, her eyes drawn to the table. “You really don’t recognize it?”
Sanji tilted his head. “No, not at all.”
Nami sighed again, this one more tired than satisfied. “Maybe we should get your eyes checked before we cross the Red Line.”
Sanji made a noise of confusion, but Nami refused to elaborate. When she asked about lunch plans, it didn’t take long for him to forget all about it.
—
Bath times were… harrowing to say the least. The guys didn’t have to wash up at the same time, but Luffy—and now Chopper, too—needed a buddy so he didn’t slip under the water and drown. Zoro needed a little persuading sometimes, which was always easiest with company around, and Nami forbade Usopp and Luffy from taking baths on their own, on account of wasting all the hot water messing around. Ever at Nami’s beck and call, Sanji would join bath time to keep order, followed by Chopper who came more for the comradery than anything.
It wasn’t too hard for Usopp to hide his mark before. It was far smaller than his hand so he could easily cover it with a well placed towel or carrying Luffy to the tub in a particular way. Before, it was out of embarrassment of the size, but ever since recognizing his own mark on Sanji’s wrist, things had become a lot more stressful.
“Alright you idiots,”—Sanji clapped his hands and everyone turned to him—“Nami dearest is still recovering so we’re gonna get this done in no time and leave her, and our precious Vivi, plenty of hot water to soak in.”
Usopp kept one hand on his towel, saluting Sanji with the other. “Aye aye, bath captain!” Chopper and Carue rushed to mimic him, determined looks on their faces.
“But guys, I’m the captain…” Luffy said, pouting.
“Yes, but Sanji’s the bath captain. That means he’s no fun—”
“Watch it, Longnose.”
“Don’t forget afraid of a little dirt,” Zoro piped up from across the room, already having washed himself off and sitting in the back of the tub.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” Sanji said, brow raised. “You actually used your brain for once and insulted me when I won’t fight back. Maybe your head isn’t full of algae.” He smirked. “Though I guess it’s expected that you’re afraid of retaliation.”
“Who’s afraid?!” Zoro yelled, jumping to his feet. “You wanna go, Curly?”
Sanji wagged a finger. “Ah ah ah, what’s the rule?”
He turned to Usopp and Luffy who both said, in a bored tone, “No fighting in the bath.”
“That’s right.” He started to unbutton his shirt as he added, “So finish up first and I’ll kick your ass later.”
Zoro sat himself back down, mumbling, “I’ll kick your ass later.”
If Sanji heard him, he didn’t show it, and man was Usopp glad for it. The days Sanji wasn’t just tearing out of his clothes as fast as possible to try and splash Zoro were always a treasure. Watching him leisurely expose the skin of his belly, a fine black happy trail dragging Usopp’s eyes down down down, just as he started to unbutton his pants—
“Usopp, hurry up!” He startled at Luffy’s voice, only just realizing he was still wearing his boxers. He quickly shoved them off and grabbed another towel for his waist before dumping a basin of water over Luffy’s head, clearing the suds all over him. Luffy gave a cheer and jumped into the bath, soaking Zoro completely.
Ugh, what was Usopp doing? He couldn’t just check out Sanji like that! They were friends, crewmates! And Sanji didn’t even like guys, so it wasn’t like there was any chance. Besides, soulmarks didn’t really mean anything: you could be smitten lovers or barely acquaintences just like a relationship with any other person.
Yeah. Yeah! Usopp was probably just… going sea crazy. That’s a thing, right? Where being at sea so long makes you… fall in love with your best friend. Ugh.
“Sorry—I said I’m sorry, Zoro!” Luffy said as Zoro shook him back and forth. “I won’t do it again!”
“Won’t do it again my ass,” Regardless, Zoro let him slip from his grip and flop against the edge of the tub.
“Usopp! Me too, me too!” Chopper said, covered in soap and holding out the basin.
“Of course! The great Captain Usopp would never leave you hanging!” Usopp shifted in his stool. “Close your eyes and hold your breath.” Chopper did as instructed and Usopp poured the basin over him, slower than he did for Luffy.
Chopper shook from head to toe, sending water flying everywhere. Usopp made a noise of surprise as he was soaked right back. “Thanks Usopp!” Chopper said, running for the bath.
“Geez, give me a warning next time!” Usopp sighed, twirling some of his wet locks around his finger. “Man, I wasn’t even planning on washing my hair today.”
“No use complaining about it now.” Sanji said, pulling up a stool next to him. He held up Usopp’s shampoo bottle and shook it a little. “Want some help with it?”
“Please.”
—
Sanji laughed, the sound followed by a loud squirt of shampoo in his hand and a faint floral smell. Usopp turned his back to him and sighed happily at the first touch. They sat in relative silence—
“Chopper, do not turn into Walk Point—”
“Zoro, you don’t have to be jealous, we can take turns! You take the duck and—”
“I’m not gonna ride either of them!”
—as Sanji scrubbed shampoo into Usopp’s scalp. Usopp leaned back at bit more, his head tilting up. Like a cat wanting to be pet, Sanji thought fondly.
He took his time lathering up the suds and rubbing thoroughly at differents bits of sea salt and grit; he did the same for his own hair and he’d be damned if he didn’t do the same for his friend.
He combed his fingers through Usopp’s hair, taking his time to start from the ends and work his way up to the root, like Usopp taught him. Eventually, he ran his nails from the top of his scalp to the back of his nape in one smooth motion. Usopp had a full body tremble and sighed contentedly, the sound deep and satisfied. Something warm pooled in Sanji’s gut and he suddenly wanted to do anything to hear it again.
He repeated the motion, but Sanji only saw the curve of Usopp’s smile. A sight he held close to his heart, but not what he was hoping for. He ran his nails along the sides of his hair, scratching good and hard. Usopp huffed through his nose. Following the thread, Sanji put his fingers behind Usopp’s ear and scratched again; this time he had to rush to catch Usopp before he hit Sanji’s chest.
“Falling asleep?” Sanji asked with a laugh.
“Mmmno,” Usopp said, voice slow and drawn out. He tilted his ear towards Sanji and Sanji could see both his eyes were closed. “Keep going?”
Ah, maybe a dog would’ve been a better comparison. Sanji could almost imagine a little tail wagging against the floor. “‘Course. Can’t leave a job half done.” He grabbed a little more shampoo and got back to it, being sure to keep one hand right where Usopp wanted it.
To Sanji’s delight, Usopp sighed far deeper than before and pratically melted into his lap with hardly a thought; his arms lay limp over Sanji’s thighs and the back of his head pressed into Sanji’s stomach. The poor guy must’ve been tired from doing repairs on Merry earlier if all it took was a little head scratch or two to have him fighting sleep like that. Maybe Sanji should rinse off the shampoo and usher him off to bed—
Usopp sighed again, the sound closer to a pleased moan.
Well, this was benefitting both of them, really, so Sanji couldn’t just stop out of the blue. He had to be thorough in helping Usopp—he offered, afterall, and it’d be rude not to see it through.
Usopp slid down a bit more, head turning to rest on Sanji’s thigh as Sanji scratched behind the other ear. His movement jostled the towel over his shoulder and it slipped to the ground.
Sanji noted it, absentmindedly, and glanced at the newly exposed part of Usopp’s chest without a second thought.
His hands stilled.
“Mmm? Why’d you stop?” Usopp asked. Sanji hardly heard him over the roaring in his ears. “Sanji?”
Blue waves. A chef’s hat. A distinct pattern of spirals. All encased in a small glass bottle.
There was a sharp inhale and suddenly the warmth across his thighs and stomach were gone.
Usopp stuttered some excuse as he left. Sanji was frozen, his eyes glued to the spot where his matching soulmark stared back at him.
His matching soulmark.
His matching soulmark.
And Usopp hadn’t said a word.
He sat there, covered in shampoo suds and wondering where he went wrong.
#one piece#sanji#usopp#sanuso#soulmate au#opfwex#opfwex2024#opexchange#nemo the writing ho#this fic was so damn hard to keep quiet about#the other one too but this one Especially
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content+warnings: exes -> lovers, mentions of breakups not really specific, tattoo artist au, tattooartist!itto, cunninglus, vaginal fingering, female!reader!
summary: it’s been awhile since you last seen your ex, one thing leads to another and you find yourself in his studio.
a/n: this was supposed to be a 500 word drabble but I went over board, anyways tattoo artist itto, yeah yeah. (Give me my a+ Nai!! 🗣🗣🗣)
🏷: @thicksimpx @gabzlovesu @bubble4u
"Why couldn't you just ask me?" Itto whines, looking at you from the space between your thighs — it was almost comical, the way his sharp ears drooped as if he were a puppy while he continued rubbing along the lines of the 'heart-shaped tattoo you got done a few days earlier.. by someone else.
"Didn't think it was the right time to bother you,"
"What?! You can always bother me!!"
You cringe at the sudden pressure Itto applied to your flesh. You look down at him in embarrassment as you softly call his name, "Itto.."
"If.. if this is about what happened, I want you to know you can always come to me for anything.." His red eyes refuse to meet yours as his gaze drifts off. You don't miss the dust of pink spreading through his cheeks and coating the tips of his ears or the little pout on his lips. "I still think about you, you know,"
"You do?" You didn't mean for it to come off as bashful as it did. Still, you couldn't deny that you had missed Itto, although you definitely weren't willing to tell him that or that your family still asks about him. No one needs to know that you still have pictures of you two together locked away in your phone — the same phone still has his number saved.
"Of course I do. I still love you." Itto shifts nervously, scratching the back of his head. His voice cracks a little. "I'm sorry,"
"Never meant to hurt you, I mean it, I—"Before Itto could finish his sentence, you hunch forward in the seat you were sitting in, your hand coming up to cup his face between your palms. He winced, but as soon as he felt your thumb caressing his cheek, he curled into your touch.
"I still love you too," Your voice is soft, and Itto looks at you with a hopeful expression, "and I still think about you too."
Itto blinks a few times before realizing his position, still seated between your thighs — that's when an idea hits him, "Lay back."
"Why?"
"Because I wanna show you how much I missed you!" He beams, his fangs peeking out from his lips as his smile curved into a goofy expression — oh god, you missed this idiot. You do as you're told, reclining back in the black chair. Then, knowing what's coming next, you open your legs wide enough to accommodate Itto's larger frame.
Itto places sloppy kisses up your thigh, although he was careful not to nip you with his sharp fangs. Finally, he's faced with the thin fabric of your panties. He looks up at you and murmurs, "Can I?" You nod in response before he hooks a finger around the front and pushes them to the side — giving him a perfect view of your pussy.
"I missed her," He sighs, admiring your cunt as he spreads your folds with his thick fingers before retracting them. As soon as you're about to complain — you're silenced by the wet feeling of his tongue licking languid stripes against your core.
"F—uck," you whimpered, feeling Itto hum against you as he gets messier with his ministrations, his drool mixing with your slick — completely saturating your folds, before he dips his tongue into your sloppy hole, burying his face into your cunt with his nose bumping against your puffy clit.
"You taste as good as I remember, maybe even better!" Itto praises, and you moan through labored breaths as you feel his pointy tongue deep inside you, massaging your more sensitive spots.
Trying to steady yourself, you shakily grab at the two red horns that poked through Itto's white mane, using them as handlebars as you grind your hips into his face.
"Itto, itto, itto.." His name falls off your lips like a prayer, even though what you're both doing is anything but holy.
Itto slides his tongue out of you, replacing it with two thick fingers that stretched you better than his tongue.
"Atta girl, doing so good for me," Itto's lips hover over your neglected clit, and you can feel his warm breath ghost over it before he wraps his lips around and sucks harshly. You cry out in pleasure, your hold on his horns getting tighter, and he moans at the sudden pressure. "F—fuck, easy there, babe!"
The sounds of lewd squelching and your moans filled the air as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of you at an erratic pace, the slick and drool from earlier acting as a lube — making it easier to slip a third in.
Your walls constrict and squeeze around him, making it harder for him to move; however, he's able to angle his fingers slightly so that they're hitting your most sensitive spot — sending you over the edge as your vision goes blurry. His pace gets slower, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.
It's silent for a while until you speak up, although still in a daze. You can only formulate a single fuck as you watch Itto lick your slick off his lips and the remains from his fingers. He shoots you a wink as he stands up. You're able to admire his well-defined body, and the red tattoos that decorate it — and that's when your eyes land on the tattoo of your name that rests on his collarbone.
"You never covered it?"
Itto follows your gaze, looking down at the tattoo before smiling fondly, "No, why would I?"
#itto x reader#arataki itto#arataki itto x you#arataki itto x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin smut#genshin impact smut
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FInally just got to watch Sing 2 for the first time in a month or so (I'm a very busy gal) and ohmygod I just remembered why I love Sing 2 so much: the ending.
The entire performance of Out of This World is great, but I'll only be going over Clay's part and thereafter.
Seeing Clay down breakdown, and hearing his voice softly apologize about not being ready. It really shows how vulnerable he is, and how even if we put on a brave face and think we're ready, loss and mental struggle is not just something done quick and easy. Furthermore, it really means a lot to see him here, finally putting of his whole facade and finally letting loose a second time.
Speaking of which, I actually wanna look back in earlier parts of the movie (still within the time frame of the performance). During the time where everyone gets ready and the scene where Meena and Alfonso singing, we get to see glimpses of Clay sighing and staring deeply at his guitar case, like he knows what's inside it is going to hit him emotionally, and hit him hard.
Back to the show, when we see Ash first exit, we can see her alone, sing the songs Clay have sung before. Clay sees this, and he sees himself within her. (See me later for how they're so father-daughter). He sees this, and realizes that he can do this too, and he's not alone either.
I also want to note that Ash's quills actually do sort of resemble a white mane here. (2nd pic from later in the song)
We can even see Ruby's ghost come in behind Clay, kinda sort of saying "get in there, she needs you." I like to think it's also a little call back when Ash asked Clay if Ruby would've wanted him to give up on music.
The theatre is flooding with lonely silence as she sings, even though it's full of people, similar to how people going through depression may feel lonely when surrounded with love. The crowd eventually chimes it, but it still feels close to that same way still.
And then BOOM, we get chills when we get hit with that first guitar. As soon as we start to hear him, the room fills with life as well. We hear applause from the crowd. We hear percussion. It's just great.
Now before I continue, I just want to mention. This scene is probably one of the best animated scenes throughout all of Sing 2. They did just such fantastic work on his facial animations. I can say that for every Clay scene in Sing 2, but especially here. And they didn't just do a fantastic job with facial animations, but all animation here.
GUESS WHAT BABY. IM BRINGING IN LYRICS TOO!! (of course I am). So, this part also goes with the following lyrics
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colours will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes, I'm still runnin'
I like to believe the lyric about running can be interpreted two ways. Firstly, it can be interpreted as a call back to him running from his emotions, in constant denial over his loss of Ruby. Another way of seeing it is him running towards, trekking on through all the hardships he has faced.
Back to the actual movie, I just want to mention: bro is getting groovy with it. You can se by the way he moves his body that he is really getting into the music, especially after 15 years
Later on in the song, we actually see Ash and Clay look at each other, kind of like thanking each other. Clay, thanking Ash for getting him out of that rut, and helping him to continue onward. Ash, thanking Clay for coming to the show, and being her idol for who knows how many years.
Oh yeah, lyric time again! Here they are
You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believe it
Ash is the one who broke Clay's bonds of that rut he was in, and she buried the cross of his shame by never making him ever feel bad about what he was going through, but being understanding with him.
Anyways, back to the main summary. God I love the song. I love how you can see the pure unadulterated hope and joy enter Clay's face as he sings his song. I love how you can see the moment he's officially caught his second-wind.
I mean, look at this face and tell me it doesn't make you feel all warm and inside. It doesn't give you hope for a better tomorrow.
Unfortunately, I can't include any more images at the moment, but I can still go on.
Anyways, now we're moving onto the next famous bus scene. You know the one that plays that one song. We all love it.
It's just so great seeing all the cast members finally interact with each other again after being separate for a lot of the movie doing their own stuff. It's just a great reminder on how they really are just one big family. Even better is seeing how quickly Porsha, Nooshy, and Clay were integrated into it. Sure, the other two had some time to warm up but Clay? Clay just got here, and yet he's still already seen part of the family, and I'm really glad to see it.
The camera angles and lighting here and before are also just plain phenomenal. They really do a fantastic job with the camera and the different views of the different characters, and the warm lighting just does a fantastic job.
Super random but Clay also does a nice sigh here, and it really just speaks words. You can tell that that sigh was long overdue, and how he's just so ready to keep going and not be so caught up in not letting go. He's finally allowing himself to relax. Around the same time, we also see Ash cuddle up to Clay, and I just love the idea of Ash seeing Clay as a father figure. It's so good and true.
Oh and do NOT get me started on that song. I could really ramble on about it all day, but I'll try to keep it short. (Mostly) each character was saved by music, and that really makes the music fit. It's also worth noting that FUNFACT. Bono and U2 kinda made that song for funsies too.
(Quick summary of what happened: Bono teased wanting to make a song because the story of Clay spoke to him so deeply. Jennings wasn't actually expecting it to happen, but then Bono literally gave him a demo at the end of his first recording session)
And now we get to The Majestic. It is just plain gorgeous, and it really shows off of Sing 2 could've been just jaw-dropping gorgeous the entire way through given they were able to utilize their setting a lot more. LOOK AT THAT CITYSCAPE!! THOSE PRETTY LIGHTS!!
And then we also see just a lot of nice and comforting smiles. I mean come on, look at the guy!! It's so awesome seeing Buster Moon so unbelievably proud of what he's accomplished.
And then of course we cannot forget the final part. I'm sure everyone knows this by now, but it's so amazing and invigorating seeing Sing 2 end the same way Sing 1 started, like Buster is finally a kid again. It's just an awesome throw-back. I really don't see how Sing 3 can top this.
#god i love this movie#and tired#did i mention im doing this instead of going to bed#i have class tomorrow asudhsasa#god so help me#personally im a sing2 truther#i also found a really neat new detail with Clay Calloway that I WILL be posting hopefully tomorrow#its really small but i cant record it at its best rn#and i love yall and only hope to give yall my best so yeah#anyways clay calloway my beloved#tagging time and goodnight#sing 2#sing 2021#clay calloway#buster moon#mysing
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I love Sethos so much I wanna bury my face in his hair. Just look at this floofy mane of hair he has!
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Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 13: the date
"The portal's ready," Discord said after conjuring a swirling red void. Beyond everything there would be freedom. Amongst the populous, hearing manes swiftly flutter, and ponies laughing. Everything was different and uncanny. Behind the weaved web of space in front of her the grass was still growing, the workweek still happening. It was tender and consistent.
