#Shallow Grave x Reader

[hwalovs]

Hero and Leander (M)

Pairing; Alex Law, (fem) Reader Warnings; SMUT, unprotected PiV (wrap it freaks), AFAB reader, subby alex law is best alex law, kisses, cursing, just- Friends to Lovers. Alex is down-fucking-bad Word count; 3.4k

Summary; After inviting you over to work on homework together, Alex begins to understand Juliet when she compared his love for you to Hero and Leander. 

THIS IS NOT EDITED

Alex was never good at his studies, he could never fully understand what his professors wanted him to if it was anything other than journalism. 

You’ve known Alex since your sophomore year of college. And now, being a senior, you still weren’t used to his bold flirting or the fact you still find random pieces of women's clothing on the floor when you visit. 

Graduation was just around the corner, the professors ramping up on homework and projects, swamping you in essay after essay about pointless things you were never going to use after you left the classroom. 

Alex had invited you over when you talked on the phone that morning, saying you both could help each other while Juliet and David were both out at work. To him, it was the perfect excuse to have all of your undivided attention for himself. For you, it was the perfect plan to get done with your hardest essay to date. 

Laying on his bed, your legs crossed under you as your eyes narrowed at the lined page in front of you, Alex knew his determination to get any of his homework done was off of the table. Especially after moaning something about your professor and how it was making you rethink your decision on going to college.

You had on his favorite sweat pants of yours, a baggy old T-shirt, and no makeup on. With your class textbook splayed out next to your open notebook, Alex couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Alex couldn’t keep his legs still, his foot fidgeting, licking and biting at his lips, picking at the edges of his nails. He was nervous that you would notice, and you would do your normal thing of grabbing his hands and asking him what was wrong. 

How could he explain to you that he was so head over heels for you, that Juliet compared his infatuation with you to Hero and Leander. 

At first, he was offended. How dare she compare him to a swooning man who fell so in love with a priestess that he would swim across an ocean just to see her each night? 

The more he thought about it, eventually leading him to read into the story and many others like it, he thought that Juliet may actually be right about something. 

Yet, you could never return his feeling, you just went on a date the previous week. Sure, the date didn’t end well and Alex ended up taking you out to make up for it. But there was no way you reciprocated his affections. 

“Can you look at this for me? I keep thinking I should add something but I can’t think of where,” you asked softly, shattering his thoughts. 

 “Huh? Oh, yeah,” he shook his head, licking his lips as he held out his hand, “give it here.”

When you hand it over, Alex clears his throat and refuses himself the gratitude to get lost in your eyes again.

His eyes flicker over the page, eyebrows slowly furrowing until he harshly sighs, shaking his head. 

“I don’t get it.”

“Huh?” You ask, looking back up from your highlighted textbook on your lap, head tilting slightly. Fuck, he was down bad. 

Leaning forwards, you crane your neck to try and read what was confusing to him, eyebrows furrowed with that small frown on your lips as you lean in close. His attention was completely void from the paper and solely focused on how your hair tickled his cheek, and your lips were so close he could lean forwards just the slightest-

“Oh!” You smile, finding what you were looking for, “that’s just a typo, I was gonna fix it when I got back home but I can just-“

Alex had stopped listening. He didn’t mean to, but your lips were too enticing to be ignored.

He thought, that if he focused hard enough, he could smell your perfume from that morning, or maybe it was your shampoo? 

It didn’t matter to him, anything you did, anything you wore, Alex thought it looked best on you. He swore that when the sun rose each day, it was to warm your skin. He thought his heart was loud enough to hear across the apartment when you stretched, arms rising to the ceiling and your damn shirt showing him skin he yearned to kiss and touch. 

He had to stop himself from leaning forwards to steal a kiss from you each time you applied Chapstick. Or, when you would be eating a snack and would lick your lips, effectively wiping away the remaining crumbs, he had to shift in his place to hide his arousal. 

“Alex?” You're looking at him again, with those concerned eyes and downturned lips. He was nervous that his voice would give away his thoughts, but he licks his lips and swallow the lump in his throat. He wishes the blood would rush to his head, to aid in his thought process instead of down between his legs.

“Yeah?” 

“You still with me?” 

His head jerks a little too weirdly in a nod, his eyes looking anywhere but your eyes. Instead, focus on your lips. 

He wanted to kiss you. So so badly. You were still close enough, he could just move the littlest bit and finally, do what he’s wanted to since the day he met you. 

Pushing away any of his remaining doubts, his eyes meet yours again, and he jumps directly into the raging ocean. 

“Can I kiss you?”

His voice is so timid you almost don’t hear him. It stuns you into silence, never hearing Alex so nervous about something. Staring at him, you process what he said slowly. The final pieces of the puzzle finally click into place and you lean forwards slightly, nodding your head gently. 

Hands moving to grip your cheeks gently, he tilts his head and leans towards you, finally kissing you. 

His lips are soft, gentle, and almost nervous. You don’t think you can feel him breathe until his chest shudders and his head tilts further, pulling you closer gently. 

Smiling lightly into the kiss, you place a hand on his cheek, tongue sliding lightly against his lip and you swear he shivers. Your thumb gently rubs at his jaw, sucking at his lower lip until he inches closer, hands dropping from your cheeks to your thighs. He hopes you don't feel them shake over your sweatpants, but you do. You feel the smallest of tremors as he moves them up slowly, stopping when they bump the bottom of your hips.

He tastes like cigarettes and toothpaste, but you don't care. You moan softly and inch closer, the textbook falling from the bed. Sliding his hands underneath your thighs, he pulls you onto his lap. The essay was forgotten somewhere on the bed, the only thing he was focusing on was you and the way your weight settles perfectly on his aching cock.

You’re the first to pull away, smiling as you leave light kisses down his jaw, sucking on his neck. He tilts his head back, giving more space for your lips and he doesn't notice his hips canting upwards against you, grinding against your cunt. Lightly pushing at his shoulders, he leans back onto his elbows, extending his legs to push his heels into the mattress, grinding harder to satisfy the burning in his gut. 

Hands sliding up his shirt, your fingers dance across his skin, lips kissing up the side of his neck until you place your lips next to his ear, “take this off, baby.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever taken his shirt off faster, throwing it to the ground as you lean back, settling more of your weight onto him, looking over his chest and stomach with dilated, lust-filled, eyes and a smile that makes him blush. 

“What?” He asks softly, hands grabbing the sheets and stopping his hips. 

It takes you a second before you grab the base of your shirt, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor, leaving you in your sweatpants and sports bra. 

“Fuck,” he pushes himself up, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while planting kisses across your chest, down the valley of your breasts. He slides his fingers under the elastic, pushing the fabric up until he can plant kisses across the skin he thought he would never see. 

He thinks, that for a moment, he’s just daydreaming. Maybe his thoughts were becoming too vivid when he zones out, but that's wiped from his mind when you whine softly as he sucks onto the skin of your collarbones, your hips greedily rolling down onto his. 

Your fingers move into the band of his pants, gently pulling against it with a faux pout, “wanna take this off for me?”

Nodding, he pulls away and pulls at the sports bra, your hands briefly leaving his pants to raise them, letting him take it off and throw it to the floor. But his touch never leaves your skin for longer than a few seconds, always roaming your body with a need you’ve never seen him possess before. His cheeks are a bright pink, hair messy as he falls back onto the bed and grabs your hands gently, catching his breath. 

“Are you sure?”

You laugh, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, “I should be the one asking you, my love.”

His response takes a second, heart racing as he decides if he wants to say it. Yet, he finds his lips forming the words before he can stop himself, fully drowning himself in his lust.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, darling.”

The fire in your gut grows at the fuel he throws onto it, burning bright and hot as his lips glisten under the light from your kisses and his eyes focus entirely on you. Just on you. You were the center of his universe at this moment, just as he was the center of yours. 

“Good thing we’re on the same page then,” you coo as you pull his pants down, thumbs hooking into his boxers along the way. 

There's a small, light trail of hair that leads down to his cock, which was hard and leaking, a small bead of precum leaking down the tip. When your hand wraps around the base, Alex whines, hips thrusting into your grip while his hands shoot to grab the fabric of your pants. He’s wanted this for so long, that when he imagined your touch it was nothing like this. He thought that you would be the one under him, withering from his mouth and fingers, your hands grabbing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. 

But it was him under you, desperate for your hands and your mouth on his skin. He was grabbing at your pants to ground himself so he wouldn’t begin to think this was a dream. He wanted to be in your warmth when he barreled into ecstasy by your touch, not by himself in his bed with a fire in his gut he was too embarrassed to do anything about.

Your hands leave his throbbing cock to pull your pants off, discarding them with his and his attention goes to your glistening cunt. His fingers leave the bed and slide up your thigh, stopping just short of touching you to look up, waiting for your nod of approval before sliding his fingers through your folds, moaning lightly at the wetness on his fingertips. 

You let your head roll back with a moan when his fingers press into your clit, circling the small bundle before sliding down to slide the tip of his finger into you. It was easy, your hips pressing into his hand until he was knuckle deep inside you, circling his finger against the pillowy flesh. His other hand leaves the bed, thumb pressing lightly into your clit while his finger pulls out slowly, adding another and thrusting back in, curling them once more.

“You’re, fuck,” you whine, hand pressing against his chest, “You’re doing so well.”

Smiling, he bites his lip and speeds up his thrusts, adding more pressure to your clit, and focuses solely on how your eyebrows furrow or how your eyes clench shut when his fingers press into that spot. 

He doesn't stop when your hand grabs his wrist, hips canting down into his thrusting fingers, he’s determined to feel you clench around his fingers, to cover his fingers in your come so he can lick it away. 

When he feels you flutter around his fingers, he smiles, pressing down onto your clit and thrusting his fingers in until his knuckles bump against your skin, curling his fingers, “Come on, darling,” he encourages, your whines turning into moans, head falling back as your hips ground against him. 

When you come, your hips stutter, and he moans softly with you, slowing his fingers while continuing to circle his thumb.

“There you go,” he sighs, stopping his thumb when your hips jerk away, breathing deeply until you finally set your shaking hips onto his thighs, his fingers immediately going to his mouth to lick away your taste. 

