#owen power fics

[uluvjay]

Post game celebrations- O. Power

Owen power x fem! Reader

In which you make sure Owen properly celebrates once he gets home

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION), oral(m receiving), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, porn with a small plot

“Baby?” Owen called as he stepped into your shared apartment.

“Living room!” You called out the the boy.

He walked in to find you seated on the couch, one of his shirts covering your frame.

“You did so good tonight” you smiled up at him, grabbing his hand to pull him down next to you on the couch.

You sadly hadn’t been able to attend the game due to work but had gotten home just in time to watch him score the game winning goal.

“Thank you” he blushed, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

Owen had meant for it to be a sweet ‘I missed you today’ kiss but he could help the groan that escaped him when your hands pushed him back into the soft cushions and your thighs slotted over his.

“M’ so proud of you O” you whispered, lips beginning a trail down his throat.

However you were stopped by the collar of his dress shirt, “is it okay if I take this off?” You breathed into his ear.

“Mhm” he quickly nodded.

A smirk broke out on your face as your fingers began to work open the expensive shirt, fingers moving slowly taking your sweat time with each button.

“So pretty” you praised as your lips pressed against the now exposed skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man below you.

You continued your way down his body, lips pressing against the pale skin of his abdomen as you slowly sunk to the floor between his spread legs.

“Baby you don’t have to” he spoke

“I want to, you deserve it Owen” you replied to the boy before your hands made their way to his belt, fingers hastily working to get it undone.

“Shit” he breathed as you freed his aching cock from the confinement of his boxers.

A deep moan broke from Owen’s throat at the feeling of your cold hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

His back arched as your tongue finally made contact with his tip, slowly moving around the angry red skin in little kitten licks.

Slowly you moved your head down, slight gags escaping as you did your best to take him all the way down your throat.

Shivers ran through Owen’s body as you hallowed your cheeks, bobbing your head as your hands worked what you couldn’t fit.

“Baby-fuck” he cried, head thrown back onto the cushion behind him allowing you to see his pretty neck.

Pulling off from his cock with a loud pop Owen finally got a clear view of your entire face, tears streaming over your cheeks, lips swollen and covered in spit, cheeks flushed and hot.

“God you’re so pretty” he groaned, locking a hand into your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

“Owen, I wanted to take of you” your whimpered as he completely pulled your body back onto the couch.

“I know but I can’t take it anymore, need to fuck you” he was practically aching to get inside of you.

Completely stripped of his left over clothing the boy slotted himself between your thighs, pushing up his shirt that swallowed your body to reveal your little lacy underwear you’d put on just for him.

“All for me?” He smirked

“All for you O, always you”

Owen pulled your panties down your legs before lifting one over his shoulder, running his dripping head through your folds.

“Shit” you cried at the feeling of him pressing into you.

A shared moan filled the air as he bottomed out, he stayed unmoving for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his length.

“Fuck Owen, move please.” You begged, hands moving up to his bare back.

With a hand gripping the leg that rested over his shoulder and one placed next to your head Owen began moving in fast thrusts.

Sounds of slapping skin and pathetic whimpers filled the small living room, the springs of the couch squeaking from his movements.

“So tight” he groaned into your neck, his lips moving along your sticky skin.

He could feel your walls already beginning to clench around him, your breath picking up at every thrust his hips made.

“Oh-Owen! I’m getting close” you gasped, nails ranking down his back; no doubt leaving raw scratches at the skin.

“I know, c’mon baby. Come for me” he encouraged.

The moan that escaped your throat at the feeling of his thump coming in contact with your clit was downright pornographic, walls somehow tightening around him even more.

“I-shit. M’ Coming O” you cried as you felt the knot that had formed in your tummy breaking, sobs filling the room as your body shook under his large one.

“Such a good girl, I’m almost there baby” he growled, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him closer to his.

Owen’s thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased the high he so desperately needed, soft grunts and groans escaping him as he felt him self slipping.

“I’m coming” he cried as his large body stilled on top of yours, a shiver running down his spine as the euphoric feeling took over his body.

“Fuck” he groaned as he let himself rest against your body.

He nuzzled into your neck as your fingers began running through his dark locks.

“Good celebration?” You giggled.

