look at you, acting so bold, so defiant. and yet if i were to hold your pathetic face and force you to look me in the eye, you’d crumble. you wouldn’t say a word, would you pet? that’s what i thought. you put on a good act but you and i, we both know you’re all bark, no bite and definitely no fight. but it is rather amusing when you pretend pet so keep going but you know just as well i do there’s no denying that you’re mine.

Jasper Hale Masterlist

 I love you guys. xxx

Mainly newest to older

Imagines: 

Run (dubcon!smut)

Jasper is up for a chase to finally claim (y/n); basically just pwp

In Another Life (smut)

Jasper had once loved a woman, ready to marry her, but time hadn't been on their side, ripping her from their life before she could be his. But now, almost 150 years later, he runs into her again, set on keeping his promise.

Don't break my heart, cowboy (smut, cowboy!Jasper)

The reader works at a ranch with a few other cowboys, but with one she instantly clicked, finding herself drawn to him and his mysterious aura.

Darling oh Darling (smut, cowboy!Jasper)

The reader works at Carlisle Cullen's ranch, where she crosses paths with one of his sons, a guy who instantly catches her interest.

At my Mercy (smut)

pure pwp

Teach me how to pray (priest! Smut)

The reader starts working for young, handsome priest Hale, a relationship that soon begins to turn into something rather sinful

Isle Esme (pwp smut)

Jasper goes down on the reader after taking her to Isle Esme for the first time.

Lies washed away by the pouring rain (threesome smut with Carlisle)

The reader has been fantasizing about sharing a bed with her lover and Carlisle. Mere thoughts she has tried to keep from them. But no things ever stay hidden in the Cullen's household.

Quiet (smut)

Jasper and the reader fuck in an empty classroom, pwp

Don't worry darlin' (Cowboy!Jas, smut)

Jasper takes part in a duel to defend (y/n)'s honour.

Catching Thunderstorms (smut)

The reader and Jasper watch a thunderstorm pass by, while sharing their emotions in the most intimate way imaginable.

Bittersweet and Addicting (dark!smut, historic AU)

A stranger finds its way to her farm, a stranger that speak in riddles, with red eyes glowing brighter than the devil's skin.

Let Me Love You (soft smut)

Jasper is set on appreciating every part of her body as the morning is still young.

Waves, cover up what I’ve done (angst/smut)

The Cullens are always right there to protect their loved ones, even if the reader begs them for help to cover up what she has done. And sometimes - just sometimes - even Charlie Swan will break the law for the ones he loves.

Accident (angst/smut)

Request:  I was thinking maybe it could be one where they have the house to themselves or a cute cabin, and during the orgasm he bites her instinctually, which he freaks out but no one is close enough to help suck the venom out and he doesn’t wanna push his limit cause he might drain her, and when she wakes up instead of being angry she’s laughing and reassuring him.

Again and Again (smut)

Request: I was wonder if you could do something with Jasper (or benjamin from twilight) where they make the reader cum so many times till they’re just overstimulated and blissed out

Another one (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock) 

the fem!reader keeps on teasing the major, till he snaps and gives in

Break my baby (smut, Major)

After a fight Jasper loses control, giving into the major to punish the reader for ignoring him

Primal instincts (smut) 

Request: Can you please do a Jasper Whitlock smut where he feels the readers emotions of list forwards him for a long time and decides to do something about it?

Piercings (smut)

The reader got nipple piercings as Jasper was away on a hunt, he finally comes back to her and her surprise

Him and I (smut) 

Major Jasper, orgasm denial 

Backseat (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock) 

Request: May I request some Jasper hale smut please! Would love if it would include the major, spanking and pussy slapping please and thank you!

Bully (smut)

Request: Can I have a something where the reader is very shy and it’s her first day at school and she gets bullied and Jasper feels she’s his mate and he can tell she’s a sub and so his dom side kicks in and ends in rough Dom/sub smut??

Baseball bat (smut, personal fave) 

Jasper pleasures the fem!reader with his baseball bat

Babydoll (smut, daddy kink)

Request: smut with Jasper where he comes home late and she (y/n) is in bed in a pink babydoll and she grinds up against him and then one thing leads to another

Dancer (smut)

Request: can you make a Jasper Whitlock fic where He has like a kink that is something super common for the reader to do like stretching or something please

Deal with the consequences (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock) 

Request: reader decides to tease Jasper on a school trip, the major has to punish her for being such a brat. 

Drops of water (smut) 

Request: Jasper hale smut where reader just got out of the shower or something and is laying on her stomach on her phone and he just decides to eat her from behind like it’s his last meal please and thank you

Little bit of lovin’ (smut, shower sex)

Request: Jasper request where he really likes the readers singing voice and it can go either way from there thanks!

Library (smut, personal fave)

Jasper fucks the fem!reader in a library 

Oh professor (smut, professor x student) 

Request: Professor Hale finally gets his chance to claim (y/n), calling her his. 

First time (smut)

Request: Jasper Hale and a very shy reader who is his mate. One night the reader and Jasper are making out, Jasper is really Sweet and gentle wanting the reader to be comfortable. When they are about to go further the reader stops Jasper, telling him they are scared and had a bad experience before but the reader does want to continue.

I’m done (smut)

Request: Could you write a make up sex scenario with Jasper?

Insecurities - like a whisper in the early morning (smut)

The reader is insecure about herself and the volume of her moans, Jasper is right there to take her worries away

If you don’t shut up (smut, prompt list imagine)

Request: If you don’t shut up, I’ll tie you to the bed and make you cum over and over again

Sharing a mate (threesome with Emmett) 

Request: Emmett x reader x jasper threesome?

She’s mine (smut)

Request: Can I request a jasper smut/and or fluff where mike newton is flirting with the reader and he gets really jealous please and thank you

Sounds (smut)

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Jasper Hale X Reader fluff/smut where the reader has severe anxiety with just everything lol and especially just being vulnerable with Jasper because of a past relationship and during the smut she’s afraid to moan/holds in her moans because her ex said “they sound ugly or weird” and made her super self conscious of moaning and Jasper’s like no I wanna hear you etc (yes it happened and yes I’m forever scared to moan now lmao).

Texas (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock)

Request: Could write something NSFW where Jasper turns into the Major on accident and loses control in the bedroom?

Texas 2.0 (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock)

The major loses control and the reader has to use their safe word 'Texas'.

Thunderstorm (smut)

Request: could I request a Jasper x reader smut where there’s a storm going on and the readers already freaking out and the power goes out and scares her more and jasper “distracts” her.

Two hearts (smut)

The reader is insecure about their relationship, so, Jasper reminds her once again of his love for her.

The gun is cocked (smut, Major Jasper Whitlock) 

Request: Jasper wants to show the reader how to shoot a gun, but she can’t concentrate on anything, besides her handsome mate. 

Hands (smut)

Request: So I have a thing for a nice pair of hands. Like men’s hands are such a turn on for me, lmao. But I was wondering if you would write something where Jasper figures out his mate’s love of his hands and fingers her

Mine (smut)

Request: Could you do one with Jasper and possessive sex

Workout (smut)

Request: Can you write an imagine where the reader and Jasper are having a private work out together and she’s starts to get turned on:)

No (smut)

Request: I was wondering if I could make a Jasper Hale x Reader where the reader is acting like a total brat because jasper told her no and he has to become major it could be pure smut

Neutron star collusion (smut) 

Request: I was wondering if you would be so kind as to do a Jasper x reader where the reader is touch starved and is insecure??

Tension (smut)

Request: Jasper loses control in a fight, he’d do anything to make it up to (y/n)

Warmth (smut)

Request: Please can u do a smut where jasper cockwarming the reader and she starts whimpering and begging for jasper to fuck her

Watch yourself (smut)

Request: I was wondering if I could request a Jasper Hale smut, where Jasper fingers and fucks her infront of a mirror.

Quivering lips (smut)

Requested with the prompts: Let them hear you scream my name” “My hands look so good wrapped around your throat” “Tell me your darkest fantasy”  “Don’t cover them up, everybody should know, that you belong to me”

All I need (fluff)

Request: A Jasper fluff where they haven’t seen each other in a while because the cullens when to visit the Denalis in Alaska and then he comes back after 3 weeks and sees how much she missed him and fluff ensures?

Awful (fluff)

Requested with the prompt: I love you, but it tastes awful

Baseball (fluff)

Requested: Can you do a request where the reader was a former softball/baseball player and the family invites her to a baseball game and everyone gets jealous over her abilities and have jasper being very proud of having her as his mate:)

Blood on snow (fluff)

Request: can i request a fluffy jasper hale imagine where the reader is still human and they have a nightmare so jasper comforts them?

Christmas morning (fluff)

Request: Christmas Jasper Hale imagine? Something like it’s Christmas morning and they all managed to convince Reneesme that Santa is real and everyone’s exchanging gifts and maybe she’s still human too?

In your eyes (fluff) 

Request: Can I request a jasper hale imagine where the reader and emmet are best friends and are always joking and wrestling around with each other and jasper and the cullens leave emmet and the reader to go hunt and when they come back they’re listening to music and being silly.

Evening major (fluff)

Request: the reader won’t break her promise, waiting for the day, till she’d finally be reunited with her mate. 

Catch me (fluff)

Request: can you do a jasper imagine where his human mate is very sassy and witty and independent but is really small and weak physically.

Calmness (fluff)

Request: y/n is tired, stressed and crumbling from school/uni and jasper uses his gift to help her out a little. it could be smut or fluff, whatever it is you feel comfortable with.

Date night (fluff)

Jasper takes the reader on a date

Dr. Jasper Hale (fluff)

Request: Can I request a jasper one, where the reader is sick and he gets all worried and fussed over her?

Hoodies (fluff)

Request: Just take all my hoodies, they look much better on you anyways

Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (fluff)

Request: Hi, i was wondering if you could do a jasper hale x reader imagine, where the reader was humming “mamas dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys” and jasper realises they are his mate after turning to find who was humming it, now he is intrigued by the reader, starts to talk to her

Marking his territory (fluff) 

Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader gets along with the wolves very well and since she’s jaspers mate jasper gets jealous one day over her being close to Paul please?

Mother in law (fluff)

Request: I was wondering if I could get a fic where the reader is dating either Jasper or Emmett and the reader spends a day with Esme and basically getting to know her and it’s really cute and Esme treats the reader like a daughter

Newborn (fluff, Jasper x Reader x Edward) 

Request: Request for a very outgoing,strong headed, and stubborn reader who has been turned into a vampire recently and the whole family is on watch for her and taking turns to supervise her cause she’s reckless in her actions and have both jasper and Edward very protective over her?

