#might write the actual smut part when i get a breather from the rest of my writing commitments

[setsailslash]

jayjay(jay) challenge

written for the jayjaychallenge by @fade-works (also for @rogues8 who encouraged this among my near daily shrieking) featuring: fem!jay/ak!jay/rhato!jay because why stop at one or even two jasons when you can have three.

Jay doesn’t like what she sees.

Because all she sees are broken versions of herself eroded down to just pain and revenge, a nasty rusting edge along every seam. Like that is all they could be, like that is all they’ll ever amount to.

She didn’t go through the things that she did and do the things that she does to end up back on that first step. Their Bruce is not her Bryce. Whether their first step is the same as hers, she hasn’t gotten this far just to go back to the start to retrace her steps. She has refused that reality once and she will do it again.

She will not change even for them.

Jay breathes out through her teeth in a long slow seethe, drawing their attention right back to her.

Even when she’s in a room with versions of who is essentially her in this universe and another one if their confusion with each other is any indication at all, she is still the odd one out. Jay knows there is probably a few things that she can read into from that alone but she also knows there are bigger badder issues right here right now that she probably shouldn’t try shooting her way through.

He calls himself Jason, and the other, well, she’ll settle for calling him J for the time being. They are both her, alternate selves and all that.

Universe hopping and falling between alternate realities are nothing new. A run of the mill happenstance. But Jay finds that there are constants that hold true in varying degrees of truthfulness in every single one.

If there is one thing more heartbreaking than the Jason Todd of this universe, of course it would be the Jason Todd of another.

Jay might not like this but she loves that she is not the one at the bottom of the barrel. Rotten apples might not fall far from the tree but hers is hardly the first one to rot to the core.

“So boys,” she starts, peeling back her domino mask to blink her blue-green eyes at theirs, “how’re we gonna do this?”

Jason looks a good mix of caution and concerned. J looks just about ready to throw the first punch. Jay doesn’t blame him.

She tries another way, the way that never works, the one that has her attempting a smile of the genuine kind.

“Stop that.” Jason tells her.

And J follows right after with: “It looks painful.”

“It is.” She answers them both with a grimace that looks no different than her try for a smile. She stops at that because they can talk about trauma, and Jay is sure that there is more than enough of that between the three of them to talk about until their worlds realign themselves to take them home. But really.

She knows herself, and by extension, she knows them too.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Jay tells them, the delivery of her words are mean but the way her mouth curves is deliberate. She confirms their hunch without saying the exact words, gives them an opportunity to say no to what could be delivered in every manner that is both crass and explicit.

Because there is nothing subtle to the way she drops her gaze, down to the holsters pulled taut across Jason’s thighs to drag upwards. Slow and appreciative at the sharp cut of J’s waist coloured in black and gray and red camouflage beneath the extensive armour of his suit. Up and up, across the bright red bat of Red Hood’s chest then over the symbol of the Arkham Knight.

Jay doesn’t smile when she catches the hard swallow at J’s throat or the slow rising flush to Jason’s cheeks. She doesn’t have to.

She sees the way they are looking right back at her.

They know exactly what she means.

[arielxlazarus]

I almost forgot about that fanfic appreciation week, but I wanted to at least do something for it! So here's a rec list for some of my favorite fics in the one piece fandom!

This list is not at all exhaustive btw (there's still loads of other fics in the fandom that I love), so please don't feel bad if you weren't included! Also if anyone wants more recommendations from me, you can check out my bookmarks on my ao3!

Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to set out to sea as an adventurer. His father, unfortunately, dictated that he was to follow the family tradition and become a doctor instead.

Following a lifetime of hurt and sorrow at the hands of his family, he eventually breaks free and takes to the sea alone - determined to keep it that way. Fate has other ideas in store for him; fate crosses his path with Portgas D. Ace's, a brand new pirate.

And what does he hate more than pirates?

Nothing.

Or: from Sixis to the Moby Dick - the lives of the Spade pirates.

First Time by Chromi

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: "Because it is Ace, and it will only ever be Ace, that he wants to see like this, and he wants to be responsible for unravelling him down to his core and loving him to his very center."

In which Ace and Deuce go all the way for the first time.

@chromiwrites

Seabound by AnkhPosts

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace is a selkie, making one of his periodic stops on land to catch a breather and get some ridiculously tasty human food, maybe see some sights if there are any. His pelt is safely hidden, he'll stay a day or two at most and be on his way.

Deuce is a mer, alone on the sea and traveling as he pleases for the first time in his life, and while he might not be terribly interested in actually interacting with humans it's hard not to see them as fascinating.

Ace meets Deuce. Deuce meets Ace. Neither knows the other isn't human.

@ankhposts

Death is only the beginning by Chizyk

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Ankhreshet?” he whipped his head round at the sound of a raspy voice so fast he almost got whiplash. He could feel his body going completely cold as he saw the mummy’s empty eye sockets staring right at him.

@chizyk

I'm Still Here (part of a series) by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace (also Izou/Sabo later in the series)

Summary: "When I do die, don't bother burying me in that empty grave. Put my body in a boat and set me out to sea. Let me sleep eternal on the ocean that my father loved so much; because before everything else in this world, I am a child of the sea, and when I die, I want to return to it. Put me in a boat and set it aflame so I can go down in the same fire I lived."

