#He feels naked without a shirt over his shirt! Or in this case a smart vest :)

[sysig]

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[melodyatlas]

Hello, in honor of your JayTimRoy post, I bring you the idea of Jason and Tim interacting like two feral cats in the same space, constantly sniping at each other or getting in each other's way, stealing each other's stuff (clothes) and cases, pranks that are deeply concerning to everyone involved (Jason shooting in Tim's direction with real bullets and shooting him with rubber ones and Tim hacking Jason's helmet and making it 'lightly' tazer him sometimes), stalking each other and regularly complaining about each other, just clinically incapable of leaving each other the fuck alone.

With Roy in the middle, able to interact with both of them completely normally. Tim is a weird kid, sure, but he's brilliant and good with tech and planning and contingencies, and if Roy calls him up for help on something Tim is there for him no questions asked. He's also weirdly sweet, like yeah he's a stalker but he uses it to send Roy his favorite foods and drinks when he's feeling down, or keeps an eye on Lian for Roy and sends him initially creepy but reassuring updates about where she is at all hours of the day.

(Tim DOES understand boundaries, honestly, and he doesn't literally watch Lian 24/7, but if she's at school or daycare or with someone else, Tim usually has eyes on her just in case. There's probably been a few kidnapping attempts that barely got off the ground before Roy or Jason were notified, or Tim just showed up himself if they weren't close enough.)

Jason is Roy's best friend and yeah he's rough around the edges and has his issues, but he's loyal to a fault and deeply protective. Like he'll bitch about Roy being an idiot and getting into trouble but always while he's patching him up and making him food and tucking him into bed and forcing him to rest and recover.

So Roy can see that Jason and Tim's animosity and weirdness for each other does not come from hate or dislike but from a deep feral NEED for each other, they are just completely incapable of being normal about each other. He can ALSO see that they are both completely unaware of it in themselves, like completely blind to the fact that for all their hissing and spitting and fucking with each other, they have every opportunity to just... NOT interact much, they COULD just leave each other alone, but even suggesting that makes them both glitch out because what? Leave each other alone?? Impossible.

And much as Roy would like them to figure it out themselves (and maybe chill, a little bit) he likes them both, they both like him, and he would like for the three of them to have a movie night in or go out to dinner together or go to the park with Lian sometimes without the two of them starting to bite each other.

And for as smart as Roy is and as good at planning as he is, he leans more towards Jason's "apply molotov cocktail to problem" brand of planning over Tim's "4D psychological chess with seventeen built-in contingencies" brand of planning (which to him is all the more reason Tim should join Team Red, because honestly they could use that level of planning and consideration for their missions. you can only throw so many molotovs at a problem before your problem is 'too much fire' at which point the molotov does NOT help)

So Roy invites Tim over ostensibly to help him design new weapons, confirms Tim is interested, and then bends him over the work table (once the explosives are cleared off) and fucks him nice and relaxed and stupid, then cleans him up just enough before depositing him on the couch and calling Jason home. When Jason comes home and sees Tim, naked except for one of HIS hoodies with clear bite marks on one side of his neck, and Roy wearing some loose sweatpants and no shirt, his brain glitches out long enough for Roy to say "he's still pretty relaxed from when I fucked him, you wanna take round two or can I go again?"

(He MAYBE could have introduced the idea a little more delicately, and admittedly he DID have to chaperone their first few times to smooth out the misunderstandings (things like Tim wants/needs to be held down and made to submit a little and Jason is terrified of pushing past someone's boundaries but also needs to bite Tim, hold down and SHAKE), but it all worked out in the end. He gets them to chill out enough that they can go on normal dates, and on movie nights Roy gets Jason as the perfect body pillow and Tim as the perfect weighted blanket and it rules.)

Roy is living his best life with his two feral boyfriends and really only has to hide from Batman that he's fucking two of his proteges since the rest of the Bat colony are basically like "fucking THANK YOU jesus CHRIST", because Jason and Tim are still unhinged about each other but at least they're AFFECTIONATELY unhinged now instead of constantly toeing the line of actively trying to kill each other. They work on cases together, Jason practically shoves Tim into his own (and Roy's) clothes, Tim steals Jason's tech (and Roy's) to upgrade it, they still bite and obsessively stalk each other (and Roy) but it makes them both feel reassured and loved.

aaaaaaaahh i have been thinking about this ask All Day, now that i'm finally at my computer i can respond with the time that it deserves 😂

you're so right, this is the exact dynamic they exude in spades. if someone didn't know them, its easy to assume that Jason and Tim do, in fact, hate each other, but Roy /does/ know Jason, and he's gotten to know Tim pretty well too from how much time he's been spending around them. so /Roy/ knows that they don't hate each other- if they hated each other, then Jason wouldn't miss when he shot at Tim, and he sure as hell wouldn't let Tim spend so much time in their safe houses, let alone the apartment Jason and Roy unofficially share in their off-time.

and if Tim truly hated Jason then he wouldn't bother with all the effort he puts in to work cases together, and he wouldn't spend so much time working to repair Jason's bonds with the other Bats. he probably still would rig up Jason's helmet to give him the occasional jolt or alter the voice modulator to make Jason sound like he just inhaled helium- just to be a little shit. but he definitely wouldn't make it so easy for Jason to fix.

Roy just gets so tired of getting caught in the middle of all of their little tiffs though, he's had to stop himself from just pointing out that Jason trying to strip Tim in the middle of their apartment because Tim stole his t-shirt isn't really "mortal enemies" behavior and clearly Jason just wants to see Tim naked. but /god/ did Roy want to point it out. especially when it happened more than once. Tim clearly doesn't realize the attraction either, because he never lets Jason catch him when they fight like that- always rushing from the apartment when Jason gets too close to pinning him. it's /probably/ a good thing, because Roy isn't sure Jason is at the point where he would know what to do once he actually catches Tim and takes the shirt off.

Roy wants to find out- wants to see Jason finally pin Tim down and strip him of all his stolen clothes and see what Jason decides to do with the bare Robin beneath him- but it hasn't happened and the longer it goes on the less patience Roy has with them.

Roy /likes/ Tim, /likes/ Jason, /likes/ seeing how they treat each other when they aren't exchanging blows (and sometimes when they are- but goddamn theres a limit to what he can take). he likes how Tim has inserted himself into their lives. Tim just /fits/ with them in ways that Roy wouldn't have guessed before he saw it himself. the way the little stalker genius helps them upgrade their equipment, the way he brainstorms with Roy about his projects, how he brainstorms with /Jason/ over cases, the way he plays with Lian is terribly heartwarming. he's stopped two kidnapping attempts with his stupid stalker tendencies, and after stopping the second one himself, Roy added Tim to the list of emergency contacts at Lian's school. he picks her up sometimes at /her/ request- and damn if that wasn't a blow the first time it happened. but Lian says Tim is funny and that he's better at coloring than Roy is.

so yeah, Roy wants Tim to stay in their lives, and he wants it to be in a calmer manner than currently because of this imagined beef with Jason due to them just being so infuriatingly obsessed with each other.

when Roy's patience finally runs out he decides to do something about it. invites Tim over under the guise of wanting a second pair of eyes on his latest weapons design project. the way Tim gives all of his focus to the project, clearly stating what he thinks should be changed and improved- it's cute how into it he is. there's something about the focus of a little genius like that- even when he's kind of dissing some of the work that Roy (who is also a genius) already put into it. Roy finds it funnier than anything else.

they finish the weapons talks and while Roy is cleaning up the work table he casually strips off his sweaty work shirt, using it to wipe his face and carefully checking Tim's line of sight and expression. bingo. Tim has a good poker face, but he's not hiding his gaze at all, eyes glued to newly exposed spanse of Roy's skin. so Roy tests his luck, shoots Tim his most charming smile, and takes him by the hips to draw him in. there's the barest moment of hesitation before Roy brushes their lips together and Tim melts into the contact.

it heats up quickly from there- a blur of touching and kissing and stripping each other until Tim is bare and bent over the work table, cheeks spread around Roy's length as he buries himself into the little bird. Roy digs his teeth into Tim's neck, sucking and biting and purposefully leaving marks because he /needs/ Jason to see the evidence later.

Tim thrusts back into his hold, meeting him thrust for thrust, until Roy makes his way up to mutter filthy words into Tim's ear, telling him how good he looks, how good he's taking it- how good it'll look to see him take Jason later and Tim /loses/ it when Jason is brought up. his noises had been soft- held back- but at just the idea of getting railed by Jason, Tim's voice ratchets up in volume and he somehow melts even further against the table, whining and rutting unevenly.

it doesn't last much longer, both of them having been building up to this for so long. and the idea of getting to go again when Jason gets home urges them on even faster. so they finish up and Roy gets Tim all cleaned up, handing over Jason's hoodie for him to wear instead of the clothes he came in with.

Roy is a little worried he broke Jason when he freezes at Roy's invitation to fuck Tim, but the animalistic noise Jason lets out when he finally moves make him realize this was probably best case scenario. it /is/ hard for Jason and Tim at first, going from having been in such denial for so long to finally having each other is a shock. and with Jason being a little scared of how roughly he wants to treat Tim- of not wanting to push /too/ far but wanting So Much from him. and with Tim not being able to just /say/ that he not only /wants/ the rough treatment from Jason, but really /needs/ it, makes it even harder on them. Roy personally thinks how lucky they are to have him there to smooth out the bumps as they start out, but then that makes him think about how lucky he is to have them in his life just the same.

he didn't expect Dick to practically /thank/ him when they finally talked after Dick found out he's been screwing both of them, but the relieved way he talks about how much easier theyve been to work with makes it easy for Roy to read between the lines.

[nobedofroses]

December 9th

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, smut (unprotected p-in-v sex)

words: 821

a/n: little continuation of the last Javi blurb bc fireplace! photo prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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The first time Javi had lit the fire in the fireplace, first time ever since it was your first year living in the house, you had been ridiculously proud and happy. You’d said it called for a champagne toast, but all you had was wine and you were nearly as happy with that. So happy, you ended up having two glasses in about thirty minutes and started doing what you did when you got tipsy: loving on Javi. 

“You’re so smart and talented, you got the fire going so fast and it’s still going still,” you told him, managing to climb onto his lap from where you had been sitting on the ground next to him without spilling your wine.

“It’s not that hard, sweetheart, I can teach you next time in case you ever want a fire before I get home,” he told you, trying to get the wine glass from you, but you just wrapped your arms around his neck so it was behind him. And so you were very, very close. 

“And you’re so humble and sweet, I’m so lucky you’re my man, all mine and all man,” you dissolved into giggles but before Javi could say anything, you were kissing him. 

You were urgent and your mouth tasted like sweet wine, but Javi knew you were more drunk off of the holiday spirit and getting to fully utilize your new house than you were from the wine. 

It wasn’t long before you had set the wine down of your own volition, Javi had tugged a blanket off of the couch, and he was fucking you on your back with your knees pressed to your chest. 

You had kind of expected fast, hot and heavy, take your breath away sex, but that’s not what you got. This was even more intense, his slow strokes and the way it felt like he just kept going deeper and deeper until he was just a part of you. 

He was kneeling with one hand braced on your breast, leaving the other to relentlessly rub at your clit, with the same slow, smooth pace his cock filled you. It almost didn’t feel like enough until without warning you came. Gasping and moaning his name, pleasure ebbed and flowed through you in never-ending waves until Javi followed and filled you with his hot cum, using his last few thrusts to grind into you. 

A minute later while he was coming down, he used practiced moves to get you on top of him again without pulling out because he knew you’d make a fuss if he did it too soon. 

With the fire, you didn’t even feel the need to grab a blanket, totally relaxed and at peace. Eventually, Javi got up to fetch a washcloth and you dozed while he did, not a care in the world. 

You were nearly fully asleep when Javi came back and he pulled on his pants before sitting back down to help you clean up a little, the washcloth thankfully still warm. 

“You know you’ll have to get up soon, sweetheart,” he told you but you just swiped your hand vaguely towards him. 

“I’m sleepin’,” you told him, settling back again to relax more. 

Except that’s when you heard a strange sound: the deadbolt in the front door unlocking. Eyes widening in panic, Javi stood up, yanked the blanket from under you and threw it over your naked body. 

“Pop!” you heard Javi exclaim from half under the blanket. Then hurried footsteps, Javi hastily guiding him into the kitchen for a beer, and his father questioning why Javier wasn’t wearing a shirt. 

You dressed as quickly as you could while they were out of the room, then made a big show of joining them in the kitchen, making sure to say you had been upstairs folding laundry. 

Whether he believed the two of you, you didn’t know, but he didn’t say anything and that was all that mattered. You were able to muddle through the rest of the interaction, which was actually an invitation to dinner the next night, without any further hiccups and he was on his way before long. 

Once you were back in the living room, sitting on the couch with your wine in hand, you said, “What is he even doing out at this time of night? Shouldn’t he be in bed?” 

“Honey, it’s only just now 8:00pm,” he told you and you gaped. “Guess we were fooled by the sun being down.” 

“Maybe we should just never fuck in the living room again,” you said thoughtfully, because obviously you didn’t want a repeat of the terror that had went through you when that door unlocked. 

“No, I’ll just take the key back,” Javi said quickly and you laughed, knowing that you were in for a long night of negotiations on when and where exactly it was safe for you to fuck.

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

“I can’t sleep without you here”

Pairing: Julian Albert x Reader

Rated: MATURE! 18+ ONLY!! UNPROTECTED SEX! ORAL!! ROUGH SEX!

Fandom: The Flash

God y’all I’m so rusty.. I’m so sorry.

Being Julian's girlfriend was honestly the best thing that had ever happened to me. He was so smart, so sweet, he was perfect in just about every way possible. The only thing I hated was his occasional crazy work hours. I hated when he was gone so long especially if it was during the night. Our apartment just didn't feel like home without him there. Tonight was one of those nights.

I sat on the couch in the living room unable to sleep. My silk robe was wrapped tightly around me as I used the table lamp to read a book. It was already after two in the morning. He had been called out on another case.

Just as I was starting to think he wouldn't be home tonight the door opened slowly. He was trying not to wake me not knowing I was already awake and waiting for him. I watched him tip toe inside then closed the door as quietly as he could. I couldn't help but smile.

"Rough night handsome?" I asked as I turned my attention back to my book.

"Jesus, love, you scared the shit out of me." He said sounding slightly out of breath.

I listened to his footsteps draw closer but I kept my eyes on my book. That was until the book was suddenly out of my hands. Julian put the bookmark in its place then laid it on the table. He gently grabbed my hands then pulled me to my feet so I was right against his chest.

"Was it bad?" I asked him quietly.

He sighed then rested his forehead against mine.

"You have no idea." He said.

"Why don't we lay down. You need to relax and clear your mind." I told him softly.

I didn't give him a chance to protest. I grabbed his hand then pulled him behind me into the bedroom. I gently pushed him back onto the bed. He raised a questioning brow at me but I only winked at him in return. Without a word I slowly pulled his shirt off then tossed it to the floor.

"Why on earth are you still awake beautiful?" He asked softly.

"I can't sleep without you here." I said quietly.

A gave me a small smile then wrapped his arms around me pulling me to stand between his legs. I slowly untied my silk robe then let it fall off my shoulders to the floor revealing my completely naked body to him. He hummed as he gently cupped each of my ass cheeks. He effortlessly picked me up then sat me in his lap.

"I think we both need to expel a little energy. Don't you agree love?" Julian asked with a mischievous smirk.

"I think you might be right handsome." I said as I pushed him back to lay down.

I leaned over him to place a soft kiss to his lips. I took my time to shower his skin with soft kisses. From his neck all the way down to his jeans. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans. A soft groan left his lips as I pulled him free of his confines. The moment I had him free I took him into my mouth. He hissed as his hand wound into my hair. I took my time savoring each sound that I pulled out of him.

"You know I love when you do that love but after the night I've hand I really want to feel you wrapped around me." Julian said between breaths.

I immediately pulled off him with a pop. It was rare for him to ask for something specific so I made sure to waist no time crawling up his body. I hovered over him not bothering to mess with his pants. I lowered myself onto him slowly. A groan fell from my lips as I seated myself on him fully. His hands were instantly on my hips.

He didn't give me a chance to start moving. He took control using his hold on my hips to grind me against him. I placed my hands on his chest to help steady myself.

"Fuck" Julian moaned.

In a second he flipped us around then quickly kicked out of his pants. I cried out as he suddenly slammed into me. He grabbed my hands then pinned them above my head. This was unusual from him. He must have had an extremely rough night.

"Julian" I moaned with a particularly sharp slap of his hips.

He hid his head in my neck as his hips continued their hurried pace. He grunted and panted against my skin. I was a mess from the unusual roughness. My eyes rolling back as my mouth fell open in a silent scream. My brain couldn't think to force sound out. I was so surprised and overwhelmed but Jesus did it feel good.

His rhythm faltered as his hold on my hands tightened. His grunts grew louder mixing with my moans. My back arched off the bed as my climax came to a peak. I cried out his name. He cursed under his breath then slammed into me again before slowing his hips. We both panted trying to catch our breath for a moment.

I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving my lips when he finally pulled out of me. Julian being his usual gentleman self quickly cleaned us up. It was seconds after we both climbed into bed that I passed out.

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[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

[lipstickstainz]

cold metal - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: i just really want spencer reid to find out his girlfriend has her nip nops pierced. like he would be so cute and blushy. and she’d be like “bubs theyre just my boobs” and he just does the grabby hands at her

Warnings: nipple piercings, implied smut Word Count: 1.1k (sorry, it’s so short!) A/N: ugh I want piercings so bad, but I'm such a coward haha. thanks for requesting! requests are open! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had never been so grateful for a team-building activity in his life.

It was mid-July and unexpectedly warm for Virginia - nearly 95 degrees Fahrenheit - and Spencer was behind you in the rented kayak. You brought up the rear of the squad, and while Team Jemily and Team Morcia had a competitive paddle, you two stayed behind and enjoyed the beautiful weather. Spencer had a book in his hand and was reading to you while you lazily moved the paddles so that you would eventually arrive at your destination.

Hotch felt that this action was necessary. You had been working steadily for two months, had never been home for long, and had wasted every spare minute on current cases. He would have preferred to give you all a month off, but his team was incredibly ambitious and there was a lot to do, so he could at least talk them into a day on a river in nice weather. So at least you had a day where you didn't have to sit in the dark office.

The sun shone warmly on your skin and without further ado you pulled your shirt over your head. "Would you please put some sunscreen on my back?" you asked Spencer, who without hesitation put his book in his waterproof backpack and pulled out the sunscreen. You never had to ask Spencer twice to put his hands on your body after he had taken the first step two months ago.

You had been at your house and had gone through your Doctor Who marathon as planned. You had picked him up at nine in the morning, with a comforter and pillow in tow, and since then you had hardly left your bed. The show was on the TV that sat on the dresser in front of your bed, but really you were far too busy swapping fan theories and discussing which season was the best. You lay next to each other and you told him about the theory that James Bond was supposed to be a Time Lord. You waved your hands in the air to emphasize your point and turned your head in Spencer's direction, who looked at you with a broad smile.

"What is it? I saw the theory on Buzzfeed. Don't look at me like I'm stupid”, you pouted and he gave a short laugh. You pushed your bottom lip forward and he wondered if your lips have always looked so kissable.  He didn't hesitate for a second. Spencer straightened up and leaned over you and before you could do or say anything, he pressed his lips to yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you so that he slid between your legs. Doctor Who was just incidental after that.

You kept it a secret, not because the team wouldn't be happy, but to find out exactly what it was between you. You had been best friends for years, and the jump from friendship to couple was something neither of you had any experience with. It was prudent to keep it between you for now. An endeavor that was quite difficult when you were wearing skinny jeans and Spencer couldn't think of anything but your butt, or when he was spouting smart facts again without knowing how attractive that made him. Except for a few innocent kisses, you held each other back at work.