December 4th. 3 months. 9 moons. Fluttershy arrived on August 25th. 3 months with no friends, not a single day of work, no routine. And Fluttershy couldn't bring herself to say any of this was damaging her. It would be a lie on her part, at least on surface level. No matter how much she tried to explore it, she never felt alone, truly and without discernable reason.
All the animals were gathered in front of the portal, staring at it questioningly. The draconequus looked to Fluttershy.
"Are you ready?"
She inhaled deeply. "Yes." She turned to the crowd of creatures. "My friends, I know some of you are unhappy here and wish to go, so…I'm giving you a chance. This portal here will take you anywhere you want. No boundaries. Whoever you want to see."
It stung like nettles.
"Don't worry about me. I love every one of you, but…you can't stay here for my sake, not forever. I…I'll be fine."
After hearing some more chirping, Fluttershy hung her head.
"I'm not going. I can't."
Angel stepped forth and pointed towards Discord
"Yeah, I'll be with him. It shouldn't concern you, mon petít ange. I'll be safe with him."
For a while, the animals stood there, wondering what to do. Then a few headed towards the portal. Fluttershy turned away, unable to watch. She could hear the electric noise as the animals stepped through the void. She tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. She ran to the nearest tree and buried her face in her hooves and began weeping.
After a while, she could no longer hear any chirps, squeaks or grunts. She did not need to turn around to know that they were all gone now. Then she felt something soft patting her head. She looked up and saw Angel smiling at her. Other animals surrounded her, some badgers, squirrels birds, ducks and mice who had stayed behind.
She sniffed. "Thank you, friends. If you wanna be here I promise you can come back whenever you want."
But she could not help but weep for the animals that had left. After closing the portal, Discord cautiously approached his fiancé. He got a few angry glares from the animals, but Fluttershy raised her hoof, assuring that it was alright. Still glaring at the draconequus, they slowly broke apart. Discord knelt down to her.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she choked.
"That was…very brave of you."
"I know. I just…can't help…"
She buried her face in his fur and cried. Discord slowly wrapped his arms around her and stroked her mane.
"Shhh," he whispered. "There, there. They're free. They have no duties."
"It must feel so light..." she sobbed.
"No more tears then."
He took her face in his hands and wiped away her tears. He had to think of a way to cheer her up. Then it hit him.
"How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"
Fluttershy blinked in confusion. "Out?"
He nodded with a grin. "I get it! Feeling cooped up isn't that nice, and since you can't... leave without legal ramifications- heck, I think we should do it!"
"You mean…outside the castle?"
"Well, if you need a m- castle? I don't have one! We live in a cottage!"
"No! That would be wonderful."
"I'll see you at seven, then?" She nodded as he pulled away. "Oh and why don't we make this a formal occasion? So, wanna wear something nice? Might wanna wear practical shoes-"
He looked down at her iron lined hooves.
"Alright. Tonight then."
Discord watched his mirror as it showed and Big Macintosh on another date with his dame, sugar belle. Jeez, if you like it then you should put a ring on it!
...
He probably yelled that out loud.
"How does he do it?" he wondered. He doesn't truly expect marriage after this, perhaps the strongest friendship ever maybe. But he, Macintosh, seems so charming he makes her swoon.
They gave him nothing. They were already in love. They were having lunch at a café, sharing a milkshake with two straws. It was a strange flavor, something like root beer and latin strawberries. Probably Mexico. Nopony ever remembers the other countries, or the whole continent.
"Any leaves falling?" Sugar Belle asked her date.
"Eyup."
"You think maybe we could prance in the leaves sometime?." She glanced her hooves. "Ooh, and I'll bring some cider! It'll be cold!"
"Yup," the red stallion nodded.
Before standing up, sugar belle leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. Discord's eyes widened at this action. Of course! Why didn't he think of it before? They're already in love! And he needs a crush-duo!"
Now he knew he had to make this night perfect. Something he couldn't remember at the moment was at stake!
Fluttershy was pacing around her room, Angel standing impatiently on her bed.
"Ooh, what should I wear?" She held up a green dress in front of the mirror. "This one? No." She picked up a blue dress. "This one? No." The next was red. "Maybe? Oh, where's Rarity when you need her?!"
Angel thumped his foot on the bed to get her attention. She turned to him as he squealed.
"Why am I so nervous? Oh, I don't know! I just…want to look nice…"
The rabbit glared at her, his head tilted and his nose scrunchied.
"Oh, Angel, if I didn't wanna go I wouldn't! And I want to go, so I want to look nice. I want to look as pretty as I should feel."
Angel snorted. He leaned back and quirked his eyebrow, little paws resting folded on his crossed legs. His paws only have fur on the bottom. Rabbits have no paw pads. They have toes with bottoms. There is no squish at the bottom.
"I don't know for a first friend I seem kinda lousy... I wanna feel cute. I want my new friend to feel handsome."
The bunny turned away in a huff. Fluttershy sighed and flew over to the vanity. As she gazed in the mirror, she thought of all the times Discord had called her beautiful. Although she would never admit it, just being with him made her feel beautiful. That's why she had to look her best tonight.
She did not know where these thoughts were coming from. Since when did she care so much about her appearance? He likes how she looks! Friends don't care anyways!
Fluttershy spun around to face Angel. "Can you help me pick out a dress?"
The rabbit stared at her for a moment, then hopped down and began rummaging through the closet.
Discord spent the rest of the day searching for other couples in Equestria to learn from. None of them were she and he.
It was now five minutes to seven and Discord was making last minute adjustments to his appearance. The tuxedo he had summoned made him feel ridiculous, but he had a girl to impress, so he was willing to suffer whatever pain to do so. He could do nothing to improve his physical appearance, however. He was able to change form, but he had figured out long ago that no matter what he turned into, part of his deformed figure would remain. But if there were any more of hims he would be proud of his nation! One that can be loved!
"Okay, Discord," he said to his reflection. "You can do this. You can do this!"
He licked his paw and slicked his mane back, only to have it pop back up. He sighed in defeat.
"Oh, who am I kidding? I can't do this! Discord, wake up and smell the hummus! She's the most beautiful creature in the world and I'm…" he looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection was so unfamiliar. So silly and loving. It made him warm.
He teleported outside of Fluttershy's bedroom and was about to knock when a thought occurred to him.
"Hold on. If you're going to do this, do it right!"
He summoned a bouquet of roses and straightened his tux. He then knocked on the door and heard the angelic voice from inside: "One minute!"
As he waited, Discord started sweating.
"Alright, no need to be nervous," he muttered to himself. "Just one girl. Just one amazing, BEST FRIEND. my, it's hot in here." He tugged at his collar. "You can do this. Whatever you do, don't look like a…"
"Discord?"
He was so distracted he had not heard the door open. He quickly straightened himself up and felt himself lighten.
"Fluttershy! You ready to…?"
He stopped at the extraordinary sight before him and nearly dropped the bouquet. She wore a marigold dress, voluminous ebbing only slightly before bounding back into another tier. roses and vines embroidered in and out along the hem dancing along the silhouette. Her hair was tied into a long ponytail flouncing dainty over her shoulders like a calm stream. Her ballroom gloves seemed redundant, but framed her soft nature and gentle touch. Her sleeves fell off the shoulder.
"Is everything alright?"
Discord opened his mouth, but no words came.
"Is it too much? I can change, if you'd like."
"No!" he blurted. Then he pulled himself together and cleared his throat. "You look…amazing."
She turned away with a blush. Discord then remembered the bouquet and handed it to her.
"Oh yeah yeah!! Here!"
Fluttershy took the flowers with a smile. "Thank you, I haven't seen these around the cottage!"
"It suits you."
Fluttershy blushed again. "You're too sweet. So where are we going?"
Discord turned his back to her and crouched down. "Hop on and I'll show you!"
Her eyes widened. "You mean…climb on your back?"
"Yes, we're flying there!"
"Oh but…I can fly by myself…"
"oh yea.."
She hesitantly crawled onto Discord's back and locked her hooves around his neck. The draconequus turned around and opened one of the windows.
"Hold on tight," He unfurled his wings and raced towards the window. Fluttershy shut her eyes and let out a squeak as he launched into the air.
"Woo hoo!" Discord cried. "Fluttershy, you've got to look at this view!"
His only response was a whimper. He turned his head to see the pegasus burying her face into his neck. He raised an eyebrow.
"You can look, you know?"
"But it's so…" Fluttershy stammered, "…high."
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're afraid of heights! You're a pegasus for crying out loud!"
"It's um…not of heights, it's of…falling."
"shoot, sounds reasonable!"
"Are we going to land soon?" she pleaded.
The draconequus rolled his eyes. "Alright, hold it."
He blinked hard. Trees and grass turned into ash instantly. Everything that was there before pony kind would never outlast them. It was all toppled by the ancient apex predator of flame. Acres of carnage raged across the small clearing, leaving little in its wake.
His descent landed 200 yards away from the target area.
He slowly descended into a large clearing in the wood. He snapped his fingers and turned to the shivering pony on his back.
"It's okay. You can let go now."
Fluttershy opened her eyes and floated to the ground. She glanced at their surroundings and gasped at the sight of a table draped in a white cloth, centered with a lamp, one with oil higging the flame tight. Two covered dishes were set in front of two cushioned dining chairs. As a last minute touch, Discord summoned a violin, then an invisible orchestra of jazzy tunes playing softly by itself in midair. He bowed to his date, gently taking her hoof.
"Shall we, my dear?"
She giggled as he lightly kissed her hoof. He then ushered her to one of the chairs, holding it out for her as she sat down and pushed it back in. Fluttershy was impressed at what a gentleman he was being.
"And what would my dear, sweet Fluttershy like to eat?" Discord inquired as he seated himself.
"Gosh uh... I don't know. This is all so wonderful... I've never seen anything like it!"
"I know just the thing!"
He snapped his fingers and when Fluttershy lifted the cover of her dish, she saw a bowl of bright green leaves with no stems, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, feta cheese and ranch dressing. It mouthwatering. He offered the one thing she'd craved then and there: RHUBARB. it was swiftly devoured.
Discord had a chocolate milkshake, though as he sipped through the straw, the glass disappeared rather than the liquid.
"This was really nice of you," she said with a smile
"Well," he chuckled, "I think we've both been cooped up in that castle for too long. Besides, it is lovely out here!"
His laughed was bouncy, and his speech was lined with a smile and snaggletooth. He was adorable.
She gazed into the darkness of the trees. "What if a Timberwolf or something shows up? Or-"
He waved his paw nonchalantly. "Please, I'm the scariest thing you'll find in this forest."
She looked at him shyly. "I don't think you're scary."
Discord tried to contain his joy at hearing her say that. "Well, there you go! Nothing else should frighten you then!"
"Oh…um…I'm not brave…"
"Sure you are! You left ponyville to be here..."he cringed. Sore spot. The only reason she was here was because-
"I wanted to find something purposeful, something I could contribute to. I'm a ponyville citizen, and I'd to anything for the other ponies..."
...
"well, I admire your tenacity! ANYWHO,"
He summoned them each a wine glass, filling them with grape juice. He raised his glass.
"A toast to the future!"
Fluttershy gave him a small smile and clinked her glass with his. It was only now that she started growing suspicious. They had had a candlelit dinner before, but dressing up, playing romantic music and talking about the future? Not only that, but they were out in the open where someone might assume they weren't friends. Hell, it was questionable since they were technically fiance's.
"is this a date?" She asked slyly and cautious.
"You hear that, dear?" Discord said. "They're playing that song from like, a million moons ago!"
°°Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable, though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me..°°
He teleported beside her and bowed. "Enchanté, mademoiselle. May I have this dance?"
She stared at his open paw for a while and then slowly took it, giggling at his pronunciation. In a flash, the clearing had turned into a marble pavilion, the columns decorated in flowered vines. Cloaked around the pillars hung damask chenille fabrics. candles illuminating the tiled floor. Made it seem like the stars had landed here just for them. He led her to the middle and pulled her close.
°°How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has somepony been more Unforgettable in every way
And forevermore (and forevermore)°°
He twirled her around as he had done the first time they danced, swinging like they flew. Maybe they were, flying in a sense of being lifted.
°°That's how you'll stay (that's how you'll stay)
That's why, darling, it's incredible, That someone so unforgettable, Thinks that I am unforgettable too°°
Certainly all pressure released from their every joint, as if they were held. A whirl, a twist, and once more they embraced, simple stepping in a preconceived and unplanned pattern. Shuffling almost. They remained enclosed and circling until the next song.
°°You're my world, you're every breath I take
You're my world, every move I make°°
"I mean, that'll do, just fine."
"But you…" Fluttershy was about to say, but was cut short as he snaked his paw around her waist and gently took her hoof in his paw.
°°As the trees reach for the sun above
So my limbs reach out to you for love°°
Suspicious or not, she couldn't deny how a tender waltz would have made her downright uncomfortable with anypony else.
Luna watched on from her perch. Their appearance should make ponies tremble for how drastically different it seemed beyond word of mouth. Rather than a prisoner, she looked as if she were worshipped.
How mundane the things said in public felt now. How inferior they should feel under the weight of love, of any kind. This embrace broke laws and treaties, at any moment fluttershy could fly away of her own accord, and how unwilling discord would be to force her back.
The waltz was difficult for Discord, because Fluttershy was so much smaller than him. He could not hold his arm outward without straining her forelimb, as she was quadrupedal. he turned and dipped her as much as he could. Eventually, he found a solution and placed his claw on her waist along with his paw, bringing them closer together.
"Where did you learn to dance like this?" Fluttershy inquired as he dipped her again.
He smirked as he slowly brought her back up. "You'd be surprised how much you can learn without the aid of magic."
She glanced around nervously.
"discord-"
"Shhh," he whispered, putting a finger to her lips. "No words, my dear. Let's just enjoy this beautiful night."
Luna puffed her chest in pride at her beautiful night.
The pegasus was not the only one who seemed different. Discord's eyes never left Fluttershy and he was gentle with every movement he made with her. what he had created out here was not his usual wacky construction. Everything was orderly, even the tuxedo he was wearing. A tuxedo! His voice was different as well, softer and kinder. This was not the draconequus Luna had helped turn to stone.
Luna bit her lip and quirked her brow in astonishing awe as fluttershy lay her head on his chest. He looked at her in a manner none could replicate.Luna's jaw dropped. She knew that look. Could it be that the Lord of Chaos was in…? How could a creature of his nature feel this way?...
Then again, who was she to judge someone in such a manner? She of all ponies should know better than to label somepony as completely evil.
A thousand years, he had suffered alone, as did she. The difference between them was that Luna had her sister. Discord had no one to let him in, until now, it seemed. So was this genuine?
°°If our love ceases to be
Then it's the end of my world for me°°
Her thoughts seemed to move godspeed as only a verse had passed. With that, she left through means of teleportation.
The two sat there awkwardly for a while, waiting for the other to break the ice. They stole glances at each other, but looked away before the other could notice. Fluttershy smoothed out her dress while Discord rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her again. After a few minutes, she finally caught him.
"What are you staring at?" she asked playfully.
Discord smirked as if the answer was obvious. "Why you, of course. You fascinate me. I've never met anything or anypony more accepting, so autonomous and timid at once!"
Fluttershy blushed slightly. "That's very sweet."
He curved his body around her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I speak the truth, my dear. You are everything I could ever ask for."
She closed her eyes as he leisurely ran his fingers through her hair. His face was so close that she could feel his pastry breath. A month ago, this would have frightened her, but now, she just wanted him to keep stroking her mane, soothing her, whispering these things in her ear. Whenever he was around, she felt safe and secure, beautiful and important, cared for and adored.
"Fluttershy," Discord whispered.
"Mmm-hmm?" she uttered absent-mindedly.
"Might I ask you a teensy question? It's not the usual one!"
"Mmm-hmm."
He turned her head towards him. "May I... kiss you?"
She froze. Her shoulders seemed to pass her ears as she was was racked with blush.
The orchestra seemingly added a longer instrumental. Because of course they did.
He quickly moved away from her. "Sorry, I…I've just never kissed anypony before and…since we're friends, you wouldn't mind…"
"Okay," she replied weakly.
"Are you sure?"
She breathed and boldly faced him. "One k-k-kiss w-wouldn't hurt."
Her permission felt like a firework in his chest.
He gently took her face in his hands and leaned forward. What if she doesn't enjoy it? What if she hates me for the rest of my life? What are you waiting for? Do it now!
He panicked and kissed her on the forehead before quickly pulling away. Fluttershy opened her eyes in confusion. She shivered.
"Discord," she said slowly, "are you…nervous?"
He scoffed. "Nervous? W-why should I be nervous?"
"It's okay. I'm nervous too."
The draconequus blinked. "You are?"
She hung her head. "Well…I've never been kissed either and…if I'm going to kiss anypony for the first time..." She trailed off and looked back up at him. "I won't mind. Go ahead."
Discord gulped. "Um…alright. Here it goes."
She closed her eyes as he leaned toward her again. He was only an inch away from her lips when his panic returned. Her lips pouted, anticipated. He couldn't be enough. She was a oil lamp. She was warm and covered. On every surface of his being there was dense sheen. She was everything he could possibly foresee.
°°With your hoof resting in mine
I feel a power so divine-!°°
Nothing. Buzzing, fluttering. Pounding. Silent under the guise of tension. Fluttershy closed the gap between them, as momentarily Discord's widened eyes softened. His eyelids slid closed.
°°You're my world, you are my night and day!°°
Nothing could end. Combustion. Sparks. A burn at first, them gripping yearning. This Was unlike anything, imperceivable. The meaning of life was nothing, a dead concept with no answer, time's arrow neither stands still nor reverses. It merely marches forward. As does definitions. The definition of life at this moment was...
°°You're my world, you're every prayer I pray!°°
"That was…" he stammered.
"…nice," she finished.
°°If our love ceases to be...°°
"How about another dance?" he asked suddenly.
°°then it's the end of my world...°°
"Are you alright, my dear?"
°°end of my world...!°°
"I don't think any other kiss will feel like that again..."
°°END OF MY WORLD...°°
She looked at him with nothing close to what she looked at her most favored things with. It was otherworldly, ethereal endearment.
°°FOOOR, MEEEEE!!°°
The climax. The shattering. The orchestra replicating the brains neurological sense of compassion that will nevermore be spoken with such brilliance and conciseness.
"Do you want me to tuck you in?"