Forget-Me-Not Fall by theprodigypenguin

Rating: M

Pairing: Izou/Sabo

Summary: “Most of the nobles I’ve met tonight look meticulously put together. They look like they were built to portray a certain image paralleled a hundred times over. People who were copied and pasted. Flawless clothes, flawless faces, flawless makeup, flawless hair.”

“Not me though,” Sabo stated, and Izou hummed.

“It’s comforting.”

“Huh?”

Izou met Sabo’s eye. “Everyone else in this place hides their worst attributes with a mask they modified to fit their faces. They don’t seem to comprehend that those perfect masks only make their worst characteristics more pronounced and defined.” His expression was terribly gentle as his eyes wandered across Sabo’s face. “It’s comforting to be approached by someone not trying to be something else.”

Sabo tilted his head. “How do you know I’m not manipulating you like some common Goa aristocrat?”

Izou smiled. “There are a few reasons.”

@theprodigypenguin

A Light To Guide You Home by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In a world that despises mutants, Ace lives purely to protect his little brother.

Until the flames inside him find their perfect match and opposite, and he doesn't know what to feel anymore.

The Phoenix's Mate by TheSkyIsMyHome

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Marco is a handsome man. Ace really can't be blamed for being attracted to him. Nobody minds, either.

But Marco isn't always a man. Ace still loves him regardless, and his sexual urges are catching up to that fact.

Marco indulges him, but he might just find himself enjoying it more than he thought he would.

@evvazi

ASL in Red (series) by Kereea

Rating: G-T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law (both asexual), Koala/Sabo, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Benn Beckman, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Aokiji | Kuzan, Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, and several other minor ones

Summary: In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.

The Grand Line would never know what hit it.

Mates (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Deuce just wanted to go searching for plants! A nice walk in the woods. Except, he ends up becoming the mate to a very persistent naga

His First Mate The Mermaid (part of a series) by Deubatty

Rating: T

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Instead of finding another person on Sixis, Ace finds a mermaid

@masked-writer

Being Human by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E (no smut)

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between Marco, Whitebeard, and the rest of the crew as they form)

Summary: The line that differentiates human from object appears to be clear, but sometimes it blurs to the point where it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The Unknown Devil by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace hadn’t expected his last week of imprisonment before his execution to be any different from all the years preceding it. Then again, he hadn’t expected to have Marco the Phoenix as a cellmate for that week, or that Marco’s presence would shake his bleak world so much.

Ripple Effect by MaiKusakabe

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: After the incident with Shanks, Garp didn't take Luffy to Dadan's, unaware of how much that would change the life of his other grandson.

@maisstories

To Build a Home by endlessblankpages

Rating: G

Pairing: None (heavy focus on the platonic relationships between the ASL bros and the Whitebeard Pirates)

Summary: The ASL pirates are used to being accused of crimes they didn't commit. But when they're accused of destroying a small village in the New World, it sends them hurtling toward a deadly confrontation with the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard. The results are not what they were expecting.

Persistence & The Impossible (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: In order to keep himself from losing his job, Ace takes on an impossible story. Get an interview with the ever-elusive Phoenix. Guess he might as well kiss his job goodbye.

Self Discovery (part of a series) by dragonsfall

Rating: E

Pairing: Izou/Sabo (sort of, it's technically masturbation)

Summary: Sabo has been waiting for a day like this for a while but it doesn’t go quite how he planned it.

@clockworkpanic

A Breach of Intention by Depths

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It was unspoken, but some pirate crews and mermaids had an unspoken solidarity. Pirates throw their enemies overboard, and the merfolk will take care of them.

mer!ace au

@leviathiane

Running on All Sixes by lunarshores

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Izou/Thatch

Summary: The Whitebeard gang might be one of the most influential in the city, but to Marco they're just his family. Though he sometimes wishes they'd just leave him alone, especially when Izo's playing matchmaker, and Ace is his usual oblivious self. When a brother betrays them, they'll have to fight to show why no one ever messes with their family.

nothing is impossible with you by lunarshores

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Five times Ace and Marco accidentally mixed their flames on accident and one time that was entirely on purpose.

@lunarshores

I Want You to Look at Me by shockandlock

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: One night, Marco is missing from dinner, so Ace decides to bring dinner to him. He's surprised to see Marco wearing glasses and now he can't stop thinking about the way he looks. Now with additional chapter(s) including more miscellaneous MarcoAce PWP!

To My Dear Fire (part of a series) by shockandlock

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Living in the city is a new thing for Ace. After being raised near a cozy coastal mountain town through his childhood, it's definitely a change of pace, but it doesn't help when he loses his new job after an unfortunate encounter with actor Marco Newgate. He just wants to live-- and meet his long time pen pal, Phoenix.

Marco knows that being an actor is hard, so he takes the little things when he can: writing his pen pal (and honestly one of his best friends) Fire Fist, flirting with the cute new waiter at his favorite café-- not that he has a chance after a disaster on social media. But maybe fate really does give him a second chance when Ace shows up at Four Emperor Studios...

@shockandlock

Uncharted Territory by silverwolf_fox

Rating: E

Pairing: Masked Deuce/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: This was by far one of Ace's most ridiculous ideas.

When Deuce keeps getting flustered everytime he tries to dominate Ace, they created an opportunity where he didn't have to be afraid of messing up.

Now he's free to do and try whatever he wants...

...so long as Ace doesn't wake up.