Hospital (fluff)

Request: Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do Jasper x reader and she gets into a car accident (maybe breaks her leg and like her neck idk) but she is very positive and joyful making Emmet run her around the hospital with a wheelchair but Jasper being very anxious but he is happy she is taking it in a good light. I don’t know if that makes sense but thank you in advance

Halloween (fluff)

Request: Could I request a Jasper Hale imagine where the reader, him, and their child are going trick or treating with Nessie and the other Cullens?

Power of love (fluff) 

Request: Could you do a jasper x reader where she sings and plays piano and so when she goes to their house for the first time she gets excited about them having a piano and she plays for all of them. Possibly from jaspers perspective?

Rivalry (fluff, Jasper x Reader x Paul Lahote) 

Request: could you write something where reader is Jasper’s mate and Paul’s imprint?

Shy girl (fluff, smut) 

Request: Hi, I was wondering about a rquest where maybe Jasper asks alice about the reader (who is shy) and Alice realizes Jasper liked the reader and she becomes friends with the reader to try and get them together, and then she doesn and then it gets a bit smutty? Also just need to say I love your writing!

Sleeping beauty (fluff)

Request: Could you do a jasper hale one where the reader and him are in the living room with the rest of his family and she falls asleep with her head in his lap?

Technology (fluff)

Request: Could you do one where his mate is Gen Z? She tries to teach him all about tiktok, the music, and the meme culture. Maybe her and Emmett make a tiktok?

Witches brew (fluff)

Request: jasper imagine where like the reader is his mate and shes a witch and they meet when shes out collecting herbs, and hes out with friends or well family and she knows what they are right away but isn’t scared and it’s just super cute and reader is a smart ass and sassy.

Welcome home (fluff)

Request:  Jasper’s vampire mate (reader) goes away to visit friends for a few weeks and comes back early to surprise him

Will you be my date? (fluff)

5 times I’ve asked you to prom and the time you said “yes”

Quarantine things 1 2 (fluff)

Jealousy Part 1 (fluff)

Request: Jasper x Reader fanfic where the reader is human, and both the reader and Jasper are in love with each other but they haven’t admitted to each other yet, and one time Emmet / any other guy makes a move on the reader and Jasper gets really jealous so he confesses his love to her and they share a passionate kiss

Jealousy Part 2 (smut/angst)

Are you gonna break? (angst/fluff)

Request: “My nightmares keep on haunting me” “Don’t finish that sentence, please” “I can’t keep on acting like we’re just friends”

His daughter (angst/fluff)

Request: Can I request a jasper imagine where you are pregnant with his child and there’s a vampire that wants to hurt you and you’re in danger and once you have the child they go after the child

Heather (angst/fluff)

Request: Do you know the song “Heather” by Conan Gray? Well in my request the reader wish they were “Heather” (Alice) but please can you make a positive ending?

Exile (angst/fluff)

Request: Would u be able to write a Jasper imagine based on the song Exile by Taylor Swift?

I’ll always save you (angst/fluff) 

Request: could you write something where jasper’s newly turned mate is really struggling with being a vampire and he comforts her through the beginning of her new vampire life?

Lover of mine (angst/fluff)

Request: Jasper fic where the reader has strong feelings for Jasper but hides it with fear and anger all the time. Just lots of pining, angst and eventually fluff.

Let me down slowly (angst/fluff, prompt list imagine) 

Request:  “Kiss me one last time, so I’ll always remember the way you felt against my lips”  “You broke me, finally broke me” “You won’t get rid of me that easily”

Always thought that I’d see you again (angst/fluff)

Request: Ok can we have and hear me out here Jasper feels the overwhelming grief of the reader and and helps them but falls in love?

Cardigan (angst/fluff)

Inspired by the song “cardigan” by Taylor Swift.

Family (angst/fluff) 

Request: can you do a jasper x reader where it’s a little angsty but also very fluffy. he watches the reader play with renesmee and he starts to get really sad that they won’t be able to grow old together with kids of their own.

Protective (angst/fluff)

Request: Jasper hale fluff where someone trys to hurt the reader and the major comes out and is super protective.

Twilight (angst/fluff, prompt imagine) 

Requested with prompts: If you leave now, you’ll never see me again; Breathe, please, just breathe

Driver’s license (angst)

the fem!reader has been heartbroken since 1948, not able to let go of the one man she had always loved

NSFW Alphabet 

Fluff Alphabet 

I know it might be too soon cause I just got into them but I had a mighty need 😔😔 also no one writes anything for my babie Keonhee wtf- (this one has been completed in my drafts before the haechan one 🙃)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!oneus, mentions of crossdressing, mentions of petplay, mentions of bondage

Oneus as Camboys

Ravn

Alright, so we all know the confidence this man holds so he was made to be a camboy and I will not fight on this. Of course, as the prettiest boy, he gets a lot of attention right off the bat. He seems so cocky at the beginning of his streams which make viewers question if he's submissive at all, but then he'll whip out a fucking machine and proceed to get railed until enough comments give him permission to stop. If he ends up cumming before then he'll let it run for a little bit longer to overstimulate himself as his punishment, even when no one tells him to. He thrives off the comments that tell him how pretty he looks (which of course he already knows that but it never hurts to hear it again-), so much so that if he's getting close he'll start to ask the viewers if he's pretty just to help bring him over the edge. One of the viewers even mentioned that he looked similar to a kitten so the next stream he did he wore some cat ears he had laying around the house (no one knows where they came from or why he had them laying around but-). Now he never takes them off. Someone even bought him a cute little collar with a bell on it that everyone was thankful for cause it jingled everytime he moved and it only made him even cuter 😔.

Seoho

This man has the sweetest face so the first time people started watching him they were very confused as to why such a sweet looking boy is doing something this dirty. Originally he didn't know what he would be doing but the second people started telling him how precious he looked he knew he had found his act. (Of course everything he does on camera is just an act and you really wish he would listened to you as much as he listens to his viewers sometimes but nope, you get left with the bratty bitch we all know and reluctantly love) He'll log on wearing big sweaters and panties that barely cover him up, and he'll let people buy him toys for him to use on the stream. When these gifts arrive he acts clueless as to what they're supposed to do, asking viewers if he's doing it right every five minutes cause he's just a big dumb babie that needs to be told what to do all the time 😔😔. Towards the end of his streams when he's coming down from his high, and he's all shaky and covered in his own cum, he'll look toward the camera and murmur "Was I a good boy for you?" Which of course makes everyone's hearts burst then and there. Then he'll just lay there for a minute or two, all smiley and giggly as he reads through all of the comments telling him how good he'd been and how proud they are of him :(. There are also times he'll claim that he's a virgin which no one knows if it's true or not it's definitely not but they roll with it cause he's just too darn cute.

Leedo

Everyone was hyped as soon as he started making his own streams after seeing him appear in one of Hwanwoong's. They were a little surprised to see him all shy and awkward after seeing him pounding into one of his friends but he's hot so no one questioned it that much. His first stream he didn't really know what to do so he's just awkwardly touching himself, trying his best not to look at the camera. The first time he glanced up, his eyes landed on a simple comment that said 'you don't have to be so shy baby, you look so pretty :)' and everyone sees his cock jump in his hold as he murmurs "I'm.. pretty…?" under his breath. From that moment on everyone flooded the comments telling him how cute he was and he was finally able to relax a little. Someone mentioned that he whimpered so much he might as well be a dog, so it really wasn't surprising that he received a package a few days later with some puppy ears and a collar. Let's just say he enjoyed the collar a lot more than he thought he would. He'll start off quiet and shy but as he gets closer and closer to his release he can't hold back how loud he is. To 'spice things up a little' he wanted to do a stream where he cums without him touching himself, which leads to someone asking him to hump a pillow for them like the desperate puppy that he is. He enjoyed it a lot and has done many videos with it since then. But overall he's just the sweetest puppy who's ready to please 🥺💔

Keonhee

I genuinely don't know why I wanna tie this man up so bad but we're gonna roll with it. His first ever stream isn't meant to be sexual, he's just asking for advice on how he should tie his shibari cause he wants to surprise his girlfriend. The next one is of him showing off what he learned, and he's smiling so wide cause he's all proud of himself :(. But he starts to notice a bunch of comments telling him how pretty he is and how much they would pay to see him in nothing but the red ropes he had tied around him. He thinks about it for a bit before asking if you're ok with it (cause the sweet boy would never want to do something you're uncomfortable with) and after getting the go ahead he starts his camboy career. You tend to stick around behind the camera while he's filming cause 1) he tends to be more confident when you're with him and 2) he needs someone to help untie him when he's done (and secret reason 3) he gets really turned on by you watching him doing something so filthy). Let's say, giving a totally random example, he finishes up a stream where he's been tied up and gagged as he helplessly writhes around with a vibrating buttplug in and after the camera goes off, instead of untying him you take out the plug and replace it with your strap to make him cum again and again until you've drained him of everything he has to offer. Theoretically, if that ever happened, he wouldn't be against it- 👀 theoretically of course.

Hwanwoong

No one is surprised this man has a camboy account. He's the most likely to have one out of all the boys and everyone knows it. He's such a whore- But anyways everyone who watches him has a size kink. Obviously, everyone logs on to see his tiny body get absolutely ruined and you can't argue with me on this. His streams consist of him inviting over his tall, strong friends to just completely destroy his little hole for the world to see. One friend he invited over really caught people's attention cause of how pretty he was (*cough cough* Leedo *cough cough*) so he tends to keep bringing him back, and even convinces him to start his own camboy account. He's even done a few videos of him giving his friends a lap dance before he gets railed, which made someone mention that he'd make a good stripper and that's how he got his job at the strip club a few miles from his house (and this man would be loaded cause who doesn't want a piece of that?). He doesn't do a lot of streams of him by himself but they tend to be popular when he does. He gets a little shy cause he has to actually read the comments himself instead of someone just telling him how cute he looks as he rides his favorite dildo. Plus when he does it by himself it gives viewers a better view of him instead of another person.

Xion

This sweet boy lives for crossdressing. Originally he just wanted to show off a few cute outfits he had, which blended into him only wearing cute skirts and dresses he buys, and even though he isn't doing anything sexual everyone gives him money cause he's just so precious. One stream he's doing what he always does but things suddenly take a turn when someone tells him that if they were there right now then they would bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him senseless cause he just looks so cute, which leads to him touching himself cause just that one comment got him so worked up. He'll also get into roleplay and stuff too, usually around halloween cause it's easier to find costumes to wear. A fan favorite was a maid costume he bought for a halloween stream for some master/mistress and maid roleplay (Think of this cause I got lost in the world of catboy maids for a hot second the other day). He's been calling his viewers master ever since then cause he kinda likes the humiliation he feels when they call him their dumb little servant. Someone even sent him some cat ears, a collar with a bell, and some cat toe bean thigh highs to really pull his outfit together. He even bought matching pink lace panties to make him even more irresistible. I think out of all the boys he'd be the one to talk with his viewers most cause he just wants to make sure he's doing good for them cause he aims to please.