Your hand envelops his cock once more, and he whines around his fingers, sucking and licking away your taste while you rise up onto your knees, angling your hips over him, and slowly sliding down. Both of you moan in the satisfying bliss. He was thick inside of you, the stretch an addicting feeling you know you'll crave hours into the night. His fingers leave his mouth to grip your hips, denying himself the want to thrust up and take you hard and fast just like how he imagined. 

Hips rolling, you rise up once more, but you freeze, watching his eyes flicker from between your thighs, to your face. His eyebrows furrow, and when he tries to pull you back down, to bring your warmth back around him, you press a hand to his stomach.

“Please,” He whimpered. The blunt of his nails digging into your thighs. His hips threatened to buck up into you, cock throbbing with need, but you still didn’t move. 

“Please, what, Alex?” You’re taunting him. Smirking at the sight of his burning cheeks and swollen lips, spit and come made his bottom lip glisten in the light, his tongue licking it away as he clenched his eyes shut, head pushing back into the bed before looking at you again. 

“Just-“ he tries again, hands moving back to your hips, thrusting up to try and entice you to move, to bring him any form of relief. He was fidgeting, any type of relief be brings to himself, you take it away, cooing down at him with a tilt to your head. 

You begin to pull away, smirking at his desperate incoherent babble of pleas when the tip stops just short of leaving your cunt. His feet plant against the bed, and he tries to bring your warmth back, but you won’t allow it. 

“You can do it,” your hands move from his chest, thumb tapping against his chin and fingers card through his hair. 

He doesn’t waste a second after that, “please, fuck me- do something, just please, darling, I need you-“ 

You drop your hips back. Leaning down to swallow down his moans and whines while grinding against him. Your thighs already burn, an ache in your knees you haven't felt in a long time, but you don't stop. You aid the fire in your gut with the sweet relief of Alex and his beautiful sounds and wild hands against your skin. He kisses along your neck, your shoulders, any place his lips could reach. 

His hips buck up to meet yours, the sound of skin on skin filling his room. 

“So good to me,” he babbles, stuffing his face into your neck while his hands grip your waist, “wanna-” he says again, cut off by his own whine. 

Pulling away, you grab his face and look at his fucked out face, “what do you want, baby?” you moan, hips stuttering as your thighs burn. 

“Fuck,” his arms wrap around your waist tightly, stopping your hips and flipping the both of you over, dragging your thighs higher onto his waist while thrusting hard and deep. 

It's his turn to swallow down your moans and whines, your hands threading into his hair until he lifts to grab your wrists, pinning them gently above your head. 

Your back arches off the bed, head thrown back as that familiar coil begins to tighten in your gut, hips canting up to meet his. 

“Wanna make you come,” he whimpers, hair falling into his eyes as he watches you, not wanting to miss anything. 

Hips non-stop, pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, you drown in him; his scent, and his sheets, the way his cock hit that spot just right, in his breath against your skin, and the lingering kisses across your jaw. 

One of his hands drops from your wrists, licking his thumb briefly before circling your clit again, smirking at the way your moans rise in pitch, hips jerking into him. 

“Come on, darling,” he encourages again, cursing under his breath when you clench tight around him, his hips stuttering, “want you to come around me, being so- fuck- so good to me.”

Hips thrusting into you harder, thumb pressing just the slightest harder, you come. Alex thinks he forgot how to breathe, your cunt clenching around him so tightly his hips almost stop. 

“There you go,” he growls, grinding his hips against yours to help you ride out your high. His hands let go of your wrist, and you wrap them around his neck, gripping his hair tightly and pulling gently. His thumb leaves your clit, and he kisses down your neck, sucking onto the skin while you catch your breath. 

“Wan’ you to come, baby,” you coo, kissing the side of his face.

“Don’t wanna end this,” he retorts, his hips slowing, pushing from his orgasm to drown in your more. Your hands cup his cheeks, nose bumping into his as you give him the softest kiss he’s felt, your tongue gliding against his easily, moaning at the faint taste of you on his tongue. 

“Use me, Alex,” you whisper, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, urging him to speed up, to fuck you harder, “I’m yours, baby.”

It’s the nail in the coffin, “Oh, fuck yes.”

Pushing away from your neck, he kisses you tenderly as his hips begin a brutal pace, the bed creaking as he wraps an arm under your knee, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder to get deeper, to feel all of you clench tight around him. 

When Alex comes, he does hard, his hips grinding into you as he whines. Leaning down to bite onto your neck, grip on your leg tightening as he rides it out. His forehead is sweaty, and his cheeks are bright red. Your moaning so sweetly under him, he thinks he may as died and gone to heaven.

His hips slow to a stop, but he doesn't pull out, wanting to stay in your warmth for as long as he can. Lightly trailing kisses across your neck and jaw until he meets your waiting lips, sucking on your bottom lip until he can lick into your mouth. 

Your thighs burn, and when he slowly drops your leg from his shoulder you wrap it back around his waist. 

“Alex,” you whisper, pulling away. He only hums, going back to nuzzle his face in your neck, “We gotta clean up,” you lightly rub his shoulder. 

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” his voice slurs as he begins to lay his remaining weight onto you, arms sliding under your body to lock you into place. 

“Jesus- Alex, your sheets are gonna be ruined!” you chuckle, threading your fingers through his hair as his cock softens inside you, come beginning to drip down onto the sheets. 

“Let them be ruined, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Jesus Christ, fine. Ten minutes.”

Alex only hums, knowing neither of you would get up until Juliet or David get home. Even then, Alex wouldn’t let you get up, he didn’t want to leave the warmth of you, he wanted to stay until his sheets were soaked and ruined. You knew this in your mind, and you were okay with it.

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[harpyytales]

Office Love

Pairing; Alex law x Reader (Implied fem) Warnings; Suggestive content, Alex Law is his own warning, soft make out sesh in the office ;) Word Count; 1k

Summary; The office may be boring, but Alex Law always makes it better.

THIS IS NOT EDITED

You sat in your small cubicle. Desk littered with different files and stacks of papers, all different stories and articles you were assigned to. All of them were basic sideline stories: Local Grandma Lives To See 98; Dog Shelters Reaching Capacity; This Miracle Plant Will Save Your Gut!- boring. 

You began shuffling through a few stacks of files mindlessly, only a couple minutes until your short, mandated break. When you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck you raise your eyes, wondering what could give you this weird feeling that you’re being watched. As you scan the surrounding cubicles your eyes land on him staring directly at you, unwavering. It was slightly unsettling really, but he makes up for it with that small smile of his.

Alex Law is no stranger to you, hell you’re sure he isn’t a stranger to half the other women in this room. Lately though, instead of dancing from girl to girl, he has been solely paying attention to you. You don’t mind of course, but you can’t help but wonder what thoughts were going on in that beautiful head of his.

With a raise of his eyebrows and a tap of his watch you avert your eyes to a clock on the wall. Break time. You smile and get up, making your way to a small and mostly empty break room. No more than a minute later he comes walking in.

“A little funny how often our breaks matchup like this, you aren’t stalking me, are you?” You smile as you watch him take a quick look at the coffee bar.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He shoots back a grin and then looks as though he is contemplating something. “Actually it’s quite convenient, I need to discuss something with you about a story, but I need to get a few supplies from the closet. Would you mind walking with me?”

“Of course, lead the way.” You reply and begin following him out of the break room. You two feign small conversation on the way to the supply closet, a small space in a hallway practically no one walked through. 

Once you both walked in and the door was closed it was as if a switch flipped. No more than a second after you heard the click of the handle his lips were on yours, soft hands on your hips already pulling you close. You of course reciprocated, hands flying up to run through his gorgeous blonde locks. This always earned a soft sigh from him that never ceased to make your heart flutter. 

His lips moved against yours softly, sensually, as though he was taking his time. You’d be lying if this didn’t slightly catch you off guard. His usual methods more on the rough and quick side, not that you minded of course, you just never really expected to see this side of him. You felt the familiar warmth of his tongue against your lower lip, a question you were always eager to answer. Instead of plunging his tongue down your throat, he crept in. He let himself explore your mouth as though it was his first time tasting you.

He snaked one arm around your waist and brought the other up to cup your cheek, turning your face just slightly so he could pull you even closer, if that was even possible. You felt entirely out of your depth, usually these sessions were all about him, but this time the entire focus was you. A gentle thumb stroked your cheek as his other hand gently rubbed circles in your back. His sweet and smoky tongue danced with yours in delicate waltzes. It was completely out of character and honestly you were starting to feel slightly worried.

Once you both pulled away to breathe you looked at him curiously, eyeing his bottom lip that was wet with your saliva, “That was… quite different. Good, but different,”

You began to see a light blush creep onto his cheeks. Alex Law, blushing? You must be dreaming. “What can I say, I’m just full of surprises.” He replied with his signature, cocky grin.

“Is there a particular reason for this pleasant change in behavior, or should I be worried about our office shenanigans?” You asked with a small laugh, but he looked away from you. Before you could get the chance to ask him what was wrong-

“I want you to meet my roommates. Come have dinner with us, Juliet makes a brilliant Carbonara.” He stared into your eyes expectantly, awaiting an answer.

You stared back, eyes growing wide with surprise. “Come to your place? Meet your roommates? Are you sure? That feels like a big step for us, don’t you think? I don’t.. I don’t know if your roommates would even like me-” Your slightly panicked ramble was cut off when Alex rolled his eyes and kissed you again. Another soft kiss that had your words caught in your throat. He began moving his lips to your jaw and down your neck, softly nibbling and sucking in spots he knew all too well. With a sigh you were practically putty in his hands.

“Next Saturday,” He begins between kisses, “I’ll come pick you up at 6, dinner at 7.” He sounded very final in the matter. You were in no position to argue, you simply nodded and sighed as he continued to lick, nibble and suck along your throat. You were sure you were going to have to cover up with a scarf before you stepped back into the office.

He trailed his way back up and placed another, more passionate, kiss on your lips, hands holding either side of your face. When he pulled back he was practically beaming.

“Great, see you at 6.” He then tilted your head down and planted a very quick kiss to your forehead before abandoning you altogether and leaving the supply closet. But a moment later he was peeking back inside, “And for the record, they will love you.” and then he was gone again.

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[parvulous-writings]

Sick // Alex Law x Reader

Request: Hi I love your work! I was wondering if we could get some good old Alex Law x GN!Reader hurt/comfort with the reader comforting Alex? Injury, sickness, etc, just something for that poor boy. hi if your requests are still open, alex law x reader where he's sick and reader takes care of him? love your writing!