“The best, thank you baby”

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@op-simp 😘😘



[sc0tters]

The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

to PowPow 🔫: thanks for checking in with y/n I appreciate it

to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

[drrav3nb]

Something More, Something Holy, Something Sacred

Since returning to Númenor, both Elendil and Tar-Miriel had become the target of Ar-Pharazôn’s true ambitions. By using the late King’s death as an excuse to dethrone the Queen Regent, as well as the enormous losses incurred in the Battle of the Southlands, Ar-Pharazôn hoped to prove that Tar-Miriel was unworthy of holding power in Númenor. But in a moment of fierce resolve, she managed to challenge such a notion in court, proclaiming that if she could not turn such transgressions into gold then she would willingly relinquish her title and abdicate the throne. Believing that she would fail and humiliate herself beyond repair, Ar-Pharazôn agreed to her demands but allowed her only one month to prove his claims to be false. And so, since then Elendil and the Queen have convened at sunrise every morning, hours before court was held, in order to get ahead of matters concerning the public, the economy and military endeavours. But outsmarting such a devious politician was a task unlike anything Tar-Miriel had faced before, one in which she was severely unequipped.

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[ilyasorokinn]

so i think a lot abt this and the one reader i think could execute it greatly is u so could i get a owen power x female reader where they both are really big leafs fans (cause mississauga) so they go to a game together for a nice date night and it’s all cute. i seriously think going to a game with o would be the best. ty!

HOCKEY GIRL

whoever sent this in, i love you (this was sent in like last year... i know, i have a problem).

as much as owen loved playing hockey, he loved watching it even more. and even more so, he loved watching it with you.

it would have been a sin to the city of toronto if you weren't a leafs fan. your family were big hockey watchers, so you were always dragged to hockey games and had grown to love the sport.

so, a love of hockey was something you and owen shared. and with the sabres not clinching the playoffs, you and owen flew home to spend the off-season with family and couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch a leafs game.

before you even got into scotiabank, there was a mini meet-and-greet with little kids who recognized owen (who wouldn't?). after taking the pictures, he quickly put on a hat, hoping it would help him blend in but being as tall as he was, you knew it probably wouldn't work.

when you finally got inside, you split up to get snacks and drinks. while you got drinks, he would get snacks. you were surprised when you got to your seats to find owen not there already. the line for drinks was pretty long, so you expected him to get there sooner than you.

while you waited, you took in the atmosphere. while you loved the sabres and loved being in buffalo, nothing would ever hit the way scotiabank did.

when owen finally showed up, he looked flustered and disheveled, "whoa, you okay?" you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink as he sat down and let out a big sigh in relief.

"this hat isn't working." he sighed, "i got recognized and roped into taking like a million pictures."

"you can say no, you know." you reminded him.

"yeah, but they are all kids." you smiled at that, handing him his drink and chuckling when he took a big gulp.

you could hear people murmuring when the area around you started filling up. you were also sitting at the end of the row, so people started to recognize him. they were kind enough not to ask for pictures and you could tell owen was relieved.

another reason owen loved watching hockey with you was because you really got into it. to your core, you were a hockey girl. you loved it. so, every so often, he would glance over at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw how into it you were.

he pulled out his phone when the ref skated to the center of the ice ready to announce the call, wanting to film your reaction, "no, what the hell?" you groaned with the rest of the crowd when the ref made a call. you looked over at him and laughed when you saw he was recording, "stop." you pushed the camera down so it was pointed at the floor.

"you're cute." he teased, ending the video. you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing it would end up on his story.

but owen, much like you to his core, was a hockey boy. he loved watching it too. so, as revenge, you took your phone out, knowing you would catch a crazy reaction from him at some point.

and you were right. you managed to catch the moment the leafs got a goal on camera. owen, with the rest of the arena, jumped to his feet and cheered. he jumped up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you and cheering.

the rest of the game went smoothly but at the end, your phone was dinging. you thought it was just people laughing at the story you posted or the one owen posted of you, but you were surprised to find people sending you videos from twitter and instagram.

you clicked on the video and were surprised to see you and owen in the video. you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought. sportnets and the nhl accounts had found you in the sea of leafs fans.

"there was a speical guest in the crowd tonight." one of the sportscasters announced as the video of you and owen in the audience at the game was shown, "owen power was spotted at tonight's leafs game. clearly with the sabres season over, he's home for the off-season." the video continued but all you could pay attention to was the video of you and owen.

in the video, he had an arm around your shoulders and his ear was at the level with you mouth. you were talking into his ear, telling him something, you had forgotten that point. but whatever you said made him crack up. you were watching him, a smile on your face as you watched him laugh.

you showed owen the video and he had the same reaction as you, "we're cute."

"we are." you gave him a high-five before he shifted the car gears. he reached over and held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

requests are open :)

[powermakar]

You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

 Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change. 

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”.  You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean. 

“Owen,” you groan at the sight. 

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit. 

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you. 

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look. 

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road” 

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine. 

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach. 

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see. 

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion. 

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt. 

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing. 