Where You Want My Lipstick Part Three

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Notes: Not beta-read. The warnings below lists a running/growing list of warnings that vary from chapter to chapter.

Warnings: This fic has explicit sexual content.

Sugar daddy-esque relationship, oral sex, dirty talk, fingering, vaginal sex, Daddy kink mention, Dom/Sub dynamics, alcohol, under-negotiated kinks, possessive behavior, jealousy, public sex, cock warming, shower sex If you dislike any of these, please don’t read. Thank you. Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Summary: There was no technical rule against ‘fraternizing between coworkers’, but it was pretty heavily frowned upon.

I didn’t enjoy watching other people flirt with Andy. It happened pretty often - coworkers made passes at him, other lawyers cutting him long looks during meetings, bartenders passing him drinks with a wink during office happy hours. It made something ugly twist in my gut. It wasn’t that he was returning their attention in kind. He’d shoot them a quick smile and avert his eyes, or answer their questions politely, but in a way that either ended the conversation or left no space for it to go down a flirty avenue. It was that I didn’t like not being able to put myself in the middle - to stroll up to him at the bar and lay my hand on his arm and say, “Everything alright, babe?” As if I had any right to stake any sort of claim. There was no technical rule against ‘fraternizing between coworkers’, but it was pretty heavily frowned upon. I’d seen office relationships implode, watched coworkers get caught in the middle and try to mediate informally to ‘keep up workplace morale’, and seen the wounded parties either make peace or skirt around one another at office get-togethers and make stilted conversation when they got stuck in the elevator. And those were the relationships people knew about. I could only imagine how many trysts had been kept on the low. I couldn’t help but wonder if I wasn’t Andy’s first conquest in this office. If someone else had been with him, I was sure I would’ve heard about it by now. Maybe I’d just been the first one to take the bait.

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Andy’s fingers smoothed over my shoulder blades, his breath ruffling my hair. I was worn out, half-asleep, pleasantly sore. “...Sweetheart.” His tone told me that he’d been talking to me, but I hadn’t heard a word of it. “Hm?” I lifted my head, blinking blearily up at him. He smiled softly, chuckling. “Where’s your head tonight, huh? You’ve been pretty quiet.” I didn’t answer right away, resting my cheek on his shoulder and lowering my eyes. “Was just a long week, is all,” I fibbed. It was only half a lie. Work had been hell, sure, but I’d spent my free moments thinking about whatever the hell this was. Andy and I had drawn a lot of invisible lines, and I was sure talking about this was one of them. Andy’s hand slid up my to the back of my neck. “Tip your head forward,” He said. “Why?” I mumbled. “'Cause,” Andy’s tone left no room for argument. I huffed, doing as I was told. Andy’s fingers stroked over the base of my neck lightly, concentrated circles before the pressure became a little more firm. I closed my eyes, sighing softly. His hand glided up and down the back of my neck, kneading more firmly. I felt the tension draining out of my shoulders, and I couldn’t help the quiet moan that left me. “There we go,” Andy murmured, keeping up his ministrations. “I’m going to fall asleep if you keep that up,” I warned a few minutes later. “Then fall asleep,” Andy murmured, “I won’t hold it against you.” -- It was weird to be awake before Andy. I usually woke up by myself, but Andy was right next to me this time, sound asleep. I looked at him for a few moments before I looked up at the ceiling. I needed to get out of my head. Things with Andy had been nice and uncomplicated so far, I needed to not ruin that. I pushed myself up, getting out of bed as quietly as I could and heading for the shower. I hummed to myself under my breath as I washed up. I didn’t want to get too loud; the bathroom acoustics were nice, but I didn’t to wake Andy up. Not that that mattered. I heard Andy open the door a few minutes later and I stopped humming immediately, glancing back. He didn’t say anything; obviously he knew I was in there, a ghost hadn’t started up the shower. He stepped in as I finished combing the knots out of my hair. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” I asked, frowning.   “No, baby,” He soothed, cupping my chin and pecking my lips. I stepped out of the way of the spray, making room for him and stepping behind him. He picked up his body wash, squeezing some into his hand. Before he could set it down, I took the bottle from him, squeezing some into my own. As he washed his front, I washed his back. I took my time, running my hands over the broad plane of his shoulders, down his spine, over his sides, eyeing the red marks my nails had left behind the night before. Andy tipped his head forward, water rushing over his head, rivulets sliding down his neck and shoulders, washing the suds away. I slid my hands along the clean skin before I pressed myself flush against his back, wrapping my arms around him. As I kissed his shoulder, my hands slid over his torso. I heard him grunt, pleased, as I ran my nails over his abdomen. My other hand slid down, gripping his half-hard cock. I smiled, beginning to jerk him at a teasingly slow pace as I continued to pepper his shoulders with kisses, occasionally scraping my teeth along the base of his neck, or nipping the skin. Andy’s hand caught my wrist, squeezing it lightly, and I let go. He turned, eyes dark with want before he caught my lips in a demanding kiss. I melted into it, my body pliable as he touched me. He pressed me against the wall of the shower, his hand pillowing my head against the hard tile. I shuddered at the feeling of the cold material against my back, the chill so contrary to Andy running hot against my front. I tipped my head up to him for another kiss, leaning up as he leaned back. I backed off, and he leaned in again. I moved to meet him in the middle; again, he pulled away. This game continued, agonizing, until I surged up, sucking his plump lower lip into my mouth. Andy’s groan was low in his throat, delicious and spine-tingling. He rested his forehead against mine as the kiss broke, shaking his head. “That’s strike one, sweetheart,” He warned, looking down at me. I pouted. “It’s your own fault for making me wait,” I argued. Something flickered in Andy’s eyes, and I knew I was walking a dangerous line between playful and stupid. “Strike two,” He warned. I huffed, but kept quiet. Andy waited a moment for another protestation, and when it didn’t come, he nodded, brushing his lips over mine and murmuring, “Good girl.” I bit my lip, fighting to keep still as Andy’s lips traveled down my neck, over my breasts. I brought my hands up, combing my fingers through his wet hair. He leaned away, shaking his head. “At your sides. And keep them there unless I say so,” He ordered. I did as directed, resting them with the palms flat against the tiles. He hummed, approving, before he slid a hand between my legs. I sighed, tipping my head back against the wall as he ran his finger along my pussy lips. Andy took one of my nipples into his mouth, teething lightly at the bud before flicking his tongue over it. “Shit,” I hissed, pressing down against Andy’s hand. “Hey,” He pulled his head back, looking at me, “None of that. I’m not gonna warn you again.” I bit down on my lip again, eyes pleading with him. He brought his hand up, finger covered in me, and used it to pull my lip out from between my teeth. He smeared his fingertip along my lower lip, smiling at the added slick on my reddened lip. “I know it feels good, sweetheart. And I wanna make you feel good. But if you can’t do what I say, I’m gonna have to punish you. And you know I don’t wanna do that, right?” “I know,” I mumbled. “So be a good girl for me and hold still.” I nodded, and he lowered his hand back between my legs. I closed my eyes and did my best to focus on holding still. And you know what, it worked! Well, it almost worked. It worked until I got so into it that I over-focused, zoned out, and zeroed-in on the tight, fast circles Andy was rubbing in my clit. I was going to cum, too, I was right on the edge, so I pressed into the feeling. I let out a sob when Andy pulled his hand away and stepped back, my head thudding back against the tile. “Strike three, sweetheart,” He said softly, sounding regretful. I stomped my foot, frustrated, begged, apologized, but Andy paid me no attention, just turned off the shower. “Get out, dry yourself off-- Don’t play with yourself,” He tacked on, a warning look in his eyes. I did as I was told, legs a little wobbly as I got out. I picked up one of the towels that Andy had set out on the counter and dried myself off, casting a glance at him over my shoulder. We’d never discussed punishment before. I’d never done anything to warrant it. Usually I did exactly as I was told, when I was told, how I was told - I was his good girl, I liked being good. But all of the doubts that had filtered into my mind, watching other people outwardly give Andy the attention that I only gave him in private, and in very small and specific doses, had stirred up a jealousy in me that I hadn’t known before. I had been quiet in bed the night before, out of focus, but this morning I had zoned in and acted out. Andy had disappeared into his room, trusting me not to disobey him while he was gone. But god, did I want to. I couldn’t even squeeze my thighs together; instead I wrapped the towel around myself and leaned against the bathroom sink, legs spread a little wider than normal as I waited for him to come back. It took him a few minutes. I found myself wondering what he was doing, or if he just wanted me to squirm. When he returned, he had pulled on a pair of boxers, and he was holding the cream colored satin and lace short bathrobe he’d bought for me a couple of weeks ago after our little bookstore adventure (”I’m not going to remember to hang up your dress every time, sweetheart,” He’d told me). “Put it on,” He said, holding it out to me. I shrugged out of the towel, setting it aside and pulling the bathrobe on. Andy frowned when I left it untied and came closer, wrapping it and doing up the tie. I squeezed my eyes shut as the material brushed against my still-erect nipples, trying to ignore the sensations it sent zinging down to my clit. When I opened my eyes again, I found Andy looking down at me. “Do you have a safe word?” He asked, speaking more gently than he had been before, “Hydrangea.” “Okay. You know the stoplight system?” “Yes.” “Are you comfortable with that?” “Yes.” “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” I didn’t even have to think about the answer before it came out. Andy pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. Then his face shifted, readopting that more stern, carefully careless look. “Come on,” He lead the way out of the bathroom, into the living room. Sitting on the small table beside the couch was a cup of coffee and a newspaper. On the floor in front of the couch was a pillow. Andy pulled his boxers off, tossing them over the arm of the couch before he sat down beside the coffee and the newspaper. He then looked at me and pointed to the pillow. I walked over, cautiously lowering myself to my knees. Andy’s cock was laying against his thigh. It was mostly soft. I glanced up at him for permission, and he nodded once. I leaned in, setting my hands on his thighs to brace myself, and he stopped me. “Don’t suck,” He said, looking down at me, “Just hold it.” I froze, eyes widening a little. He held my gaze. “Color?” He asked. “Green,” I said quietly. He nodded, watching me take him back into my mouth. Andy then picked up his newspaper, opening it and reading it like I wasn’t even there. The first few minutes were the most difficult. I was so tempted to move my tongue, to trace the vein on the underside of his cock up to the head and tease the way I knew he liked. I was still tense, and still horny as hell. I was salivating, I couldn’t help how wet his cock was getting. After a few minutes I felt Andy lower his paper and smooth his hand over my hair. “You’re doing very well,” He said softly. I didn’t answer, just focused on the hand on my head and the dick in my mouth, and not the ache in my jaw or my knees. It was only ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Andy’s phone buzzed, his timer letting him know that my punishment was up, and he shut the notification off before setting the paper aside. He reached down, stroking my cheek. “Are you alright?” He murmured. I nodded a little bit, careful not the dislodge him, or scrape him with my teeth. “You can get up now, come on,” He added, reaching to help me up. I peered up at him from under my lashes. Rather than take his hands to help me up, I took hold of them, intertwining our fingers. “Sweetheart, what are you-- ah,” Andy sighed as I began to bob my head, slurping and sucking as I’d wanted to. I didn’t even care that my jaw and knees were sore now. I just wanted him. I squeezed my thighs together, moaning as I felt Andy hardening, pulling off of his cock and mouthing down the side. He let go of one of my hands, tangling his fingers in my hair. “That’s it,” He breathed. I used my free hand to fondle his balls; they were slick with the spit that had accumulated while I was warming his cock. Andy’s hands slipped under my armpits, pulling me off of my knees and into his lap. I straddled his hips, ignoring the ache in my knees and thighs as I kissed him eagerly. One of his hands moved down, dipping between my legs, and he didn’t disapprove when I chased the sensation this time. “You’re still all slick for me, sweetheart,” He husked, teeth grazing along my jaw. “Yes,” I whispered, my pussy brushing against his bare cock. We both let out moans at the contact. Andy gripped my chin, turning my head and forcing me to look down at him. “You know I didn’t wanna punish you, right?” He asked, and I nodded. “I know,” I breathed. “But when you act like a brat, sweetheart, I’ve gotta treat you like I brat.” I nodded, hips rolling as I ground against him. “What are you when you’re not being a brat, huh?” He asked. I swallowed thickly. “A good girl,” I mumbled. “Hm?” Andy feigned ignorance, even as his hips pressed up to meet mine, “What was that?” “A good girl,” I said more loudly, hips snapping harder now as I felt the familiar sensation building in my pelvis. “Whose good girl?” Andy asked. I had to squeeze my eyes shut; I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at me, like I’d just put the stars in the sky for him. “Your good girl,” I whined. “And you wanna be my good girl?” “Yes, sir,” I gasped.