Watching the Sunrise (part of a series) by silverwolf_fox

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Many years have passed since Rouge gave up her life for her son’s...except she didn’t die, but she thinks Ace did. Living her life on Baterilla, she’s mourned each and every day until the morning she receives his bounty poster. She sets off immediately to find him, but finds their meeting isn’t as easy as she’d imagined.

@the-devil-fruit-tree

never shall i forget, how you climbed out of a dream by siojo

Rating: T

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: “Kaido,” Ace smirks, flames burning around his feet as he shifts in preparation for Kaido’s next attack, already trying to decide what he’s going to do in response. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve seemed to have been enjoying yourself here.”

“I thought you would be smarter than this, Portgas. You’ve never tried to fight another Yonko before, your bounty won’t matter much when you lose.”

Ace barks a laugh, his teeth bared in a facsimile of a grin, “You must have missed out on the brawl I had with Big Mom after she sent two of her daughters and a son for me to consider marrying. This is a bit more personal than that.”

@wordsdrippinginink

Reborn in Fire by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Fireman Marco has earned the nickname 'the Phoenix' by saving numerous people from a certain death. After an accident however, he has to relearn to walk and gets a new job as arson inspector at a different fire station. There he gets confronted with a boy from his past, now all grown up and gorgeous.

Three's a Crowd, Four's a Double Date by aerle

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace (main), Izou/Thatch (secondary)

Summary: "We're not dating," Marco said definitively. "That we're sharing a bed tonight is a total coincidence."

@aerle

Universal Dive by EmpressKira

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace had been making his way through the city to go to one of his favorite cafes. Well, that was until this hole ripped in the sky and some pirate fell out with the flaming bird guy following. Getting targeted, he is dragged into a different world with pirates and everything defying the reality he is used to. Will he make it home? Will he go back when the time comes?

@empresskira

Blue moon (series) by de_Winter

Rating: T-M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Urban fantasy AU, werewolf Marco and witch Ace

Red Velvet by de_Winter

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: Ace already knew their routine by heart, just from observing them for a couple of mornings when he had early delivery, and from Izou’s daily long winded—and probably sexually frustrated—rants. Big Blond would come out of the bakery wearing a shirt too tight for him and too thin for the weather as soon as he was done setting up the tables inside the storefront, holding a take out cup and a small box in his big hands. They looked really, pleasantly big from where Ace was standing, and he honestly wished he wasn't standing that far away.

@dee-de-winter

We'll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace, minor Gol D. Roger/Portgas D. Rouge

Summary: Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should've listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he'd figure it out sooner.

Gratitude of the Phoenix (part of a series) by JuHuaTai

Rating: M

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: [Based on 'The Crane Wife' Folklore]

One day, he saved a bird from freezing to death in a trap. Then, a stranger saved him from suffering the same fate, and a request to stay for one night turned into having someone to fill the void left in the small cottage and in his heart ever since his brothers left.

These two incident doesn’t seem to be related to one another, but they both changed Ace’s life in ways he could never have imagined.

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) by stereden

Rating: T

Pairing: None (heavy focus on Buggy, Shanks, and Crocus)

Summary: The Roger Pirates disappeared after their Captain's death, and were happy enough to let the Marines forget about them.

Until the Marines decide to execute their Captain's son, that is.

@stereden

This Bites! by Xomniac

Rating: M

Pairing: None (heavy focus on a main character oc and the strawhat pirates)

Summary: Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.

A Fortune that Never Grows Old by imperialmint

Rating: E

Pairing: Marco the Phoenix/Portgas D. Ace

Summary: It's one thing to get butterflies in your stomach when you seen an attractive person but it's another thing entirely for Marco to want to stomp out a courtship ritual and lay foundations for a nest when he meets the navy's new (hot) secret weapon.

@imperialmint

Most of the authors on this list have many other excellent one piece fics I'd definitely suggest checking out! Enjoy your reading and try to show them all some love if you can!

[everstarry]

veiled

words: 2029

summary: Din meets a dancer.

warnings: touchstarved!mando, lap dances, technically over the clothes sex ?? also, swearing

notes: this is my first time writing any kind of smut (or something that is even remotely steamy) so that’s a warning in on itself.

It’s almost as if the stars were looking down on him.

He can feel their kaleidoscopic glare as it penetrates his armor—no, his very skin even. It was almost as if those celestial bodies that hung in the night sky knew exactly what he was doing, where he was going. The bounty hunter couldn’t escape their shame filled stare as he sunk further and further into himself, mimicking collapsing stars and long-forgotten societies.

A hard slap to his back made him straighten, muscles slowly loosening, as they approached the rundown establishment. “Don’t be so tense, Mando,” Cara grinned, eyes twinkling with something he had never seen in the woman before. 

“Never done this before,” Din nearly wheezed out, his armor had never felt as heavy as it did now. The weight of his way of life never more apparent.

“I find that extremely hard to believe,” his friend rolled her eyes. “I know for a fact that you’ve caught a bounty here,” she corrected. 

“That’s different,” he protested because it was different. “That was just for business.”

“And this is just for pleasure,” she teased as they stepped inside the club. The air seemed different from outside, almost as if this place had an atmosphere of its own. 