"No, thank you," the pegasus said, flying out of his arms. "Thank you for tonight. It was lovely," She yawned.
She surprised him with a peck on the cheek. "Good night."
"Sleep well, my sweet," Discord said, putting a hand where she had kissed him.
She did not take his eyes off him until the door was shut. Discord couldn't handle the walk back, opting to teleport to his room and rejoice like a teenage filly. His hooves flew in circular motions, and he shouted nearly squealing.
He brought the bed down so it could catch him as he collapsed. He had just kissed the most amazing pony in the world and she was the one who initiated it!!
After replaying the events of the evening in his head, his grin slowly disappeared as realization hit him.
There was no use denying it.
It wasn't about the plan anymore.
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“You can’t stay up here forever. We’re going. Now drink your tea.”
“But-“
“Listen to your father, Zuko.”
Zuko uncovered his head as tears poured out. “I don’t wanna! They’ll put me in a box again!”
Ursa and Ozai exchanged a guilty expression. Noticing his distressed state, Azula curled around Zuko and whimpered.
‘Sorry for telling.’
Zuko buried his face into her mane. Ozai and Ursa wrapped their arms around them in a comforting hug.
“We’ll protect you.” Ursa rubbed his head. “Both of you.”
“I swear on my honor, nothing will happen to you. Okay?”
Zuko wiped his eyes.
“O-Okay.” He agreed although he didn’t mean it.
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#atla#ao3 fic#atla fic#royal fire family#dragon au#dragons#brave is the heart that loves#fanfic update#pls mind the tw#star's writing
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Howdy yall!!
I wanna be more consistent with how I draw Matt so here is a mini ref sheet and I just wanted to elaborate on it and sprinkle in some of my own headcannons.
Not only this but I do have an Al ref sheet planned.
Appearance
TALL man, not only that but he is also just built like a bear. Under his clothes he has a few scars here and there but what is life without some? His physique is kind of like one of those body builders who build for strength, not for show.
He is very much a strawberry blonde! His hair texture is very rough, imagine like a horse's mane. It can get some curls underneath but he doesn't really follow a hair care regime that would allow for his curls to really come through.
He always has some redness to his face. It is hard to say if that is because its almost always cold where he lives or he just is built like that. The rest of his skin is very pale with some scars as mentioned before.
Sometimes he sports a short beard but he likes to be clean shaven. It makes him feel like he has a routine, though if he actually had a routine he would go crazy. So he often has a blonde 5'00 shadow.
His eyes are very intense, with notable bags under his eyes buried under some sharp blonde brows.
His wardrobe is pretty plain, its mostly jeans, flannels and his Mountie uniform. He HATES not being able to cover up for one reason or another. Most of his shoes are dirty from work or just being outside.
General
His full name is Matthieu James Williams. Though mostly he goes by, Matt. Though very rarely some call him James. (It is usually when his brother teases him.)
Though he doesn't need a job, in the winter months he often works as a lumberjack. And when it warms up, he helps out as a Mountie and primarily works with implementing and enforcing policies that have to do with silviculture and wild game.
Usually in his pockets he will have a piece of candy or two. It is never anything fruity flavored or gummies. It is a mix between, butterscotch, toffee, maple sugars, carmels or something in that ball park.
Drives a Ford truck! Cars are something he appreciates with his brother so he takes pretty good care of it.
He usually likes to have cash, though he does not go into town often so cash just sits in his wallet.
As much as he hates it, his cellphone. Because you never know when you will need it. Same for his knife. Though he uses it for tasks like opening boxes and cutting up apples.
He loves Hockey, just always has and always will. He loves playing it just as much as watching it.
Loves nature! But hates a lot of the people in it. Especially the "Hippies". Though he uses this word to refer to many people who are not just hippies. He cant stand people who spend time in nature just to plaster it all over social media. He knows it doesn't effect him much but, he cant stand the over crowding at scenic sights and pollution those people cause.
It especially irks him when people act like they care for the environment but they don't take any steps to care for it. So many self proclaimed "Hippies" just bother him. From the way that the dress, talk, act and so on.
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When I woke up the next morning, face buried in a dumb fishing pun, I felt like something had changed. Maybe it was the lack of embarrassment on my part, usually the only way I'd end up this close to him was with a lot of whiskey involved. Maybe it would just hit me twice as hard later. But somewhere deep down I knew it was because this was the first time he'd ever trusted me with something personal.
And from Tucker I knew that that trust was very hard to come by.
This stunning piece is a commission I got from the seriously insanely talented @ziorre. You have no idea how much I loved this from the very first sketch onwards. This piece is perfection, like a screenshot of the image in my mind when I wrote the scene for this, absolutely crazy! I can't recommend to commission her enough when she reopens. Trust me, there's just no way you'll be disappointed ever.
Part of the chapter that is directly related to this image is attached below, many kisses to anyone who actually reads it ♥
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“What about your mother?” His posture grew tense and I was ready for him to avoid the topic like any other slightly more personal question. “Don’t ya already know my whole family story?”, he scoffed and glued his eyes on a pile of junk at the opposite side of the room. I knew from Tucker that Jakob hated their family story becoming center of attention in the project's religion. “I know Joseph’s, not yours.” “Well, a lot of what he wrote into his book is true for all of us.” “A lot, but not all. I know about your dad, not much is mentioned about your mum, though.” After he showed no sign of answering I figured I’d change the topic. “It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk about -” “I’ve got this one memory”, he interrupted me clumsily, as if he'd wanted to get it out before he could change his mind again. “Was never really able to place or make sense of it.” I had no idea when I'd moved closer to him but suddenly our faces weren’t too far apart. “It’s safe with me”, I whispered, my hand moved to his leg in an attempt of reassurance. A cocky smile rushed over his lips. “I know, cause if ya told anyone, you would have to explain how ya got to know it in the first place.” My fingers pinched into the skin of his thigh but he didn’t even flinch. “Ugh, I swear whenever I try to be nice to you-”, I rambled, rolling my eyes and pulling my hand away, but he grabbed it and put it back where it was. Our eyes met and it was one of those indefinable moments that told me nothing and everything at once.
After a moment of silence he looked down at my hand on his thigh. “I was a child, toddler probably, sittin’ on the counter in our kitchen. Woman with a red mane of hair was humming a melody I can’t recall, swirling through the room. She was happy, truly happy, either cookin’ or bakin’ and there was nobody else with us.” He paused for a moment. “No idea who she was." His brows frowned and I figured this memory still bothered him even today. "She wasn't your mum?'' I asked carefully. Nothing I would have hated more than to ruin this moment. Subtly, he shook his head. "Nah, our mother was blonde ‘n in all years I remember with her I’d never seen her smile. She hated cookin' too, my dad's fault.” "Do you think she's… your actual mum?" His smile grew sad even though he tried his best to hide it. "Guess I'll never know. Maybe she was, dad hadn’t liked when I'd asked. But maybe she's not real at all. Just a little boy dreaming someone into existence. Might run in the family, y’know? Joe hearin' voices, I'm seeing faces…" "You aren’t like him!", my voice was unexpectedly loud when I interrupted and I lowered both it and my face in a hint of embarrassment immediately when I added: "You aren't crazy, Jake. I don't know the answer to who she is either, if she’s real or not, but maybe it simply doesn't matter." Lost in thoughts he watched me as if my face would offer some kind of new truth. "Suppose it doesn't."
#srsly i could go on and on about the elements that make this all so perfect#but ziorre already heard that like a million times in the past weeks so uhm xD#thank you for creating this for me#far cry 5#deputy rheese anne bennett#jacob seed#obligatory rcart tag#gifts and commissions
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When you touch their ears [Savanaclaw x Reader]
Summary: Ever wondered how the beastmen react to having their ears pet? Do you wanna find out~?
Tags/Extra info: 2nd person POV, gender neutral reader, fluff
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Ah~ Vargas Camp Ruggie SSR~ Those cute round floofy ears encircled by the visor (´⌣` ʃƪ)💕💕💕
I LOVE RUGGIE AND ADORE HIS EARS, THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE INSPIRATION FOR THIS JNTRGIOJIOF
Also~ .....might have gotten an idea similar to this for Octa trio, about admiring their merfolk forms/teeth/claws... would anyone be interested in that? 👉👈
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🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁
Trapped within a sleeping lion’s arms,
That is your predicament.
You paid Leona a visit to make sure he was attending his school duties and such, but of course the lionman decided to shut you up and take a nap right in the middle of your conversation. Not like Grim minded, anyway, the other lazy cat graciously welcomed some shut eye.
What were you to do now?
Well, only the most logical thing...
Leona had his face buried on the crook of your neck, the position you were in had you facing one another. Ever so carefully, you lifted your hand up towards his chocolate mane. You had to be extremely careful to fulfill your goal and sate your curiosity, his senses are much sharper than those of a regular human.
Slowly, patiently, you made your way towards the top of his head. Eyes and ears attentive to any movement or sound made by the sleeping beastman as your hand carefully...
Stroked his ear
Soft, very soft! The short fur was silky smooth to the touch!
Careful now, his ears twitched after the first pet. Few seconds went by and thankfully Leona remained sleeping, so you resumed your ear petting shenanigans.
As you explored the cute small ear, stroking and scratching here and there, you came face to face with a surprise. While scratching right on the base, where fur meets scalp, a deep low grumble left the sleeping feline.
“Whoa! What... Is that... purring?!” You tried your best not to flinch from the surprise. Curious as ever, you continued scratching that same spot, moving from side to side occasionally to see if his reaction changed (which it did, by the way, he prefers being scratched on one side more than the other, evident on how his purr intensifies when scratched on the preferred spot).
The vibrations traveled through you from how close Leona held you. This was definitely the most fun you’ve had in a while, until...
“What’re you doin’, herbivore?” He slurred out, looking up at you with eyes that struggled to remain open.
Panic rose in your heart as your hand stopped on its tracks. The dorm head, however, spoke again before you could do anything else: " 'f yer gonna... venerate me... d' it... pro..prly..." His head slumped back to the comfortably lay on your shoulder.
Stunned, you blinked a couple times to process what happened. "Yes, My King." You answered back, lips trembling as you tried to hold back your giggles. "Oh my lord, that was so DUMB and CUTE!" You admitted to yourself.
So, being a good little "royal servant", you went back to pet his ears. Immediately, the purring resumed with a renewed intensity, Leona's hold became more secure around you. Then you felt it,
A rough tongue very languidly licking at the exposed skin of your neck.
"WHAT the absolute..?! Leona?!" You were so confused and startled, goosebumps waking your skin while a blush lit up your cheeks. It was impossible not to flinch now, but even so the lion kept sleeping.
Could it be that having his ears tenderly scratched like this relaxed him so much to behave like an affectionate cat-dog?
You just buried your face on his hair, emotions too jumbled together for you to keep a straight face. Man, if he finds out what about what you did that led him to do that, to purr and sleep talk... Guess it was a good life to live.
For now, one though echoed through the mess of feelings:
"Too cute, Leonyaaaaaaa..!"
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🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩
Knowing the hyena worked himself to the bone in order to keep Savanaclaw functional and afloat, you decided to help him with some chores (plus, free labor like that was always welcomed by Ruggie).
You had just finished washing bedsheets and putting them up to dry while he folded the freshly dried uniforms.
"Ruggie, didn't you say last time second years and up can wash their clothes with magic?" You asked with annoyance while rolling your neck and trying to crack your back.
"Ah, yes, that's how it is." Came his answer.
"Then why is everyone still too lazy to do that?! What I'd give to have magic for this! I never knew bedsheets were so troublesome, even more so the Savanaclaw bedsheets! You guys need to clean them with special detergents against ticks and fleas, aside from the regular detergents, my hands are destroyed!" You whined. The dry sensation on your hands was already bothering you. Boy, if Vil got word of your disgraceful hands... You really need some powerful hydrating lotion.
The beastboy laughed his signature laugh at your misery. "Do remember it was you who wished to help~ I didn't ask you to come." He made his way over to you and took the basket of clean sheets to hang on the newly unoccupied clotheslines. “Let me help you with that.”
You got to work together, striking small talk until you were finally done.
“I guess people are just tremendously lazy and have too much spare money.” Ruggie suddenly said after a while of silence. You turned to look at him, confused. You were sitting in the shade to rest your tired feet and legs from standing for such a long while.
“Why they don’t wash their stuff, even when magic’s available... Downright slothful people with too much money...” He stretched and yawned, sprawling himself to rest his head on your lap.
“You mean... they paid you to do this stuff?” The hamster in your head stopped spinning the thought processing wheel for a second.
“Ye~s... should’ve charged them more, honestly. I’m missing out on buying leftovers from Sam’s and doing my meal prep for the week, yanno?” A groan left him, hands going to massage his biceps. “That was way too much work.” Another yawned led him to close his eyes and find a comfortable position to nap on.
Noticing your silence, the hyena cracked one eye open. “Ah, sorry for not telling you ‘bout the pay... But it’s not like I asked you for help~” He chuckled once more, returning to try and sleep.
With a subtle pout, you spoke, “I’m not mad... too mad about the money stuff, Ruggie.” You poked his forehead to call for his attention, “But I’m concerned about you taking on so much workload instead of attending your business. I mean, I live somewhat frugally in Ramshackle with Grim and certainly would never let an opportunity to buy good-to-use leftovers pass by... So why would you? and let your meal prep plans be ruined too? Did you really need money that desperately to neglect yourself?” Worry laced your voice and frown. "Do you ever get a chance to relax and rest well? Your body needs proper rest to function and prevent blotting!"
“Ah... eh... it’s really not a bother...” The boy became a little nervous and awkward at being object of concern, ears laid flat in embarrassment.
“No, no! Allow me to help~!” Before he could even react, you already had your hands buried on his hair.
“Ah, whoa, wait! Wha-?!” Ruggie tried to straighten up, but his attempts were immediately quelled by an extremely comfortable sensation that rendered him stupid.
Shoulders and neck released their tension, limbs went limp as tingles traveled through his spine and goosebumps rose on his skin, scrunched up face relaxed into a wide smile. Ruggie's whole body was submerged in a sea of bliss.
What caused this? Very simple...
Your delicate touch on his big round ears turned to be a major weakness, a surefire way to send pleasurable sensations through him that relaxed all his muscles. Gleeful giggles could only tumble out of your lips at his cute goofy expression.
The ear petting continued for few minutes until you eventually stopped.
Dazed eyes opened to look at you expectantly, "Why did you stop?" His lips formed a pout.
"Hoho~ Want some more?" There was a subtle teasing tone in your words, "I certainly wouldn't mind~!" You were eager to return your hands to his hair, massaging his scalp until you reached those adorable fluffy ears.
He cleared his throat, look averted from your general direction due to bashfulness. “Ah, [Name]... Could you... maybe massage the inside of my ear? B-But don’t insert your finger too deep inside, okay?!” The hyena’s cheeks were tinted pink.
“Sure thing~” You smiled a the boy, getting to work on his request. “Hey, Ruggie,” You turned to look at each other, “Whenever you need to relax, my services will always be free of charge for you~!” A final cheeky wink accompanied your words.
Ruggie could only blush a little more while sharing a laugh with you.
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🐺 Jack Howl 🐺
Sometimes cloud watching helped bring back even the tiniest drop of happiness and calm to your day, thus why you decided to lay on a random patch of grass and look at the sky.
“Dumbass cat... stupid tanuki...” Bitterness still clung to your heart, however the boil of anger quickly turned to sadness. You and Grim had an argument that left you emotionally and mentally exhausted, no smidge of joy could be found in you.
It felt dumb to be hung up on the discussion, but he said some sensitive stuff and you equally retaliated. Even so, guilt and regret took over your mind, making you realize an apology to your feline-monster companion was due soon. He was your first ever friend in this world, for heaven's sake! There's unique fondness in your heart for him, something a dumb tantrum cannot break.
But first, you needed to collect yourself and regain some cheer.
Meanwhile, as you looked at the sky above and lost yourself in thought, paws trotted up to you. Loud sniffing and a damp sensation on your cheek and neck broke you out of your trance.
“Woah, doggo.” Was the first thing that came to mind as you sat up to look at the perpetrator. The big white canine groaned at you, annoyance clear on his eyes. “Kidding kidding, sorry! Jack, that you, bud? Been a while since I saw your wolf form.”
Your fellow first year nodded. Silence stretched on because, really, what could you expect a wolf to do? You’ve yet to become an expert at animal languages, so you did the talking between you two.
“Are you training your unique magic? Deuce once mentioned you doing so while in track practice... Seems you can hold your form for longer, good job.” You praised while an accomplished look crossed Jack’s furry face.
It seems your face remained gloomy in your little exchange which urged your friend to find a way to make you talk about what was bothering you. His solution? Pawing at your hands until you got the idea.
“What’ wrong? You need something?” He groaned, displeased with your question. “Uh... Something the matter?” The wolf snorted in irritation.
Looks like he needs a more direct approach. Your friend took to poke your chest with his snout and tilt his head to the side, trying to signal that he had a question regarding you.
“Oh! Uh, are you curious about me? Have something to ask me?” That was it! Jack finally assented. “Ah... I think I know what you’re curious about... Why am I here, why I was laying on the grass looking at nothing, right?”
A sigh before more words left your mouth. “Grim and I had a dumb fight. Figured I needed to simmer down before going to apologize. Cloud watching helped back then, but... not this time...” You looked down at your hands, feeling too vulnerable to sustain eye contact with the wolf boy.
Before he could do anything, an idea crossed your mind. “Worth the risk.”
“Actually, Jack, do you think...!” Your movements were so sudden, you ended up so very closely face to face with the canine for he was making his way over to you.
“Ahaha, sorry about that.” Came your apology. “But... Jack... Could I, maybe, if you allow me to, pet you? I-I think it could help cheer me a little.” Still you kept your gaze away from his, fingers fidgeting with one another to quell the nerves.
All you got as confirmation was something landing on your shoulder and nuzzling close to you. He closed the gap between you as best he could in his current form, encouraging you to hug him and pet as you so desired.
And that you did.
His fur was thick and dense, fitting for someone who lives in a snowy place.
Your hands traveled along his back and up towards his head, while your head planted itself on what you could say was the crook of his neck.
That’s when you leaned new information about your wolf boy friend, when your hands reached his ears.
For most part of the hug-petting session, Jack remained still, making some low noises as you scratched here and there and stroked his fur... But once you got to his ears...
Tail perked up, wagging a mile a minute, he let most of his weight fall on you as he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation brought by your massage. The big canine let out pleased sighs as your hands freely pet his fur.
But it was all interrupted by a sudden POOF!
