#and with lots of giggling and playful rumble tumbling

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !

"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."

"it's such a look though."

messy kisses and post-nuzzles

[drowningbydegrees]

As it turns out, falling into bed with your very best friend who you are privately very much in love with isn't nearly so nerve wracking as waking up with them the morning after.

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He can’t remember the last time waking up was a remotely soothing experience. Geralt’s sleep muzzy mind has no other word for the body plastered against his front from shoulder to hip, the steady heartbeat against his palm where his hand is splayed out across someone’s chest. His nose is tucked against the nape of someone’s neck, and the scent is far too familiar to be jarring.

“Jaskier,” he rumbles quietly, his mouth miles ahead of the rest of him. The quiet, absent pleasure of waking up tangled with someone who smells sleepy and content and like they’re his leaves no room for reason. There’s no room for anything really, except to press a kiss to whatever patch of skin he can find, savoring the soft sigh it earns him.

Jaskier is… The night before rushes back to him, and Geralt almost jerks away, even though it would be entirely pointless to bother with that now. He cracks an eye open and is met with the disaster that Jaskier’s hair, mussed in the night by sleep, and by Geralt’s fingers buried in it before that. Even as worry begins to creep in, he sort of wants to do it again.

This isn’t the first time they’ve shared a bed. This probably isn’t even the hundredth time they’ve shared a bed. This is most definitely the first time they’ve done so with so little clothing between them, none to be exact. There’s only the blanket tucked around them both, warm and lovely and unexpectedly distressing.

Geralt isn’t sorry, per se. Jaskier’s chest rises and falls under Geralt’s palm in the slow rhythm of sleep. It’s the loveliest thing Geralt can remember waking up to, and therein lies the problem. An emotion fed only grows, and this unruly, sprawling affection is the worst offender. Stupidly, Geralt had thought getting this out of his system would quell it, but the longing reaches a fever pitch instead.

Jaskier is beautiful, all the more so for the way he shifts in his sleep, closing the gap Geralt has tried to put between them. Geralt could happily wake like this every day for the rest of his life, but it isn’t a fair thing to ask of someone who flits from one love to the next like a butterfly between flowers. He will not trap Jaskier in this just because he happens to be besotted. Somehow, the resolve not to try to keep this does nothing to ease the guilt welling up that he wants to in the first place.

Nothing Jaskier said the night before conveyed meaning beyond a playful desire to tumble into bed together. Moving the target now would only be cruel. He should be rolling out of bed, hastening them back to normal. He should be proving that this has done nothing to harm their friendship. It isn’t Jaskier’s fault, after all, the way Geralt wants to breathe him in and kiss him senseless and forget the rest of the world until the innkeeper boots them out.

“Geralt?” Jaskier startles the witcher from his worries, wriggling impossibly closer and laying a palm over his knuckles. “You okay?”

“Thinking,” Geralt replies vaguely.

“Well, don’t hurt yourself,” Jaskier teases, still warm and lethargic with sleep. Geralt almost manages to take advantage of the levity of the moment and extricate himself, but before he can, Jaskier rolls over so they’re nearly nose to nose. His fingers cradle Geralt’s cheek and any attempt to escape now would just be graceless. “What about?”

Geralt doesn’t know how to answer, so he only hums noncommittally and hopes Jaskier will let it lie. Of course, Jaskier being Jaskier, does no such thing. He takes advantage of the change in positions to tangle his legs up with Geralt. “I can’t tell you to knock it off if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“We should get going.” Geralt tries once more to escape, frowning when Jaskier shows no sign of releasing him. It’s silly of course. Jaskier couldn’t hope to hold him here if Geralt was set on leaving. He just can’t actually make himself do it.

“Was it that bad a night?” It’s an easy opening, an invitation to stray back to their usual banter, but Geralt gets no further than a raised eyebrow before Jaskier is clasping a hand over the witcher’s mouth. “Wait. Don’t answer that or I might have to smother you with a pillow and that’ll just be unfortunate for both of us.”

Right there, with Jaskier smiling at him, Geralt can almost believe they’re going to survive this. Almost, but almost still leaves a distance he cannot cross. As soon as Jaskier pulls his hand back from Geralt’s mouth, the witcher opens it. “They’re not going to let us sleep in forever.”

“They might if I convince them to let me play again this evening. We could move on tomorrow,” Jaskier ventures, but something in Geralt’s face must give him pause. “Oh do not look at me like that. The world isn’t going to end just because you stop to take a breath once in a while, Geralt.”

“That’s not…” Geralt starts, but he doesn’t know how to finish. There are no words that convey the razor wire sensation of facing down the impermanence of Jaskier’s affections, of realizing how deeply his own feelings run far too late.

“Shh.” Geralt knew what to do with impulse, with Jaskier’s mouth crashing into his, with Jaskier’s hands scrabbling at him to shed his clothes. He doesn’t know what to do with the tender, intentional way Jaskier regards him this morning, lips pressing to the witcher’s brow and lingering afterwards. Does it mean something, or does Jaskier grant all his lovers this subdued, aimless devotion? Lust was so much simpler than this aching sort of affection that puts down roots even as Geralt tries to burn it away.

Geralt doesn’t precisely surrender, but he resigns himself to the lazy attention Jaskier is so determined to lavish on him. If he lets Jaskier turn him away later instead of now, there will be at least this one pleasant thing to remember. So he doesn’t complain at Jaskier’s fingers combing through his hair, or the bard’s body pressed warmly to his. If every touch feels like a harbinger of their demise, it’s still hard to let go of.

He almost passes things off as okay, he thinks, until Jaskier kisses him. It’s a brief thing, immediately withdrawn. “Geralt?”

If realizing the hopeless situation he’s stumbled into was uncomfortable, the idea of talking about it is nothing short of torture.

“Well, you haven’t shoved me out of bed yet, so you’re not mad. Talk to me,” Jaskier coaxes, his expression so openly concerned and affectionate, Geralt could scream.

“It’s no-” Geralt starts, but Jaskier shut him up with a theatrically sour look.

“I swear if you say nothing,” Jaskier threatens aimlessly, an easy smile on his lips, but underneath, Geralt can hear the way his anxious heart threatens to vibrate right out of his chest.

“I don’t know what this is,” Geralt admits because that, at least, is safe. It’s nothing about how he feels in relation to anything. It’s nothing about the want that simmers under the surface despite his guilt.

Jaskier’s brows scrunch in a way that would be endearing if the entire ordeal didn’t feel so fraught already. “I don’t think I follow. I mean, I know having a conversation isn’t your usual wheelhouse, but it’s not exactly a foreign concept.”

“Not. That.” Geralt bites the words out, tight and clipped while he gathers his frayed nerves enough to explain. “You’re not in the habit of keeping people. I don’t know what you want.”

For just a second, Jaskier looks like he’s been struck and Geralt wants desperately to take the whole thing back. But the bard’s expression smooths out and then twists up in a wry smile. “Of course I don’t. What would I even do? Drag someone else along on our travels?”

There’s a point Jaskier is making. It’s right there. He knows it is, but it eludes Geralt anyway. “You could have stayed somewhere if there was someone you wanted to stick around for.”

Jaskier laughs, just a giggle at first, and then so hard that even his efforts to bury his face against Geralt’s shoulder do nothing to stifle it. “You are absolutely right. I could fall completely and utterly in love with someone and choose to stick around.”

“I don’t see how that’s funny,” Geralt says flatly, staring at the far wall of their room. The urge to curl around Jaskier and forget the whole stupid conversation in strong, and maybe he’d have been better off doing that in the first place, but he doesn’t surrender to it.

“Well, you’re one of the smartest people I know, so these moments where you decide to be an absolute idiot happen to be hilarious,” Jaskier teases. The bard must take pity, because his palm slides to cradle Geralt’s jaw, and Jaskier puts himself right at eye level where the witcher can’t look away. “Don’t you realize? I fell in love with someone, and I chose to stick around. It happened ages ago.”

Geralt has long since given up on trying to anticipate what Jaskier will say to any given prompt, but that is… somehow not even on the same continent as anything he might have expected. “What?”

“You really are determined to make this as difficult and stressful for me as possible, aren’t you?” Jaskier asks. There’s a tightness around his eyes when he looks at Geralt, leaving the witcher with the awful realization that Jaskier must be flying as blind as he is. He’s probably as unsure of Geralt’s intent as Geralt is of his. And yet… “I chose you, you ridiculous man. I always choose you.”

That… that explains a lot, actually. Geralt swallows thickly as Jaskier’s nose bumps against his. “Why didn’t you ever say?”

“Ah yes. ‘Hello my very dear emotionally… hampered witcher who will sometimes, on a very good day, admit that we are friends. Would it it complicate things overly much if I also happened to be completely, utterly in love with you?’” Jaskier huffs out a helpless, almost panicky sort of laugh. “Tell me Geralt, is there any time in the last few years where that would have gone well?”

Years? Now, confronted with the full force of it, Geralt isn’t sure how he even missed it last night, let alone for so long. Now that he knows it’s always been a bit painfully obvious. And much as he’d like to, he can’t really argue against Jaskier’s point that it probably wouldn’t have gone well to say so. “What changed?”

Jaskier sighs in that dramatic, overdone way he tends to when he’s being asked what he thinks is an exceedingly silly question. “You did.”

“Hmm.” Geralt doesn’t comment and Jaskier doesn’t press for further conversation. It’s peaceful, this thing blossoming between them, now that his most immediate concerns have been silenced.

That Jaskier laid his heart on the line and asked for nothing back isn’t lost on Geralt though. The words catch and stick on his throat, so Geralt writes them into the tender way he traces the curve of Jaskier’s spine with his fingertips. He presses them against Jaskier’s lips, jaw, throat with lazy, lingering kisses.

“So tell me-” Jaskier starts, the words interrupted by a soft sigh as Geralt’s thumb skims the divot of his hip. It’s an unmistakably promising sound all by itself, even ignoring that delightful way Jaskier presses into the touch. He finishes his thought, but it’s unmistakably breathless. “What are you thinking now?”

The recognition that this isn’t some fluke settles warmly around him. This could be always. There are so few things a witcher really keeps, but for now he’s willing to entertain the notion that this might be one of them.

“I’m thinking…” Geralt mumbles against the side of Jaskier’s neck, delighting in the way the bard’s fingers tangle in his hair and tug. “That maybe we’ll leave tomorrow.”

[atsuminthe]

morning dew

★ synopsis: there’s something warming in the little moments spent with your family.

★ character(s): nicolas romero

★ warning: female reader

★ minty’s notes: have i mentioned recently how much i love this man, because i think i haven’t. anyways the thing written in italic is from a song i remembered these days. bolded words are terms of endearment

part of “home is where your heart is” series

    the sun seeps through the window as you move the curtains, making your husband groan. nicolas wakes up at 6:15 am daily, saying that it’s a lot better to run while the weather's cooler—it gets his blood pumping. so, since he wakes so early, you’re usually up yourself after he indulges in your embrace for 5 minutes as he debates whether he should go for a jog or not.

    “come on, nico, rise and shine,” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eye as you gently massage his shoulder. he gives you another groan and hides under the blanket. “i wake up earlier than you for once and this is what i get? no more cuddles for you, mister,” you threaten playfully, though nicolas knows it’s a completely empty one. you can’t resist him, just like he can’t resist you—it’s something you’ve come to realize over the years, after tens of choked, sobbed cries, hundreds of playful pouts, thousands of lingering stares and millions of little touches.

    you’re like a breath of fresh air from the bustling of the city and his career, a safe haven to call his own at the end of the day when he returns, exhausted and carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. that’s when you embrace him in a way only you can, lifting everything from his back and allowing him to rest—you hide him in your arms, warm and protective. it’s just like when you hug rubens whenever he cries, shushing his cries and rubbing his back—your eyes are glazed over, as if apologizing. ‘forgive me for the gift i gave you—forgive me—you’re mortal, you’re hurt because of me’ is what your watery gaze seems to whisper. it breaks his heart and he’s sure yours is painfully wrenching in your own chest as well.

    snapping out of his daze, he’s met with your smiley face, holding out a cup of water for him, which he takes carefully before gulping it down in one go.

    “good morning, sleeping beauty,” you giggle—chimes in the wind—and he mirrors your smile with a grin of his own.

    “good morning to you as well, minha vida.”

    you flip the pancake in the pan, humming a random tune that plays on tv in the background. there’s a neat stack of the fluffy treats to your right and a cup of coffee to your right. you turn your head around when the door to rubens’s room on the second floor opens and closes, a soft smile blooming on your face as little feet pad down the stairs, most likely guided by the smell of his breakfast.

    “morning, mama,” the little boy greets, yawning and adjusting his pajama pants as he runs over to hug your waist and clutch your shirt with his tiny palms. it’s a ritual you’ve established ever since he was small—he’ll come hug you first thing in the morning so his day and yours can start on a happy note.

    “good morning, meu anjo,” you reply, setting down the spatula and lowering yourself a little to wrap an arm around his shoulders, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “how did you sleep?”

    “pretty good,” rubens answers, grimacing when you ruffle his brown curls. he slowly detaches from you and makes his way to the table, climbing the chair next to the window—his usual spot. that’s where he always sits, so he can see his dad returning in the morning and the neighbor and his dog always pass by on their evening walks.

    “and why are you awake so early, hm? it’s saturday, sweetie,” you ask, taking the last pancake out of the pan, placing it in the sink and quickly cleaning the stove after putting out the fire.

    “i was feeling a little rumbly in my tumbly!” the child answers cheerfully, grinning widely and showing off one of his missing teeth.

    “oh my!” you fake gasp, playing along. “and what does your rumbly tumbly want to eat on this fine morning, carinho?”

    “pancakes! with lots of syrup!”

    you take the plate from the countertop and transfer some pancakes on another plate, drizzling your son’s favorite syrup on top of them, accompanied by a square of butter. you hand him a fork—he thanks you and starts eating, humming at the taste. “mama cooks the best food!” he praises and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “i really love you, mama. i’m so glad dad married you.” you snort at that, hiding your face with one of your hands.

    “thank you, carinho. mama loves you too.”

    cutting another piece of the fluffy pastry, he excitedly tells you about his dream as you listen intently, nodding from time to time. after a few minutes, the front door clicks, opens and closes and the knick knack bowl in the hall rattles with some keys thrown in it. rubens stuffs his mouth with another two pieces of pancake before he hops down from his chair and darts towards the commotion. laughter fills the hall as you hear a thud, most likely from your husband toppling over while trying to catch his son and take off his shoes at the same time.

    “amor, i’m home! and i got your favorite snacks too!” nicolas’ deep voice echoes in the house and you smile, making your way towards your two favorite boys.

    “did you now?” you tease, earning a cheeky grin and a kiss to your cheek as he passes you, one arm cradling rubens to his chest and the other holding the grocery bag. even at 9 years of age, rubens loves being held up in someone’s arms. it’s usually his father’s job, since you found out on a sunny morning where your back cracked a little that he’s a little too heavy for you now. you watch them from the door, all smiles and laughter, as your son relates his dream to his father too. nicolas is a lot better at entertaining rubens, gasping and frowning and smiling and objecting on some parts.

    “what are you standing there for, amor? come sit down with us,” nicolas beckons, patting the seat next to him. you shake your head, placing the snacks in their cabinets first and grabbing your cup of coffee and two glasses of fruit juice before making your way to the table.

    the sun shines upon your little family as you chatter the morning away, and you can’t wait for the day ahead of you to unfold.

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[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 13: Crystal Clear: Part 2

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, breeding kink, talks of infertility

Summary: The night after their outing gets deeper then Heisenberg had ever planned. Words spoken, heavy and otherwise

Feedback appreciated. 18+

This will get a bit heavy near the end….be ready my lovelies

They sat on a large outcropping of crystal, talking about nothing in particular. They simply filled the silence with whatever came to mind: Heisenberg sharing new ideas he was mulling over, while Juniper gushed about recipes she was excited to try.

Their voices were light and soft, becoming a comforting mummer as the sky deepened into a dark shade of orange above them.

Feeling the daylight slipping away, Heisenberg finally pulled out his pocket watch. He looked at it almost surprised, rubbing it on his coat to clean its surface before double checking his eyes hadn’t deceived him.

“Damn, it’s getting late Buttercup.” He admitted, part of him wanting to stay within the cavern forever. It was hard to abandon this place, especially now that it was filled with a warmth he couldn’t describe.

Her smile fell slightly, “We better get back before it gets too dark then.”

He nodded, standing.

On their journey back Juniper carefully opened the cherries. She popped one in her mouth before offering the open jar to Heisenberg. He pulled his glove off with his teeth, shoving it in his pocket before diving in for one.

Juniper giggled at the face he made, the tartness catching him off guard.

They passed the jar between each other as they walked.

“Hey Doll.” Heisenberg spoke around a mouthful, wanting to catch her attention. She looked up at him, watching as he contorted his jaw and tongue behind closed lips. He opened his mouth to reveal a cherry stem tied in a knot between his teeth, smiling cockily.

She gave him a playful shove, “Maybe you can show me other tricks with your mouth later.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asked, spitting the stem into the snow.

“Maybe.”

“Dangerous game buttercup.”

She pranced ahead, turning to scoff “I’m so scared.”

“Little sweet thing like you?” He licked his lips, “I’ll gobble you right up.”

Careful to seal the jar first, Juniper smiled wickedly, “You’ll have to catch me first, old man!”

With that she quickly turned and started to race down the stone bridge, the factory peeking out in the distance.

Stomach aching from the amount of cherries he’d eaten, Heisenberg did not give chase. Instead gingerly walking forward.

Juniper realized her miscalculation as soon as she reached the iron gate. Her compass hummed and vibrated against her neck, sidedly dragging her forward. It stuck tight to the gate, holding her in place like a leash. Twisting to look at the man responsible, her green eyes narrowed.

His face was alight with victory as he strode up to her. Clicking his tongue he asked, “Now what was all that kitten?”

She grumbled, “This is cheating.”

Whistling he straightened, “Well shit, you’ll have to punish me then.”

She struggled a bit before he spoke again, “Or…I could just have my way with you because I’m an unfair bastard.”

He came close to her face, his splitting in a roguish smile, “I think I’ll take option two.”

She gasped as in one swift motion he released his hold on the compass and scooped her up, slinging her over his shoulder. He strode towards the factory hearing her giggle.

As always he was true to his word…After cleaning up and shedding all their clothing, Heisenberg instructed her to get onto the bed.

Juniper complied, thighs pressing together eagerly. Heisenberg licked his lips, stalking towards her like a hungry wolf. Crawling up the bed he sealed their lips in another kiss, pulling away to trail more down her neck and breasts.

Juniper’s fingers found his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He rumbled into her flesh as he worked his way downwards.

Making it to her opening, he smiled, her already hot and needy. His pale eyes flicked up to meet her own, warmth radiated between them. He set to work, diving in and completely devouring her.

Always a man of passion he put all of himself into every task, this was no exception. He adored to feel her write under him, her soft thighs squeezing around his head. And the sounds she made: the sweetest music to his ears.

His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking feverishly. She arched back into the bed with ecstasy.

Juniper’s eyes rolled back as she moaned.

“Karl…I-I,” she stuttered.

He let go to lath circles into her flesh with his tongue. He felt her approaching her release, keeping up his pace to draw it from her.

“I love you!”

Her sweet voice sounded, almost crying the last words as she came.

Heisenberg’s eye snapped open. Lifting his head, he searched over her face.

She wasn’t looking at him, lost in pleasure and unaware of what she’d said.

He crawled up the bed, over her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hip, encouraging him in closer.

He leaned down, brushing hair from her forehead. Coming down from her high, Juniper smiled up at him.

She cupped his face softly, her smile reaching her eyes as he pressed into her hands.

His eyes squeezed shut, his heart swelling.

He dropped to his elbows, propping himself up over her but close enough their chests touched.

Their lips sealed in a kiss.

It wasn’t hungry or fevered.

They simply enjoyed the closeness of the act, Juniper tangling her fingers in his unruly hair. Their kiss deepened. Heisenberg rolled his hips, slowly entering her slicked opening.

She mewled into his mouth, making his chest rumble. He took her slowly, enjoying the simple touch of their bodies.

Breaking the kiss he watched her lips, eyes flickering up to meet her own.

Her feelings were echoed by him. Juniper pulled him closer, his hips rocking slightly into her. He nuzzled into her neck, movements tender. She met his affections in kind, holding him and peppering kisses down his cheek and jaw.

Heisenberg felt addicted to her touches, the way her walls drew him in. Felt like he could never get enough of her warmth.

His thrusts increased with need. He groaned into her skin as he came, the muscles of his back tightening.

Juniper whispered words of praise, her lips against his ear. He huffed out hotly as he pushed himself up on his hands.

He started to pull free from her then surged his hips forward, bottoming out in her again.

She gasped out feeling him going seamlessly into another round.

“Trying to breed me?” She asked breathily. His cock squelched as he fucked his seed back into her.

“Would you like that?” His voice was husky, bringing his thumb to brush her lip.

Her face flushed deeper at the touch, making his lips twitch into a smile. Their combined releases filled the room with obscene sounds.

“Want me to fill your belly with my pups?” He almost whispered the words, “To stuff you full?”

Her legs tightened around him.

“Yes!” Juniper arched deliciously into him.

“Tell me what you want.” He kept thrusting into her wetly.

“I want your pups!” She cried out pleasure threatening to spill over, “Breed me please.”

Heisenberg picked up his pace, spurred on by her words, pushing her over the edge.

She shook under him, crying out with tiny decelerations of her delight.

Her core milked him as she tightened.

He rolled back on his haunches, pulling her hips off the bed with him. He held her down as far as he could on his cock.

Juniper felt him paint her walls, pleasure radiating to every extremity.

He breathed out deeply, gathering her up and hugging her to him. Juniper wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shifted his legs out from under him, maneuvering her lay down with her more comfortably. He didn’t leave her warmth.

They enjoyed their afterglow, Heisenberg rubbing small circles into her back.

The vulnerability of their act didn’t cause him the depth of distress it had previously. It would still teeter between a sense of ease and wavering bewilderment.