The stars were gone but he felt other eyes burn into him, curious stares from both occupants and dancers as Cara guided him through. He felt like he was going to suffocate, crumple to the dirty floor before he could help himself. His cheeks flush, and his heart pounds, and he can’t help but avert his eyes when a dancer brushes past him. Yet, the glimpse of flushed sparkly skin seems imprinted on the back of his eyelids and he can’t get away from it. The Mandalorian’s knees feel weak—threaten to actually buckle—as he continues the walk to the dimly lit corner.

He sags into a chair, breath coming out shaky from the modulator. Din’s skin pricks beneath all his layers as he tries to chill the fuck out. Cara is grinning at him from her spot next to him. “I’m going to be sick,” he barely manages to get out past his clipped and uneven breaths. 

“You’re not,” she promises, barely looking at him as she searched the room for something. “Besides, if you get sick it’ll just go everywhere in your helmet.” The horrid image is enough for the Mandalorian to try to calm his breathing. He was a grown man, a grown bounty hunter at that. He could handle a club, handle even the tempting visions of exotic dancers. He had handled much worse before. 

“Right,” he nodded, scanning the room before he could help himself. Din’s embarrassed to admit that he’s not looking for a girl, but rather an exit. Mind already concocting an escape if he needed one. A habit that had been instilled into him when he was much younger than he was now.

“Can you not act like I’m physically torturing you,” Cara scoffed. “This is supposed to be fun!” A playful shove of his arm made him nearly bump into a patron who was leaving with a giggling dancer. The Mandalorian cleared his throat uncomfortably, feeling a faint heat coming from under his helmet as he flushed.

“I can’t drink,” he pointed out. The other issue that he wanted to bring attention to was the fact that he was covered in armor and couldn’t take any of it off to enjoy himself. Din decided to keep the sentiment unsaid, hanging in the silence of barely-there breaths, he knew Cara would catch on eventually.  

“I’ll just have to drink for the both of us,” Cara stood from her chair brushing her hands on her pants. “Be back in a bit,” she promised with a wink and was gone before the Mandalorian could protest. 

Din sighed at her absence, eyes traveling the room again. The initial shock of having an armor-clad bounty hunter enter the club seemed to have worn off. The patrons of the seedy place had gone back to what he supposed they were originally doing before he arrived. There was drinking and loud conversation barely being drowned out by the music, the dancers weaved in and out of the crowds finding new customers. He was so caught up in studying his surroundings he hadn’t noticed your approach. 

You’re sitting in the spot Cara had been not moments before. He’s taken back by the brightness in your eyes and the gentle curve of your lips. You’re seraphic, a creature so exquisite that the minuscule longing he felt before suddenly explodes. He momentarily thinks that the stars would be envious of the light in your eyes. Din is so caught up with comparing you to the skies that he almost misses your question. “Was that your girlfriend?” 

The Mandalorian loses all his breath at the sweet sound of your voice, you lean close to him to make sure your voice carries over the chaos around you. He looks down at your chest as you do so. He nearly chokes at the sight that greets him.

Your veiled outfit leaves nothing to the imagination. You’re both covered and completely exposed at the same time, and Din feels like he’s losing his mind. Reality and time slip through his very fingertips as he tries to memorize the sight of you, someone who wasn’t really his to have in the first place.

“Well?” you tease, bringing the tips of your finger down gently on his shoulder, tracing the Beskar that rests there. He nearly jumps out of his goddamn skin because he swore a sort of electricity worked its way through his system. It doesn’t make any sense because you’re not even really touching him yet he feels so much, too much. 

“No,” he manages to spit out, body almost on autopilot like some part of him knew he needed to respond to your question. The modulator hides the awe that somehow seeped into his voice. The smile that graces your features makes his heart nearly stop.

“I’m glad.” You shift until you're in his lap, chest to chest, and he exhales quietly. Your arms drape languidly behind his neck, effortlessly caging him to you. He can feel the breath hitch in his throat as he looks at you. “That means she wouldn’t mind if I…” You roll your hips down, creating a sort of delicious friction for you both. You give him a second to relax, seeming to realize that he needs a fucking breather. When he nods you move slower, teasing him into a sort of heated comfort so he finds himself craving your next movements.

The Mandalorian feels like he’s on fire. 

Something burns through his every capillary. The heat that blazes under his skin feels almost foreign to him. He can’t think of anything but you, hands coming down to grip your waist, pressing down to feel more of you through the cloth that covers his groin. Din doesn’t know if he’s being too rough but he can’t seem to stop himself. You let him, teeth sinking into the plush skin of your bottom lip as a soft sound escapes you. “How much?” he croaks, voice dripping with need. The Mandalorian doesn’t want you to stop. He doesn’t care how expensive you might be, he just knows he needs this. It’s been so long. 

“Enjoy it,” you urge, hips circling him in a way that makes his breathing stutter. “Price after.” Your coy smile makes the inferno inside him roar. There’s something so captivating about your eyes and the embers they hold. Their mesmeric color drenched in both longing and desire and he can’t seem to look away. He’s fucking throbbing as you drag your core against him.

You lean back to grind into him, eyes focus on his lap and his growing arousal. There’s something about the expert way you move against him that makes him ache. It takes every ounce of self-control to not rip the sheer pink slip that clings to your body so sinfully and just take you on the floor. The Mandalorian lets you rock against him, imagines he can feel the puffs of air that leave your parted lips on his face as you lean your forehead against his helmet. Your fingers grasp onto his shoulder, nails digging into the spots where his undershirt doesn’t meet Beskar for any purchase. Din actually groans, jerking into you as he tries the impossible feat of burying himself inside your clothed heat.