Spencer rubbed his large hands over your bare skin, sliding his fingers under the band of your bikini top before pulling you against him. He was sure the cream would leave some stains on his t-shirt, but he didn't care. You leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around your middle. Your head rested on his chest and you could hear his heartbeat.

The others were already far away and there wasn't a soul around you as Spencer's fingers moved up and slid under the hem of your bikini. You took a deep breath. You'd been together for two months, but had never gone further than making out and a little groping, which was why his touch was giving you goosebumps now. Spencer grinned to himself, taking your rapid breathing as a sign that he should continue.

Carefully, he slid his hand under the fabric and froze when he felt cool metal against his palm. He withdrew his hand and confused, you turned to face him. "Are you all right?", you asked him, wishing so badly that he would continue.

Spencer's face turned red and his cocky manner was hidden behind a shy look you couldn't interpret. "Since when do you have nipple piercings?"

Surprised, you looked at him and only then did you realize that he hadn't seen you naked or in your underwear. How could he have known that you had piercings? "I got them pierced after my eighteenth birthday”, you replied, and he nodded curtly. Spencer continued to stare at you until you turned to face him completely. His gaze remained on your boobs until you raised your hand and flicked it in front of his face. He broke free of his trance and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Did it hurt?" He tried really hard not to stare at your breasts, but failed miserably.

"At first, yes, but not anymore." You enjoyed that he couldn't take his eyes off you, so you arched your back.

Spencer licked his lips. "Do you feel - is that making you more sensitive?", he stammered, before finally looking back up into your face. His eyes glittered with want and need.

"Try it. They're just my boobs, love" you grinned, and you didn't have to say that twice.

Spencer stretched his arms out and made the typical grabby hands motion before placing his hands on your covered breasts and taking a deep breath as if he had finally arrived at his destination. He let his fingers slide over the fabric and when they caught on the metal, you winced briefly. Not from pain, but because in your opinion there was still too much fabric between his hands and your breasts. Without further ado, you reached behind you and untied the knot of the bikini so that the fabric fell off your body.

Before you could say anything, Spencer closed the gap between your bodies and pulled you onto his lap before putting his hands on you again. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this for so long," he confessed, and you felt his erection between your thighs. His fingers pinched at your nipples and you moaned into his mouth.

Needless to say, it took you way longer than expected to paddle to the finish line.

[allthingsarmin]

fckboy armin? + degredation is always a good combination <3

I was so excited to write this dose of Armin brainrot, omg 😩

If it’s alright with you, anon, I did this request in more of a headcanon format, but the ending is more of a fanfiction format. I’m also sorry I took so long to write this omg.

MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

TW: Mentions of NSFW topics + degradation, mean!armin, manipulation, fuckboy topics

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin whose style resembles that of the horny, manipulative, ghost-y men on campus yet is just too hot for you to handle. The way he wears dark silver rings on his left thumb, middle, and pointer fingers that accentuate his slender, pale fingers and clean-cut nails. The way the small, dark tattoos on his knuckles, right forearm, and collarbone add an aura of mystery and aggression to his being that just exudes sex. The way he wears a gold chain necklace with distressed jeans and a plain t-shirt that’s just a little too tight and shows off his pecks. Or the way he wears long black joggers and an oversized long-sleeve black shirt that makes him look taller. The way he doesn’t wear his mask correctly, always hanging on one of his ears which compliment his stud earrings and devilish smirk. The way he is broke because he’s always spending money on the newest, trendy shoes. The way he always uses way too much cologne… One look at him, and you can sense his ‘asshole attitude,’ but you can’t deny it makes your lower regions pulsate.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who’s body is so perfectly sculpted and toned that it leaves you thinking dirty thoughts in class. The way he sits in class with his sleeves rolled up, laying back relaxed in the chair, right leg bouncing out of boredom as his hard cock becomes noticeable in his grey sweatpants makes you want to run to your dorm and touch yourself. The way his abs call out to you to graze your fingertips against them when he lifts his shirt up to wipe away the sweat after walking home from the gym. The way his beautifully slender fingers hold his phone or push his hair back when he’s frustrated makes you think about how good they would feel inside you. The way his accentuated collarbone peaks through his thin t-shirts, allowing you to see the hickeys and imprints of love bites from god knows how many women makes you jealous. The way his skin is so pale and so soft that his blonde leg hair becomes barely noticeable. The way his golden hair brings out a plethora of the shades of blue in his eyes, and oh how his haircut suits him perfectly, shaping his jawline very well. How his beautiful blue eyes dangerously lure you into him, the soft but manipulative stares he gives you. How he can’t seem to maintain eye contact with you for more than three seconds because he looks at your breasts. The sinister yet sexy smiles he has plastered upon his face when talking with his friends about ‘some other whore’ he fucked the other day… Armin is attractive, and he knows he is attractive. Though you hate how arrogant his looks have made him, his suggestive stares and lip bites from such a handsome man make your heart flutter and mind only focused on one thing.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is always posting thirst traps on instagram. You know… The pictures with the squinted eyes and the bitten lower bottom lip, either showing off his money or new shoes, pictures beside a nice car, suggestive pictures with the new girls he’s been fucking recently, biting his chain necklaces because he thinks it’s sexy. Only follows ‘successful’ men and offensive meme accounts but mostly follows half-naked women and supermodels. Leaves nasty comments on ugly womens’ pictures, calling them whores while he’s in hot girls’ DMs sending unsolicited dick pics and asking for nudes. Has thousands of followers, mostly from the party girls and rude men who go to his college. Won’t let you tag him in a photo unless he ‘looks hot.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes slutty gym pictures with his shirt off, abs out, shorts low enough to see his V line, hands in his hair, and a wink. Sends it to every girl in his snapchat contacts and posts it on his story with the ‘slide up’ text.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who hits you with the “you up?” at 2am on snapchat after ghosting you for two months. Tells you how much he misses your lewd moans and sloppy cunt, and then after pressuring you to give him nudes, he saves them and then doesn’t talk to you for at least a week.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is so intelligent and dangerously manipulative. Who is so smart that he doesn’t need or want to pay attention in class, who convinces you to let him keep the nudes you sent him on snapchat, who reels you right back in when you try to move on from him.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who was nice to you at first, befriending you when you looked so alone, shy, and innocent, who only chose you because you looked so easy to take advantage of when he finally closes in on you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who says he doesn’t want ‘any of that relationship stuff’ because all of his exes were crazy and that he only wants to date hot chicks.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who only texts you at ungodly hours during the weekdays and plays games like ‘20 questions’ with you so he can ask you if you’re either a virgin or a whore, if you like oral, if you’ve thought about him in dirty ways before… or truth or dare, asking you if you if you want to be his slut or daring you to send him lewd pictures of yourself.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes every chance he can get to turn anything sexual: the way your skirt is just a little too short that makes him suddenly grab your upper thighs, the way you innocently lick your ice cream cone on a hot summer day - he tells you to put your tongue on his cock instead, how you put your hair up in a high ponytail just makes him want to pull on it and kiss the crook of your neck… it all leaves him clouded with dirty thoughts.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who calls you ‘babe’ and refers to you as his ‘girl’ even though he has a million bitches on the side.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who makes you feel like shit about yourself because he’s constantly sending you womens’ profiles on Instagram, saying you should look more like them and ‘get a nicer ass.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who becomes more controlling as your sexual relationship continues, basically forcing you to let him check your phone in case you're messaging other dudes and being naughty for men besides him but gets defensive when you want to see his phone.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who refuses to eat you out but expects you to praise his cock with your slutty mouth and wet tongue.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t really care about your personal problems or pain, and whenever you tell him you’re hurting on the inside, he offers to let you come over to his house so that he can fuck you: “once my cock is inside you again, you’ll forget all about your sadness.”

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t use condoms because he ‘can’t feel anything’ when he wears them, so he just assumes that you’re on birth control when he cums inside you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who violates your privacy when he’s online gaming with his closest friends, Eren and Jean, as he tells them through the microphone about how tight and wet your pussy is and how much you enjoy being treated like a slut, your mouth full of his cock and pussy dripping with his cum… going as far as sending secretive videos he took of you to them where you’re whimpering and begging for Armin’s cock.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who pressures you to do risky things you don’t want to do, but you just can’t find the courage to say no to him when he stares at you with his intense blue eyes… like when he asks you to sit next to him in the back of the class then without your approval, sneaks his slender fingers into your panties and starts harshly playing with your clit. He devilishly smirks as you try to suppress your cries of disapproval. Or like when he convinces you to let him take videos of you when you’re in a position that exposes your slick cunt to him so well. Or even how he manipulates you into trying something new that you’ve never been comfortable with, like swallowing his thick cum, letting him put you in a full-nelson, maybe letting him choke you while he spits in your mouth.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who finally closes in on you, begging you to help him study for the upcoming test since he wasn’t paying attention in class because ‘you’re just so distracting’ to him, acting so smart and innocent and respectably in front of the teacher when Armin really knows that your slutty outfits and wet pussy says otherwise… so you excitedly go over to his dorm, thankful that finally it will be a normal get-together where you could actually find out more about Armin instead of finding out more about how he likes his cock sucked. Upon entering his dorm, it is apparent that he never planned on studying with you as his textbooks are nowhere to be found, and he is sitting on the couch half-naked with Netflix on the TV.

ᵔᴥᵔ “Oh hey, y/n, didn’t expect to see you here so soon,” he says nonchalantly. You unknowingly stare at his broad shoulders, his strong chest, and of course his V-line that is not hard to miss as he carelessly talks shit about his teachers. “See something you like?” arrogance seething from his teeth as he brushes back his blond hair. You don’t say anything as your face grows red. He takes your hand and leads you to the couch. “Come on, let’s watch something.”

ᵔᴥᵔ The sound of skin slapping drowns out the voices on the TV. You don’t even know how Armin managed to get you into this position again where you’re so submissive under him, giving into him yet again. He flips you over on your back, and he props himself up, looking over your figure that’s so pathetically displayed below him. You can see his angelic hair stick to his forehead as the sweat drips down his soft but sharp cheeks. The look in his eyes has gone dark, and his smile is sinister as if he was a predator about to devour a prey. He wickedly laughs as you grind your needy cunt against his hard cock. This is where he really gets mean.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin loves to degrade you like the whore you are, constantly reminding you just how easy you are to take advantage of, how easy you are to win over with just some dick, how easy it is to make your sloppy cunt squirt and tingle from multiple orgasms, how easy it is to make you whimper and beg for his thick cock to make a complete mess of your pussy.

ᵔᴥᵔ “You really didn’t think I invited you over just to study, did you?” he snickers as he cruelly and slowly thrusts into your aching cunt, making eye contact with you and grinning as your face turns red. He grabs your throat, choking you, and begins to thrust faster which pulls shaky moans from under your breath. He inches close to your ear and whispers, “you even came over here without wearing underwear under that short skirt of yours…” he switches to the other ear, “and when I started touching your dirty cunt during the movie, you were already so wet,” you shiver at his words. He pulls back and gives you a gentle slap with his left hand, his rings stinging your face, and uses his right hand to twist your perky nipples. He begins to laugh, “but I’m not surprised that a filthy slut like you - my filthy slut - would think of such impure thoughts during something as innocent as watching a movie.” Armin leans closer to your face again, still thrusting into you at a quick pace. His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin. He harshly grabs your mouth and tells you to open, which you submissively comply with, and he spits into your mouth which causes you to whimper. He smacks the side of your thigh. “You like being treated like some depraved slut don’t you?” You don’t reply, but the fluttering in your tight pussy says otherwise. He flips you onto your stomach, your breasts mushing into the couch, and without warning, he forces his girthy cock into your tight pussy. He is thrusting into you at an ungodly pace, making you scream and moan incoherent words. “What’s my little slut saying? Use your words, baby,” he teases. At this point, you can only call out his name. “A-armin…” He begins to torturously thrust into that one spot, and within seconds, you're bucking your hips, intensely squirting onto his couch and leaving a sopping wet dark spot. “Fucking whore, gonna have to buy a new couch because you can’t control your filthy cunt,” he growls into your ear. He quickly flips you over onto your back again, wanting to see your face. Your face is contorted with such pleasure; your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your mouth is wide open with drool dripping down your jaw. Armin shudders, his cock getting even harder in your tight pussy. “So hot… such a lewd slut.” He immediately brings out his phone, taking a picture. “Want me to show my friends what a cock-hungry whore you are?” You quickly nod. “So fucking pathetic,” he snarls. “I’m going to destroy your cunt, slut.” He shoves his warm tongue in your mouth, gently grabbing the hair on your foggy head. “I’m gonna break you in so bad,” he mumbles, wiping the tears from your face.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who maybe in fact does want to have that ‘relationship shit’ with you ~

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Requests are open, and feedback is appreciated <3

[mandoalorian]

sensational

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell is away on a business trip for work, and you’re missing him more than you anticipated.

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+ smut; guided masturbation, male masturbation, female masturbation, light degradation, edging, orgasm denial, phone sex, long distance after care 🥺

Authors note: I’ve missed writing. So here’s a little something for Maxie cuz I’ve missed him too :( <3

Maxwell had only been gone sixteen hours. He left at 6am, and it was currently: you rolled over to check the time on your bedside alarm clock. 10pm. You frowned, pulling the crushed velveteen blankets up to your chin. He was probably fast asleep now anyway— after the flight and a long day proposing business scheme after business scheme.

You missed him a lot. He promised to call you every morning and every night, so long as he wasn’t swamped at the office. That was his promise and truthfully, you thought you’d be okay. He was only due to be away for a week. You knew a lot of other long-distance couples had it much worse. But being alone in his big suburban house was more isolating than you had ever even considered. It felt empty without him, and it didn’t feel like home anymore.

At least tomorrow you’d get to see Alistair, so that was a plus. You mentally groaned as you remembered how you were going to have to visit Maxwell’s ex-wife in order to pick up his son. She didn’t seem to like you all that too much, and to be honest, you could probably do without the chore of visiting her every Tuesday evening and putting up with her crap. It would be okay though. Alistair was worth it.

Your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. Your smart, handsome and powerful boyfriend with the honey coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was always soft and warm— and a fantastic lover. Not only he was an excellent businessman, but he was also a brilliant father and a wonderful partner. He really was the perfect man for you.

You smiled wickedly to yourself as you remembered last night, and the antics you had both gotten up to before he had to leave in the morning. It was a long, passionate night. Your fingers ghosted over the love bites and bruises that were peppered across your neck and collarbones, and you gasped at the memory, a familiar heat rushing down your body.

If only he was here now… you two could’ve done it all over again.

Your glazed eyes flicked up to the telephone that was on your bedside table. You must’ve been staring at it for a good few minutes, contemplating things. Maxwell had scrawled the number to his hotel room down on a card before he’d left… just in case of an emergency.

You dipped your hand down to your cunt and felt your breathing hitch as you gathered all your slick on your fingers. You hadn’t realised just how wet you’d become.

Just call him. The devil on your shoulder urged. If he was sleeping, you certainly didn’t want to wake him but… surely there was no harm in an innocent goodnight call. At least then, you could hear his warm voice and his articulate words.

Maxwell Lord had you whipped.

Sighing, you took the phone from the hook and dialled his number. He answered on the first two rings.

“Hey honey,” he had a tired lilt to his voice, but just the depth and richness of his tone was enough to set a blaze in your tummy. “I was just about to go to bed,” he continued. “It’s late. Why are you still up?”

Yes, his voice was giving you everything you had desired, and more.

You swallowed thickly, your finger tracing lazy circles over your clit. “Mm couldn’t sleep. Was thinkin’ bout you.” you revealed, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If you could get off to his voice alone, without having him notice what you were doing, that would be perfect. If he did catch on that you were touching yourself without his permission though… that would be a different story. “Miss you.” you exhaled, your eyes snapping shut.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” Max sighed, and you could faintly hear him shuffle around in his bed, the sheets making a fuzzy noise on the other end of the line. “What— what were you thinking about?”

The question was a trap. You knew Max all too well. He was right to have his suspicions.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, and you tried to repress a longing whine as your finger involuntary picked up speed, like some kind of reflex reaction to his question. “S-stuff,” you stammered out when you felt your fingers begin to dampen and slip between your folds. But ‘S-stuff’ was hardly going to be good enough for Maxwell. You dipped two fingers inside you, surprised at how well they were stretching you. “Mm— Max, miss— I miss—“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, already close to pushing your first climax out.

“Princess?” Max asked. “You there?”

Your response was delayed but was followed by a stifled moan that wasn’t lost on Max whatsoever. “Need you.” you gasped out, dropping the phone to your pillow by your head so you could use your other hand to rub yourself.

The friction of your digits rubbing against that sweet spot and the way your index finger and middle finger curled up inside of you was too much. You could feel yourself coming undone.

“Oh,” Max omitted knowingly, unable to contain the small smirk that was crossing his lips. “Oh baby.”

He felt his cock twitch from the faint little whimpers you were making, and he slid his hand under the waistband of his light grey sweats, freeing his already semi-hard erection.

“Tell me princess,” Max hummed. “What ‘stuff’ were you thinking about?”

Fuck. You wanted to curse. He knew. He clearly knew you were touching yourself to the sound of his voice; probably thinking you were needy and desperate. But you were. You really were and you’d give anything just to feel his hands on you right now.

“S-so much,” you answered, trying your hardest to collect your thoughts for him. “Undressing me. Caressing me. Mm, you playing with my tits like you always do. Kissing them— sucking them. Biting…” you reluctantly pulled your finger from your clit and began to palm at your breasts. “Come home.”

The two words were practically begging him. You ached for him. Your entire body was burning with arousal and you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.

You knew it was a stupid request; and that he couldn’t just ‘come home’. But if you could have one wish— it would be for him to be on top of you right now, smothering you with kisses and whispering dirty little words into your ears.

“M-Max?” your voice was broken as you continued curling your fingers inside of you.

His fingers were wrapped around his own length now, pumping it as he imagined you sprawled out, naked on his king-sized bed. The grey sweats and white shirt had been long discarded onto the floor.

“I’m right here baby,” he assured, gathering the beads of milky white precum and rubbing it up and down his cock. “I’m here. Why— why don’t you take my pillow and grind your pretty pussy over it hm? I know you can get off like that, you dirty girl.”

Another uncontrollable whine omitted from your lips at his light degradation. You followed his orders, knowing better than to disobey. Taking his pillow, you got on your knees and positioned it in between your legs, holding the phone to your ear as you began to thrust your hips.

You imagined it be his lap. You’d rubbed yourself over his thighs plenty of times, making a mess of his designer pants and creating stains not even the drycleaner’s could remove. His pillow still vaguely smelt of his apple scented shampoo and it only spurred you on even more.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Maxwell grunted. “My pretty girl. What are you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure rifed through your veins. “I’m your pretty girl.” you confirmed, feeling your cheeks heat up when Max chuckled.

It was a sensation overload— and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last. Maxwell knew too, judging by the way your moans picked up and became jagged. “God— Ma-Mmm—Max,” your thoughts were fuzzy and jumbled as you increased your pace. You wanted to feel something inside of you again. Your fingers or a dildo or— something, anything. But you weren’t even sure if you’d get the chance. “I’m so close,” you warned. “Gonna— gonna cum—“

“No,” Max said darkly, his voice having lowered an octave. “Roll on your back princess, and pull the pillow off you.”

You wanted to cry. You knew he always liked to play these games.

“B—but,” you choked out, wanting to finish and reach your orgasm.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

He was using that scary business voice. The one you often overheard when he was on the phone with partners or associates. Reluctantly you pulled the pillow away from your weeping cunt put it back in its place.

“O-okay,” you mused, wiping the tears that had pricked at the corner of your eyes as you changed position and got comfortable on your back, just like he’d instructed.

“I wish I was with you sweetheart, wish I could fuck your little pussy. How wet are you?”