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed. 

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close. 

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan. 

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”. 

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up. 

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees. 

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately. 

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried. 

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry. 

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up. 

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say. 

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently. 

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle. 

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn. 

“I really love you O” 

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

[honeyeyesworld]

Let’s do that hockey|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine, I found them on Pinterest credits to the original owners)

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Good luck tonight boys!! Score goals and stuff. As they say in hockey, let’s do that hockey 🤪

Also should I be worried about Owen taking my boyfriend 🤨

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Yourusername: MY BOYFRIEND SCORED!! 🥳🥳

Good job on the win boys 👏👏 beyond proud of how you guys played today, and congrats to the love of my life for scoring a goal 🥰🥰

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User7: y’all I was at the game tonight and Jack pointed at her after he scored it was so cute 😭

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[cobrakaisb]

foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other. 

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power. 

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now. 

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.  

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly. 

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

--

walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy. 

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was. 

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building. 

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.      

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on. 

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule. 

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look. 

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food. 

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

--

game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account. 

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party. 

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch. 

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping. 

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you. 

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing. 

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from. 

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw. 

--

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”. 

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette. 

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room. 

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names. 

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave. 

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.    

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game. 

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side. 

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it. 

--

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips. 

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo. 

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework. 

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.  

--

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear. 

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.) 

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you. 

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy. 

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering. 

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck. 

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer. 

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground. 

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

[jackhues]

for you - owen power (valentine's day special)

request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request  “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!

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notes: loll, thx for noticing my bio, i liked writing this, and it's a little longer than the others, but it turned out nice! thanks for requesting <3

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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.

you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”

she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.

it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.

“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.

“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”

“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.

you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.

since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.

“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.

“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.

“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.

“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.

“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.

“wait, what?”

“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”

“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”

to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.

you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate. 

not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.

“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed. 

“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.

you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house. 

your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.

following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.

you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.

“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.

you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.

“hi,” he waved at you.

you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.

“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.

“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.

“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”

“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”

“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”

“i wanted it to be perfect.”

you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”

owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”

his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.

[greazyfloz]

Can you do 23 and 3 on the angst list with Owen power(btw I love ur work🤭🤭)

Warning: implied smut

Angst: 23. “That came out wrong” & 3. “You make me sick”

Work Stress

The Sabres were currently on their playoff push to get the wildcards spot, and Owen has been extremely stressed. I wouldn’t say stressed. Actually, I would just say he’s been coming home in a bad mood all the time.

Tonight he came home from practice, and made his way into the kitchen where I was already standing and crashed his lips on to mine. Next thing I know he was bringing me to bed and we were fucking.

After he finished, he got off the bed and made a song to the bathroom to take a shower. I followed him in and wrap my arms around him underneath the water flowing from the showerhead.

“No” he says, unwrapping my arms around him. I take the hint that maybe he doesn’t want me in there so I leave and make my way back in the bedroom to put my clothes on and go sit on the couch in the living room.

And I made my way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water as Owen walked out in the living room, sitting on the couch. When I made my way back, and I set my glass on the coffee table, then sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Jesus, why are you so clingy tonight?“ he says before lifting me off him, putting me beside him

“why have you been such a dick lately?“ I ask him and he shakes his head and continues to watch TV. I lift the remote turning the TV off and then look back at him.

“what is your problem?” he asked me and I stand up and look down at him

“you come home and then you fuck me and throw me away like I’m some object to you“

“maybe you are” he says, grabbing the remote for my hand.

“you make me sick” I say, as I feel tear sting my eyes. I walk out of the room quickly and slam our bedroom door behind me.

A couple moments later I hear a knock at the door, followed by Owen pleading, “babe let me in“

“no fuck you“

“ that came out wrong”

“what did? calling me an object? Because I’m not sure how that could’ve come out wrong” I say through my tears, “go away, you can sleep on the couch”

“just open the door babe”

“No”

“please I’m sorry, I don’t know why I even said that you know I love you and I really didn’t mean to hurt you. This is no reason to treat you that way or to say that, but the team is finally close to making playoffs and we’re blowing it”

I make my way off of the bed and swing my door open. Oh, and who is leading at the door, falls forward a little, and then catches himself before bumping into me. I cross my arms and look up at him.

“you losing a hockey game is not a good excuse for treating me like shit or using me like I’m some sex object” I said

“I know, there’s really not much I can say to make this any better, but I really would enjoy your company. I love you baby.” he says, and I slowly wrap my arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, bringing me a hug

“ you’re seriously sleeping on the couch next time you treat me like that or say anything like that ever again“ I mumble into his chest, “never again, got it?”