He doesn’t care if someone’s watching your performance or that he’s getting off to a simple lap dance. There’s this throbbing need inside of him that doesn’t seem to relent. He’s getting higher— winding up tighter—as he tries to roll his hips into yours. He’s so frustrated that he can’t really feel you, he wants to cry.

The tight circles that you draw in his lap seem to stimulate you just as much as they do him and he feels like he’s melting when the sounds you softly make reach his ears. His hands grip your hips to get you to still as he tries to catch his breath. “I’m gonna…” he can’t finish, too embarrassed to admit to someone as heavenly as you, that he’s about to cum in his pants like some inexperienced kid. 

Your big eyes blink at him, once then twice, before it seems to click for you. A curious tilt of your head is all the warning he gets before you continue grinding into the obvious bulge in his pants, slow at first to get the pressure just right. A strangled gasp leaves his lips but that only seems to spur you on. Lifting your hips faster and bringing them down harder, giving yourself a moment to linger, mimicking the act of love without truly committing to it.

Your hand rests on his shoulders as you basically ride him through his clothes. His eyes want to shut but he fights to keep them open, trying to focus on the erotic image that you’ve painted for him. He isn’t sure if it's the low lighting or his own thoughts projecting onto you but to him, you look like you’re blushing. “It’s okay,” you nod, sounding so wanton and so breathless that he nearly whines.

He can feel a sort of a shame ignite in him, the fact that he was going to cum in his pants was mortifying. “I can’t,” Din shakes his head, chest constricting, jaw clenching. He’s shaking as he digs his fingers into your hips. 

“You can. Please let go for me.” Your smile is so serene, and the sight of you bouncing on his lap and smiling so sweetly at him makes the heat finally devour him whole. It’s incredible, nearly indescribable. The pleasurable fire rolls over him, waves that threaten to drown him in you but he lets it wash him away. You slow to a stop in his lap, letting him twitch and hold you as he came down from his first orgasm in months. He catches his breath as you trace the Beskar that adorns his chest. 

He feels sticky and gross, crotch uncomfortably damp. “How much?” Din asks, chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks at you. 

Your eyes lock with his and for a frightening moment, he wonders if you can see through his visor. “Get me out of here.” Your voice sounds quiet and broken as if you were too scared to even mutter the five words aloud. Helplessness fractures the color of your irises as a whispered plea reaches his ears. He realizes you’re begging him, he notices the way you subtly shake against him and something breaks inside of him at that.

It’s sobering, and Din suddenly feels immensely guilty.

He wants to push you off his lap so you don’t have to continue to feel the aftermath of his lust but you cling to him. Tears slowly gather in your eyes as you take his silence as a refusal. “Okay,” he nods and that seems to freeze you, eyes widening slightly at his response. “I’ll get you out of here.”

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[dragon-temeraire]

Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee -- this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!

When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

Because sitting a few rows away, staring at the guy who’d asked with a look of confusion, is none other than—well, Stiles doesn’t know his real name, but. It’s definitely D.H. Wolfe, Stiles’ absolute favorite porn star.

Hell, he’d just watched Wolfe’s four-way farewell video just last night. (It’d been posted up on Guy On Guy for more than a month, but he’d been saving it for when he needed it the most.)

But even though his brain is still frozen in shock, his mouth manages to work. “No, he’s not. I know I look young, but I’m your professor,” he manages to say coolly, but his eyes are still caught on the edge of Wolfe’s perfect jaw.

His stubble looks even better in person, and Stiles just manages to keep himself from licking his lips.

Professional.

He has to be professional, he reminds himself, and drags his gaze back down to his watch. The lecture hall is still only half full, so he’s surprised to see that there’s only three minutes left.

But this is a freshman-level class, so it’s likely that a lot of them are lost, and will be straggling in late. It’s the downside of teaching electives with no pre-requisites, but he doesn’t really mind.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out again. Only two more minutes, and he can start talking, and stop thinking about Wolfe. Who looks every bit the prepared student, sitting attentively with his notebook and pens already out in front of him.

He looks up and catches the eye of the student he corrected, giving him a reassuring smile. He’s never tried to be one of those intimidating professors, and he’s certainly not going to start now.

He grabs up the stack of syllabi and starts handing them out as the stragglers come sneaking in. Being late is its own punishment, because it means they’re stuck sitting right up front. Stiles just smirks and keeps handing out papers.

“Okay, everybody. This is Intro to Human Sexuality. Check your schedule, make sure you’re in the right place,” he says, leaning back against his desk. “As I’m sure you’ve realized, today is syllabus day, so we’ll be discussing class policies, and my best recommendations for how you’re going to make an A this semester.”

He’s glad he’s taught this class often enough that he can do most of the intro on autopilot, because the rest of his mind is still churning over the whole porn star thing.

He answers a few questions about tests and extra credit, recommends that they start reading the first chapter of their textbook, then dismisses them and jets out of there.

He definitely needs a breather.

 *

 Stiles is at least prepared for the sight of Wolfe this time, so he does fare a little better.

Though in his effort to not stare, he ends up avoiding even looking at the area of the class Wolfe’s sitting in. He only glances over if he sees someone raise their hand, and even then, he tries not to linger.