 He wanted to speak, words fluttering around his rib cage like a small bird. He swallowed, drawing her closer.

~

“Hey Karl?” Juniper’s voice was small and tentative.

“Hm?” He rumbled from his chest, not moving.

“We’re you serious?”

“About?”

She bit her lip, cheeks reddening, “About me…having your ‘pups’?”

She felt him stiffen a bit, taking a long intake of air.

His mind swam with emotion, wanting to say so much but the only words to tumble from his lips were, “Buttercup…I don’t think we can.”

He looked down into her eyes: they were big and sweet and innocent. Their green depths filled with confusion.

He signed, cuddling her a bit closer. “The cadou, it…changed us. It takes away a lot.” The words made his chest ache.

Heisenberg saw the understanding draw over her. Juniper gave a small nod of understanding, her lips becoming a thin line.

He was reminded that he was no longer human, that it was stripped away from him.

“But what about Alicina?” Juniper asked, her brows knotting together.

“The bug girls?” He shrugged, “No she adopted them after she was turned. I don’t know anyone that’s been able to…to have a kid after…”

He trailed off, but said enough.

Juniper quietly laid her head down against his chest, listening to his heartbeat for a long moment.

“It’s alright.” She finally spoke.

“Hm?”

“It’s probably good that we can’t.” She frowned, seeing his questioning look she continued, her voice somber, “I wouldn’t want Miranda to take them away.”

Heisenberg felt his heart drop, but had to agree. The thoughts plaguing his mind. He shook them away, lifting Juniper’s chin to meet his gaze.

“So it’ll just be you and me, buttercup.” He soothed, taking a thumb and brushing away a stray tear from her cheek, “Will that be alright?”

She nodded, affirming, “You and me.”

“Even if I’m a grizzled old bastard?” He gave a toothy grin causing her to softly giggle.

She smiled sweetly up at him, “Even then.”

“Good.” He smiled back, drawing her into a tender kiss. He could be happy, he told himself: just her and him.

[ilovefandoms102]

Love me Harder-Part 4

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Summary: Falling in love with your sisters sworn enemy probably wasn’t the best idea…

Note: Tik Tok challenge requests are still open for whoever wants to submit one! I will be doing them throughout the day! I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

Part 3 Part 5

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Rafe and I became exclusive after that night on the beach…

It was weird at first being so open despite the odd looks from people. I tried not to think about it too much despite the comments and stares. I was going to enjoy my time with Rafe. 

This led to one of my rare days off, my legs perched on the dash of Rafe’s golf cart. My eyes trained on his muscles working as he played on the Figure Eight golf course. I squirmed in my seat a little from the way his muscles flexed, his hat perched on his head backwards adding to the desire pooling in my belly. We hadn’t moved past the heavy make outs with occasional groping, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready for more. 

My experience with men wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t great. I’ve had my few shares of casual hook ups, boyfriends that didn’t last longer than a few months before the feelings died out, but Rafe was different. Maybe it was the fact that we had both wanted each other for so long, the tension bursting between us now that we could freely be seen with the other. 

“What are you thinking about so hard over there beautiful?” Rafe asked, startling me from my thoughts. 

“How good your ass looks in those shorts.” I smirked, earning a deep blush from my boyfriend. 

He sauntered over to me, swinging his club around to hold it behind his neck. Rafe leaned his head down to touch his nose to mine, sweetly pecking my lips before he pulled away. I moved my hands to feel the slight stubble forming on his cheeks, he let go of the golf club, and let it fall to the ground. In the next instance, he had my legs around his waist. Rafe leaned in to crush his lips to mine, leaning me back at an angle. I forgot where we were, and that people were literally all around us. My only focus was how good his soft lips felt against mine. I bit his bottom lip, gently tugging it back. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. 

“Come on guys, this is a family golf course.” Someone called, my head snapping to see Topper making his way over. Rafe flipped him off as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

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I very quickly became uninterested in being at Figure Eight now that Topper decided to interrupt mine and Rafe’s hot make out. He stayed with Rafe to play a round between them which annoyed me even more. I didn’t get a lot of days off, so my mood was pretty much ruined. I saw Pope walking by, carrying some groceries for someone. I was going to jump up and help when Topper decided to make his way to him. 

“Well, well look who we have here.” Topper hollered, my feet instantly taking off towards Pope. Rafe had yet to notice either of us were gone. 

“Can we please give it a rest today, unless you want to deliver your own groceries.” Pope spat, dodging Topper’s reaches for the beer he was carrying. 

“Knock it off Topper, your tea time isn’t up yet.” I growled, stepping in front of Pope. 

“Leave this to the men y/n,” Topper hissed, shoving me to the side as he attacked Pope. 

I went into flight or fight mode, jumping on Topper’s back as he railed his fists down on Pope. I punched Topper’s nose, giving Pope enough time to wiggle his way out from under Topper. He reached back and pulled my hair, a scream leaving my lips from the burn. I tumbled down, scraping my arms and legs against the gravel. Topper grabbed his club, and swung at Pope. I was horrified as blood spewed from Pope’s lips. 

“RAFE!” I screeched, hoping to grab his attention. 

I didn’t look to see if he had heard me, jumping to my feet to run towards Pope and Topper. In a split second decision, I jumped in front of Pope, and took Topper’s swing. Agonizing pain tore through my body, a sickening crack heard as the head of the club connected to my ribs. Topper’s eyes widened, dropping his club immediately. I whimpered on the ground, keeping my eyes closed as I sobbed in pain. 

“Y/n!” Pope shouted, crouching down to me. 

“Go, run.” I whispered, giving him a reassuring nod as he took off. 

“What the fuck just happened?!” Rafe boomed, but I couldn’t focus on his words. White noise rang in my ears, my heart still thudding in my chest from the adrenaline. I snapped out of it when I felt a hand, Rafe’s hand, pushing some hair from my face. 

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” he asked.

“Hurts,” was all I was able to gurgle out. 

“Tell me where baby,” Rafe spoke softly. 

“Ribs,” I choked.

“She just jumped in front of me man!” Topper exclaimed.

“Because you were beating a fucking kid Topper!” I snapped, flinching in pain.

“Can I lift you up, get you to the ER?” Rafe asked gently, his hands shaking as they stayed near my face.

“I think I can get up,” I huffed, having help from Rafe to stand. My ribs were aching, the pain feeling like a stabbing sensation. 

“I’ll deal with you later.” Rafe hissed as Topper, following behind me as I walked back towards the golf cart.

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A cracked rib that would take a while to heal, the doctor was surprised that it wasn’t crushed with the severity of the bruise forming on my ribcage. I was told to not go back to work for at least a week, yeah, we’ll see how that goes over with my dad...

“So, you want me to cancel dinner tonight?” Rafe asked, holding my hand tight in his as we exited the ER. 

“No, I still want to go.” I insisted, nerves creeping in as I remembered I was having dinner with Rafe and his family tonight.

This would be the first time I would be there as Rafe’s girlfriend, and I was scared shitless. I knew my parents, or I should say my mother and my biological father, grew up with Ward and Rose. The tension was there at the Kook gatherings they made me attend since my mother had me when she was still in High School. 

“I don’t want you to go if you feel like you have to...you don’t need to suffer in pain all night.” Rafe sighed, assisting me while I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck.

“Rafe this is important, I want to make a good impression, and how is it going to look if I bail.” I scoffed. He had one arm leaning on the open door while the other was by my head, his blue eyes filled with worry.

“They aren’t going to give a shit if you’re hurt. Baby, please just think about this.” he murmured.

“I have thought about it, I’m going, and that’s final.” I growled, swinging my legs in the door. 

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I spent the next three hours making sure every detail about my outfit, hair, and makeup were perfect. Rafe laid on my bed, scrolling through his phone while he waited for me to get ready. His constant complaints about how long I was taking was really starting to irritate me however…

“Babe, this isn’t a fancy ass dinner. It’s just my dad and Rose, and I think my sisters might be there.” Rafe mumbled, throwing his phone down beside him.

“I swear to god Rafe, if you complain one more fucking time…” I laughed humorlessly.

Rafe got up from his spot, leaning down behind me. His eyes met mine in the mirror, staying connected as he leaned down towards my neck. He placed gentle, wet kisses down the side, my eyes widening when I felt his teeth nick a spot just below my ear.

“Rafe!” I gasped, pulling away from him immediately. His shit eating grin earned a playful shove from me, his laughter booming through my room.

“I’m gonna kill you,” I gritted through my teeth, trying to cover up the bite to the best of my abilities. Once I was fully dressed, Rafe’s eyes surely would have popped out of his head if they had gotten any wider. 

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered, taking his eyes away from you.

“What?” I panicked.

“How am I supposed to sit through a family dinner with you lookin’ like that.” he blurted, a giggle slipping through my lips.

“Sorry baby,” I smiled, leaning up on my toes to kiss him.

“You look stunning, and I’m so happy you’re all mine.” Rafe whispered, butterflies racing in my stomach at his compliment. 

“Thank you Rafe, I’m happy too.” I spoke softly, giving him another sweet kiss.

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I wanted to puke from how nervous I was, wishing I had taken Rafe’s idea to cancel. I was about to high tail it back to the truck, but before I knew it, we were entering the Cameron household. Rose smiled wickedly sweet at Rafe and I, Ward didn’t even glance towards us, and Sarah and Wheezie were the only ones to actually greet us. I felt awkward around Sarah with the beef she still had with Kie, and I knew she was also talking to John B. Rafe didn’t seem to notice my discomfort, dragging me to the dining room. 

“So Rafe, how long is this one gonna last?” Ward rumbled from his seat.

“Seriously dad?” Rafe questioned, his grip on my hand almost hurting. 

“I’m just saying...none of your other, um, exploits, really had staying power. You think this is gonna last more than a week?” Ward chuckled, ice flowing through my veins as my gaze went back and forth between the two men. 

“We’ve been together almost three months, I really care about her dad. Can we please have just a normal dinner?” Rafe exasperated, running a hand through his hair. 

“I mean Rafe...you know about her parents.” Rose spoke up, my head snapping in her direction.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe asked, irritation clear in his voice.

“Her mother’s track record isn’t exactly...well let’s just say she sure knows how to pick ‘em.” Rose chuckled, my shoulders straightening.

“I’d thank you kindly to keep my mother’s business out of your mouth Mrs. Cameron.” I spoke harshly.

“Honey...your real dad didn’t want your mother, he didn’t want you, so what makes you think our Rafe will have anything to do with you? Your mother was a slut, and you know what they say...like mother like daughter.” she pointed out, my blood boiling at this point. 

“That’s enough!” Rafe shouted, standing up so fast his chair raked against the tile. 

I shot out of my seat, tears pricking my eyes as I made my way out the front door. I could hear them all arguing, but I didn’t care to listen. My ribs protested as I let out a sob, my hand holding on to them as a rush of pain surged through me. I was prepared to walk home at this point, my feet carrying me on instinct. 

“Y/n, wait baby please!” I heard Rafe call.

“Can you please just take me home Rafe, I want to go.” I sniffled, backing away when he tried to reach out for me. 

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“I’m so sorry,” Rafe whispered when he parked his truck in front of my house.

“Not your fault, I just...I definitely was not expecting that.” I mumbled, wringing my hands out anxiously. I looked from my house and back to Rafe, biting down gently on my lip.

“Do you...do you want to stay with me?” I asked quietly, looking down at my hands.

“Only if you want me to,” he smiled, my head nodding immediately. 

I did my nightly routine, checking the locks on everything before heading back to my room. I put a scrunchie on the door which signaled the kids that I didn’t want to be bothered. I left my fairy lights on, sliding in next to Rafe who was already cozied up under my covers. I buried my face into his neck, completely entangling myself with him. His hand traveled up my thigh that was laying across him, stopping at my hip to rub the skin that was showing from my shirt riding up. The rings on his fingers left goosebumps behind, the cold metal contrasting with the warmth that had spread from him to me. 

“For the record, I plan on keeping you.” Rafe smirked, pinching my skin playfully.

“Lucky me then, I get to put up with your dumbassery for a little while longer.” I teased, the both of us sent into a fit of laughter. Once that died down, Rafe tilted my chin up, kissing me tenderly.

“Sweet dreams beautiful,” he whispered.

“Sleep tight slick,” I yawned, snuggling up closer as I let my eyes close.

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[kataang-dungeon]

More to Love

Katara wants a baby

Rated: M

Word count: 1730

ao3 here

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Katara’s hum tumbled out of her as a lazy, drunken purr. When she strung together the energy to speak, her voice was paper-thin and delicate, a ricepaper whisper that only he could hear. “It’s getting late,” she said.

The coils of muscle at the curve of her back, angling into her hips, gave way to the firm circling of his thumbs like her every fiber was his element. Aang shifted, just a bit, not enough to excite either of them from how snugly he was buried within her. It was a gentle stirring of the coals to keep the heated heartbeat of their embers alive and warm. Their sweat was dry from their reunion of a long day, and he had long since finished wiping the thick ropes of his release from off her back. The night was quiet, the wind was dead, and their blanket of silence was warm and soft like how his afterglow made her own feel.

The bed dipped until he hovered just above her. His breath puffed against the nape of her neck. His heat was familiar and made her fuzzy all over, pillowing over her back like fallen dust pooling in films of sunlight. He brushed aside some sweaty hair, clinging to her cheek, and drew a smile on her face with how softly he kissed the spot. “I thought you rose with the Moon, Master Katara,” he said, even quieter than her. His gritty voice was a low rumble that wrapped around her like a hug. Katara smiled into his pillow. The moment was a lick of heaven. One side of her face was buried in the scent of him while the other was tasted by the source.

Katara’s smile spilled over into a weak laugh. Aang kissed her again and then moved a bit more, sluggish as if dragging a mountain. The drawing back of his hips was a slow loading of an archer’s bow that tugged a full minute into a small century. Katara would have squirmed if she could. The muscles of her face all relaxed. His shiver was the best part of how glided himself back into her, filling her just right, stretching her completely, anchoring himself to her seafloor.

His groan was barely there but brushed right over her ear. It licked foam off the top of her belly’s cup of pleasure and slid delicious little shivers up each and every one of her nerves. Against her temple, he smiled something childish that reminded her of why she fell in love with him. The little nothings he mumbled into her hair turned her into a hot-faced girl again, weakly giggling when he wanted her to and trying to hide her face in her shoulder, away from him. She hugged his pillow a little tighter but couldn’t fight back when he dug out her face with his. He laid siege to her with playful growls and gentle nips to the part of her jaw that always made her laugh. He caught her in a kiss and held her captive with his talent, determined to treat her to the touches that his heart was due to give her. Each dip was a gentle challenge, an invitation to a new dance.

“Hey, Aang?” she asked between kisses.

Aang relented, letting his life’s purpose to love her spill into little kisses walking up her face. He tasted her smile, her cheek lifting beneath his lips. He gladly used his spell on her to coerce her into lying flat again. “Mhm?” he asked.

It took everything she had, but Katara peeled open her eyes into tired half-lids that were heavier than a palace. She turned, just enough, barely an inch, to catch him when he next tried to kiss her so she could give him something proper. She pulled away before gravity yanked her down into his pillow. Her exhaustion was just too heavy for her strings. Aang kissed above her eye and nuzzled her cheek so closely that she could brush her nose to his without really having to move.

“Aang,” she said, again, her tone compelling him to kiss the corner of her mouth. “I want to have a baby.”

The moment of pause that followed was pregnant but just what she expected. “A...A baby?” Aang said, like a question.

Katara nodded, picking her head up just so she could kiss his cheek like how he had done to her. “I want your baby, Aang.”

“Really?”

She laughed. “Yes, dear, we’re married.”

“My baby...Our baby…” The wind flurried as if clicking its heels, a gentle gust strong enough to brush her face but too soft to move her hair. Aang tried to kiss her, wherever he could, but his smile got in the way. He lowered, brushing his chest to her back. His heart threw itself with such strength against the cage of his chest that the distance between them carried the aftershocks. “You want to be a mother?” he asked, voice clipping, arms shifting and yearning to hold her.

Something better than pride, that felt a lot like freedom, tripped over itself and filled Katara’s chest. It dripped something new, something thick, and something so much like how she felt whenever he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that she thought that her spirit would burst. The man above her, hard within her, softly peppering his love across her shoulder, flexed and fidgeted like he was burning and about to combust. His eagerness was a new shade of him that she had never encountered. It paced around her heart, excited to meet her and ask her to play.

She envied his energy. The thought of a family gave her a tranquil content but threw him the vitality of a few dozen suns. He felt warmer, somehow, though he still hovered just above her. He was kindling suddenly given friction, and Katara’s sigh was exhausted and giddy when he shifted enough to excite them both. She felt him grow more firm, by nothing more than a few words and probably a million different thoughts. She laid down just as she had before, hands tucked under his pillow and with him kissing along her back, up her neck, across her jaw, and anywhere else that could melt her.

“You, a mother...,” he mumbled, reverently. His energy was fast and strong, racing through him, with each heavy beat of his heart. One of his hands left its spot on the mattress to slide down the dip of her spine and curl around her waist, flattening against her belly. His first thrust was a fluid flex of his body, a long, rolling wave, that gently touched the deepest parts of her with a firm grind. Her exhausted muscles, from head to toe, danced for him. “Our baby...”

Aang’s voice did something warm to the words that did something warm to where she was wet for him, sensitive and slick as he moved. It was possessive and protective, marked by his playful bite to her shoulder and the arm around her waist that grew firm around her like a chain. He scooted closer, lower, building himself a fortress for her, kissing sweet securities in brushes of his lips against her ear.

Katara’s moan met a crescendo, and her eyes, though closed, still fluttered. “Mhm...Yes, your baby, Aang...Our baby...,” she mumbled, her voice little more than an airy exhale. Saying it made her next breath short, more vulnerable than a gasp, and redirected her energy to think clearly into moving her hips to invite him deeper. Aang’s impatience beaded lightly on his skin and gave his scent a musk that turned her into a puddle. He kissed her shoulder and the soft spots on her neck, smiling and pawing the mattress like she had just agreed to marry him again.

His pace was fast but savory, like warmed honey pooling from a spoon. He brushed his face to hers, alternating between kissing her temple, mumbling small praises, and pressing his brow to her hair, groaning big promises. She would be beautiful, pregnant with their child. His gorgeous, amazing Katara. The world didn’t deserve to have two of her, but he would make it a place that would love her and their baby just as much as he did.

He was close, and quickly. He was impatient to have a family, eager to make a new life with her so he could have more of her to love. He kissed her when he tensed, throbbing within her, and Katara kept their connection as he came. His jaw went slack and trembled, his inhales rapid gulps of air. The small sounds he stumbled over were matched with her own hums, and she had never before felt so warm.

His pants were powerful and pressed into her back when he collapsed in a satisfied, unwound heap. She felt his smile like how she felt the sun’s heat even when it was overcast. She kneaded the mattress from where her hands were still tucked so nicely underneath his pillow.

He didn’t move besides the small shift necessary to give her one more kiss. He tucked his arms around her, reaching under his pillow, too, determined to hold her hands. His heart galloped against her back. Katara giggled and gave his hands a squeeze. He kissed the dip of her shoulder before making it his head’s home. It was the middle of winter and cold, but he warmed her from the inside out and protected her from the dark parts of her own season.

“...such a wonderful mother…,” he mumbled, hips weakly thrusting and refusing to leave her anytime soon. “...’s gonna be as sweet and kind as you are...and’ll be beautiful because you’re their mother…”

Katara smiled so widely that even her shoulders rose. Aang weakly laughed, exhausted and losing his breath again, and used the excuse to kiss her. Katara struggled to stay awake. He shifted again, just a bit, enough to excite them about their future and enough to bring a new flavor of peace to their present.

Katara’s last thought was of his one hand holding both of hers under his pillow while his other wound around to her belly. He hummed a tune to the harmony of their heartbeats, the bass of his voice making her world purr.

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Much love and horny,

Mod Sifu Grapefruit

[dreamydjarin]

wine drunk w/ javi

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent and ended up being a lot longer than expected - i just want to dance whilst wine drunk with this sweet man~

pair: javier pena/gender-neutral reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, being drunk goofs, might get a little saucy by the end

we all know javier is a man who likes his alcohol but i like to imagine that wine still gets him a little tipsy & helps him shed some of the weight he carries on his shoulders

by the time he gets home from work that friday, the sun having long gone down, you’ve already had one or two glasses and you’re dancing around the kitchen to the radio as you finish up an easy dinner for the two of you

he leans on the kitchen door frame with his arms crossed, a fond little smile growing as he watches you sway to the beat once you’ve finished the food, eyes closed with hands braced on the counter

javi snuck up behind you and wound his arms snug around your waist from behind, pulling you snug against him with laughter rumbling from his chest into your back when you squeaked in surprise, burying his face in your neck

“shit, javi! baby, you scared me!” you cried out before dissolving into giggles and wiggling in his hold enough that you could turn around and wrap your own arms around his neck, fingers immediately threading into the hairs at the base of his neck

“lo siento, mi amor,” he mumbles as he draws you back in and gently smooching all over your face, leaning into the hand playing with his hair. “just wanted to hold you.” 

you giggle some more and kiss his lips a couple times before you nestle into his chest, humming at the warmth he always radiated and sighing happily as you breathe him in

he sees the generous glass of wine you’d poured for yourself and the open bottle nearby. “do i need to play catch-up, baby?” he asks teasingly, pinching your side before snatching the glass from the counter and just downing it

15 minutes later: you’ve both finished eating dinner, polished off another bottle between the two of you, and you’re both giggling now as javier tells you about his day while you’re seated on the counter and javi tackles dishes

he keeps trying to impersonate steve whenever he comes up, which makes you laugh - even more so when he shot you a playful little pout before he grabbed a dish-towel to dry his hands and moved back towards you with a goofy smile on his face

he wrapped his arms around your middle as you locked your legs around him, lips meeting in the middle as you two slowly tangled yourselves together, javi’s hands running down your thighs and his mouth on your neck and then....