"Then be a good girl and cum for me.” I cried out Andy’s name, seeing stars as I came grinding against his dick. I was still cumming when he lifted me by my thighs, lowering me onto the couch and laying me out. I watched as he knelt over me, jerking his cock with a mess of my come and spit before he came, shooting across my robe and my skin where the fabric had fallen open. Andy sank down onto the couch, resting his head on my stomach and carefully avoiding where he’d cum on me. I lifted my hand, combing my fingers through his hair. “Are you alright?” Andy asked after a few minutes of quiet, lifting his head to look at me. I smiled, nodding. “I’m alright,” I said, though I could already tell that my voice would be hoarse in a few hours, “Can we go back to bed?” Andy didn’t answer, just got up, gathered me into his arms, and took me where I asked.

I Fucking Care

I Fucking Care

I Fucking Care

July 19, 2020

WC: 1455

You hadn’t left Hammerhead in years, content to keep in the company of the hunters and Cindy that now lived there. But more than that, you stayed because of one man: Prompto Argentum.

You had known the blond gunner since he and the prince had walked into your family’s diner back when the sun still rose with each new day. You had quickly grown attached to the blond, and when the sun stopped rising, you stuck to his side. But you weren’t a fighter. You couldn’t repair machines. You were … normal.

***

“Prompto!” you yelled, (e/c) eyes narrowed in a glare as the blond entered Hammerhead, bloody and bruised. Your first instinct was to punch him, for scaring you, but you didn’t. You knew it would only add to his injuries. Instead, you settled for glaring at him.

“Sorry, (Y/n),” he smiled, making you frown. Ever since he had gotten back from Niflheim, he had changed. His smile wasn’t as vibrant anymore, he didn’t joke as often. You knew something had to have happened in the Imperial capital, but you doubted he would tell you if you asked. So you didn’t.

Realizing you hadn’t said anything for a few minutes, you sighed, grasping his wrist and dragging him across the outpost and towards the caravan. You pushed him into one of the old plastic chairs that sat in front of the trailer before grabbing the box of curatives you had been saving up.

“I hate seeing you like this, Prompto,” you muttered, handing him a potion. You watched as he used it, the cuts and bruises on his face and arms healing almost instantly. Your frown deepened as you watched, and a sinking feeling took root in your stomach. Once Prompto had finished using the curative, his curious blue-violet eyes met yours, the small smile on his features turning into a frown when he caught your expression.

You rose from your seat as soon as Prompto seemed he was about to say something, not really in the mood to hear what he had to say.

“Just, stop being so reckless, alright?” You said in parting, eyes unable to meet his before you walked away.

***

Your body tossed while you slept, waking your roommate. You and Cindy had been roommates for the past three years, seeing as she was the only girl you knew from before the sun disappeared.

“(Y/n), wake up, sweetheart,” Cindy’s voice broke through your frenzied dream, and you shot up straight panting. You curled into yourself slightly, barely audible whimpers falling from your lips.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Cindy asked, taking your hand in hers. You gave her a slow nod,, but when her grip on you tightened, you knew she didn’t buy it. “Tell me, (Y/n).”

“I don’t get it, Cindy,” you mumbled, welcoming the hug Cindy gave you. “I just don’t get it. Why does he always do this? He’s always coming back half-dead! Why does he do it?!”

“Who, (Y/n)?”

“Prompto!” you hollered. Your admission caused the mechanic to pause, a slight frown on her face.

“Do you care for Prompto?”

“Of course I fucking care, Cindy! He’s my friend! Why wouldn’t I care?!”

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant was, do you love him?”

***

Do you love him?

“I don’t know,” you whispered, choking back a sob as you sat in Takka’s old diner. A weird noise managed to creep from your throat, filling the silence of the diner and making your face go red. You were thankful no one was in there to hear.

“(Y/n), are you okay?”

You jumped at the sound of Prompto’s voice, head whipping around to stare at him as he approached you.

“Ye-yeah, I’m okay.” You mentally smacked yourself for tripping over your words in front of him. You hurriedly stood, making your way to the exit when Prompto grabbed your wrist.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I thought I heard--”

“I said I’m fine, Prompto, so just drop it,” you hissed, wrenching your wrist from his grasp. The sight of his crestfallen face was enough to make you frown, yet you continued on your way to the exit, daring to not look back.

***

You had lost him, all because of a few harsh words spoken in a panic. The night you had stormed off was the last time you would see the blond for a while. When you realized he was gone, you wanted nothing more than to find him and apologize, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t fight, could barely keep up with even the slowest of the hunters at Hammerhead.

Around the end of the first month without Prompto being at Hammerhead, you realized what Cindy had said was true. You loved Prompto, and now that he was gone, you felt empty. Like someone had ripped out your heart. You rarely ate anymore, too busy being destroyed by guilt. The only reason you were still alive was because of Cindy. She forced you to eat any little bit she could get you to eat, but it wasn’t enough to keep your strength up.

Before long, you were bedridden, forced to sit and watch as the world continued without you. You never got any visitors except for Cindy; she was like a sister to you, after all. So whe, one day, you woke to three people standing next to your bed, you were surprised.

“Fuck, kid,” Gladio grimaced. “When Cindy said you had taken a turn for the worst, I didn’t expect this.”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to joke with him, feeling your energy already draining quickly. You went to sit up and were helped by Cindy. Your seemingly lifeless eyes then drifted over to where Ignis stood, his arms crossed.

“Why are you two here?” you asked hoarsely.

“Cindy called us,” Ignis responded as he stalked towards the bed. “What happened, (Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing, Iggy,” you mumbled, having enough strength to turn over onto your side. You curled in on yourself.

“That’s bullshit!” Gladio’s enraged voice made you flinch, but you made no move to look at him. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

You were up like a shot, glaring at the Amicitia. You wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t find your voice.

“Stop acting like a lovesick schoolgirl, (Y/n),” the Shield snarled. You felt the rest of your strength leave your body as you collapsed onto your back, silent tears dripping from your eyes as you stared at the ceiling.

“Gladio, that’s enough,” Cindy butt in, coming to stand between you and the Shield. Ignis quickly pulled the mountain of a man out of the small room, and through the door you could hear Gladio shouting and Ignis trying to calm him.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I didn’t know--” Her pale green eyes went wide at your prone body being racked by something unknown. “(Y/n! (Y/n)! Please, calm down!”

“(Y/n)!”

***

Prompto walked into Hammerhead, grimacing at the feel of daemon blood soaking his clothes and hair.

“Yuck,” he hissed, shaking the gore from his skin as best he could. It was the feeling of eyes on him that made him freeze. Looking around, he saw Ignis and Gladio talking with Cindy. Joy spread throughout his being and he rushed to his friends, expecting them to at least give him a wave when he approached. But they didn’t.

The somber mood surrounding the three instantly dampened his own mood, and his smile morphed into a frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked them, brows furrowed. At first, no one said anything, then Ignis’s hand came to rest on his shoulder.

“It’s… It’s about (Y/n), Prompto,” Ignis finally said. “She’s not … she’s not doing well. I don’t know what happened between you two before you left, but it affected her severely. Gladio and I were called here a few weeks ago, and she has only gotten worse in that time.”

Blue-violet hues went wide in shock as they turned to Cindy, expecting her to deny everything. And when she didn’t, the blond was off, racing through the outpost and into the small home you shared with the mechanic.

“(Y/n)?!” The door swung back on its hinges, hitting the wall as he burst into your room. He was at your side immediately, taking in the state you were in.

You had grown deathly pale since he had left and your breathing came unevenly. With sunken cheeks combined with how pale you were, you looked more like a corpse than a living human. But he knew you were alive, at least somewhat, by the rattling that sounded in your chest whenever you took a breath.

“I’m sorry…”

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I’m not really satisfied with this ending, but I couldn’t think of a way for it to continue. Sorry, guys. I know that one of the worst things as a reader is having a sub-par ending.