“ promise, never again” oh, and says in leans down to press a kiss on my forehead

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Eleven: The Road to Hell

Bart lay motionless for nearly an hour, staring upward with laser focus. His mind played over everything he’d planned, and he kept his breathing even and slow. The door opened, and he heard a weak cough, Bart waited for the car to go dark as he raised up. His arms rested on his chest as he used his stomach to raise up, gently and quietly to keep from shaking the car. By the time the man noticed him, it was too late. Bart pulled the cord tight around the man’s neck, He leaned back, bearing down as he tightened his gloved grip on Dr. Donnovan’s neck. The man struggled for air and a grip on the cord, fighting for nearly two minutes before he lost consciousness. Bart held on for several minutes before he finally let go. The man was dead. Undeniably dead. Bart got out and opened the front door. Bart took a melon baller and scooped the man’s injured eye out. He set it on the dashboard, a tongue in his back teeth as he focused on the act. He shut the door with his hip and quickly shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out the opposite end of the alley before placing his soiled gloves in a plastic zip-sealed bag. He walked to his grandfather’s office and washed the coveralls and gloves in the washing machine twice while he showered. 

The ice-cold water kept him calm while his adrenaline pumped. He slowly turned the water up as he deep cleaned. Despite wearing gloves, Bart still insisted on scrubbing his hands. He conditioned his hair, trying to calm himself down, but he was giddy and warm inside. The warm water didn’t help, so he turned the water down again, rinsing and scrubbing his body under ice water until he started shaking violently. Bart moisturized his skin, putting powder on, and lightly spritzing himself with cologne.

He stashed a few pairs of underwear in the locker and dressed in another one of Barry’s sweatsuits. He put the coveralls in the dryer. His sweatpants fit baggy and the sweatshirt swallowed him, but he left in them as soon as his coveralls were dry and put away. Bart’s car was parked out front with his travel bag in the car, so he drove straight from there to Conner’s. 

He was a day early, so Conner didn’t expect him. His hands shook and his heart pumped as he approached Conner’s dorm apartment. He called Conner, so he wouldn’t wake Cassie and Greta. And Conner crept to the door, half-asleep and smiling. “You said you’d be here tomorrow mor—.” 

Bart kissed Conner’s neck as he reached underneath his shirt. “Take your clothes off,” Bart whispered as he kissed Conner's neck, up his jawline to his lips. He rubbed the front of Conner’s shorts as he begged. “Please…” Conner pulled away. 

“Not here… You’re gonna wake the girls up,” Conner whispered. Bart let his teeth graze Conner’s neck as he breathed on him. “Let me show you my room.” 

Bart followed Conner to the bedroom where he dropped his bag and stripped down to nothing, and he lifted Conner’s shirt, kneeling on his uninjured knee as he kissed Conner’s stomach, his lips dragging against Conner’s belly button down to his waistband. Teeth caught Conner’s waistband, and Bart pulled his basketball shorts off with his mouth, his chin grazing Conner’s bulge on the way down. Conner stopped him. “What are you doing here?” Conner chuckled. 

Bart looked up, blinking hard as Conner pulled him to his feet. “I couldn’t sleep… I got so hard on the drive here just thinking about you—.” Bart stopped mid-sentence to pull Conner’s shirt off. “Why do you still have your clothes on?” 

Bart lifted him up before falling onto the bed. Bart kissed Conner all over, his mouth open and hungry, tongue tasting skin, teeth gently biting tender flesh. “Don’t stop,” Conner whispered. 

Bart nodded, spreading Conner’s legs to kiss his inner thighs. He lay on his stomach while he did it, grinding against Conner’s sheets as he came up for air. Conner reached into a tin lunchbox and gave Bart a condom. Bart was impatient, returning to Conner’s inner thighs. He sucked and kissed them, and Conner spread out on the bed, reaching out to clutch the sheets. Conner accidentally grabbed the remote, turning on the TV, and it drowned out his moans. “I missed you too… but if you don’t slow down—.” Bart pressed a knuckle to Conner’s taint as he took Conner into his mouth. Conner’s toes curled, and he arched into Bart’s mouth. Bart bobbed a few times before rising up for air. 

“You can cum. It’s okay… Whenever you want…. Wherever you want,” Bart whispered, almost begging. 

“I—.” Conner patted the bed, searching for the condom he dropped, and he touched Bart’s chest with it. Bart gripped his thighs, pulling him close as he thrust inside him. “Bart—. Fuck.” 