“oh my god, i love this song!” you cried out, gently shoving a confused javier off of you and then stumbling with him into the living room where the radio was

“i don’t really dance, querida,” he chides, even though he’s already wrapping one arm around your waist and taking your free hand in his

“for me? por favor?” you ask softly as you gaze up at him

and he knows he’d do anything you asked him so he nods and presses his forehead to yours

the two of you gently sway and he’s smiling so lovingly at you between kisses that you don’t notice that you’re backing into the coffee table until you’re already tripping before you hit the ground with a yelp

javi is over you in a second to check if you’re hurt but you burst into laughter, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as javier heaves a big sigh of relief

then you grab his hand and yank him down on the floor to you, making him shout as he tumbled into you, his face buried in your stomach before looking up at you with that deadly smirk of his

and maybe you guys stay on the floor for a while...........

[lixie-lovie]

{ Mysterious Stranger | skz }

h.hyunjin x reader

Chapter 3: The Fall

Genre: Dark!au, Thriller-ish, Fantasy!au

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of bodily mutation?, mention of weapons/blood/demons

((if anything else needs to be tagged/warned about please send me a message..i’ll fix it asap))

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: Okay I am becoming so excited for this story to continue, but I can only hope I am portraying all of the coolness of the idea through my writing ugh the struggle. Is this even a good story oof im unsure. Regardless, hope whoever is reads this enjoys as more should be coming soon! It’s gonna get good ;) Thx for reading and u have a great day <3

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It was at this moment I deemed that time felt as if it was stagnating. The rushing mid-afternoon air was whipping my hair around wildly and hurrying so quickly past my ears during my descent that the only noise I could recognize was a loud whistling and something rumbling faintly below me. I pondered on my possible end, but somehow I wasn’t afraid or screaming. No, in this moment of free fall where all I had to hold onto was faith and inevitability of time between myself and the ground I felt free, serene, alive even.

I felt my lips turning upwards in a small, genuine smile as I let out laughter that bubbled up deep from within my chest. I curled my limbs inward and felt almost childlike in my blissful glee. I kept my eyes closed and focused on feeling every second I had before the ending of this journey came. I counted down the seconds and my face turned further to the sky the higher the numbers would go until suddenly the impact came.

I fell limply down, the impact rough as a dull oof left my lips. Suddenly I realized what predicament I had found myself as I definitely didn’t just land on the hard concrete ground of the alleyway that was below the window I had just launched myself out of. I peeled my tightly shut eyes open one by one letting the bright, afternoon sun blind me for a moment before regaining my sight. As I did, however, I suddenly found myself laughing again.

I was staring into the eyes (or, well, where I thought his eyes were) of a man. A man covered in a black mirrored visor helmet, wearing all sleek, black leather, sitting on top of an equally as black motorcycle. I found myself giggling gleefully as I pressed my hands harshly against this man’s firm chest, laughing at how I marvelously wasn’t dead and also had just been randomly caught by a mysterious stranger (haha I know cheesy right). Because this seemed to be the least surprising thing I had encountered recently, I found myself bubbling out more laughter amidst a few gracious “thank you”s even as the man’s sturdy arms found my hips to lift me off of his obviously expensive bike. He plopped me unceremoniously down on my feet beside him, my back to the building I was in only moments before. 

My laughter slowly died down as I really took the situation in, but a silly smile still graced my features. I am sure now, I looked wild with my hair all over the place, my face covered in sweat and grime, and laughter bubbling out of my chest after falling out of a window. As I allowed myself to take in the man’s appearance properly, not sitting on his lap, I noticed that his build seemed familiar, like someone I had maybe seen in passing, but didn’t decide to ask many questions considering the circumstance. I found myself silent, unable to come up with much to say about the ridiculous situation I had ended up in. Thankfully, I wouldn’t have much chance to say anything before the man made a move to break the awkward tension. 

His large, slender, black leather glove clad hands slowly moved up to remove his helmet. I watched, enraptured at the way this other human was moving before me, as slowly the tan skin of his neck was revealed dawned with silver chains of some kind of series of necklaces tucked into his leather coat. Then, a light blond ponytail could be seen, tied at the base of his neck with some kind of thick, beaded black cord. Soon enough he was shaking his head free of the sticky sweat clad hairs on his forehead before furrowing his brows deeply and looking right into my shock stricken eyes. 

“Do you always get this much of a kick out of jumping out of windows, lady?” He spoke with a voice like honey. Deeper than I had imagined and angrier than I anticipated. I raked my eyes swiftly over him, taking in his honey skin, piercing eyes, and defined features. This man’s appearance was striking in many ways, but I couldn’t help myself from becoming dumbstruck by my own sudden realization. The man who had just saved my life was none other than the blade flipping man at the diner. The same made who had given me the dagger that started this whole ridiculous adventure. I staggered backwards suddenly, both physically and mentally stricken by this revelation. “Well? What’s wrong with your face??” He said, obviously waiting for some kind of response by the angry look dawning on his features and the grating tone of his voice. Man, this guy never looks happy huh?

Before I could come up with something to say from the thousands of thoughts racing through my head as my heart pounded dully in my chest I heard a sudden noise from overhead. The strange man and I turned our chins towards the sky and took in the scene unfolding from the window I had just been persuaded to jump out of. 

Seungmin was there, sweat dripping off of his forehead in beads, his arms littered in cuts and his clothing ripped and covered in red. The creature, now in a much less man-like form, was in front of him, facing away from the glass-void window at it’s back as it tried to pry itself free from his grip. Seungmin’s face contorted into a snarl as he drove the eerily similar to my own dagger into the monsters chest, forcefully tearing it towards the creature’s face, ripping a deep, black hole through the tough, burnt skin and dispersing the inky black blood of the creature all over his sweaty, heaving features. Before the ash began to eat the creature away, however, it got one final move in by reaching forward to grab Seungmin by the collar of his now stained and torn grey sweater, ripping him forward and out of the window, dooming him to fall as I had before, but this time without someone ready to catch him. 

I heard myself scream as I watched them fall. The monster turned to ash quickly during the descent, turning the air into a scene of grey and red specks floating around mixing with the array of glittering broken glass surrounding Seungmin’s bleeding, falling form as if taunting him one final time before his inevitable doom. Just as my scream was dying down I saw a sudden, swift movement from the man beside me. Faster than I could comprehend he had abandoned the bike on it’s side, the sound of the metal scraping against the concrete loud in the otherwise quiet alleyway. His footsteps pounded against the ground in a strong, graceful way before reaching the wall of the building on the far side of the alleyway. He leaped into the air extraordinarily high and began scaling the wall at an inhuman speed that seemed meticulous and practiced. He made his way a few feet up, stopping briefly to calculate, before turning 180 degrees and launching himself backwards, nimbly grasping his strong arms around Seungmin’s lower waist as Seungmin swiftly forced himself stiff and they tumbled down to the ground together. I felt as if I was watching in slow motion as I took in each detail sharply. Their impact was nearly silent in a way that had me gasping for air as they rolled together in an almost playful, dancing course of action and landed safely on their feet, seemingly unharmed from the fall, holding each other’s forearms tightly. 

“Hyunjin!” Seungmin gasped out excitedly, while removing himself from the other man’s embrace to run his eyes over his disheveled appearance. “I didn’t think Chan-hyung would send you of all people!” He said, increasing the volume of his voice with each excited word. “You look like shit.” He finished, matter-of-factually while laughing and tugging on the man’s blonde locks harshly. 

“Good to see you too and you don’t look much better right now, reckless one.” The man, Hyunjin?, grunted out harshly, the pleasant look on his face betraying his harsh tone. 

My mind was racing between the events that had just unfolded from the mysterious man’s actions, to catching my fall and the fight I had endured, to Seungmin’s brutal slaying of his own literal demon. I realized I wasn’t breathing when I was broken out of my stoic stance by the sound of my name being yelled as footsteps grew nearer. 

“Y/n!” My eye’s subtle haze of thoughtfulness melted away allowing me to see Seungmin rushing over towards me with an expression of relief on his face. I felt my brows furrowing and my nose scrunching up at his disgruntled appearance. I tried to form a question out of the many ones wandering through my mind as he grew nearer, but found myself only forming new ones as I took in the blood dripping from his sleeves, unable to tell who it belonged to. I decided to simply keep my mouth tightly shut for fear of the answers I may receive if I did start asking more questions. Seungmin grabbed the sides of my face to twist and turn my body, checking me for any severe injuries. Once he deemed I was okay enough to step away from he turned back to the man, now brushing his clothes off a couple of feet away. They each muttered some words that I was too lost in thought to comprehend. Seungmin then turned back to me with a strict expression I hadn’t seen since we were kids and I had spilled red nail polish all over my mother’s favorite white rug. 

“I know you must have a lot of questions right now, but now isn’t the time for answers. This man is my friend, Hyunjin. He is gonna take you somewhere safe for now okay? I need you to stay by his side and listen to what he tells you to do. I have to stay here, there’s something I have been assigned to do, but I will come find you soon.” He spoke softly, but sternly, in a way that had me holding on to each word. I nodded my head slowly, albeit slightly hesitantly, and he bit back a small smile of relief at my compliance. He grasped the sides of my face softly before planting a quick, loving kiss to my sweaty forehead. The man, now known as Hyunjin, made an overly dramatic noise of disgust from behind Seungmin’s back and I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that fell from my lips. I gave Seungmin a brief hug before looking him over and telling him to stay safe and to find me soon. He smiled softly and nodded before pushing me towards the stranger and running off towards the building he had come out of before. 

I sighed and bit my lip, wringing my hands in nervousness before turning my eyes back to the man. The once soft expression he wore around his friend had slipped from his features and was replaced with lips down-turned and one sly eyebrow raised at my puny, fear-riddled form. He sighed and gave me a once over as he walked slowly over to his side-lying bike before bending over and grunting softly while he straightened it up and assessed the damages. My eyes stayed trained on his every move, whether out of curiosity or distrust I couldn’t determine. 

“I’m sure you’re just dying to ask questions, but I’m not willing to answer any. I am just here to ensure you don’t die before everything unfolds. Now,” He said coolly, swinging his leg nimbly over the bike and grabbing his helmet before turning his head to look at me insensibly, “rules are simple. Shut up, hold on, and listen to what I tell you to do no matter what.” He quickly ducked his head to put the helmet on before turning his now covered eyes back in my direction and nodding his head in a manner I could only interpret as “are you coming or what?”

I shook my head softly, anger slowly coursing through my veins as my previously curious thoughts became clouded with how much of a prick this guy seemed to be. I wanted to ask what he meant by “before everything unfolds,” but realized I probably wouldn’t receive an answer anyways so I quickly bounded over to the bike instead. Hopping on I loosely slid my hands around his sides to form some kind of grip for myself and just as I began to question the legality and safety of getting onto such a dangerous machine with an obviously dangerous man I heard his voice speak loudly over the rumbling of the engine. “You’re gonna want to hold on a little tighter than that, little one.” 

Just as proclaims of needing a helmet of some kind for myself started to leave my lips, his feet lifted off of the ground and the large wheels of the motorcycle began to spin before the vehicle was in motion, much faster than I would have liked to have started out if I am honest. A yelp left my lips as we sped out of the alleyway and I felt my arms unconsciously grip the man’s firm, sturdy waist much tighter as I pressed my cheek to the cool leather covering his back.

My hair whipped around wildly in the wind, making me wish I had tied it up in some way. My eyes were pressed closed tightly from fear as the whistling of rushing air was once again the only thing filling my ears. I tried to make out where we could be headed through the different twists and turns of the ride, but the pure speed at which we were going jumbled my thoughts and left me feeling confused and scared. After one particularly hard turn my grip became stronger as I felt a noise unconsciously slip through my lips. I then felt more than heard the deep chuckle that shook Hyunjin’s shoulders against my now rosy cheek pressed firmly to his shoulder. 

As my thoughts took over and I lost the sense of time around me I suddenly noticed the bright orange hues of the afternoon sun were no longer piercing through my closed eyelids, but instead we were now somewhere dark and enclosed by the sound of the rumbling roar of the engine bouncing off of what seemed to be tunnel walls. Bright, fluorescent white light flashed behind my eyelids periodically leaving me scrunching my eyes closed tighter as the bike began to pick up more speed. I tasted metal and I felt blood begin to pool in my mouth from how hard I had been biting into my lip out of fear and cautious curiosity.

I was quickly drawn from thought as I heard a strange noise and felt Hyunjin’s body move sharply under my arms before the bike was suddenly turning 90 degrees and sliding nearly parallel to the ground. I opened my eyes sharply with a gasp as it seemed like the world had slowed down briefly and took notice of the fact that we were now moving sideways under a large gate with a barely tall enough gap left at the bottom as it was lowering to latch into the ground. The gate, a dark black metal painted with red detailed and embellished with an intricate blood red ‘S,’ that had me gasping for air and quickly ripping my face away from Hyunjin’s jacket to look around frantically at my new surroundings in a panic. My grip became looser as I took in the simple, but elegant look of this white and gold tunnel before the end of the tunnel ahead became bright, blurring my vision. Hyunjin leaned forward jarringly, gaining more speed forcing me to follow suit. 

The bike then slowed suddenly causing my body to lurch forwards as a loud yelp left my lips. I could now hear Hyunjin’s cacophony of laughter as he slowed the bike to a subtle roll before turning it off and hopping off quickly. I waited for a gentlemanly hand of help to get down from the large bike, but soon realized I was being rudely denied of that. Sighing loudly I watched as Hyunjin’s form slowly slinked away towards two large doors attached to a large white stone building I had somehow not noticed until now. 

Quickly after I unceremoniously made my way clumsily off of the tall bike a seemingly young man in all black with a small, sweet smile came rushing up to take the bike away for Hyunjin. He held his white glove clad hand up in greeting before slowly rolling Hyunjin’s bike back the way we had come to a place I wasn’t sure of. I then rushed to catch up to Hyunjin’s retreating form hoping to not get lost around this odd hideout in a part of the city I had never seen before. Once we were within range of the doors, however, I found my pace slowing as I took in their ornate beauty. 

Two large, black doors covered in ornate gold paintings of leaves and other intricacies stood intimidatingly in front of me. The building itself was large and seemingly very old. Upon closer inspection the white stone appeared to be a lightened grey due to years of standing tall in the sun and the intricate details around the windows and seals of each floor held deep cracks from ages of weathering. My neck ached trying to look upwards to see the tall roof above me and my chest felt full at the strange aura this whole place gave off. My instincts were blazing with alarm. Regardless of the intimidating look of the thick, cold stone and black metallic detailing of the building, the atmosphere somehow felt calm, safe even. Something about this place felt powerful, but passive. My pace slowed to a stop a couple of feet behind Hyunjin as we approached the doors. He casually walked forwards towards them before muttering a few words I didn’t quite catch before turning back around to face me with a small, sly smirk on his face. 

Clicks and creaks could be heard before the doors began to crack open allowing my curiosity to peak as I waited anxiously to see what would be inside. As the doors fully opened I gasped taking in the sight of the intricate and modern place. It seemed as though each hallway led to entirely different areas. An entire operation of sorts could be run here, a functioning company of people all working under one strange roof miles away from the bustling, naive city. Although the main ornate entrance area in my sight was empty the sounds of swords clashing and other forms of presumable training could be heard from somewhere deeper in the facility, typing on numerous keyboards sounded from the other direction, and other noises I had yet to figure out were happening in so many directions it made my head spin. 

The whole place was intricate and obviously expensive. My eyes trailed over each detail meticulously, trying to come to some fathomable conclusion about the place, but ending up further intrigued and confused. The interior design of the building was cozy, albeit slightly thrown together, but the color palette of the design seemed to stay consistent throughout all I had seen, blood red. A dark, dull chuckle and a firm hand on the small of my back shocked me out of my still form with a gasp. I hadn’t even noticed the man’s movement in my direction before I was pushed lightly forwards, stumbling into the main room. I whipped my head in Hyunjin’s direction to send a glare his way before sighing and shakily reaching up to brush my hair out of my face. “Where the hell am I right now?” I said as harshly as I could manage through the concern threatening to climb up my chest cavity and choke me.  

“Welcome to Stray Kids base.” He proclaimed with his arms stretched out in a gesture towards the interior of the building. He took a few steps in before doing a small circle only to turn back around and let his arms fall to his sides where he reached into his sleeve and like magic pulled out the blade he had given me starting all of this. I gasped at the sight of it and made a mental note to find a way to ask all of the questions coming to the forefront of my mind later. “Try not to let this out of your sight again, I won’t always be willing to bring it back to you and you’re gonna need it.” He then tossed the blade harshly at me. I caught it without thinking too much about the gesture and let it rest heavy in my sweaty palm.

“Better get used to all of this.. it all starts right here.” He said with a devilish grin, turning on his heel nonchalantly to begin walking down one of the many hallways. The sound of his black leather combat boots padding against the tile flooring pierced through my thoughts dully. I could hear his dark chuckle as my feet began to move of their own accord to follow him. He turned his head so I could only see a shadowed version of his profile before speaking. “So, how about a tour?”

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A Date With Lenny | Part 3

Pairing: Lenny Summers x F!reader/OC

Summary: Lenny and his lover spends some quality time together in Valentine. Head over heels for one another, things get heated between the two rather quickly ;) 

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating: NSFW/Explicit

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Arms linked, Lenny and I sauntered out of the crowded saloon. It was a lively night in Valentine, a constant stream of interested visitors trotted through on horseback. Fellers loitered outside the stores, laughing and chatting boisterously. Penned pigs squealed, stray dogs panted in the heat, and chimes rung as doors opened. The noise and activity of the teeming little town was disorderly and loud, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was quaint. The people here were unfettered, spirited, and unapologetically free.  

Normally, I felt rather small and out of place in the company of strangers, but with Lenny beside me, all my silly fears and insecurities melted away. He escorted me through town in his black brushed cotton vest and matching trousers, his shirt and neckerchief both a pristine white. And god, he looked damn fine too, putting every other man in attendance to shame. Ever so often, the women that crossed our path would stare, sometimes tripping over their own feet as they took in his remarkably handsome face.

But he was all mine, and I made it known to the world by keeping my arm hooked possessively around his. Occasionally rubbing his strong shoulders. Stroking his toned biceps. He’d return the affection by showering my cheeks with tiny, playful kisses as we strolled aimlessly along Valentine’s dirt road. We had no destination in mind, no grand plans, or schedules to keep. We were simply enjoying each other’s company, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Cradling a flask of whiskey to his chest, Lenny took a swig. “See, the saloon wasn’t so bad, right? We ate a full course, top-notch quality meal in absolute peace, undisturbed—no bar fights, and only a few drunken bastards got rowdy and ruined the mood. Usually it’s much worse.”

“We have to keep a low profile,” I muttered. “We’re lucky no one recognized you.”

“Have you forgotten that I am the living embodiment of luck—” He tripped over a rock and tumbled clumsily, landing on his backside with a rough thud.

My heart skipped a beat. “Lenny!” I hovered over him. “Are you okay?”

With the cutest, goofy grin plastered to his face, he patted himself down for injuries. “No broken bones…I’ll live, I reckon.”  

His wide, bright smile was contagious. Holding the hem of my flowy skirt, I crouched to his level and surveyed him briefly. Besides being stricken with a bad case of the giggles, he seemed fine. “Of course, you’ll live. You have an obligation to keep breathing, Mr. Summers, ‘cause I wouldn’t last a day without you.”

“Is that so? I guess you’re stuck with me then…forever!” His arms enclosed around my waist, he tugged me to the ground playfully.

“Get off, you silly man!” With a hastily suppressed snicker, I squirmed about in his warm embrace. “Release me!”

“Nooo, you can’t get rid of me—not ever! You’re all mine. Just submit already, woman!” He attacked my cheeks with a frantic rush of kisses.

I smothered a chuckle from the sensation of his beard stubble brushing against my skin, but once he started tickling my sides, my voice rang up a scale and crackled hysterically. Whenever I tried to pull away, he’d draw me right back in, fragrantly fun, carefree, and mischievous despite the dozens of onlookers in our midst.

I tickled him back, and Lenny’s laughter was so jubilant, pure as the Heavens above, childish even despite his adulthood and masculinity. His mirth was like the summer sun and the stars at the peak of dawn. Whenever I heard it, no matter the time of day or weather, the world brightened.

Breathing in his tantalizing, uniquely familiar scent, I nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you.”

Stiffening abruptly, a rush of red stained his cheeks. His voice lowered, quiet and shy. “Hey, you’re making me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. There’s folks around—I’m not blushing, am I?”

“You are. It’s adorable.” I stood and extended a hand to him. “Now get up outta that dirt, silly.”

“C’mere, Sugar.” With a captivating smile, he lured me down to his level once again. He tipped his chin toward the sky. “Look at the stars, ain’t they pretty?”

Pinpoints of silver peeped in and out of the masses of gray clouds overhead. It was going to rain soon. I wiped the dust from my skirt. “You’re ruining my outfit, handsome.”

“What does it matter? I’m just gonna take it off you anyway.” He took another sip of his whiskey.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, cowboy.”

Music blared from the nearby saloon, a live performance it sounded like. There was clapping and cheering, a soulful feminine voice filled the air, blending in elegantly with the strum of stringed instruments.

Lenny’s brows shot up. “You hear that?”

I nodded. “It sounds lovely.”

He tossed his whiskey aside and rose, lifting me along with him. Taking my hand in his, he preformed a courtly bow, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “My lady, may I have this dance?”

“Dance?” My face heated at the proposal. “H-here?”

“Right here, right now.”

Filled with embarrassed discomfort, I lowered my head. “There’s an awful lot of people around, Lenny.”

“Don’t be scared. We’re in this together. Just focus on me, okay?”

Arms encircling my waist, he anchored me against him, swaying to the music. I was tense and on edge at first, I’ve never danced in public. Let alone in the center of town where just about every neighboring feller, woman, loyal steed, and child could take a gander.

But once his hazel gaze found mine, our bustling surroundings melted away. Hypnotized by the shimmering sparks of gold in the depths of his eyes, all I could see was him. The way his lean body glided with effortless rhythm and fluidity. How his muscles flexed and rippled with every slight movement beneath his shirt. Following his gentle motion, my arms slid around his neck. He was my world, and the moment was ours.

“We coulda done this in the saloon, you know,” I said.