There he was, the Jack you knew and love, wrapped up in your arms while his tail kept wagging from the love shown to his ears.
It took some time for your giggles to register in his head, but once it did he looked at you. “What? What’s funny?”
Silence
“Ah...” He cleared his throat. You were the first to let go and separate from the embrace. “So that made me lose control of my magic, huh...?” He whispered, but you heard him. The light blush on his cheeks betrayed his supposed calm and collected demeanor.
You decided to let it go, save the boy from further embarrassment. “Thank you, that helped a lot, Jack. I feel ready now.”
“It’s... never a problem to help you, [Name].” He stood up, offering you a hand that you gladly took. “Do you know where Grim is?” He took some steps, signaling you to lead the way, he would accompany you to do what you needed.
It surprised you, since Howl pride himself on being the lone wolf, but his company was always welcomed. “Yes, I recall him saying he’d go to Ace and Deuce to get away from me... That cat.”
Your friend nodded, waiting for you to catch up so both could make your way towards Heartslabyul and settle this rough patch in your friendship with Grim.
[END]
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AAAAH FINALLY DONE!
Say, are you guys also curious about touching the boys’ ears (and tails)? Hope they let us explore this trope in game at least once~
Thank you for reading!
...and maybe....if you like my writing, consider participating in a little special event of sorts I’m hosting in the blog?
I’ll be looking forward to fulfill your requests~!
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quiet all the noises
a prompt fill for @alexmanesss who just wanted some domestic!malex 💕
(AO3 Link)
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Michael is out in the driveway, half under the body of Alex's SUV changing out the oil pan, when he hears the screech of the smoke alarm from inside the house. He has no idea what would cause it to go off, because when he came outside a half hour ago, Alex was hunched over some paperwork in his office.
He curses the timing, and secures the new pan before scrambling out from beneath the car and dashing inside through the garage door. It's the fastest, and leads right into the kitchen, and Michael can't think of a reason for the kitchen to be on fire. Going through the garage may be faster, but it also means he doesn't get to grab Alex in his office during his mad dash.
Except Alex is standing in the kitchen.
Michael stops dead in his tracks.
The kitchen is filled with a haze of smoke, and Michael immediately runs to the windows, leaning over the small breakfast table to unlatch them and open them up to vent the room. The fan above the stove is already working on high, so Michael switches on the ceiling fan and raises an eyebrow in Alex's direction.
Because Alex is standing at the sink, where there is a blackened pan of something smoldering, and looking mortified.
Alex was cooking.
Michael can't stop the laugh that escapes at the thought, or the smile he feels spreading across his face. In the time since Michael moved in - or well, if he's being honest, since Alex pressed the house key into his palm and said he didn't want to wake up without Michael next to him anymore - Alex has never cooked. It's something he talks a lot about, particularly how terrible he is at it. But Michael doesn't care, he would happily cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for Alex.
Even moreso now if Alex cooking means potentially burning the house down.
"I miscalculated," Alex finally says, turning on the water in the sink.
Michael raises an eyebrow. "Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but what were you trying to make?"
Alex turns around, bending over the counter to bury his face in his hands, and Michael just keeps smiling. "I thought how hard can it be to cook pasta?"
"You burned pasta?"
Alex won't look at him, and won't turn around, so Michael crosses the room, and gently coaxes him to move, Alex's back against the counter so they can look at one another. Or well, so Michael can look at Alex, as Alex stubbornly refuses to meet his gaze.
"I wanted to do something nice for you, Michael." He throws an arm out, motioning in the general direction of the door that leads back out towards the garage. "You work at the junkyard all day, and then you come home and you do these things like change the oil in my car, and then you cook dinner for us so we can eat together, and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate it. How much I appreciate you."
Michael feels overwhelmed by what Alex is saying, his heart bursting in his chest. He doesn't mind working on Alex's car, and he certainly doesn't mind cooking for them. Not when Alex in the proximity of the stove is apparently a fire hazard.
And he knows Alex feels horrible, but Michael doesn't feel anything except love . There's a mess of charcoal in the sink, and the house smells like something died, but Michael can't even find it in himself to care, because Alex is standing in front of him, and he's fine, and really that's all that matters.
He leans forward, reaching up and gently cradling Alex's face in his hands. "Why don't you go find the menu to that new Chinese place that just opened, and I will take care of this?"
Finally, Alex looks up at him. "You don't have to clean up my mess-"
Michael shakes his head, leaning down to kiss him. "I want to."
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They eat spread out on the floor in the living room, both of them leaning against the sofa, takeout containers in the space between their legs.
"How did you never learn to cook?" Michael can't help but ask.
He watches Alex shy away a bit at the question, tucking his chin into his neck and biting his lip. "Mom left when I was too young to go near the stove, and my dad-"
Alex cuts himself off, and Michael realizes the mistake in his question. Of course Alex never learned to cook. His mother had left when he was a kid, and Jesse Manes was too self-involved in pushing patriarchal norms down his sons throats. Why would any of the Manes boys know how to cook?
For not the first time in his life, Michael is glad Jesse Manes is buried six feet under in the cemetery.
"Sorry," he apologizes immediately.
"No, it's fine Guerin." He watches Alex take a deep breath. "And it wasn't like I had much reason to cook when I was enlisted."
"Do you want to?" Michael asks, realizing perhaps no one has ever asked Alex if he wants to learn.
Alex doesn't answer right away, Michael watching as he picks up the container of General Tso's chicken, and pokes at it with his chopsticks. There's something else there in the silence. Michael isn't sure what, but he hopes Alex will tell him.
Michael picks up the container holding the chicken dumplings and spears his fork in.
"We should order from this place from now on," he says, trying to smile around a mouth full of food. "Better than that place on 285."
Alex's gaze is trained on him, and Michael can see the amusement reflected back at him, but it's beautiful and it's love. And for all the years of them, through good and bad, ups and downs - Michael somehow always finds himself falling into deeper love with Alex.
"I know I said I don't let my father's voice, his judgement, affect me anymore. But it's still there, telling me I shouldn't do something, or be something-" Alex takes a deep breath, and sets down his food container, reaching up and pulling himself onto the couch. Michael wastes no time doing to same, giving Alex space, and settling on the edge of the coffee table, facing him. "Cooking is one of them. That's something women do, he'd say. Manes Men don't spend their time in the kitchen."
Even after all this time, Michael knows Alex still struggles with the weight and expectations his father placed on him. He watches now as Alex works through them, placing his own, better, expectations on himself. And Michael tries to be there for him during those moments when he needs it.
He reaches out and takes Alex's hand between his own, running his fingertips across the skin. After a moment, he feels a slight tug, Alex turning his hand to take hold of Michael, gently pulling him forward. And Michael goes, lets Alex pull him onto the couch, and push him against the cushions. He lets himself relax as Alex presses himself into his side, feeling Alex press his face to his neck, lips against the skin. Freeing his arm, he wraps it around Alex's back, and pulls him impossibly closer, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to his forehead.
Food forgotten on the floor, they sit there on the sofa, wrapped up in each other.
"I do wanna learn," Alex finally says after a moment.
Michael turns enough to look at him, unable to stop the smile from appearing. "Yeah?"
"Where did you learn, anyway?"
"Sanders."
It's then that he realizes he's never told Alex. Never explained sleeping on Sanders' couch, or learning how to cook from him. Telling him how it was the only time he could count on getting breakfast when he was a kid. He told Maria once, when she asked the same question. As he talks, he feels Alex's fingertips running along the skin of his left hand, tracing the once damaged skin. A memory of a time long gone.
The past, and every hurt that they hold, doesn't define them anymore. These days, it's easier to look forward, to wake up in the morning with Alex next to him, and to wonder what the new day will bring.
To be thankful he's finally home.
#roswell new mexico#malex#malex fic#alex manes#michael guerin#notso writes fanfic#ok ok but sometimes i can't believe#that we're finally gonna see them like this#all happy and in love and talking#malex communicating is just... i love it so much
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Hi! 💕 I hope I'm submitting this correctly but I'm assuming you write for the Shishigumi lions? If so, I'd like to request some sfw and nsfw headcanons for them dating a female herbivore and it's totally up to you which members you would like to write for (although Free and Agata are my favourites!)
You know I love the Shishigumi, a lot. So I went overboard. I offer my apologies.
I will say, since I usually put NSFW under cut, but due to length I put it all under cut, I do have a big warning for it as to not surprise y’all
There’s a lot I could write for them, but to keep it reasonable I kept it kinda short! Feel free to request more if you’d like!
I’m also not great at nsfw so I tried my best I hope you like it anyway
SFW
Ibuki (I love him and will never NOT include him in an ask about the Shishigumi)
Ibuki is probably the best one at dating an herbivore. He’s very gentle and conscientious of you as an animal and your limitations
That being said, he’s top tier respectful. He knows you may not be as physically strong as her is, but that doesn’t mean you’re not strong in your own way. He also likes the idea of protecting you.
Always walks side by side with you. He’s nervous about holding your hand, but he’d never say it. Do it for him.
Has eaten meat for YEARS and really struggles with that part of himself.
Doesn’t kiss you for a really long time, he’s inwardly terrified that he’s going to hurt you. You’d have to make the first move.
Keeps you away from his work. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.
He knows his world is dark, gritty, and that you shouldn’t be a part of it. He wants to send you away, but can’t. He thinks he’s selfish. You’ll need to reassure him this is what you want.
Herbivores can’t see in the dark, so he keeps lights on in key areas so you can see better.
Protective. If anyone gives you any trouble he’s quick to correct their behavior, he can be incredibly intimidating when he wants to be
Slouches so you’re around the same height. Give him a back/neck rub at the end of the day. It will make him feel better, and he liked being close to you
The kind of boyfriend that remembers all the major events in your relationships, including small ones.
Once he gets comfortable, he’s a snuggle bug in private. Cheek kisses, arm around your shoulders when you’re sitting, wrapping his arms around your waist when you’re standing.
Lions can’t purr, but if they COULD oh man, he’d never stop
Free
He’s famous for enjoying females, so the fact that he’s dating someone seriously that’s not a feline is really strange
You should have seen the expression on one of the more flirty female lions when he turned them down.
Everyone thinks he’s joking about dating you at first, when they see he’s actually serious the teasing dies down, but doesn’t stop (it’s at his expense don’t worry).
“Has hell frozen over? What’s someone like you doing with a guy like Free?”
He honestly doesn’t expect you guys to stay together for very long. He expects it to be a fling. Only it doesn’t stop. He doesn’t get tired of you or eat you....It’s weird but wonderful.
Has eaten meat for years, and has a hard time letting himself kiss on anywhere but on the cheek. Likes to throw his arm around you and hug you. So he does show affection, but keeps his mouth FAR AWAY from your throat.
Rests his head on top of yours
Calls you “Babe” a lot. He has a lot of other nicknames for you to. Some of the lions don’t even know your name, just that you’re dating Free.
Over. Protective. He knows the market, the animals in it and the animals who come to it. He is very prepared to shoot or maim anyone who tries anything. The fact he’s such a loose canon does help scare people off. Everyone knows who you’re dating and they make sure not to push it.
He likes to show you off. He’s that guy that carries a picture of you in his wallet. Anyone who asks about him dating someone and he’ll show you off.
“Sure she’s hot, but have you see the ass on my girlfriend?”
Likes to show off in front of you. Fights? Yes. Please watch him and root for him.
Tries to get you to get a tattoo, but will NOT get identical ones. He doesn’t want to jinx it. If you wanna have similar tattoos though, that’d be okay.
Dolph
A relationship with Dolph when you’re an herbivore is really low key. A lot of people don’t know you’re dating. He doesn’t want to put you in jeopardy
He’s pretty serious and it’s hard for him just to relax. He does relax when you’re alone and he knows you’re safe.
Likes to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat
When you do go out together, you may have to initiate any hand holding. He plays it off, but he’s secretly happy
He smokes, and you may have to get on him for that if you don’t like it. It’d be very hard for him to quit
Will let you braid his mane, but wont keep it in if you go out
Supports your endeavors and does whatever he can to help. He may get a little to into it. You’ll say you wanna take a trip and he has everything planned out. It’s a blessing and a curse.
Likes how small your hands are in his
When he has a hard day, just hold him. He’s heavy and will lean into you, but he just needs the support
Has to relearn how to be himself, and you really help with that. He smiles more when he’s alone with you.
Has a really deep, gruff, morning voice
Agata
If lions could blush you bet he’d be constantly red. If you actually look close, the insides of his ears usually are
Loves holding your hand and hugs
Respects your boundaries. If Ibuki is the king of respect, Agata is the prince.
He’s still part of a dangerous organization in the black market, so when he’s working he’s all business. Only a few of the members know about you (just the inner circle).
Agata, like most of the others, is petrified to kiss you. He probably has the worst anxiety out of anyone else. He’s a meat eater, he’s eaten your kind of meat before. What if He accidently hurts you?
Texts you all the time.
The one you can be on the phone with for hours and not know it
Likes it when you run your fingers through his mane
He’s stronger than he looks, so he may just pick you up and carry you every now and again. He just likes to hold you, let him have this
Brings you flowers and your favorite snacks whenever you have a bad day
Stammers when he’s flustered.
Likes to bury his face in your neck
He has a hard time being who he is versus how he thinks he should be. The fact he can goof off and just enjoy life without the strain of being a lion is a blessing.
Probably says he loves you before you do. He does it when he’s half asleep on your lap. He falls asleep before he realized he said it, whoops.
You’d have to be the one to be aggressive in public. “Excuse me, he asked for no pickles” meme
Miguel
He’s pretty quiet in his group, so no one knows you’re dating
Miguel is really good at thinking his feelings and thoughts, but isn’t great at voicing them. He does a lot of little things to show affection. He brings you a warm drink on a cold day, has food for you when you wake up, holds you hand
He likes to try and see the best in everything, even if he knows how ugly the world is
His mane is maintained carefully. Once you get really serious, he may ask you to help him with it. It’s pretty intimate, and when you’re done he looks at you like you have stars in your eyes
He’s the force of protection you don’t even know is there. He’s probably saved your life like, eight times, and never let you know that he did
Sabu
If Miguel is quiet, Sabu is dead silent
No one knows anything about his personal life, let alone his dating life
They find out one day when the group is trying to make plans for a fun sort of day, and he turns them down because you two have a date. It becomes a secret mission for the group to find out who you are.
They don’t, Sabu is the oldest member and one of the most clever
A popular headcanon is that his face is really, REALLY messed up. I share that headcanon. The first time you kiss the scars on his face he chokes up
He goes all in. he’s yours as long as you’ll have him. He expects the same respect from you.
He’s eaten meat for a really long time, but he has more semblance of control being a smidge older than most of the other lions.
A bit pessimistic
Kisses you good morning and goodnight.
Cuddles on the couch. He’ll watch whatever you want to, but he has his preferences
Wears his face covering everywhere, you’ll need to remind him he can relax when you’re alone
. If you get out of somewhere like work or school late at night, he’s waiting for you to take you home.
So used to wearing a suit and tie, he doesn’t know how to do casual wear very well. He lets you pick most of his stuff out.
Jinma
He knows a lot about the black market, so he’s over protective from the get go. However, since he does know so much, he knows what connections to make to keep you safe.
Eats meat, and is self conscious that you’ll judge him for it. Please be nice to him
Kiss his eye with the spot, it makes him feel special
(Personal headcanon) His mane has never grown right, so he keeps it short. He’s kind of self conscious about it. A lions mane means a lot to male lions, he tries to keep it nice but...it’s nothing like some of the other Shishigumi’s manes. Pet it, run your fingers through it. Males don’t complimented enough. It’ll make him feel loved.
If you ever wanna go anywhere fancy, because of his connections and knowledge, you can basically go anywhere at any time...as long as it’s in the black market, but he may know a guy that knows a guy. If there’s something more legal you need, he checks in with his other gang members to see who knows who
Has a wicked good memory, remembers pretty much everything you’ve said
Dope
A gentleman. He will hold doors open for you, offer his arm and hand when you walk together, brings you flowers.
He, like all the Shishigumi, eats meat. He is self conscious about it an doesn’t want to scare you away. He will be upfront about it though. He wants honesty. he talks it out with you, and he will try and cut back but being part of the Shishigumi, and a meat addict, means it’s very hard for him to stop. He probably wont, not completely, but he tries not to do it around you.
He doesn’t brag he’s dating you, but if he’s asked he gets this really peaceful look on his face
If you ever take him shopping at any flea market or outdoor stalls, he will get you the best bargain. He’s also amazing at helping you with any work contracts, apartment contracts and anything else.
Likes it when you brush his mane, and lets you put it up for him before he goes out. He doesn’t let you do anything fancy, but says when you do it it somehow turns out better
Hino
Hino is very attractive. His looks are what brings jobs in, so he keeps the fact that you’re dating a secret for business.
Gives you extra affection in private because of it. Kisses, hugs, all that. His favorite is to kiss the back of your hand, he is kind of a romantic.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s still a lion. If he hears that an animal is giving you a hard time, he will take them down and look handsome AF doing it
Eats meat, and like all the other lions worries for your safety. He tends to eat before he sees you, but after a while of you dating he becomes more relaxed. He doesn’t eat in front of you though.
Spends a ton of time getting ready for the day, you may have to fight him for the bathroom
Compliments you a lot. He uses the basic one liners at his job with older, lonely, animals. So, he uses unique ones for you.
“I think the sun is jealous of your smile”
Totally lets your style his mane, and if you’re going out to somewhere not the black market, he’ll keep whatever style you give him. He’s confident and pulls anything off
Calls you Darling
Worst bedhead.
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Ibuki
It was almost impossible to get him in bed with you. He’s so worried and full of anxiety. Any mood you get in, you instantly gets ruined by him being worried he’ll eat you
You’re going to have to plan in advance and spend a lot of time talking about safety and safe words
Honestly? He does try and eat you the first time. Not intentionally and he stops himself, but to be fair to HIM as an herbivore...you almost let him
It kind of ruins the mood and you end up talking it out with him. He’s so ashamed he can’t look at you for a while.
Once time goes by, and you move pretty slow, but it’s worth it. Sex with Ibuki is amazing
Remember how Ibuki is really diligent about your limitations and you as an herbivore? Pays OFF when he’s with you
He’s all about foreplay and making sure you are ready and prepared before he does anything. Ibuki has big dick energy. He doesn’t brag but is blessed. But he knows that with you being smaller than him, he’s not down to hurt you with it
He starts keeping his nails short for you. The other guys may try and tease him for it, but Ibuki gets defensive over you and so it’s short lived.