“Very.” you replied exasperated, desperately waiting for him to let you touch yourself again.

“Show me,” Maxwell smiled wickedly. “Move the phone in between your legs and finger yourself. I want to hear you.”

You frantically followed his instruction and inserted your two fingers inside of you, pushing them deep and curling them upwards so they hit that hot, spongey sweet spot. Your legs were shaking and your back was arched over top of the satin sheets as you panted your boyfriend’s name.

Max was more than thrilled to hear the squelching wet noise that echoed throughout the comfort of yours and his shared bedroom, with every thrust and curl of your fingers. It felt good but… it just wasn’t him.

Now his own broken gasps were audible. You loved to hear him. He always got loud when he was close. That’s how you knew he was about to finish. “So— so good. Sweetest cunt in the whole fuck—fucking world. When I come home I— gonna fuck you so hard.” he promised in between shaky breaths.

Your lips curled into a grin and you arched your back as your slick dipped down the softness of your inner thighs. After all the edging and over stimulation, there was no way you were going to last. This was exactly what you wanted; Max may not have been physically there but his voice alone had always worked wonders.

“Can we— can we cum togeth—“ your request was fuzzled by the way you buried your head into your pillow, feeling a warm flush of heat race to your core.

“Yes,” Max cut you off impatiently. “Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, I don’t think I can hold it—“

“You can baby, you can. I’m going to count down from three and we’ll cum together. Okay?”

You were a screaming sweating mess at this point, and his countdown couldn’t have felt any slower. Three seconds felt like three years as you mustered all your will to obey him.

“Three, two, one—“

He didn’t even say zero. The countdown was followed by a long groan falling from his lips as his milky white seed spilt all over his fist and his tummy. His cry pushed you over the edge and you released your own climax, spasming and shaking on his side of the bed.

You curled up under his sheets, still shaky, and pulled the phone back to your ear. “Hi,” you whispered sheepishly. “That was good.” you bit down on your lip, smiling to yourself. Your own voice was a little hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling himself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” you admitted with a huff, relishing in his cologne scented blankets.

“Wish I was there to clean you up,” Max sighed, and for a split second, he pondered the consequences of catching the next flight home.

He always took care of you after sex, paying a meticulous amount of detail to how you acted after your moments of shared intimacy. He’d fetch you water and wipe away any mess with a warm wash cloth. Sometimes he’d even help you into some cozy pyjamas or one of his shirts.

“I can go clean myself up, don’t worry about me,” you hummed in contentment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect baby,” he grinned “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I can let you go—“

“No,” you cut him off, clutching onto the phone not wanting him to leave. Yeah you’d missed the amazing sex but truthfully, you’d missed him the most. “Can we uhm, can we just stay here on the phone together? Fall asleep together? I— I want you to be there when you wake up.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t see a problem with your request. In fact, he thought it was a wonderful idea.

“Yeah, of course honey,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna go wipe myself down. You should do the same.”

“O-okay,” you sniffed. “I love you. I won’t be long.”

When you returned, Max was already waiting for you. “Princess?” he called, when he heard you shuffle back into bed.

“Hiya,” you giggled, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sleepy.” you admitted, your statement followed by a yawn.

Max chuckled. “Has my girl worn herself out?”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah.”

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go sleep.” Max hummed, resting the phone by his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Okay, good night Maxie.” you mused softly.

“Good night honey.” He returned, before you both fell asleep.

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[dalishthunder]

Imagine....dualscar being tense and grumpy from a nights work on the ship...sitting down in his chair and reader comes out behind him to start rubbing at his shoulders....he has appearances to keep and doesn't like loosening his posture much but it's so hard not to melt under those warm hands

I actually wrote something that went down like that.... let me find it for you. It's between a servant reader and dualscar.... if that is your cup of tea (I'll put it under the cut in case it's not).

But just the thought of him melting..........

“Would you like me to go…?” You asked him, hoping beyond hope that he would say yes. It had been a while since you’d gotten a good sleep in. His first mate always had a task for you to do. Always. Without fail, something else. But if you slipped out now, maybe you could sneak back to your hammock before the sun rose.

He didn’t even turn his head to look at you as he spoke into his pillow.“I need your tiny little hands, there’s a knot in my shoulders. Work it out.” He unclasped his cloak and tossed it to the ground. Lovely.

You sighed, standing up and walking over to the bed. His armor was still on of course, but you weren’t going to mention that, no need to doff that if you didn’t need to. You just wanted this over as soon as possible… and with any luck he’d fall straight to sleep. You really, really hoped he was sleepy drunk.

Your fingers began to rub little circles at first at the top of the shoulders first.

“Harder.”

You applied more pressure.

“No. No, angles off. You should know by now how I like it.” He snipped, voice muffled by his pillow.

You ground your teeth, but hopped up onto the bed and straddled his back, kneading the base of his shoulder blades. He allowed it for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’re going to have to take off the armor, sweetheart. I can barely feel you.”

“Of course.”

“’Of course’ what?”

“Of course, sir.” Your nostrils flared as you found the buckles on the side, working the stiff leather until it finally came loose. He shifted so you could slide it off of him leaving him only in a lavender silk chemise and pants.

Your palms pressed firmly into his back and you dragged up, eliciting a deep moan from the man below you.

“That’s the ticket.” The troll hissed, arching his back into your touch. You worked your fingers into his muscles, another shameless moan escaping his lips. “Just like that.”

Dualscar The Orphaner, Feeder of the Deep One wasn’t usually so… vocal.

“Mindfang is just so infuriating.”He moped. “That’s the third trade ship this sweep that she’s raided… the third fuckin’ one! That ship had off-world product on it! Four hundred and thirteen kilos of Timoorian steel just gone. She’s probably selling it off to the rebellion for a killing. It'd be endearing were she not such a piss poor kismesis…. She does this all the time. Wind me up with enough hatred to turn my bloodpump black then just fuck off to glub knows where doing glub knows what just leaving me stewing in my own concupiscent rage.”

Ah. He was chatty drunk tonight….

He went on and on as you worked his muscles, babbling like a brook. Mindfang this. The Condesce and Gl'Bgolyb that. You wanted nothing more than to zone out, but a talkative drunk could slip up information that could be used against him. So you listened, giving a thoughtful hum whenever the situation demanded, learning more and more about the intergalactic price of raw dafad wool against your will.

His monologue began to peter off after what felt like hours.

“Do you know why I chose you to be my personal attendant?” He asked suddenly, propping himself up just a bit.

“Because you’re not threatened by me.” You replied without hesitation. “And even if I tried anything an ocean surrounds us so there’s nowhere for me to go.”

“Well don’t we have a smarty pants here… Didn’t realize you could talk so much.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” You muttered under your breath.

Dualscar turned his head to grin at you cheekily, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you under him. “So small.” He murmured. “With such a smart little mouth.”

He was intimidating even on the best of days, but pinned by his weight with his face only inches from your own…. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly as you caught a glimpse of his shark-like teeth.

“Such fragile skin.” His grin widened, teeth so sharp…. So sharp, you could swear you saw serration on the edges. Not the uneven rows of a bull or mako shark… but the perfect even triangles of a great white. The troll bent his head down, tracing his lips along your jaw and down your neck. “I could kill you right now.” His breath was cool against your skin, the bristly hair on his chin scratching against you. “It would be so easy….” He dragged his teeth along the length of your throat, just hard enough for you to feel it.

“… To rip your windpipe right out with my teeth.”

It was all you could do to keep still as he gently bit down, cold sweat covering your skin. No self defense class had prepared you for this. You could feel your limbs trembling as you stared up at the ceiling, view obscured by his bright orange horns.

“Not that I would of course,” He murmured into your neck, chuckling as he pulled back just enough to plant a soft kiss where his teeth had been a moment ago.

You exhaled shakily, and he pressed his lips against your throat again, laughing. “There’s nothing to be scared of… I’m not actually going to hurt you.”

You gave a nervous chuckle, hyper-aware as the prickle of his stubble left your skin as he brought his face back up, pupils blown wide as his eyes met yours, cheeks flushed a deep lilac hue. Your breath hitched in your chest….

Dualscar was a handsome man, Probably one of the most handsome men you had met; Troll or human. High cheekbones, thick black hair, violet eyes framed by golden sclera and long dark lashes… even the thin jagged lines that scarred his otherwise perfect face gave him character.

He loomed over you, his weight on your arms was almost unbearably uncomfortable at this point, pins and needles prickling along your veins, as his eyes bored into your own. Until he closed them, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours gently as though testing the waters. You melted against him faster than you would ever care to admit, and you could feel the smile on his lips. His fingers lit fires under your skin as they slid down your arm to your waist and up against the small of your back. How long had it been since you’d felt the comfort of an embrace…?

Passionate. Insistent. Desperate.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. You could taste sea salt and his drink, bitter and slightly citrusy, on his lips… So different from what you were used to.

His cool skin was a balm to the heated way he kissed you. You gasped as he groped your ass, claws pricking through the fabric of your pants, taking the opportunity to unceremoniously shove his tongue in your mouth. He absolutely reeked of alcohol but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, getting lost in the cold, foreign feeling as he explored your mouth.

You followed as he retreated, nipping his lower lip before running your tongue along it. He moaned, breath ragged as you dragged your nails along his scalp and behind his fins. You kissed him deeply, hands curling around his horns.

He gabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, Dualscar’s voice just a low growl in your ear.

“No.”

You whined as he nipped your jaw, lathing over the spot with his cool tongue. His free hand slipping under your shirt, blunted claws scraping against your skin as he kissed along your jawline and back up to your mouth. It was hot and needy, grinding his groin against your leg.

You pulled back, ducking your head to kiss his neck. He moaned, hand exploring your chest, thumb rubbing over a nipple, sending a shiver down your spine.

After a few more minutes, of licking and sucking his neck, careful to avoid the sharp plates in his gills, he finally sat up, breath ragged as he looked at you. Nudging you off the bed.

It was unexpected… and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done something wrong before he spoke once more.

“Now strip.” He was looking at you with a lazy smile, sitting upright, legs crossed.

You flushed, pausing for a moment, mouth slightly agape. The kissing, the groping, the humping… you had figured it would lead up to this, but you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure, plenty of people had seen you naked before, but this was far from your forte. It wasn’t that you were a prude or anything… but it had been longer than you’d like to admit. In your younger years you had been so focused on excelling in school, and completing college that romance hadn’t been your primary concern. You’d had a couple of datemates, but it usually didn’t last very long anyways. And since you’d landed on Alternia it wasn’t like you even really thought about romance… probably something about too busy trying to survive to really care.

You must have been taking too long because Dualscar reached out and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your palm, dragging his sharp teeth along your skin. Giving you an altogether disarmingly charming smile.

[lugialagia]

A curious video

Summary : Peter is now leaving in the compound with the Avengers. One day, Tony finds the boy’s laptop open and as he was curious, he couldn’t help but to sneak around. And what he finds will not leave him indifferent.

Ship/Pairing : Starker (Tony x Peter)

Words : 2,521

TW!: smut, swearing

AN: Peter is +18. This is my first time writing smut in a fic!

It was a fairly normal day for Tony. He didn’t sleep much, stayed in his lab for most of the night to work on several projects. And when the morning came, he prepared himself a cup of coffee. Well, more like three to be honest. Better coffee than alcohol, right?  

Then, he went downstairs to the gym and started his training like any other day. Because after all, he was an Avenger, he needed to stay in shape to save the world. After an hour and half, he stopped and walked back to his bedroom to take a shower to wipe out the sweat from his body.

Now clean, Tony made his way to the lounge where the kitchen was. He needed something in his stomach after his sport. Making his way there, he grabbed something in the fridge to eat and walked toward the couch, plopping down on it and relaxing.  

That's when he noticed the open laptop on the coffee table. It was Peter's. Tony had let him stay at the compound for his studies. It was closer to MIT than May's apartment and when he needed training of improvement on his suit, Tony was right downstairs. And it was better for the man because he secretly liked the youngest male. 

Peter was cute and smart, he loved science and physics, everything interested him and Tony loved to have him around in the lab. That's how he started to develop feelings for Peter. But he never said anything about this. Peter was young and he…wasn’t. It would be weird and he would be considered like a pervert.  

As he was very curious and he liked to know what Peter was working on, he decided to be a little weasel. So he took the laptop on his lap and opened the document with all his files. Some names he recognized since they worked on it already, and some very unknown. He clicked on one file and looked at the document and the images. It was a science project for school. And it looked pretty good to be honest. Tony will let him do this alone, he didn’t need him for that, else he would have come to him already. Then Tony looked at another one. It seemed to be a sort of robot that could do some tasks for disabled people. Such a nice boy...

That’s when his eyes wandered on a file with a curious name ‘xTx’. Yeah, what a strange name. Usually, Peter was very clean with the name of his files, he liked to name them clearly because he often forgot what it was with code name. Clicking on it, the file opened to only a video, no documents. Once again, strange. Tony then decided to watch the video. What was his surprise when he saw the youngest male, naked, on his bed, fucking himself with a toy as he pumped his cock while moaning some sweet ‘sir’ from time to time. “Fuck...” Tony groaned. Oh he couldn’t help but to watch. His gaze couldn’t look at something else and he couldn’t close the video player.  

It had been quite a while since Tony wanted to see this. To see Peter naked, on his bed, with his shaft buried deep inside him. Now that he had the sight in front of his eyes, the billionaire wanted to see it in real life, to touch his smooth skin and to mark him. His cock was already half hard from just that. Fortunately for him, he was all alone in the compound this morning. So he didn’t hesitate to bury his hand into his pant and started to caress his bulge and stroke his length when he was hard enough. ‘Oh please sir, fuck me hard.’ Tony let out a low growl at that, gripping his own cock tight. “I’ll definitely fuck you hard, yes.” A mere moment after, when Peter was close, Tony didn’t expect for him to call his name. ‘Fuck- ah! Tony!’ With that, the genius came in his pants, panting, trying to collect himself and to think about what was in this video.  

Did he really heard his name falling from the boy’s lips? Yes, definitely. Did he just watch a sex tape of Peter? Oh yes. Should he tell him about it? He wasn’t sure. Peter would very much be mad. But...if the boy said his name, it was because he felt the same way? Or at least he was finding him attractive and wanted a good fuck. But who wouldn’t, honestly? Well, Tony had the whole day to think about it while working in the lab.

***  

When Peter was finally back from school, he immediately went in the lab to find Tony. “Hey Tony! You will never know what hap- what's wrong?” The boy interrupted himself when he saw Tony, arms crossed over his chest. “Am I in trouble?” he asked with a slight frown. “Depends.” Tony replied as he stood up to face Peter. “I found something really interesting this morning and I have the whole day to think about it.”  

Peter blinked a few times and grinned widely. “Did you find a way to make a spaceship?!” Tony clicked his tongue and took a step further, standing a few inches away from the boy. “No. I’m talking about you.” he said with a low voice. “M-me?” Peter started to lose his confidence. “What have I done?” he asked, backing away. Tony followed him and when Peter couldn’t go anywhere anymore, he cupped his chin firmly. “Your laptop was opened, so I looked at your project and I found a very naughty video that wasn’t a science project at all.” He purred.

Peter’s brown eyes widened and he gulped loudly. “O-oh shit...fuck I- please don’t be mad!” Tony raised a brow and grinned. “Mad? Oh sweetheart, do you really think I'd be mad for seeing you fucking that cute dildo while moaning my name?” he asked, pressing their crotch together. “Quite the contrary here.” he smirked, Peter letting out a surprised yelp when he felt Tony’s erection against him. “Maybe I do want to hear my name falling from your lips here and now, what to you say?” Tony asked with a devious grin. “Please...” Peter whispered desperately.

The next second, Tony’s lips were on his. Peter melted instantly against the man, wrapping his arms around his neck as Tony kept a hand on his jaw and the other on his waist. When the kiss deepened, the youngest let out a soft content sigh and tried to fight back Tony’s tongue, but it was already a lost battle. The genius was exploring his mouth with passion, grinding his hips against the other who was becoming hard with all the friction.  

Tony pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss and nibble at Peter's neck, leaving trail of little bruises, marking the boy's skin, marking him as his. Peter let out soft moans as the man's lips were traveling on his neck. “Please Tony...I need more.” he pleaded, his cock aching in his pants. Tony chuckled and quickly worked on Peter's pants, freeing his cock and pumping it slowly. “Take off your shirt for me.” Of course, Peter obeyed immediately.  

The young man never thought this could happen for real. It was a dream. He had dreamt about this moment since years. Even before he met Tony. He had always been a fan of his work and when he was a teenager, he often had wet dream about the man. And the crush transformed into love when he started to see him almost everyday. Of course, he didn’t say anything because he thought it would be weird. And he was still minor at that time...

“Perfect.” Tony purred. “Better in real life than on a video.” he smirked. Peter blushed and his cock was leaking on Tony's hand. “T-thank you.” Peter said shyly. “Tell me, do you often touch yourself thinking about me?” The man asked and Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah fuck all the time.” he moaned when Tony squeezed him a bit harder. “What a dirty boy.” Tony smirked. Oh he loved this answer, of course. “Get on your knees for me, want to see my cock in your pretty mouth.” Tony said cupping the other’s jaw.  

Immediately, the youngest sank to his knees and worked on his pants, moaning appreciatively when he saw Tony’s large cock. “Like what you see, baby?” Tony asked with a smirk. Peter bit his lower lip and nodded. “Yeah.” he whispered and without wasting any more moment, wrapped his lips around the pink tip. Tony hissed at the sensation, the warm and wet lips surrounding his sensitive cock. “Yeah fuck baby, suck me good and I’ll fuck you like you always dreamt.” the man said sliding a hand into Peter’s soft hair. Loving the praise –and the promise of a good fuck- Peter pushed more of his shaft into his mouth, humming at the taste and bobbing his head at a steady pace.

Tony was enhanced by the sight, to see his cock disappearing into the boy’s mouth was something beautiful. He imagined this scene a lot of time but the reality was ten times better. “Such a good boy. Pleasing me so well.” Tony purred. “Fuck, you’re so pretty down there.” Peter looked up, his innocent brown eyes blown with lust as his tongue teased the large vein under his length. This was mind-blowing for Tony. Sure, he had a lot of sex and partners and experience, but even the simplest things done by Peter were a hundred times better. Gripping his hair tighter, Tony gave him the hint to take more into his mouth. And that’s what Peter did. He took him in the back of his throat –with a bit of struggle and gag- but he still managed to take him whole. His trainings weren’t done for nothing in the end. Because Peter trained to deep-throat his toy just in case the day would come where he would have Tony’s real cock inside his mouth.  

“Ah fuck!” Tony let out a low growl, his head tilted backward. “So good baby. Fuck- you're doing so well.” he praised, lightly bucking his hips up. Peter's cheeks were flushed and tears were prickling in his eyes as he tried not to gag or choke. He was so happy that Tony was loving what he did, that he was pleasured by his mouth and his ministrations. The mam was loving this so much that he was already feeling close. He lightly tugged on the boy's hair to pull him off. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop now. I'd like to, but I really want to fuck you.” he purred. Peter looked up at him with glissening eyes and lip. What a sight for the billionaire. “Lay on the couch baby boy.” Tony ordered softly.  

“Yes sir.” Peter replied, immediately standing up and getting rid of his pants and underwear. Then he walked toward the couch and laid on his back, instantly spreading his legs, one propped up on the back of the couch and the other staying in the ground. Tony observed him with dark eyes, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. “What a beautiful sight.” he purred, watching how Peter's cock was red, leaking and needy. “Please sir, I need you. I have thought about you for so long… I want to feel you.” he pleaded softly.

Obviously, Tony couldn’t help but to comply. He wanted this so much too. Walking toward him, the man pulled off his clothes, letting them fall on the ground. There he stood, in his naked glory, in front of Peter. Tanned skin and muscles well shaped even for his age, the white scar on his chest contrasting with the rest of his skin. He was handsome. So much. And Peter was liking this a lot. Tony was even better that what he ever imagined. Tony then leaned over him, brushing their cocks together. “Are you ready to take me, baby boy?” Tony asked cupping his jaw.  