“Maybe,” he mumbled. “I know going to that saloon in particular was my idea, but uh, honestly…I didn’t feel comfortable in there.”

“Why? Did one of those drunkards do something? Say something? I swear, if there are any inbred yokels around here, you just point me in their direction—”

“No, it wasn’t that.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Every fella in there was eyeballing you. It ain’t no crime to look but…” His voice trailed off.

I frowned. “I didn’t notice anyone was staring, I’m sorry—”

“Hey, don’t apologize for being the prettiest girl in town. You got all the women in the West green with envy and the fellas? They salivate over you like a pack of rabid dogs after a bone. And regardless of all that, you chose me. Feels like a dream. The best damn dream.” He dipped me back and kissed my temple. I held onto him as his full lips drifted to my neck, brushing over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, the spontaneity of it all warmed my heart, and awakened a fierce ache between my legs.

With he straightened me, I was near breathless and dizzy. There was an applause, and whistling coming from over my shoulder. Lenny’s grasp on me was strong and clinging, as if I could slip through his fingers at any given moment. “You’re mine, I’m yours, and now everybody knows it.”

I flushed, perversely flattered and delighted by his possessiveness. “You know, this isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘keeping a low profile’,” I whispered.

“So, about that…” He grinned sheepishly, a boyish smile so cutely at odds with the wiry, solid sexuality of his body. “I ain’t the best at laying low, never have been. Everywhere I go, something or somebody starts kickin’ up a fuss and I get dragged into it. For example, some fool gets robbed—by no fault of mine, might I add—then that same fool gets brave and winds up with a bullet in his gut. And of course, being the law-abiding citizen that I very much am, I got no choice but to intervene.”

I smiled. “So, all this time you’ve been playing the hero? Everything the lawmen said about you was a lie?”

“The law ain’t never been fair or smart.”

“That much is true.” The sky rumbled, and the clouds began to shed some heavy droplets of rain. Folks began to retreat indoors, while a select few preferred to take shelter under the general store awnings.

“Well, there goes our audience,” Lenny said. “A real shame, too. I was getting used to the limelight.” He took off his brown leather cowboy hat and gave it to me. “Here, Sugar. For your hair.”

“Thank you.” I nuzzled my face to his chest. “We should go. The storm is only going to get worse.”

Seemingly unbothered by the rain, he tilted my chin up and settled his mouth on mine. A rush of warmth flowed through me, the soft sweetness of his kiss weakened my knees. Gradually, the pressure of his lips increased, and I surrendered myself to him. His tongue stroked slow and tenderly over mine. Our connection was wildly passionate and undeniable. I was so absorbed by him, possessed by his sweet love, I hardly noticed the drizzle running down our faces to where our lips connected. The cold rain mingled with the uniquely wonderful taste of him.

The working of his mouth against mine made me hot. Restless. I pushed a hand into his gloriously damp hair and sucked on the bottom of his lip, tracing my tongue over its perfect fullness, nibbling, gently pulling…

The sound of his groan was so satisfyingly deep and erotic, my core throbbed, uncomfortably wet. Lenny broke the kiss, his chest heaving. “Damn…what are you doing to me?”

I smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Gripping my hips, he crushed me to him, the impressive package between his legs brushed my thigh. “I…I-I need to be inside you,” he confessed with some difficulty. “I’m aching.”

Moved by the extent of his longing, I stood on the tip of my toes and reclaimed his lips, my palms sliding all over his lethally sexy body. We were drenched in the chilly, pouring rain, but not even the forces of nature could keep my hands off him. “There’s a hotel next door,” I said between kisses.

Lenny nodded an assent and lifted me off my feet, my legs hooked around his waist. He carried me across the road and through the hotel’s swinging doors. The lobby was empty.

“I’ll be just a minute!” a voice I presumed to be the receptionist called out from down the hall.

Still holding me in his powerful arms, Lenny leaned against the front desk as we made out with reckless abandon. The soul-reaching massage of his lips sent shivers rippling up my spine. Raising my skirt a fraction, his hips started moving, the hard length of his cock grinding sinfully against me through the confides of his pants. Oh, god…a deep hunger stirred inside me. I had to have him—all of him—and it had to be soon. Or else I’d go crazy.

I held onto him for dear life, trembling from the hot, delicious friction. I didn’t care who was watching. I was way past the point of shyness, the primal desire to be fucked by this beautiful outlaw was at the forefront of my mind. It was all that mattered.

My skin burning hot and flustered, I whimpered. “I want you, Lenny.”

Muscles tense and visibly shaking with lust, he uttered huskily, “Fuck, I want—I need you.”

I buried my face in the crook of his corded neck, ravaging his skin with love bites and licks. “How bad do you need me?”

“Real bad. More than anything. I’ll beg if I got to. I’ll plead. I’ll get on my damn knees right now.” He swallowed deep, his expression tight and eyes smoldering. “If we don’t get a key soon, I might just bend you over this desk and fuck you right here.”

I trembled. It sounded like a threat as much as a promise, the scorching intensity of his words so unlike him. He was losing his composure, the desire stripping away his inhibitions and calm, sweet-tempered mannerisms. Only I could do this to him. It was a major turn-on and confidence boost.

“Here I am!” the receptionist finally arrived, scrambling into his rightful place behind the desk. His presence was a blur, I was too preoccupied enjoying the softness of Lenny’s lips. I could probably come like this, just by kissing him if we went at it long enough.

“Good Lord Almighty!” the receptionist gaped at us. “You kids need a room immediately! Luckily for you, we have one available. Just one. It’s been a big night for tourism, with that band of fancy folk from Saint Denis parading through town, playing their music and causing a ruckus. I don’t understand how anyone can get anything done with all that darn noise and commotion—”

Lenny shoved a hand into his satchel and flung a couple dollars at the chatty receptionist. It stopped his ranting, thank goodness.

“Second floor, first room on your right.” Once he passed over the key, Lenny whisked me upstairs. Heedless of everything and everyone, our hot, lingering kisses didn’t break as he fumbled with the lock. A moment later, the door opened, and we were inside a dimly lit room bathed in candlelight, rain softly drummed against the windowpanes.

Lenny dropped me on the bed. I reached for his vest and ripped it open, the buttons scattered across the hardwood floor. “Get naked, cowboy.”

He laughed, shrugging out of his shirt and suspenders, and then unbuckling his gun belt. I ran my hand down his chest in awe. His deep brown skin illuminated by the warm, flickering light, he glowed like flames piercing the darkness, radiant with transcendental beauty and mystery. I wanted him so bad, it hurt.

I nuzzled my face against the solid ridges of his damp, god-like abdomen. “Christ, why are you so perfect?”

“Perfect?” He pinched my cheek playfully. “Aw, you really think so? Arthur told me the same thing once, but he was drunk and vomiting in a pig pen outside the saloon when he said it—”

“Lenny…” Grinning, I swatted his hand off my cheek. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Flashing an apologetic smile, he tossed aside the wet hat on my head and helped me out my clothes with gentle finesse. I went for his zipper, freeing his thick cock. My mouth watered. He was rock-hard, and throbbing. I traced the flat of my tongue along the heavy veins coursing his length, slow and worshipfully.  

He fisted my hair, restraining me just before I took him into my mouth. “Nuh-uh, Sugar. That can wait. Lay down.”

My brows raised. Apparently, Lenny was in charge tonight. I obeyed, curious of what he had in store.

The heat and clean, woodsy scent of his body took my breath away once he came down on me. “You’re beautiful.” He plumped one breast in his hand, kissing my neck, his lips grazing back and forth over my tender, flustered skin. I squirmed from the heady sensation. My legs locked around his hips, silently urging him to make love to me already. Near mindless with need, I struggled to find my voice, to formulate words. All that slipped from my throat was tiny, helpless whimpering.

He took himself in his hand and stroked my slick entrance, the soft nudges of his cock head agonizingly teasing. I arched my hips, my body straining toward him, desperate for a connection. He was making me wait, avoiding my clit and somehow resisting the temptation of fucking me despite my pleading.

“Lenny, please. What are you waiting for?”

“Hush now,” he said. “You’ll be ready for me soon.”

“I’ve been ready for you for the longest. Since this morning.”

He nipped my neck, sucking feverishly. Surely leaving a mark behind. Inflamed and trembling in distress, I rolled my hips against the rigid column of flesh he so cruelly teased me with. Patiently, he coaxed me to the brink of insanity. I was soaked in my own wetness, creaming madly for the feel of him inside me.

Raking my nails across his back, I pulled him closer. I needed him to fuck me more than I needed my next breath. “Now,” I gasped. “Need you now.”

With an expert shift of his hips, he pushed into me hard, and so pleasantly deep.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, shuddering, clenching around him. Finally. Warmth struck my heart. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, too long—

“Don’t come,” he murmured, his palms slipped under my hips and cupped my behind, squeezing.

“Excuse me?” I was so close to the edge already. How the hell did he expect me not to go off?

“Good things come to those who wait. It feels so much better in the end.” Lenny started to move, his thrusts lazy and tortuously slow. “Can you do that for me, Sugar? Can you make it last?”

The cadence of his soft-spoken, drawling words sounded so sweet in my ears, so delicate. A fierce ache struck my chest. I was hopelessly in love with him, and more than willing to submit to his every need and request.

“It’s not fair,” I mumbled, my vision blurred with tears. “You have no idea how good you feel inside me.”

“Trust me, I-I do.” Lenny’s leisurely rhythm came to an abrupt halt, his body shivered violently. Jaw clenched, a groan slipped through his lips, tension contorted the gorgeous features of his face. Holding back seemed to be affecting him as well.

Quickly regaining his poise, he resumed screwing me. Lenny knew my body so well, all the tender spots that demanded attention and how precisely to stroke them. It was all muscle memory to him at this point. Over and over, his cock rubbed the bundle of quivering nerves clenching, aching for his touch.

Gripping the sheets with white-knuckled force, I smothered an upsurge of sobs, thrashing against the overwhelming need to climax. I was burning from the inside out, our bodies sticky with sweat. Trembling uncontrollably, I couldn’t hold back for much longer…

“Don’t come,” Lenny repeated. “Make this last. Just hold on.”

“I c-can’t. It feels amazing. Jesus, Lenny…” Tears escaped my eyes. I was falling apart, utterly and irreversibly lost in him. “I love you. I-I love you so, so much…”

He kissed away the tear tracks on my face. “Hold me. Don’t you let go.”

I released the covers and clung to him. His heavy-lidded gaze snagged with mine, searing into me. He sighed heavily, from pleasure, tension, or both—I couldn’t tell. His hips still surging at a moderate, deliberately restrained tempo that was driving senseless, I blurted, “Slow down. Please. I’ll come if you don’t slow down.”

“Will you now?” A wicked smile pulled at his lips. “I thought you wanted to come, Sugar. Why the change of heart?”

My back arched as his hold on my behind grew bruising. He lifted my hips into his thrusts, and I cried out, my core boiling and tightening with a pressure so severe, I feared I’d snap in two if I didn’t give into my bodily cravings soon.

“I won’t come,” I panted. “Not—not until y-you say so.”

His hazel eyes softened, sympathetic almost as he watched me quiver helplessly beneath him. One hand clasping the side of my face, he kissed me with a heartrending tenderness, his tongue caressing mine. Yes.

“Come for me,” he fucked me harder, dominating my body, although his voice was honeysweet against my lips. “I need to feel you…”

With his permission, an orgasm erupted inside me like a volcano, molten pleasure spreading from my core and overcoming the entirety of my body in a scorching wave. It was remarkable. Explosive. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I let out a shrill cry, writhing under Lenny’s sweat-slick muscles. His name spewed repeatedly from my lips as he fucked me into blissful oblivion.

The climax surged on and on. I was melting, drowning in the immense ecstasy of being loved by him, pleased by him. He was my everything, and without him I was empty and hollow. I could die in his arms right now and regret not a thing, because I’ve never truly lived a day until I met him.  

The connection we shared was incredibly intense, inside and outside the bedroom. But when we were making love like this, intimately linked, giving and receiving pleasure from one another like our lives depended on it…our bond felt unbreakable. It was frightening how deeply I adored him—an outlaw. A man the law wanted strung up by a noose…

A muscle twitching in his jaw, he rode out my climax until the clenches faded; then he slowed down his pace, burying himself inside me languidly. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes dark and dilated, his strong body convulsed furiously. He was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, still denying himself the pleasure he’s been working toward all night long. The glaring self-control and perseverance Lenny emanated was something to be envied.

I gathered his hair in my hands, kissing the side of his damp throat. “You’re shaking, handsome. Do I feel that good?”

“Yes,” he rasped, pounding into me erratically, his balls slapping against the curve of my behind. “Oh shit, yes.”

A bead of sweat dripped from his chin onto the corner of my lip. I slid my tongue along his sculpted jawline, collecting the saltiness with a soft murmur of satisfaction. He tasted so good, and the scent of his lust smelled even better.

“Why don’t you come inside me, cowboy?” I teased, my voice husky. “You know you want to.”

He clasped the nape of my neck, his gaze burned into mine. “Do you want me to?”

I had just as much control over his body as he did mine and I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Lenny. Come.”

With a serrated groan, his beautiful cock jerked, spurting hotly, flooding me with his heat. His hips ground against mine, he emptied his load as deeply as he could inside me. I don’t know how long we laid there holding each other, spent and panting. Eventually, our breathing steadied and our bodies cooled.

“Leonard Summers!” a rugged voice shouted from outside, piercing the calm serenity of the rain. “We know you’re in here! Give yourself up, boy, there ain’t nowhere left to run!”

Lenny shot up from the bed.

Still wrapped up in a sex-induced daze, my brain struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening. Lazily, I sat up, covering my exposed breasts with the sheets. “What’s going on?”

Lenny inched to the window and glanced furtively though the blinds. “Lawmen,” he winced. “A lot of ‘em.”

I shivered, my heartbeat sped up. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I was, Sugar. Maybe you were right—coming ‘round here was, in fact, a real bad idea.” His teeth gleamed in a lopsided smile, confident and reassuring despite our unfortunate circumstances. “So, uh…you know how to handle a gun, right?”

My eyes widened. Oh no…

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Into the Dragon’s Lair

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Katsuki soared through the clouds at a lazy pace, letting the wind buffet his wings as he hovered, giving Izuku ample opportunity to see the way the sun made the white sheet of clouds glow, the round, blue perfection of the sky, the delicate line of the river snaking through the forest below. He could he hear him laughing up there, on his back, and as much as he wanted to crane his neck back and see the prince’s beautiful smile, he kept his eyes focused ahead on giving him a steady ride, banking slowly to turn and show him even more of what the world had to offer. Facing this way, Izuku could no doubt see the mountains, the sun reflecting a warm yellow glow onto the shining white ice, the shadows a deep, purplish blue, like a royal robe enveloping their broad, rocky shoulders.

He leaned down next, taking them below the clouds and towards the forest at an easy angle, then pulled his wings up to catch the air and float just over the tall tips of the pine trees. A group of geese in perfect v-formation flew by, squawking to themselves as they veered out of the way of the dragon. Over the forest they flew until they approached the mountains, and Katsuki picked up just enough altitude to stay above the rocky cliffs as he veered around towards the valley between his mountain and the next, knowing the most wonderful sight of all was just around the bend.

There, tumbling down the mountainside into the forest that crept up from the valley below, was the source of the river: a massive waterfall. The rumbling sound filled the air as they flew closer, Izuku able to take in the deep blue column that faded into white streaks and finally misted out into a dazzling cloud of rainbow-reflecting droplets where it met the riverbed below. Katsuki flew slow and careful, passing by it once before doubling back even closer and titling so the tip of his wing cut through the falling water, sending a spray of droplets onto the prince. A proud draconian chuckle rumbled from his chest at the playful scream and ensuing giggles that filled his ears, just barely audible over the waterfall, and he finally made to circle back to the cave.

They got one last view of the wide, blue sky on their way back, the sun even higher, shining directly down through the clouds so visible rays, like the hands of heaven, reached down into the viridian forest below. Katsuki mentally thanked mother nature for cooperating with his plans to show Izuku the beauty his territory had to offer, and made one last gentle turn back towards his cave, pulling to a halt as his clawed feet connected with the stone ledge he used as a landing pad.

Closing his wings as best he could with Izuku still on his back, he shuffled into the cave and let down his neck, leaning as far as he could to let him off into the safety of his nest.

“Katsuki, that was amazing!” Izuku said as soon as he had two feet planted on soft, blanketed ground below him. Katsuki huffed proudly, and climbed over his treasure horde to join Izuku in the nest before he transformed back into his human form.

“Of course it was. Did I promise anything less?” he said, as soon as the process was complete.

Izuku giggled in response, giving Katsuki a look of sheer adoration that practically sent shivers down his spine. The prince looked so beautiful, the red, fur-collared coat he lent him to keep warm while they flew curled over his shoulders and held closed by two delicate little hands in front of his chest.

“Well, thank you. I had a great time and… I was a lot less scared than I thought I’d be,” Izuku said in a more even tone, releasing the cloak so he could brush his hands through his hair, no doubt trying to get the thoroughly ruffled curls back into some semblance of order.

“That’s good,” Katsuki nodded, taking a few steps closer, his hands on his hips while he stared down at Izuku’s cheeks, noting how flushed they were from the cold wind. “I tried to fly gently for you.”

“Aww, thank you,” Izuku smiled, tilting his face up and placing a peck on Katsuki’s lips before he could even realize what the prince was doing. When he pulled back, Izuku was snickering to himself.

“You should see your face,” he said, bringing a hand up to cover his smile. “It’s not that surprising, is it? I’ve kissed you before.”

“Y-yeah, but… not so unprompted,” Katsuki stuttered to explain, then shook his head trying to control of himself again. “Sorry, no, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it,” he said, more coherent this time, and took Izuku’s hands in his own.

“Well… maybe you should expect it more often,” Izuku said, his eyes trailing away as his lips turned up playfully.

“Oh? Does that mean–”

“Something like that,” Izuku cut him off. Katsuki chuckled to himself, releasing one hand to wrap his arm around his back, pulling him in so their chests were touching.

“You must have really liked that ride then, huh?” he asked, smirking down at the prince.

“Well, y-yeah! It was… beautiful,” Izuku flushed, blinking his long eyelashes and pursing his lips in a pout. “And… I just think it’d be nice to get to that more often. Every day, even.”

“I think I could arrange that,” Katsuki nodded, bringing his face even closer to Izuku’s. He could feel the prince’s breathing quicken with their chests so close and watched the color deepen in his cheeks; he was just so much fun to tease.

“Is there… anything else his highness would like?” Katsuki joked, practically breathing the words against Izuku’s lips. Izuku whined in the back of his throat, his request clearly on the tip of his tongue, but instead of communicating it verbally, he just kissed Katsuki himself, though it was no simple peck this time. Katsuki moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut as his lips sunk into sweet embrace with Izuku’s, not even bothered that the prince had gotten the better of his little stunt, and wondered at how, no matter how many times they did this, it still felt like pure euphoria each time.

Izuku was panting when they parted, and had to wipe away the spit that threatened to dribble down his chin, but he looked up at Katsuki with such determination in his eyes that Katsuki could hardly notice anything else.

“I’m not royalty anymore,” Izuku said, completely serious. “I can…” he paused gulping, “I can take what I want for myself now, thank you very much. I don’t need anyone to wait on me.”

The corner of Katsuki’s mouth crooked up, and he let out breathy chuckles from his chest as his hands slipped down to hold around Izuku’s waist.

“Oh but sweetheart, I fully intend to wait on your every need,” he breathed down into Izuku’s ear. “Your wish is my command.”

Izuku shivered in his grasp, his hands landing delicately on Katsuki’s chest.

“However,” Katsuki pulled back, grabbing Izuku’s chin in his hand and tilting it up, “Feel free to take what’s yours anytime you want,” he licked his lips even as he started to smile jokingly, revealing too soon that what he was about to say next wasn’t entirely serious. “Cuz that was really hot.”

“Katsuki!” Izuku yelped, pushing his chest to get him away, and Katsuki backed up, his hands in the air, even as he laughed to himself.

“Okay, but c’mon. You were really into that for a second, don’t lie,” he said pointing at Izuku. Izuku crossed his arms, huffing, but his blush said otherwise.

“Don’t joke with me like that! I thought you were being serious,” Izuku pouted, kicking the nearest pillow so it flopped over on it’s side.

“I mean… I was mostly serious,” Katsuki shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. “It was just… also way over the top and kinda hilarious to watch you get worked up like that.”

“W-well, I was serious about what I said!” Izuku yelled, and then coughed into his hand, taking a moment to straighten his clothes and compose himself, realizing how petty the argument was.

“Yeah? So you… what, want to take what you want?” Katsuki asked, trying to clarify.

“Y-yeah,” Izuku nodded, looking down. “I want to be with you. And I don’t want to second guess myself anymore. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Katsuki shrugged. “Sorry for… making fun of you. You’re just so cute,” he said, stepping closer again and running a hand through Izuku’s hair.

“No, it’s okay. It was… kinda funny actually,” Izuku smiled up at him, then got up on his toes to kiss Katsuki’s cheek, surprising him yet again.

“You’re fun to tease too,” Izuku shrugged, sauntering away.

“Nu-uh, get back here, you little–” Katsuki chased after him, picking him up by the waist and spinning around, making Izuku squeal in delight before they flopped down onto the nest and he started kissing Izuku all over, practically attacking him. Izuku screamed and giggled gleefully, squirming and trying to push Katsuki off, but only half-heartedly. They devolved into a mess of panting and giggles, Katsuki holding Izuku tight around the waist, their faces tucked into each other’s shoulders, and chests overflowing with that light, bubbly sort of happiness that blocks out everything else, leaving them with nothing but this tender moment and each other to hold in their hearts.