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Summary: the requests! 

 Warnings: Mild language 

Words: 2K

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Alex Law rarely got sick – that was one of the many points of himself that he bragged about, when he got the chance to. So rarely, in fact, that it was a small joke between yourself and Juliet that when he did eventually get sick – which, naturally he would, as was life – that it would be ‘the end of the world’. Of course, that joke came around to bite you in the ass eventually. The day started out fine – until you saw Alex standing there, his auburn hair a mess; unbrushed and erratic. His eyes seemed to have a hard time staying open, and you couldn’t recall a time he’d looked so under the weather – not even when he’s had some of his worst hangovers. Juliet looked up from her morning cup of tea, and sighed quietly; although she and David had to work today, there was little doubt that Alex would cause a fuss for you during that time. “Go back to bed, Alex.” She called to him as he slowly shuffled into the kitchen to try and get himself some food. He grumbled some half-words in reply to her, but besides that, ignored her presence, yours too. You and Juliet shared a look with one another, which loosely translated would have been something akin to “uh oh” or “oh shit”. Juliet’s expression shifted to an apologetic one; as much as she wanted to stay and help you handle the ill Law, she really could not keep asking for time off of work. “I’ll get you something,” She told you quietly as she passed, “My treat. I think you’ll have earnt it after today.” Her eyes darted briefly to Alex again, who was now slumped over a half-eaten bowl of cereal.

“Thanks, Jules…” You whisper. “Wish me luck… I feel like he’s going to kick up a fuss about everything.” You start to walk her towards the door, as Juliet gives a half-scoff, half-laugh. “As if he doesn’t normally.” “You know what I mean.” You reply, shaking your head slightly. “Mhm – I’ll see you later…” She gave a polite nod, before closing the door on her way out. You turned on your heel, and quickly moved back to the kitchen, where Alex was now putting his empty plate in the sink. “I think you should go back to bed, Alex,” You suggested to him, “I’ll make you a drink, and you can-“ “I don’t want to go back to bed.” Alex contested, “I don’t need to go back to bed.” You sighed at this; and so it begins. This was how the day was going to go - the man child of the apartment kicking up a fuss about every little inconvenience he can. “I think you do. You never know, if you’re nice to me, I’ll try to set up the telly in your room.” Were you treating him like some stroppy teenager? Maybe – but sometimes there was no other way to treat him. He could be just as difficult as a teenage boy; sometimes you and Juliet mused if he had ever actually grown up at all. You were both of the school of thought that no, he had not. David, on the other hand, would occasionally stick up for his so called friend – but only when he could first, be bothered to, or second, see a blaring misconception or mistake in your arguments. “Or,” The auburn haired man interrupted your thoughts, “I could just lay on the sofa and watch from there.” You had little time to protest to this rebuttal, as the auburn haired man got to his feet, and wandered through to the living room, leaving his now empty cereal bowl discarded on the table, for you to clean up. You sighed in annoyance, quickly moving the dirty bowl into the sink to wash up a little later, before trailing after Alex to make sure he didn't cause any trouble. Thankfully, however, it didn't seem like he was going to right at that moment. There he was, in his usual spot, legs up on the arm-rest of the sofa - despite how many times you or one of the others had told him not to sit like that - arms folded over his chest as he stared over at the screen of the apartments television. Very little was different from normal, every day life, the only noticeable difference was the fact that he was wearing his old dressing gown, rather than his usual day to day clothing of a sweater and jeans. "Get me some tissues, will you?" Alex grumbled, sniffling quietly to make his point. "You could have done that yourself before sitting on your arse again," You pointed out, but slowly started to make your way to the bathroom regardless. You had to keep the status quo somehow. With a slightly annoyed shake of your head, you grabbed a roll of toilet paper, before returning to the sick man on the sofa. You tossed the item at him with the intention of hitting the top of his head, but accidentally hit him smack in the middle of his face instead. With a cry of both surprise and protest, Alex sat upright, giving you a harsh glare. "What the fuck was that for?" He asked, irritably grabbing the toilet roll from where it had settled into his lap, rolling a few pieces around his hand, before tossing the rest aside for the time being. You gave a slight shrug in response to his question. "Sorry," "Damn right." He huffed, turning his face away from you as he wiped his nose. "What are you trying to do, kill me?" If he hadn't been in such as fowl mood, this joke would have been a lot clearer, however, it ended up sounding like a sour jab at you. "No, I'm trying to look after your sorry arse, because you're clearly feeling too sorry for yourself to do it alone." You responded, quite calmly. Alex froze mid nose-wipe, his eyes turning slightly to rest on you, narrowing slightly in irritation. You stood your ground though, all but used to the way the man could act when ill, or just in a bad mood. "I'm not a baby." He grumbled, shaking his head slowly at you, auburn hair swaying slightly with the movement.  "Could have had me fooled." You retorted, raising your brows as you folded your arms over your chest. "I've offered to help you, but you've shoved it back in my face... If you need me, I'll be doing housework." You informed him, before turning heel and heading into the kitchen to start the unavoidable task of housework. About an hour had passed before Alex finally started to move himself; rolling himself off of the admittedly not very comfortable sofa to go and find you. "Y/NNN..." He whined, coming to lean against the doorframe of the kitchen. "What, Alex?" You responded, quite curtly, not even turning to look at him, keeping the majority of your attention focused on your current task - cleaning out the sink. "Can you make me some soup?" He asked, and with a sigh you put down the sponge you had been using, turning your head to face him. "Why can't you get it yourself?" You reply, gesturing over to the cupboards. All Alex did in reply to this was pout, giving you the best puppy dog eyes that he could muster. You sigh, somewhat annoyed by his sudden and renewed bout of pestering, before setting to work heating the soup in the microwave. "You want me to feed it to you next?" You asked him, your irritation somewhat clear. When you looked over at him, though, he genuinely seemed to be taking a moment to really think on the offer. "Uh... No..." He replied after a few moments silence. "No, I think I've got it... Thanks." He stumbled off after you handed him the almost scalding soup. You tried to shrug off the encounter as just him being ill - but something in the back of your mind kept saying 'Maybe it's not. Maybe he wants to spend some time with you.' You paused; why would he even think of doing that, let alone want it? All too much did he treat you and the other flatmates as little more than something he had to smile and endure - unless he wanted something from any of you. Curiosity overcoming you, you returned to the living room, brows creased in a look that would have been familiar to your flatmates - the one of questioning, or interrogation. However, the man you had wished to quiz about his motives would not be responding; he had passed out, the bowl of soup left mostly empty beside him on the floor. He looked incredibly peaceful like that, away from the problems that often plagued the flat, and it's inhabitants, such as the 'friendly' disputes and tensions. You took the remainder of the soup away, not wanting him to accidentally fall on the bowl, should he try and roll over like he did from time to time in bed; quite a few times had you and your fellow residents woken up thanks to the unmistakable thump of Alex falling onto the wooden floors, followed briskly by a torrent of curses - directed at what exactly, you could never be sure. All you were sure of, was that Alex was going to be in a foul mood that morning. You were almost certain that if he were to do the same now, he'd be in an absolutely vile mood when he woke up - or maybe he'd keep sleeping if it the illness were bad enough. You decided to keep an eye on him; to check in on him every so often, when you got a spare moment from the housework you were getting on with. When he started to stir about an hour and a half later, you took a minute to break from your current task, getting him a glass of water from the kitchen and placing it on the table beside him, so he could reach it if and when he wanted to. He gave a half-hearted grumble when you started to walk away; he seemed to have picked up on the fact that you had been there, if only for a moment. "Where are you going...?" He asked, his voice little over a murmur. "To do some more housework... Are you feeling a little better?" You questioned, your voice soft, full of a little more compassion than it had been the last time the pair of you had spoken. "No..." He replied, shuffling where he lay in a futile effort to get comfortable; it would not work, nothing would be end up being as comfortable as he wanted it to be so long as he was ill. He moved again, looking at you once more, before flinging his arm over the back of the sofa. "Come over here..." He tried to beckon you over to join him, but ended up making more of a grabby hand in your direction. Though part of you wanted to just ignore him and get on with your day, you could hardly stop yourself from moving round the sofa to attempt to lay with him - with a great amount of difficulty, due to such a thin surface; you ended up a tangle of limbs, both somehow lying one on top of the other. "You better not tell Juliet about this..." You murmured to him, but Alex shrugged off your concern. "Just tell her I dragged you here and fell asleep... She'll probably believe you..." He yawned, trying to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, but ended up making more contact with your shoulder instead. It didn't take him very long to fall asleep after that, the warmth radiating from you soothing him into a somewhat peaceful slumber. You didn't try to make a fuss about it - somewhat glad that you were able to help him and finally get him to settle down. About fifteen minutes or so later, you felt your eyes get heavy too; maybe the need for a nap was infectious, or maybe it was the fact that your body was finally getting a chance to rest - you didn't really care all that much, you just gave in to sleep, snuggling up to the man next to you. 

#alex law #alex law x reader #alex law imagine #Ewan McGregor imagine #90s ewan mcgregor #shallow grave #shallow grave x reader #ewan mcgregor x reader

[mlmmetalhead]

Y'all requests are finally opened again because I need to get outta this depressive episode, but I may not do any if I don't feel like it, sorry.

Make sure to read the rules and check who I'm writing for b4 requesting.

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[tojisun]

our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

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you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad. 

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least. 

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action. 

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory. 

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death. 

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit. 

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command. 

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething. 

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad. 

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?” 

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane. 

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel. 

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism. 

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too. 

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does. 

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.  

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished. 

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around. 

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory. 

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office. 

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you. 

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you. 

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too. 

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound. 

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager. 

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too. 

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you. 

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple. 

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

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“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!” 

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.” 

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out. 

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel. 

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room. 

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air. 

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch. 

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-” 

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes. 

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

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#suns.f #our shallow graves #miles quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #quaritch x you #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch #recom avatar #suns #avatar the way of water #atwow #cliffhanger my beloathed (as reader) n beloved (as writer)

[thediaryofcrowmartin]

Dress-up

Pairing: Alex Law x GN!Reader

Warnings: I don't think there's any (besides shitty writing)

Summary: While helping Alex clean out his room, you find a mysterious black dress in his closet.