Bart pulled out, unsatisfied with their position, and he flipped Conner onto his stomach. Before Conner could catch his breath, Bart grabbed his hair, pulling him up by wrapping his arm around Conner’s chest, and driving into Conner by rolling his hips and stomach. Conner gasped, surprised at how fast and rough Bart moved. Bart wrapped a hand around Conner’s dick, licking Conner’s neck as he pumped into him. Bart grunted. “Cumming,” Bart groaned. Conner fell onto his palms, and Bart stroked Conner faster before stopping to spit into his hand. Conner reached for a towel with just seconds to spare before he collapsed into the pillows. 

Several minutes passed in silence. Conner lay on his stomach, his eyes drooping, and his body warm. Bart caught his breath, but he couldn’t turn off his mind. As soon as Conner started to nod off, he felt Bart grinding against him. “Bart?” Conner chuckled. 

“Please… More,” Bart mumbled as he kissed Conner’s shoulder. Conner lay on his back, gently stroking as he looked at Bart. “Can you—?”

“I can…”

**

Conner trembled as Bart kissed his neck and shoulders. “Okay,” Conner sternly whispered. 

“Okay?” Bart asked.

“I’m exhausted,” Conner answered. Bart lay on his side, pushing Conner’s bangs out of his face. 

His eyes softened as he looked Conner over. “Did I hurt you somewhere?” Bart asked. He could make out a few bruises on Conner’s thighs, and he frowned at Conner’s ruddy and sweaty appearance. 

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me… I just didn’t expect—. It was crazy,” Conner laughed as tears streamed down his cheeks. Conner couldn’t catch his breath, his body and mind were completely overstimulated by their exchange. Bart sat up. “Oh no, I’m not… I just need to cool down. You didn’t hurt me. No… I’m just a little overwhelmed. Let me catch my breath for a minute.”

Bart grabbed his sweatshirt off of Conner’s desk and offered it to Conner to keep him warm. “I’m sorry. Maybe I could get you—. I won’t do this—.” 

Conner pulled Bart into his arms, and he kissed Bart’s cheek. “You didn’t hurt me. I promise. You didn’t do anything that I didn’t like. I promise… How are you feeling? Do you feel better?” Conner questioned as he wiped the sweat from Bart’s brow. 

“I feel better… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Bart replied. “You’re so soft.” 

“That’s because I’m sleepy,” Conner whispered. 

“Okay… Goodnight,” Bart whispered. Bart got up, searching his bag for a sleeping pill, and he took one with water. Conner was fast asleep before Bart returned to the bed, and he climbed in, closing his eyes as he allowed sleep to flood in. 

**

Bart woke up before dawn, stretching out and glancing down at Conner who hadn’t moved an inch since they fell asleep. He pulled the blankets over Conner’s shoulders before going to shower and brush his teeth. 

After he got dressed, he joined Conner, sitting beside him. Conner smiled, still half-asleep as he reached for Bart. “You smell so good,” Conner mumbled. 

“Thanks,” Bart whispered. He traced the line of Conner’s jaw. “Gorgeous… Good morning.” 

“It’s morning?” Conner questioned. 

Bart chuckled, reaching under the covers to rub Conner’s back. “Do you want breakfast in bed?” Bart offered. Conner opened one eye. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Conner grinned. Bart scrunched down beside him, looking him in the eyes as he moved close enough to almost kiss him. Close enough for Conner to lose his breath. 

“I just want you to know how important you are to me… And I want bacon,” Bart replied. Conner laughed. 

“Eggs and pancakes too?” Conner asked. Bart smiled, his lips brushing against Conner’s. 

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll never leave,” Bart teased. “Go shower. I’ll start breakfast.” 

**

Greta yawned as she left her room, smelling the bacon, and she shuffled toward Bart with her eyes shut. Greta’s head drooped forward drowsily against Bart’s back. “Good morning,” Greta mumbled. 

“Are you hungry?” Bart asked. Greta opened her eyes and squealed as she embraced him. Bart chuckled. “I missed you too.”

Bart turned toward her, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “When did you get here?” Greta asked. 

“Two-ish. How’s school?” Bart asked. 

Greta stood on her tiptoes, looking at the bacon sizzling in the skillet. “School’s fine. I’m taking a film class. I think you’d enjoy it. We’re in this unit called Elements of Genre. It’s a two-term class. At the end of this unit, we have to write a paper on our favorite genre and pick a few key elements from a movie of our choice. Conner said you were a good writer, so I was wondering if you’d proofread it for me when I’m done,” Greta requested. Bart turned the fire off and turned his attention to the eggs. 

Bart grinned at her. “I’ll do you one better... When you pick a movie, I’ll watch it with you. How about it?” Bart offered. Greta nodded excitedly before she noticed something… And she always noticed something. Even if she didn’t say anything. She cocked her head, letting her pursed lips tilt to the side. “What’s wrong?” 