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Over the course of the next month, the pair only grew closer. Katsuki happily gave Izuku soaring rides over the forest and mountains, above the clouds and into the sunset, whenever the prince wanted. They even flew out to have picnics in a few of Katsuki’s favorite spots every now and again, but spent most of their time romping happily about in the dragon’s nest. Izuku took to exploring the treasure horde, dressing himself up in the fine jewels and parading around jokingly, digging out furniture and utensils that could be used at meal times, and even finding a beautiful porcelain kettle that he started to brew tea in. Katsuki indulged his little prince, bringing back more items he thought he would enjoy, though most of his foraging expeditions were focused on food, now that he had a second mouth to feed and a reason to remain in his nest most of the day.

Somewhere along the way, Izuku gave Katsuki the nickname Kacchan, so Katsuki returned in kind with the nickname Deku, although he often preferred sweetheart, sunshine, princey, or love. This, of course, was only emblematic of how quickly they became deeply, intimately familiar with one another. After only a week or two, the pair highly doubted anyone else knew more about themselves than the other. Physical intimacy was a little slow to follow, but it wasn’t absent. Izuku enjoyed kissing Katsuki more than anything, and Katsuki was happy for every little touch and peck the prince gave him, but anything beyond just making out took quite a bit longer for Izuku to become comfortable with. Katsuki couldn’t blame him, the poor boy was completely in the dark about how such things were even done, but he couldn’t deny that some nights he would lie awake, Izuku resting soundly in his arms, and run a hand down the trim waist of his lover, longing for more than Izuku was ready to give him yet.

More than anything, though, more than any physical consummation of their bond, Katsuki longed most to hear Izuku affirm that bond verbally; to be able to say I love you, and for it to be true.

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Izuku sighed, lying down on a particularly soft pelt strewn over the cushions of Katsuki’s nest. The dragon had gone out to scavenge a couple of hours ago now and still hadn’t returned despite the fact that the sun had long been set. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for Katsuki’s scavenging trips to last multiple hours, as he often had to travel vast distances to find meals and treasures he deemed worthy of stealing, but Izuku knew by now that it went against Katsuki’s draconian instincts to leave his mate unprotected in the dark of night for very long, so he couldn’t help being a tad worried. He knew the most likely reason he hadn’t returned yet was that he ended up going out much later than he intended. He had planned to go after lunch, but Izuku enticed him to stay a little longer, and then all of a sudden hours had gone by and Katsuki had to rush out if he still wanted daylight on his side while he scavenged. So it was partially Izuku’s own fault that Katsuki was staying out so late, but at the same time he couldn’t help being worried that something might have happened to him.

Izuku closed his eyes, hugging the nearest pillow to his chest as he pushed those thoughts from his mind. Surely Katsuki was fine; he had just flown out rather far to chase some decadent meal he smelled and then the sun set before he realized it and he was just flying home in the dark, almost back by now. Izuku told himself this story to give himself hope and listened carefully for any rustle of leathery wings approaching the cave, but he heard nothing.

“Soon…” he whispered to himself, soothing the ache of worry in his chest. “Kacchan will be back soon…” he trailed off, thinking to himself how the dragon would proudly present his loot and then, finding Izuku tearful with worry, quickly transform to join his mate in the nest, kissing the tears away from his eyes and holding him close in those big, strong arms. That idea was far more comforting than any story he could come up with to explain the dragon’s absence, so he focused his mind on all the things Katsuki would do and say when he returned instead of worrying about where he was in the present moment.

He was so caught up with his daydreaming, he didn’t notice the light in room shift behind his closed eyes, a brightness at the entrance of the cave suddenly competing with the dragon’s fire burning along the wall behind the nest. No, his first indication of the intruder was the booming voice that called out into the cave.

“Prince Izuku! We’ve come to save you!”

Izuku’s eyes shot open.

“W-what?” he gasped, stumbling to his feet. He recognised the voice.

“Izuku! Are you here?” the voice called out again, and Izuku heard footsteps begin to race into the cave: at least ten people from the sound of it.

“Sir. You don’t think the dragon really ate him, do you?” another voice asked. Izuku stood perfectly still, completely at a loss for what to do. Had his father really sent the kingdom’s finest knights to save him, or were they acting on their own? Was there really someone who cared enough to want him to come home, or was this just some desperate plea to save the political bargain his marriage to that princess would have represented?

“We can’t be sure until we search the entire den,” the first knight spoke again, and Izuku was suddenly so sure that he’d been right in his recognition. It was Todoroki, the finest knight in the realm, and one of the few palace residents who treated Izuku decently while he lived there.

“W-wait!” Izuku called out, climbing up the side of the nest so he could both see the knights and be seen by them.

“I… I’m here,” he said. “I’m alive.”

The other knights gasped in shock, looking at Izuku as if they’d seen a miracle, or perhaps to some, a ghost, but Todoroki pushed back the visor of his helmet and smiled knowingly.

“I told the King you were a crafty one. I knew you’d survive,” he said.

“W-wha… but…” Izuku stuttered out, not sure what he wanted or ask much less what to do.

“Right, enough pleasantries,” Todoroki nodded, letting his visor clang shut. “We haven’t much time, the dragon could return at any moment. Come! We’ll bring you safely home, Prince Izuku,” he said, extending his hand.

Izuku reeled back at the suggestion, and yet he gave no verbal denial. He felt ill with confliction, knowing that the choice he was expected to make contrasted so starkly with the choice he knew he was going to. All the old pain of guilt flooded his chest, not wanting to let anyone down, these knights for coming all this way, the people of his nation who would mourn his absence, his father who expected him to do what was required of him. But now it was twisted with something more, seeing that outstretched hand, knowing there was someone from his old life who cared enough about him to want to bring him home for his own safety, not their own personal gain.

“Izuku. Why are you hesitating?” Todoroki asked, his hand faltering.

“I… I…” Izuku started, only to shake his head in silence. He couldn’t say it, shame suddenly overlapping all those other feelings like a sickly layer of veneer. How could he admit the reason he wanted to stay when it would seem so grotesque to these men? He may as well be far more a monster than the dragon.

“Come on. Princess Ochako is waiting for you,” Todoroki called out, extending his hand once more, and Izuku felt his chest clamp up completely.

“No… no!” he shouted, shaking his head violently as tears started to stream down his cheeks. “Please… I’m sorry. Tell her I’m sorry…”

“What is he going on about? Shouldn’t we just take him and leave, sir?” one of the other knights asked their commander.

“No,” Todoroki held out his arm as a signal for them to hold back. “I suspected this answer, too.”

“Huh?” Izuku looked up, blinking through his tears.

“Forgive me for the intrusion, my Prince, but I have to ask. I spoke to your retainer, the good Sir Iida, before I departed, and he told me you had been more… melancholic as of late. Not only somber, but prone to dramatics – hysterics, even – you were so unhappy. Do not tell me you prefer to stay with this beast over returning to your post as prince, to your life at the palace?”

“And…” Izuku gulped, steadying his queasy stomach to what he was going to say. “And what if I do?”

“But why? What life do you have here, as the… the pet of this monster?”

“That’s not true!” Izuku shouted, gripping the edge of something round and metallic on the edge of the treasure hoard, he was so suddenly filled with rage. He may be sick with guilt and indecision and shame, but he wouldn’t stand to hear Katsuki’s love reduced to something as simple as that. The dragon cared for him deeply, truly, and wholly; he knew this much to be true.

“Then why. Tell me why you want to stay,” Todoroki demanded, and Izuku was too caught in his own whirlwind of emotions to hear the leading tone of the question.

Breathing rapidly, his limbs shaking where they clutched some gold-rimmed treasure for support, Izuku was forced to face the question he had been avoiding since he first met the dragon in question. His eyes searched the room desperately as if his answer lay somewhere in the cave or the faces of these confused men, until finally they looked down, and he realized just what his hands had found in the horde.

A mirror, covered by a velvety black cloth.

Gulping, he pushed the edge away with his fingers, and the cloth folded over on itself, revealing the long, smooth face of the ovular mirror. What Izuku saw instantly quelled the storm inside him, allowing him to look up at the narrowed, questioning eyes of the man staring up at him.

“Because I love him!”

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Soccer Players Don’t Snowboard (Julie Johnston x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hello. Not sure if its really Christmas related but it is winter related. So would it be alright to request a Julie Johnston imagine? Where shes dating R whos a pro snowboarder. R decides to make a date out of teaching her how to snowboard. R decides to show off a bit to impress Julie before teaching her. Maybe a snowball fight starts when Julie playfully starts. Just lots of fluff, with a heated make out sesh maybe? Please and thank you! Hope this makes sense!

You feel bad the second you spit and sputter out a laugh as Julie glares up at you from her place in a snow drift, though when her bottom lip juts out in a pout, you stop laughing and run towards her.  

“Hey it’s alright, the first time I started snowboarding I ran into a tree.” You say as you pull her out of the snow and Julie giggles.  

You rid her blonde hair of little bits of snow and the woman’s hazel blue eyes glaze over as she stares at you lovingly.  

She surprises you by suddenly leaning in, her cold lips pressing against your own. You grin, leaning in for another gentle kiss.  

“So, what do you say you show me how it’s done?” Julie smirks and you grin, cockily Julie notes.  

“I’d be happy to.”  

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You were showing off, you knew you were showing off, but who wouldn’t want to show their girlfriend how talented they were?  

Luckily for you and Julie, you’d had the perfect spot you’d snowboard at all the time, a number of steep and not so steep hills, which were perfect for teaching your girlfriend how to snowboard.  

You zoomed down the hill passed her, hitting a ramp and doing a pretty impressive flip before landing on the bottom of the board and continuing down the hill.

You make your way back up the hill with a smirk, your girlfriend shaking her head as she slow claps.  

“Impressive.” She winks and you grin as you lean in and press a kiss to her lips. 

“You better be careful don’t want our lips to get stuck together.” Julie giggles, bumping her nose against yours.  

You wiggle your nose against hers and she giggles.  

“Well, I can’t do what you just did, but show me how to at least stay on the board and you know... Move?” Julie laughs and you grin.  

"I’m sure I can give it a try.” You snicker and Julie pouts as she smacks your chest.  

“Shut up and teach me.”  

                                                             ***

Julie does move, sliding down the hill a bit, but moments later her arms start flailing and she falls, skidding face first into the snow.  

You cover your mouth to mask your laughter as you snowboard down the hill, stopping beside her.  

“You alright babe?” You ask with a light chuckle.  

You place a hand on Julie’s shoulder, your eyes widening when she flips around and shoves a handful of snow into your face.  

You spit and sputter, wiping the snow off your face with a gloved hand.  

“What the hell!?” You shout only to get smacked right in the face with a snow ball.  

Another snowball flies passed you and you rush away, ducking down behind a nearby tree.  

You gather your own snowball and peek out of your hiding place before throwing it at Julie, hitting her square in the chest.  

“THIS MEANS WAR!” She screams suddenly, she appears out of nowhere, tackling you to the ground and smashing snow in your face.  

The two of you roll down a short hill, playfully struggling and fighting against one another, both of you giggling.  

When you eventually come to a stop, Julie is straddling your waist as she pins your arms above your head.  

“That’s what you get for laughing at me.” Julie sticks her tongue out and you snicker.  

“Was kind of funny.” You wink and Julie lets out a mock gasp.  

She places one hand on her chest and you smirk as you flip her over.  

You grab a handful of snow and slowly sprinkle it on her face your girlfriend shaking her head to rid her cheeks of the cold flakes.  

“Noooo!” She pouts and you snort.  

“Payback’s a bitchhhh.” You sing and Julie grumbles, bottom lip jutting out further.  

Julie knows her pout is your ultimate weakness and yet again, her secret weapon causes you to cave.  

You release her wrists with a huff and suddenly you’re on your back again, staring up into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.  

Julie’s gathering a handful of snow, when she sees the glassy, loving look in your eyes and she stills.  

“What?” She asks, cheeks flushing from more than the cold and you grin, reaching up to gently cup her cheek with a gloved hand, words you’d kept bottled inside a long time finally tumbling from your open mouth.  

“I love you.”  

Julie’s lips split into a massive, pearly white grin her heart racing with the realization that, that was the first I love you between the two of you.  

“I love you too, so much.” She says as she leans down, her lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.  

You smile, reciprocating the kiss happily, heart fluttering in your chest.  

Julie pulls back with a dazzling smile before leaning right back in, her lips pressing against yours yet again.  

You blindly shed your gloves in favor of tangling your fingers in Julie’s blonde locks. You give her hair a tug, earning a gasp the woman on top of you.  

You roll the two of you over, your lips never disconnecting as you place your hands on either side of her head, your lips locked.  

But ever the top, Julie rolls the two of you back over, grabbing you by the front of your jacket and slamming her lips against yours.  

She pulls back, your bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she does.

You let out a groan when she gives it a playful tug, releasing it seconds later in favor of kissing you again.  

The second Julie’s tongue swipes against your bottom lip you open your mouth, granting her entrance.  

Your tongues swipe wildly against one another as your hands roam, your hands sliding into Julie’s jacket, your chilly fingers prodding into her hot muscles.  

Julie shudders as she pulls back, her blue orbs fluttering open and locking with your Y/E/C ones. She gives you a pearly white grin that makes your heart stutter in your chest.  

“What do you say we head back to the hotel?” Julie whispers and you hum, tilting your head back to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.  

“Please, I can’t feel my ass.” You snicker and Julie throws her head back with a laugh, a laugh you’d almost immediately fallen in love with when you’d first heard it.  

“Well, let’s get you and your ass inside.”  

                                                             ***

You let out a lengthy sigh as Julie settles between your legs, the two of you snuggled in bed, a random movie playing on the hotel’s TV as the two of you hold steaming cups of hot chocolate.  

Julie shuffles back into your chest and you let out a rumbling hum.  

“This is perfect.” You whisper as you lean up, pressing a kiss to the nape of Julie’s neck.  

“Yeah it is.” Julie says as she snuggles back into your chest.  

You slip your arms around her and she turns, pressing a kiss to the first thing she can reach, which is your arm.  

You smile, nuzzling against the top of her head as you go to sip your cocoa.  

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, the both of you dozing after the day’s activities.  

Julie hums as she takes a sip of her cocoa, the contents warming her insides while you surround her with your own warmth.  

“Oh, you have to see this video.” You say with a smirk as you reach for your phone and wrap your arms back around Julie so she can watch it.  

Julie’s eyes narrow as she watches herself snowboarding down a hill before her arms start flailing and she falls face first into the snow.  

“Asshole.” She mumbles, going to reach for your phone but you hold it over her head with a snicker.  

“No way Johnston, I need to show the world your first time on a snowboard.”  

Julie takes your hot cocoa from your hand, placing it beside her own on the table before she tackles you, wrestling you for the phone.  

“Give me it!” She giggles as you wiggle beneath her.  

“Not a chance!”  

You roll over, pinning Julie beneath you before you stash your phone while she tries to wiggle out from beneath you.  

You pin her hands above her head and grin triumphantly, the blonde pouting beneath you.  

“Nope, won’t work.” You shake your head.  

Julie’s bottom lip juts out further and you huff.  

“No.”  

The second her bottom lip trembles you growl and release her wrists.  

Moments later you’re on your back, staring up into a pair of dazzling blue orbs.  

“I love you.” You whisper softly and Julie grins, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to your lips.  

“I love you too.”  

[spookypalace]

worship the flame - chapter four

Jo peaks a look at him once or twice as he’s ordering a list of  drinks, she’s certain he catches her as pink lips curve into a smirk.  Brown eyes meet for a final time before he steps away, and she  wonders—maybe her dry spell would end.

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Or the one where Jo meets Alex in a bar, during her final year of med school.

(if you would rather read on ao3, you can do here)

How long Alex and Jo sat in her car afterwards, lips and tongues moving together and hands holding each other, Jo didn’t have much of a clue. All she knew was when they finally pulled away, her lungs were screaming for air and her lips were swollen from the continuous kissing, much like Alex’s were when she looked at them. It made her want to kiss him even more, and the feeling was wholly mutual.

“Fuckin’ hell,” was the first ting Alex said, his deep voice a raspy whisper as he peered down at her with raised eyebrows and that boyish smile curling at his lips. Jo couldn’t help but let out an airy laugh at that, her hands still gripping onto his sides. That was quite a reaction. “Honestly, Jo, you’ve no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that since ...”

Jo’s throat worked as she bit her lower lip, though unsuccessful in stopping her own smile from widening as she leaned into him. His words had her practically shaking in excitement. The lightness in her chest was made of up nothing but elated giddiness, beside herself with content bliss after experiencing Alex’s dizzying, addictive kisses. She quite honestly pouted when they pulled away, her lips trying to follow his until he moved to sit straight up on the backseat of the car with a teasing smirk, knowing she couldn’t reach him.

“Hmm, me too,” she hummed, a playful smile growing on her face as Alex raised an eyebrow, lifting his chin slightly in question as Jo let out a quiet giggle. “As fun as this was,” Jo begins, groaning as she moves to sit up and pull her bra from underneath her back, “I think I bruised my tailbone on the handle.”

This time Alex leaned back all the way, staring at her teasing yet guilty expression with a confused frown before his face fell in realization and eyes narrowed. Looking between the brunette’s pained expression and the handle in question, Alex smirks and raises his eyebrows playfully, “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor.”

“Oh, really?” Jo laughed, hands reaching up to grip his arms as she grinned up at him, tilting her head to the side as his gaze returned to her and she admitted, “I’m all up for role play but shouldn’t we get the costumes first—plus, I’m sure we could find something more, like, sexy …”

Her words invited a smirk to tug at Alex’s lips, showing off a hint of the dimple in his cheek as he pointed out impishly, “I’m sure we can but, I was being serious—I’m a surgical intern, princess.”

Jo’s cheeks burned up even more at that, her lips parting in shock as she reached a hand to swat against his bare chest, revelling in the closeness that existed between them in this moment. “Shut up!” She exclaimed, though the smile was still on her face. She felt Alex’s chest shake as a deep chuckle rumbled through him, and the sound and getting to feel it was soothing as Jo closed her eyebrows briefly. “I’m in my final year of med school, surgical programme too.”

God, how is it the one guy she chose to hook up with shared her dream job?

“No way,” Alex sighs, a breathy laughter escaping past his lips. “I never would have guessed.”

Apparently, Alex had easily picked up on the way Jo’s shoulders tensed and her hand finally fell from his chest. Hesitantly, Jo let out a sigh, opening her eyes to look up at Alex with lips turned downwards and eyes probably portraying the distress she was internally experiencing. His own eyebrows were raised in concern, ducking his head slightly to look at her as she felt his hands grip her upper arms lightly. “I didn’t mean that in, like, you don’t look smart—you look plenty smart.”

“Right.” A laugh slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it, shaking her head as Alex stuttered to save himself. Quickly, Jo tried to appease him. “I just—it’s cool, I’ve just heard snarky comments before,” she paused, taking a breath before forcing herself to lock gazes with him, firm and determined as she continued, “although, no one ever disbelieves I’m a waitress. Maybe that’s the job I’m destined for.”

Alex let out a light scoff, rolling his blue eyes briefly in disbelief. “I can already tell you’re wasted in that bar, Jo.” She raised a challenging eyebrow because it was a bold thing to say about someone you barely knew. So, he pursed his lips before adding purposefully and pointedly, “I’m a great judge of character.”

That was enough to inspire a smile to tug on her lips. It felt gratifying, almost, knowing that a guy who barely knew her saw something in her that was worthwhile. “Of course, you are,” she confirmed quietly, smiling confidently. One corner of his own lips turned up as Jo’s hands reached up to grasp his wrists lightly his hands still on her arms. “I mean, you’re here with me aren’t ya’.”

Immediately Alex closed his eyes, head tilting back as he chuckled, though Jo was pretty sure the gruff sound was drowned out by the music that still emitted loudly from the bar. “Oh, calm your ego,” she rolled her lips into her mouth as he shook his head at the roof of the car, watching him fondly. Alex looked back at her; a determined expression set on his face as if he was ready to continue with the night he had silently planned out in his head. “My place is free; roommates are out so we don’t need to worry about being caught full frontal on the couch—you wanna’ head back there?”

She took a breath at his words, knowing that there was no way she was turning him down, God, did she feel something—a magnetic pull, almost, keeping her close to Alex and making it difficult to pull away. “Sure, Alex,” she sighed, using her grasp on his wrists to remove his grip on her, even though that was the last thing she wanted. Jo couldn’t get dressed and into the front of her car with his hands on her, and Alex reluctantly let go of her and dropped his arms to his side. “I’m pretty sure all my friends are back at my place, so—yours is probably a better option.”

Alex licked his lips, exhaling sharply as he watched Jo pull her top over her head—ignoring the bra she had flung onto the seat, running his fingers through his brunette hair. He didn’t want to wait to have her again, not when he had Jo right in front of him, but she was right, this wasn’t the most comfortable place to go for round two. The muscle in his jaw worked while he also began to get dressed, Jo couldn’t help but think how hot he looked in this moment. Damn. “Plus, your neighbourhood is terrible,” Alex spoke, looking back at her. “I was certain I would get jumped leaving your place last week.”    

“It’s a little bit on the rough side but that’s part of its character,” Jo argued, clambering into the front seat when a couple of people stumbled past the car though her gaze was locked on Alex who followed her actions only onto the passenger seat.

“I don’t think fear of impending death can be classed as character,” Alex countered, clearly not backing down as he raised his eyebrows at her, gesturing towards the steering wheel with his hand. He wanted to get back home and go again and again and again. “Hey, it’s understandable—you’re still in school. Just don’t forget to lock your doors.”

Jo knew he was right—hell, she believed the same thing. She and Lexie had chosen the apartment due to its cheap rent rather than its surroundings. It wasn’t the safest, Jo’s own car has had the windows smashed through on more than one occasion. But Jo had lived in worse buildings, her car being one of them—but she supposed she can’t really class that as a building. But like Alex said, they kept their door locked and they ignored the shouting and the junkies that trailed past the windows during the night. Jo just liked having a place to call home, safe or not.

“It’s better than being homeless, don’t you think?” Jo found herself asking almost challengingly, watching as Alex pursed his lips. “I mean, things could be worse—you could spend your nights terrified that someone was going to break in and steal your belongings and whatever little you had and you have no idea how you’d protect ,” she added, voice trailing off as she started the engine and turned her head to the side as Alex met her gaze again. He took in the seriousness of her expression, his own falling slightly as he realized she was possibly talking from experience. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, why the words began to tumble out of her mouth—she didn’t want his pity, Jo couldn’t explain why but she felt comfortable and being comfortable made her ramble. “I’m just saying, someone always has it worse—sometimes you have to appreciate the little things, like a crappy apartment.”