“Y-yes! Please I want it so much, sir.” Peter whined. Tony grinned and softly pressed the tip of his cock against Peter's rim. Then, he slowly pushed in, stretching his hole until he was completely buried inside of the boy. Peter's breath itched as he was being filled. Tony was bigger than his toy and he loved this so much. When he was finally relaxed, he let out the biggest moan ever, making Tony's skin shivering with excitement. “So tight baby.” the man groaned a little frown forming on his forehead. “And you're so big, sir.” Peter replied with another moan. Feeling overly confident, the older one started to move, slowly thrusting at first to get used to the feeling, he quickly improved his movement when the boy under him was letting out moans over and over again.  

Leaning down, Tony pulled Peter into a heated kissing session, plunging his tongue inside his mouth as one of his hands started to rub and pinch his nipple. Peter’s cock was throbbing hard, leaking on his stomach while Tony pounded into him, hitting his prostate. “Fuck!” Peter screamed, arching his back to put more pressure on the cock inside him. “P-please do that again! Oh fuck, that felt so good!” Tony laughed softly at that, smirking against his lips and pinching his nipple hard. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll make you see stars.” He said in a deep and low voice, thrusting hard and fast into him. Peter was a moaning mess and his legs were shaking, his rim clenching around Tony and his cock ready to spill his seed.  

“Please Tony-” Peter whined, tears prickling in his eyes with the wonderful warm and intense pleasure he was feeling. Of course, Tony was on the edge too, so he gripped the boy’s cock and pumped it hard. “I want you to cum for me, baby boy. Cum and I’ll reward you with mine in your pretty ass.” he ordered in a low voice. Immediately, Peter complied and came hard on his chest, so hard that some even hit his neck, a loud moan of Tony’s name escaping his lips. At the sight, the billionaire couldn’t contain himself anymore and came hard, shooting his seed inside Peter while his teeth sank into the flesh right above his heart.

Taking a bit of time to take their breath after their mind-blowing climax, they stayed in that position, panting. After a moment, Tony gently pulled out with a light hiss and looked up at Peter. “You doing good there baby?” he asked. “Y-yeah.” Peter whispered. “It was...wow... You’re just...wow.” Honestly, he was at loss of words. “Yeah, just like you.” Tony chuckled and pecked his lips softly. “Now, next time I’ll see a porn video on your computer...I’ll use every toy I possess, on you.” he smirked. Peter laughed softly, closing his eyes as he felt tired. “Is that a threat, Tony?” he asked. “It’s a promise.” Tony replied, whispering into his ear.

[mochegato]

Nannyette

Chapter 5 – Fairies Don’t Just Fly

Chapter 1          Chapter 4

“Just a quick in and out, right Tim?” Kon looked pointedly at Tim.  “Because I have plans with Cassie.”

“Right, just in and out.  I just need to grab the files from his room and we can leave.” Tim assured him quickly.

Kon stared at him, disbelief radiating from his entire being, because he knew Tim was lying.  To himself or to Kon, maybe both, but if Marinette was there, Tim was not going to leave quickly.  Something would come up.  Something needing his immediate attention and then naturally, he couldn’t just leave.  She might need help reaching something or she might need a break or she might have some valuable insights on… it didn’t really matter, Tim would come up with something.  “I’m holding you to that.”  He pointed at him threateningly.

Tim gave him a reassuring smile as he unlocked the door, calling out to them as they walked through to give Marinette and Mar’i a warning before they walked in on them.  He turned toward the living room and froze in his tracks, Kon running into him, almost bowling him over.  

Marinette was kneeling in the middle of the room pulling warm clothes over Mar’i’s swimsuit.  Marinette meanwhile clearly hadn’t gotten the chance to pull all her clothes on before helping Mar’i with hers.  She was in just an unbuttoned oxford shirt over her bikini.  It wasn’t a particularly revealing bikini but it didn’t have to be for Tim.  He had a hard time forming coherent thoughts when she was wrapped in a blanket.  But in a bikini?  Thank God breathing was an involuntary act because if it wasn’t, he would be dead now.

Marinette looked up at him in mild surprise before giving him a blinding smile.  “Hey guys, Kori said you guys were stopping by.”  Tim could feel his face turning purple as Marinette sauntered over to them, her open Oxford shirt swaying as she walked.  She held out her hand and looked at Kon with a strained smile. “It’s nice to meet you Kon.”

Kon smiled back at her, shaking her hand. “And you too.  Tim’s mentioned you… a lot.”

Tim fought the urge to punch him for the comment but Marinette didn’t seem to notice.  “That’s nice.  He’s mentioned you as well.  It’s nice to put a face to the name.  Dick said the stuff is in their room.”  She turned back to Mar’i, expecting Tim and Kon to move on, but Tim was still frozen in his tracks gaping at her, struggling to breathe.  

When she didn’t hear any movement behind her she looked back at them with concern.  “You okay, Tim?”

Kon bumped into him as casually as he could to knock him out of his daze.  “Yeah,” he started louder than he meant to.  Regulating volume was definitely a voluntary act and definitely required more brain power than he was capable of right now.  “Yeah,” he said again at a closer to normal volume this time.  “What a coincidence.  We were going to the pool too.”

Kon looked over at him in barely hidden shock, “We were?” he whispered.  Tim jabbed an elbow into his side and gave Marinette a strained smile.

“Oh, that’ll be fun.  Did you guys want to walk with us?”  She asked kindly.  Spending the day with Tim in a swimsuit, with his boyfriend, wasn’t exactly her idea of a great afternoon, but she knew Mar’i would love it.

Mar’i was jumping up and down next to her. “Yes, yes, yes.  Come with us!”

Tim’s smile turned a bit more strained, “Uh, sure. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” He turned to Kon and whispered as quietly as he could, “You need to go through Dick’s window and get our trunks as quickly as possible.”

Kon glowered at him, “No, no I don’t.  You promised.”

“Bikini, Kon.  She’s wearing a bikini.”  

Kon gave him an unimpressed look.  “We’ve both seen hundreds of women in bikinis and never cared.”

Tim gave him a pleading look, “But it’s Marinette.  Please, please do this for me.  Please.” His eyes turned desperate.

Kon sighed in defeat and rolled his eyes. “You’re paying for my and Cassie’s next date.  And it won’t be cheap.”  He turned away from Tim’s triumphant eyes.  “I’ll just grab our trunks from Dick’s room.  That’s what we were here for anyway.”

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“I can't breathe.” Tim whispered to Kon as they walked toward the indoor pool a short distance behind Marinette and Mar’i after having removed and stored everything but their swimsuits and towels. He now had an unobstructed view of Marinette in her bikini and his lungs were starting to rebel.

“You can breathe.” Kon rolled his eyes at Tim.

“No, no, I can't breathe.” Tim repeated, panic clear in his eyes.

“Tim, you can breathe.  You're fine.  Stop it.”

“No, really I can't.  Look at her.  I can't.  I can't breathe.  I'm going to pass out.” Tim stopped and bent over trying to gasp for breath.

“Well, that'll be sexy. I'm sure she'll go for that.” Kon responded calmly, continuing to walk forward without looking back.

Tim glared at him, focusing on his annoyance instead of Marinette until his breathing slowed down.  It wasn’t enough that she was sweet and smart and strong and skilled, she had to be sexy too?  It was just playing dirty, really.

He was finally brought out of his thoughts when he heard Mar’i, Marinette, and Kon laughing as they splashed Kon.  He smiled at the scene.  Marinette looked over at him with a brilliant smile, “You coming in?”

He smiled back at her, an edge of nervousness still present.  He jumped into the pool, creating as big a splash as he could in the shallow water. Mar’i and Marinette giggled at the movement.  Mar’i ran over to the kiddie slide to hide.  Tim walked up behind Kon, keeping his eyes on Marinette, “Make sure I don't drown.”

Kon rolled his eyes but bumped his shoulder with his own.  “I got your dork ass.”

“That’s all I ask.” Tim nodded at him solemnly, making his way over to Mar’i and Marinette.

“Since when,” Kon scoffed quietly, following him over.

“Look at the mermaids, Marinette!  They’re like the mermaids from Peter Pan.” Mar’i grinned up at her, before her eyes grew wide.  “We should play Peter Pan!  Kon can be Peter and I can be Tinker Bell because we can fly.”

Kon’s eyes grew wide and he looked over to Tim in a panic, trying to catch his eye.  Mar’i was revealing their secret to Marinette, but Tim wasn’t concerned at all. He understood Tim’s interest in her, but he knew better than to throw away their secret identities.  Why wasn’t he reacting?  Surely he wasn’t that far gone.

Marinette smiled at her and crouched down next to her, “but we don’t fly at the pool silly, we swim.”  Kon stared at her and back to Tim.  Did she… did she know?  “But you can still be a fairy.  Fairies don’t just fly, you know.”  She leaned in as if to pass on an extremely important secret.  “I should know, I’m best friends with a few.”

Mar’i considered her explanation and finally nodded in agreement.  “I can be a swimming fairy!” She exclaimed excitedly.  “And Marinette can be Wendy and Tim can be… Captain Hook!”

“Why am I the villain?” Tim asked with a mock pout.

“Because you’re important and all the other main people are taken.”  She looked at him and cocked her head to the side, studying him carefully.  “I guess you could be Michael…” she mused quietly. “He liked to pout a lot too.”

Tim’s mouth dropped in mock offense.  Marinette tried to stifle her giggles but Kon flat out laughed hard enough he had doubled over.  Tim collapsed on Marinette’s shoulder, needing the support after that blow to his ego. Well, he didn’t need to lean on her, but he did it anyway.  With his head buried in his arm, he missed the way Marinette flushed deeply at the contact.  Kon however, was front and center for it.  He smirked at the reaction.

“How about we let Tim choose.” Marinette suggested instead, moving reluctantly away from Tim and his outrageously, unfairly toned, almost naked body.  “He can be Hook, or Michael, or another fairy, or a mermaid, or… oooohhhh he could be the Tick Tock Croc and try to get us!”

Tim grinned maliciously “Tick” he said quietly crouching down low.  “Tock” he moved closer to Mar’i who squealed in delight.

“Marinette save me!  Save me!” She giggled trying to run to Marinette but falling in the water. She turned toward Tim, still in scrambling in the water, a smile on her face.

Marinette rushed over to her and grabbed her out of the water trying to back away from Tim who was still moving slowly toward them to the tune of “Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock”.

“He’s getting close!” Mar’i called loudly with a smile.  

“Oh no!” Marinette grinned back at her before shifting her expression to mock seriousness.  “Time for plan B.  Kon, come take care of your man while I save the fairy.”

“Nuh uh,” Kon shook his head.  “He’s not my man. I take no responsibilities for him outside of… uh… cases.” Kon quickly looked for a replacement for missions. “He’s totally up for grabs.” He winked at Marinette.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds unsure of what he meant, trying to process what he said.  Did he… did he mean they weren’t dating?  Did Tim think they were but Kon didn’t?  Oh God, poor Tim!  She was shaken out of her thoughts by Mar’i shifting in her arms, “He’s almost got us!” she squealed.  

Marinette turned back to Tim who was just a few feet away now and had dark pink dusting his cheeks for some reason, probably Kon saying they weren’t together.  Her heart tightened in sympathy for him.  But she wasn’t going to let Tim suffer.  She was going to make this fun for him and distract him from what Kon had said.  She gave Mar’i a determined look.  “I’ll hold him off, Kon can save you.  Kon, catch in 3, 2, 1.” She called to him before tossing Mar’i to him.  Mar’i landed in the water just in front of Kon, whose arms were around her before her arms reached the water and pulling her up, her face set with an overjoyed expression.

“I’ve got you fairy princess,” Kon grinned at her. They both looked back to see Marinette trying to hold off Tim.  He jumped at her, grabbing her around the waist as they fell into the water.  She popped up out of the water and wiped the water out of her eyes.  She looked around quickly to gain her bearings before seeing Tim who just emerged with a devious grin.  She narrowed her eyes playfully and jumped toward him, putting her hands on his shoulders to push him down.  Tim went under the water but pushed back up quickly, grabbing her around the waist again, lifting her out of the water and holding her so she couldn’t get him again. She giggled and squirmed in his arms before shifting her weight and twisting so she fell to the side, taking him with her.  She pushed back up to the surface and turned to Kon and Mar’i, “Go!  I don’t know how much longer I can distract h...”  Tim grabbed her again before she could finish her sentence, swinging her around with a laugh she matched.

Kon leaned over to Mar’i’s ear.  “I bet she could distract him for the rest of the day without even trying.”

Mar’i nodded at him completely missing the implication, “Yeah, she’s pretty entertaining and he always seems to get distracted by her. Not as much as her though.  She’s always falling for him.” She shook her head at the memories.  Her eyes suddenly lit up and she straightened up in Kon’s arms.  “Oh, they should go on a date.”

Kon smiled conspiratorially at her, “We should work on that.  We can come up with some ideas, but it will be a secret.”  He held a finger to his lips.

Mar’i smiled back and nodded at him.  “I won’t tell.”

They looked back over to Marinette and Tim in time to see Marinette slip on a slick patch of pool floor.  Tim reached out to pull her back up, wiping the hair out of her eyes with a concerned look.  Marinette flushed deeply at the contact.  “I don’t think we’ll have to work that hard at all,” Kon commented with a smile.

Chapter 6

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@timari-month-event, @ichigorose @stainedglassm @better-toast @theymakeupfairies @trippingovermyfeet

[bqstqnbruin]

Rinks and rouxes

Ok we’re ignoring so many things here as we normally do when I drop a fic. So first, we’re ignoring the fact that the plural of roux is roux and not rouxes like I have in the title because it sounds weird with English. We’re ignoring typos because no matter how many times I try to catch them all, I never do. We’re ignoring that this is being posted at like three am as well. And then there has to be something else that I’m forgetting but whatever.

This is the longest fic I’ve written as a one off fic so I hope you like this! This is for the lovely @slapshot-to-the-heart​ for the @hockeynetwork​ winter gift exchange (sorry I didn’t get this to you sooner but I was a mess this semester with grad school oop).

Enjoy!

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You were excited for the first few days in a while where you didn’t have to wake up to an alarm. A few mornings to sleep in, the sunshine pouring in through the windows, Quinn’s snoring filling the room in the bed next to yours. The boys had rented a cabin for New Years, having a rare few days off before and after the holiday to mess around somewhere outside of Vancouver. 

You were not expecting to be woken up three mornings in a row to a smoke alarm sounding in the kitchen because whoever made breakfast burnt something again. 

You sit up, groaning, rubbing your eyes. “Do you think they caught something on fire or do you think we can risk staying in bed?” 

Quinn sits up with a yawn, shaking his head. Before he can say anything, the alarm stops, yelling coming from the kitchen. “I think we should stay up here in case someone gets killed. Don’t wanna be a witness.”

The two of you laugh, the yells getting louder from the kitchen as the smoke alarm sounds again. “You guys make so much money and yet you insist on almost burning the house down every meal,” you say, watching Quinn get out of his bed, no shirt on. You tried not to stare at your best friend, but, fuck, seeing every inch of his torso just there, you were failing hard at not looking.

You grew up with Brock, getting introduced to his teammates shortly after moving to Vancouver for school, hitting it off with Quinn incredibly fast. To say that you had a crush on him was probably an understatement, falling hard and falling fast for the boy no matter how much you were convinced he didn’t feel the same about you. You figured whatever feelings you had would pass eventually. 

But that was three years ago. The feelings had not faded. 

And now, the two of you were sharing a room in this cabin, praying that what you smelled was not an actual fire coming from the kitchen. And he was just there, walking around your room without a shirt. 

“Y/N?” Quinn calls from the bathroom, pulling you out of whatever fantasy you were about to dive into. 

“Sorry, what?” 

“Who do you think burnt the food this time?” 

You laugh, trying to remember who the guys decided was cooking that morning, your mind completely forgetting about whatever thirsty feelings you had coming on with Quinn right there. “I think Jake was supposed to do something but Elias didn’t trust him.” 

“I wouldn’t trust either of them to make us food.” he says, a cocky tone dripping in his voice.

“You act like you could do better when we both know you set off the alarm the first morning,” you chirp back, earning a scoff from him. 

His phone starts buzzing on the nightstand between your beds, nearly falling off the small table. “Want me to get that?” 

“Yeah, what is it?” Quinn yells over the water running from the sink.

You pick up the phone, your heart dropping immediately. “You have a new match! From Tinder!” you say, fake cheeriness dripping in your tone. “I didn’t know you were on Tinder?” 

You hear him laugh, the water shutting off. “The guys thought I seemed lonely so they made me an account. It’s not like I ever use it.” 

“Hm. See. Here’s the thing,” you start, handing him his phone as he approaches, plopping down on your bed to probably look at the new match, “You don’t get matches on Tinder unless you both swipe right, which means you had to have been using it.” He shrugs, not looking up from his phone. “I didn’t know you just wanted hook ups,” you let out, trying to hide the pain in your voice with a teasing tone. If he wanted to hook up, that would mean he wasn’t interested in a relationship, which meant he didn’t like you the way you like him. Why were you even thinking about that? Why were you letting yourself spiral?

“I do not. And before you say, ‘well that’s what Tinder is for,’ because I know you and I know that was going to be the next thing out of your mouth,” Quinn says, a smirk on his face as you roll your eyes at him, slightly blushing because he was right, “I definitely want a relationship but the boys thought this would be a good start.” You swear you saw his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, leaning in ever so slightly. You had to be imagining this, your still crush on him causing you to make things up in your mind. 

“Quinn! Y/N!” interrupts you from the other side of your thankfully locked door, as you  practically launch yourself off your bed to see Brock on the other side. “I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” he asks, a stupid smirk on your face causing heat to run to your cheeks.

“No,” you say, even though you were sure your face was giving everything away. 

“We made breakfast,” he says, moving aside and gesturing for the two of you to join what sounded like the rest of the team down in the kitchen. 

“Are you sure about that? The smoke alarm says otherwise,” Quinn chirps, throwing a shirt on as he takes your hand and pushes past Brock. You could hear the sharp inhale that came from Brock, knowing that you would be hearing about this later. You can’t help but smile as the boys start to chirp each other, your heart racing until Quinn drops your hand, the smell of pancakes and burnt toast hitting your nose as soon as the three of you get to the kitchen. “So who fucked up this morning?” Quinn asks, trying to find plates for the two of you.

“Jake,” the guys chorus, forcing a laugh out of you and Quinn while you watch the teammate in question turn bright red.

“It’s not my fault!” he tries to defend himself.

“You didn’t even just burn it, you caught it on fire,” Thatcher yells through a mouthful of what you hoped was not the toast. 

“Do you even see any food for us to eat?” you whisper to Quinn, trying to look over the boys shoulders for anything that seemed edible. 

Quinn shakes his head, rolling his eyes as the boys continue. “Well whose idea was it to have me make toast?” Jake asks.

“We thought you were smart enough to use the toaster and not hold the bread over the open flame on the stove,” Petey mumbles, you and Quinn trying to hold back your laughter. 

“So, where is the food that Y/N and I can eat?” Quinn asks, trying to get the boys’ attention.

“I think we ate it all,” Brock says, a smirk on his face.

“Then why did you come get us?” you ask him, clearly annoyed with him.

“We had to make sure you weren’t doing anything inappropriate behind that locked door of yours,” Brock says, the rest of the guys acting like children at the thought.

Quinn scoffs, walking towards the stairs, “Ok, one, no one talks like that, two, Y/N and I are going out for breakfast, anyone who wants to come, be ready in the next 15 minutes.” 