“You’re different… Why are you different?” Greta asked. 

“I was sick last week… But I’m better now,” Bart answered. 

She shook her head. The distinct glimmer in her downturned eyes told Bart everything he needed to know. Greta saw the shift in his behavior, but she couldn’t attribute it to anything he’d seen or done. He pinched her cheek and turned away from her, trying to keep her from digging further. “You’re happier today. A lot happier,” Greta whispered. Bart pinched her cheek between his pointer finger and middle finger knuckles. 

“Does it scare you?” Bart asked as he leaned forward. Greta shook her head. 

“You don’t scare me,” Greta grinned. It set Bart’s heart at ease. “Cassie’s still sleeping, but I can wake her up.” 

Bart turned the fire low, and he shook his head. “Do you think she’ll mind if I go in there to talk?” Bart asked. Greta shook her head. “Can you do me a favor and watch the eggs? I’ll come back.” Greta took the spatula from him, and he left the kitchen. 

He entered Cassie’s room and nudged her. She opened her eyes and jumped. “Bart, oh my—. When did you get here?” Cassie asked. 

Bart scrunched his nose up as he grinned. “Two. I didn’t wanna wake you guys up, so I texted Conner. I couldn’t sleep, so I got on the road... If you don’t want me here, ” Bart teased, “Sorry, Cissie couldn’t come. She had a game.” Cassie hugged him. 

“That’s alright. How are you? You were sick,” Cassie replied. 

Bart softened. “I’m good. It was an overexertion thing,” Bart replied. Cassie frowned and nodded. “If I rest any more, you’ll have to put me in a coffin. I’ll bring you guys breakfast in a minute.” 

**

Bart typed his paper for class while Conner did chin-ups in the doorway. The news played in the background, and Conner watched quietly. Bart’s phone rang, and he answered. “Hi, Thad,” Bart greeted him warmly. 

“My doctor is dead… Dr. Donnovan was—.” 

“Which one is that?” Bart interrupted. He hated lying to Thad, but he refused to pull him into a mess. 

“I want to talk to you. I have to tell you I’m scared,” Thad cried. 

Bart sat up straight. “Don’t be upset. I’ll get you a ticket here if you need me. I’m not home until Monday, but you can come here then. Will you be okay until then?” Bart questioned. Thad sobbed and gasped. “Thaddeus, breathe. I promise you can come with me as soon as I get home.” Conner dropped down from the chin-up bar, and he cocked his head. 

“I can wait,” Thad cried. 

“Good… Now, give the phone to Helen or Max. I gotta explain this to them,” Bart gently commanded. It hurt his heart, and he had to step up and do something to make it better. 

He listened as Thad gave his phone to someone, and he could hear Helen’s boyfriend in the background. “Bart, what’s going on? Thad won’t explain anything to me, but he’s been hysterical since he woke up this morning,” Max asked. 

“He wants to stay with me for a little while, but he’s afraid you’ll say no. I told him I’d fly him out on Monday if it’s alright with you. I’ll take him to class with me,” Bart offered. 

“What’s going on?” Max questioned. 

Bart sighed. “I’m not sure… He sounds like he’s freaking out, though. I don’t want him worrying himself sick. Let me fly him out on Monday, Max,” Bart pleaded. 

“Okay… How long do you plan on keeping him?” Max asked. 

Conner wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt before kissing Bart’s temple. “Um… I don’t know. Maybe a week. I’ll call you beforehand if something changes,” Bart answered. Max hummed.

“You know what, Bart? I’m proud of you. I’m glad you’re offering to look after your brother,” Max whispered. 

Bart lay back on the floor. “It’s good… Let me give him the good news,” Bart replied. His stomach was in knots as he listened to the exchange. 

“Max said it’s okay… I’ll pick you up from the airport Monday afternoon. I’ll send your ticket tonight. Don’t talk to Mom about the doctor who died. Why’s that got you in knots anyway? Stupid sprokking doctors were evil. I hope they all—.” 

“Bart, don’t… Grandpa might—. I think Grandpa’s going to send people to look into it. Retrieval people,” Thad whispered. He seemed much calmer, but Bart could hear the fear in Thad’s voice. 

“What the hell do you mean? What do you mean retrieval people?” Bart asked. 

Thad didn’t say anything for a long time. “The people that killed our father and aunt… And people from the observatory. Lawyers and doctors. Scientists. I think it’s an observatory kid. It has to be. What if they—?”