Alex’s lips puckered slightly; eyebrows steepened as he listened to Jo’s words. Her heart thudded against her chest, waiting for his reaction anxiously, hoping he wouldn’t try to comfort her or worse, pity her. Finally, Alex released a long, slow breath through his lips, involuntarily drawing Jo’s gaze to his mouth. Would she ever be able to focus her attention on anything else after having kissed him? Then, much to her surprise and relief, Alex smiled his usual charming, crooked smile that recently began to weaken her knees. “Way to dampen the mood, Jo. Come on, we can talk about our tragic backstories once we’re in bed.” His smile turns mischievous.

Jo let’s another spill of laughter leave her lips before pressing down on the accelerator and driving them out of the parking lot. She’d found Alex was easy to talk to and maybe, just maybe, she had more in common with him than originally thought.

“This place is nice as fuck,” Jo commented, hands trailing up the stairs banister as she waited for Alex to make the next move.

Alex hummed in agreement as he began to walk down the hall, towards what Jo now realised to be the kitchen as she saw turned to see the refrigerator. “I know; it’s my friends childhood home or whatever. We work together so she let’s me rent a room.”

Glancing at him, Jo nodded in understanding, before her gaze was straying up to the crown mouldings. It was a really really nice place. When she looked around at the room, she took in the used coffee mugs that decorated the counters and the open cereal box left underneath an open cupboard. Since Alex had mentioned he lived with co-workers she assumes they must all be interns, “Now I get why you were so judgy about my place.”

As she admired the place, Alex grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one over to Jo. A low hum of thanks escaping her lips before she raises the drink to her lips and takes a few big gulps, “I wasn’t judging, I just said it was unsafe.”

“You were so judging,” Jo laughed, leaning back against the wall just as Alex glared over at her. “It’s cool, I can see now that you’re a fancy doctor with a fancy house—which, by the way, has crown mouldings.” She teased.

Alex joined her as he also leant against wall, looking to his right to look at Jo. “Yeah, trust me. You may as well get paid in dirt as an intern, don’t let the house fool you. But it is much better than the foster homes I got tossed around from back in the day,” he mumbles the final sentence, attention returning back to his beer.

“How many?” Jo enquires, her eyebrows raising with curiosity.

Alex lets out a low chuckle, “seventeen, you?”

He knew the instant she started talking about fear of living in an uncomfortable situation, saw a look on her face that had mirrored his own countless of times. Anyone else would have thought she was being a little weird, but he knew—all too well, he knew.

“I stopped counting,” Jo turns her head to look at him, “moved into my car.”

“Smart.”

They shared a smile before both of them took a deep breath, Jo’s eyes once again moving to scan around the space of the kitchen. Across from her, Jo noticed baking trays—some filled with now stale cakes which rested on the counter. “And you’ve got a personal baker, too.” She changed the subject, preferring to keep this situation light and easy.

Alex scoffed, “who’s to say I didn’t cook them?”

Jo shot Alex a pointed look, a look which quickly told him that she didn’t believe that—and nothing he could say would make her. But for fun, she adds, “and you said cook rather than bake.”

Alex grumbles, “you’re an ass.” A grin spread across Jo’s face as she watched Alex smirk from behind his beer, raising her own bottle of the bittersweet liquid to her lips.

She couldn’t fight the smile growing wider on her face as she shook her head and laughed, “Let’s not talk about my ass in your kitchen, please.”

Alex’s own smirk widened, “but it’s such a nice ass. Be proud of it.”

“Oh, my God,” Jo groaned right arm crossing over her torso and left-handed fingers rubbing her forehead as her skin involuntarily heated up in embarrassment. Really, Jo really didn’t mind Alex complimenting her, even in the way he was. In fact, the only person who ever really hyped her up before now was Lexie—it was nice to hear it from a guy she enjoyed hooking up with.

“I’m not wrong,” Alex’s low voice murmured to her, leaning in so his warm breath ghosted across her neck, attempting to get back to what they were up to earlier. “Come on,” he mumbles before grabbing her small hand and pulling her back the way they came then up the stairs into his bedroom.

Jo bit the inside of her cheek, glancing at the back of his head, following him without a word. She had no plans to protest, they both knew the reason why they decided to come back here. She giggles as he pulls her into his room, slapping her ass before she turns to plant another searing kiss onto his lips, not breaking apart as they fell onto his bed.

A few hours later, she lay in the same bed, sheets covering her chest as Alex returns from his quick trip back down to the kitchen to grab them both another drink. She accepts the drink with a grin, taking a sip before turning her body around to place it on the bedside table. Alex didn’t just take a sip, of course, Jo watched as he gulped the thing down and rested in his spot besides her. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome, but she knew that Alex understood she now had more alcohol in her system and it probably wasn’t best for her to get behind the wheel again until the morning.

Jo picked up her glass again, muttering a quiet question, “How many people live here?” into the rim before taking a sip, hearing Alex’s low chuckle in response—like he was in on some kind of joke. At this point, Jo wondered if her heart would ever calm down around Alex. She didn’t need to be going into cardiac arrest over some stupidly handsome doctor. “Just a question, why’s that funny?”

But Alex wasn’t about to continue the conversation. Taking a sip, the drink went down the wrong pipe and she began coughing because the unexpected sensation of Alex’s hand on her left thigh left her startled, enough to start choking on her drink. Jo put down her glass and coughed into her hand, waving off her Alex’s worried look as he finally answered, “I actually live with an ex.”

Alex’s hand rubbed at her thigh almost comfortingly as Jo took a breath, offering him a confused frown before she commented, “that’s odd,” and Jo felt a shiver slither up her spine as the rough skin of Alex’s palm pressed against the skin of her thigh. Chancing a glance at the brunette, Jo clenched her jaw when she saw that he was casually laughing along with her statement. Like he wasn’t both trying to have sex with her again whilst mentioning his ex—of course, it didn’t bother her but she felt like it was an odd thing to mention as his hand crept up her thigh.

Jo’s back straightened against the soft comforter; a bit astounded at the kind of reactions her body was having to Alex’s touch again. Erratic heart aside, Jo’s stomach tightened into the kind of knots she only ever felt when she was being brought over the edge as she let a guy have his way with her, mind unable to focus on anything except that Alex’s slow, subtle movements were bringing his hand close to the hem of the panties she had put back on only moments before, which would mean his fingers would be able to graze the part of her body that knew would be ready for him again.

She knew what they were doing, and she knew they both only had a one-track mind when it came to the other.

He, on the other hand, was revelling in the fact that he was able to touch Jo because since the moment he had ran back up to his room, seen the way her now messy hair splayed across his pillow and her long legs peak from underneath his sheets, he had been dealing with an almost uncomfortable tightness in his usually loose underwear and nearly groaned at the sight of her.

If Jo was truly uncomfortable with Alex touching her, he never would’ve laid a hand on her, but she wasn’t doing anything to shove his hand off—this is what they had been doing all night. How could she? She loved it. Voice low, Jo attempted to keep up the conversation, although breathlessly, “I could never live with my ex, I’d end up killing him.”

Alex’s smirk merely widened, having heard her loud and clear, he let his thumb stroke her skin and it was taking all of Jo’s willpower not to bite down on her lower lip at the feel of his touch. She didn’t need him to know that he had this much power over her. Was he seriously going to keep his hand there the entire time? Was he not going to do something?

Just then, Alex lifted his hand from Jo’s thigh to pick up his bottle, drinking the small remnants of liquid left in there. And while Jo felt like she could breathe again once his hand was gone, she also felt a pang of longing at the absence of his touch, already missing it.

Shit, she was a mess. She craved for Alex’s touch despite lying in his bed right next to him. “It’s a big house and we work weird hours,” he states, turning to gaze down at Jo, “you guys mustn’t have ended on the best terms then?” He smirks, eyebrows raising in questioning, Alex’s familiar touch returning back to her thigh. Hand rubbing up and down her skin as his other tousled at her hair, teasingly. Jo glanced at him, the sight of his sharp jaw and cute nose and exposed neck had Jo clenching her jaw and swallowing inaudibly.

It was unfair he looked as good as he did.

“Nope, we didn’t. He wasn’t a good guy,” was all she said as she glanced away from Alex’s face and around the dark space of his room, hoping she didn’t actually dampen the mood this time.

“You want me to throw some punches?” Alex was really messing with her right now, his not-so-innocent touches driving her crazy. Jo didn’t think too much into his words—knowing he was just teasing her, trying to make her giggle and blush whilst his fingers inched closer and closer to where she wanted him most.

Ruffling her long wavy hair falling around her shoulders and running her fingers through her hair in hopes to cool herself off just slightly, she giggles at his question. “You’d do that for me!?” She exclaims, gasping as she mocks. Smiling at the way Alex’s head falls whilst laughter spills from his lips.

Before she knew it, Alex hands were off her thigh and on Jo’s face whilst his lips were also on hers, pushing her body so she was lay flat on her back and he was hovering over her, capturing her mouth into a kiss that swallowed her gasp. Jo forgot every single thought that was in her mind and kissed Alex back with just the same amount of urgency he was depicting, melting into him effortlessly.

Alex’s lean body covered Jo’s below him, her lips moving with Alex’s in synchronicity. Their mouths were hot against each other’s, passionate kisses filled with caressing tongues and soft bites being exchanged as Alex’s hands gripped her hips, his touch practically searing through her the thin fabric of her panties and burning her skin. Jo’s left arm was wrapped around Alex’s neck to pull him close, hand playing with the tuffs of hair at the back of his neck while her other hand cupped his jaw, absolutely loving the feeling of scruff against her palm.

Her heart was thundering, and his head was spinning, both utterly lost in the feeling and taste of each other. They were lost in each other within moments, every bit of their senses taken captive by the other.

“You lie here like this and don’t expect me to wanna’ touch you,” Alex mumbled against her lips, voice raspy as his right hand slid up her thigh, leaving a fire in his wake as his hand lazily slid right up to her ass. Jo’s head fell back against the soft pillow, lips parting with a gasp as Alex’s hand squeezed the flesh, his underwear tightening even more so as his hooded gaze locked onto her pretty open mouth. He nipped at her full lower lip, feeling her fingers in his hair tighten gloriously as he said against her mouth, “Makes me wonder if we can keep this up all night.”

Using her grip on his head, Jo pushed Alex towards her, capturing his lips in a sucking kiss that ignited a fire in the pit of her stomach before kissing up his scruffy jaw until she reached his ear. Alex’s grip on her ass tightened she lightly bit at his lobe, all rational thought and worries out of her head as she whispered, “Only one way to find out.”

A low, almost animalistic growl sounded from Alex as soon as Jo uttered those words, hands slipping from her ass only so he could properly grip the back of her thighs and tug them up. She gasped, startled, eyes widening only for a second as her legs automatically wrapped around Alex’s hips and watched with a lustful excitement sparking up in her dark eyes as he caressed her bare skin.

All Alex could think about in this moment was Jo; Jo’s hands reaching behind him to leave scratches down his back, Jo’s tongue exploring ever crevice of his mouth, Jo’s soft skin withering under his. Jo, Jo, Jo.

[stardusttrashed]

Extra G.D

Summary: Grayson ‘Extra’ Dolan decides to finally tell the fans he’s dating Y/n

Word Count: 2K+

Y/n looked in the mirror, repositioning the strand of hair that didn’t quite want to comply like the others. Her fingers toyed with the strand for what felt like the hundredth time in the past minute. And of course, it still wouldn’t fall in line with the others. Her nerves were getting the best of her despite all of Grayson’s encouraging words from the past week. Every attempt to busy herself to push her mind elsewhere wouldn’t avail the situation.

“It looks perfect princess,” Grayson whispered with a kiss to the shell of her ear- his arms securing their place around her waist. “You look absolutely- .” She hadn’t even noticed him walk up behind her, too engrossed in trying to make sure she looked picture perfect.

“Gorgeous,” Y/n finished his sentence in a defeated voice. “You tell me that everyday Gray. Even when I look like death,” she chuckled dryly. Her eyes shifted to meet his adoring gaze in the mirror.

Grayson laughed quietly, pulling her flush against him, “well I mean it. Every time. You take my breath away every day Y/n. There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think you look like an angel- scratch that, a goddess.” His lips curled up into a smile as he watched her roll her eyes and fight the blushy smile begging to come out. “And that’s exactly why I wanted to do this.”

“Are you sure it’s not just ‘cause your that ‘I invented being extra’ headass boyfriend?” Y/n cut in again, loving the small blush that’d bless his cheeks whenever she’d tease him. She squirmed in his grasp as he squeezed her side while glaring at her playfully- causing an awkward giggle mingled with a squeal to escape her lips. “I’m Grayson Bailey Dolan and regular selfies with my girl are too basic for me,” she continued, dropping her voice a few octaves to mimic his.

“You’re damn right they are. Especially when I plan on finally telling the fans you’re so much more than my friend. So, yes, I will be that extra boyfriend until the day you finally marry me.” He left a trail of kisses up from her shoulder to her neck, his plump lips gliding across her skin from one kiss to the next. “And then I’ll be your extra husband,” he added with a cheeky grin that made his whiskey eyes seem more like honey.

Y/n twisted around in his arms quickly before landing her hand on his chest with a quiet smack. Her embarrassed laughter only made his smile grow wider- the melodious tone filling the bathroom quickly.

“Okay okay! I can go ask E to take the pictures if that makes you feel better.” Grayson rubbed circles into the small of her back as his eyes searched hers for an answer- the way they softened notifying him of her approval before her lips relayed the message.

“As long as he’s not using a phone again,” she smiled as she reached up to cup his stubbly jaw- something she had to spend nearly a week trying to convince him to keep. “ ‘Cause last time we asked half of the pictures were of him.”

“You liked those and you know it,” Ethan cut in, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “Why am I being brought up again?”

“Gray wants to know if you’ll take pictures for us. He hired a photographer but- .”

“Wait. You were for real about that,” Ethan exclaimed, a dorky smile forming on his lips. “I thought you were joking when you told me about it. Can’t you just post old pictures and let the fans know.” Ethan looked over at Grayson’s deadpanned face, unsure whether his teasing or his suggestion was the cause of it. “Fine, I’ll go change,” Ethan grumbled, “ but only because I like Y/n so much.” He walked off before quickly dipping his head back into the bathroom, interrupting the two leaning in for what he assumed was another round of kisses. “Do I get a matching outfit too?”

Y/n gasped with excitement, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she looked up a Grayson with big pleading eyes. “That’d be super cute! Have us all matching for at least one picture- oh or for next Tuesday’s video!”

“I was totally joking, but now we have to. Are you seeing how excited she is?”

“Yeah Grayson Extra Dolan, please.”

Grayson looked back and forth between his smug brother and childishly excited girlfriend, weighing both possible answers in his mind before nodding reluctantly.

“We could wear the Dolan merch since I’m pretty sure that the only matching outfits we have. Unless you want to just pick a color.”

“Color,” Ethan exclaimed without a second thought. “I can’t have you two lovebirds messin’ up my style.” He ignored Y/n’s blatant eye roll and hushed ‘whatever’.

Y/n looked up at Grayson once again, waiting for his input on the idea. Her fingers lazily toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, gently running her fingers through the short strands. The sudden tension in his shoulders due to Ethan’s harmless poking hadn’t gone unnoticed. His internal struggle between giving in and wanting to stand against him was crystal clear. And she tried every way she could think of to let him know she noticed without outright saying it. Grayson smiled tenderly, appreciating her quiet attempts to soothe him.

Just as Y/n opened her mouth to suggest not going through with all three of them matching Grayson finally spoke up, hooking his fingers with her own. “Red? I like the way my girl looks in red.” He smirked down at Y/n for a moment before looking over at Ethan just in time to catch him rolling his eyes. He puffed his chest up proudly before swooping her up into his arms, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist.

“Hey, leave the sickening cute stuff for later when we take pictures,” Ethan grumbled as he dragged his feet off to his room.

“Trust me we’ve got more than enough.”

Y/n nuzzled her face into his neck- the soft skin of her nose grazing his neck in ways that made it hard for Grayson to do anything other than have a content smile plastered on his face. She nipped on his neck, “You’re wearing your crop top.” Grayson’s chest rumbled with laughter at her quiet demanding voice.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I like it a lot,” she hummed. He could feel her lips curling into a smile and he absolutely adored it.

***

Ethan chuckled quietly to himself, completely drowned out by Y/n and Grayson belching lyrics at each other. When he agreed to take photos of them he figured Gray would drive. But no. Instead, Grayson had his limbs entangled with Y/n’s while they sat in the back like Ethan was a chauffeur. He sighed as he slowed to a stop in traffic. Suddenly it hit him. The best addition to Grayson’s post, at least for the two obnoxious lovebirds. Anytime he couldn’t take pictures he’d record them- making a mental note to edit it later. He fumbled around in the bag sitting in the passenger seat before pulling out the camcorder and setting it on the dashboard. He quickly adjusted the small device until it was focused on the pair.

***

The burning sand dipped under their weight as Ethan searched for the ‘Goldilocks’ part of the beach as he kept referring to it. Groups of people thinned out to one or two people strolling aimlessly- the blazing sun only energizing their smiles.

“This is it,” Y/n whispered to Grayson with a quiet chuckle. She slipped her hand under his shirt, resting on the small of his back- her small thumbs in comparison rubbing circles into his warm skin. “Ethan’s finally going to leave us in the middle of nowhere so he can have some peace and quiet back home.”

Grayson let out a throaty chuckle at her comment and shook his head. As much as he and his brother loved each other her playful comment seemed completely probable. Between him and Y/n being practically linked at the hip and the way he’d have her laughing or moaning endlessly every chance he could just because the noises she makes were pieces of heaven. It wasn’t hard to see how Ethan could get annoyed to the point of ditching them.

Ethan stopped in his tracks, breaking Grayson’s train of thought with a proud smile. “Alright lovebirds, how about here?”

Y/n took in the secluded area- the clear sound of crashing waves mingling with Tame Impala streaming from the speaker in Ethan’s backpack. Scattered rocks and boulders a short distance away led to a towering cliff. The same cliff Grayson had finally convinced her to jump from on their third date. The low sun left the area in a picturesque glow, creating halos around each thing the light graced.

Y/n looked up at Grayson, biting back her gracious smile before turning back to Ethan. She nodded her head eagerly, “it’s perfect E. Right bub?”

“Maybe I should’ve just asked you in the first place,” Grayson chuckled as he finally let go of Y/n- still keeping her within arms distance.

“What can I say I’m pretty great.” Ethan flipped his imaginary hair over his shoulder with an eye roll. “Now say, cheese dorks,” he instructed as he pulled his phone out- circling around the pair as he searched for the best angle.

Y/n stepped further away from Grayson, copying his casual pose- resting her weight on one hip and stuffing her hand in the opposite pocket. It was hard for her to keep a straight cool face, his playful glare melting her where she stood.

She let out a quiet squeak as Grayson stuffed his hand in her back pocket furthest from him. Effortlessly he curled his arm, sending her tumbling back into his hold. “Is that how we’re playing tonight?” His gruff voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper- his soft growl making his words seem louder than in reality.

“What a girl can’t pose for a picture,” Y/n teased with a knowing smirk. She smoothed over the wrinkled fabric over his chest before resting right above his heartbeat. Despite the relaxing setting Grayson’s heart was hammering in his chest. Pounding against her hand in a rhythm that matched her own heart. “Everything okay bub?”

“Just soaking in my princess’s otherworldliness.” He craned his neck down until his lips met with her forehead. “I love you to bits.” Using his free hand he lifted her unto the tip of her toes so their nose would touch. He rubbed his own against the tip of her nose, laughing at the adorable way her’s would scrunch up.

“Stop,” Y/n whined in a giggle. She was hoping Ethan would chalk this all up to them being extra for the pictures. The last thing she wanted was to give him more fuel to his teasing.

“Not until you say it back,” Grayson breathed against her lips. He kissed her tenderly, lengthening the kiss with each word. “Say. it.” She shook her head defiantly, attempting to ignore the way his kiss left her legs weak. “Y/n,” he whined as he scooped her into his arms.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the small pout Grayson gave her. “Really Bailey?” She searched his whiskey eyes, hoping for him to budge, before letting out a sigh. “I love you too,” Y/n grumbled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She cupped his cheek, his stubble tickling her palms. “I love you tons. You’re my best friend and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. And most of all,” she paused for dramatic effect- taking the time to plant a kiss on his lips. “You’re a pain in my ass. E can we take group pictures now?” Her body stiffened for a second as Grayson sneakily squeezed her butt once again, huffing in disappointment.  “We still have a few more hours of good light plus I’d love to get my best friend in here.” Y/n hopped down from Grayson’s grasp as she tried to convince Ethan. He maintained his uncertain gaze. Or maybe it was just him trying to say he didn’t want to do it anymore.

“Fine,” he caved, breaking into a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to turn down the girl childishly poking his side and tugging on his shirt. “Only if you pick me up,” he joked as he set up the camera stand.

“It’d be my honor.”

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Taking pictures together was a total blast. Y/n and Grayson were determined to prevent Ethan from feeling like a third wheel the entire time the three of them goofed off in front of the camera. Which unsurprisingly resulted in an amplification of jokes and teasing. It was like any time they’d invite Y/n to be in one of the videos- with more dorky poses thrown in just because. So much so that it wasn’t until the sun had completely disappeared that they decided to pack up the cameras. Calling an end to the little makeshift photo shoot. And even then their laughter echoed through the beach, rivaling the sound of the more aggressive waves.

Y/n stifled a yawn, dragging her now bare feet through the still warm sand. “Thanks, Bub for making me go through with this.” The cropped top hanging on Grayson made it easy for her to tiredly wrap her arms around his waist- relishing in the warmth. “And thanks E for dealing with us- today and every day. You’re the best,” she mumbled the last few words as the Jeep came into view. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her at the sight of Ethan’s Jeep waiting for them.