His voice drops when he’s in the mood, and he borderline growls. You’ve been teasing him all day, you really should make it up to him
Surprisingly good at dirty talk, it kind of comes naturally to him and neither of you know why
Loves your thighs, and his whiskers tickle.
He has big hands, and when you’re alone he may saunter up behind you and run them down your sides slowly, kissing your check and down your neck.
Best at aftercare, no matter how tired he is, he will take care of you
Free
Is more concerned than he lets on. He tries to pretend he’s all confidence, but he has a pretty hard time getting to the point of actually having sex with you. He actually start actively avoiding it. He blue balls himself. Someone help him.
He’s used to doing what comes natural, and what if what comes natural means hurting you? He’d rather not.
When you do finally try and have sex, he doesn’t kill you...but he does bite you. You need stitches, and he has even more of a complex (tell him he just gave you a cool tattoo or something)
He may actively avoid you or being near you. It’s a set back. He’s not like Ibuki who can talk it out, he’s supposed to be a lion, not a scaredy cat.
You have to put your foot down. You’re dating a bad ass mafia lion, not some nervous school boy. Remind him about how much you care about him and how much you want him.
The second time goes better, but he’s a LOT more careful. he does maim a few pillows, claws the mattress. Their sacrifice is appreciated. (you two become famous for ruining and destroying beds. The other guys are both impressed and disgusted. Free has no shame)
Trims his claws so he can use them the next time. He’s learning.
This male is a womanizer, but he’s not great at doing things that females would stay for? It’s more of a hit-it-and go. He knows some tricks but...not a lot.
Tries his best though. Loves to dig his hands in your hips. Leaves bruises. One time he got hammered and asked Ibuki for advice. Ibuki was helpful, but needed therapy afterwards.
Rough sex 90% of the time (that other 10 is passionate sex that lasts hours, it’s pretty impressive)
Once you guys get comfortable, hope you’re okay with bite marks and kiss marks. You’d have to wear winter clothing 24/7 to hide them all. He’s VERY proud of you being his female, he doesn’t want any other male getting ideas
Turns him on if you take control. Most things you do turns him on. He’s near insatiable. You could roll out of bed, eyes still squinty, mascara from last night all over, and he’s like..man, that’s hot. Hope you’re okay with having sex in weird places, he’s going to ask.
Not great at aftercare, but BOY can he snuggle. If you’re able to walk afterwards, you wont be able to. Clingy.
Dolph
Wants it to happen organically, but when it finally does, he catches himself.
He’s looking at you under him, how your eyes sparkle and shine, and how vulnerable you are...And the idea that he could rip out your throat comes to mind and it terrifies him. He practically throws himself off you
You have to reassure him and talk to him.
Dolph is careful with you the first time, and while he doesn’t bite you, he does dig his claws in a little to much. They may or may not scar. He feels bad, but he’s so in the moment he can’t help it
May drool a little. Don’t tease him until later.
He doesn’t stop until you’re satisfied. It’s a promise. You will NOT be able to walk the next day. He’s going to make the claw marks up to you if it kills you and wakes everyone in ear shot.
Out of all of the lions, you’re safest with Dolph. He’s ”the serious one”, which makes him practical and knowing. He actually does research and goes online to inform himself.
Love bites. He doesn’t break skin, so you’re safe there.
Loves it when you try and claw him. You can’t do a lot, as an herbivore, but the fact your instincts try and make you...really gets him going.
Casual at aftercare. Better than average but nothing near Ibuki or Agata.
Not a sex maniac, and with work, it’s not high on his priority list. He’ll make up for it though ;)
Agata
Likes to pretend it’s not something he’s interested in, but he is. He just doesn’t want to pressure you, or scare you. Dating a lion is one thing, being fully exposed is another and he knows it.
He thinks about it a lot, but doesn’t act on it. You probably will have to take the lead. Agata gets way to in his head.
The sweetest kisser ever, but when he’s heated they’re like fire. Biting your lip, you face carefully with his claws just teetering on the edge of digging in. He loves kissing you, doesn’t matter where.
Kissing will lead to other things if you don’t stop him, but do you really want to?
Likes to pull you close, and the more heated he gets the more likely he’s going to grind on you without realizing he’s doing it
Totally whines if you stop kissing him.
Younger than the rest of the Shishigumi, and is more prone to using his instincts. He eats meat and is afraid of hurting you, but his desire to fuck your brains out is far greater than the instinct to eat you
He does end up biting you, and uses his claws. The damage he does isn’t serious, but he still fuses over you when its over.
Takes a while to let himself near you like that again. He beats himself up. You may have to prove to him you’re tougher than you look.
When you try again, he makes up for his shortcomings. You’re not sleeping tonight, call in sick to work tomorrow.
You may have to ask him to slow down. He intends to go all night, you may have to curb his enthusiasm. Don’t forget to take breaks for water so you don’t pass out.
Wont stop until you’re satisfied. Doesn’t matter how tired he is.
Sweet nothings in your ear non stop...between the moaning. He’s surprisingly vocal
Talk to him too. Part of the reason he cares so much about you is because you see him for who he is, not his status as a lion.
Since he doesn’t plan having sex with you, and just lets it happen naturally, he always has things in his room for you. Just in case. Please don’t tease him about it, the other lions do that enough.
Is totally the kind of guy to help you bathe afterwards if you want.
One of the biggest snugglebugs
Miguel
Miguel is worried about having sex with you, but no one knows it but him.
He’s the brawn of the group, and is strong as hell. He may end up trying to show off and you may end up in positions when you have to totally vulnerable (if it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll adjust. Just talk to him)
Muscles for days. The lion is made of stone, but has surprisingly soft touches. He knows his body and knows how to use it
He’s never had sex with an herbivore, he’s thought about it, but having sex with something he may eat later didn’t sit well with him. You are a different story. He’s thought about it a little to much
First time he has sex with you he claws you, and they’re pretty deep. You end up getting stitches. Unlike a lot of the other lions though, he doesn’t avoid you afterwards. He’s there when you get stitches, intimidating the doctor (who has a small heart attack every time Miguel moves)
Apologizes but isn’t afraid to try again. He trims his claws this time, you should really tell him the other things his fingers could be used for outside clawing your back.
Do not mess with his mane or pull it, he’ll get grumpy.
Loves your chest and carefully uses his tongue. Doesn’t matter what size they are, he’s a fan.
Not very vocal, but likes it when you are.
Sabu
Sabu is older and more controlled, so you’re pretty safe with him.
He doesn’t seem like he’s interested in it, and since he doesn’t talk much, him bringing it up comes out of no where.
“Wanna have sex?”
Just out of no where. He doesn’t talk much so he doesn’t beat around the bush. You were just scrolling on your phone, and you nearly drop it.
He doesn’t hurt you when you have sex, not even by accident, but the couch you were on gets shredded. It looks like an animal twice his size attacked it.
Runs his hands over your body, he can’t stop touching you.
Kiss his scars, it sooths him, and he’ll pay you back
Loves your neck, but is careful not to leave any marks (you have no idea how he doesn’t, it’s like magic)
He doesn’t care if you leave kiss marks on him
No great with aftercare, but will make sure you’re okay and kisses your cheeks and on top of your head
Jinma
Disaster. He doesn’t mean to be, he just is
He wants it to be perfect, but while he knows everything about the black market, he doesn’t know much about having sex with an herbivore. He never really though of it, and now that he is...help him. He knows rumors of herbivore and carnivore relationships that have gone wrong so...he kind of freezes up. That, and he hasn’t been in a lot of long term relationships.
While the others do their research, Jinma goes way to into it and becomes a bit overwhelmed, but hides it.
You end up having to take control. For someone who knows the black market like the back of his hand, Jinma is the student and you are the teacher. You’re an herbivore, and you’re going to show him just how much you know (you are the captain now)
He bites you, and he does break the skin, but he just closes his mouth and allows you to decide if you wanna continue or stop
He starts keeping a med kit in his room just in case.
He gets better, the more he learn and the more serious he is with you. Soon he’s compiling a book of knowledge on you.. He knows where to touch to make your toes curl, what to say, and your weak spots
He takes everything he learns and uses it against you one night. He’s a fast learner.
Dope
Part of negotiations is to know what a person wants and what they will go through to get it. So, when you bring it up, the look in your eyes is all it takes for him to know he needs to take you serious.
Usually his kisses are quick and satisfying, but once he actually starts to seriously kiss you its like it’s the last time he’s going to do it.
Likes to have you in his lap. Seeing your face is important to him. Every movement and actions of your body paints a picture of what you want.
Third best at foreplay, what drags him down is he watches you to the point that he forgets what he’s doing
When you first have sex, he ends up clawing your hips and biting your lip to hard. You lip bleeds a little and his nails break the skin. He’s a little worried, but if you don’t tell him to stop he’ll get permission to keep going.
Ends up also biting you, but nothing to terrible or life altering.
He loves watching you, body language tells a person a lot about someone, so no matter where or how, he likes seeing your face.
Afterwards, he makes sure you’re okay, and comfortable, He does the basics, but doesn’t go overboard
May leave a kiss mark or two, but it’s accidental. He doesn’t want to embarrass you (even if seeing you with kiss marks makes the animal in him deeply satisfied)
Hino
Hino knows a females body like no other. He’s not exactly promiscuous, but he likes being satisfied
Since dating you, he hasn’t been with any other females, he’s very needy. He’s not as bad as Free, but he’s getting there.
You have no idea how he seduces you every time, one moment you’re making tea, the next, you’re on the kitchen counter
The first time you try and have sex with him, he claws you way to hard and you end up having to get stitches and fixed up. He feels awful and can’t look you in the eye. He swears he will NEVER do it again
He never does, he keeps to his word
Unlike some of the other lions, the fact he hurt you doesn’t keep him away. He feels bad, but now he’s going to try twice as hard to make sure every time he has sex with you is amazing.
Wont stop until you’re satisfied, and just seems to naturally know your body and what you like.
While he’s composed in public, you get to see a little wild in his eyes when he fucks you. He has this low growl that rumbles through his chest that you feel deep in your body the tighter he holds you
Probably has had sex with you on most surfaces in your home.
Above average at aftercare. He tries, but having more one night stands than not hasn’t equipped him for great aftercare. He learns though.
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Chapter 2: Legends Never Die
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Billy was watching porn when Steve texted.
He’s never clicked out of a video so fucking fast in his life.
The message just read hey, this is steve :) which like, of course, the fucker uses little emoticons. Of course , he types out little smiley faces. It’s so dumb. It’s so cute.
And Billy just stared at it. One hand still on his dick, the other hovering over the keyboard.
What the fuck does he reply?
Obviously, Steve knows it’s Billy. Like. Duh.
So he just tapped out a little Hey.
Steve texted back almost immediately.
you have a good day? Billy found himself grinning maniacally, so he rolled over to hold his pillow close to his chest, burying his chin into it. He didn’t wanna deal with the fact that this stupid adorable cowboy was making him smile and flush. Stupid.
Yeah, it was nice. Way too hot, but nice.
lol try wearing jeans in that heat. sweatin through my damn saddle. Billy laughed into his pillow.
Jesus, you’re such a fuckin hick. Billy bit his tongue when he pressed send.
And Steve just sent back >:(. And God. He’s so cute. Billy. Hates him.
And then Billy’s phone buzzed twice, another brand new text from Steve.
One that made Billy’s heart fucking stop.
i have the day off tomorrow. no tiedown on the schedule. you should come by and we could hang
Which sounded like. A date. It sounded like a fucking date. And Billy wanted to ask. If Steve’s invitation was for a goddamn date.
But like, he can’t just ask. Can he? Is that weird? Okay, maybe he’ll just-
Should I bring Max?
Right? Like if Steve says to bring his little sister, then there’s no way it’s a date. Because, who would want their date to bring their little sister? People who are just hanging out as friends, that’s who.
was hoping it'd just be you and me
And hoo boy. Hoo boy. That’s. That’s a fucking. That’s a date.
Then yeah. Just you and me.
And Steve sent him another little :) because the fucker loves his emoticon smiley faces. They’re not even, like, actual emojis. Steve doesn’t take the time to use fucking apostrophes, but he does type out little faces.
And maybe Billy’s spending too much time thinking about the smiley little shits.
But, like. It’s just. It’s Steve. And it’s a cute fucking thing that Steve does.
Billy’s pretty much obsessed with him by now.
And maybe Billy should ask for, like, a time to meet. But he was halfway through a video and his cock’s still hard and kinda starting to ache, pressed against the mattress where it was. He rolled over, slid his hand back into his shorts, and wrapped his fingers around the base of himself.
So it’s easy just to, slide it up. Run his fingers along his length. Pretend his rough hand is Steve’s rough hand. Pretend the tight vice grip is Steve’s mouth. Hot and slick around him.
He could picture Steve, on his knees in the dirt, those tight fucking jeans beginning to stain at the knees, those big pretty eyes looking at him so reverently, so softly.
And he came all over his hand, pictured those pink pretty lips covered with cum. Imagined scooping it on his fingers, pressing them into Steve’s mouth, making him lick them clean.
It wasn’t even the most depraved fantasy Billy’s ever had. But it was for sure in his top five best orgasms. No doubt about it.
He wiped his hand on the sheets, turning onto his side, staring at the short little conversation with Steve.
Thinking about their fucking date tomorrow.
Max was on his ass the second he woke up.
She cornered him as he was coming out of the bathroom, making him startle and nearly smack her.
“The fuck you doing out here, Shitbrid?”
“What are we doing today?”
“ We aren’t doing shit all. I will be heading out. Soon.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, jutting her jaw in a way he absolutely knows she learned from him.
“Are you going to the rodeo?” she hissed through her teeth at him. “Are you going to see-”
“That’s none ‘a your fuckin’ business.” He pushed past her, lumbering down the hall, almost making it into his bedroom before she slipped inside with him, slapping his elbow and kicking the door closed.
“Are you going on a date ?”
Billy glared at her. He clenched his jaw, speaking through gritted teeth.
“Pretty sure we agreed not to fucking talk about this shit here.”
She pursed her lips, shifting her jaw.
“Just nod or shake your head.”
Billy kept his head very still.
She kicked him once in the shin before stomping out of his room, nearly slamming the door, catching it at the last minute, and closing it quietly.
Neil didn’t approve of doors slamming in his house.
It was rule number. Three probably. First rule was don’t be a smartass. Second rule was don’t be Billy. That was kind of an unspoken rule. But it was there.
And Billy was faced with his newest dilemma.
What does he wear?
Because it’s gonna be another hot fucking day, and his typical date outfits have more, more.
He’s got one clean pair of cut-offs left. Okay. Yes. And he puts on a printed button-up shirt. Leaves it almost all the way unbuttoned, because, like, of course, he does. He’s got a good body. He wants Steve to see it.
He’ll be mostly cool, and he looks better than he did last time he saw Steve.
Black Converse complete the look, and he maybe spends more time than he usually would putting his hair into a ponytail, using one of Max’s bright scrunchies.
She’ll get pissed if she notices it but. Whatever. He steals them from her all the fucking time.
He hasn’t looked at his phone all morning, figured he could head over to the rodeo, and whenever Steve texted, he’d play it cool and act like he wasn’t already there.
But, cowboy hick Steve was obviously an early riser. As the most recent text Billy has is from that cowboy hick Steve. At six. In the morning.
you wanna meet up around ten?
It was currently just past nine.
Does Billy head up there now and wander around the grounds for a bit?
Yes. Yes, he does. Because frankly, he looks gay as fuck in this outfit and he should probably dip before his dad sees.
He sends Steve a thumbs up and the three dots show up almost immediately, showing Steve typing.
you got a car right? can you pick me up outside of the parking lot? i gotta get outta here
And Fuck. Billy knows that feeling.
No problem. You wanna get breakfast? I know a good diner if you’re into that kinda thing.
hell yeah im into that :)
Ah, yes. There was that little happy face just in time to give Billy lots of nice heart palpitations.
Great. That’s what he needs. To get sappy and gross over Steve’s emoticons. Again.
He slipped out of his house without interference, taking a lap around the block just to kill time before setting off to the fairgrounds.
He was trying to make his car look presentable, shoving the few gum wrappers Max left by the gear shift into his pocket, brushing off any stray cigarette ash with one of the baby wipes in the glove box.
And by the time he reached the fairgrounds, he saw Steve skulking along the front of the parking lot, hopping over cracks in the sidewalk like the cutest little bunny.
It was the most adorable thing in the fucking world.
Billy pulled up next to him, blaring the horn and watching Steve startle at the sound.
He was wearing cut-off denim shorts like Billy’s, and a goddamn crop top. It had the silhouette of a horse on its hind legs, its mane flowing in the wind behind it, and Harrington American Rodeo brandished across his chest. It was cut just at his waistline, where his body nipped in right above his hips.
Steve smiled his pretty smile at Billy, just about skipping around the front of the car to slide into the passenger seat.
And Billy tried not to think about how fucking good Steve looked in the passenger seat of his car, those long fucking legs all on display, his thighs, thick and pale, covered in dark hair.
“Hi,” Steve was leaning with one elbow on the center console, putting himself in Billy’s space, and Billy was thankful for his dark aviator sunglasses, as his eyes went wide and probably panicked with Steve moving in so close.
Because if Steve was leaning in to kiss him, that kinda feels like a lot. And Billy’s not a prude, not by any means but he's, he’s got lines, and rules, and-
Steve just knocked his head into Billy’s shoulder, leaning back to buckle his seatbelt, like headbutting Billy’s shoulder was casual and normal.
And fuck.
Billy’s in so deep for this guy he barely fucking knows.
All he could do was push the car forward, and will away the flush on his cheeks. And pretend like he hadn’t jerked off to the person sitting next to him less than twelve hours ago.
“So. Billy. Tell me about yourself.” Steve shifted in his seat, turning to look right at Billy. “All I know is that you’ve got a kid sister, a cool car, and that you’re really hot.”
Billy smirked, turning to look at Steve over his glasses, found Steve biting his bottom lip demurely.
“Well, there’s not much else to know .”
“Oh, come on. Where are you from? How old are you? Shit, probably shoulda asked that sooner. Please, tell me you’re not fifteen or something.”
“I’m literally driving, right now. And relax, Pretty Boy. I’m eighteen next month.”
“Okay. Okay, good. I’m eighteen, by the way. Just so you know, that I’m not fifteen.” Billy shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile. “But I still want answers to the other questions.”
“Well, I’m from here. Born and raised in San Diego. Uh, I graduated high school in May. And I work at the diner I’m about to take you to, which might be the lamest shit in the world, but they have good pancakes.”
