#ccrruption

[flor-de-la-muertee]

hesitantly reaches to touch his hand before gently interlacing their fingers.

//Sorry I just had too

@ccrruption

[de-los-muertos]

ccrruption

              “as in you actually sleep? or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

[ @ccrruption continued from xx ]

“What’s wrong with staring at you all night?” Despite the line of questioning, he slides himself beneath the blankets to tuck against Jack’s spine and murmurs against the nape of his neck. “Warm.”

[de-los-muertos]

                   there’s a split second where he’s grabbing at gabriel’s wrists when he pulls him back, the momentary sensation of falling dissipating as he realizes just who has a hold of him. he’s about to offer a cute, sassy quip, the playful little grin on his face quickly overwhelmed as nails bite into those same wrists, a mixture of wanting to keep the alpha against him or force his hold to break rushing through his mind. instinct tells him to stay still, to tilt his head and show his throat, to submit, ready and willing. if there ever was such a thing as the perfect alpha, he was right here, able to feel that deep rumble against his back.

                             “gabe–”

                   the blond’s throat feels dry, an attempt at a hard swallow. heart racing, palms sweating, the room suddenly feeling like it was on fire around them. he doesn’t let him go. a natural response instead, a soft, trusting purr vibrating his own chest, approving, encouraging. cerulean blue eyes squeeze tightly shut, hiding a raging storm as he finally forces himself to break the blackwatch commander’s grip. he shouldn’t. he can’t. everything he’d worked for, the respect he’d earned, it would all count for absolutely nothing if he gave in to this. shaking, clammy hands cover his face as he crumbles to the ground, squatting low, feeling like he would pass out if he didn’t take a moment to regain his composure. every medication jack takes, every injection he suffers through, his excruciatingly controlled regimen means nothing the instant the alpha is in his sights… or even just in the same room.pathetic omega. pick yourself up.

                   shaking his head, he can’t. he wants to, and he can’t. can’t quite gather himself, can’t steel his emotions, can’t find his way to his feet, can’t find it in him to tell gabriel no. instead, he does something stupid. he reaches a hand for him, trembling, ready to pull the alpha to the floor with him, wanting nothing more than to hide himself in that secure scent, in his protection. if he ever did take a mate, it would be no other than gabriel reyes.

                                                 stupid omega.

[ @ccrruption continued from xx ]

     He knows it’s the wrong thing to do the moment he presses his nose close, warming the weather-chilled tip against the other’s skin and he’s uncertain if it’s the tension threading along Jack’s shoulders or the grab of his wrists that snap him out of it. Still, he can’t move and it’s not entirely due to that secure grip the blond has upon him. He’s always been intoxicating. Beneath the suppressors, the scents of the others that Jack is often around, beneath it all is the telltale flavor he can almost taste upon his tongue.

     He wants to, there’s no denying that. He wants to beyond the fleeting and often chaste brushes of mouth to a cheek, a neck or the rare touch of lips.

     Time and time again he reminds himself that he can’t, they can’t, and some kind of distance has to be maintained. He’s the Strike Commander after all. The Golden Boy in the public eye while he’s nothing more than the mangy soldier swept beneath a rug and kept secret. The speaking of his name is both a warning and a plea, tearing him in two different directions. He wants to step back, needs to, but he can’t. He nudges closer, only to find Jack pulling away from him, sinking as if pained to the ground at his feet.

     It’s a sight that makes him freeze in place and bring a sense of agonizing clarity. He steps back then, ready to turn and go about his way, head ducked and hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, though he’s stopped again, this time by the trembling fingers that reach for him. It feels like an eternity before he works up the will to move, not in retreat, but in a careful lowering of his weight to the ground. 

     That hand is taken and Jack is drawn into his side, held close by the wrap of his arm and the return of his nose to his neck. It’s the front he breathes against now; slow, steady. Imprinting him to memory as he has done so many times before.

     “I should go,” his voice soft and no more than a murmur.

[jxsticiero]

casually sweeps in to steal a smooch

Jesse is all smooth smiles as his gorgeous partner sweeps in, at least on the outside. On the inside, Jesse is shuttering. He is imbalanced and lost, thrown off by the sudden return. He leans into his smooch, his arms tight around his neck. He will move with his touch, eyes glowing as he finally has a chance to breathe. 

“Ya can walk in an’ steal a kiss as a hello? Bit bold.” he teases, pulling him tighter.

[de-los-muertos]

casually slides into the seat next to him and turns to drape his legs over gabe's thighs. kicks his feet a little, batting thick lashes at him and giving him the best puppy dog look he can muster with those big blue eyes. a rather pitiful attempt at omega charm. "gabi, i need a favor."

He knows Jack is there long before the blond settles nearby, invading his personal space. Any others would’ve gotten a distinct look, ‘encouraging’ them to place a bit of distance, but as legs move to settle over his thighs, a hand lowers to give them a pat. His amusement comes in the form of a lifted brow and a dubious glance at the other. “I figured you did. What kind of favor?” 

[flor-de-la-muertee]

❤!!

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

@ccrruption

[jxsticiero]

❣ slam dunks this into your inbox

Send me a ❣ and I’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours at this point in time

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Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

Hover over the names for explanations.

[jxsticiero]

continued from here with @ccrruption​

It was so nice to feel such warm arms around him, just holding him in. He can smell that his companion also enjoyed some liquor. Jesse never begs. Never. Unless it is a job. But there he is. Drunk off his ass and begging for a kiss. A simple little kiss. His brain tries to catch up, but there is such sweet lips on his and nothing matters. His brain sails far far away. He can taste whiskey on their lips, and he is pliant in his arms. Whatever Jack thought was a good plan was a-okay for the cowboy. He giggles as he lays into his arms. “Wha’eva’ ya say, honey.”