You watch him leave, praying that someone else would get up to go get ready. “Looks like you’ve gotta go get ready for your breakfast date with your boy,” Brock teases, the boys now laughing at you. You hated that your feelings for Quinn were no secret. At least, it seems like it was known to everyone but him, but why did that matter?

“It is not a date,” you start, only to hear Jake yell, “yes it is,” behind you. You turn to him, pointing at him. “Remember that I played soccer growing up so I can kick you really hard if I have to,” you start, the smirk on his face changing to slight terror, “so if burning that toast didn’t kill you, I can.” 

You turn on your heels to go get ready, even more nervous about going out with Quinn since Brock had to go and call it a date when Jake yells, “I didn’t mean to burn the toast!” 

“You still did it, though,” you yell down, shutting the door behind you. You were panicked now, completely freaking out. As much as you told yourself it wasn’t a date, Brock’s annoying voice still rang through your ears, ‘your breakfast date with your boy.’ Fuck Brock. You start to change, realizing that Quinn could come out of the bathroom at any minute and see you half naked, more panic washing over you. You set your phone on the bed, grabbing clothes and try to figure out where to change. “Hey, Q? Can I get in the bathroom to change?” 

He opens the door, no shirt on yet again. This was not fair. You weren’t even sure how you ended up having to share a room with him in the first place, let alone what you did to have him walk around shirtless every day. You practically run into the bathroom before you can do something stupid, shutting the door and leaning against it. You let out a deep sigh, saying, “Fuck,” in the breath, cursing who evers idea it was the bring you here and put you in this room instead of in one with Brock, or in one all on your own. 

You shake your head of the thoughts of whatever he was doing out there. He was your friend, just like Brock was. Nothing more, nothing less. And you needed to be ready soon if you wanted to get breakfast since the idiots downstairs burned any semblance of what would be edible. You try to force any thoughts of Quinn from your mind, pulling on leggings and a sweater.

“Hey, Y/N?” you hear Quinn call, “You’re getting texts.”

You open the door, starting to brush your teeth as you call to him, “You know my passcode, who are they from?”

“Brock.” 

You stop brushing, terror and an urge to murder him rushing through you. “What do they say?” you ask him, thankful you had your toothbrush in your mouth to cover up the anger that would otherwise be taking over your tone.

“‘We all know you two are going to date,’” he reads, “and ‘If you don’t kiss him tonight, I will.’” You were officially going to kill Brock. “Who are you going to date?”

You position yourself so you can see his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. He was almost pouting, his eyebrows knit together in frustration. He wasn’t mad about those texts, was he? He didn’t know they were about him, right? “Uh, just this guy Brock and I know from home. He was joking about inviting him here tonight,” you lie to him, hoping he would buy it. He nods, scrunching his face up. “You know he’s not coming, right? I mean, he’d have to get here from Minnesota.” 

He nods again, handing you your phone as you come out of the bathroom, letting you send a quick death threat text to Brock. “You ready?”

“Just need a coat,” you tell him. He takes your hand, leading you back down the stairs. You had to pass the kitchen to get out to the cars, passing the guys with your hand in Quinn’s. 

Quinn stops without warning, you crashing into him in surprise. The guys gaze went to your hand in his, pretty much ignoring his words as he said, “So is anyone coming with us?” No one says anything, Brocks mouth falling open as he readjusts his hand in yours, clearly holding it tighter. The look on his face told you that you would not be living this down, forcing a mental note to turn your phone off as soon as you get in the car. “Awesome, text us if you need anything,” Quinn says, dragging you over to the door. 

“Ok, your mood changed,” you point out, putting on your coat and practically running to catch up with Quinn at the car. 

“No, it didn’t,” he snaps, getting in the car. You climb into the passenger seat next to him, looking at him stare at the steering wheel in front of him. He turns to look at you, his mouth in a thin line, “The boys are just annoying me lately, I don’t know.” You cock your eyebrow, telling him that you didn’t believe him. “Ok, fine,” he says, starting the car up, “They made me get on Tinder when I have no reason being on it and seeing Brock’s texts to you made me think about the texts they send to me about-” he rambles, cutting himself off. He looks out the window, turning his attention to the road in front of you.

“About who?” you ask. The boys wouldn’t tell him that you liked him, would they? They would have no reason to be trying to egg him on about asking you out, right? Then again, if Brock would do that to you, who’s to say that he wouldn’t also do it to his teammates who he easily had a closer relationship with and spent more time with. 

“About the girls on Tinder,” he breathes out, you also letting the breath you had no idea you were holding in. Part of you wished he said you. At least that way you could get a read on what he thought about the idea of you two being together. If it was disgust then you could put the whole crush to rest. 

“I mean, if it’s Brock, just point out that the only women in his life are his dogs, me, and his family,” you try to reassure him, pulling a laugh from his lips. “But he would also probably say that he’s fine with it, so you might have to think of something better.” 

Quinn nods, a small smile on his face. You just wanted to know what was really going on inside his head, because what he told you was definitely not it. It’s not like you could pressure him about it, though. He wouldn’t answer you if you tried to get more out of him, so what was the point? The two of you drive the rest of the way in silence, finally finding a diner that you could find a parking spot in front of and walk in. At this point, both of you were starving, already praying that they had the classic breakfast food you could order as soon as the server would come over to you. 

You were seated in a booth by the window, looking out across the street to a small pond that was now covered with ice thanks to the cold Vancouver winter. It had to be thick enough to withstand the weight, because you could see a who you assumed to be a father with his two little girls skating around on the ice. They looked like they were showing him some sort of figuring skating routine, the smaller girl raising her hands over her head in a ‘ta-da’ fashion, the dad lifting her off the ice and into the air, spinning her around before kissing her cheek and putting her back down to chase her sister. You couldn’t help but smile, completely forgetting about the menu in front of you. 

“What are you thinking about?” Quinn asks, reaching across the table to touch your hand. 

You barely even notice the warmth of his hand on yours, for some reason feeling all too comfortable by his touch, but you were lost in the memory and thoughts the scene on the pond had brought up. “Have you ever seen the movie ‘Holiday in Handcuffs’ with Mario Lopez and Melissa Joan Hart?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word, a smile on his face as he gets ready to listen to you.

“So, it is your classic tale of Stockholm Syndrome,” you say, both of you laughing, “But basically, she kidnaps him to impress her parents that she has this great boyfriend compared to her perfect brother and sister and they fall in love. There’s this one scene where they’re standing out on the back porch and she’s talking about how one Christmas Eve she had this big figure skating recital but it got cancelled because of a snow storm, so her dad made a rink in the backyard so she could perform it for them. Mario Lopez’s character surprises her the next morning by making an ice rink so they could skate around together.” 

You look over at Quinn, not even realizing that you had been watching the dad and his daughters the entire time. He had this soft smile on his face, for a moment forgetting that you two were out in public until the waitress came over to take your order. 

“Tell me more about this ice rink,” he asks you once she leaves. 

All you can really do is shrug. “I don’t know. Him making the ice rink just seemed like such a romantic gesture. If a guy did that for me, I think I would melt,” you tell him. 

“Just like the ice would,” Quinn jokes, leaning back as the waitress comes with your food.

“I hated that. I hated that so much,” you joke, both of you laughing as your phone buzzes on the table, interrupting whatever moment may or may not have been there. You sigh, seeing Brock’s name pop up yet again. He had to get tired of this constant teasing about you and Quinn at some point, right?

“Brock again?”

You throw your head back, letting out a groan that you hoped only Quinn could hear. “Since Jake burnt the toast this morning, he is now no longer allowed to make dinner tonight.”

“Tell them to order something then, we can pick it up?” 

“Nope. Brock told the guys about the mac and cheese that I used to make when we were in high school and now they all want it. Something tells me there is virtually nothing in that house that lends itself to being mac and cheese.” Brock keeps sending more and more texts about how your ‘date’ is going with all the hand holding you two had to be doing, prompting none other than an eye roll from you as you shove your phone in your coat pocket. “So now I need to get to the store at some point.”

Quinn looks at the window, watching the father pick up his daughters and carry them to his car. He smiles, turning back to you, “When we’re done, do you think Brock can take you? I have to take care of something.”

“Uh, sure?” you say in response, texting Brock to pick you up from the diner. Quinn’s mood shifted, becoming much more animated than he had been earlier. He kept looking between you and the frozen pond, the smile never leaving his face. 

He doesn’t stop talking the rest of breakfast, paying and leaving as soon as Brock pulls up to take you to the store. “So how was the date?” Brock smirks as soon as your door is closed, watching Quinn practically sprint to his car and drive off. 

“If you keep this up then you aren’t going to see the New Year,” you threaten. 

“We all know you two are going to get together, we just don’t know why you haven’t acted on it.”

“What was at the house from the recipe I sent you?” you ask him, praying that he’ll drop the subject.

“Nothing and you aren’t dodging this subject.” 

“You don’t even have milk?” 

“You saw what breakfast was this morning. And since you won’t admit the obvious here, we have a plan for tonight.” 

Nothing good could come of those words. You knew Brock well enough to know that any plan he came up with would end in disaster. And his teammates were just an extension of his idiocy. “Please don’t. If you love me at all you will not do anything,” you beg him.

“I never said I was going to do anything,” he teases. You glare at him, only resulting in him laughing at you as he pulls into a grocery store. 

You let out a deep breath, knowing today was going to be a long day. “Get flour and salt and then whatever else you guys want for food. You’re paying,” you tell him, practically running into the store just to get away from him. There was no way you were going to spend the entire time being heckled about the crush you didn’t want to have in the first place. It’s not like it was reciprocated, anyway. You could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, dreading what Brock was texting you. ‘Do me a favor: grab your favorite wine and those sugar cookies you like.’ came from Jake. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t surprised it came from him instead of Quinn, but who were you to judge? ‘Can I ask why?’

‘Just want to make tonight special ;)’ 

Don’t like that. 

You shake it off, debating on even getting what he asked you for. Why would Jake ask you to get your favorite stuff? That seemed so out of character for him, at least in his interactions with you. You grab what you need for the mac and cheese, not even sure how much you should make considering how many boys were there in the house. You wander off to find Brock, praying that he actually got what you need. “This is not where you find flour.” He turns around, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, including the wine and cookies Jake had texted you to grab. “When I said flour this is not what I meant. What are you doing?”

“Jake wanted me to make sure I got these for you,” he tells you, handing them over to you.

You stare at him for a minute, your face scrunched. This had to be part of whatever scheme they were planning to get you and Quinn together. No part of you wanted their meddling, but you knew that the more you tried to fight it, the worse it was going to end up for you. “How long would I be in jail if I just killed you all?” 

“A few life sentences depending on how many murders you committed,” he shrugs, walking away from you. 

You didn’t even want to talk to him at this point, pissed off at the fact that they were all scheming against your wishes. You grab what you need, including some stuff for baking, figuring the longer you kept yourself busy, the less likely you were to to harm the idiots you were spending time with. 

“You bought apple cider and cream cheese for mac and cheese?” Brock questions, holding up the gallon at check out.

“Apple cider no, one of the cream cheeses, yes. You wanted me to make mac and cheese, let me make mac and cheese. I was gonna make apple cider cupcakes for everyone.” 

The two of you get back to the house, which was strangely quiet considering how many of the guys were there. You start getting to work on the cupcakes, figuring it was too early to start dinner. You get out everything the real owners of the house had to bake with, figuring that you could focus on this instead of whatever bullshit was going to face you that night. 

You get lost in baking, measuring and mixing when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. You didn’t care who it was, as long as it wasn’t Brock.

“Need help?”

You look up to see Jake leaning against the counter, his head resting in his hand. “After you caught the toast on fire this morning, I don’t think so.” 

The two of you laugh, falling into a conversation. Of all of Brock’s teammates, you probably had spent the least amount of time with Jake. It was nice; he was weirdly easy to talk to, somewhat flirty if you were reading him right. If he was showing interest in you when Quinn wasn’t, who cared? 

“Can I at least help with the frosting? I can’t burn that,” he begs, coming up right next to you. He juts out his bottom lip, batting his eyes as you stand there with the bowl, knowing that you didn’t want to whip the frosting yourself. 

You let out a deep sigh, handing him the whisk, “Fine. Get the cream cheese soft and then add in that vanilla and the powdered sugar.” He gets to work, you hopping up to sit on the counter next to him while the cupcakes are in the oven. “Why did you ask me to get my favorite stuff at the store?” 

He shrugs, a smirk on his face while he continues to whip the cream cheese. “You put up with us teasing you about Quinn so I figured you could use something that you enjoyed.” You can’t help but smile at his words, not even getting the chance to say anything before he continues, “So who are you kissing tonight?”

“What?”

“It’s New Years Eve. Who are you kissing at midnight?” 

You sit up a little straighter at his question, not even thinking about it before. “I don’t know.”

Jake stops whisking, the sound of another set of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Would you mind if I kissed you then?” You sit there for a moment, shocked. He knew you liked Quinn, right? You start to stammer out an answer, none of it coherent when he turns his attention from you to whoever just came into the kitchen. “Unless there was someone else Y/N should be kissing tonight, Quinn?” 

You twist around to see Quinn turning red, looking at you sitting so close to Jake, your leg obviously touching his side with the way you were twisted. “I don’t know why you would be asking me that,” he seethes, going over to the now beeping oven. “Want me to take these out?”

You nod, hopping off the counter to check if they were done, putting the first batch on top of the stove to cool, the next batch in to bake. “So, Y/N. You and me kissing at midnight, then?” 

You stand up, your back towards both of them. If Quinn had wanted to kiss you, then he would have said something. “I guess so, Jake,” you say, going back over to him to help him with the frosting. 

Quinn stands there, not sure what to do. There was no way you could be kissing his teammate tonight. He opens his phone, storming off before you could get the chance to ask him what was wrong. 

Jake eventually leaves you once the cupcakes are done, leaving you to start the mac and cheese the boys wanted. You start making the roux when you hear the front door slam, someone’s overly obnoxious laugh floating through the house. Whoever it was came into the kitchen, startling you while you were starting the melt down the cubes of cream cheese.

“Hi!” comes from behind you, an overly peppy high pitched voice, a skinny redhead appearing in the doorway. “I’m Katie!” 

You had no idea who this was, looking past her to see Quinn behind the two of you, nervous and practically shaking. “She’s my date for tonight.” 

“Oh!” you let out, turning the burner down and putting down the whisk. “I had no idea you were bringing a date! I’m Y/N,” you tell her, feeling less and less bad about agreeing to kiss Jake tonight. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, practically on top of you. 

“Making the roux for the mac and cheese tonight.”

“Rue? I thought that was when you made someone regret something. You know, like in iCarly?”

You turn to her, doing everything in your power to not burst out laughing at her reference. You swear you could hear Quinn muttering something under his breath, his head in his hands as he leaned against the counter. “That’s r-u-e, I’m making a r-o-u-x. It’s the base for the cheese part of mac and cheese.” She cocks her head to the side, looking between you and the pot on the stove. “You know, I think some of the guys are out on the porch with some beer, you should go join them,” you suggest. 

“Ok!’ she says, bouncing away. 

You turn to Quinn, your eyes wide and a mocking smile covering your face. “Well she’s just adorable. Where did you find her?” You knew you were being petty, but no part of you cared.

“Tinder,” Quinn mumbles. 

“Come here,” you tell him, handing him a spoon to start stirring the pasta. “Why did you find a date all of a sudden?” 

“Well who am I supposed to kiss at midnight now that you’re kissing Jake?” he snaps, some of the pasta water flying away from you.

“Brock?” you joke, earning a scoff from him. “Who did you intend on kissing? Me?”

He stares at the pot of water, shaking his head, “I guess I’m not now.” He puts the spoon down, leaving you stunned at the stove while he goes out with the rest of the guys. There was no way he wanted to kiss you that night. You couldn’t believe it. There was no way. You shake off the thought, finishing up the mac and cheese as the guys start coming in to ask where the food was. 

Everyone sits around the table like they were this morning, Katie talking everyone’s ear off about something you weren’t paying attention to. Elias was sitting right next to her, looking like he was plotting her murder with every passing second. If she went missing that night, he was the first one you were going to blame. 

“Hey,” Jake nudges you in the shoulder, taking you away from the trance you set yourself into, “You ok?”

“Yeah, just kinda tired. Someone woke me up with the smoke alarm again,” you tease, pulling a laugh from him. “I think I’m just going to go up stairs to mine and Quinn’s room.” You get up, Jake the only one seeming to notice that you were leaving the rest of the group. 

You must have actually fallen asleep, awaken by someone pounding on the other side of the door. “It’s open,” you say, fumbling around to turn on the light. 

Quinn opens the door slowly, poking his head in like he was afraid to see you. “It’s almost midnight. Are you gonna join?”

You nod, getting up to follow him down the stairs. The two of you reach the door to the backyard, Quinn stopping in front of you, bending down to grab the pair of ice skates that were by the door. “You’ll need these,” he smiles, taking your hand.

“What is this?” you ask when he opens the door, the guys playing a pick up game on a sheet of ice on the lawn. 

“You said you thought it was romantic when a guy made his girl an ice rink in her back yard. So I made one for you,” he says, looking down at his feet, his face turning red.

“What? I have so many questions.”

He laughs, sitting down to put his own pair of skates on, you following suit. “Katie is with Jake right now, probably doing things that we don’t want to know about. Turns out the guys used Jake as a ploy to get me to finally ask you out, so when I figured that out, I asked Katie over so Jake could have someone to occupy him.”

“You want to ask me out?” you ask, not hiding the smile on your face.

“Oh, you are so oblivious,” he groans, a smile on his face, as well. “Of course I do.” 

He picks you up to step on the ice, off to the side where the guys weren’t playing. Brock gets the puck past Thatcher, his hands in the air in celebration when Elias yells, “15 seconds!” 

The guys start counting down to the new year, your heart racing with each second as Quinn’s hands wrap around your waist. “Would you rather have me or Jake?”

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

“You really have to ask?”

“Seven! Six! Five!”

“Yes.”

“Four! Three! Two!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, Quinn’s face centimeters from yours, your foreheads pressed against each other. “You.”

“One!” the guys around you yell once Quinn’s lips connect with yours, everything around you melting away. 

“Happy new year, Y/N,” he whispers once he pulls away, stealing another quick kiss before the guys can pull you away from each other.

“Happy new year, Quinn.” 

[theamberwriter]

Pocket Omega [Alpha!Dabi]

Pairing: Alpha!Dabi x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3705

Warnings: Cursing, as usual lmao

A/N: I’ve never written for Dabi in my life, I hope this came out okay!

~ You were something of a prisoner for the League of Villains. You weren't directly part of it. But you weren't not part of it. You'd wandered into their hideout by accident. Toga found you first and begged to keep you. She was ecstatic to have another omega around. But they only kept you because you could create pocket dimensions. 

The pocket dimensions were good for spying and fast travel. They were less obvious than the big black mist of Kurogiri. You kept many of them open in many places, so you could watch and listen from a central point. Just tiny slits in the ceiling, or little holes in the wall. You did this in return for them not killing you. You knew you'd never be allowed to leave. You could try all you wanted, but you were smart enough to know that they'd find you.

The fact that the hideout was full of alphas, save for Twice's beta half, was overwhelming. Their scents were potent. Nauseating. They didn't mix well with each other. You didn't understand how Himiko could stand it. She just shrugged it off.

There was one, though, that you were drawn to. It was wood smoke and spices. It sent your mouth a-watering. The omega in you called you to run to him. But your rational mind wanted to keep your little infatuation a secret. Even Himiko, who turned into your best friend quiet easily, couldn't know about your crush on Dabi. She'd spew it everywhere.

Instead, you took to observing. Sat in a little bubble in a pocket dimension. You didn't like being around everyone, so you often secluded yourself in a private space. Himiko had access to a dimension you made just for the two of you. Other than that, no one could reach you until you wanted them to.

But that didn't mean you hid all the time. You made the best of the situation. Trying to get along with who you could. If they weren’t all that bad even for villains. You probably could’ve been friends before all this. That included Dabi. You two did missions together, on occasion. 