A/N: Shamelessly going to plug my AO3 here where you can find the entire collection of these oneshots: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49577407. Anyways I just wanted an excuse to use this gif ♥️

Taglist: @mcgreggy

"Alex, why the fuck do you have a dress in your closet?" You ask him as you pull out a little, sparkly black minidress. It was a nice dress from a good store—a really posh place uptown. You turn to look at Alex, who's been sitting on his bed sorting through the few books he has, deciding whether to keep them or not.

"Oh, that? That’s mine." He says, without even looking up, "Yours?" You asked, and your voice was tinged with disbelief. "Why the hell do you own such a slutty dress?" That makes Alex look up at you and say, "Slutty?" with a laugh, looking between you and the dress. "I don’t think it’s a slutty dress, love." He says, "I still don’t know why you have it." You countered; you still refused to believe that this dress belonged to Alex; he didn’t peg you as the type of guy to just buy a dress for shits and giggles.

Alex sighs and puts down the book he was holding. "I bought it with the money." He explains, "We were bored, so Juliet and I went on a shopping spree, and I bought that dress." You start laughing; it’s really hard for you to imagine Alex in such a tight little dress.

You look between him and the dress for a minute before tossing it to him and saying, "Go put it on." He looks at you with wide eyes, "Fucking bet." Alex says with a smirk, he stands up and goes to change.

He comes back a few minutes later wearing the dress as you had asked him to, with a smug smile on his face. "Well? What do you think?" He asks, doing a little twirl for you. You smile and laugh, "It’s perfect." You say. Alex keeps the smile on his face as he grabs a pair of heels you never noticed before and puts them on, giving you a wink. "Ready for the best part?" He asks, you tilt your head slightly. Alex starts walking around his room to model the dress for you, occasionally stopping to pose or blow you a kiss.

You laugh and smile the entire time, watching and cheering for him. Eventually Alex starts laughing as well and falls onto his bed with you. "I love you so much, you damn slut." You tell him as you kiss his forehead, "Love you too, asshole." Alex replies, punching you in the arm.

#alex law x reader #alex law #shallow grave 1994

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

Let Me Show You —

Alex Law (Shallow Grave)

alex law x reader

description: sure, it was years before you knew either of them, but learning that your friend used to sleep with your boyfriend isn’t easy.

warnings: language, smut, fluff, david being a bitch, i didn’t rly edit i just ran my shit through grammarly and called it a day

a/n: shallow grave is one of my top ten fav movies and ewan is my top one fav human + there’s a serious drought in the alex law fic department so here you go *hands you this bullshit* also this ended up being sorta long for me, idk how that happened

words: 5,301

These past couple of days, you all groaned when you heard the jingle of keys that meant David was about to walk through the door. He had been coming home from work extremely tense and none of you really knew why. It could’ve been something very serious and personal, or something absolutely ridiculous. Either way, you all had to deal with it. While he had been pissy towards Juliet too, it was mostly Alex who got the brunt of his mood. You hated it, glaring at David anytime he sent a derogatory remark in Alex’s direction. David didn’t feel comfortable enough to go after you, therefore it was an effective enough defense, but it never seemed to shut him the fuck up for more than 15 minutes. Alex told you just to leave it as he was afraid that eventually David would treat you the same way. He could handle him, but God forbid anyone go after his girlfriend.

You all had hoped that the dark cloud that was David was lightening up as tonight’s dinner had been void of any conflict so far. There had been simple conversations exchanged and little jokes here and there, then David decided he had had enough. Maybe it was the non-existent look between Juliet and Alex that David had imagined or maybe she had laughed a little too hard at one of his jokes. He had always been attracted to her (no offense to Juliet but it’s not like he had many other options) and harbored subconscious jealousy over her and Alex’s past fling.

“Oh David, have a bit of fun! Lighten up,” Juliet encouraged him as he began to frown. All he did was come to the decision that this was the perfect time to bring all that up. Lovely.

“You’re having fun with Alex I think. I remember you used to have a lot of fun with Alex actually,” it wasn’t David’s actual words that got under Alex’s skin, it was the fact that he had said them in front of you, and for that purpose only.

Alex stood up from the dinner table abruptly. His hands were flexing, knuckles flashing red and white as he tried to control himself.

“Now you fucking—”

“What?” you cut him off with a small word. Alex looked at you, concern and a swell of other emotions in his eyes; worry, anger, panic—love. Of course, you knew what David was implying, but somehow it wasn’t clicking. These were people you knew, and this was something those people would never do. It just didn’t fit.

“David,” Juliet scolded him harshly, but her expression softened completely once she had turned to you. She hesitated, opening her mouth and then closing it quickly, clueless as to how to approach the subject. She took a deep breath in before saying, “It was a long time ago y/n. I’d forgotten all about it, it didn’t mean anything,”

so it did happen

“You didn’t want to tell me this?” you turned to Alex. your tone wasn’t angry, sad, or disappointed even, and that scared him. You were always hard to read, but over the course of your relationship, he had worked to understand you, to be there for you. At this moment it suddenly seemed as though everything he had learned was useless. All your little expressions, the inflections in your voice, anything that usually told him how to proceed, were gone. You had shut him out and purposely taken those with you.

“Juliet’s right, I’d forgotten about it—“

“That’s alright,” You said. You felt as though you had shut yourself out if that was even possible. It was as though your brain just gave out. You didn’t know how to feel about suddenly being told one of your friends had slept with your boyfriend. Before you knew either of them of course, but it was still there. You weren’t even jealous. You just wanted to retreat within yourself, not trusting what you knew anymore.

“y/n I need you to understand—“ he sat down so that he was eyeline with you.

“I do,” you gave a small smile that never reached your slightly melancholy eyes. It had begun to hit you, and he saw it. Alex knew that all he could try was to take his time when speaking to you.

“y/n please—“

“I do,” you said firmly. He hated this, and he hated David for it. The hand that he had laying on the table was now clenched just as his jaw was. If his priority wasn’t you right now he would be punching David into the floor.

You ate a couple more bites of your food, each spoonful carrying barely anything up to your mouth, and then announced that you were tired. The drag of your chair across the floor was uncomfortably loud amidst the painful silence. As you turned, Alex placed a gentle hand on your arm, trying to make you stay. He kept it there until he could no longer reach it as you continued to walk further away from the dinner table.

Alex couldn’t contain himself as soon as he heard the click of his door being shut by you, raising his voice as he said, “David you fucking prick. Saying shit like that in front of y/n. Making it sound like…like… Do what you like, but you shouldn’t have made her feel like that,” While he was fuming, Juliet just sat there, head in her hands, the only sound coming from her was a low groan. Alex was mildly disappointed that she was just letting David get away with crossing a line, but then again Juliet only ever did anything for herself, and going against David wasn’t in her best interest.

“It’s not my fault you never told her” David shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an all too satisfied look in his eye. “You know, keeping secrets doesn’t make for a healthy rel—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Alex said aggressively before stalking off to his room. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before opening the door, not wanting to scare you by coming in so heated. He closed the door behind him quietly when he saw you on his bed, or rather just your face. You had buried yourself under the covers of his bed, only your head poking out. In any other circumstance, he would’ve thought it was adorable.

You were staring at the ceiling, eyes focused on nothing. You had been overthinking for the past couple of minutes, wondering if Alex had lied to you about other things if he lied to you because he had loved Juliet, or if he secretly enjoyed sex with her more. Every happy moment with Alex played over and over in your head as you tried to figure out whether or not they were tainted secrets the whole time. The more time you spent thinking about it, the more insecure you became about your relationship. If left to yourself, you would’ve formed a whole map in your head with red threads pinned all over it, connecting things that you would’ve thought ridiculous yesterday. That was just how you worked, but Alex wasn’t going to let your anxieties get the best of you.

The mattress let out a soft squeak as he crawled onto the bed with you, laying on his side with his head propped up so that he could look at you. He looked at you while you chose to continue staring up at the empty air above you.

You didn’t know if you were ready to hear a speech, but you were always going to have to eventually.

“It was so long ago. It was empty. I was empty. When I met you, you changed that…” he started. Your silence gripped his heart and began to choke it, but he couldn’t do anything besides continue. He needed you to hear him, if only for you to hate him, but he could manage a whole lot better if he was sure you knew that he would never purposely hurt you. “I’d never fallen in love with anyone before you, and I’ll love only you… You’re stuck with me you see. I’m your little leech,” he said with a little nudge to your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile at another one of his stupid comments. You always did, even when you were angry, although it was against your will most of the time. It made you lose your point, which had the unfortunate effect of making you even angrier. This time though, it helped to loosen some of the tension in your muscles that you didn’t realize you were holding. His brows loosened when he saw your expression, hoping that it meant you were loosening up. All too soon, your smile left.

“I know Alex. I know you love me,” you said it as a fact, something you could just repeat, but not necessarily feel. In your mind, you knew he did, but what happened at dinner had made your heart doubt against your will.

“Except you don’t,” he whispered, “Because I don’t show you enough. What was in the past was physical, but with you, oh darling I’d give you my soul. If you asked me to give up anything, honestly Juliet even, I doubt she’s a human anyway. She’s one of those classic empty shell types,” You let out an actual laugh this time. It was small, but the sound filled his chest. “I’d give it all up because all I need is you. you’re my world. Nothing in the past present or future could change that”

“Alex, I wouldn’t ask that of you. It’s not about her it’s about you not telling me,” you meant it. He could’ve slept with David for all you cared, all you wanted was a reason, and even then, you didn’t know if you’d believe it. “You can’t hide things like that,”

“If David hadn’t done what he did, I would have told you openly if it ever came up,” he jerked his head in the direction of the door, referencing the event that had just happened outside. He curled his lip a little at the thought of the man.

“I don’t know if I can trust that, if I can trust when you say that I mean something to you,” you were extremely wary at the moment. You knew he could be very convincing, using all the right language to charm, he was a writer after all. At the end of the day, all it was was bullshit, and you weren’t gonna take it.

“You mean more to me than I can express, and I’d give anything to have those words,” It was as though he heard your thoughts this time, not even daring to sweet talk you. He then dropped his voice to a gentle whisper. “But I want to try and show you.”

“How?” you couldn’t deny, you were genuinely intrigued.