He goes off tangent a couple times, gets a little more tongue-tied than usual, but he makes it through the lecture okay. And he’s managing not to be a creepy weirdo, so that’s always a plus.

When class is over, he sits down at the desk, jotting down where they left off, and making notes of some other topics he wants to discuss. He’s distantly aware of the silence of the empty lecture hall, so he’s a little startled when someone starts talking to him.

“Excuse me, Professor,” Wolfe says, and Stiles lets his gaze flit over the rest of the room before giving him his attention.

Sure enough, there aren’t any other students left. Well, at least the door is still open.

“Is it going to be a problem?” Wolfe asks, and the question throws Stiles for a loop, because it’s not accusatory at all. Just curious, maybe a little concerned.

“Is what going to be a problem?” he asks, eyes fixed on Wolfe’s serious face.

“I just—it seemed like you recognized me, on the first day,” he says. “I didn’t know if it would be a problem, you knowing who I am.”

“Oh. I did recognize you, yes. But here’s the thing,” Stiles says, smiling a little in spite of himself. “I don’t actually know who you are. All I know is what you used to do. In fact, I don’t even know your real name.”

“It’s Derek,” he says. “Derek Hale.”

“Well, Derek,” Stiles says. “It’s not going to be a problem for me. But is it going to bother you that I know? I can transfer you to Professor Reyes’ class, if you want.”

“No, it’s fine,” Derek says with a small smile of his own. “I like your class.”

It’s only been two days, Stiles almost says, but it’s not like he’s trying to drive Derek out of his class. He figures if he just gives it another week or two, he’ll get desensitized to Derek’s incredible good looks, and he’ll be just fine. Hopefully.

“I assume you’ve read the syllabus,” Stiles says, eyebrow raised. “You know we’re doing a section on the influence of pornography on sexual norms and behaviors, right?”

“I’m looking forward to that part the most,” Derek says with a bright grin, and Stiles abruptly thinks he might not make it through this semester after all.

 *

 Stiles doesn’t jerk off every night, not usually. And he definitely can’t when the semester is in full swing, and he’s got hundreds of essays to grade.

But his subscription to Guy On Guy is not exactly cheap, so he likes to log on every day anyway, just so he can feel like he gets his money’s worth. The site is always posting up new material, and he’ll sometimes just watch performer interviews, or flip through the photo galleries.

But feels weird to watch any of Wolfe’s videos, now that Stiles knows his real name, and now that he’s a student in his class. He just can’t do it.

This is early in the semester, though. It’s his prime jerking off time, and he’s gotta take advantage of it. His mouse hovers over one of Wolfe’s shower scenes, and he deliberates for a long moment.

But one of the best parts of Guy On Guy is their wide range of performers, and he instead clicks over to one of his other favorites, Boy-D. (“He’s got the D, and you want it.”) He opens up one of his new videos, and watches Boy-D lift another guy up and pin him against the wall, dragging his cock teasingly against his ass.

Yeah, Stiles thinks, already unbuttoning his pants. This’ll do.

 *

 “All right, everybody,” Stiles says cheerfully. “Get out a piece of paper, we’re doing a quiz.” He lets the dramatic groans die down, then says, “I’m just grading on participation, so make sure you write something down, even if you’re not sure it’s right.”

He looks around the room, catches a few nods of acknowledgement, then waits for the rustling of spirals and notepads to die down.

“Okay, I want you to define these three things: sexual attraction, romantic attraction, and aesthetic attraction. Remember, this is just participation, so make sure to put down what you think.” He watches pens and pencils scribble across the paper, expressions of concentration or confusion on a lot of the faces he sees.

“Everyone done?” he asks, when it’s been a few minutes. “Well, since I’m going to read through all of these anyway, I might as well make it worth my while. At the bottom of the paper, write down a few questions you’d like to have answered in this class. Put at least one, okay? It can just be something you were hoping to learn by taking this class.”

He’d gotten a ton of questions last semester, and though several of them hadn’t been relevant (Are you single? What’s your real first name? How old are you?), he’d answered them all anyway. It had been pretty fun, honestly.

“Okay, pass them in,” he says, when everyone starts to look around restlessly. He gathers all the papers into a big pile, sets them on the corner of his desk. “So, I asked you about those types of attraction, because a person’s experience with one or more of them helps them determine their own orientation,” he says, and tries not to think about the fact that he experiences all three every time he looks at Derek.

 *

 “Before I forget,” Stiles says the next class period. “Isaac, your TA, is running a study session in the library tomorrow night. So if you’re having some trouble with any of the concepts we’ve been covering, you should definitely go.”

Isaac is a great assistant, and Stiles likes him because he has a similar brand of sharp wit and sarcasm. He also thinks Isaac is perfect for this course, because his incredible cheekbones and beautiful blue eyes tend to make a lot of people question their sexualities.

Sometimes Stiles shows up to that first session, just so he can watch a good portion of the class try not to stare. Sometimes Isaac will feel like playing it up, and he’ll slowly, sensually unwind the scarf from around his neck as he talks, and several people will abruptly gulp down water and refuse to look up from their textbooks for a while.

It’s honestly one of Stiles’ favorite things.

 *

 “Here, this is a good informational source,” Stiles says, quickly scribbling down a website and handing it to Marie. “It should help you understand some of the terms involved in gender identity.”