He was your favorite to go with. Twice was...well Twice. And Himiko got distracted too easily. She liked it when you opened little holes into stores so she could shoplift without going in. And everyone else was boring. Some were still suspicious of you, so you sat in uncomfortable silence as they glared you down.

You and Dabi spent a lot of time in quiet. But it was comfortable. Though the talking you did do was pleasant. You felt...seen. More so than under the eyes of any alpha you'd talked to. But you still kept your distance, spending some of the time in a pocket. You kept it open for a quick escape. But also so you could take a break from Dabi's alluring scent.

It wasn't long before you started nesting. Which frustrated you. The omega in you wanted everything to smell like Dabi. That was impossible, of course. And you didn't want to outright ask him to scent things for you. Your feelings must be kept a secret! 

You knew it was a bad idea. But you couldn't help setting up a pocket in Dabi's room. You knew you shouldn't have. The nesting omega in you forced your hand. You tried nesting in your room for months, it just didn't feel right. You wanted to be close, his scent wrapping you up in warm comfort. 

You'd snuck in one day while Dabi was out. Opening up a slit in his ceiling. You'd have a zipper on this one. The pull was typically invisible to the naked eye. Every now and then you'd run into someone who could see it. It was a tiny, translucent tab of energy jutting from wherever you'd made your dimensions. Most people never noticed while the entrances glowed for you.

You'd been sneakily snagging items from his room. Nothing he'd notice. A shirt here, a sock there. You'd sporadically take them. Being extremely careful that it wasn't too much. If you heard him ask after something, you'd put it back where you found it when he left.

You would die of embarrassment if Dabi ever found out about your crush. He'd never messed with any of your zipper tabs before. You hoped he just couldn't see them. You had a series of escape routes, just in case you heard him question so you could bolt. You prayed you'd never need them though. 

You were so glad when you finally finished your nest. It always took you forever to make one. Mostly due to procrastinating. But nothing brought you more joy than the day you could finally just curl up in your bubble; surrounded by pillows and blankets and the utterly intoxicating scent of Dabi. You even stuffed a pillow into one of his shirts. You'd snagged enough, along with having a dimension above his room, to be completely enveloped in his scent. 

You barely came out of your nest. So content in the warmth and safety of the things you'd stowed away. Enjoying, for the first time, the scent of an alpha. You couldn't have been more at ease. More relaxed. Everything was perfect. Even with Himiko whining she never saw you, though she was nesting in her own room.

After a few weeks of being gone, Dabi was finally back. He was glad to just relax away from everyone. Sure, there were things to do. Shigaraki was whining about something. People were complaining about staying put. But he couldn't have been bothered. The League had been lying low anyway. 

However, Dabi wasn't super excited to be back in the scent of a specific omega. You. Your scent had driven him nuts in a way nothing and no one ever had. It bothered him to no end. That’s why he’d been staying away more, despite the protests from Kurogiri and Shigaraki. You clouded up his mind too much. Made his alpha instincts rear up in a way he’d never experienced. To the point, he didn’t want you to physically go on missions, because he was worried you’d be hurt. Since when did he worry about anyone but himself?

What was it about you that made him want to claim you? Why did he get jealous when you finally showed but ignored him to talk to the others? Why did his heart flutter when he found out you two had a mission together? Why was he so disgusted in the scents of those who threw themselves at him? But moreover - what would you want with him anyway? After all, he was part of the reason you'd been stuck here for a year.

He'd been lying on his bed staring at the ceiling when he noticed something. It was barely there. He never would've seen it if the light hadn't hit it just right. It was a little tab. He recognized it - a zipper pull. What was it doing here?

Quietly, he grabbed a chair and placed it behind the zipper. When he got up to ceiling height, he could smell you. It was potent. Some sort of fruit mixed with the scent of earth after a rain shower. It made his heart lurch and his head swim. He thought he had noticed it before. But he’d assumed it was because you'd been roaming the compound. 

With a zzzzzzrrrrriiiiiiipppppppp he tore open the zipper. Your scent flooded out, taking his breath away. And then fell blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. Finally, with a thump, you landed on the floor. You were clutching for dear life to a pillow.

You groaned. "What the hell? That was a rude awakening."

The groggy fog in your voice made his heart pound. The complete confusion on your sleepy face was utterly adorable. Your bed head made him want to curl up and cuddle you back to sleep. And he hated every moment of it. Because he was weak to you. Because you weren't his omega. Because he was so painfully sure you had an alpha outside of all this. It made his blood boil.

"What the hell were you doing?" Dabi asked bluntly. Pushing back the things mixing and fogging up his mind.

You shrieked as you noticed him standing over you. You scrambled backward, but only got tangled in everything. You kept trying to move, but he placed his foot on your chest, pushing your back flat against the floor. You couldn't deny the spark in his eyes, he was about to kill you.

"Well?" He pushed down harder. 

You wanted to speak, to move, but you were drowning in his scent. You'd avoided being this close to him. As soon as you realized that feeling you got when you smelled him, you kept your distance. Still, you couldn't help the mewl that escaped your throat. Dabi's face didn’t change, but you saw his shoulders tensing. Heat flooded your neck and cheeks, prickling your ears, you slapped the pillow over your face.

"So that's where my shit's been going." Dabi leaned down and yanked the pillow out of your grasp. "What's wrong - little omega?"

"I-I'm sorry," you breathed and opened a pocket under you. 

Dabi, losing his balance as you disappeared from under him, fell into the pocket too. He landed right on top of you. You groaned and the space stopped expanding around you. You felt like dying as he crouched over you. His apathetic face edged on anger and disapproval. 

"Get out of my pocket!" you whined, pulling your foot up to his chest and shoving. He still had the pillow, using it as padding against you. You squished him against the space where the floor used to be."Get out! Get out! Ge -"

"Fucking stop that," Dabi snapped, grabbing your foot and yanking it up over his shoulder that way you couldn't get a grip. 

You couldn't hide here. In this space, white webbed over infinite, swirling black. You stared at each other. Both pumping out pheromones of your own. You could nearly drown in it. Soon, the small space was choking you. Dabi leaned closer, pushing your leg up farther towards your head and adjusting the other to sit more comfortably between your legs. His face got extremely close to yours. 

You couldn't take him being that close. You couldn't take your bodies touching like that. You definitely couldn't take that position that got you uncomfortably aroused, a smirk coming to his lips as your scent changed. You flung your arms out, and the pocket around you opened up. Causing both of you to plummet, though the room caught you and lowered you down. You scrambled back, untangling from him, once you both were on a surface again. You stood and started pacing, glad you hadn't broken or pulled anything.

"I can't fucking believe this!!" you muttered going back and forth. "You're so stupid, [Name]! You knew you shouldn't have done it!"

Dabi groaned and stood, starting to come towards you. You enlarged the space between you. He didn’t seem phased. He kept walking, essentially going nowhere. The faster he moved, the faster you widened the room.

"I can expand this infinitely," you yelled. "Just stop!"

"You stop," he growled back, his scent peaking. It became sharp and threatening, it burned your nose. Still, that immediately shut down the omega in you. You couldn’t force yourself to do anything else. You just - froze up. Dabi charged up to you, grabbing the front of your shirt before you could send him away again. "What is your deal?"

"My deal?" you laughed breathily. You couldn't stand being this close to that enticing scent again. You tried not to breathe. "What's yours?"

He pulled you closer. "Why did you have a pocket over my room? What kind of fucking weirdo -"

You tried to jerk out of his grip. "I was nesting! Leave me alone, it's perfectly normal!"

"You're not supposed to steal shit from just any alpha! They have to -" Dabi couldn't bring himself to finish the rest of the sentence. “You just - shouldn’t be building it around me.”

You avoided his eyes as you finished his partial thought. "The alpha has to make us feel safe. I know. - I've been nesting without an alpha for years. Trust me...I know."

He searched your features, looking for any sign of lies in your flustered face. “You don’t have an alpha outside of all this?”

You nodded weakly. “Don’t look so surprised.” 

The unreadable mix of emotions on his face made your stomach sink.  Dabi let you go, backing away. He picked the pillow back up, turning it over in his hands.  It smelled like you had this shirt for a while. He’d have to remember to rescent it for you.

“An omega like you? - I’d thought you’d’ve had your own harem. You seem to have all the alphas here wrapped around your finger. Even that bitch omega can’t get enough of you. - They’re going to be disappointed if they find out you’re here.” He smirked, chuckling at the disappointed faces he saw in his mind. 

"This wasn't supposed to happen! You weren't supposed to notice the zipper! And I'm sorry for stealing your stuff. I just…" You flopped down, sitting cross-legged as you hid your face in your hands. You tried to disregard most of what he said. But you wondered if you had him around your finger too. You didn’t get your hopes up. You groaned loudly. "Just kill me now. That'd be less painful."

To your surprise, Dabi calmly came to stand near you. You peeked through your fingers when you smelled his scent getting stronger. His face was blank as ever as he stood over you. You were scared of what he was going to do.

"You can keep this." He tossed the pillow, which you were quick to catch.

You looked between him and the object in your hands. "But - aren't you mad? Don't you want your stuff back?"

Dabi smirked again then, and it sent your heart hammering. "Stand up."

You did as you were told. Dabi grabbed your arm and yanked you close. He rubbed on you before he could convince himself out of it. His scent soon overtook yours, causing you to relax into him. You couldn't help the contented sound that escaped you. Even though you were up to your eyeballs with questions.

"The only thing I want," he muttered, his face coming to settle in the crook of your neck. His nose pressed against your scent gland. "Is for everyone to know who you belong to."

You yelped as he bit you. It drew blood. You could feel it trickling down your shoulder. Himiko was going to be jealous. Your skin felt like pins and needles as he pulled back. A bit of your blood was smeared on his face.

Dabi wiped at his chin with his shirt sleeve. "Make your nest in my room, not above it."

You nodded, taking a step closer. You just studied his face. Trying to understand what was going on. What this meant. What you two were now. His eyes held no answers. Just watching on in amusement. 

"What? You gonna kiss me?" Dabi asked. You were very close to him. Your own face heated up, and you took a step back.

"We should head back, I guess," you uttered, averting your eyes. "I have work to do."

He nodded. You hesitated before taking his rough hand, which quickly folded with yours, and opened the top of the pocket back up. You lifted the floor, and it pushed you back through to his room, closing itself beneath you. You started gathering up the blankets that fell from your nest. Piling everything up in a corner.

"There's still some stuff up there, gimme a sec," you noted, shy under Dabi's intensely watchful eyes. You opened a pocket entrance in front of you. Then stepped into the pocket where you made your nest, shutting the new hole behind you.

"Hey, Dabi!" Himiko exclaimed, barging in. "Have you seen -"

You popped your head out, hanging upside down from the ceiling. It only took her a second. She immediately caught the blood dribbling from your mark. She didn't even question that you were hanging from a hole in the ceiling.

"You let him mark you?!" she exclaimed, pointing her knife at Dabi. "That's so unfair! I wanted to make your beautiful red blood run first -"

"You hurt them and I won't hesitate to kill you, you fucking psycho," Dabi warned. Himiko chuckled excitedly at the threat. She ran her tongue across her clean blade.

"Himiko is my friend, Dabi," you pouted. "That's how she shows affection."

Dabi turned to glare at you. "You're my omega, now. No one gets to fuck with you."

Himiko rolled her eyes. "As if anyone had a chance before. - Are you two finally going to fuck? We've all been drowning in your sexual tension -"

"Himiko!" you groaned, you wanted to hide. Dabi looked at you over his shoulder, smirking. You could see the wheels turning in his mind.

"None your damn business," he said turning back.

Himiko grinned, her eyes clouding over. "Can I watch -"

"No, now fuck off!" Dabi literally shoved her out the door, slamming it behind her.

Once she was gone, you went back into the pocket. Just glad to be able to get away from that. At least there was wasn't much left. Dabi watched on, amused, as you threw down socks, shirts, and a few other odds and ends. Finally, you came down with a stuffed rabbit in hand. Standing on the chair, you zipped the pocket back up and yanked out the tab making it disappear.

Dabi pulled the rabbit from your hands as you climbed down. He wrinkled his nose at it. "Why does this smell like her?"

You laughed. "Himiko wanted me to have her in my nest. I scented a pillow and gave it to her. I've never had a friend who wanted to do that before. I thought it was nice."

Your heart sank a bit as Dabi lit the rabbit on fire, letting the ashes crumble to the floor. "I don't want her scent in here."

You were a little upset but didn't argue as you started to putt around, pulling blankets and pillows to where you wanted. You laid out his shirts, handing them over to be scented when you gave them a disapproving face. Dabi didn't seem to mind. Just watching as you did your thing.

For him, it was surreal having you here. In his space that he shared with no one. That he'd imagined, more than he'd care to admit, sharing with you. He couldn't quite take in the fact that you were making a nest with his musk to keep you safe. He was totally drunk on your scent. On the way you moved. How you'd place something, step back to observe, mutter under your breath, then shake your head as you moved it again. He watched until he couldn't handle it.

"This is going to take a while," you stated. "You don't have to stay. I know it's boring."

Dabi smirked, and went to you. A hand on your waist, he pulled you to him. Then, finally, he leaned down to kiss you. You could feel his heart in his chest. Yours pounding just as fearfully. The texture difference in his skin surprised you. But it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it made you a little more drunk on him. His kisses started soft, but the more intoxicated you both became on each other, the rougher the kisses got. Dabi lead you to the bed, where he pulled you into his lap. He just couldn't get enough of your scent. Of the fact that he was totally content in having you as his own.

"Why don't you take a break?" he muttered, breathlessly. Chuckling just a bit at the whimper that left your lips at being separated from his. He brushed his thumb across your cheek. "Just lay here and sleep awhile. You look tired."

"You did disrupt my nap," you yawned, kissing him again before relaxing into him. 

Dabi laid down, pulling you to him. His face was in your hair. He hated having a weakness, but he loved this feeling. This was going to take some getting used to for both of you. Before you totally drifted off, you stretched up and kissed his cheek.

"Why me?" you uttered sleepily.

"You're the only one who didn't smell like garbage," he replied drowsily.

You sighed. "Seriously, Dabi. I...I know I wasn't the only one that wanted you as an alpha. Why bother with me? - Because I was here?"

He rolled his eyes. "Why did you never have another alpha? I thought for sure you'd have one."

You fidgeted with his shirt. Being so close made you nervous. You were suddenly very aware that you've probably looked a mess this whole time. This was new territory for the both of you.

"No one was right,” you uttered softly. “Most alphas I’ve run into want omegas to own us. Not for who we are as people. But you...I could talk to you. You saw me as someone, I could tell. I...I liked doing missions with you more than anyone. - Don't tell Himiko, though. - And I couldn’t stand being around your scent. But in a good way."

"That psycho will try to skin us both," he noted disapprovingly. 

You nodded, shivering at the thought. Dabi held you closer. As if Himiko was going to burst in, knives ablazing, at any moment. And he was going to throw himself in front of you to fend her off.

"I wanted you," Dabi muttered, finally. "That's all, now go to sleep."

"Yes, sir," you snickered, settling cozily into his body heat.

Dabi knew there was more to it. To you. To this whole thing. More than just he wanted you. He was fearful of things to come. But, for now, he would just enjoy being yours. And finally, finally having you all to himself.

 ~*~

[jemmahazelnut]

Eleven days

Summary: Laxus and Freed have only been dating for a few days, and have decided to take things slow, not rush anything. But this becomes difficult, especially when after a mission they find themselves soaked by a storm. [Laxus/Freed]

Link: AO3

For the anonymous who asked me for a first time with bottom Laxus. I hope you like it :) (This is NSFW)

Eleven days

They had been dating for a while. In reality they had only been dating for a few days. When had Laxus declared his feelings? A week earlier? Ten days ago? Exactly, eleven days ago, so little time.

It had happened in an embarrassing way, and while on the one hand Laxus didn't want to forget that moment because he had kissed Freed for the first time -he still felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought- on the other hand he wanted to forget the terrible speech he had made for explain his feelings. It had been long, rambling, and terribly embarrassing. Somehow, however, Freed had liked it, so much so that he had kissed him a second time, and then asked him out on a date.

Their date had been better. Much better than Laxus had expected, in fact. He had been a nervous mess all afternoon, and he had been fixing his hair so many times that eventually running his fingers over the tuft became a nervous tic. When he had gone to Freed's house well in advance -because he honestly couldn't wait to see him despite his anxiety- he was left speechless to see his friend dressed differently than usual. He wasn't wearing particularly smart or tight clothes, but somehow the pale shirt he had decided to wear fit him divinely. And when Freed had rolled up his sleeves showing his forearms during dinner, Laxus had been slightly distracted. He hoped Freed hadn't noticed, but he couldn't be sure.

In any case, the date had gone really well. Laxus feared that it would be embarrassing, and maybe it had been for the first five minutes, but then the embarrassment had given way to something else. They had enjoyed it. Or at least, Laxus had. He was pretty sure that Freed had too, given the laughs and smiles that had escaped him. And finally, they had kissed again. Gently and a little awkwardly. The memory still made Laxus smile.

Then they had met again a few nights later at Laxus' house. It hadn't been a proper date. In fact, it had happened by accident because Freed had to take back some books he had lent him. For some reason, however, the rune mage had stopped for dinner, and for some reason, they had moved from the kitchen to the living room and had kissed again. Very. Very much. So much so that Laxus had felt high and nearly had stripped Freed of his clothes.

He had stopped in time because it was obviously too early, because he didn't want to ruin anything -not with Freed- and because, honestly, Laxus had never been with a guy before. He had dated a few women, but never for that long, and he certainly had never wanted a relationship with anyone so badly. So, while it was really hard to get his hands off Freed's body after feeling his muscles, he had stopped. And a little awkwardly he had told Freed that he was the first guy he dated, hoping that he would understand for himself what that phrase implied. And Freed had been understanding.

In fact, he had been all too understanding and even misunderstood what Laxus meant, because he had told him that they could do things at the pace he wanted. Which actually, for Laxus, was pretty quick, as he was one step away from undressing him and reaching his hands over his body.

But he knew it was early. Hell, it had only been eleven days since their first kiss. They had had just a date. Well, two if the evening at his house counted. In any case, a few days.

Yet, in that moment Laxus wanted to jump on Freed, take off that damn shirt and those wet pants, and throw himself on his body. It wasn't his fault that Freed was so hot, that his wet hair was dripping rain everywhere, that his muscles were even more evident under the wet cloth. And all because of a storm they caught on that afternoon's mission. Thankfully there was no Bickslow or Evergreen, or they would’ve teased him for how he was practically drooling.

Laxus turned his gaze so as not to be seen so distracted, even though it was damn hard. Damn, it wasn't the first time he had seen Freed half naked. He had seen him at the baths, when they took a bath in the river, when during fights or training he injured his chest.

The only difference was that now Laxus could actually touch him. They were no longer friends, they had been dating -for a few days, he repeated himself- and they were clearly attracted to each other. But it was still too early.

“Damn, I don't think I've ever caught so much rain in a few minutes,” Freed grunted as he took off his boots and placed them near the door to the room they had stayed overnight. Laxus tried not to watch as Freed bent down to take off his shoes, and instead focused on his own clothes, which were just as wet.

“At least I ate a little,” he thought aloud.

“Happy for you. If you don't mind, I'll go take a shower first,” Freed said. His eyes wandered for a moment along Laxus's chest, and he felt a shiver of excitement run through it. If Freed wanted to do something too, it would have been perfect. The magician's eyes, however, immediately returned to his face and Laxus felt a bit stupid. Eleven fucking days! He wasn't a fucking teenager, and certainly Freed's relationship was worth more than a night of sex. The very thought of doing something with him turned Laxus on terribly and he was really tempted to hug the boy and join their wet -very wet- chests and kiss him.