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Can you do a scenario for Law realizes he's in love with a female pirate that everytime Law goes and talk to her he messes up or embarrass himself. His crew, the straw hats, white beard and red hair shanks crew knows about this and tries to help him but makes it worse (like giving him wrong ideas etc.) But in the end they find out she feels the same way. Law finally gets to be with her, also add a rough NSFW please

Hellooooo!~ Thank you for waiting for this one! I ended up kinda getting away from the original request, I think, and I left out the Whitebeard and Red Haired pirates (I just couldn’t figure out how to fit them in there), but it just kept going and going and eventually I had this super long monstrosity haha but it’s still pretty close to what you requested, so I hope you enjoy it! I worked really hard on it! 😁

He hadn’t expected to see her again.

It would’ve been easier if he hadn’t.

Instead, Law now had to deal with being in close proximity with someone who made him...feel things. As if being stuck on an island with the absolutely insane Straw Hat Pirates wasn’t enough. 

Still, he figured he could do a decent job of avoiding all of them, and promptly gave the order to his crew that he was not to be disturbed, and then shut himself in the infirmary of the Polar Tang until further notice.

That only worked for about three hours.

Law was just cleaning up from one of his many planned experiments for that weekend when the unmistakable sound of FLIP FLOP FLIP FLOP came sounding down the hall. He groaned, head in his hands, as Straw Hat’s shout of “TORAO!! COME OUT HERE! WHATCHA HIDING FOR?!” came through the door, accompanied by a flurry of harsh knocks. His crew were gonna get it.

“Ah! There you are! Come on, Torao, you gotta check this place out! There’s so many other pirates here, and there’s FOOD!!” Law sighed as he let Luffy drag him back outside, noting Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo standing nearby, looking away from him, whistling into the air.

Traitors.

Luffy continued to rattle things off about their location, not that Law was listening. He was, unfortunately, used to this by now and knew fighting it was futile. As long as they steered clear of her, he could handle it.

Fate obviously hated him.

As Luffy pulled him to the feast he’d mentioned, Law’s eyes locked on a familiar female pirate, his gut immediately doing flip flops in a way that made him sick, and he hated it. But he was too late to pretend he hadn’t noticed her because there she was, waving at him with a small smile on her face that did nothing to stop the heat creeping over Law’s entire body. Instead of responding, he jerked his face away from her, looking instead at the group Luffy had pulled him to.

Ever since their alliance, the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates had gotten along rather well; and despite Law’s statements that he did not consider them friends, everyone knew it wasn’t true; including him. Not that that ever stopped him from denying it. Loudly. Finally pulling his arm free from the other captain’s grasp, Law angrily sat amongst the group, remaining stoic despite the friendly chatter surrounding him.

On occasion he’d glance up, catching glances of her here and there, unable to help himself. Something about the way she was with her own crew, laughing and joking, kept him transfixed, even to the point that he failed to realize his present company had noticed where his attention was. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Law saw Luffy’s face stretched into an impossible grin, snickering in his direction. Raising a brow, Law leaned back to get away from the rubbery man, noticing the rest of the Straw Hats giving him some strangely amused looks.

“What?” He barked out. Luffy snickered some more.

“You like her don’t ya, Torao? You keep looking over there!” Great. Even Luffy of all people noticed. This was getting out of hand.

“Of course not, you idiot!” Law ground out, pushing Luffy away, ignoring the laughter coming from the people around him. He felt his face start to heat up, wishing he’d locked the door to the submarine earlier so he wouldn’t be in this mess right now.

“Hmhmhm Torao-kun, you should go talk to her,” Nico Robin told him with a soft smile, drawing agreement from the rest of her crew, as well as his own.

“Yeah, Captain! Go get laid!” Came Shachi’s voice beside him, before Penguin smacked his head into the floor snapping “idiot!” Law rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to stem the migraine that was forming.

“No,” he said, leaving no room for argument. 

The Straw Hats apparently didn’t realize that.

“Ahh need help, eh? Well, as a woman I’ll help you out, but it’ll cost you!” Nami told him, eyes mysteriously shaped like Beli signs. “I’ll even give you a discount! How’s 300,000 Beli sound?”

“No!” He said, a little more forcefully this time.

“Hm, Torao, you should woo the lady with a home cooked meal! No better way to reach a lady’s heart,” Sanji advised, though his eyes were on said lady, who somehow hadn’t overheard any of this yet despite them making no efforts to be quiet about it. The Heart Pirates burst out laughing.

“Haha! Cap can’t cook! He’d kill the poor thing!” Law glared at them, devising some new punishment for when they set sail again to get back at his friends for their teasing.

“THEN I SHALL WOO THE LADY MYSELF!” Sanji yelled, eyes forming into full hearts as he swooned around their group. Law found himself wishing the floor would swallow him whole. This was the last time he ever hung out with anyone. Ever.

“Noooo! Just give her meat, Torao! Everybody likes meat!”

“That doesn’t work on everybody, idiot!”

“I’ll go over and talk you up, Torao! No one can resist a story by me, ‘brave warrior of the sea’, Usopp!”

“She’s SUPER cute, definitely go talk to her!”

“Captain, do you think she knows any female bears?”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE CONCERNED ABOUT?!”

“Ask to see her pant-AHH!” 

“STOP ASKING PEOPLE THAT!!”

With each new sentence thrown at him, Law could feel his headache grow, his brows twitching in annoyance until finally he couldn’t stop himself from standing up and shouting, “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

“Help with what?” Came an innocent voice from behind him. Law felt the color drain from his face as he turned around to see her standing there, eyes shining up at him with curiosity. He stood there staring at her, not sure if there was anything he could say that would make this situation easier on him. 

He was going to kill every single one of them.

“Ok then,” she laughed when he didn’t answer her. “Trafalgar Law, right? I believe we’ve met before?”

He gulped, once again contemplating the possibility of the floor becoming very hungry for vaguely Trafalgar-Law-Shaped things, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. “I don’t keep track of everyone I come across.” He said rather bluntly, pleased that no matter how much of a mess he was on the inside, that didn’t reflect in his words.

“Well if it jogs your memory, you ended up getting us out of a bind with some Marines quite a ways back. Pretty sure it was on accident, but thanks nonetheless. Of course, you also took something of my captain’s, so I should be gutting you where you stand right now.”

He, of course, remembered the entire interaction. Both pirate crews had come across a rather large Marine warship, though by the time Law got there, her ship was about to be boarded. He was still on his way to becoming a Warlord at the time, and so used the opportunity to dispatch the Marines and take the captain’s heart, adding it to his collection until he could turn them in for the Warlord’s open spot. She’d tried to fight him for it, at the time, challenging him for her captain, and crew’s, honor. He’d merely gone back to his sub and left, using his devil fruit for a quick getaway, but she’d left an impression that he couldn’t get out of his head. Things would’ve been easier if they’d never crossed paths again, he thought, but even after all this time his infatuation with her had only grown. It didn’t help that he’d poured over her wanted posters as they popped up in the newspapers, but it seemed like no matter what he did, she wouldn’t leave his head, nor would those sparkling eyes of hers daring him to take her on, despite having known who he was.

He didn’t tell her any of this of course, the floor wasn’t quite ready to eat him alive just yet. 

“So why aren’t you?” He asked instead, genuinely curious though trying not to let that on. A fight with her would be a shame.

“Eh, he was a shitty captain,” She said rather nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as if it was a fact. He had to agree to some extent; from what he remembered, her captain had all but handed his heart over himself. “Got someone much better in charge now.”

“Then you’re doubly welcome,” Law said, ignoring the many eyes piercing his back as they watched them talk. He was surprised at how easy this was so far, but he still didn’t want to do this with them all watching.

Not that he really planned on continuing the conversation at this point. He figured they were done.

“Hey, you wanna go for a walk or something? You seem like you could use some air,” She offered, expression completely innocent, though he was floored that she could read him that well after only brief meetings. He could still feel the others’ eyes burning holes in his back, could practically hear them urging him on; so Law gave a great sigh as if it was a huge inconvenience to him, and nodded, following her away from the crowd.

Once away from the group, he found it was actually easy to be near her. They didn’t talk, merely walked in companionable silence, exploring the area that was apparently very popular for pirates. 

“You know, I saw you looking at me before,” she said, causing his breath to hitch just ever so slightly in alarm at having been caught. Dammit.

“I was looking at everyone. Better to assess a situation before any shit hits the fan.”

“See, I’d believe you if you hadn’t kept looking at me,” she laughed, not seeming at all upset by it. He raised a brow at her, trying to figure out what game she was playing. She just continued to stare back at him with those eyes that made heat flush through his body. “It’s ok, you know. I was looking at you too.”

That actually made him pause, staring at her as he short-circuited, unsure how to proceed. Oh sure, he’d slept with plenty of people in the past, but he’d never felt anything for them. If all he wanted to do was “get laid”, as Shachi put it, this would’ve been no sweat. 

Damn feelings, making everything so complicated.

“Were you looking to try challenging me again?”

“Ha! I knew you remembered me!” Fuck, he’d slipped up. He could no longer call himself neutral in this. He stood rooted to the spot as he tried to come up with a response that wouldn’t give himself away completely. “But no, I just thought you were pretty cute.”

“Cute?!” She nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles, leaning against a tree for support. Law regarded her for a moment, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or if this was all some weird trick to get back at him for taking her captain’s heart. He stepped closer to her; before she realized it he’d trapped her against the tree, leaving no room for escape. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes smoldering in a way that mirrored his own expression. “Cute, hm, Name-ya?”

She smirked, “You even know my name, hm?” Law didn’t respond, instead capturing her lips with his own as he pinned her against the tree, her hands reaching around his neck to settle in his dark hair. Her touch on his skin was electric, sending shocks through him at every tug at his scalp; his own hands grasped at her hips, touching the bare skin under her shirt and sending shivers down her spine. He waited a moment for her to protest, and when she didn’t he slid his hands higher, cupping her breasts through her bra under her shirt.

He slid one hand under the bra, kneading the flesh there and eliciting delicious moans from the girl in front of him, while his other hand travelled to the front of her pants, playing with the button and zipper for a second before slipping his hand down the front of her jeans. He smirked against her lips as she gasped, bucking against his hand as he reached between her legs, playing with the sensitive skin there. Law moved his head, kissing under her jaw down to her shoulder, relishing in the sounds she was making, glad that they’d moved far enough away from everyone that no one could hear what was going on. 

He groaned as he felt one of her hands brush against the outside of his jeans, having grown hard before he even realized it. His body wanted her touch, craved it like he hadn’t craved another person before, but he didn’t want to rush through this. His hands slid away from her body, causing a small, but arousing, whine to fall from her lips as he grasped her shoulders, spinning her around and pressing her against the tree once more. 

Law pulled her jeans down around her thighs, just enough for him to get a good view of her ass, before resuming his ministrations from before; one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, as he pressed his clothed erection against her behind. At this point, all she could do was hold herself up, her legs trembling as he worked her near climax. As her moans grew in pitch, slowly turning into cries of pleasure, he slowed, causing her to rock her hips against his hand in hopes of keeping the same pace he’d had. Instead, he pulled away, peeling his jacket off and laying it on the ground, then pulling his jeans open, allowing his member free as she turned around to face him again.