Marie thanks him and hurries out the door, and Stiles looks over to see who’s next. He smiles when he sees that it’s Derek, who stays after class to ask questions pretty regularly. He’s the last one in line, so Stiles gestures to the chair by the desk.

“What’s up?” he asks, watching Derek set his bag down and take a seat.

“I just wanted to ask you more about the lecture you covered today,” Derek says. “You mentioned that both gender and sexuality could be fluid, but that the fluidity of sexuality was based partially in gender. But I’m not really sure what you meant by that,” he says, sounding apologetic.

“Well, that’s due mainly to how sexuality is defined,” Stiles says. “Because it’s not just who you’re into, but also who you are. So how you view your gender can change your sexuality, because it’s from your perspective.”

Derek still looks confused, so Stiles taps the desk for a moment, thinking.

“Let me give you an example,” he says. “Say that you’re a guy, and you’re exclusively into other guys. What would you consider yourself?”

“Gay,” Derek says promptly.

“Probably,” Stiles agrees, nodding. “But what if you began to identify as a woman, and you were still only into guys. What would you consider yourself then?”

“Uh, straight?” Derek says, clearly uncertain.

“Maybe,” Stiles says. “Depends on how they want to define themselves. And what if someone identified as non-binary or agender?”

“I’m not sur—” Derek begins.

“I don’t actually need an answer,” Stiles says, smiling. “I just want you to consider it. Consider how societal perception of your gender can change how favorably people view your sexuality.”

Derek nods, asks another question, and then another. They talk for more than twenty minutes, until Stiles remembers that he has another class to get to.

 *

 Derek gets an excellent score on his midterm, one of the best in the class.

His personal essay on his own view of sexuality is also wonderful. And Stiles knows that’s really his objective opinion, because he always covers up the name before he grades any papers.

And he’s very tempted to go back and just read Derek’s essay again, when he gets to one that was obviously written by one of the frat boys in his class. It’s so heavily laden with heterosexual affirmation that it makes Stiles want to hit his head against the desk. It’s only a one-page paper, but Frat Boy still manages to mention his love of having sex with women twenty-six times.

He really, really wants to give him an F, but reviews his rubric and realizes that his required outline was…somewhat followed. With a dejected sigh, he writes a large C at the top.

He’s hesitant to grab the next essay, because his brain hurts now. But then he remembers how fun it is to personally hand these back and witness everyone’s expressions of fear, and he starts to smile.

 *

 “We’ve reached the lecture everyone’s been waiting for,” Stiles says with a smirk, looking up at the rows of students. “But no, I’m not going to give you any kind of porn-watching homework.”

He waits for the dramatically disappointed sighs to subside, trying not to laugh. Inevitably, someone ends up asking if they need to watch some porn, you know, for science, so he figured he’d just end that line of questioning ahead of time.

“Yeah, you’re not going to get an excuse to watch pornography from me, sorry,” he says, grinning. “Now. Who can tell me an influence that porn has had on our society in general?”

There’s a long, drawn-out silence, then somebody says, “Um, body hair standards?”

“Yes, that’s a big one!” Stiles says, nodding. “Porn has definitely altered the overall view of body hair, especially on women. It makes the implication that sexual, attractive women have no hair on their bodies at all, and that being hairless is actually desirable.” He watches as everyone hurriedly writes notes. “Okay, another one?”

Someone blurts, “Body types?” as someone else yells, “Dick size!”

“Okay,” Stiles says, amused. “Yes, mainstream porn typically only features a couple of body types, and they are rarely representative of the body types of the average person. And yes,” he says with a little sigh. “Penis size in porn is also rarely representative, as it tends to feature people of above-average endowment. Which, especially combined with the body-type issue, can lead to some insecurity. Though there has been a trend lately to use performers with more typical penises, which is probably better for everyone,” he says, trying to play it cool, and not think about the fact that he knows what Derek’s cock looks like. Oh god.

He’s been doing well all semester, regularly looking over at Derek’s part of the lecture hall, but he can’t manage to do it today. He really doesn’t need to know what his reaction to any of this is.

“Next?” he says quickly.

“Like, sexual roles or dynamics, or something?” a girl in the front row says, and Stiles breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Yes,” he says. “In straight porn, women are typically portrayed as passive sexual objects for men to stick their dicks in. And in gay porn, the big muscular guy is inevitably going to be fucking the smaller, leaner guy. And it sort of sets up these false expectations for the viewers, and if seen enough times, can be normalized. Some people go into their first sexual experience expecting it to be like porn. I’m sure you can see why this might be harmful,” he says, looking around the room. If they learn nothing else in this class, he wants them to at least know that porn is incredibly unrealistic. “Okay, another one?”

There’s some shuffling of papers, and Stiles thinks maybe everyone’s too embarrassed now, but then someone way in the back says, “Professor Stilinski, do you watch porn?”

Normally he wouldn’t answer that, but it was one of the questions he got back from the quiz, and since he hasn’t gotten them all answered yet…

“I do,” he says, leaning back casually against the desk. “I like porn, but that doesn’t mean I like all porn. I do have standards. Now, I’m not going to give you any recommendations, but I will give you a little advice. With porn, you definitely get what you pay for. If you want to find something you’re really into, with performers who actually like what they’re doing, you’re going to have to pay for it. Okay? Everybody got that?” He grins, looking around the room at all the surprised faces. “Also, it should be clear to everyone that most of the people in this room have watched porn. It’s not that wild of a thing. Now, anybody feeling brave enough to give me another example of an influence?”