“I like pancakes.” Steve was fiddling with some of the knobs in the car, turning the air conditioner up and down. Billy was just resisting slapping his hand away.
And then he reached for the volume knob on the radio, turning up the Ratt Billy had playing, and audibly scoffed.
“God, I should’ve known you liked this .”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“Just, you know. Sex charged drug-fueled hair metal.”
“Oh my God. What in the fuck ?” He gave Steve as incredulous a look as he could muster. “Are you a housewife from the fifties?”
Steve gave one of his excellent bright laughs at Billy, and Billy’s gut got a little bit gay and a little bit fluttery.
“Alright, Stevie. I’ll bite. What kinda music are you into? And if you say country I’m blowing my fuckin’ brains out.”
“Well, unfortunate then because, yeah. Fuckin’ country, man. Although, I prefer folk.”
“See, you call my music sex-charged and drug-fueled, at least I’m not listening to posers rant about their tractors.”
“Oh, no. I hate that shit as much as you do. I mean like, Johnny Cash. Willie Nelson, you know? Emmylou Harris, Marty Robbins, Miss Dolly. The good stuff. There’s like, a few modern artists that are doing the same kinda thing that I like. It’s all just stories and good music.”
“That’s all my music is. Stories set to music. And, you say my shit is drug-fueled, you do know that Willie Nelson is famous for being a stoner? And that Johnny Cash publicly dealt with addiction and all that?”
“Well, yeah, but they’ve got class.”
“Okay, Cowboy. I’ll let you die on that fuckin’ hill while I party it up on mine to some eighties metal.”
And Steve reached out to shove Billy lightly, laughing while he did it.
“Agree to fucking disagree then. Just take me to pancakes and don’t try to reason with me about shitty music.”
“Then change the subject. Tell me other things about you besides your terrible music taste.”
Steve leaned back in his seat, blowing out a puff of air.
“Uh, I mean. Jeez. I don’t do much besides the rodeo, you know? Just movin’ all over the country.”
“That must be. Exhausting.”
Steve reached out to brush his fingers against the dashboard mindlessly.
“It’s not so bad. I try to make friends in the towns, you know? Makes it kinda fun.”
“Where were you born?”
“Indiana. Really small town. My mom and I stayed there for three years while my father traveled around. I’ve been on the road since.”
“Holy shit. Since you were three? Did you, like, go to school?”
“No. Uh, I actually have a tutor that’s on the road with us, and I’m. You know. Supposed to get my high school diploma soon. I’m behind schedule since,” he waved his hand flippantly. He was staring at his lap, playing with the frayed hem of his shorts. And Billy was grasping for another subject as Steve’s cheeks went red. Because obviously school, had struck a nerve.
“What kinda horse is June?”
“She’s an American quarter horse. That’s the usual type for most rodeo events. They’re good ranch horses because they’re a little more compact. I’ve been with June for five years now, and she’s a beast. I’ve got two others with me, on rotation so that none of them get too tired doing the shows over and over. June, Patsy, and Loretta. They’re all quarter horses, and each one is only about fourteen and a half hands tall. I like my horses a bit smaller for tie-down.”
“I understood, honestly, like, nothing of what you just said.”
Steve tossed his head back, laughing loudly over the radio at Billy’s confusion.
He laughed a lot.
Billy liked it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you rodeo slang. You’ll be a natural,” Steve said, reaching out to where Billy’s right hand was resting on the gearshift, wrapping his finger’s around Billy’s wrist.
“What about their names?”
“All ladies of country. Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, and June Carter. Carter-Cash, I guess. She married Johnny but had a career in her own right.”
“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ hick.”
“You’ve said that before. Just because I’m in the rodeo-”
“No, it’s because you’re in the rodeo, and listen to country music, and wear fucking cowboy boots -”
“They are literally made for riding horses, okay? That’s why they were invented .”
Billy rolled his eyes again, but he was smiling brightly as he pulled into the diner parking lot.
It wasn’t too busy for a Sunday morning. Billy bets it’ll pick up in an hour or so for the brunch crowd.
He began working at the diner three years ago, bussing tables and washing dishes, getting paid under the table because technically, he was too young to work. He was a server now, usually taking the evening dinner shifts to miss that time when his dad was home from work.
The bell jingled above their heads as Billy held the door open for Steve, and Billy stuck his tongue out at the kitchen staff, leaning over the counter to swipe a few menus from the stack.
He led Steve to a booth in the back corner, waving at Lorraine, the older woman who was working their section, gesturing to the booth for Steve to take a seat.
“Wow. You’ve totally got this place on lock.”
Billy grinned at him, leaning against the wall to stretch his legs up on the booth next to him.
“I’ve worked here a few years. Kinda done all the staff positions. It’s a nice place.”
“Well, then what do you recommend?” Steve carefully opened the laminated menu, his big eyes flicking over the pictures on the side of every dish.
“Pancakes are good, so are the waffles though, if you’re into that. I like the full breakfast. Eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, pancakes, or toast. Kinda the best of everything.”
Steve snapped his menu shut, smiling softly at Billy.
“I’m trusting you with my breakfast here. It better be good .”
Lorraine approached their table, already pouring Billy a cup of coffee and sliding it to him along the table.
“You really love us that much you find your way in here on your day off?”
“Only you, Lorraine. Everybody else can fuck off for all I care.”
She shook her head, rolling her eyes at Billy.
“You want the usual cook-up?”
“Yes, please.”
She took his unopened menu, turning and smiling brightly at Steve.
“What can I get for you, Darling.”
Steve’s eyes were wide when he looked up at her, his cheeks starting to flush.
“Uh, just, the same as Billy, please.”
“You want a coffee?”
“No, Ma’am. Just a water for me please.” He handed his menu back, giving her a bright smile, his cheeks a soft rosy red.
Lorraine winked at Billy, nodding her head once in Steve’s general direction. Billy waved her off before she could say something embarrassing.
“Sorry, I get kinda weird sometimes.” Steve had pulled a napkin out of the dispenser on their table and was looking down at it, tearing off little chunks and rolling them into balls.
“That’s okay. Lorraine gets it. Plus, you were polite, and that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t be caught dead with you if you were an ass to servers.”
“Oh, God. My dad is such an ass when it comes to, really any staff. Like, servers, or, frankly, most of the people that work for him. Don’t even get me started on the animal carers. I mean, that’s probably the most important job at the whole rodeo, and he’s been trying to dock pay left, right, and fucking center.” Steve rolled his big eyes, huffing like Max.
“Wait, so your dad is like, the head of the whole operation?”
“My name is Steve Harrington,” and Steve pointed at his shirt, the name Harrington emblazoned over the horse.
“Oh damn. I thought that name was familiar when I saw the shirt. Figured I had just seen the rodeo name or something.”
“Nope. That’s me. A whole Harrington. My great-grandpa started the rodeo. He was, like, an actual ranch hand. Started one in the town we’re from. My grandpa was the one who got the idea to take it on the road. My dad came up through it like I did. He was in steer roping. And basically, his end goal is that I start running the whole show in a few years. Take over for him.”
“And, you don’t want to?”
“Nah. I don’t really have a brain for business. Don’t have a brain for much other than riding and tie-down, honestly. Don’t know the first thing about how to run a traveling rodeo.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
Steve smiled at him, but his eyes seemed sad, and his smile was tight.
“You got plans for next year? College or anything?”
“Nah. I think college is, on the horizon, but I’m taking a gap year. Saving up to move out and pay for school and everything. Probably gonna go to community college to save some money. And then maybe grad school?”
“That’s smart, you know? Finding ways to save up. My dad is debating pushing college on me. Like, if I do run the business, there’s some shit I should know going into it, right? But I think he also sees that I’m way too dumb for college, and, like, I don’t need a degree to get hired. I’ll just,” Steve made an upwards sweeping gesture with his right hand. A gesture that Billy understood to vaguely mean nepotism.
“What would you rather do? If not run the thing.”
“I like tie-down, and I could feasibly do it for a long time. I could branch into other events, too, like steer roping and all that. Same idea as calf roping but a different animal. Literally. It’s a steer. But I’d be content just doing the events until I croak. I have absolutely no desire to rise through the ranks, or whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes, balling up the little napkin wads he had made into another napkin from the dispenser. Billy appreciated it. He’s had to clean up crap like that from this very floor. “I just love being around the rodeo. The animals and all the people. I don’t really wanna be anywhere else.”
“At least you have something you love. Like, you’d be happy to do that for the rest of your life, and not in an I’ve got nothing better to do way, but in an, I’m passionate about this way. A lot of people don’t really. Get that.” Billy included.
It’s not that he doesn’t have passions, it’s just that they’re not necessarily sustainable to him.
He knows he’s dangling by a thread with his father. Knows after his eighteenth birthday, he should be ready to be kicked out or asked to pay rent at any time. He needs a career that’ll get him some fucking money if he wants to get out and cut off his dad entirely. He can’t be forced to go crawling back to him because he wanted to self-publish his gay ass poetry that never took off or drum in a rock band that went nowhere.
To name a few.
“Yeah, I mean. Sometimes I think that I probably would’ve never set foot in a rodeo if I wasn’t literally born into one, so I kinda wonder who I’d be if this wasn’t everything I knew, but I still really love doing it, and it’s something that I’m actually good at, which speaks volumes.”
They were interrupted by Lorraine returning, placing two identical plates in front of them, a glass of water for Steve, and pulling hot sauce and ketchup out of her apron pocket.
“You two let me know if you need anything else.”
Steve beamed at her, thanking her softly and Billy’s heart fluttered like a stupid idiot.
They tucked in, Steve shoving food into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging, chewing aggressively. It made Billy laugh and nearly spew coffee all over the table.
“I figured you’d have better manners, being the heir to a rodeo dynasty or whatever.”
Steve pulled a face, showing Billy the chewed-up food in his mouth.
“How’s that for manners?”
It was actually fucking funny watching him try to swallow everything stuffed in his mouth.
“It’s borderline painful watching you eat.”
Billy laughed as Steve flicked a piece of scrambled egg at him. It landed on his shoulder. Billy slurped it right off his shirt.
“See! Now, who's the one with no table manners?”
“Still you, Sugar. Still you.”
Breakfast was, like, actually fun.
Not that Billy was expecting it to be shitty, but he wasn’t expecting it to be as carefree, as easy, as it was. He and Steve just, kinda, clicked.
Steve was easy to talk to. He was easy to listen to, easy to laugh with, and even easier to look at.
He’s kinda, everything Billy has ever wanted in a person.
He slid his hand into Billy’s as they were leaving the diner, smiling shyly at Billy when he looked over at him.
And Billy stopped in his tracks, right there in broad daylight, tugging Steve by his hand closer to Billy’s body, sliding his hands up his arms, feeling over Steve’s shoulders, and down his back to settle on his hips. Steve wrapped both arms around Billy’s shoulders, leaning closer to him, almost pressing his whole body against Billy’s.
And it was easy. Kissing Steve was just as easy as talking to him, as laughing with him, as looking at him. It was simple and nice and made Billy feel something he really didn’t want to put too much thought into.
Something that was decidedly not easy.
They pulled away from one another, both their lips red and slick.
Billy opened the passenger door, and Steve folded himself into the seat with a ridiculous amount of grace.
And as Billy drove them aimlessly through the city, he tried not to think of the expiration date on this whole thing, on the dates listed on the back of Steve’s t-shirt.
They’ve got a little under a month together.
And Billy was determined to make that the best goddamn month of both of their natural lives.
#yikes writes#show pony#rodeo au#lemons#i got hit with a fat wall of Sad and decided to post ch 2 to see if i get a lil serotonin from the response#we will SEE#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove
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when you come home to me
Summary: Alex comes home for a few days and spends them in Michael’s bed.
Tags: bittersweet fluff, lost decade, implied sexual content
for the @malexremix here's a remix of @tkstrrand ‘s fic If the world was kind, he would stay.
ao3
Monday
Alex took a deep breath, hands squeezing the armrests of the airplane seat.
They’d just landed and he was just waiting for the clearance to get off the plane. Then he’d catch a cab to his dad’s house to pick up his car and he’d get to go home. He was crawling out of his skin with anticipation and nerves. He knew, logically, that he’d be welcomed back. But he always held a sliver of doubt. Alex was always just preparing himself to walk up to Michael’s airstream and find someone else in his bed.
He didn’t have insecurity around Michael’s bisexuality or anything. He wasn’t intimidated by the idea that Michael might choose to be with a woman because it’d be a simpler time while in Roswell. Honestly, anyone would be easier for Michael to date in Roswell. At least they’d be there full time.
Yet, he couldn’t shake his nerves. He’d gone too long without contact this time, he thinks. Three years. So much could happen in three years. Michael could’ve met someone and gotten married and had a kid and it would’ve been a socially acceptable timeline.
God, he really hoped he didn’t have a kid or a spouse.
The entire process of leaving the airport, watching a few of his fellow soldiers have a grand reunion with their family while he walked towards the doors alone, and riding home in a stuffy cab that smelled faintly of weed seemed to pass all too quickly and drag on painfully at the same time. He was as sure it’d taken his entire day as he was sure it’d been 15 minutes and he was about to fall on Michael’s doorsteps without the time to think of what to say.
The first sign things were going to go in his favor, though, was the fact that his dad’s house was empty. Alex knew his father knew when he was coming back to Roswell. Not that he deliberately went out to keep track of that date, but his dad always seemed to know everything that Alex did. Which would make sense considering his current CO was buddy-buddy with Jesse Manes. The fact that he wasn’t there, waiting to make it difficult for him to get to Michael’s, was a godsend.
Alex took a record-breaking run to his room. He grabbed his phone, his charger, a couple more items of clothing, and his keys and he was gone before his dad could even return.
Michael moved between Foster’s Ranch and the junkyard. He didn’t think about what it would mean if he was somewhere else. How would he find him if he wasn’t there?
Fortunately, he didn’t have to dwell on that disaster seeing as Michael’s truck was right where he left it in Sander’s junkyard. He took a breath and climbed out of his car at the same time Michael emerged from the door. He had to lean against the car as he got a good look at him.
He looked practically the same, maybe with a little more facial hair going on, but the shirt and the jeans were more of the same. Alex didn’t have to touch it to know how soft the fabric was from years of use. He didn’t have to feel Michael rub his stubbly cheek on parts of his body to know it’d leave a beard burn rash for a day or two after he left.
He wanted to feel it anyway.
“Alex,” Michael breathed, his eyes going a bit wide and his lips parting like he couldn’t quite believe it. That hurt more than Alex had the words for.
Alex pushed himself off the car and shoved his hands in his pockets, hoping to give his hands something to do while also keeping them to himself until Michael gave him the green light to do otherwise.
“Hey.”
Michael took each step down with his entire body weight, thud, thud, thud, like he didn’t know another way. It had Alex feeling nervous and excited and a billion other things.
“You’re back,” Michael said. Alex tried to smile, but it refused to find his face so he nodded and looked down.
“Temporarily.”
Michael was quiet for a moment, but he never stopped walking closer. He stopped just an arms-length away and Alex’s eyes trailed up him, trying to spot any difference. He didn’t really see any, only a few holes in his jeans that Alex longed to put his fingers through.
“How long?” Michael asked.
“‘Till Thursday,” Alex said, making that arms-length distance more like hands-width. Michael nodded slowly, his eyes betraying his thoughts and feelings. How that wasn’t enough, but he would accept it anyway. A twisted part of Alex basked in the fact that he was wanted at all.
Instinctually, Alex looked around the junkyard for any signs of life. Not that he was foolish enough to think that Sanders didn’t know something. More than once, he’d whistled for Michael like a dog instead of coming close enough to knock which Michael thought was hilarious and only happened “when you’re in my bed, Private, I think he’s got Spidey senses”. It was a little nerve-wracking, but Alex was able to convince himself that that didn’t mean Sanders knew it was him or knew what they were doing. There was reasonable doubt to be had. But. Still.
“Sanders is away, I’m looking after the yard for a while, no one’s around,” Michael whispered. Alex’s eyes drifted back to him and a smile finally found his face at the idea that they were completely alone. That meant he could convince Michael to stay in bed a little later in the morning. That meant he could get him to be a little louder. They could be a bit more comfortable in their own skin.
Michael moved until they were practically chest to chest, nearly stepping on Alex’s toes in the process. He wouldn’t have minded if he did, honestly. Michael reached up to grab his collar, tugging him in until they were nose to nose. He laughed softly, that tense knot of nervousness in his stomach exploding into pure excitement. For all the times he told himself he’d never come back to Roswell, this made it blatantly clear why he kept doing just that.
“Wanna go inside?” Michael murmured, tilting his head just enough to nudge his nose into Alex’s. Alex nodded quickly, feeling young and dumb and giddy for just a moment, and Michael smiled. God, he was beautiful.
Michael’s hand drifted from his collar down to his hand and he led the way into the airstream with Alex hot on his heels.
When the door closed, Alex started to unbutton his jacket. He expected frantic, desperate movement from both of them like usual, but Michael stopped and looked at him up and down for a moment. Alex grinned and slowed just a bit, just to tease. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his lips brushing Alex’s cheek in an experimental fashion. Something bigger than butterflies‒birds, maybe pterodactyls‒burst in his stomach at the small affection.
“Say ‘honey, I’m home’,” Michael asked against his cheek, voice quiet and unsure. Alex turned his head until they were nose to nose again and shucked off his jacket. It hit the floor and he didn’t give a shit about picking it up to fold it neatly.
Alex hooked his thumb into the hem of Michael’s jeans and tugged him in until they were pressed together from head to toe. He very much wanted to be pressed head to toe without their clothes between them. So he grabbed the belt buckle.
“Honey,” he said, breathy and not as sing-song as he was planning. Michael grinned anyway.
Alex yanked the belt out of the belt loops and Michael started to untuck Alex’s shirt, calloused fingers gliding over his stomach. Alex slowly started backing him further into the airstream towards the little bed that they’d made more happy memories in than Alex would ever tell anyone about. They were theirs. No one was allowed to taint them.
“I’m home.”
-
“You’ve been gone a while.”
Alex tried not to flinch at the simple statement, instead of letting his fingers trail over Michael’s skin. He had his ear against his heart and the soft, repetitive thud was soothing in more ways than he had the words for.
“I got a promotion, things have been kinda hectic,” Alex said, quiet and clinical in hopes Michael would drop the subject sooner rather than later, “We were traveling a lot.”
Alex managed a glance up at him and met his eyes, silently asking him to drop it if he could. That was an easier said request than done, but still. Michael rewarded him with a hand through his hair.