“Of course, you can say no, you always can. You have rights and all that sort of thing,” It was the start of a ramble. He was nervous, and it was almost…sweet. Whatever he was about to say, he meant it, because he was about to be vulnerable and offer himself up to rejection, which was something he could not handle otherwise. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Let me show you that it’s more than sex, it’s a connection. Let me make love to you. Please,” he turned his face to where his nose grazed along your cheek, and you could feel his lips just barely make contact with your jaw. It was different, you could tell he was waiting for permission, a change from the usual Alex who could never wait to be all over you. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t immediately tempted by the idea. Your sex drive often rivaled Alex’s, which was saying something. You hesitated, thinking of his offer. You realized that you couldn’t figure out for the life of you what his idea of making love even was. He was always so rough and, well, slightly perverted. Was it going to be a quick fuck that confirmed your fears? But what if you didn’t regret it? In the end, you trusted yourself, your instincts, and faced him to where your nose almost touched his and nodded silently.

He sucked in another small breath, scared you would change your mind, then slid off the bed to stand up. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to sit up, making it easy for him to lift the edge of your, well, his graphic tee actually, and slowly remove it. Cold fingertips brushed against your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. your hair was already fluffed up a bit by pulling the shirt over your head, and he was looking forward to seeing it even wilder after he was done declaring his love for you. He took turns, placing a kiss on each breast, his hands behind you as he unhooked your bra. It was something he had done before, but it still took him a little bit to figure out the “awful contraption”, as he called it. Still, he left no time to waste by sucking hard on your breasts. Purple marks will surely have bloomed in the place of each kiss by the time you woke up tomorrow, marks that said “his”. Looking down, you giggled when you saw his mildly frustrated expression while he continued toggling with the clip. When it finally released, he had a sort of kiddish excitement. The straps had begun to slip off your shoulders when he suddenly pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the room. He smirked up at you.

well it’s not like she’ll be needing that

He proceeded to kneel and slid his hands up your thighs, feeling the smooth skin underneath your skirt. When he removed them they were slightly warmer from the heat of your skin, which you appreciated when he touched your stomach again as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your skirt and tugged. You lifted your hips in order for him to pull it off completely. The way you arched off the bed brought his face closer to exactly where he wanted to be. He swallowed hard when he saw what you were wearing, or barely wearing. When you lifted your legs so he could take off your underwear, you hooked one of your knees over his shoulder, bringing him even closer. The coolness of the air met your now fully exposed cunt, causing you to bite your lip.

He looked down at the lace in his hands. It was part of one of your prettier sets of lingerie, and you often wore something nice underneath your clothes in the very likely case that Alex would be ripping it off you later.

“Yeah I’m keeping these,” he smirked. Evidently, he really liked these new ones, placing the dainty cloth in the back pocket of his jeans with a wink.

“That’s new!” you have a little tug on his hair.

“Oi! I’m trying to make love to you,” he gave a light slap to your wrist as he smiled, but you could see his eyes darken as they always did when you pulled his hair. He laid his cheek against your thigh, placing a kiss on it with the corner of his lips. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him continue to lavish you with more affection. More open-mouthed kisses were bestowed on your thighs and down your calf, leaving wet marks from his tongue. Once your socks were pulled off and discarded as well, you were completely naked for him. To punctuate the moment, he placed one last kiss on your ankle.

Large hands caressed up the silhouette of your body again until he was fully stood up. You would miss the image of him on his knees for you, but you were looking forward more so to what he was going to do next.

The act of him cradling your head and lacing his fingers through your hair made you close your eyes, finding pleasure in the simple touches. The way he was holding you with such care made you melt. He leaned in and got close enough to where only the very tops of your lips touched, just breathing you in. You could barely even feel him until he pressed them against yours firmly, but not harshly. The kiss felt…whole.

His lips remained on your mouth as he ran his hands over your upper arms, eventually making their way up to your own hands, which had been pressed flat against his chest. He laced his fingers with yours and held them up to the sides of your head, using them to push you gently back onto the plush sheets of the bed. He didn’t let go of your hands even when he lifted himself over you, nudging open your legs with his knee in the same movement.

You couldn’t deny his profession of love was very revealing. Alex was being so soft, so careful with you. He was worshipping you; giving attention to each and every single part of your body. You knew this part of him existed, but that facet had never been on full display. It was getting you wetter by the minute.

A sense of great injustice overtook you when you saw that Alex was still covered in his clothes while you lay fully exposed for him. How could you admire the arms that would prop him up as he thrust into you if there was a jumper in between you two? In an attempt to remedy this, you slipped your hands under the hem with a whine and he pulled back to remove it quickly. It seemed as though he felt the same urgency to be skin to skin with one another as he hastily unbuttoned his pants and yanked them off. There was a thud of denim hitting the wooden floor and you could feel a flutter between your legs in anticipation. He slowed back down from his hurried stripping so he could reposition himself above you once more.

You enjoyed the smoothness of his back, running your fingertips along his spine, giving him chills. He took a moment to stare at you, tucking your hair behind your ear before kissing it, trailing down your neck, his fingers playing with your nipples at the same time. Leaning your head back, you savored the sensation, which only multiplied when he moved to flick them with his tongue. Heavy sighs earned from you became a frequent noise as he continued his ministrations. His chin glided down your stomach as he crawled backward. The feeling of his barely visible stubble was rough enough to raise your skin, giving you a slight burning but pleasant feeling. Strong hands gripped the inside of your parted thighs, massaging them as he looked up, now settled between them. Small love bites were given to each thigh, making you hiss. His tongue slid out between his lips, the tip finally making contact with your aching clit. There was no way you could avoid biting down on your lower lip as a small moan slipped past them. You found that you were unable to look away. When he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth before kissing your clit once more, you felt the fleeting beginnings of an orgasm with each movement. It was only spurred on as he began to suck lightly on the most sensitive part of you as he slid his fingers in between your folds, feeling out how wet you were before one of his fingers slipped inside of you. You moaned and he hummed in response, overjoyed to know that you were already dripping for him. He was glad to know what he was doing was working.

He licked up and down your pussy as he curled a finger, enjoying the wet sound that came from pulling it in and out of you. Already lost in the pleasure of his touch, you couldn’t exactly say when he added another finger, but that’s what did it for you. A few more pumps of his fingers, twice the size of yours in length and thickness, and you were cumming with a shout of his name, legs spamming beside his head, bucking up and into his still open mouth.

When he lifted his head you could see his tongue dart out to lick the slick of you that was left all over the lower half of his face, including his nose. Something about him covered in you while he tried to catch his breath made your face grow hot. You clapped your hand over your mouth suddenly.

“Do you think they heard us?” all he did was grin widely at you while he crawled up on top of you to place a deep kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips as you tasted yourself mixed with his own flavor.

“You’re cute— but sticky,” you giggled, realizing just how wet you must’ve been for him to be as completely drenched in you as he was.

“Mind you, that is your fault,” he wiped his face with the back of his hand, “and about the others hearing…well, I have no problem with them knowing how lucky I am to get you to make them. Do you?” he said as he caressed your features. You closed your eyes, still smiling, as you shook your head enthusiastically. “Just as I thought. Oh and,” he pressed a soft kiss on ur nose that had you blushing, “I love you,”

“I want all of you to show me,” you gave him a sweet yet seductive look. One thing he didn’t need to show you was how ready he was, as you felt it against your thigh. He felt so painfully hard, but you were just as excited for the pain that came from taking all of him in you. You’d never get used to how he stretched you, and you knew this to be a fact because if you weren’t already, there’s no way you ever would.

“Oh, my girl will have anything she wants,” a devilish smile was sent your way. Your face grew hot and you looked away as though you were shy, but the truth was: you couldn’t handle the intensity.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he reached down in between you to position himself. Wanting to help, you wrapped your hand around him as well. He only laughed at how impatient you were being.

“I’ll give you want you want, but I’d like to take my time with you,”

He pressed against your entrance slowly, kissing you passionately as he placed the tip inside. It was a tease when he pulled out what he had barely put in, but you forgave him when he began to push into you once more. his fingers could never prepare you for the sheer size of him, and it was pretty. oh, how he filled you, adjusting you to accommodate him agonizingly slow. it caused your eyes to screw up at the sting, earning heavy pleased sighs. Going deeper with each thrust, he pulled you close to him until the bones of your hips met and your bodies formed one.

You could tell he was using all his self-control, tempted to slam into you full force, but he wanted this to be about you. Not that you would’ve minded, but you could always have it that way in the second round if you really wanted to.

Only once he had finally buried every single inch of him inside of you did you fully release your breath. He filled you up to where you could feel the fullness all the way up in your stomach and began to pick up the pace. His forearm rested above your head, propping him up while one of his hands reached to hold your face in his palm, thumb running over your lips. You wrapped your hand around the arm above you, gently squeezing on his bicep. You had a thing for Alex’s arms. It wasn’t like he was built or anything like that, but the muscle he did have made him nothing short of an adonis to you. There was a similar beauty he saw in you, one that had a similar effect on him to where even that slight touch caused his eyelids to go heavy and light moans to escape him.

You opened your lips to extend your tongue so that the tip of yours met his before he was eagerly curling it inside of your mouth, moans mingling with each others’ as you continued to kiss. When he pulled his tongue out, it was only out of necessity so both of you could let the oxygen refill your lungs. He wasted no time though and began to suck on your bottom lip as he pulled your leg over his shoulder. You moaned loudly at the new angle, and the way your eyes began to flutter only encouraged him to speed up a little, breathing heavily with each thrust. An even pace had been established by now, allowing you to feel every ridge of his dick with each solid stroke.

“Alex please!” you repeated until the words only came out as a stutter. You pulsed around him with every drag of his cock and he dropped his head into your shoulder with a deep groan. His lips met the shell of your ear, his breath tickling you.

“Oh love—I can’t—oh fuck—you’re heaven—” Alex was whispering sweet and staggered praises into your ear as you began to feel the peak of pleasure creeping up. The only thing you could do was clutch his hair and burrow your head into his neck like you were holding on to him for dear life.

“I love you,” you spoke in a small gasp.

“I love you. I’m yours,” he breathed out. Already twitching inside you, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he still made sure to lift his head to see you before you came. You tried hard not to shut your eyes, desperately wanting to gaze into his blue ones, almost black as his pupils expanded.