“Uh... okay,” he replied in a hoarse voice, trying to keep eye contact and not drool in front of his body. It was getting harder.

“Thanks,” Freed smiled and turned and locked himself in the bathroom. In reality, the door -possibly defective- remained slightly open, and when Laxus passed in front of the crack he couldn't really stop himself from taking a look. Just a quick glance, he told himself.

It was a mistake, because Freed was taking off his pants and boxers at the time. And Laxus couldn't take his eyes off the view. He watched curious and excited at every movement of him, until he was completely naked. Laxus admired his muscular back, his firm buttocks, and when Freed turned to the mirror, Laxus' gaze fell on his half-hard cock.

Shit.

Freed walked into the shower cabin and the show ended, but Laxus had seen enough to be terribly aroused. He turned and sat down on a chair, trying to think about the least sexy thing in the world to get his erection down.

He certainly couldn't go into the shower and smear himself against Freed. But maybe the boy would have liked it. Laxus shuddered at the idea and immediately shook his head. What the hell did he think he was doing? Enter and what? Kiss him and masturbate him? Kneel and suck him? Or let Freed decide? Maybe Freed would kneel between his legs and suck him.

Laxus realized that those thoughts were driving him crazy. He got up and paced back and forth, forcing himself to think of other things. Anything else that made him forget that Freed was a few steps away from him, completely naked, and possibly willing to do something.

He managed to calm down enough, even though the half-erection was still there when Freed came out of the bathroom, with only a fucking towel around his waist. Damn, was he doing it on purpose?

“I left you the bathrobe, it's hanging in the bathroom,” Freed said.

Laxus nodded and practically ran into the bathroom, quickly undressing and stepping into the shower cabinet. At least there he could get rid of his erection.

***

“The radiators aren’t working, I talk to the innkeeper but apparently he has problems with the boiler,” Freed said as soon as Laxus walked back into the room. Thank goodness Freed got dressed. More or less. He was shirtless anyway, and Laxus knew he wouldn't wear a shirt until his hair was completely dry. He also knew it would take a long time to dry.

“Okay, it's not that cold anyway,” Laxus commented as he sat down on the double bed they were going to share. Without a doubt that had been a bad idea. He didn't know how long he would be able to sleep with Freed within walking distance of him. He probably wouldn't sleep a wink. Or maybe he could take advantage and cling to him by pretending he didn't do it on purpose. He pushed the thought away before it took a bad turn and forced himself to stay focused on other things.

Freed, however, approached him frustrating his efforts, and Laxus tensed slightly as their shoulders touched. The companion didn’t seem to notice it, and reached his lips to kiss him softly. Laxus responded by trying not to move his arm around his naked torso, because he knew that if he did, he’d never come off.

Freed broke away from the kiss and frowned.

“Everything good?” he asked a little uncertainly, scrutinizing him. He had probably noticed the tension in him.

“Yes. Yes,” Laxus hastened to reply, turning his gaze to the window trying not to blush. Certainly he couldn't tell him that he was keen to rip those damn pants off and fuck all night. Oh no. Those thoughts were starting to fill his head again, and Freed's proximity really didn't help.

“Sure?” Freed asked.

“Yes. Sure. We should sleep,” Laxus said dryly.

“Oh, ok,” Freed said, moving away a little, perhaps disappointed.

Shit. Why did he have to screw it up and couldn't just control his fucking instincts? Probably Freed wanted to kiss a little instead of receiving such a coldness. The wizard settled on his side of the bed and reached out to turn off the light, but Laxus stopped him before he could.

“Wait,” he said and Freed turned to him. “Sorry, it's just... sorry, I don't really want to ruin anything, it's just...” Laxus began awkwardly but he didn't know how to continue without looking too impatient.

“That’s fine,” Freed said placing a hand on his shoulder. Laxus met his sweet gaze. “We don't have to do anything, I'm sorry if I've been too… rushed,” he said slowly. Laxus looked at him for a confused moment. Rushed?

“Um... what?” he asked. Freed blushed slightly.

“Well yes, I booked the room with a double bed, but it’s large enough to sleep separately. I'm also sorry for leaving the bathroom door open. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or rush you. We can do what you want when you want”.

Laxus looked at him in bewilderment.

“Did you leave the bathroom door open on purpose?” he asked. He knew he should focus on something else, like Freed seemed willing to do something right away, or that he felt guilty for rushing something that Laxus wanted to rush even more. Freed nodded slightly.

“Yes, I'm so...” his words died on his mouth as Laxus lunged at him to kiss him.

Fuck, he was holding back for nothing.

Without thinking he made Freed lie down on the bed beneath him and kissed him intensely, running his hands along his naked, muscular torso. Now that he knew Freed wanted it too, he wasn't going to hold back. Freed's hands reached behind his back and their tongues collided in a kiss that became more and more intense. When they broke away to catch their breath, Laxus noticed that Freed was red in the face, and was looking at him with a look mixed between excited and surprised.

“I thought...” he began but instead of continuing the sentence he groaned, because Laxus had pushed his hips against his. They both wore only sweatpants, so that made the contact even more intense despite the fabrics that separated them. And Freed was already half hard. Just like him.

“You thought wrong. Damn, it's since we got back here that I want to rip these damn clothes off you,” Laxus revealed in a snarl. Freed gasped and clung to his shoulders.

“You could’ve done it,” he said in a shaky voice.

“You could’ve done it,” Laxus retorted, but now he understood why Freed hadn't done it and it made him a little nervous. “Seriously, stop treating me like a little girl. What I said days ago is just... not to create expectations. I don't really want to wait a second longer,” he revealed, hoping at this point that he was clear enough.

Freed smiled mischievously and ran his hand under Laxus’ shirt.

“Perfect,” he just said, and then captured his lips in a fantastic new kiss.

Laxus felt on fire and when he felt Freed's hands push his shirt up, he got up and took it off, throwing it to the ground and looking back at his partner. Freed's eyes now full of lust roamed all over his chest. He wasn't holding back at all, he ate him with his eyes and ran his hands along the muscles, touching freely without shame.

Laxus let him do it, smiling at that reaction. Knowing that Freed was so attracted to him and couldn't keep his hands off him thrilled him. For him it was the same, in fact he grabbed the boy's hips, reaching down again to kiss him.

Again, their tongues crossed in a passionate kiss and again Laxus pushed his hips against Freed's, feeling his hard cock under the cloth. Fuck, he was getting more and more horny. Freed's lips moved and landed on his neck, he began to nibble and suck and Laxus moaned at the sensation.

“Fuck” came out of his lips without him being able to hold it back. Freed's lips curled into a smile, and soon after his hands reached his ass. Laxus let him, loving that feeling and reaching his hands up to Freed's pants. He easily passed a hand underneath and reached his cock covered only by the boxers, groping it.

“F-fuck Laxus,” Freed gasped as he pulled away from his neck. Laxus smiled and straddled him, directly removing both his pants and boxers in a single gesture. Honestly, he was quite impatient. He couldn't even enjoy the view that he felt Freed's hands on him, he too wanted to take off his pants. A moment later Laxus was naked on top of him.

Laxus bent over Freed again, now that they were both naked all the sensations were even more overwhelming. He kissed Freed and took his cock in his hand as Freed wrapped his fingers around his erection. The fact that Freed had already started jerking him off was freaking out Laxus, who could barely keep up with the pace to pump Freed.

“Shit,” he practically gasped into Freed's mouth. The boy looked as freaked out as he did, because he stopped the movement and ran his hands around his buttocks, grabbing and feeling them freely.

“Good heavens, you're fucking sexy,” Freed said hoarsely, making Laxus' cock wince. He didn't know if for the phrase or for the tone he was using. He just knew that he loved those noises, and he wanted to hear more. He took his hand off Freed's cock, only to take his too and jerk them off together.

“Shit” he moaned at the contact of their cocks rubbing on each other. Freed meanwhile began to attack his neck with bites and kisses, making Laxus even more aroused. He practically felt his orgasm rise again. He stopped the hand movement and tried to catch his breath. He didn't want it to end so soon. Freed, however, kept kissing him and the movement of his hips kept rubbing their cocks against each other, sending him to the limit.

“S-shit, wait,” Laxus gasped. Freed stopped, looking at him questioningly.

“What's up?” he asked obviously excitedly.

“I want… to do more,” Laxus admitted red-faced. Freed smiled mischievously.

“Perfect,” he said. Laxus blinked without moving. He knew how sex between men worked. He had never done that, but he wasn't an idiot. Just… he suddenly felt unsure of what to do. He didn't have to do anything though, as Freed pushed him back and got out of bed, quickly reaching for his bag. He threw out all of his clothes, grabbing condoms and a jar of lube, and joined him on the bed again.

He sat next to him and before doing anything he started kissing him again, running his hands over his chest and then over his back, lowering them to his ass. Laxus did the same, feeling both agitated and terribly aroused. They moved away slightly and Freed peered at him.

“Sure?” he asked him.

“Damn, I told you not to treat me like a little girl,” Laxus grunted. Freed smiled lovingly.

“I just want it to be good for both of us. What do you want to do?” he asked.

Laxus stared at Freed, unable to give an answer.

“What do you want to do?” he reversed the question. Freed's pupils dilated even more.

“Oh, so many things,” he revealed in a voice full of lust, running his hungry gaze for his muscles. “Like fucking you and hearing more of those good noises you make.” Laxus's cock dripped at the idea. “But if you don't want, we can...”.

“Do it,” Laxus ordered hoarsely, interrupting him. Freed's eyes snapped at him again and he peered at him again. Laxus was already feeling out of his mind just at the idea. “Freed...” he gasped. Whatever he wanted to say was sucked into the strong kiss Freed gave him, forcing him to lie down on the mattress as he began to roam his hands around his body again. For his hips, for his sculpted abs, his nipples. Good heavens, he seemed to want to touch him everywhere. And Laxus wanted to let him do it.

“Fuck you, you're too sexy,” Freed said between kisses, positioning himself between his thighs and spreading them slightly. He opened the jar and took a large amount of lube, then ran his hand down to Laxus’ buttocks. He massaged his muscles calmly before running his fingers to his hole, but Laxus stopped him before he reached it.

“Wait”.

Freed stopped instantly, but Laxus just turned on his stomach. Freed said nothing and began to massage his buttocks calmly, leaving a trail of kisses along his spine. After a while, he reached his hole with his fingers and began to penetrate him without haste.

Oddly, Laxus found himself being less rigid than he had thought. Between Freed's hands and his lips taking care of him, he felt infinitely good. Freed was penetrating him with a finger, but he was slow and clearly knew what he was doing. In the meantime, he was nibbling his back and filling him with wonderful attentions.

“You can stop me at any time,” Freed whispered on his skin. Laxus was panting now, and as much as Freed's care and sweet words comforted him, he seriously wanted him to stop treating him that way.

“I said I'm not a little girl,” he repeated for the third time. He felt Freed smile on his skin as he left a kiss on his lower back.

“Oh, trust me, it's impossible to think of it with a body like this,” he said. Laxus moaned at the sentence said in such a sexy tone, and another finger penetrated him calmly, without forcing or bothering him too much.

“So stop... oh fuck!” Laxus's eyes widened as Freed touched his prostate, incredulous at the sensation. He bet Freed was smiling now, and the wizard touched him again in that spot. Laxus couldn't hold back another loud moan.

“F-fuck,” he panted aloud.

Freed began to kiss him directly on his ass as he moved his lube-soaked fingers deeper and deeper. Laxus honestly wanted him to move now, and he didn't know if Freed was holding back for fear of hurting him, or to make him moan more. He just knew he couldn't help himself anymore, he wanted Freed to just fuck him.

He buried his head in the pillow, trying to hold back the noises that desperately wanted to come out of his lips, and felt another finger penetrate him, and then another. Laxus stifled a curse and then felt Freed move over him. Laxus turned his head to the side, and a moment later he found Freed's lips on his, kissing him intensely.

“Ready?” Freed asked.

“Yes,” Laxus only managed to say. Freed smiled and Laxus felt him position himself behind him and run his hands on his hips. Then Freed began to enter and Laxus felt his breath catch in his throat. Damn, that was… intense. Having Freed's cock inside him was fucking heady, exciting and awesome.

Freed stopped shortly after without going all the way, and Laxus thanked the fact that it took him so long to prepare it, because he was sure that without all that preparation, he’d never be able to take it.

“Are you all right?” Freed asked panting.

Laxus let out a shaky breath. He just had to get used to the sensation for a moment. Freed didn't rush him and gently massaged his hips. After a while Laxus recovered the use of the voice.

“Well, just go... slowly”.

“Okay,” Freed said, pulling back and pushing against him again. Laxus moaned deeply, not caring in the least about the noises he was making. Honestly, that was fantastic. Freed began to move slowly and thrust inside him, over and over again, until he touched that fantastic spot again.

“Oh fuck Freed,” Laxus moaned pushing towards him, letting him know that now he needed to go faster. Fortunately, Freed understood this instantly and increased the thrusts, which became stronger and faster, while he held his hips tight and Laxus swore.

He was going crazy. He was fucking freaking out. He pushed again towards Freed, asking for more, and at that point the thrusts became frenzied and Freed's hand reached over his cock. He wrapped his fingers around him and started pumping at the same pace.

Laxus's eyes widened and he heard Freed swear over him as he pushed harder and harder. The orgasm rose quickly and Laxus could do nothing to stop it. He cursed aloud and came onto the sheet beneath him, splashing everywhere and feeling his mind go blank.

Fuck.

Maybe that was the best orgasm he'd ever had.

He breathed, shaking slightly, while he still felt Freed's thrusts hitting him.

“Oh God,” Freed moaned as the thrusts slowed and Laxus could tell he had come. He smiled and lay back on the bed, feeling Freed collapse on top of him as he panted heavily.

“Oh God,” Freed repeated shakily. Laxus closed his eyes taking a deep breath, and then Freed slipped away from him, lying next to him and taking Laxus’ face in his hands, kissing him softly. When they broke apart, they were both red, tired and sweaty.

“You're fantastic,” Freed murmured.

“You too,” Laxus said, looking at him with a blissful smile. “You're fucking fantastic too,” he repeated, passing an arm around the boy and pulling him against him, leaving him a quick kiss on the lips. Freed smiled and crouched next to him, tossing the condom aside and leaning his head against his shoulder. They both closed their eyes.

“Laxus?”

“Mh” Laxus only managed to say for his exhaustion.

“Did you like it?” he asked him.

“Freed, don't ask idiotic questions,” Laxus replied, and Freed chuckled slightly. Laxus felt Freed's soft fingers on his cheek and opened his eyes again, finding himself in front of two blue gems where he could get lost. He smiled slightly, a little surprised at Freed's sudden insecurity, who was obviously scanning him in search of every little information. He was really worried that he was being too hasty, or hard, or fast.

“Obviously I liked it,” Laxus reassured him at that point. Freed's face relaxed and Laxus hugged him with his other arm as well, not caring that he’d probably have tingling during the night. He just wanted to sleep hugging Freed.

“You know,” Freed began. “We should wash again, clean the sheets and turn off the light,” he said softly. Laxus threw a small shake at the lamp, turning it off instantly.

“Sleep,” he said. He felt Freed smile and snuggle up to him.

“Night Laxus,” he murmured.

Laxus was silent for a moment, enjoying Freed's breaths on his shoulder and the calm that had suddenly fallen into the room. He thought only for a moment of his answer, wondering if it was too soon. Then he decided that eleven days wasn't that short.

“Goodnight my love”.

[idreamofplaid]

What Tomorrow Brings

Square Filled: Opposites Attract for @spnfluffbingo & Bed Sharing for @spngenrebingo 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: oral (female receiving)

Summary: The reader’s been dreaming about Dean for weeks. She finally gets her chance, but she isn’t a one night stand kind of girl.

Word Count: 4134

Created for @spnfluffbingo & @spngenrebingo

It looked pretty much like all hunter’s cabins do. There was a small kitchen area with rustic wood cabinets and open shelves, suitable for preparing chili, sandwiches, or other simple food. The couch appeared comfortable enough and would serve the purpose of having a place to put your feet up and enjoy a glass of whiskey, just a little something to take the edge off that killing monsters created.

The cabin was typical with the exception of one major difference. In the sleeping nook, there was a bed that beckoned the weary and promised to restore what the constant stress of saving people took away. It was the kind of bed you’d find in a home, a real one, and it was to this bed that you were drawn. 

You lay back on it, extended your arms above your head and stretched. With a lift of your shoulders, the muscles between your shoulder blades pulled, releasing some of the tension there. The pillow was soft, much softer than was to be expected in a cabin intended to provide shelter and not much more. You turned your cheek and nuzzled into it. The sheets felt positively divine. A contented sigh escaped from your throat. 

Dean dropped his duffle on the floor with a thud, jarring you out of your temporary state of bliss. He had apparently been watching all this with interest because he lifted one eyebrow and a smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Looks like you’re really having a good time with that bed. Do the two of you need a few minutes alone?”

You picked up the pillow next to you and flung it at him. “This is the nicest bed I’ve seen in months, maybe even years. I’m not going to let you shame me out of enjoying it.” You could feel your cheeks beginning to turn pink. Dean was always so free and easy with the sexual innuendo. He was a walking tribute to everything sexually attractive in a man, at least as far as you were concerned. It wasn’t that his flirting wasn’t welcome, just the opposite. You’d been harboring a crush on Dean for months, but flirting just made you feel awkward. 

Dean picked the pillow up from the floor. “Alright then. I’ll just ‘enjoy’ this pillow on the couch.” If he’d noticed you’d gotten flustered by his comment, he didn’t give any indication of it. He just walked his sexy ass over to the couch and started making himself comfortable. Realizing that you had been staring at his butt, you felt your cheeks flush again.

He might tease, but Dean was always a gentleman. Without a doubt, that was part of the reason you were falling for him. You transferred your attention from his more fantasy inducing attributes to notice the hint of dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well since you’d tracked down that jinn in Cheyenne. Jinn cases always affected him more than the others, or at least differently. He’d confided that to you once, telling you about the jinn who had shown him what his life would have been like had it been “normal”. In a moment of vulnerability, he had admitted how much he wanted the monsters to go away sometimes so he could have a real home and stop looking over his shoulder all the time. It was also that vulnerability that had you entertaining the idea of Dean as more than a friend. 

He had become quite the distraction for you the past few weeks, filling your daydreams with surprise bouquets of flowers and sweet kisses in candlelight. No doubt, the things you thought about were a long way from what was between the covers of the “Busty Asian Beauties” magazines he tried to hide when you were around. 

You sneaked another look at him laying on the couch, still in his clothes, arms crossed over his chest. He shifted a little and sighed. You tried to pinpoint the reason for that sigh. It could be several things. He could be thinking about his life as a hunter again and how he wished it was different; it could be because he was too tired to sleep, or it could be because he very much wanted to sleep, but his sleeping conditions were less than ideal. 

He had driven all the way here, refusing when you offered to take a turn. So, you had gotten some rest sleeping in Baby’s backseat. Dean wasn’t generally one for sleeping on the road; you figured it was a control thing for him. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust you to drive his Baby; he did, and you knew that was huge. He just liked being behind the wheel, especially when he needed to clear his head; and you knew that, no matter how much he denied it, his mind was filled with plenty of things that needed to be cleared. He had told you enough to verify that.

You got off the bed and walked over to him. Dean cracked open one eye and looked at you. He opened them both when he caught sight of your serious expression. “You take the bed; I’ve had more sleep that you have.”

Dean thought for only a second before he answered. “Any reason both of us can’t sleep in the bed? I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He raised them in the air in a gesture of surrender to emphasize his point. The smirk was back. Was he trying to make you blush again? His next words made it clear that he was. “But you do have a perfect ass. So…” He dropped his eyes down and made a show of looking it over. That got the rise from you that he was looking for; you snatched the pillow from beneath his head and swatted him with it. Dean excused himself to take a shower with a smart ass remark. “If you’re going to be nice enough to let me be that close to you, I can at least smell pretty for you.” 