“No one will ever hurt you again. Do you hear me?” Bart asked. “I will never let anyone do anything bad to you ever again. I love you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. Go pack. I’ll call you again before bed.”

“Okay,” Thad replied, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Bart whispered before hanging up. He groaned and pressed his palms to his eyelids. 

Conner leaned over him. “What’s the matter, hon?” Conner asked. 

Hon. That was cute. Bart smiled, but it didn’t take away the anxiety of Thad’s situation. “My brother’s freaking out. He wants to stay with me for a little bit. I said yeah,” Bart mumbled. 

“Do you regret it?” Conner asked. 

“Nuh uh… He’s my baby brother. I knew he’d end up staying with me once I moved out this way… He’s just a kid. I just—. I didn’t realize how much I cared. I just offered to fly him out. I don’t know why I did that,” Bart mumbled. 

Conner pulled Bart up into his arms. “I love you. I sometimes forget how big your heart is. I need you to know that,” Conner whispered, “You’re gonna be fine.” 

Bart didn’t say anything as he let his weight drop into Conner’s arms. Conner kissed Bart’s cheek, pressing his nose to the side of Bart’s face. “Can you tell me again?” Bart asked. Conner smiled. 

“You’ll be fine… And Thad will be, too. You know, this makes me think about Clark and the little bit of time that I stayed with him. Bart, take it from me. Sometimes younger brothers just want to know they mean something to you,” Conner whispered, “I try to pretend I don’t care, but I look at Clark like he’s perfect. I try to look for the flaws sometimes, but I know it’ll just—. Sorry. It’s not—.”

“No. Don’t apologize. I want to hear it,” Bart whispered. Conner smiled against Bart’s cheek. 

“I’ve been through so many phases because of Clark. At first, I wanted nothing to do with him. I was hit with so many comparisons that I was convinced I had to be his polar opposite to be seen as my own person… And then some... stuff happened that made me want to—. I didn’t want to be me, but he figured it out pretty fast. I think it made us close. We both had stuff going on at the time, and Clark was really understanding when I finally told him everything I’d been going through,” Conner explained. Bart didn’t press for Conner to elaborate. He worried that it would only open up old wounds. Without words or any idea of an appropriate response, he took Conner’s palm and kissed it. 

“I—. I feel weird like I’m keeping a secret from you… But, I—. I don’t know how to talk about what happened without feeling like—.”

“Is it something I have to know?” Bart asked. Conner looked down, pondering over Bart’s question. 

“No,” Conner answered. 

“Would it help me treat you better?” Bart questioned. Conner shook his head, timidly pressing his forehead into Bart’s shoulder. “Then, it’s none of my business… And until you feel comfortable, I’m okay with that. You’ve never forced me to talk about anything I didn’t want to.” And he meant it. It was an accidentally transactional agreement. A perfectly expressed and partially selfish loophole, but he thought his heart was in the right place.

[three-headed-monster]

lover of mine (maybe we'll take some time)

It’s raining when they get to Stockholm, the window of their large black van fogging up just enough for Luke to draw smiley faces in the condensation there. Usually, it’d make Kent laugh, but the uncomfortable press of Mason’s leg against his own makes him think against it. This isn’t the time for the jokes and giggles they had when they were younger.

Kent’s twenty-one now. He’s twenty-one and heartbroken and about to embark on a three-month, intimate concert tour with his ex-boyfriend and two of his best friends.

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[skylessknights]

ELENDIL THE TALL and TAR-MIRIEL ―  Love is the Bane of Honour, the Death of Duty

“What is honour compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a new-born son in your arms? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

                                                              ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

[drrav3nb]

AT HER SIDE, NEVER TO DEPART

Synopsis: It has been years since the volcanic eruption in the Southlands stole Tar-Miriel's sight. But with the loss of her eyes came a solemn vow, an oath from her captain, sealed by the Valar, that he would stay at her side, never to depart, to always be there when she needed him.

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[aria0fgold]

I'm fired up now. No more struggling, I'm going to finish this drawing before June 30th and I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN!

[powermakar]

Keep Your Glasses On - Owen Power

Author's note: Ok so I 100% definitely have a glasses kink and Owen wearing his glasses just does something to me so I wrote this for all of us horny people.

Part two: You Don't Need Your Glasses for This

Summary: Pure filthy smut with no plot whatsoever

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Praise kink, glasses kink, whiny Owen, cocky Owen, swear words, pretty much every warning that comes with pure smut

Owen’s game had just ended and you knew it would be a while before he got home from dealing with all of the press. You took that time to prepare for your celebration of Owen’s first multi-point NHL game. A dark blue matching set to represent the Saber’s blue always ended up being Owen’s favorite set of lingerie. Throwing a jersey on with the familiar number 25 sprawled across the back, you lay down on your and Owen’s bed.