He laughs when a bunch of hands shoot up.

 *

 Stiles sets the stack of final exams on the desk, watching as the students quietly file into the lecture hall. Isaac comes in a few minutes later, smiling a little, and Stiles knows he’s relieved the semester is almost over. Erica’s TA has been sick for the past few weeks, so Isaac has been busy helping her out, too.

Stiles is a little more ambivalent about it. While he’s happy he’s going to get a break soon, he’s always a little sad when one of his classes is over. Especially because he had so many good students this time around.

He gives Isaac half the stack of tests, and they start handing them out, though Stiles has to stop and remind a few students to take off their baseball caps. He comes around with the scantrons next, and then takes a couple of slow laps around the room. No one looks too freaked out, so he’s hoping he won’t have any failures this semester.

Isaac’s stationed himself in the back of the lecture hall. He’s supposed to be here to help Stiles proctor, but Stiles is going to let him leave soon. He knows Isaac has his own exams to study for.

Derek is, unsurprisingly, one of the first people to finish. Stiles gives him a little smile when he hands in his test, but in the dead silence of the classroom, he doesn’t feel like he can say anything to him. Derek gives him a nod and a smile in return, and then he’s out the door.

Stiles watches him go, then sighs and takes another lap around the room, silently shooing Isaac out with a wink. The lecture hall suddenly seems a lot more boring, and Stiles heads back to the front of the room, hopping up to sit on top of the desk. He scans the room, and tries not to think about missed opportunities.

It’s a relief when the last person finally turns in their test.

He shuffles all the stacks into a neat pile and puts them in his rolling bag. He glances at his watch as he wheels out the door, and grins to himself, because he still has time to drop the scantrons off at the testing center.

But he’s shocked when he looks up and finds Derek waiting in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall. It’s certainly not a bad surprise, though.

“Hey, Derek,” he says cheerfully, and smiles when Derek falls into step with him. “The final grades should be posted by tomorrow afternoon, at the latest,” he adds reassuringly.

“I know,” Derek says quickly. “I actually just wanted to ask you, um. I know you’re not holding your usual office hours during finals week, but I was wondering if there was a time I could come talk to you? After the grades are posted?”

“Sure,” Stiles says, wondering if Derek wants to apply for the TA position. He’d be an excellent candidate. “I’m not having office hours, but I will be in my office when I’m not giving exams,” he says wryly. “My door will be closed, though, so just knock.”

“Okay,” Derek says seriously, nodding. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

Stiles sort of hopes Derek will keep walking with him all the way to the testing center, but instead he just gives a little wave and heads off through the quad.

Stiles very resolutely does not watch him go.

 *

 There’s a tentative knock on his door late in the morning, and Stiles is more than happy to look up from the research proposal he’s reviewing. As he expected, it’s Derek waiting out in the hall, looking just a little bit nervous.

“I’m guessing you’re not here to talk about your exam grade,” Stiles says, smirking, because Derek’s score was near-perfect. And he doesn’t see an application in Derek’s hand, either.

“Um, no,” Derek says, stepping inside and hovering near one of the chairs.

He seems to be at a loss after that though, so Stiles asks, “Are you in any of my classes next semester?”

“No,” Derek says.

“Not even my Sociology class?” Stiles asks curioulsy as he walks back around his desk. That class is strangely popular, but he’s pretty sure it has less to do with his teaching, and more to do with the fact that he doesn’t require any essays.

Derek shakes his head, and he looks kind of…flustered?

“Well, this might be the last time you see me, then,” Stiles jokes. It’s a big campus, his likelihood of running into Derek is pretty low.

“I hope not,” Derek blurts. “I actually came here because I wanted to ask you out,” he says in a nervous rush.

Stiles blinks at him for a moment, startled, then mutters, “If you’re not in any of my classes…” to himself.

Derek must obviously catch it though, because he flushes. “I, um. I read the university’s code of conduct for professors. I purposely didn’t register for your classes, so I could ask you on a date.” He clears his throat. “Would you like to go to lunch with me?”

Stiles grins. “That’s good, because as much as I like you, I really like my job, too.” Derek just stares at him expectantly, and it takes him a moment to figure out why. “Oh! The answer is yes, by the way.”

Derek actually beams at him. “Are you free this afternoon?”

“Um, yeah,” Stiles says, because he’s got nothing urgent going on today. “Can’t wait.”

“I have to warn you,” Derek says, still smiling, “that I’m probably not as interesting as my former employment might imply.”

Stiles is not deterred in the slightest. “Looks like I’ll get to find out,” he says, grinning.

 *

 They end up going for coffee, and Stiles is unsurprised at finding that Derek is just as interesting as he thought he’d be. It’s nice, being able to get to know him as a person, rather than a student. It’s a relief to let that professional distance go.

It goes great. Stiles learns a lot of things about Derek, including his love of pastries and very creamy coffee. But the most important thing he learns is that he really, really wants to have a second date.

It seems like Derek does, too.

He takes Stiles’ hand as they walk out to the parking lot, gives him a bright smile. “I’m sorry if this disappoints you, but I don’t have sex on the first date,” he says, but then he pushes Stiles up against his jeep and kisses him hard and fierce, and Stiles isn’t disappointed at all.