“God y/n I—“ he said before you pulled his face down to kiss him with all the passion you could muster. At that very same moment, your nerves lit up and white hot euphoria washed over you. Alex whimpered against your lips and you felt his muscles tense as he was no doubt experiencing the same feeling, filling you up to his hilt as his cum flooded the deepest part of you. Both of your highs lasted longer than usual, but that also came with the consequence of being more exhausted than usual as well.

His body went limp but he rolled to the side before he could collapse on you, pulling your waist at the same time to bring you with him. The auburn in his hair was shining with sweat as you ran your hand through it. His cheekbones, his lashes, and all the other high points of his face were lit up by the moonlight streaming through the window.

my beautiful boy

He kissed your lips softly. When you and Alex opened your eyes, both of you paused for a moment before falling into giggles. Sex and life in general couldn’t stay serious for long with Alex. Now that you think about it, he probably just broke a record tonight for how long he’s gone without making a sarcastic comment, and yet, you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He had shown that he looked at and loved you in a way that he never could with anyone else, and now you were excited to be able to go off laughing and pissing off other people together, now that your fears were soothed considerably. Sure, there would always be more obstacles to come, but not right now. You had become part of each other, and you could trust in that.

He laid on his back and you migrated to laying your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it began to return to a normal pace, chest still rising and falling quite heavily. Both of you were sticky with sweat, but neither of you cared. It was a mix of the two of you and there was an intimacy about it. Of all the senses, smell triggers memories more than any other, and you both hoped that soaking in the scent of your bodies would help imprint this moment in your brain. It would be hard to forget no matter what.

“I love you,” you whispered once more against his neck.

“Do you believe that I love you? Truly?” he was genuinely asking, able to pick out the tiny sliver of nervousness in his voice.

“Yes, I do.” you answered. “Alex Law is madly in love with me!” you laughed while cupping your mouth, pretending to shout.

more than you know, y/n

Gently moving you off of him, Alex scooted off the bed. You sat up with a confused and still dazed look in your eye. He was searching the room for something on the floor and walked back over the jumper he had stripped off earlier. Pulling the covers off of you, he parted your legs and cleaned you off carefully. You gazed at him with admiration. Neither of you usually minded skipping that step, but he wanted to take care of you. When he was done he casually tossed the cloth in the corner of the room.

“Wait Alex, that's your jumper!”

“Eh fuck that. It’ll be fine,” he told you as he crawled back on the bed and pulled the covers over the two of you.

“Are you really gonna wear that now?“

“It'll be fine. All I want right now is to cuddle my girl, and you’ve been such a good girl.”

He knew the effect those words had on you and you were more than happy to oblige, shimmying even closer to him. He was quick to curl his arms around you, settling to hold your waist while snuggled into the rather comfy spot on his chest you had found a while ago, tucked just under his chin. The palm you placed flat over his heart felt the release of an exhausted sigh mixed with the steady rhythm of his heart. It was one of your favorite things about cuddling with Alex; the feeling just comforted you. Another one of your favorite things was how much of a goddamn furnace he was. The weather was often cold, and so were you, but clutching onto Alex offered so much warmth. Your legs were tangled together as neither of you could tolerate any space between you two at this moment. You were the first to fall asleep. Not only were you absolutely spent from your body reacting to his touch, but the safety you felt with him allowed you to relax and slip into a peaceful slumber.

Unbeknownst to you, he could feel your own heart beating against the side of his chest where you were laying. He placed his hand over where yours was on his own and felt that they were in sync. When kissed the crown of your head and closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile. Before finally drifting off, he was thinking about how this wasn’t truly over, how it was a temporary fix, but he was ready—no, eager to work so that you never had to doubt his trust or his love again.

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Can I have Alex Law with my self made prompt called scar kissing?

I am so sorry this took so long…but I struggled a bit to be honest…with being sick..stress at work..and also having moved quite a bit away from the fandom. But the spark…for Alex came back and I hope you like it.

Kisses for a Warrior

Summary: You have a date with Alex tonight and ghosts from your past come to haunt you.

Warning/Notes: Self-esteem issues, self-doubt, references to scarring (no scar is done or elaborated on), this is not a glorification of it…this is living with and after it (I only based this on those I sadly know who have gone through this…so if I get anything wrong I am sorry.) The reader is pretty nuetral but there is a reference to them wearing a bra. The body type is just so illustrate how they feel better about themselves.

Feedback, ❤️s & reblogs are welcome!

A pile of clothes, laid at your feet. To be honest, you were ankle deep in a pile of discarded clothes. Somehow, you had caught the eye one the handsome, lovable asshole Alex Law.

You don’t know why you suddenly had grown self conscious, but you were. Nothing you owned fit right. Blowing your bangs from your eyes, your hands on your hips you were at a loss of what to what wear.

He was gonna play a few rounds of racquetball ball with David and Juliet, show and then come get you. The clock on your nightstand was mocking you. You had been in this turmoil for the last hour. You wanted to look good for him. All the girls in the office wanted him, you his eye only twinkled for you.

But right now, you were certain he’d see you in this state cut his losses and end it. Tears stung your eyes, your past had come in like a ghost and lingered. No matter what you did. None of your clothes fit right. They were either too long or not long enough.

Standing there, in some shorts and a tank everything was on full display. Little silver lines etched themselves here and there along your body. At the time, you they had released the tension the nail biting anxiety that had taken a strangle hold on you. Now, you couldn’t believe you did that to yourself. No amount of make up dusting spots here and there would cover them up and apparently, all your clothes make those lines as vivid as stripes on a tiger.

You had not had that talk with him. You knew where you could start but would he even stay for the end, you wondered.

You covered your face with your hands and your face contorted into a silent sob.

******

“Hey doll? You home?” Alex racked his fingers through his still damp auburn strands. He had pulled on his green sweatshirt, that you loved so much and hopped in his car and raced over.

He had barely been able to focus on the racquetball games. To be honest, for once he truly didn’t care if he won against Juliet or David. He just wanted to go and see you. But he couldn’t break with their tradition of playing a few around on Tuesday night. Monday the start of the work week always led to the bar. Tuesday was well a few rounds, Wednesday was beers and darts and so on for the rest of the week.

You were the new girl at the paper, well new as of six months ago. But you had walked in, with a pencil behind one ear, a notepad in one hand and eyes that when they met his made his heart beat just that much harder.

“Doll?” He knocked, and turning the knob finding it open he hesitantly opened the door. Icy nervousness, formed and churned in his stomach. A girl shouldn’t have her door unlocked like this; anyone could walk in.

Walking in further silence still greeted him instead of your sweet smile and twinkling eyes. Turning, he quickly locked the door. He may be there now but he wasn’t sure how he’d hold up against an intruder.

“Baby?” He shouted. The ice of his nerves grew heavier in his stomach.

That’s when he heard, a soft sad sound. His reporter ears perked up. He crept over and found it to be coming from your room. The door was open a crack. Another soft sound, slid from the opening. His stomach lurched.

Peaking, he wanted to make sure you were ok and that not something awful happened because your door had been unlocked.

His eyes grew at what he saw. Without even realizing it, since you were so lovely he had pushed the door open further so he could see all of you.

You stood there in the cutest bra and a pair of shorts that well, made him just want to run up to you and squeeze your bottom.

“Alex?” Your voice was scratchy and filled with anguish.

It broke right through the feeling of excitement of seeing you.

You were grabbing and pulled and tugging and hiding from him. It confused him. Not sure why, but he took a shaky step forward to see, to ask why you were acting like that.

“No Alex, stop.” You held a hand up. You wavered where you stood and then he watched as you faltered more and then with an oof and a thud you fell down.

He immediately ran over and knelt by your side. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

You tried to shrink away from him but the mass of your clothes wouldn’t let you. Confusion rooted him to the floor, he never had a girl act like this.

“What’s the matter?” He placed a gentle hand on your bare arm.

You flinched. But then just as fast as you did that. You launched yourself at him and he struggled but managed to not fall and was actually able to hold you.

“I got you, I’m not going to let go.” He murmured into your soft hair.

A softer cry came from you then as you then nestled closer, and closer still your grip on him tightening.

He just held you and let you be. Tears moistened his sweatshirt. You ragged breaths warmed him but he did what he promised and didn’t let go.

He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t prod at you. You’d tell him. He knew in time, he you’d explain but he right now he was just going to hold you. At least, he hoped you would.

Sometime later, you finally looked up at him, a few tears still clung to your lashes. “You don’t think I’m hideous?”

He grimaced. “What? How could I?” The question, and the lack of any sympathy for yourself shook him.

“I…I…” Your voice trailed off, pulling back you gestured to little silver lines that appeared over here and there.

He shook his head. “You are gorgeous. I could never.”

“But…but.” Your bottom lip quivered.

Then it dawned on him as he remembered an article, he had covered a few months back. Realization washed over him. He knew now what, he was looking at.

Silently, not uttering another word he gently took your hand and pressed soft kisses there where he saw the lines. Slowly, he moved up your arm and did the same there. He traveled over to the soft curve of your stomach. Seeing how many were there made ripples of sadness form in him. But he knew from their appearance you had long since stopped and they were all healed. That even though feelings may remained, you had healed and became the person he met and fell hard for.

He felt your hand on the back of his head. He glanced up from some of the auburn strands that strayed and fell into his eyes. “Yes, doll?”

“You’re uh,” He watched you chew on your bottom lip. “You’re kissing my…my…”

“Streaks of triumph over your inner demons? I am. You are my warrior and as such, you deserve some kisses.”

He saw something flicker in your eyes, but no tears came. Though you hugged him then and he hugged you.

He wasn’t sure how long you two remained their or how much longer he pressed kissed here and there on you; but he did remember how you looked later that night. The two of you were crossing the street to get over to the new bar that opened. You had thrown your head back laughing at something stupid he said; but seeing that smile, how your eyes twinkled in the street lights or how much of a knock out you looked in that spaghetti strapped dress. He, Alex Law was the luckiest man in Scotland.

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Sweet release

Alex law x fem reader (smut)

Warnings: mentions of death and blood (most of it's in a nightmare) oral sex (f! Receiving) dick riding (unprotected) porn with some plot, it derails. 18+ minors DNI

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: you have a nightmare and go to Alex for comfort

A/n: this is my first time actually writing Alex so here we go.

there's only one person to tag soooo @lovelybucky1

You woke with a start as you tried to calm down from the nightmare you had. Alex and Juliet’s limp bodies lay in the middle of the floor, their blood inching closer to your feet. You saw the figure reach closer and closer to you, the drilling sound getting louder as you let out a scream. That’s where it ended and where you were left to calm down. You looked up towards the loft, hearing some slight creaks. You pull your knees to your chest as the footsteps start to sound above you. You curled up and looked towards the door. Alex was nearby…he could protect you.