Her cheeks were a gorgeous shade of red, her eyes glazed over in lust despite him having cut her off before orgasm. He gave her another searing kiss, guiding her to her knees to kneel in front of him on his jacket. She didn’t need any further instruction, taking him fully into her mouth almost immediately, to his surprise. His hands wound into her hair, pulling her head back in a way that let him control the pace for now. She looked him straight in the eye as he did so, causing his arousal to grow even more. A quick glance over her body showed him something he didn’t expect: she was touching herself while she sucked him off, apparently still peeved that he hadn’t finished what he’d started yet. 

That wouldn’t do.

He pulled her off him, surprising her at how sudden it was, then flipped her around before grabbing a condom from his pocket, though not putting it on yet. He pushed her down by the shoulders, keeping her on her knees as he knelt by her, teasing her clit once again with his fingers. She rocked against his hand, all but begging for release, but he wasn’t quite ready to give it to her yet.

“Patience, Name-ya,” Law said, smirking against her hip as he lay kisses along her skin, nearing her clit but not close enough.

“Oh fuck you,” she whimpered, eliciting a low chuckle from him as he kissed her inner thigh, causing her to bite her lip.

“How bad do you want it, Name-ya?” He drew his tongue over her clit, to her opening, in one slow, agonizing stroke, cause her to clench up and let out a whine that almost made him give up control right then and there. He wanted to taste more of her.

“Please, oh please,” she begged easily. “I want it so bad. Please just make me cum.” He groaned, not expecting such an earnest request, but more than happy to oblige. Law lapped at her pussy a few more times, savoring every sound she made, before leaning back to put the condom on. He knelt behind her, teasing her with his cock for only a moment before entering swiftly and easily, letting out a satisfied sigh at the feeling.

Law began slow at first, letting her get used to him, then picked up the pace as he drove into her, pushing her face into the fabric of his coat, muffling every cry she made. Which was probably just as well, as he wanted to avoid anyone walking in on this. He knew they both were close, and it wasn’t long before he felt her walls clench around him. He leaned forward, mouth at her shoulder as he thrust only a few more times and came himself, groaning into her skin, their sweat mixing as they lay against each other, panting for breath.

He pulled out of her with a deep breath, suddenly exhausted. They got redressed in silence, not even looking at each other until Law couldn’t find his hat. Turning towards her, he found it in her hands, but what was more surprising was the smile on her face. It was...shy, almost embarrassed, and he worried what that meant about what just occurred.

“Here,” She said, handing his hat to him. “Umm, this is probably going to sound stupid but...I’d like to see you again. Not just to do that, though that was enjoyable, but...I dunno, I’d like to spend time with you. If that’s ok. I totally understand if not.” She wouldn’t look at him, and his eyes widened at what she was saying.

“...I’d like that,” He was more surprised that he meant it. 

It may not be how normal relationships started out, but he supposed, he wasn’t exactly normal.

“Definitely cute,” he heard her giggle beside him. Law smirked, kissing her one last time to shut her up, before they headed back to their respective crews.

It was freezing cold. Lochlan's body was stricken with incessant tremors that didn't show any sign of relenting - though he just started to feel them it was as if he'd been plagued for hours. If anything, they only became more racking, and served to worsen his clenched stomach that was rolling. Waves of nausea lapped at the back of his throat, burning, leaving a foul metallic coating on his tongue. It was like he could taste what he smelled and the rancid smell was horrific but oh he did not want to open his eyes and see the cause of the pungent odor. Loch kept them squeezed shut, bare knee's scratching painfully on... cement? And why couldn't he move his arms! Left with little else to do but look and assess, those lids of his finally cracked open to take in the sight of none other than himself. Wasn't no reflection in a mirror, he literally sat adjacent of his former self strung up by bound wrist and the air in his lungs was knocked out by the metaphysical impact of the visual, "No no no no no wake the fuck up." He mumbled through tight teeth, jaw pulsing, not demanding his bleeding counterpart to lift it's head but willing he the dreamer to get the fuck outta there. Lucid dreaming? Loch lunged to stand but the only thing he managed to do was rattle rusty chains - that's why he couldn't move his arms; like his mirage across from him, he was bound the exact same way. No amount of pulling or prying was fruitful and his bare legs were locked in place. He looked down to see if they were anchored too but came to find only the mesh shorts he went to bed in. Seems his sub-conscience had a depraved sense of humor. If he wouldn't confront the trauma willingly, it would do it for him. Make him a hostage inside of his own goddamned traitorous mind. Movement caught his peripheral. Lochlan snapped his head back up and looked over in the corner where two men were screaming in each others faces. They were blurred out though, none of the features clear enough to make out so much as a wrinkle or whisker either one and he was deaf to any noise that didn't come from his own self; breathing, heart beat, and a dull buzz in both ears. Only reason he knew they were yelling was how the color of their mouths darkened when they went wide, their rigid frames bulking towards one another, fingers stabbing in this direction and that. It all suddenly desisted though when the one in the suit reached behind him to retrieve a snub revolver and pressed it none too gently in to the others forehead. Loch did hear the sound of the hammer being pulled back, but it was louder than it should have been - dramatic, echoing off the walls and right in to his canal so sharply that it made him both flinch and wince. He looked away. Didn't wanna watch what happened. Didn't wanna see if that guy pulled the trigger. Lochlan didn't want to remain in that dream! His rapid heart made his chest hurt. His bone dry mouth made his throat hurt. Breathing was difficult and he gasped for air he couldn't seem to replenish his lungs enough with. Loch searched for anger to grab a hold of. If he could just get mad enough, he could snap those goddamn chains regardless if this wasn't the laws of realism! That's why he looked at who was his alternate self. The weak and pathetic son of a bitch just hanging there bleeding all over the place, not fighting! If he could focus on himself then, who let everyone down and royally fucked up everything, oho he would definitely find that rage. His throat worked to swallow the bile he could feel rising in his esophagus while the rest of him worked to find the courage to look up again when he heard his own voice; ‘be front and center at my fuckin funeral, cryin your goddamn eyes out’. Lochlan seethed and flexed his fingers around the metal, pulling even when his shoulders threatened to sever from muscle, a flicker of the sweet madness warming his frigid body for a fleeting moment until he saw her. Smelled her. Heard her - ‘I was’. That's when Loch faltered in his fight, hearing her whimpered declare that she had been at his funeral. But she wasn't looking at either of him. Alone in the opposite corner, staring at something he couldn't see. ‘I can't do this without you’. His face pinched in perplexity - she knew he wasn't dead! ‘Please come back’. He was trying! "Cush--" He rasped for her attention, shaking those chains, "Look at me, Cush!" Lochlan begged when he watched her sink down to both knee's, back still to him, and he leaned forward in a pitiful attempt to be closer, "Wake me up..." Because he sure as hell couldn't wake himself up, didn't know how to try! "What was 'at, boyo?" He jerked his face in the direction of that ominous voice that made him even colder than he already was in spite of the fact he could feel sweat sting his eyes. Lochlan watched the sharp dressed man casually stroll towards his other self who had finally shut up with the death-wish instructions to his wife. Panic. That's what he felt grip him by the fucking neck when he saw that guy moving, swinging a razor strap slowly back and forth. He didn't know why it scared him, since when did he get legitimately scared? But it did. The kind of fear that had talons and dug them in so deep you were crippled by it. The kind of fear stemmed from a real place, a real possibility, that he was never going to wake up in his bed again, see his boys again, his Cush, that it would all be gone if he didn't get free. At least he managed to force himself to look away, right at her, who still wasn't looking back at him, "Wa-wake me up, Cush!" Because what if she didn't? Logic was gone and Lochlan was terrified he would never. The closer Sloan got to his target the more frantic he became, "Baby--" His voice quaked, wrists on fire from where they twisted in the shackles all of their own volition, "Please..." Couldn't swallow the golf ball knot stuck in his throat, but oddly enough it subsided whenever it turned to liquid behind his eyes and drained out the corner of them. "CUSH--" "Do ya worst..." •• Lochlan shot up like a bullet, coughing for a breath that his lungs were begging for him to take. Quilt had been kicked off his legs, the cold sweat irritating since he stuck to the fitted sheet because of it. He furiously wiped at his face and eyes, not just coughing but gasping a suppressed sob. Crying? The aftershocks from the fucking nightmare was still a definite monkey on his back that he was having a hell of a time shaking, had to look around to make absolutely sure he was awake but that didn't help at all, was too dark to see anything, so he sucked in through his nose to smell where he was at. The homeliness, the lingering scent of their bodies, her lotions -- it was all there but unfortunately did nothing to quell the witless fear that had him shaking still. People use the phrase like my life depended on it all the time. So overused was it, that no longer could you feel the affect it's meant to have when you hear it. But, when Loch felt his Cush? He never missed a beat, and he kissed her. Like his very life depended on it. Nobody would be able to refute that it did if they were privliged enough to witness. His lips and mouth used her own as if they were the resource, the only one, to provide him with the necessary elements of living; oxygen, hydration - and his supplicating tongue sought her healing one. Vehemently beckoning her to wash off the timorous feeling the dream left him wrecked with in his foggy waking. Didn't matter if he fucked her for all she was worth hours ago. It didn't matter if he knew she'd be bruised come morning with the proof he'd been on her. And it didn't matter she couldn't walk with ease to the shower when it was all said and done. Lochlan's hands still went on the roam over her body, but unlike their salacious wander before he fell in to that God forsaken slumber, this time they were just... importune. For her to make him feel okay. For her to erase that wretched shit from his head and calm his crawling skin while fingers and palms skimmed her supple curves from neck to inner thighs. Like she herself was a sanctuary he couldn't get in fast enough.

Rapt

Rating: E Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Sexual Content (PWP) Words: 4,104 Additional Tags: Fluffy Smut, (VERY) Light Dom/sub, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay, Teasing, Handjob, Blowjob, Biting, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Softer Than It Looks, GOOD LORD I’M FEELING EMBARRASSED ALL OVER AGAIN BY THESE TAGS SAVE ME Summary: Time apart is awful but reunions are oh-so-good. A/N: OKAY. So this probably looks fairly familiar to anyone who found me on ao3 first but!! It’s been officially over 3 months since I posted this and it is both something I’m still super proud of and vaguely sentimental about and I’m having a rough week with making words so I thought I’d toss it here to remind myself I am capable of writing stuff I really love. I was So Nervous when I posted it initially but I’m so glad I did. (ao3)

“Jack, remember how it was in SEP? Wrestling you against the wall and fucking you like your life depended on it? Moaning into your fist because we couldn’t have anyone hearing Captain Morrison getting his rewards.” A breathy laugh. Jack bit his knuckle. “You want it like that again? Want me to pin you down and make it hard to walk? Boss around the mighty Strike-Commander? Make him beg for it, tell me how much he needs me?” Gabriel laughed again, this one fuller, and there was the sound of something moving across the desk. “I love you so damn much, you know that you kinky fucker?” Jack nodded, even if he couldn’t see. “I know. You'd be a mess if I could do worse than this.” Another unseen nod in reply. Gabriel laughed again, like he knew. “I’ll be home soon, babe. Get some sleep. I’ll do whatever you need.”