“Congrats,” Michael said dryly. Alex scooted a little closer, pressing up against his body in hopes that it’d subdue whatever was going on in his head. It was all he could do.
“Tell me about you,” Alex said, desperately changing the subject as he rested his head on Michael’s chest again. His heartbeat was a little louder, a little faster. Alex wanted to soothe that away somehow.
Michael’s arms wrapped around him.
“Isobel got married.”
“To Noah?” Alex asked, a smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t know the guy and he had mixed feelings about Isobel, but Michael loved her and he thought Noah was good for her and therefore Alex felt the same. “That’s great.”
“Mhm,” Michael agreed, craning his head down to search for a kiss. Alex moved to touch his face and deepened the kiss with ease.
This he could do. This he knew would make him relax. It always did. Maybe that was stupid and immature, but it felt good. It was an easy way to see Michael smile, to hear him laugh, to feel his skin turn red with adrenaline and excitement. And Alex knew he was the cause.
He liked being the cause of good things and so far making Michael feel nice was the only thing on that list.
Alex pulled him down into bed with him all over again, a silent promise to add a tally next to that one item on the list.
Tuesday
Alex slept in late for the first time in a long time, allowing himself to wallow in bed even after he knew there was no more going back to sleep.
He rolled and buried his face in the pillow before remembering that he wasn’t alone. A small smile found his face, still hidden away from the world in the comfort of the pillow and he reached out, feeling for Michael. However, the bed was empty and his smile was replaced with a pout. He lifted his head groggily and looked for Michael only to see him watching him from across the trailer.
“Come back to bed,” Alex whined, reaching out for him and forgetting himself for just a moment. He shouldn’t be whining and begging and using grabby hands towards anyone regardless of what they’ve done. Still. He did it. He quickly dropped his hand and evened his face once he remembered.
Michael seemed unphased by the slip-up, a big, warm smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. He was shirtless and had a pair of jeans on that were unbuttoned and hanging loose on his hips. Alex could follow the line of hair across his abdomen down to where it disappeared beneath his jeans. It made him feel warm all over again and he could feel himself forgetting his composure, wanting to just reach out and take.
“I will in a second,” Michael said softly.
Alex scrunched up his nose in distaste which got a huffed laugh out of Michael, but he quickly let it drop and he sat up. He reached across for where his bag was and pulled out a pair of clean boxers to put on and then threw on one of Michael’s shirts on top of it. It wasn’t as warm as the one he was wearing, probably, but it would simply have to do. And it really, really would do.
Michael came closer, finally, and sat beside him with two mix-matched mugs in his pretty hands. He handed one to Alex and adjusted himself to lean against the wall as Alex took a sip. He found himself staring into the cup almost too afraid to take another sip in case this was just something he made up in his head despite the warmth blooming in his gut at the taste.
“What?” Michael asked, taking a sip of what was most definitely coffee from the smell of it.
Alex turned his entire body to look at him, disbelief thrumming through his veins and a smile pulling at his lips.
“Since when do you drink herbal tea?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. He had at least one vivid memory of Michael choking and spitting it out when Alex had forced him to take just one sip.
And it turns out he didn’t and all of the disbelief in Alex’s system lit on fire into pure euphoria as Michael said he got it just for him. A small hope and faith that Alex wasn’t just fucking around with his feelings and dropping off the face of the Earth. Not just that, but spending his money on something for Alex. They didn’t really spend money on each other and this wasn’t necessarily expensive, and yet…
“Thank you,” Alex breathed, moving forward to kiss him again. Michael kissed him back and then took the mug from him to place on the counter beside his own. The taste of the coffee on Michael’s tongue definitely clashed with the tea, but Alex craved it.
The shirt he’d put on ended up on the floor and Michael grabbed his knees to pull him into his lap enough to lay him down. Alex felt high on him, on the idea that he bought him tea, on the fact that he wanted him to come back, expected him to come back. He held onto Michael’s back, tugging him in close and almost clawing at his back just to make sure this was real. That he was really here and they were really together if only for a moment in time.
“Ah,” Alex breathed, gripping him tighter as Michael’s teeth dug into the skin of his neck.
They seemed to have the same idea.
Wednesday
One day, when Alex had a house of his own, he was going to have an at-home library.
He didn’t have time for books much anymore, but the idea was still appealing and one day he wanted to have time for books. He wanted his walls to be lined with them, to have a full selection, to have the permanence of them. Michael, however, was already beating him at starting a collection.There wasn’t many in the grand scheme of things, but more than one should have in a living space so small, a stack of textbooks and non-fictional works on the table and a hidden pile shoved beneath the bed.
The whole thing had Alex feeling light and fluffy again despite the fact that Michael was working and Alex had to entertain himself this morning. It was just so cute. Alex took a shower and got dressed and when he got all ready for the day, he found himself staring at the stack. He carefully took the top one and started to thumb through it.
He objectively knew Michael was intelligent. He didn’t care what people said about mechanics, the shit was hard work and took more intelligence than he was sure anyone really knew. Even Alex really only knew how to change a tire. Michael, on the other hand, had built an entire engine.
Still, opening the old textbook to see it was flat-out mechanical engineering in the most clinical way was enough to make Alex feel warm with pride. All the highlights and notes in the margin felt so personal and the loose-leaf paper tucked into the practice problem pages screamed Michael Guerin. He was just so fucking smart. Alex liked him so much.
A few vocabulary words later‒and most notably a lot of notes on how to build a bigger, more powerful engine and an asterisk to remind him to compare to notes in his Rocket Propulsion textbook‒Alex found himself peeking behind the little curtain to see if he could spot Michael. And he did, seeing him wiping his hands as he spoke to a pretty woman who was probably a decade or so older than them. She was very clearly appreciative and Alex couldn’t help but snort a laugh.
Alex went back to the textbook, making himself comfortable in Michael’s bed. He had a secret, personal, debatably gross affinity for the way the blankets began to smell after they’d had sex a few times without washing them. It was gross, but they smelled a little musty and a little like Alex’s body wash and a little like Michael’s skin and a lot like they were a product of the two of them existing as one. He’d enjoyed the smell since the summer after high school when they were resigned to the bed of his truck with his sleeping bags. The idea of it pulsed in his veins.
He brought the blankets to his nose and kept reading.
“You’re dressed,” Michael noted when he came back inside. Alex managed to drop the blanket at the sound of the door opening in a casual motion, trying not to do anything distinctly weird. If Michael noticed he didn’t say anything, instead happily sitting on the bed in all of his sweaty, greasy glory and pulled Alex’s legs into his lap.
Alex glared at him and deeply buried the urge to see what his neck tasted like when he was this messy.
“It was getting cold,” he said simply as he put the book down.
“That’s what the blanket is for.”
“So, I was just meant to wait here for you, naked?” Alex teased, gravitating closer unintentionally. His eyes drifted to that spot on his tan neck, glistening with the heat of the day. A little bit of staring and he realized he left a mark.
Huh. That was a first.
“That was the plan, yeah,” Michael said. He grabbed Alex’s hand and held it tight.
Alex teased him and watched him closely, considering pulling him down and saying screw showers despite the fact that Michael desperately needed one before he put his hands anywhere sacred. Michael, however, noticed the book.
“Engineering,” Alex told him when he asked, “You’ve got lots of notes in here, you building something?”
Alex turned a few pages, that one reminding him to compare notes in his rocket science book unintentionally catching his eye again.
“Just cars,” Michael said, tone of voice a little more tense than it should be.
Alex met his eyes and stared at him. And for the first time in a long time when it came to Michael Guerin, Alex got that weird feeling in his gut that said he wasn’t telling the truth. Which would be ridiculous‒what the hell would there be to lie about?
Instead of letting himself sit with the idea, however, Alex tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shaking it out of his mind. They were having a good week. Alex was being paranoid for no goddamn reason. He rubbed his thumb over the back of Michael’s hand before shifting to lay his head on his shoulder. He didn’t smell like the sheets. He smelled like Michael. And Alex didn’t care that he was probably getting him dirty just by being near him.
“What’d you wanna do?”
“Can we just…” Alex said, breathing out as he considered the fact that Michael did actually have to bathe and that they did need to change the sheets after him sitting on them. He wasn’t quite ready to give up the potency yet. He could only have it for so long. “Can we just sit here for a bit?”
“Of course.”
Without meaning to, Alex dozed off. When he came to, the sheets were changed and smelled fresh, though still of Michael, and Michael was clean and tucked up against him. Alex was reminded by how much he liked clean Michael as well. He couldn’t tell if he liked him dirty or clean more.
It didn’t matter. Alex reached up to press his fingers against the mark that was much more visible when he wasn’t grimy and Michael, unconscious and endlessly sweet, moved closer.
He wondered how hard it would be to get Michael to cover him in marks, little reminders for just a few more days after he left. That was, however, extremely impractical and irresponsible given, well, everything about his job.
So instead he cuddled closer and held him and tried to memorize the way his body felt this close.
Thursday
“Do you remember the movie Cars?”
Alex blinked a few times as he registered the words coming out of Michael’s mouth. He was struggling to stay awake considering they’d spent the entire morning testing out the true meaning of stamina and destroying the concept of a post-coital recuperation period, hours dedicated to whiting out Alex’s mind from the inevitable departure that was coming closer with each passing moment. They were running out of time and Alex was much more content to not think about it or address it.
And Michael apparently wanted to talk about Cars.
“What?” Alex asked, lifting his head. Michael was laying in the opposite direction, his lips swollen and red and his hair a frizzy mess where it laid against Alex’s shin. His feet were on the wall to avoid being on the pillow.
“Cars, like the animated Disney movie?” Michael said.
“I-I mean, yeah, I remember Cars. Just, like, where did that come from?” Alex asked, huffing a laugh. He grabbed one of Michael's ankles and brought it to his chest, just needing to touch him.
“Remember when we watched it in Spanish senior year?” Michael continued. Alex nodded, watching him.
Michael seemed still a little dazed now that Alex’s eyes focused on him more. His fingers were playing with Alex’s leg hair and his eyes were half-lidded and the sun was shining even past the curtains, his tanned skin glowing. Alex had littered his skin in tiny red marks that he couldn’t ask for in return. He looked fucking godlike for a moment. Longer than a moment.
“Yeah, I remember we had a sub and she couldn’t figure out how the subtitles worked so we watched it in Spanish with French subtitles,” Alex said.
“You put your head down and your shirt rode up a little ‘cause of it. I sat there for, like, thirty minutes trying to figure out how to tell you that your shirt rode up and I could see, like, a millimeter of your boxers and an inch of your skin. It was nothing, really, but I remember feeling like it was the most scandalous thing I’d ever seen. And I stared at you the whole class period trying to work up the nerve to say something to you, anything, even if it was just saying I liked your shirt,” Michael rambled, his voice a little muffled against Alex’s leg. That didn’t stop Alex from feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. “Anyway, if you could be in that universe, would you wanna be a living car or a living plane?”
Alex breathed a soft laugh, trying and failing to move past the part where he had just admitted something insanely sweet from a time months before they even really spoke one-on-one for the first time. Clearly, they needed to go at it like that more often. They didn’t tell stories like that. They didn’t talk about things that mattered.
To Alex, that mattered.
“Plane,” Alex whispered, slowly pushing himself to a sitting position and trying not to jostle Michael too much even if it felt awkward. Alex kissed his knee as he slowly took one of his legs back. “I like to fly.”
“You like to fly,” Michael repeated, soft like he was keeping it for himself. Alex smiled and slowly shifted one of his other legs away. Michael pouted adorably about it and Alex slowly made his way up his body.
“Yeah,” Alex said, fingers sliding over his thigh as he placed himself over Michael. The pout faded into something a lot more serene. “I did really well in flight school.”
“You have a pilot’s license?” Michael asked.
“Yeah. Air Force.”
“I’ve looked it up before, not everyone in the Air Force flies planes,” Michael said softly, reaching up to rake his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t know you did.”
“It’s a convenient thing to have and it was offered to us for free. So, you know, if we ever need to fly away, I can handle it,” Alex said. Michael stared at him for a moment. Maybe longer than a moment.
“Okay,” he said, pulling him down for a kiss.
It was languid and slow, the sun bearing down on them and making it hotter in the airstream than it already was from them alone. And Alex reveled in it. He wanted to soak in as much of this feeling in every way.
Because in twelve hours, he would be gone.
His flight was at five. He had to leave Michael by two so he could drop his car off at his dad’s and then he had to call a cab. And that would be it. He would be gone and he wouldn’t know when he would be back.
It was hard, leaving. Alex wanted so many things, all of them so out of reach, and his body ached for it. But he couldn’t have them. It wasn’t about what he wanted and, even though Michael seemed to want it too, Alex knew it was bad for them. It was messy and there were too many other players and it was best they stole this small time and didn’t make it harder than it had to be. They kept it physical and casual because it was what was best.
And yet.
Michael’s hand pressed to the base of his spine, a hot presence holding him close. He touched every inch of skin he could and he kissed him like it was important. Michael kept tea for him and put off work to be here. He hadn’t looked at his well-loved notebooks since Alex got here. His attention was on Alex. All of it. He was wanted here. Alex loved the way that felt.
He loved him.
It was almost torturous how something could be literally in his hands and simultaneously entirely out of reach. The silly game Alex played with himself, letting himself get all excited about going home because he wanted to see him while reminding himself that there was no guarantee that Michael was waiting. There was no promise made. Hell, they barely spoke about things unless they were trivial to make sure they didn’t make things worse.
And he loved him.
Alex didn’t have to ask if Michael was seeing other people when he was gone, he knew he was. He was handsome and smart and hardworking despite what he’d have others believe. He knew one day he’d come home and Michael wouldn’t be open to letting him in his bed. He’d find someone nice, someone cozy, someone safe. Someone who didn’t keep him waiting around. It was only a matter of time. It was stupid to care too much.
But Alex loved him.
They didn’t start another round this time, bodies too fraught and fried and tired to try. Instead, they kissed until the kissing stopped and they just held each other. The sun was shining on them, the clock was ticking, and Michael’s skin was sticking to his with sweat from how hot it was but neither of them was bold enough to move.
And Alex loves him.
Friday
Alex let out a shaky breath as he watched the clock tick to 1:45 AM.
He’d run out of time. Michael was laying on his back, sound asleep with his head leaning towards Alex. It hurt to look at him, but Alex mustered enough courage to touch his face carefully and push his hair back. He kissed his forehead and then his cheek, watching to make sure he didn’t stir, and then slowly got out of the bed that had been so nice to him these last few days.
Alex gathered his things quietly, putting on his shirt and his pants and his shoes. He grabbed his phone and his keys and held them tightly to muffle any excess noise. His heart felt like it was going to melt out of his chest as he looked at him. Apparently, all the touching didn’t help him feel ready to leave at all.
God, it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.
Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t tell Michael when his flight was or when he was leaving out of self-preservation. He didn’t trust himself to leave if Michael was awake. And yet it still felt like the hardest thing.
Beside Alex’s bag was a soft, worn black sweater. The sleeves and the neck were stretched out. It smelled like Michael. Alex found himself pulling it over his head despite it still feeling a little hot in the airstream. He wanted to keep something, just this one thing, just for a little while.
Quickly, to make himself feel less embarrassed about it, he opened one of Michael’s notebooks to leave a note. He had a million things to say. He settled on something simple.
Borrowed your sweater, it was cold hope that’s okay.
I’ll give it back next time I’m home
- AM
He started at it and swallowed, trying to make sure it was enough. Maybe he could smother it in tiny hearts or find something to make a kiss print with or something. Something that would let Michael know that he loved him even though that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t think of anything worthwhile, though, and instead just flipped it over.
I’ll be back, I promise
Alex took another deep breath and looked at Michael again, mentally saying fuck it as he leaned back down to kiss him on the cheek and breathe in the smell of his hair. It was intoxicating. He wanted to crawl back into bed with him. It was so much better than being out there, running special operations because he was talented. That’s what he was told. Talented. We need you, do you really need a vacation right now? You’re important. Your decryption is incredible and needed. Fine. Five days, but then you need to come back. Captain.
Five days.
“I’m going to come home,” Alex murmured, standing up straight. He swallowed the lump in his throat and found a tack in a small cup of screws and other pointy things, sticking the note where Michael would see it.
This wasn’t it. He was going to come back. Maybe Michael would be with someone more permanent by then and maybe this was the last time he’d get to kiss him. And that would be fair and Alex wouldn’t complain.
But maybe not. And maybe he’d have more of him in his future. More talks. More anecdotes about liking Alex.
More. They could have more one day. This wasn’t over.
Alex got in his car and drove.
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Evening Delight
Kirishima Eijiro x f! Reader
A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! Yes this is a full blown smut fic cause I decided I wanted to try it. I’m sorry for not being on a lot, things have been rough for me personally so here’s another dirty piece for y’all. Here we have a purely indulgent Kirishima smut because I love me a himbo! Anyways please enjoy!
Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+! PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR! Badly written smut, vaginal penetration, squirting, pussy eating, slight dirty talk, choking, creampie, overstimulation, praise kink kinda, bad attempt at aftercare.
Taglist: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @obsessedchildsworld and special shoutout to @koi-has-joy for proofreading it and helping me with the ending! I love you bby! 💖
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Music echoed off the bathroom walls as you scrubbed yourself. The smell of flowers and vanilla wafting the steamy space while you hummed along to the song. Taking a 2nd shower after work was a daily thing for you, hero work was messy after all. Dirt, slime, and other strange substances left you feeling dirty even after a scrub in the showers at the agency.
After washing off the rest of the good smelling bubbles, you stepped out of the stall and wrapped your towel around yourself happily. Hot showers always worked wonders on your tired muscles. Retrieving your phone, you placed it on the counter before applying your skincare and deodorant. Now it was time to blow dry.
Once you finished blow drying your clean hair, you stepped out into you and Eijiro’s shared bedroom and padded over to the dresser. Picking out a set of all black thigh highs, black comfy shorts, and a red riot crop top and sliding them on as your long time boyfriend was coming through the door.
“Princess? Where are you? I’m home and I haven’t gotten my kiss yet.” He pouted. You giggled loudly from the bedroom and you smiled as soon as you heard his heavy footsteps stop at the door.
“Come here and get your kiss, ya big puppy!” You turned and smiled at him, taking long strides before placing your hands on his pecs while standing up on your tippy toes to give him a sweet kiss.