Alex woke with a jolt hearing his door slowly open. He could barely meet your gaze as you slowly opened his door. The bags under your eyes had gotten more extensive as you fidget with your hands.

“I can't sleep,” you say softly to him. You look up at the ceiling for a moment. Alex bites his lip before Sighing.

“What do you want me to do about it?” He groans before rolling back over. You pout before nodding, nearly leaving before he speaks again, “alright, fine! But don’t get used to this,” he moves over to make room for You. You nervously climb your back against his chest. You both didn't say anything at that moment; instead just listened to see if David could hear you both. You heard one creaking sound making you bring yourself closer to Alex.

“Alex-”

“I know, just....keep quiet,” Alex whispered, staring at the small drilled hole in the ceiling. You only stared at the wall in front of you. Your whole body shivered as you imagined what David was up to now. You heard another creak followed by silence. Alex let out a sigh as you began to sniffle.

“If you're going to do that, then-”

“This is your fault; you know that, right, Alex?” you whispered so softly he had trouble hearing you.

“My fault?!” Alex nearly yelled, “I'm not the one being paranoid and almost drilling holes into someone's forehead!”

“You told him to keep the money! You covered up a murder!” you hissed as he pushed away.

“And you still went along with it.” He asserts, making you shrink slightly.

“What else was I supposed to do...I loved all of you.” You sobbed as Alex felt a pang in his heart. It was rare he felt that way, but he wasn’t about to back down, and yet-

“Get some sleep..”

“But-“

“We’ll talk about it in the morning” Alex brings the covers up past your shoulders. You want to rebuttal, yet you figure that’s not the best idea, so you snuggle deeper into the sheets.

“Night, Alex”

“Good night”

***

You woke when you felt the sun hit your eyes, and you grumbled for a moment. Forgetting where you were, you tried to move closer to the middle of the bed, but you stopped when you felt something hard press against you. Your cheeks flushed as Alex let out a groan.

“Could you be more careful, please?” Alex hissed out as you tried to get away from him.

“Sorry…” you said softly. He rolled over, and so did you. The room was so quiet as you both tried to go back to sleep, “Alex?”

“Go back to sleep,” Alex grumbled as you tried to touch him.

“But-”

“For god's sake, go back to sle mmmph~” you cut him off and kissed. He looked startled by the sudden contact, yet you felt his hands slowly rest on your body. You had no control of your body as You quickly straddled him, making him gasp and nearly yell at you before you hushed him.

“If he’s going to kill us, I want to make love to you first,” You whispered as he looked at you confused before sitting up and smirking.

“Only you would want sex before the possibility of dying,” he teased harshly, kissing your lips again. Your hand fumbled to get your sleep shirt off. Nevertheless, Alex growled and helped you and removed your bra, and your bare chest was shown to him. Alex wasted no time and kissed the skin of your breasts. Soft moans left your lips as your hips instinctively started to move. His cheeks flashed as he finally took one of your nipples into his mouth.

“A-Alex~” you moaned and threw your head back, Alex’s erection under you only growing bigger and bigger.

“Fuck! You never told me you had nice tits” Alex groaned against your skin before finally looking up at you. He was sure David could probably hear the two of you, but he didn't care. All Alex cared about, was you.

“I didn't ever plan to show them this soon” Your breath hitched as you ground against him, his hands falling to your hips as he tried to pick up the pace. Alex’s breath hitched as he looked you in the eyes. Any composure Alex once had disappeared as he let down his walls.

“Please” He sounded wrecked already despite only dry humping him. You looked at him, confused.

“Please, what?” you slowed down for a moment before he let out a moan.

“Please sit on my face” He didn't process what he said until you looked at him in shock, “I mean!” you lifted your hips for a second and looked at him.

“Is that what you want?” you pressed a hand to his cheek, making him sigh. You now rested on his chest, looking down at him.

“Yes,” Alex’s voice was raspy as he looked up with pleading eyes. His body trembled as you giggled, a sudden confidence hitting you. You moved your body, so you were above his face. Your core is still clothed as you move your thighs to his shoulders. He presses soft kisses along your thighs, his breath seeming desperate as you lower yourself onto his face. His hands went to your hips to drop you even more eagerly. Your legs shook with anticipation before slightly jumping when you felt him kiss your clothed cunt, “you smell so good.”

Alex’s voice was muffled as he started to carefully suck on your clit. You moaned loudly as you ground on his face. None of you seemed to care that Juliette or David could hear. He let out several moans before getting quite tired of licking fabric and pushing your panties to the side. You let out a squeak feeling his actual tongue on you before melting, feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. Alex’s nails more hungrily dug into your thighs, coming out for air with heavy breaths and then diving back in. You let out several moans and dug into the curtains. He sucked harshly on your clit, making you scream. His slight stumble tickled your pussy nicely as he pushed you down even more. The knot inside you snapped, and you let out a mona before squeezing your thighs around his head. Alex made sure to savor every last drop of your juices, the sound of slurping enveloping the room. Your body leaned against his window as you let him lick all of you. Once he had his taste, you quickly looked at his neglected member. You looked at him.

“Can I?” you asked, pulling the waistband of his boxers. He only nodded frantically.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly. You slid back down from his face to his hips. Pulling slowly on Alex’s boxers and pulling them off as he lifted his hips. The time finally caught up with realizing what was about to happen. Alex sighed as his cock was finally freed and it was leaking with more cum. You took a deep breath before getting to work. You gently stroked his cock, lining it up to your entrance before slowly going down on him. You whined as you tried to adjust with him inside you. Alex whimpered, feeling your walls clench around him. You slowly began to move. He groaned loudly and bucked his hips, making you moan and throw your head back harshly. Never would you have imagined this happening, but given the situation, you both needed it. You began to move slowly, testing the waters to ensure he was comfortable. His fingers dug into your hips as he tried his best to look at you. You weren't going to last long, and Alex knew that as he clumsily brought his hand towards your clit and drew circles, making you nearly squeal.

“Please cum…please fucking cum!” He babbled incoherently, as you could tell he was reaching his peak. You finally succumbed again and came hard, squeezing his cock so hard that Alex came soon after. You both breathed heavily, your head resting on his chest. Alex’s fingers gently ran through your hair, coming down from his high but welcoming your presence.

“I love you,” you murmured against his chest.

“I think that's a bad idea,” he joked before tipping your chin upwards at him, “but I would be happy to try it.”

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[daincrediblegg]

I want Alex to do many things to me but I also want to make him whimper and beg

and my friend, he would BEG you to make him do things to you. He's a good obedient boy in the sack and no one can change my mind

#and you see this is why I love him #he's so complex like he acts like a dick like the things people say to him don't affect him at all like he acts like he's hot shit #but push comes to shove deep down I KNOW he would buckle under a woman who sees through all that #behind closed doors he's completely at YOUR service not the other way around #sadist in the streets masochist in the sheets you know? #god I love him for that #alex law #shallow grave #ewan mcgregor #oh no I may try to plug out an alphabet for him despite my better judgement #x reader

[hwalovs]

Popcorn and Pretzels

Pairing; Alex Law, reader Warnings; Alex in and of himself. cursing, suggestive themes, a massive amount of fluff.  Word Count; 1.1k

Summary; Alex Law and horror movies don’t mix, good thing he has you to hide behind. 

OR

Rainy days and Alex Law, watching a horror movie and refusing that he was the one that was scared. 

THIS IS NOT EDITED

If there was one thing you loved about the spring weather, it was the rain. It gave you the excuse of staying inside and finding a nice book to read, or to snuggle up with the love of your life and catch up on what was going on at work, funny stories, and to share the much needed kisses he says he has to give you. 

You don’t know what compelled Alex to suggest a horror movie marathon. You knew Juliet had a small collection in her room, sometimes bringing them out when our whole group would get together for a movie night on a random Friday of the month. You and Alex would always end up leaving the living room early, not even half-way through the movie, to go and snuggle up in his room under the moonlight. 

He suggested it while laying on his side, propping his head up on his hand while tracing random shapes onto your thighs, the bottom of his shirt riding up to show your underwear. His fingers would trace up the skin of your thighs, over your waist and up your arms, before dancing lightly across your cheeks and back down. The curtains were open behind him, the gloomy light shining onto his skin, through his hair, giving him a glow nobody else would see but you. 

It took a moment for you and Alex to finally get out of bed, and while David and Juliet were out at work, for most likely the entire day, you and Alex decided to move every blanket from every closet, and every bedroom, onto the living room couch in front of the small box TV. You gave him the task of moving the TV closer while you popped the popcorn, waiting in front of the stove with your arms crossed. When it was done, you made sure to leave a little room on the side to pour in Alex’s chocolate covered pretzels. 

You refused to let him go into Juliets room to grab the small collection of horror movies, not knowing if the woman had personal things laying about. While with Alex, you learned that if you didn’t have everything either personal or slightly embarrassing put away, he would always bring it up at the worst times. 

After sliding the VHS tape into the player, you hurried to join him on the couch before the movie started, not wanting to miss the intro credits in case something was shown or mentioned that would be important later. His comforter was front and center, wrapping around the both of you and consuming you in a warm cocoon while the rain pounded against the windows. 

When bringing up the fact that he’s never wanted to watch a horror movie with you, always deflecting to a rom-com or straight comedy, Alex told you that he only thought to this so he had an excuse to cuddle you when you got scared. But you loved horror movies, you grew up on them. Sure, sometimes a really well timed jump-scare will make your body jolt, but it was a good jolt, the type that has you coming back for more. Alex was the one who hid behind the blankets, or through his fingers. Sometimes, he would place you onto his lap so he could hide behind your body, curl himself around you and find distraction in placing random kisses across your skin. 

With the curtains drawn, and every light in the flat off, the bowl of popcorn and pretzels forgotten, sitting on the floor at the base of your feet, you continuously ran your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort his tense form as the movie continued to get more dark and scary. 

“Who chose this fucking movie?” He hisses, stuffing his face into your neck when the music ramps up, high pitched violins and flutes. 