It was just a short message, just teasing, but he kept it. Somehow, it made time apart feel a little easier. Even if just for the moment.

His video screen binged, startling him, and Jack rapidly ripped out his ear buds before even registering the name on the call. Blackwatch Commander G. Reyes. Exhaling shakily, Jack accepted the call.

Gabriel’s face popped up on the screen, bags under his eyes and airport backdrop not even enough to stop the grin he broke into when he saw Jack’s face. Sappy and disgusting really. Jack loved it.

“Nice neck pillow, dork.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and poked at the hot pink monstrosity he was resting on. “It was Hello Kitty or that fucking frog. Obvious choice.”

“Japanese airports are fun.”

Gabriel laughed and rummaged for something out of view before holding up a coffee cup printed with cherry blossom branches. “You’re telling me. No other beverage back home is ever gonna compare, Jack. It tastes like heaven, chocolate, and flowers.”

“How long till your flight? Can probably sneak a few more in.”

Gabriel laughed. “3 hours. Not many. But my ass is fucking ready to be home and we still have to go through Hawaii.”

“Poor baby.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Not like I have time to do anything there but hope there’s an L&L without a line and sprint to my next flight.”

“I know.” Jack offered up a sympathetic little frown.

Gabriel stifled a yawn. “You getting me from the airport or do I have to kick in your office door to see my husband?”

“I got three days off. I'm all yours.”

“Shit, really?” Jack beamed at him. “You must have really missed my ass.”

“Other parts of you too.”

Gabriel laughed and it was warm and homey. Jack slumped on his elbows against his desk, just watching him. Gabriel raised a brow.

“How much?”

“Hmm?”

“How much do you miss me?”

Jack laughed. Toyed with the ear buds on his desk. “Was just… listening to your message.”

“Again?”

Jack shrugged. “Hey, it’s just a recording my spouse sent me. Nothing questionable there.”

Gabriel laughed. “You’re horny as shit right now. I knew I saw that look somewhere.” Jack made a face. “It hasn't even been that long, babe. That’s weak.”

“Shut up, you’ve got shit to distract you. I’ve just got,” Jack motioned to his office behind him, “this crap.”

“Man, I’m just fucking with you. I spent the other night staring at that last picture you sent me like a lovesick teenager.”

“My goddamn coffee selfie?”

“Didn’t say I was doing anything, did I? Pervert.”

Jack laughed. “I could send you something better.” he offered. Gabriel waved him off rapidly.

“No, fuck off. I have like a day’s worth of plane rides and the last thing I need is an awkward boner.”

“Airports in hard mode.”

Gabriel poked a finger at the screen. “No.” Jack shot him a sulky look but relented, letting it drop.

“You should try to sleep some, Gabe. My lunch is almost over anyway.”

Gabriel nodded and settled back in his seat some, pink neck pillow puffing up around his head. “Yeah.” he said, “I’ll see you, uh, tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Gabriel laughed and reached to turn off the feed. “Love you too, jackass.” He paused. “Oh, hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Be good and wait for me, alright? I've got plans.”

Jack let out a weak laugh as Gabriel grinned and ended the call. He stared at the blank screen for a moment before slowly burying his face in his hands.

“Fuck.”

He was going to have to extend his lunch to listen to that recording one more time… Maybe dig out one of the other files he had.

At the airport there was a tradition to keep so Jack made sure to park and go in to wait for Gabriel and Jesse to haul themselves out of baggage claim. As they rounded the corner Jack cut into a run and Gabriel, spotting him, shoved the coffee cup in his hand at Jesse and held his arms out.

Incidentally, the only thing really capable of catching a super soldier with ease is another super soldier. Jack dove into his arms, Gabriel spinning and staggering to keep balance, and they both laughed. Somewhere, someone was probably snapping pictures. Plain clothes made it harder for people to easily ID them as Strike-Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes but there was always the odd outlier. Not that it mattered anymore; getting hitched didn’t even end the rumors about either of them.

“There’s my lucky charm.” Gabriel laughed, beaming up at him. Jack grinned back and butted their foreheads together lightly.

Warm brown eyes. Like home–they felt just like home. Jack brought his hands up to cup Gabriel’s face.

“And there’s my sunshine.” he said, ducking in for a kiss. Gabriel let out a soft ‘mm’ and pressed in closer, fingers digging into Jack’s thighs.

Behind them, Jesse coughed awkwardly and took a draw off Gabriel’s latte. “Y'all wanna take me home or what? Should I get a cab..?”

They broke apart, both laughing, and Gabriel set Jack down on his feet again.

“Kid’s crabby because he didn’t believe me when I told him Hawaiian barbecue is better than Southern.” Gabriel explained. Jesse shot him a dirty look and drained the rest of his latte in protest.

“C'mon, L&L was the shit, wasn’t it?”

“It was okay.” Jesse punctuated his words by chucking the empty cup into a bin next to them.

Jack snorted. “Sacrilege.”

They headed for the car, Jack glued himself to Gabriel’s side the whole way. Not that he was getting any complaints in return. Instead Gabriel’s arm ended up around his waist, hand gripping his hip. They only parted when it came time to pack up luggage and climb into the car and as soon as Jack had his hand on the shifter Gabriel’s was over it, lacing their fingers together. From the back seat, Jesse scoffed.

“Problem back there?” Jack asked, peeking in the rear view mirror. Jesse grinned back at him.

“Man, you have no idea what kinda shitty mood he’s been in. Shoulda known it was cause he missed you.”

Gabriel cut his eyes toward Jesse. Jack laughed, squeezing at his hand.

“Hey, bet he did better than me. I can’t sleep for shit with all that space in bed.”

“Get a body pillow and wrap a hoodie around it. Prolly do the trick with how boss sleeps like a goddamn log.”

Jack laughed and Gabriel jerked his head around to glare at Jesse, who just grinned at him. “Little cuddlier than a log, if you get him in the right mood.” Jack replied. Jesse waved him off.

“Spare me. He lives for being the big spoon, I bet.”

“Fuck that, little spoon is the bomb.” Gabriel chimed in then, brow furrowed. “You feel all safe and shit.”

Jesse laughed and flopped over in the back seat, holding his hat to his head. Gabriel chuckled along with him, hand squeezing at Jack's, and settled back in his seat.

“Just goes to show, kiddo,” Gabriel hummed, “there's a lot you think you know about me.”

Jesse sat up, still fighting laughter, and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said, “and there's a lot I just don't wanna know.”

That got a chuckle out of Jack. “For the best.”

They dropped Jesse off and headed home, something spent largely in contented silence, and it was only once they started to near their stop that either spoke.

Gabriel broke the silence first. “So, pizza and romance movies tonight?” He was teasing. Jack squeezed at his fingers. “Wear those ugly ass sweatpants and fall asleep on the couch like an old couple?”

“No, no fuck that.” Jack shot him a glare. “I'm so goddamn horny, Gabe.” Gabriel laughed. “I know you're probably jet-lagged to hell but you don't get to tease me for the whole mission and then pizza and sweatpants me your first night back.”

Gabriel grinned at him, hint of a chuckle still on his voice. “Fine, fine. Don't get all prissy with me, princess.” he said, “Lucky for you I slept for about 95% of the plane ride. Just take it easy on me and I'll take care of you.”

Jack raised their hands off the center console and pressed Gabriel's knuckles to his lips. “Whatever you need.” he murmured.

“Fucking sap. Gross.” Gabriel swatted his arm but, when Jack stole a glance, he was grinning wider than ever.

The second they were in the apartment, door barely closed and locked, they were all over each other. Gabriel kissed him hard, pressing him into the entry way wall and putting the taste of copper in his mouth. He broke away slowly, biting Jack's lower lip and pulling it back with him. He released it and grinned at Jack's dazed expression.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Jack slumped against the wall. Thought a moment.

“You feel like being boss?”

Gabriel laughed and reached out, grabbing a handful of Jack's hair and dragging him closer. “You going to be good or bad?” he asked.

“Told you in the car; whatever you need.”

“Then you better be my Golden Boy.”

Gabriel laughed, low and soft, and kissed him again. This one slower, more heated. His free hand snaked around his waist, pulling him in flush to his body. He rutted up against Jack, pushing him into the wall and pressing his thigh between his legs. Jack whined as Gabriel broke the kiss, stepping back suddenly.

“Get undressed.”

He moved across the room then, yanking his belt off along the way and taking a seat in one of the living room chairs. Jack watched a moment, eyes trailing over his back and hips, before swiftly moving to yank his shirt over his head. He made it all the way out of his pants before Gabriel whistled for his attention and beckoned him closer.

Jack moved across the room and knelt at his feet, hands tentatively on Gabriel’s spread knees, and looked up at him awaiting direction. For a moment Gabriel seemed to simply be admiring the sight; he probably looked a disaster with a bitten lower lip and mussed hair. One of his feet shifted, toe of his boot nudging between Jack’s knees for a better look at the beginnings of the erection straining in his boxers. Gabriel laughed and rubbed a hand over his beard.

“You’re so easy.”

“For you.”

“That’s right. Because whose the boss of the great Strike-Commander Morrison?”

“My Gabriel.”

Wrong answer. But that was just part of the game. Gabriel let out a low chuckle and leaned forward, taking a hold of Jack’s chin.

“No,” he said, “you’re mine.”

Jack leaned forward reflexively, eyes on Gabriel’s lips, and felt himself get nudged back swiftly as Gabriel sat back in his chair again.

“Ah ah, not unless I say you can.”

“Please, Gabe.” Jack squeezed at Gabriel’s knees, risking the delicate balance that had him allowed to touch there even. “I need you.”

Gabriel tutted. “You’re impatient today.”

There was something in his tone that sounded only fond, not the acted disapproval, and somehow it was even more of a temptation. Tentatively, Jack slid his hands up to rest on Gabriel’s thighs. Blessedly, he still met no resistance to the gesture.