But he wasn’t done yet, as cute and lovable as Kirishima Eijiro was, he was also an insatiable beast. Large hands took a firm hold of your hips while the sweet kiss turned heated, pulling your body closer to his as you slid your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders while you kissed him back just as passionately.
“Already Ei? You just got home, honey. Why don’t you get changed first?” You asked breathlessly when you pulled back for air. It was easy for him to turn you on, I mean look at him. 7ft tall and built like a brick house, thick corded muscles framing his beautifully tanned body that was littered with freckles and small scars like a greek god.
“Mmmmm well when my girl wears that cute little get up, I can’t help but get excited.” He grinned slyly. He wasn’t wrong either, the way the thigh highs and shorts excited your plush ass and thighs had him rock hard from the sight.
He slid one hand from your hips to grab a large handful of your ass while the other hand went straight to your shorts to rub your clit through the thin material. You bit your lip at the feeling, his middle and ring fingers rubbing small circles on your covered bud as electricity woke up your nerves.
He groaned at the wet spot on the fabric, his heavy cock straining in this costume pants even more. “Fuuuuck you’re already so wet for me princess” he purred, the rumbling in his chest reverberating in your fingertips. “You wanna have some fun?” He asked cheekily, a sly wink thrown in that made your cheeks heat up.
“Yes please.” you shyly said, looking up at him with your lust blown eyes. But another reason why you two were such a good match, you were both insatiable for each other.
“God you’re so cute.” he whispered as he used the hand that was on your ass to grab your chin and bring you in for another breath stealing kiss. And breath stealing it was. His skilled lips meshing with yours perfectly while he dominated your mouth again.
He walked you backwards till your knees hit the bed forcing you to land your butt on it with a giggle. He smiled at the charming sound, getting on his knees in front of you so he could kiss you again.
Rough calloused hands took a hold of your shorts and underwear to slide them off slowly as he kissed you, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Red eyes looked up into yours, much like the smoldering embers of a flame. They were warm and comforting, but a little gasoline and you have a raging inferno.
“You’re so beautiful sweetheart, do me a favor and take the top off while I make you feel good. Is that okay?” He asked, ever the gentleman he was. Consent was really Kiri’s number 1 concern, he never made you do anything you didn’t want to and was never mad if you needed a break.
He didn’t wait to dig in, arms immediately circling around your thighs to place them on his sturdy shoulders as he buried his face in your slit while you pulled off your shirt and threw it to the side. His hot tongue traced circles around your sensitive pearl, giving it kitten licks to test the waters as you moaned out at the feeling of his sinful mouth on your cunt.
“You’re so tasty princess, damn I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned before immediately shoving his hot tongue in your velvet walls to get a better taste.
“Fuuuuuck baby that feels so fucking good.” you mewled, your hand tangled into the thick mane of wild red head hair kept him steady as you ground your cunt against his face.
The lewd sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room, making your cheeks red as the feeling of your impending orgasm creeped up on you. He unlooped his arms from your thighs, reaching around to grab handfuls of your plush ass on his hands and squeeze.
With that, the beast of a man stood up with you on his shoulders as he continued to eat you like you were his last meal. You squeaked at the sudden movement, walls clamping down on his tongue. The display of strength made you full body shiver as he continued his magic, eyes closed as he moved his mouth to gently nip and suck at your clit.
“I can feel you getting close baby but not yet oh no.” he started, red eyes looking up at you while you whined at the feeling of him stopping, you were so close to orgasming.
“I want you to cum on my cock while I fuck your pretty little cunt, does that sound good sweetheart?” He asked between giving kisses to your twitching clit.
“Y-yes please, please make me cum so hard that I see stars.” you begged cutely, in just the way he liked as you looked back at him with those pleading eyes. You were so close and this fucking tease just had to stop.
“Awe there’s my good girl.” he smiled, the smile so innocent that it seemed out of place yet so fucking sexy.
You didn’t have time to process the praise before you were dropped onto the bed. Landing on your back, it took you a second to adjust before Eijiro crawled on the bed and tugged you by the ankle to bring your body closer to his.
“I love it when you manhandle me.” you purred, eyes half lidded at how aggressive he was being.
“Is that so baby?” He asked huskily as he crawled his way up to your body to give you another kiss.
The kiss you shared is messy and sloppy but just equally as sweet, tongues wresting as you trailed your hands down his body to fumble with his belt for a second before pulling his cock out of his costume pants.
You pulled back from the kiss for much needed air, your hand stroking his cock as he looked at you with blown out eyes. He moaned at the stimulation, hips slightly thrusting into your hand as he leaned forward to nip at your neck.
The feeling of his teeth on your neck was immaculate, light nibbles and bites timed just right as you felt his cock twitch in your fist. He pulled back from your body, a large hand covering yours to stop your movements while he smirked at you.
“What a naughty girl, trying to turn the tables on me.” he chastised, making your eyes go wide at the authority in his voice.
“I’m in charge tonight so be a good girl and lay back.” He commanded, eyes dark when his other hand trailed up your body to grab your neck and squeeze lightly.
“Y-yes sir.” you stuttered out, the tone of his voice and the pressure on your neck flooding your body with a fuzzy feeling as you laid back and watched him take off his costume.
“Now where were we?” He playfully asked once his gear was gone, once again crawling his way up the bed to your body where his large hands took a hold of your thighs and spread them open.
Your teeth found it’s way to bite your lip at sight of his forearms flexing while doing such a simple move. Red eyes immediately trailed down your body where they stopped at the sight of your spit and juice covered slit.
“Fuck you look so sexy little one, all messy and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He purred in your ear, leaning over and using one hand to support himself and the other to tease the length of your pussy with his cockhead. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails already biting into his skin at his seductive voice so close to you.
You mewled at the feeling of his cock teasing you, overstimulated clit twitching in anticipation. He placed a kiss below your ear before sliding in, a deep rumble in his chest as you moaned at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out.
“Fuuuuck baby you feel so fucking good” he growled, immediately setting a bruising pace with his hips. The thing was about Eijiro, his dick was so thick and long that he was hitting your cervix with no problem.
It wasn’t really long before you came for the first time that day, the built up pressure of your last denied orgasm coming back with a vengeance when he angled his hips slightly so his cock hits your Gspot over and over again.
“You like that little one? You like it when I pound your cute lil cunt?” He growled, lips honing in on your sweet spot while he sucked a mark on your neck.
The coil in your gut was winding tighter and tighter, your eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out as you moaned out at his filthy words.
“Shit! I’m c-cumming!~” you moaned lewdly, nails digging into his back muscles and legs locking around his narrow yet muscular waist to bring him closer to you.
He groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him, hips slowing their fast and rough pace for a moment to help you gently ride out your orgasm with slow thrusts.
“Hmmm that was cute face you made princess, let’s see if we can get you to make it again~” he cheekily winked before bringing you in for a kiss, resuming his rough and fast pace which immediately set your nerves on fire.
You barely had time to register the meaning of his words when you felt his lips on yours, messily kissing back when one of his hands wrapped around your throat for the second time that night.
The steady but light pressure sent your head to the cloud nine when he continued to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing through your ears as your heart started to race.
“You like it when I choke you baby? I bet you fuckin do with that lewd looks of yours. I’ll wreck that cute pussy of yours, paint you in my fucking colors as I claim you.” He hissed, the hold on your neck tightening while his thrusts got sloppier.
You could only whine out in ecstasy, tongue lolled out in while you panted. With a twitch of his cock, you could tell he was close.
Kiri could feel is own orgasm approaching, breath coming out in hot puffs of his kiss swollen lips before clenching his jaw. Your tight and wet walls were clamping down his thick cock, the fluttering of your muscles telling him you were just as close as he is.
He activated his quirk on his hand that shot straight down to your clit and started rubbing messy circles on it. The ridges on his quirk activated hands adding more stimulation to your already abused pearl. “Cum for me baby, be a good girl for me and cum on my cock.” He choked out, thrusts getting sloppy and more frantic to chase your shared release.
“C-cumming!” You was all you managed to squeak out, his filthy words and stimulation on your clit being the last thing you needed before cumming. Stars flashed in your vision as you came, feeling your soul leave your body for a moment as the knot snapped finally.
“Fuuuuuck, that’s so hot princess.” He groaned, hips stuttering at the vice grip you had on his cock. The overwhelming stimulation spilled over in the form of clear juice spraying from your abused cunt, soaking the bedsheets and his muscular thighs while he painted your inner walls white.
He released the grip he had on your neck, instead to gently grab your face and give you a sweet kiss. Even while still lost in the afterglow of a mind blowing orgasm, he still managed to find a way to be the sweetest man ever.
“You okay baby?” He asked while he pulled on a fresh pair of underwear while you laid there panting, mind still fuzzy and legs twitching from the mind blowing multiple orgasms he gave you. You nodded with a contented smile, all the tiredness from today and your fun escapade with your boyfriend hitting at once.
“Lets get you cleaned up princess.” he spoke softly as he bridal carried your tired body to the bathroom and started to run a hot bath for you.
The day ended with a relaxing soak in the tub while he changed the sheets and threw the dirty ones in the wash before joining you. He cleaned you up gently, rewashing your body like you were made of porcelain.
After a short nap and some delivery, you ended the night cuddling and watching TV until you both fell asleep.
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#kirishima x reader#AGED UP#Kiri x reader#kirishima smut#kirishima eijiro x reader#mha smut#bhna smut#kirishima eijirou#please be nice this is my first time posting full smut#red riot#red riot x reader
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Fun fanfiction idea:
Miles crossdresses to avoid being seen in public, and knowing him, it's very convincing. Except for the fact that he's still wearing the exact same shade of red and his hair extensions are the same color.
Maya immediately recognizes him, but Phoenix, being his dense self, takes longer.
Alright which one of you bastards just put me on freaking read? How dare you read me like a freaking children's novel. YOU KNEW I COULDN’T RESIST THIS. Featuring Gender non conforming Miles Edgeworth. Also on AO3
“Earth to Nick.” A cold plastic bag was dropped on his head.
“Ack!” He turned around on the park bench to glare at her. “What was that for?”
“You’ve been totally checked out for like the last ten minutes!”
“I was not! I was completely focused!”
“On what?!” Maya demanded pulling out the ice cream from the bag she’d hit him with and flopping down on the bench next to him. Tearing one open.
“Uhhhh…” His cheeks heated as he glanced back to the focus of his attention. Grabbed the other ice cream to try and cover it. “Nothing.”
It was just… She was beautiful. Silver starlight hair that framed her face and flowed down the curve of her spine. The way her dress hugged the wide expanse of her chest. Pinched down to her narrow hips. The magenta billow of the tail of her dress that still allowed him to see the garters around her muscular calves and thighs when she turned.
She was breathtaking. Just objectively. The kind of women Mia would ask him what kind of conclusive proof he was wearing around his neck to get her to even consider dating him.
She took a step forward in those two inch heels and he swallowed. She was probably at least his height if not taller. Would he have to bounce up on the balls of his feet to kiss her? She’d turn her face up with a teasing smirk and deny him. Did you want something Phoenix?
You know what I want!
Do I?
A kiss! Please!
And that teasing smile would grow just a little bigger and the crinkle under her bespectacled eyes a little softer. Oh I suppose I can do that. She’d angle herself a little lower and kiss him and-
So he might have been a little romantically horny.
Her dog, a big fluffy creature dropped the neon tennis ball at her feet. Play lunging. Tail raised and wagging in anticipation.
She scooped up the ball in her tennis ball throwing… stick. Whatever those were called. Smile widening. His chest twisted. She said something to the dog.
You wanna go? You ready? Is my sweet girl ready?
The dog wiggled. Excitement growing.
She threw back her arm. Go get it! Flung the ball across the park.
Her fluffy beast hurtled after.
“Oh my God Nick.”
Cold ice cream dripped onto his hand jolting him back to his body. He hastily licked it up. Face hot. “Shut up.” I’m allowed to look! I was an art major! I can appreciate beauty while realizing that I’m not allowed to touch!
Or interact in any way with someone so far out of my league.
Gods. She’s pretty.
“Nick is that Edgeworth?”
His head snapped to her then. She wasn’t staring at him laughing at his plight. She was looking at someone in the park.
“What?! Where?!” He tried to follow her gaze to the prosecutor in question. It would be strange to see him out an about. Was he dressed like a normal human being? Was that why she was so surprised? Was he ordering a hot dog from a stand in full Edgeworth Regalia? Gods was he on a run in shorts and a too tight tee, sweaty and slightly disheveled from the exercise?!
He scanned the park as Maya gaped. Jaw working but infuriatingly silent. “Where Maya? I don’t see him.”
If I miss seeing Edgeworth in running shoes and shorts you’re buying your own dinner!
She weakly raised her hand and pointed. Finger shaking.
To… The woman in pink?
He laughed. “What are you talking about Maya?” Just because they’re both gorgeous silver hair people with a preference for light red- bordering on pink-
She cupped her mouth. “Miles Edgeworth!”
He grabbed her. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He glanced at the woman. “See she didn’t even respond!”
“She- he – FLINCHED NICK. It’s TOTALLY HIM! Oh my god!!!” She started to stand. He tried to force her back onto the bench before she humiliated him in front of one of the most stunning people he’d seen in months.
She wiggled free and dashed out towards her.
His life was over. For a moment it flashed in front of his eyes.
… Less of it should have been spent buying food for the woman who was about to be listed as his cause of death!
He scrambled after her. “Maya no!”
“Oh my god! You look so good! Your makeup is on Point!”
“Uh.” She raised the tennis ball stick between her and Maya hiding behind it like a tiny ineffective shield. Face blossoming red. “T-Thank you?” She squeaked out. Her eyes flickered nervously.
Silver. Even her eyes where silver starlight.
He shoved Maya’s head down in an apology bow. “I am SO sorry about her.”
Straighten.
She was taller than him in those heels. Just an inch or three.
His little bi heart was going to give out.
“I-it’s fine.” She laughed airily. Hand grasping at the crook of her elbow as she stared pointedly away.
That felt… Familiar.
“I’m jealous how well you pull that outfit off!”
Her dog trotted right up between them and sat down firmly in front of her. Leaning into her legs and thighs.
Her hand released and buried itself in the thick fur of their fluffy mane.
“We… We should be going.” She fumbled for the leash holstered like Franziska’s whip at her hip.
“Miles?”
She- he – They? Flinched.
Oh. Oh fuck.
“What?! You don’t have to!”
“Don’t run!” He begged hands splayed out wide. Miles looked very much like they wanted to run. “Fuck I’m sorry we won’t tell anyone!”
The hand twitched. Almost to the leash. The dog whined.
Both hands were buried in their mane.
“Did you just curse?” Maya stared at him wide eyed like she’d just found an even better target. Deflated slightly at his and Miles face. Forcibly brightened and clapped her hands together. “What’s your dogs name?”
“… Pess.”
“Aren’t you the handsomest little man Pess? What a sweet puppy!”
“Pess is a lady.”
“The prettiest lady!” Maya immediately began to coo.
He rubbed the back of his neck staring off at the tree line. “Like… You?” He tried to ask.
“Ngh… Not… Not as such no.”
“Oh. O-okay. I mean- it’d be fine if you were! You really do make a pretty lady!”
Fuck.
“Yeah Nick couldn’t stop staring at you!”
MAYA.
“Is… that right?”
He chuckled nervously. “Haha. Maybe? Uh would we… Talk?”
“I… suppose.”
“Can I throw the ball for your dog then?”
“Ah.” He looked at the stick. Handed it to her. “Sure.”
They sat on the bench. Miles tucked the tail of the dress under them. Long fingers splayed on their thighs.
“Sooo… Um.”
“If you’re going to laugh just do it already. Go on. Laugh!”
“…”Miles turned their face away as they spit out the demand. His chest clenched for entirely different reason. “My pronouns are he him?” He tried. The fingers eased slightly as Miles turned and peered at him through those silver bangs. “What are yours?”
There was a long pause as Miles studied him. Face dropped back to their thighs. “He him is fine. Although I do not object to they them in private.”
“Does now count as private?”
“Well I certainly don’t want you using he him right now.”
“Got it.” He threw an arm over the bench and stared at them. Even more breathtaking up close. It was unfair Miles got to be hot in all the genders. He could barely manage the one. “So is this like. A hobby?”
“No not. I enjoy dresses and skirts in a gender defying way not. As crossdressing.” They stared down at their manicured fingers. “The extent of this presentation is…”
He waited for Miles to continue. Pressed when they didn’t. “Is?”
Miles raised their chin. “Someone in my position can’t be seen wearing these sorts of things. I don’t appreciate the attention I receive from merely being openly gay. Much less gender non-conforming.”
“Yeah no I totally get that- I mean you’re a private guy- person? – to begin with. Totally fine!”
There was a weak smile. They tugged on their sleeve. “There is another benefit…”
“Oh yeah?”
“I’m not a high ranked prosecutor like this. There are no eyes watching me.” Yeah I don’t think that’s true in the slightest. “No tabloids itching to catch the demon prosecutor doing something distasteful or vengeful people hoping for a moment to come yell at me. I’m not ‘Prosecutor Edgeworth’ so… I can relax.”
“Oh.” He blinked. Squished his face further into the crook of his arm. “Guess that makes sense.” They stared out at the park. Watching Maya pretend to throw the ball for Pess. Shoulders loose and relaxed. Screw it. “Miles.” He tacked on just half a second too late.
The shoulders pulled up and that red tint returned. Red really was their color. “W-What are you?”
“You’re not Prosecutor Edgeworth right now right? So you’re Miles. Isn’t that right?”
The blush climbed their cheeks up to their ears. “No, you’re Wright.”
“Not right now I’m not. Right now I’m Phoenix.” He stared up through the lashes of his eyes at his childhood best friend. All red and silver starlight. “And I’m sitting on the bench with the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”
Holy shit! That was almost smooth! That’ll never happen again! It’s so good were sitting down or else I’d have tripped on my shoes and face planted as universal karma for that!
Miles twisted away. Hand coming up to cover their face. He could still see their ears burning red.
“Me too.” Miles mumbled.
“Huh?” He lifted his head slightly. Cocked it.
“The bench. That’s true for me too.”
“Uh. Wha?” The bench?
I’m sitting on the bench with the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.
He fell to the ground. All the blood collecting in his face. “Wha- You- You can’t just!”
Miles turned. A teasing smirk pulling at his face. “Oh haven’t you heard Phoenix?” Fuck. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
Bastard. He grinned. Bastard.
Turnabouts fair play.
#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#narumistu#wrightworth#pess is the bestest girl#and also miles edgeworth he/him they/them solidarity#i too wish to be masculine but in a distinctly queer way
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