“You did, Alex,”  you smile, glancing down at him. His eyes are clenched shut, and his hands grip at the fabric of your shirt. “It’s almost over.”

“I highly doubt that, feels like we just started.”

You cant help the small chuckle that bubbles from you, running your fingers through his hair once more, stopping at the base of his neck. The thick comforter was bunched around his shoulders, perfectly hiding his form if someone were to enter the room. Laying between your legs, face either stuffed in your neck, or in your chest. 

“Remind me to never pick a horror movie ever again.”

“Aw,” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to sway side to side, “then who’ll protect me from the scary monsters?”

“Your guardian-fucking-angel,” He nuzzles his face deeper into your chest, voice muffled against your skin. 

By the time the movie reaches its climax, multiple jump-scares happening seconds apart, Alex threw in his imaginary towel, fully covering his face with the comforter and hiding his face. Laughing, you try and remove the shield, to watch his eyes clench shut and his eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t let you, lightly slapping your hands away and trying to argue that it was warm and safe and away from those fucking demons you worship so much.

“Alex, come on!” You laugh, trying once more to pull the blanket away. Yelling, he slaps your hands away and further wraps the blanket around himself, only showing a lump of his body. 

“No! Stephen King and his fucked-up mind can go to hell!” he says, tightening his grip on your waist, “who the fuck thinks of this kind of stuff?!”

“A great writer, my love.”

“No-” he seethes, “only someone with a therapy needing mindset thinks of this shit.”

When the end credits roll, he finally removes the blanket from his face, sitting up fully with a pout. He moves to the corner, crossing his arms while furrowing his eyebrows. You knew he would do this, pout until the embarrassment of being scared passed. 

“Baby,” you coo, laughing under your breath. Grumbling, he looks to the TV, ignoring you fully. You manage to unravel his arms, sliding onto his lap with both bare legs straddling his thighs, squishing his face between your hands. 

“Did my baby get scared?” You coo again, leaning forwards to leave a soft kiss on his nose. He whines, slapping your hands away and dropping his head back against the arm of the couch. Hands lazily dropping to the tops of your thighs. 

Leaning down, you place light kisses up his neck, across his jaw, and finally to the tip of his nose. His lips slowly flickering up into a soft smile.

“We’re never watching a horror movie again,” he says, hands disappearing under the fabric of your shirt to trace shapes into the skin of your waist. 

“Whatever you say, my love.”

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[labyrinth-runner]

Can I Pls Have Alex Law X Reader Where He Sees Reader's Scars (From Her Past/Non Self Harm) Leading To Emotional And Sweet Fluff Of Him Kissing Her Scars And Little Bit Of Smut?

Sorry this took so long.

The Lake Trip

Summary: You and Alex go on your first weekend trip together, but you're nervous about how he'll view your body.

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: None.

Pairings: Alex Law x Reader

It was your first weekend away with Alex since you'd started dating, and you were nervous. You were hoping to go somewhere into the moors or camping in the woods, but Alex all but threw a fit and insisted that you'd go to the lake. He'd been different since he moved out of his apartment, but from what you'd pieced together based off his murmurs in his sleep, you couldn't blame him.

However, you weren't excited about the lake. The lake meant swimsuits and beaches and that would mean Alex seeing your scars. You had developed a fool-proof plan years ago, though. You'd wear the same old, ratty, oversized t-shirt that you always did when swimming. Sure, he was bound to make some wet t-shirt contest jokes, but that was better than the alternative.

Your first night at the lake had been a wash, so you'd spent most of the night playing cards in the cabin, listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops against the tin roof until you fell asleep against his shoulder. At least, that's what you think happened. All you remembered was playing cards, and then waking up in bed with Alex snoring beside you.

The second day, though, was disgustingly beautiful. Sunlight bathed the two of you in a warm glow as if you were part of a princess film. The birds chirped outside your window. You sighed. You knew he'd want to go swimming in this weather.

You dragged the morning out, making him a hot breakfast of eggs, bacon, and grilled toast because for some reason the cabin didn't have a toaster. You insisted on finishing your morning cup of caffeine before even getting dressed. He was antsy.

"The lake isn't going anywhere," you teased.

"No, but the time we're here is. I wanted to go to the lake to actually go to the fucking lake, not just look at it out the window," he'd grumbled.

"The more you complain, the slower I sip."

He groaned.

You sighed. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know. It was unfair of you to punish him for this. Besides, there's no reason you couldn't just sit in the sand while he swam. "Alright. I'll go get changed."

"It's about bloody time."

He was ready to go, his bag already packed for the lake by the time you emerged from the bathroom in your swimsuit and t-shirt.

The lake was taunting you, the sunlight reflecting off its blue surface was almost blinding as you approached. The sand burned your feet, making you wish that you'd worn flip flops. Alex was already ten feet ahead of you, dashing to the lake, a steady string of "shit, shit, shit!" coming out with every step. You stopped just short of the water, sitting on the wet sand, your heels barely being licked by the water as it lapped at the shore.

"That sand's fucking hot," Alex shouted at you from the ocean. "Your ass is going to burn."

"I'm on the cooler part," you assured him.

"Aren't you going to come in?" His eyes narrowed at you from where he was swimming some twenty feet in.

"I'm alright out here."

"What, can't you fucking swim? You went on a trip to the lake and you won't even go in it?"

"I can swim just fine," you snapped.

He knew he had you. "Well, prove it, or else I'll think you can't fucking swim."

"God, Alex, you're such a child," you ground out, but you were getting up even as you said it. You trudged into the water, your t-shirt immediately clinging to your body until it loosened once you were in deep enough that you hovered above the bottom.

"So you can swim," he shrugged.

You splashed him.

He blinked at you in astonishment while the water dripped from his eyelashes. "Oh, is that how you want to fucking play it?"

The next thing you knew, you were sputtering water. Your hands pushed water towards him in a frenzy, a true splash war in earnest until your arms were tired and the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

"For the record, I won," he said with a smug smirk.

"You did not."

"Says the loser."

You rolled your eyes at him, your feet grazing the bottom of the lake, touching something slimy. It wouldn't get off your foot, no matter how hard you kicked.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

"There's something on my foot."

"Kick your foot up. Let me see." He grabbed your proffered heel, his eyes narrowing as he peeled a green blob off your foot.

"What is it?"

"It's a fucking leech."

You were out of the water so fast. "Alex, how could you let me go to a lake with leeches?!"

He wasn't far behind you, the two of you covered in green blotches. You both frantically took the leeches off, whipping them back into the water. You breathed a sigh of relief, believing you'd gotten all of them off when Alex sighed.

"Take your shirt off." He tugged at the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it up.

"What? Why?" Your hands automatically grabbed the hem to keep it down.

"There's a fucking leech on your back. I can see if through your shirt. You might have more. Take it off."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, inching the shirt up and over your head.

His hands were warm against your back as he gently removed two more leeches. You held your breath as you felt his finger graze one of your scars.

"What happened here?"

"Nothing important," you quickly said, holding your breath.

His thumb gently traced over it, before he placed a gentle kiss to it. "Is this why you wear the shirt?"

"You don't think they're ugly?"

He turned you around in his arms, his hand cupping your cheek. "Of course not. They're a part of you, and you are perfect. Don't ever think you're anything else."

"Do you have any scars?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, proudly tugging down his swim trunks a fraction. There was a dash of pink, healed skin heading towards his pelvis. "This is my battle scar."

"How'd you get it?" You gently traced the raised skin with your fingertips.

"I was stabbed."

Your eyes went wide. "Really?"

"No," he said with a laugh. "Appendicitis."

"You ass." You playfully shoved him a little too hard. He started to tilt back, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you down with him.

He gave you a lazy smirk, his finger dragging down your jaw. You playfully bit his finger, causing a grin to spread on his face. He was so handsome, the sun haloing him as if he were Apollo himself.

"What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" he teased.

"Nothing in particular."

"Oh?" He began kissing your shoulder, a slow, sweet line towards your neck.

"Don't start something you can't finish."

He rolled you under him, pinning you with his hips. His eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at you beneath him. "What makes you think I can't finish?"

#alex law x reader #Shallow Grave fanfic

[judgementdaysunshine]

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[thebeckyjolene]

Reunited

Made for the ever so awesome, @micheleamidalajedi. This is for you, my dear!

It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation between myself and my husband, Alex. I work as a registered nurse at a hospital while Alex is still a reporter back in Edinburgh. For our wedding anniversary, we traveled to Thailand for our vacation. Until one of the most devastating events happened, the dreadful tsunami.

With my medical background, I volunteered my time to help the local hospitals and tend to the people that were affected by this natural disaster event. Of course. my heart thought of my beloved Alex, and my heart ached to be within his arms once again. Little did I know, that he was a hero in his own right, rescuing a little girl who was swept up in the water and survived the ordeal until Alex had rescued her.

I was working in the emergency room, when I heard someone shouting that someone needed help. It was Alex! He was carrying the little girl in his arms, who was clinging to Alex and not wanting to let go.

' Oh Alex! I thought that I would never see you again! Oh, I'm so happy to see you.' I cried as I embraced my husband like my life depended on it.

' It's so good to see you my love. Never ever leave me again, my dear. I could not stand to be without you a minute longer.' Alex said as he kissed me soundly before hugging me some more.

Next time, let's hope that we go somewhere where it is peaceful.

#alex law x reader #shallow grave

[tojisun]

our shallow graves — miles quaritch

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

> you do not understand why you are so drawn to the colonel, almost like this – the growing miasma of your conflicting feelings – has happened before. like you have liked him before.

!! eventual smut - minors dni; fast slow-burn; angst with a happy ending; mutual pining; mutual stubbornness; heat (as a theme); mating and bonding; (initially) mean quaritch; power imbalance; in denial of feelings; worldbuilding; references to (made up) past, including death and previous dead lovers; fuck buddies (outside of main pair) but no love triangle; weapons; other tags to be added within chapters; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used a little bit

: this was supposed to be a long oneshot but i got hit with inspiration so here we aree; here’s to hoping i’ll be able to finish it within four chapters; ngl im kinda nervous publishing this but i hope you guys will luv it <33

part 01 // part 02 // part 03 // part 04

(status: hiatus)

#suns.f #our shallow graves #avatar masterlist #miles quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #suns #im super duper excited for this omg but at the same time im abt to hurl bc if anxiousness #hope u guys would luv it :(