“I’ll do anything.” he said, kneading at the muscular flesh under his jeans. Groveling, his chin tucked against his chest. “Please. Just tell me what to do.”

When he looked back up he felt a small thrill of victory at the look on Gabriel’s face. He could barely hold the scene together, rolling his lower lip between his teeth and fingers digging into the arms of his chair. Jack made eye contact, best sullen look on, and fought the urge to smile when Gabriel’s breath hitched in his chest.

“Fuck me...”

“Was that a command or just a comment?”

“Come here.”

Gabriel reached down and took hold of Jack’s face, pulling him up into a rough kiss. They broke for air and instantly there were teeth digging into his shoulder, blunt nails trailing over his back. He whined and fought the urge to move his hands.

“Show me how much you missed me.” Gabriel breathed against his neck before releasing him.

Jack sank back down to his knees and his hands shot for Gabriel’s fly. Undid it and hooked his fingers through Gabriel’s belt loops, yanking them down just a bit with some more gracious aid from their wearer lifting up off his ass in his seat. Freed an already notable erection and cut his eyes up to look at Gabriel.

“I’m easy?”

“You having trouble getting into character, Jackass? Or are we playing something else?” Gabriel quipped. Jack laughed and shook his head. “Mmhm. Be a good boy, now.” He reached out and grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair, pulling him closer.

Jack settled in between his legs comfortably, taking hold of his cock and thumbing the tip. Given freedom, he let his other hand wander up from Gabriel’s thigh to slide under his shirt and dig his fingers into the firm skin there. Gabriel hummed in the back of this throat, contented, and slacked his hold on Jack’s hair without completely releasing it.

“You’re so perfect. What’d I do to deserve someone like you?” Jack asked. He glanced up at Gabriel, rolling his thumb over the pre-cum on the tip of his cock and was met with one of his favorite faces; that half-lidded attempt at focus, chewing the inside of his lip. He was doing good.

“Well,” Gabriel’s grip on his hair tightened again. “Certainly wasn’t running your damn mouth.”

Jack leaned down, hand sliding down the length of Gabriel’s cock, and took the tip in his mouth. Rolled his tongue over it, still daring to tease, and was met with a sharp yank on his hair. Too far, too long. He didn’t particularly intend to he disobedient, after all, just a little return favor for all that sweatpants thing. Moving, he gave a few solid strokes before lowering his head near the base and running his tongue up the underside. He shifted his other hand around to squeeze between the chair cushion and Gabriel’s ass, kneading at it. He had some praising remarks for it, if he remembered when he could use his mouth again.

Gabriel’s grip on his hair loosened, shifting to a gentle stroke, and Jack took the tip of his cock back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it a few times, fairing well enough to earn a pleased little grumble, before taking the whole length into his mouth. His other hand, now freed, grabbed greedily at Gabriel’s shirt and pushed it up as he raised up straighter and languished up and down his cock a few times, proved his mouth good for more than just talking shit.

“That’s my good Golden Boy.” he heard Gabriel mumble, feeling his fingers carding awkwardly through his hair. Oh there it was; he loved getting the nicknames out. That was always a good sign.

He sped his machinations, fumbling briefly before finding a reasonable pace, and felt Gabriel’s hand slide to cup the back of his neck. The hand on Gabriel’s chest slid up as far as he could do comfortably and found a firm pec to squeeze at, thumb grazing over the hard nipple and causing a soft popping noise to his left–-Gabriel’s fingers digging into the arm of the chair.

It didn’t take long in the daze before he felt Gabriel shudder, hand moving to grab his hair again and yanking to signal he was close. He pressed on gladly, until Gabriel’s hips bucked up towards him and his mouth filled with salt and warmth. He rode out the tremors, swallowing hard, and when he finally pulled back his lips were hot and wet-–a lewd sting of saliva and cum following them from Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel reached out and broke it, taking his chin and running his thumb over his slick lower lip.

“Good boy.”

Jack smiled and moved, laying his cheek against Gabriel's thigh and sliding his hands back down to rest on the backs of his calves. He felt Gabriel shift, momentarily jostling him, as he tucked himself back into his jeans and yanked his shirt back down.

“Got a little handsy, though.”

“You're just so perfect, I can't help myself.” Jack mumbled.

Gabriel scooped his hand under his cheek, lifting him up and sliding to hold his chin. He guided Jack up, smirking when his hands uselessly grabbed at his knees, and into a kiss. Long, slow, heated. Jack melted against it, fingers kneading at Gabriel's thighs.

“You want your prize?” he asked against Jack's mouth, voice low. Jack nodded. “I suppose you deserve a little something...” He pushed Jack backwards and down toward the floor, fingers planted on the center of his chest. Jack slumped, pliable.

There was a small pause, Gabriel poised over him. He raised a brow. Jack mimicked the expression, confused.

“Check in?”

“I'm good.” Rock hard, melting into the floor, lips raw. Good was the smallest way to put things.

“You sure?”

“Virgin-Mary-Jesus-Christ, Gabriel Reyes! Yes!”

Gabriel laughed. That ugly snort-started thing he did when something surprised him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead. “Okay, okay. So punishment? Input?”

“Whatever you're up to. Just touch me, goddamn.” Jack hummed.

Gabriel pulled back, looking thoughtful a moment, then grinned at him. “Done.”

He moved his hand then, flattening it onto Jack's chest before sliding it down the plane of his torso. Over hard muscle and wiry hair till it found the damp cotton of his boxers. Seamlessly, he hooked his fingertips under the band and pulled, dragging them down in one fluid motion.

“Since you were so good,” he drawled, “I think you earned some special treatment.”

He gathered Jack's hands over his head, one hand on his wrists, and wrapped his other around his cock. He picked up a rhythm easily, finding him already so needy. Jack pressed up against his hand, desperate for more friction, more attention, and chewed his sore lip. Eyes watching Gabriel's, fingers flexing in their hold.

“So easy...”

“Just for you.” Jack managed to hiss, voice hoarse. Gabriel laughed, squeezing just a little tighter in his strokes, and made him gasp for air at the end.

“You're so good for me.” he drawled, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Jack's shoulder. “You're so good.”

And already so close. Jack squirmed under him, bucking his hips, and felt Gabriel's pace slow. He whined as he felt his hand still then retreat entirely, leaving him teetering on the edge.

“Gabe--”

“But you have trouble listening sometimes.”

His tone sent a shiver down Jack's whole body, eyes widening. Gabriel gave a low, rumbling laugh and sank his teeth into the meatiest part of Jack's shoulder. Hard but not enough to bleed or bruise. Jack gasped, hands straining against the hold on his wrists, and leaned toward the sensation. Gabriel moved up his neck and bit down again, teeth scraping over his pulse, and Jack's breath caught in his chest.

Sometimes, even punishment felt like a reward.

Gabriel stilled for a moment, breath hot on his neck, and cupped a hand along his jawline. Traced over the cut angles with his fingers, trailing down to his chin and holding it lazily. He shifted, seating himself on Jack’s thighs, and leaned back some-–spine popping softly when he arched his back in.

“I could just leave you like this. Nothing you could do about it; not if you’re being good, anyway.” He set his hands on Jack’s stomach and rolled them up, over his chest, then back down to stop just before where he was most needed. Jack tried to fight through the haze to say something coherent but all that came out was a low groan. “You’d deserve that.”

Gabriel leaned down again, hands sliding up his chest and over his neck, cupping either side of his face. Kissed him in the softest way imaginable.

“I’m sorry.” Jack managed to grit out, hands still over his head where they’d been left, fingers flexing.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Jack nodded, teeth clenched, and Gabriel took him in his hand. Eased him back into the same pace from before, free hand sliding over the plane of his stomach soothingly. It only took moments before Jack crashed, arching into the sensation even with Gabriel weighing down the bulk of his lower body.

Trembling, toe curling perfection. Gabriel guided him through, stopping as his body slacked back into the floor, and chuckled faintly as a breathy string of profanity left his mouth at the end.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Kiss yours too.”

Gabriel laughed again and grabbed Jack’s shirt off the floor next to them, wiping the mess off his chest before rubbing his hands over his stomach again. The skin prickled, overly sensitive in the afterglow.

“How’d I do?”

Jack laughed weakly. “Want me to write up a review for you?” he put on a faux authority voice, “Meets expectations in dirty talk and power dynamics, exceeds in skillfulness with hands.”

That ugly snort-laugh again. Gabriel leaned in and butted his forehead against Jack’s. “I missed you, Jackass.”

“I missed you too.” Jack hummed, reaching out and affectionately scratching at Gabriel’s chin. “So, is it your turn to get bullied now?”

Gabriel groaned, slumping dramatically sideways onto the floor at that. “No, let me sleep, Jack.” He rolled onto his side, sulking pitifully, and Jack laughed as he squirmed back into his boxers. “Skip me to aftercare where you tell me I’m pretty and rub my scalp.”

Sitting up, Jack leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You have to change before you can sleep.” he remarked.

Gabriel poked a finger at him. “I got. My belt off. And I got you off. You take my damn boots off for me.”

“Thought we weren’t in scene anymore.” Jack teased. Gabriel waved him off.

“Yeah, no. This is just your whiny husband telling you he’ll sleep on the floor if you don’t help.”

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled down at him affectionately, moving to yank Gabriel’s boots off. Gabriel shifted this way and that, only vaguely helpful as Jack pulled off his hoodie and shirt for him before moving to prying him out of his jeans. Job complete, he patted at Gabriel’s stomach.

“Crawl your ass into bed, you giant baby.“ Gabriel complied, making a show of getting to his feet and trailing toward the bedroom. Jack shook his head, watching after him. "You want big spoon or little spoon?”

Gabriel scoffed, then promptly had to stifle a yawn. “You kidding? Little spoon is my fucking jam. If you’re willing to give it up since you technically have dibs.”

Jack chuckled and hauled himself go his feet. “Eh, I told you before. Whatever you need, Gabe.”

“Gabe also needs a back rub and pancakes in the morning.”

“Gabe shouldn’t push his luck.”

He laughed and reached out, beckoning Jack closer. When he stepped into his space, Gabriel nuzzled a kiss into his cheek dramatically.

“Alright,” he hummed, lips muffled on Jack’s skin, “that’s fair.”

Jack grinned and slung his arm around Gabriel’s waist, towing him the rest of the way to bed. He went gladly, stumbling awkwardly in his growing drowsiness.

“Maybe we’ll revisit pancakes tomorrow.”

Gabriel laughed and pressed against his shoulder. “You’re too good to me.”

“Hey,” Jack shot him a grin, “just returning the favor.”

'cause i never believed there was a heaven 'til i found you and i never prayed like the church always told me to but now you can count on me to get on my knees for you (X)