You sat on the bed with your legs criss crossed beneath you, listening to the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. It was impossible not to think about a naked Dean so near and running his hands over his muscled body while the water traveled down his chest and stomach in rivulets, down to….” 

Stop. Your mind cannot go there. You jumped up from the bed and moved in the direction of the kitchen. You needed to do something, anything, to get your mind off that. Making coffee was a comforting routine for you, so try that; it could work. Never mind it was almost midnight, the smell of it was soothing. So, you opened the cabinet and started to search. There it was; it wouldn’t be a hunter’s cabin without coffee. 

The smell of coffee had filled the entire cabin by the time Dean walked out dressed in a t-shirt and sweats that nicely hugged that backside of his that completely captivated you. Your eyes were drawn to it again. This was stupid, to let your mind run away like this. He’d never been anything more than friendly with you. Of course, he flirted. Dean was a flirt. That was what he did. Maybe he took care of you, letting you sleep when he needed it just as much, but that was just Dean too. Protective was part of his nature.

Stop it, Y/N. You stop thinking like this right now. This isn’t going anywhere. Any straight woman that laid eyes on Dean would think exactly what you’re thinking. That’s all it is. Hormones. Attraction. One sided attraction. Dean interrupted the lecture you were giving yourself. “What are you doing?”

You looked at him like you needed an interpreter to translate what he’d just said. Dean raised his hand in the direction of the coffee pot. “You’re making coffee at midnight.” His eyes scanned the counter. “Are you hiding some whiskey somewhere you plan on putting in that?” He knew you didn’t drink your whiskey straight, and it wasn’t unusual for hunters to have a nightcap to help get them to sleep.

“No, no whiskey.” You turned off the coffee pot. “I just like the smell.”

“O...kay.” One of the endearing things about Dean was that he wasn’t shy, and he knew how to smooth over a situation. He headed straight for the bed and turned down the covers. “Which side do you want?”

“Um...it doesn’t matter. You choose.” He’d spent more time sharing a bed with another person than you had, so he probably did have a preference. You could adapt. Dean chose the right. 

The first few seconds in bed with him sent all kinds of thoughts shooting through your mind. What if you did try to pursue something with him? And what if he went along with it? What if you could touch him right now? What if you could cuddle up to him and feel how warm he is? What if you could put your head on his chest like a pillow?  He was so close you could smell the lingering scent of the shampoo he’d used, and that did nothing to help move your mind in a different direction. 

Your mind wasn’t even focused on sex right now. That was a different fantasy. All you wanted was to feel his arms around you while you fell asleep, hear the sound of him breathing close by your ear. Dean rolled over instead and faced his back to you. You sighed internally then rolled over in the opposite direction so your back was also to him. Damn reality, but he was still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Dean filled your dreams that night. He made you smile. He played with your hair, twisting it around his finger. He kissed you with his lips that were far softer than you ever imagined. You looked at the stars together, and he told you he saw a future with you in it. You settled your head onto his shoulder and just let yourself feel the goodness of being with him.

The dream was vivid, so vivid you could smell the leather of his jacket. His arms were solid and strong; they made you feel safe. So, when you felt the real weight of his arm on your waist, you put your hand over his and pulled his arm tighter around you. “Y/N.” The sound of his voice woke you. 

Your hand was on top of his. Still caught in the dream, you threaded your fingers through his while he spooned you. “I’ll do it next time. I promise.” What was he talking about? Then he kissed the back of your neck. Your breath hitched, and you stifled the gasp in your throat. 

Before you could say anything, he did it again. This kiss was further up, closer to your ear, and he squeezed your hand. “Dean.” He was still kissing you. Since when was he such a heavy sleeper? You tried again, letting go of his hand this time. “Dean.”

You were trying to steady your breathing; there wasn’t much you could do about your fast beating heart. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was low, sleep filled and sexy. Forget about trying to control your breathing now. He had woken up the first time you said his name. Dean knew exactly what he was doing. 

You put your hand back over his. “No. Don’t stop.” Dean turned you in his arms so he could get to your lips. The first touch of his mouth on yours sealed your fate. You finished the fall you’d been making for weeks now; you fell completely into that place where you knew you wanted him, feared you’d never be complete without him. There was no denying what you felt for him anymore as you opened your mouth and let him kiss you deeply, moving his tongue around yours. 

His arms were around you, holding you close. One of his hands had moved down to your hip, and he was pressing your body against the length of his while he kissed you. Thoughts swirled through your mind in a way that made you forget everything else but right here, right now, and him. This was the way books and movies portrayed moments like this, but you had never experienced it until now. Flashes moved through your mind of the times he’d cracked jokes and made you laugh, his smile, and the softness you sometimes saw sneak into his eyes when he thought no one was looking. 

He stopped kissing you long enough to look at you that way now. You could fall in love with him very easily; you knew you could, and that was dangerous. Dean avoided commitment;  you understood why, but you’d never had a one night stand in your life. That couldn’t start now, especially not with Dean. It would make him just that much harder to get over, and make a friendship you never wanted to lose so awkward that maybe you couldn’t even work together anymore. That couldn’t happen either; you had to be sure that this was something more.

Dean noticed the change in you. “Are you okay, Y/N? Do you still want to do this?”

Your feelings were churning inside you. “I need to know something, Dean.” You dropped your eyes from his; they were so open, so sincere. You wanted them to stay that way. “Will this change anything?”

You saw him lick his lips and bite the bottom one; he was thinking too, but he didn’t interrupt. “I mean I can’t do this if tomorrow things go back to being like this never happened. I can’t watch women looking at you and you flirting with them... or whatever.” Your next words came out in a rush. “I don’t have any right to ask you not to. If that’s what you want to do, of course you can keep doing it. It’s just that I…”

“Y/N, stop. You don’t need to say anything else.” He was smiling, a sad and thoughtful kind of smile. “If we do this, Y/N, if you still want to do it after what I have to say; it won’t be like this never happened. Those women can keep looking, but I won’t look back. I’ll need more than anything they have to offer.” 

He took you in his arms, holding you, like he wanted that last intimate contact in case this didn’t happen. He rested his hand on the back of your head and let his fingers sink into your hair. Dean started talking before he let you go. “I want something more, something real, something that can last. I want a chance at that.”

Dean pulled back, brushed your cheek with his thumb, and angled his head so he could see you better. “I wouldn’t do this, Y/N, if I didn’t think it could be something past tonight. You’re not that kind of girl, and I wouldn’t want you to be.”

He held your face in his hand. “I’ll try. I promise you I will. You know all the crap I’m carrying around, but I’ll try to get past it. I just can’t promise I’ll be good at commitment, but I won’t cheat on you. I promise that will never happen.”

You nodded; he kissed you softly, thoroughly, promising you in the best way he knew how that he would try to give you what you wanted and needed. He’d already given you more words than Dean was usually comfortable with, and you knew how much that meant. Dean took your clothes off slowly, taking his time to discover your body. He kissed your breasts where they pushed over the top of your plain white cotton bra, making you shiver every time his lips touched your skin. You wouldn’t have worn a bra to bed at all if he hadn’t been there, and now you felt self conscious about the ordinary one you were wearing and how it looked, but he got hard like it was the sexiest lingerie you could have possibly bought. 

When Dean reached behind you to unhook it and your bra fell away, you heard his sudden intake of breath. He sounded like he’d been captivated by another jinn’s vision or a witch’s spell. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” Dean kissed you again. It was tender and unhurried. He stopped long enough to take off his shirt and you felt your own intake of breath. You’d seen him plenty of times without a shirt, but what you saw had never been for you before. 

When he started kissing you again, your breasts were pressed into his chest. Your nipples rubbed against him and made you tingle in your core. They were hard by the time Dean moved down your body and took one in his mouth. His tongue was warm as it moved around your bud. He licked, nibbled, and sucked. It made you ache to be filled by him. “I need you, Dean.” 

He made a trail of kisses down your body and swirled his tongue around and through your belly button. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not done tasting you yet.” The way he called you sweetheart was so tender. It had none of the cocky self assurance that usually came with that word when he used it. 

Dean took hold of the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips to help him take them off. You were shaking on the inside, not sure if you were ready for this and wanting it more than you had ever wanted anything. Dean kissed you through your matching cotton panties. You weren’t self conscious about your underwear anymore; you were too focused on the way he was making you feel and wanting more from him. He whispered against your most private place, “You’re already wet for me, beautiful.” He took his time, kissing the insides of your thighs, before he took off your panties. By the time they were gone, you were even wetter for him.

Dean licked through your folds and teased your opening with his tongue until his face was covered with your arousal. When he finally locked his lips around your clit, you were desperate for him. He filled you with one of his fingers while he sucked at your clit. Dean started to move that finger, causing you to grab at his head and curl your fingers in his hair. “D...De...Dean.”

He kissed your clit even more slowly with his tongue, taking his time to circle and flick it just right. “That’s it, sweet girl, let go for me.” Then he speeded up the movements of his tongue and fingers. He moaned your name against your bud, and you came shaking and clutching handfuls of his hair in your fingers.

Dean kissed your bundle of nerves a couple more times as you came down from the high of your orgasm. His hand rubbed along your hip, grounding you, reminding you he was there. When he eased back up your body to kiss your lips again, his kiss was even more tender. He kissed you like a man who wasn’t still hard and needing, but you could feel his erection pushing against you. 

He ignored it and kept kissing you. That could very well be the moment you fell in love with him. If it wasn’t, it surely happened with his next words. “We can stop; don’t feel like you owe me anything.” 

You took his cheek into your hand and made sure he was looking right into your eyes. “Don’t stop, Dean. If you do, I’ll wonder for the rest of my life what it feels like to have you inside me.” Dean stared at you, and something flashed through his eyes that you couldn’t quite name. The next kiss he gave you was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced in your life. You felt like you melded into him, became a part of him. You could taste him, feel the strength of his arms around you, and smell that fresh washed scent from the shower mixed with his own musk. He consumed your senses.

Your eyes were closed, and you were still floating in the bliss he had created around you while he took off the rest of his clothes. You didn’t see, only felt, how big he was when he entered you. The way Dean stretched you felt incredible. 

You wrapped your arms around his back and accepted him, opening your legs wider. He moved inside you, stroking and hitting all the right places. “Dean.” You tightened your fingers on his back as he brought you closer to another orgasm. It was only after you climaxed a second time, that Dean allowed himself to come. The sound of your name on his lips was so raw, so real, and so good; you let yourself be amazed for a moment that you had given that to him, made him feel like that.

Dean took care of the condom quickly, so he could have you in his arms again. You fit so perfectly beside him; it was like you had always been there. You trusted him. You believed what he said when he told you that tomorrow wouldn’t only be a memory, not to be pursued again. You let that belief wrap closely around you, covering you with the reassurance it brought. But not a single thought you had ever had in your mind could compare to the way it felt to be in Dean’s arms. 

You could still feel all of his body next to yours, and you were glad he hadn’t suggested a shower after sex as many of your past partners had done. This closeness and this quiet was important to you. It made you feel bonded to him somehow. Not like the sex had, it was different, but just as meaningful. It made like you feel like he was in no rush to end this, to move on from it. That made you feel comfortable, and it made you feel safe. 

Dean played with your hair and ran his finger tips over your arm and shoulder the way he had in your dreams. After a few minutes, you felt your eyes start to close. You couldn’t let yourself go to sleep yet. You didn’t want this to end, and so far Dean hadn’t said anything. So you asked him, “When you said, ‘I promise I’ll do it next time’ what did you mean?” 

His voice was filled with a smile. “It was fabric softener.” 

You raised your head and looked at him, confusion all over your face. “What?”

He laughed a tiny laugh that was lighthearted and free of any and all the burdens he usually carried. “Yeah. I forgot to put it in the wash, and I know you love the way it makes your clothes feel.”

You squinted your eyes, still confused. “You were doing my laundry in your dream?”

Dean reached up to take a tendril of your hair and pull it through his fingers. “Our laundry. We were together. We had a place of our own. We were happy.” He glanced down, your hair was still between his fingers. “I told you when I came to bed, and I thought you’d forgive me if I showed you what you mean to me.” He looked back at you then. “So, I put my arm around you and kissed you. Only, that didn’t happen only in the dream. And once it did, I knew how much I wanted it to happen.”

“I did too, Dean. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” You looked at his lips that you had kissed, his lips that had kissed you everywhere. “I just didn’t think it could happen, that it would happen.” 

Moonlight was shining through the cabin window, and it illuminated his eyes showing how deeply green and beautiful they were. “It has now. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know if you want me to answer that question.” You bowed your head, and your hair fell into his face. 

Dean’s voice was gentle and so quiet. “I know how it makes me feel. It makes me feel like I never want this to end.”

You put your head back on his chest. It was quiet again for a while. Then he spoke again, and the smile was back in his voice. “I get to wake up with you tomorrow.” You smiled too and kissed the spot over his heart. After that, you could sleep.

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Escort part 2

Part One

John lay stretched out on his couch, staring up at the ceiling with his mind drifting as he listened to music. Inevitably his thoughts made their way back to the job he had a few days ago. It wasn't the first time he'd been hired by friends wanting to give someone a good time. John wondered if these friends knew that the “good time” boiled down to a homemade meal and watching sports.

He couldn't remember the last time a job turned out like that. It wasn't exactly common in this line of work, but every now and then he did get a client who just wanted to make out or cuddle. He and Kaidan had barely touched except to shake hands. He would think that Kaidan just wasn't interested, except every now and then during the evening Kaidan would look at him a certain way or make a comment that sounded flirtatious.

It was strange. Maybe he was shy, or embarrassed that his friends hired John? It was a familiar reaction. Hell, sometimes the people who hired him for themselves were embarrassed. How many times had he heard them lament over not being able to find a “real” date? John found it hard to believe Kaidan wouldn't be able to find a date if he wanted. The guy was pretty as fuck. Of course the same could be said for John himself.

He caught a flashing light out of the corner of his eye and sat up. He must have missed the new private message alert. It was from his escort account, which meant he had a new job waiting. John got up and opened the message.

John, I have tickets to a hockey game and my friend had to cancel at the last minute. Interested? Let me know.

Kaidan

That was strange. He read over the message again. There was no credit advance attached so he could ignore this if he wanted. But he was very curious as to why Kaidan was contacting him after their evening together. Had he been thinking about John? Did he want something more to happen this time? John decided to do some prep just in case. His clients really liked it when he did that.

He felt a sense of deja vu as he stood at Kaidan's door and knocked. Kaidan answered the door and John took a minute to just look at him. The guy was more casually dressed this time, wearing a jersey John assumed was in support of one of the hockey teams.

“Wow,” he smiled. “You look great.”

“So do you,” Kaidan returned. “Though I'm curious: do you have any clothes that fit you?” John laughed and plucked at his shirt. All his escort clothes were meant to be a little tight to show off his body. “Nevermind.” Kaidan waved the subject away. “I just hope you don't distract the players.”

“Oh.” John smiled, sliding his arm around Kaidan's without even thinking. “You're saying I'm distracting?”

“The way you dress? Yes, very.” Kaidan didn't pull away. They headed outside and took rapid transit. John had considered renting a car again but that hadn't swept Kaidan off his feet last time. They talked more on the way, mostly about the rules of hockey since John didn't understand the sport at all.

When they arrived Kaidan suggested they get some snacks. John got in line to pay while Kaidan headed for their seats. He did notice people eyeing him while waited for his turn. But he was sure there were quite a few eyes on Kaidan, too. The guy had a great ass... not that John looked. Much. He got the snacks and headed off to find Kaidan. He caught the man staring at him and smiled.

“Were you just checking me out, Alenko?” he teased as he settled into his seat.

“I was hoping to catch you out of your element,” Kaidan corrected. He took his beer and sipped. “I'm starting to think everything is your element.”

“It's part of the job. I'm completely lost when it comes to sports, but if you're having a good time, that's all that matters.”

“So... you're okay doing anything I want to do?” Kaidan asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course.” Especially if “anything” means kissing me. Or taking me home and fucking me. I'd be very okay with that. “As long as we're both consenting. I don't do anything my client doesn't want, and I make it clear when I don't want something.”

“Have you--” Kaidan paused, fiddling with his beer bottle. “Sorry for all the questions, I'm just trying to understand. Is it always just one client?”

“Always,” John nodded. “I could get more money from multiples, but I like one-on-one better. I can focus completely on that person, really get to know them. It's actually my favorite part of this job: learning about the person.”

“And what have you learned about me?”

John gave it some thought. “You're very down-to-earth. You have a good sense of humor, you're smart, a good cook, friendly... You have this calm about you that I think people find reassuring.” Kaidan stared at him for a moment before looking away.

“That's... observant.” Was he blushing? John hoped so. They fell quiet to watch the game. Kaidan cheered or groaned depending on the play. Around half-time Kaidan started rubbing at his forehead, his body slightly hunched forward.

“Are you okay?” John worried.

“Mmn. Just a migraine. I get them sometimes.”

“Do you want to leave?” Surely all the noise and lights made it worse.

“John, I've dealt with this for nearly my whole life. Just give me a minute.” Nearly his whole life? John was no medical expert but chronic migraines had to mean something serious. He didn't like just sitting there while Kaidan suffered but Kaidan had rejected his help. It took much longer than a minute before Kaidan dropped his hand and let out a sigh.

“You good?” John asked.

“Manageable,” Kaidan replied.

“What's that mean?” He eyed Kaidan, a suspicion forming. “Shit, you're just going to sit there and take it, aren't you?”

“It's manageable,” Kaidan insisted. “I told you, I've dealt with this for years. If I had to put my life on hold every time I had a migraine, I'd never get anything done. Just... watch the game with me, please. I don't want you to treat me differently because of this.”

“Okay. Sorry.” John turned his eyes back on the game. He concentrated hard on each play so he wouldn't think about all the things he could do to make Kaidan's pain go away. Finally the game ended and everyone started getting up to leave. “Did your team win?” John asked, hoping for a neutral topic.

Kaidan gave him a half exasperated, half fond look. “You're hopeless with sports, John. What do you do with yourself, anyway?”

“You mean in my free time? Listen to music, feed my hamster, try for a new high score in the combat sims.”

“You have a hamster?” Kaidan questioned. “That's cute. What's its name?”

“Aldrin.”

“Wow.” Kaidan was grinning at him, making John's insides fluttery. He wished Kaidan would just kiss him already. “You're a space nerd.” John let out a laugh. He liked this guy, liked him a lot. And he was sure Kaidan liked him, too. He dared to lean a little closer.

“You should see my model collection.”

“That your way of inviting me back to your place?” The tone in Kaidan's voice suggested he was still teasing. Looking at him, John could easily picture the rest of the evening. He would take Kaidan in his arms and undress the man slowly, admiring every inch of him. Kaidan would be naked and gorgeous underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, breath coming out rough and needy as John fucked him nice and slow.

“If that's what you want,” he said out loud.

“I don't have the credits for that,” Kaidan told him. “Let's just call it a night.” John nodded mutely, his heart now going a little faster. He hadn't heard a “no”.

“Could I kiss you goodnight?” Kaidan's eyes flicked down to John's mouth and back up to his face.

“I don't think I have the credits for that, either.”

“Jesus Christ, Kaidan, I don't get paid to be attracted to you,” John huffed out in annoyance. Kaidan's eyes widened. Shit, John hadn't meant to blurt that out. But then Kaidan was leaning closer, eyes falling closed. Their lips connected and John fought hard not to move in case it scared Kaidan off. But damn did he want to. He wanted to feel that hair under his fingers, bring that body closer to his, get a real taste of that mouth.

The kiss couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds. Kaidan broke it and took a step back. “Shit,” he cursed, and got in the first open taxi that drove by. John could only stand there in a daze.

What the hell just happened?