“What can I say, as annoying as you are together you’ve grown on me.” Ethan turned around in time to catch Grayson plant a lingering kiss on the crown of her head. He couldn’t deny the happiness that radiated off of Grayson whenever she was around. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to truly complain other than when they interfered with his sleep. It was clear Grayson was utterly smitten by her and most days the only time he’d get to show that side was at home. He didn’t blame Grayson for trying to keep his relationship with her hidden for so long- there were so many things that could go wrong. But there was only so much hiding one person could do.

“Hey bro,” Grayson called out quietly once they finished loading everything into the car including a half-awake Y/n. “Thank you. I really owe you.”

Ethan shrugged as they both climbed into the Jeep- the little sliver of the sun providing just enough light for them to clearly see each other still. “Just keep it quiet for at least two weeks and we’ll call it even.” He looked over at Grayson’s shocked and displeased face. “Fine one week, and a heads up. As much as you like hearing her moan that’s not- .”

“Deal.” Grayson chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her, allowing her to snuggle into his side as sleep her eyes fluttered sleepily. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with her cheek pressed to his chest and an arm slung over him. “She’s gonna hate me for this,” he thought aloud as he pulled his phone out. As stealthily as possible, he opened Snapchat and angled the camera towards her, capturing her content expression. He looked over the photo, unable to resist the urge to swoon over her. His thumbs moved across the screen, typing out ‘best feeling in the world’ followed by multiple hearts as fast as he could before posting it onto his story.

“I swear if you really just posted any kind of hint that you two are dating I’m going to kill you,” Ethan warned. “You could’ve done that earlier without dragging me out here. Or had me post a video of you two.”

“True, but now I can also say we have cheesy couple pics that we can post. Plus I could never have too many pictures of her.”

“Okay Grayson Extra Dolan, but now you definitely owe me two weeks.”

“A week and a half tops. That’s all you’re getting. And I can’t promise those noises won’t be replaced with her laughter.”

“I can handle that.”

[aufanficfanatic]

BNHA Pokémon AU Part 1: Kirishima Eijirou

I. ROCKRUFF --------

It was a different world these days. Brock didn't want to sound like an old man—he was only thirty, after all—but it seemed like the world had been a lot smaller back in his youth. One region, one Pokédex with 150 slots to fill, and everyone gushing over a simple boxy computer that could store Pokémon for the first time. Now, there were multiple regional dexes, and WiFi towers everywhere, and every year technology seemed to get simultaneously more and less complicated. Somehow.

Brock sighed, shaking snow out of his spiky brown hair as he emerged from Rock Tunnel, his Onix slithering by his side with a satisfied air about him. He should be satisfied, Brock thought with fondness. There had been a lot of ice-types in the Tunnel, obviously having migrated down from the mountain peaks due to the winter season, and his Onix had handled himself well. Better than Brock himself, who was still shivering. "G-great workout, Onix! Y-you're really starting to limber up-p," he encouraged through clattering teeth. Onix rumbled in pleasure.

Gym Leader and Pokémon crunched through the snow as they made their way to Brock's destination, smiling at the people who recognized Pewter's famous gym leader—and here was another sign of the ever-expanding world. Used to be, Route 9 was a hiker's dream—one lonely Pokémon Center, and nothing but trails and wild Pokémon wherever else you looked. And then the Power Plant was built, and the area became an important centre of Kanto energy production. A rugged but quaint little town sprang up around the Pokémon Center, supporting the Power Plant workers and their families. It had swallowed up a lot of Route 10 and pushed a lot of wild Pokémon further up the mountain. Still, the people here really seemed to live respectfully and cleanly, building places for Pokémon to gather and maintain a community garden full of berry trees.

On the outskirts of town, a little further into the wild area of Route 9, lay another landmark, and the reason for Brock's visit: Rockruff Ranch. Brock stared up at the torii gate that marked the entrance into the large property, declaring its name with a little diamond motif that matched the collar on a Rockruff. He felt apprehensive, unsure of what he would find here.  

Listen, he understood what it meant, having open communication in an expanding world. People and Pokémon alike were moving, resettling, flying and surfing their way into every corner of the globe—and it was fine. It was a part of life in the new age. But a Kanto breeder trying to specialize in an Alolan Pokémon ...? Brock could be forgiven if he had some misgivings. He'd been a Pokémon Breeder in the past and would be again someday. Kanto may have a temperate climate, but it was a far cry from the sunny paradise that was Alola. Also, rock-type Pokémon had a special place in his heart. He would lose respect for himself as a gym leader if he didn't make sure all the Rockruffs here were happy and healthy.  

Determination overtaking the apprehension, Brock motioned to his Onix and moved forward into the ranch. The house was set back a ways from the gate, but the land here was well-manicured and open, and Brock could see the entirety of the property stretched out before him. There was the house, with the area around it fenced-in. There was a building behind the house that looked like a re-purposed stable. A large swimming hole in the front of the property was iced over with the winter temperatures. Trees dotted the land, berry and non-berry.

It came from behind one of those trees, and it came swiftly and without mercy. "PLLEEFFBB," Brock sputtered as the snowball nailed him right in the face, covering him in white powder.

"Supa 'ffective!" Shouted a tiny voice, accompanied by an equally-tiny bark. A small boy tumbled out from behind the tree, dressed warmly in snow pants and boots, a rats-nest of black hair sticking out of his woolly hat. A little brown Pokémon loped beside the boy, Brock's first sighting of a Rockruff—and he nearly sputtered again as he took in the sight of it.

It had four little paw-boots, and it was wearing an obviously hand-knitted sweater, and it was the cutest damn thing Brock had ever seen in his life. 

"Hey, Mista! You're s'posed to faint because it was supa 'ffective! Like this!" The boy called as he ran up to Brock, and then turned to his little Rockruff puppy. "Riot, supa 'ffective!" And Brock had the utter delight of watching both toddler and puppy collapse in the snow in a fake faint.  

Laughing, Brock crouched down and said to the giggling boy, "Very impressive! You'll make a great trainer someday. What's your name, kid?"

"I'm Eijirou! And this is Riot! Are you here for a Rockruff? They're really cool and great!" He leapt up from the snow, grabbing Brock's hand and starting to dragging him towards the house. "Riot is my Rockruff! Kaa-san gave him to me for my birthday! I'm five now! He's my best friend! My very own Pokémon!" Brock really got the feeling that the kid mostly communicated through exclamations.

In front of them, the door to the house opened, and a willowy woman stepped onto the porch. "Eij, time for you and Riot to come in—oh! Hello, sir. Can I help you?"

"Mama, look! I found a cust'mer! He wants a Rockruff!" Brock smiled through his confusion. Mama ... not Kaa-san? And the woman didn't look Kantoan at all. She hadn't recognized Brock, either. Was she foreign? She did have a slight accent ... but Brock didn't travel enough to other regions to place it.

"Yes, hello. My name is Brock, I'm the rock-type Gym Leader in Pewter City. I hope you don't mind my dropping in unannounced, but I'd heard about your breedery, and I wanted to see it for myself."

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't look upset or uncomfortable by his presence. Instead, she smiled brightly, turning her head to shout back into the house, "Maiko, come to the door, please! We have a visitor!" She then walked down the steps, going over to Brock to shake his hand—definitely not Kantoan, Johtoan, or Alolan then. Such a tactile greeting suggested she was perhaps an Unovan or a Galarian. "It's such a pleasure to have you here, Mr Brock. My partner and I would be delighted to give you a tour of our humble breedery," she said, her grip firm and sure on Brock's hand. The little boy latched onto the woman's legs, having lost interest in the conversation, and instead begged to stay outside for a little longer.

Another woman stepped out of the house, this one clearly the mother of the little boy wrapped around the foreigner, as they shared the same black hair and cat-like red eyes. This woman was indeed Kantoan, as she gasped the moment she caught sight of the famous Rock leader. "Brock-sama! What a wonderful surprise!" From behind her, a beautiful orange-and-white Pokémon trotted out the door and down the steps, clearly very friendly and unafraid of strangers as it sniffed curiously at Brock's Onix. Luckily, Onix was used to being around unfamiliar Pokémon, so he just slithered in a playful circle and lowered his head to greet the other.

"What a beautiful Pokémon. Is that the evolved form of Rockruff? I'm not too familiar with Alolan Pokémon—I don't travel much," Brock admitted.

Kirishima Maiko smiled, beckoning Brock towards the house. "Yes, that's one of the forms Lycanroc can take. Please, come inside, let me show you."

"Kaa-san, can Riot and I stay out a bit longer? We gotta train s'more!" Eijirou left his mama and went to Maiko, tugging on her dress cutely. Brock didn't quite understand the relationship between the two women, and why Eijirou called them both mother, but that wasn't his business and wasn't why he'd come.

"I could really use your help showing off all our Rockruffs, Ei. What do you say? Will you be Brock-sama's tour guide?"

The little boy cheered and immediately grabbed Brock's hand. "I'll show you! Come on!"

As it turns out, the little five-year-old did make an excellent tour guide, and Rockruff Ranch lived up to all Brock's high standards and then some. Each Rockruff was showered with love, attention, and training. The differing climate was taken into consideration for the little ones, who had winter wear for the snow until they grew to level 10 and were strong enough to thrive in the Kantoan weather. The Lycanrocs apparently came in three forms depending on the time of day they evolved. While there were plenty of midday and midnight forms wandering around (separated from each other due to their conflicting natures), only Kirishima Maiko's Lycanroc was that beautiful orange-and-white dusk form. "The dusk form is hardest to get, as there is a much smaller window of time for the Rockruff to evolve," Maiko explained while Brock used a brush to spoil her relaxed Lycanroc. "My late husband ... he planned her evolution so carefully, down to the second." Her smile was fond and bittersweet. "He loved Lycanroc so much. This was his dream, you know, opening a Rockruff breedery and showing all of Kanto how great Rockruffs are."

Well, that solved part of the mystery. Brock set down the brush and bowed to Maiko. "I'm sorry for your loss. But you honour him greatly with Rockruff Ranch. I'll admit I came here because I had reservations about it—but I'm so glad to be able to admit that I was wrong, and this is one of the best breederies I've ever seen."

Maiko's eyes were wet as she smiled at him and bowed back. "Your praise means everything to me. Thank you, Brock-sama."

Brock stood up, having seen and heard all he needed to make this declaration: "From this moment on, you have the full weight of the Pewter Rock Gym and my status as a Rock-Type master behind you. I would like to publically endorse this breedery if you don't mind. Do you have any advertisements or posters I could hang in the Gym lobby?"

After copious rounds of tears, thank-you's, and overly-affectionate hugs from canine Pokémon and toddlers, Brock finally made his way back outside and down the long drive out of the ranch. "You're always welcome, Mr Brock," the willowy woman said as she walked him out. She was still a little bit of a mystery to Brock, though he had found out that her name was Ann, and she was Unovan. "I hope you'll come back soon, and get a Rockruff puppy of your own. They really are the best Pokémon," she said with a grin.

Brock grinned back. "There's no way I won't want a Rockruff, after what I've seen today. And the same goes for you—the Pewter Gym will welcome you anytime. When Eijirou-kun is older, I'd be honoured to help him become a Pokémon trainer, if that's what he wants."

Ann took his hand in both of hers, another overly-tactile Unovan gesture. "You're too kind. We may take you up on that offer—Eijirou's father was a trainer, and it's all our boy has wanted since we told him. We want that life for him, as well—it's important to Maiko, for Eijirou to have some way to feel connected to Haku."

Brock hesitated, desperately curious but unwilling to cross any lines. Perhaps it was the fact that Ann was Unovan, and therefore less sensitive than the average Kantoan, that allowed his tongue to loosen. "May I ask ... what happened to Eijirou's father?"

Ann was quiet for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It happens sometimes, right? As much as Pokémon are capable of deep love and loyalty, they are still wild creatures when they're out in the world. It happened in a split second in the mountains, too fast for his Pokémon or anyone else to react—one badly startled Geodude at the wrong time, a tackle to send Haku stumbling in the wrong place, and he was gone. One-hundred feet, straight down."

Oh, Arceus. Brock's heart hurt for this family, cobbled together with such pain and loss. And yet ... there was so much love, too. Love for Eijirou, love for all the Rockruffs, and passion for a lost man's dream made a reality.

He shook Ann's hand, initiating the contact himself for once. "Thank you for telling me. I will be in contact to discuss ways the Pewter Gym can help support your ranch. And I'll be back in person again soon, count on it!" With another heartfelt goodbye, Brock and Onix made their way back through the newly-christened Rocktown and to Rock Tunnel, intending to make it back to Pewter City by nightfall.

It was a different world these days. But Brock couldn't help but think that the differences were all for the better.

[beca-mitchell]

breathe me in, taste my words (let me blow your mind) (1/1)

rating: M/E

word count: 3613

Summary: The beginning of Beca and Chloe's relationship. It's just kissing. Kind of AU, set between PP1 and PP2.

Read on AO3 or read below.

Months pass after their first kiss – soft and sitting at the edge of the empty Barden pool just before summer break – and they establish that neither of them wants to rush this. Whatever “this” is between them. All they know is that they’ve been granted time to experience this and experience being together, unfettered and unbothered even if their peers grin at them knowingly and tease them mercilessly whenever they descend the stairs together from Chloe’s bedroom.

(“I hate them,” Beca mutters. She stirs her coffee aggressively.

“You don’t,” Chloe assures, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.

The affection Beca feels for Chloe drowns out Stacie’s knowing giggle from somewhere behind her, so she supposes Chloe’s a little right.)

The thing is, between them, it’s just kissing.

For now.

So when Stacie catcalls them, Chloe ignores it like a champ because nobody else needs to know the going-ons of their relationship. But Beca blushes because she hates that there are expectations at all.

But when Chloe pulls her close, hands firmly on her hips, and Beca settles in the cradle of Chloe’s thighs, Beca can think of nothing better.

Kissing perhaps is a misnomer – it’s more that they’re making out whenever they get the chance. In every room, under every tree, and amongst every empty library stack.

So, yes–

It’s just kissing.

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Beca’s lips can almost be considered playful, Chloe thinks. She loves the way Beca seems unable to resist a smile whenever she pushes her lips eagerly against Chloe’s. Like she’s wanted this for as long as Chloe has.

Her mind wanders, usually –

How much more does Beca want?

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Chloe has wanted more for a while now, but she’s never going to push Beca beyond what she’s comfortable with.

And what Chloe wants–

She’s not asking for everything, at the risk of sounding like a teenage boy, but... well, more. More than just a stolen moment here and there. More than just the playful pull of her lip between Beca’s blunt teeth. More than the way Beca’s eyes glitter at her in the darkness of her room.

Not that kissing Beca isn't exhilarating and life-changing each time they do it.

Kissing Beca Mitchell breath-stealing in ways that Chloe isn’t sure she can even find words to put to it.

Oddly, Chloe kind of wants to congratulate Jesse…?

For something at least, because he and Beca dated for a while.

The more rational part of her brain tells her that Jesse had nothing to do with any of this and obviously Beca is just supremely gifted in everything she does. Beca is a phenomenal kisser.

Chloe retracts that – she’s not sure she can handle crediting Jesse with anything, really. She can credit him with being a little stupid for letting Beca go so easily in the middle of her sophomore year.

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Okay, so it’s a little more than kissing. At least, now it is.

Their movie forgotten – just how Beca likes it – they find themselves sprawled on Chloe’s bed, comfortably wrapped up in each other’s arms. Beca’s body inches closer and closer with each passing moment until they find themselves with no more space between them.

Chloe thinks that the press of Beca’s breast – warm, soft, punctuated by a stiff nipple – beneath her palm, skin to skin, is incomparable.

Beca writhes above her, slowly grinding her hips down against Chloe’s thigh.

“Is this okay?” Chloe asks, keeping her voice as steady as possible.

Except, she stumbles over her own words, barely able to do more than stutter because Beca’s hand glides boldly up the plane of her stomach and cups Chloe’s breast with the sureness of somebody who has done this before - or at least somebody who knows exactly she wants.

“Is this okay?” Beca asks, nosing her way up and down Chloe’s neck. Her breath is feather-light against Chloe’s skin.

And Chloe swears she can feel the barest hint of a smile.

“Beca,” Chloe breathes out. “Yes.”

Beca kisses her way back up to Chloe’s mouth.

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Chloe isn’t shy about any of this – she’s pretty confident in fact – so she freely embraces the fact that being able to be with Beca; being able to experience her kisses and her light touches over the surface of her t-shirt – all of that means she occasionally locks herself in her room or in the bathroom in order to touch herself.

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It’s not a dirty secret at all.

Maybe a little dirty, Chloe thinks faintly. Her fingers rub over her clit a little faster. Her hand shoots out beneath the spray of the shower to plant itself on the tile right across from her.

She bites her lip hard, briefly concerned about drawing blood, but all of that fades as her orgasm rushes through her body, something akin to warmth and numbness all at once.

Beca’s name falls from her lips like a prayer; falls from between her upper lip and swollen bottom lip like benediction.

Water drips from her eyelashes and nose as she hunches over, exhaling in relief and satisfaction, all mingled with the strangest sense of guilt.

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“I touch myself and think of you,” Chloe admits to Beca, kind of out of the blue one morning while they sit on the quad, eating bagels and drinking coffee. Beca had been surprisingly absent from the Bellas house that morning and had showed up holding breakfast and wearing a shy smile.

Chloe wonders how much more she can fall in love with Beca Mitchell.

Now – she had been nervous at the thought of bringing it up (the very real, very visceral act of getting herself off at the thought of her girlfriend), but she had been even more anxious about keeping it to herself.

So it kind of just...comes out like that, over bagels on a surprisingly warm fall day.

Beca lowers her coffee and stares at Chloe, slack-jawed.

Chloe swallows the sudden nervousness that rises. “Is that okay?” she asks quickly. “I should have asked first. Your permission,” she babbles on. “I – I wasn’t thinking,” Chloe continues steamrolling over Beca’s intake of breath. “I just–”

“No, it’s okay,” Beca murmurs quietly, yet still resolutely enough to still Chloe’s breath. A hint of a pleased smile finally appears behind her bagel when she raises it to her mouth. “I’m flattered.” She takes a bite, then taps her fingers against her chin thoughtfully. “So that’s why you’ve been taking longer showers.”

Chloe can’t help but laugh, even as Beca puts a hand on the back of her neck and pulls her in for a sweeping, loving kiss.

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“I just want you to be comfortable with everything we do,” Chloe promises. She presses her hands on the back of Beca’s neck and bumps their foreheads together. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Gratefulness and love shine back at her through Beca’s eyes. Beca says nothing and instead presses a slow kiss against Chloe’s lips.

With time, they gradually become more intimate. Closer emotionally and physically.

If Chloe’s being honest, she likes being close to Beca physically; likes being intimate physically with Beca.

But she loves their newfound emotional proximity: the quiet conversations and the whispered confessions of insecurities and fears. She wants to be able to soothe Beca’s doubts and uncertainties, just as Beca helps keep her grounded and stable.

Balance, Chloe thinks. Everything feels balanced.

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It is the evening just before they’re due to leave Atlanta to return home for their respective Christmas breaks. The house is quiet and empty, save for CR and Amy who are due to leave the next day as well.

Chloe lounges on her bed, flicking through her Netflix queue. She’s comfortable in her favorite worn out shorts and one of Beca’s t-shirts.

She is waiting for Beca who is on the phone with her father, confirming Christmas plans. It sends joy through Chloe at the thought of Beca slowly making amends with her father, particularly as Chloe has seen the way Beca’s mood has improved with time and healing.

Finally, Beca slowly opens her bedroom door and peers around the edge, eyes searching. She brightens upon seeing Chloe and all but bounds towards the bed like an excited puppy (Chloe will never tell her that for fear of sending Beca blushing and running for the hills) after she closes and locks the door.

“Good call?” Chloe comments. She shifts a little, but refuses to move as Beca grumbles and tries to push her over so she can sprawl out on Chloe’s bed.

Beca settles her head on Chloe’s shoulder and tucks herself neatly into Chloe’s side. She rubs her toe playfully up Chloe’s thigh for a few moments, waiting to see if Chloe will crack under pressure. “Yeah,” Beca finally says. “He’s going to pick me up tomorrow and we’re going to the airport together.”

“I’m so jealous you’re going away for Christmas break,” Chloe complains.

“I’m not going to turn down a free trip.”

“Yeah, you sound really disappointed about going to Mexico City.”

Beca shoves a finger into her side. “You’re just jealous, Beale.”

“That’s what I said,” Chloe parrots back. She nudges Beca with her shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.”

Beca softens and stills beside her. Her head tilts and suddenly her lips are against Chloe’s neck. “I’m going to miss you too,” she murmurs. Chloe warms at the affection in Beca’s voice, so open and clear for all the world to see.

(Except it’s their world; it’s their private space and Chloe is so honoured to have cultivated this space with Beca.)

“How much?” Chloe asks, wondering how far she can push. She loves Beca’s squirmy discomfort whenever she has to show emotion. It’s cute and Chloe always knows when she needs to stop. But it’s refreshing to see Beca grapple with the intensity of her own emotions, especially when Chloe knows exactly how it feels.

(It rumbles inside her chest with no chance of escape sometimes. Other times her love tumbles out, free and uninhibited. Two extremes.)

“Like, a lot,” Beca mumbles.

“I wish I could give you a little gift to remind you of me,” Chloe says, pouting at the thought. “I didn’t think of that. Your Christmas present is coming only after the break.”

While Chloe mulls over the logistics of shoddy delivery services, Beca’s hand comes up to curl around her hip. She tilts her head up and back until she’s staring at the side of Chloe’s head until Chloe becomes aware of Beca’s gaze.

“You could…” Beca trails off, struggling to find the words.

Chloe waits, patient as ever.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Beca says after a moment. The shift in subject is so distinct, but Chloe realizes something else: Her tone is peculiar and sends Chloe’s senses into Full Alert. “I…” she trails off, uncertainly.

Chloe props herself up on her elbow so she can see Beca’s face more clearly. She reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from Beca’s forehead. “What do you want to do?” Chloe repeats, changing the tone of her voice slightly.