You hear a jingle of keys and the front door opens so you call out, “In here Owen!”. Owen walks into the room and looks you up and down with his eyes blazing with heat. 

“All of this for me baby?” Owen smirks. 

“All and only for you,” you say, sliding one side of the jersey up so he can get a glance at your blue, lace thong. He just groans in response and drops the coat of his suit to the floor and loosens his tie. “Is it getting a little hot in here? Maybe I should take this off so it’ll be cooler” you say, pulling the jersey over your head and revealing your bra. The cold air hits your nipples making them pucker and you let out a little moan. All Owen can do is stare at you. “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you tease. With those words, Owen’s head snaps up with a questioning look. “Maybe next time O, but right now I need you to come over and do something to me”.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to leave but those reporters kept asking me questions and all I could think of was you,” Owen says while running a finger around the waistband of your thong and snapping it back against your skin. All you can do is squirm and move his hand closer to your pussy. “Not yet, baby, we need to get you wetter,” he says. 

“Please Owen I need your dick or fingers or at least something!” you groan. 

“Aw, are we begging now? Are you that horny that you can’t wait anymore? It’s a little pathetic if I’m being honest,” Owen says knowing it’ll rile you up a little more. 

“If you don’t want to help me, then I’ll just do it myself,” you smirk rubbing your clit through your panties. 

This must have made him angry because he pins both of your arms above your head and growls, “You follow exactly what I say and if you don’t you’ll get punished”. 

You wanted to try something new and giggle, “Yes sir”. 

“Fuck y/n,” Owen groans and unbuttons his shirt, and throws it to the floor. “If you want to play that game I can play it with you”. Owen unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room. He starts toying with both of your nipples making you moan and lift your hips against his thigh to feel any sort of friction. “So impatient y/n,” Owen says before he starts to suck on your right nipple. 

“Owen please,” you whine. 

“Fine, only because I want to hear you scream my name,” he says, taking his glasses off.

“No Owen, keep your glasses on.” He just shrugs and puts them back on. You pull your panties down your legs and throw them to the floor. Owen spreads your legs and begins to eat your pussy out with his glasses on. Moaning, you reach your hand into his hair and lift your hips up. 

“You taste so good sweetheart,” Owen says before going back down and licking your clit. 

“Fuck Owen I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly. You can feel Owen pick up the pace and before you know it your vision goes blurry as an orgasm rips through your body. You pull Owen up for a kiss, seeing that his glasses had some of your wetness on them making you even more turned on. “Oh my God Owen,” you moan. 

He smirks and says, “round two?” before shoving two of his thick, long, calloused fingers into your hole. “You want more, huh? Such a slut for me baby girl. You are doing such a good job,” Owen praises. Your orgasm is approaching quickly and Owen knows it. He uses his other hand to rub small circles against your clit as you cry out. 

“Owen, fuck, baby I want your dick now please.” With that Owen stands up to take his belt and pants off before reaching for a condom on the nightstand. He then picks you up and gently throws you on top of him. 

“I want you to ride my dick like the good girl I know you are,” he demands. Smirking, you slide the condom down his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding down on him. It takes you a minute or two before you can fully adjust to his size and you start moving up and down. “Fuck y/n your pussy feels so good,” he moans. This was one of your favorite versions of Owen, the cocky then whiny Owen. 

“You like that, huh? You love it when I ride you,” you tease. All Owen can do is let out a small whine in response. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway but you quickly put a stop to that. “Let me do some of the work tonight babe”. Looking at him you see his glasses are starting to fog up, his jaw is slacked, and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “You have no idea how much I love your glasses, Owen, They are one of my favorite things,” you say before pulling him into a kiss. 

“I’ll wear them more often just for you,” he says before letting out another moan. “I’m so close y/n.” 

“Me too baby”. With those words, he rubs your clit with his thumb. “Cum with me O,” you moan. Sure enough, both of you cum at the same time letting out breathy moans. Laying down on his chest he wraps his arms around your body. “Congratulations on your first multi-point game Owen. I love you”. 

“I love you too y/n,” he says, pulling you into another kiss after. “I would love to continue this but I have to get up early tomorrow and I have to clean my glasses off.” All you can do is laugh. He pulls out of your hole and you groan at the emptiness. “I know baby”. 

Owen comes back with a warm washcloth to wipe you clean. “Maybe you should get a hat trick so we can do this again”. 

“I’ll try,” he laughs, turning off the lamp and snuggling you in close.

[honeyeyesworld]

Snow day|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine!!! Credits to the original owners 🫶)

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