It works because Beca’s throat moves with the heaviness of her swallow and Chloe suddenly realizes exactly what Beca wants.

“I could give you...a gift now,” Chloe suggests slowly, eyes tracking across Beca’s face for any sign of discomfort.

Beca nods, swallowing heavily. “I...I’d like that.”

“What do you want to do?” Chloe asks, keeping her voice low and calm even as her heart threatens to beat out of her chest.

“I…” Beca clears her throat again, looking every bit embarrassed and curious. It’s an appealing combination because the flush on Beca’s cheeks compliments the cute red shirt she’s wearing, along with the way she continues to wet her lower lip with her tongue. “I was thinking, maybe, about what you said. About how you.” Her hand lifts from Chloe’s hip to gesture vaguely. “You know.”

Chloe loves Beca a lot, but she can barely suss out what Beca’s asking for.

“Bec,” she says softly. “It’s okay.”

“I was thinking,” Beca says slowly, eyes finally flicking upwards to meet Chloe’s eyes. “About how you said you…” she pauses to consider her words. “...Touch yourself and, um, think of me.”

Oh, Chloe thinks.

“Oh,” Chloe says, heat rising in her chest. That brief conversation was over a month ago. She’s surprised Beca remembers, but then again–

Beca immediately seems to sink back into the bed, looking every bit embarrassed and ashamed. “I was just thinking about it,” she rambles. “We don’t have to do anything, I was just curious and I wanted to know.”

Chloe bites the inside of her cheek for a moment. “What did you want to know?” she asks finally. Quietly.

“...What you look like, doing that.” Beca pauses in her thought. "It's all I've been able to think about."

An explosion of emotion occurs then, starting somewhere low in Chloe’s belly. It spreads through her body quickly and suddenly.

As far as Chloe is aware of her own innate, physical attraction to Beca, she has always been wary in ensuring Beca’s own comfort on the matter. It does very specific things to her own body now, knowing that Beca is equally attracted to her and equally curious - if not more - about their sexual chemistry.

If Chloe had the capacity to feel embarrassed about it, she’d be conscious about the sudden heat between her legs or the way her thighs instinctively clamp together to alleviate some of the tension.

But she’s not embarrassed about her body, especially not in front of her beautiful, shy girlfriend.

Her beautiful, shy girlfriend who just admitted she wanted to see what Chloe looks like getting herself off.

“I can do that,” Chloe says, leaning down to press a long, slow kiss against Beca’s parted lips. Beca’s hand comes up to her shoulder to hold her close. It’s a little awkward of an angle, but Chloe loves the sensation of Beca’s soft lips moving against her own in such a familiar way. “For you, I can do that,” Chloe murmurs, once she pulls back. She lifts her hand to rub her thumb over Beca’s lower lip. “If it’s what you want.”

There is no hesitation in Beca’s nod.

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Chloe takes off her shorts. They float somewhere across the room, landing with a dull thump.

Or maybe it’s the sound of both their hearts beating loudly in their ears.

Beca’s eyes are dark and intense.

Chloe knows she’s not going to last long.

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Chloe isn’t sure what she expects, but it’s not how boldly Beca kisses up her neck.

Beca’s lips practically glide up Chloe’s neck in gentle, wet kisses. Chloe’s eyes flutter open and shut again at the sensation of Beca’s lips on her jaw and Beca’s palm warm against her abdomen. Heat spreads from that point and Chloe’s fingers slip down past her clit of their own accord and she bucks her hips up instinctively.

Chloe inhales sharply.

Beca’s kisses become devastatingly slow and purposeful. “Does it feel good?” she asks, voice soft and thick. A little muffled against Chloe’s skin. “What does it feel like?” she asks again, her voice ending a little bit on a whimper.

Chloe can only whimper once before she nods, not trusting herself to speak. Beca’s hand slides up from her stomach, scorching a hot path overtop Chloe’s shirt. Her hand grazes her breasts, though she surprisingly doesn’t linger. Instead, Beca’s hand comes up to cup her jaw and tilt her head for a desperate kiss.

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Chloe’s not sure how she can even begin to describe what it feels like to Beca.

Hot, she thinks, as Beca’s lips push against her own.

Wet, she thinks, at the first swipe of Beca’s tongue.

Swollen, she thinks, as something inside Chloe’s chest blooms and her fingers lose themselves between the sticky mess between her legs.

It feels like you.

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There is something about the way Beca initiates kisses - about the way she starts tentative and soft, then slowly finds a way to slip her tongue purposefully out to first glide against Chloe’s lips, then too slowly push into her mouth.

Now, however, Beca’s lips push against hers with determination, already wet from her own tongue, Chloe thinks. Chloe moans into the kiss, tilting her head as languidly as she dares. She tries to slow her fingers - almost considers removing them from between her legs so she can hold Beca close.

(The thought of her wet fingers against Beca’s skin makes her tremble and ache in new ways.)

As if reading her mind, Beca’s fingers curl around the back of her head to hold her closer in their embrace. As if to say don’t stop .

Beca’s tongue curls eagerly against the back of her teeth.

As if to say please.

Chloe has to pull away then, breathless and gasping. She’s sure the flush has spread up her cheeks and beyond. She has to look away, so she looks down her own body, watching the slow flex of her forearm and the movements of her wrist. Groaning, her head thumps back against the pillow and her eyes fall shut. Beca presses her forehead against Chloe’s cheek in a show of affection.

Beca’s hand slips from her cheek, resting somewhere around her neck and collarbone. Chloe bites her lip and uses her left hand to reach up so she can push Beca’s hand under her shirt.

“You can–” Her voice sounds strange to her, a little thicker and a little lower somehow. She clears her throat, desperately trying not to combust so soon. “You can touch me,” she manages to say after a moment. “Please,” she adds.

Beca’s forehead brushes against Chloe’s damp cheek as she nods. Her head lifts so she can watch Chloe’s progress while also watching the slow movement of her hand under Chloe’s shirt. Beca’s fingers are light and exploratory, almost delicate in the way she reverently traces paths and lines across Chloe’s skin, both real and imagined.

“Chloe,” Beca murmurs. It’s so slight and so quiet that Chloe’s not even sure that Beca realizes she’s said it. Before she can dwell, Beca’s hand comes up to tweak her stiff nipple and Chloe’s gone again.

Still, Chloe wants to slow it down – she’s always waiting for Beca in some form or another, whether if it’s waiting for Beca to catch up or waiting for Beca to realize she has somehow left Chloe in the dust once more. So she strokes her thumb over Beca's neck with her free hand in a comforting way. She twists as best as she can so they can kiss. Chloe is slow and tender in her kisses. She loves the way Beca reacts to those - the barest hint of hesitation before she’s sinking comfortably into Chloe’s embrace. Like she’s allowing Chloe into her space fully.

This is so familiar.

Chloe pushes her fingers through her wet folds.

This is unfamiliar.

"Are you–“ Beca asks stiltedly. Chloe can feel the heat emanating from Beca’s body and hopes - desperately so - that it’s due to all of this.

“Yeah,” Chloe murmurs. “Yeah, it’s right–“ She hisses, pushing her fingers against herself with just the right amount of force. “There,” she moans out. “Fuck,” she murmurs, pulling her other hand away from Beca so she can rub circles on her stiff, neglected clit.

Beca whines a little, breath coming out hot against Chloe’s throat. Chloe can feel every last sensation in that moment. The hot flash of heat, the stiffening of Beca’s body. The flutter of her eyelashes, even, and a telltale shift of Beca’s body against her side. The way Beca’s leg hooks against hers to draw her open a bit more. “Like that,” Beca murmurs, so faintly that once again Chloe isn’t sure that Beca is aware of her own voice.

The stiffness of Beca’s nipple presses against Chloe’s arm and spurs her on further, sending her hurtling over the edge with finality. The most peculiar growling noise leaves her throat, followed by a series of gasps. “Beca,” she whimpers, finally finding sense to speak her girlfriend’s name aloud. “Bec, God–”

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Beca can hardly believe her luck; can hardly believe Chloe Beale chooses her day after day.

(And conversely, choosing Chloe Beale was one of the easiest decisions Beca has ever made; like opening a window to a gust of fresh air after years of dust and nothingness.)

When Chloe falls apart beside her, it’s all Beca can do to wait just one second to experience this moment with her girlfriend before she’s coming apart soon after.

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Beca takes her hand, still glistening and wet at the fingertips.

She then pushes it under her own shirt, shuddering at the sensation of Chloe’s wet fingers gliding up her skin, just how Chloe had imagined it before.

Chloe finds the familiar stiffness of Beca’s nipple and gently pinches at it while they kiss. Beca shudders into her body, pushing as close as she dares. Her leg drapes loosely across Chloe’s thigh and Chloe feels impossible warmth from between Beca’s legs. A little dampness through the thin material of Beca’s shorts. Chloe barely resists from pushing her thigh up into Beca so they’re connected solidly.

God, Beca’s trying to kill her, Chloe’s pretty sure of it at this point. Her girlfriend never fails to surprise her.

“Thank you,” Beca murmurs, voice thick and heavy again. Thick and heavy, still.

I love you, Chloe thinks.

And, for now, this is all enough.

fin. // my fanfic

[allmightismyghostwriter]

Long time no post everyone! I've finally finished moving, and, while I have a lot of unpacking to do, I'm getting back into writing again. I don't think I can get back into my once a day posting again just yet, but a couple times a week for now.

BUT with no further ado... I've had this idea in my head for a while, so thanks for the request. It gave me an excuse to finally write it.

It always starts with a joke - All Might x Reader - NSFW - Daddy Kink

It had started off as a joke.

You and All Might were at the park, lounging on a bench together, enjoying the sun. He had kids flocking him, asking for autographs and pictures with him, all of which he humbly obliged. He was always happy to please his fans, especially the young ones.

As the crowd simmered down and kids ran off excitedly to play superhero, their parents watching diligently, you began to relax as the atmosphere quieted.

Your arm was wrapped around his loosely, your head resting on his bicep and your fingers entwined with his. Everything was peaceful.

“Hey, Daddy, Daddy!” You suddenly heard a child cry, and your eyes fluttered open. You saw a young boy, yanking on the arm of his father, dragging him towards a concession stand. “Ice cream, daddy!”

On cue, your stomach rumbled. Your previously peaceful countenance scrunched up at the volume of it, and All Might erupted into laughter.

“Might you like something too, my dear?” He asked, glancing down at you with his hidden blue eyes.

“Ice cream does sound good.” You mused, “Sorbet for you, maybe?”

All Might nodded and stood, offering you a hand up, which you happily accepted. The two of you walked hand in hand over to the ice cream vendor, who lit up at the sight of his famous customer.

While All Might ordered your favorite flavor, and something sugar free for himself, you noticed the boy from before next to you, his face covered in ice cream as he held his father’s hand.

“Thank you, Daddy!” he cried out, as he and his father walked away chuckling.

A dastardly thought crossed your mind and your lips curled up mischievously.

All Might turned to you, holding a cone of ice cream in both hands, and offered you yours.

“Thanks,” You chimed and then pursed your lips as you reached for it. “Thank you so much, Daddy.”

You barely registered the sound of a crunch before cold ice cream splattered across your cheeks.

Shocked, you saw All Might had suddenly clenched both his fists, crushing the ice cream cones in them. You peered up towards his face with wide, confused, eyes, and found his cheeks stained red and him clenching his teeth in a forced smile, sweat rolling down his brow.

Your brain began racing a mile a minute, as you tried to hold in your excited laughter. No. Way. You thought.

Composing yourself the best you could, you reached up a finger, and swiped some of the cold cream off your cheek, before lowering it to your lips and slowly licking your digit. “Gee, Daddy… what was that for?”

You saw his stance stiffen, before he frantically grabbed for some napkins, wiping off his own hands, before leaning down to you and wiping your face clean of ice cream. While doing so, he bent to your ear and whispered in almost a whine. “Stop that right now. I have an image to maintain.”

You chuckled, and pressed a finger against your chin innocently before peering up at him and whispering, “Stop what, Dad-mmph!”

All Might cut you off by putting his large hand over your mouth. He grabbed you by the waist and pressed you against his body, before running a few feet from the concession stand and cheering. “Sorry, folks, gotta go!” And with that, he blasted off in a great jump, with you in tow.

The air was absolutely full of giggles and laughs as you flew through the air with him. “Oh, my god!” You laughed out, “I cannot believe this! The number one hero has a daddy kink!”

All Might grunted, not being able to deny it. You could see his cheeks were still tinted pink as he avoided eye contact with you. He gave a slight cough, clearing his throat, before he asked you sheepishly, “W-what about you?”

You gave him a curious look, and noticed his blush had spread to his ears. His lip quivered with embarrassment. It was suddenly so clear to you how long he had been holding this back.

A slight smile spread across your lips, “What, are you kidding?” You reached a hand to brush your fingers over his adam’s apple and down the center of his chest. He gulped audibly under your touch. “Everything about you screams ‘daddy.’ I'd have to be crazy to not have at least thought about it…” You spun a finger around on his chest. “Or spent every morning I wake up next to you fantasizing about it.”

All Might’s breathing hitched, and you felt his grip on you tighten, as he held you closer to him. With your head pressed against his chest, you could hear just how fast his heart was racing.

“Hey, Daddy…” You mewed, as he bounced off the roof of a building and back into the air again. “Will you take me home with you tonight?” You continued to trace circles on his chest.

“Would you like that, baby?” His voice came out huskier than you had expected, and a chill ran down your spine.

You stretched your neck and with your lips to his ear, let out a whisper. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

All Might seemed to lose control for a moment, blasting off from the next building harder than intended, and leaving a small dent in his weight. The two of your barreled through the sky even faster, and though you couldn't see through your hair blowing into your face, you couldn't stop laughing giddily.

By the time the two of you reached All Might’s home, your arms were wrapped around his neck and your legs hooked behind his back, as you kissed him in earnest. He held one hand on your back, keeping your body pressed against him, and unlocked his door with the other.

When the door opened, he stumbled inside before slamming the door shut and pressing you up against it. You moaned as you were squeezed between his hot chest and the cool wood. When you turned your head for a breath of air, his lips immediately went for the bare skin of neck. He sucked roughly, leaving open mouthed kissed on your skin, licking the marks after he had made them.

“Mmm yes, Daddy…” You moaned, “Mark me yours.”

He nipped your soft skin in response, and you bucked your hips against him with a gasp. He grunted into your shoulder when he felt you against him, and you could already tell how hard he was.

Slowly, you pawed your way down his chest, over his skin tight white shirt, to his belt, and then cupped him in your hand. He gave a raspy gasp, as he thrust his clothed erection into your palm.

“Baby…” His voice came out hoarse, which made your lips curls at the edges. “Don't tease Daddy like this…”

You smiled coyly, and carefully began to pull down on his zipper, bit by bit. “But, Daddy, I'm still hungry…” You leaned back to show him a playful pout, “Can't I have a little snack…?” You licked your lips as you reached into the fly of his pants.

All Might became so excited he nearly dropped you. You couldn't help but laugh, as he threw his arms into the air, and then immediately grabbed your waist again so you didn't fall to the floor. Continuing to giggle, you let down your feet from his waist, and sank to the floor as he stepped back from the door.

You gently stroked the erection that had freed itself from his pants, readying him for the next act, and gave it’s head a quick kiss--eliciting a groan from your lover--before unbuckling his belt, and letting his pants tumble to the ground, then pulled down his boxers, watching his cock pull down with them, and then spring back up as it was freed.

“Baby… If you keep teasing Daddy, I might just have to punish you…” All Might huffed at you between grunts.

You gave out a shameless chuckle. “Oh no… How will I ever make it up to you?” You gave him a wink, before running your tongue from base to tip. All Might jerked forward, trying to control himself, as you wrapped your lips around his tip, licking up the precum that had escaped, though it was quickly replaced with more.

Your tongue circled his head, once, twice, three times, and you heard his gasps getting louder, before his palm landed on the back of your head.

“Baby… Can you… Daddy needs you to…” He couldn't seem to even manage a full sentence. You gave a bit of a hum in reply, and then pushed your head forward, enveloping more of his cock in your mouth.

You bobbed your head, trying to give pleasure to as much of his length as you could manage. You could feel him grasping your hair, trying to hold himself back from thrusting into your throat.

By the time you had edged him as far back into your throat as you could manage, his moans had melted into whines. He leaned the the top of his head pressed against the door, panting and sweating above you.

It was more than a little sexy.

You sucked at his length as hard as you could, flicking your tongue around him, and bobbing your head back and forth, occasionally grazing him just slightly with your teeth.

“Baby, Baby! I’m gonna--!” All Might let out a gasp, before exploding into your throat. You stayed on your knees, still as you swallowed up his seed, and then slid your head back with a slurp as you freed him.

All Might collapsed to his knees in front of you, gasping for breath and leaning his head on your shoulder. You absentmindedly stroked his hair with one hand, and wiped off the remaining cum from your lips with the other.

“Thanks for the snack, Daddy.” You hummed, licking your fingers clean.

You leaned you head towards his and pecked his cheek.

You abruptly felt his wide hands on your waist, and squealed as you were lifted into the air as he stood. He flipped you into a princess hold, before grinning at your shocked expression. “Ready for your punishment, Baby?”

“Oh no… I sure hope it's not rough…” You cooed. And then bent towards his ear and whispered, “just kidding.”

All Might’s ears turned red, and he dashed to his bedroom, with little regard to how much the house shook under his rushing feet. You were pulling off you shirt while still in his grasp, and before he had laid you flat on the bed, he was already covering your chest with kisses.

“I love baby.” He whispered between kisses, “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You couldn't help but laugh when he kissed your stomach, his lips continuing to flutter downwards.

When he reached your jeans, he unbuttoned them with his tongue, and bit the zipper between his teeth, dragging it down to reveal you wet, clothed sex.

You shivered as the air reached it, and you could feel his breath on your skin.

All Might pulled your jeans to your knees, before kissing your hot center through your underwear. You reflexively thrust towards his mouth, and he gave a chuckle.

“Daddy…” You whined, not appreciating being on the other end of the teasing.

“You smell so good.” He replied, his face between your legs, and took another deep breath to enjoy you.

“But that’s enough of that.” All Might yanked at the sides of your underwear, and pulled both them and your jeans to your ankles, which you excitedly kicked off as his crawled over top of you.

He grasped your hips with his large, rough hands, and centered his erection at your entrance. “You ready, Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please!” You yelped excitedly.

“I don't know… I am the symbol of peace. I think punishing my little baby might be against my code…” His grip on your waist loosened, and he leaned down over you, his lips right above yours, and he whispered. “Are you sure you deserve this?”

“Daddy…” You whined, he was really paying you back for the teasing before. You batted your eyes at him, “I need you to punish me… because I've been so bad. I teased Daddy in public today, and I coaxed him away from his fans…” Your hand traveled lower, and your began to softly stroke your sex, “If Daddy doesn't punish me, I don't know what I'll do.” You stared up at him with red cheeks and dewy eyes, and began to gasp as you stroked yourself harder.

You felt All Might’s grasp on your wrist, and then it flew back to the mattress, All Might holding it there tightly. “Okay baby, you've convinced me.” He growled, “Trying to take all the pleasure for yourself. What a spoiled baby you are.”

With one hand on your wrists above your head, and the other on your waist, All Might thrust into you all at once. You let out a gasping scream, as you suddenly felt yourself stretch to fit him, and a strong sensation of fullness.

“T-Toshi!” You stuttered out his name in surprise. “Fuck, Toshi, holy fuck!”

You rolled your hips, still trying to adjust to his surprise, and he thrusted in and out of you with fast, unsteady strokes.

Your head nodded up and down with each thrust of his hips, and you soon found yourself begging for more. “Harder, Daddy!” You cried out, “Fuck me harder!”

He freed your wrists, and both of his hands dug into your hips, pulling you onto him as he thrust into you. You gave out open mouth gasps as he tore you apart from the inside, and you enjoyed every second of it.

Under his grasp, you knew that his fingertips would leave bruises in the morning, but at the moment, you couldn't care. You might even want to show them off.

Afterall, they were the proof that he had chosen you.

All Might’s breathing began to get more ragged, as he continued to smash into you at full force. With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer to nirvana. “Yes, Daddy, yes!” You cried out, “I don't even care if I can stand tomorrow!”

All Might grunted, and shoved his nose into the bend of your neck, letting out scratchy breaths as he tried to hold himself together--just long enough for you to make it first.

His hard thrusts pummelled your sweet spot, and your toes began to curl. “Right there Daddy!” You gasped, “just a little more!”

With one more sharp thrust you felt your orgasm take over and shoot up from your center. Your breath hitched and your mind went white. Tingles flew out to your extremities and you clenched the blankets under your fingers, absentmindedly humping upwards and riding out your high on All Might’s cock.

As your senses returned, you could hear Toshinori’s rasping breaths in your ear, as he buried his head in the mattress beside you. “Fuck baby…” He grunted, “You're so fucking...Uuuhhnn!!” he didn't quite finish his sentence, when he felt you purposely contract around him tighter. You couldn't help but smirk as you watched him writhe.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?” You asked not-so-innocently.

“Yes!” He shouted into the skin on your shoulder, and then bit down on you as he came. You gasped as you felt him pop inside of you and coat your walls. The absolute feeling of fullness pushed against your already sensitive sweet spot and you thought you might just come a second time if he let you.

But Toshinori pulled out and rolled over next to you. You both leaned with your heads against each other’s and basked in your respective afterglows.

You watch his chest rise and fall, until steam began to float off of him, and your lover shrank into his weakened state that you loved just as much.

Once you had caught your breath, you turned and rested your head on his chest, and stared up at him, completely smitten by his red, exhausted face.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” You asked and traced circles over his skin. “Do you forgive me for my teasing?”

Toshinori reached a wide hand under your chin, and tilted your head up to see his soft smile. “Of course, baby.” He whispered to you, before softly capturing your lips. “Besides, I think you enjoyed your punishment.”

You smiled mischievously, before grabbing the corner of a blanket, and throwing it over both of your bare bodies. “Maybe just a little.” you giggled, and then cuddled your head into the crook of his neck for some well earned rest.