#and it was a plain black bra which is also funny because there's someone in a gimp suit being like hung from the ceiling

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 2 - It’s not a date! … or is it?!

Summary: Aizawa-sensei makes it really hard to not think about this outing as a date; he looks gorgeous, the conversation flows so easily and you both spill all your secrets to each other like it’s the most normal thing between two almost-strangers. You really start to wonder if this is all just you being way too invested in this fake date or there is really something in the air.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of Eri’s past, mentions of child-neglect. 16+

First chapter Master List

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“What am I supposed to wear?!” You yell into your phone.

It’s 8AM. You are meeting up with your niece’s teacher in two hours and all you’ve managed to do since you wake up was to put on a bra, an underwear and freak the shit out in the middle of doing so, ending up sprinting between your dresser and your full body mirror, almost naked.

You are a fucking adult who’s about to turn 30. By the way. An adult who has a child to take care of… you can only hope no one hears your inner thoughts and calls child protection on you, thinking you are incapable of raising a teenager. Honestly, you have no idea how you had made it to this point in your life. You are a fucking mess.

“You called me in the middle of my class stating ‘it’s an emergency… for this?!” Megumi laughs, clearly not believing your shenanigans.

“Shut up brat, this is all your fault! You forced me to do this so suffer with me!”

“He likes the color black. I hope that helps.” She murmurs, happily.

“You want me to meet your teacher while looking like I’m about to go to someone’s funeral?!”

“Have you seen the guy you are about to meet?” Megumi retorts and fuck, she is right.

“Funeral wear it is, then.” You can hear Megumi’s distant giggle as you end the phone call and decide to wear the black dress Megumi bought for you; it suits her more than it suits you but to be absolutely honest you’ve always been envious of your niece’s badass style because you’ve just never had the balls to leave your house in a rebellious attire. Well, ladies and gents and everyone in between, today is the day when you wear the Dr. Martens boots you’ve never used and make an absolute fool of yourself in front of your child’s teacher. Honestly, why not. It isn’t an actual date anyway, if it all goes wrong at least you have a great story to tell.

You take a quick selfie and send it to Megumi who sends you a bunch of emojis you can’t understand, but overall, it looks like an approval so you finish the set with a bit of eyeliner and mascara, just as heavy as your attire.

You really hope Aizawa sensei wants to have his coffee at My Chemical Romance concert, otherwise this will be really awkward.

Oh well, you are out of time to change your mind about your attire now.

You take a deep breath as you head towards UA, hoping that 3 tough plasters and a special sock will be enough to keep your feet safe from the evil boots on your feet.

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You’re 15 minutes early. The area around UA is silent; it’s too early for the media presence and the students are all in class together with their teachers. You are just about to sit down on a nearby bench and make yourself comfortable for the next fifteen minutes when someone clears his throat behind you; Aizawa-sensei looks at you questioningly, with a hint of a smile quirking up his lips.

“Did Megumi-Chan force you to wear this today?” He asks, amused.

He looks absolutely stunning; his usually unruly hair is pulled into a pony tail, his bangs loose at the front which makes him look so much softer; he wears black jeans with a plain black shirt and a trench coat, his signature scarf and his usual eyepatch.

“Half Megumi and half midlife crisis.” You deadpan, already hating all your life decisions. And also, this joke. It really wasn’t that funny.

Apparently, Aizawa sensei has a fucked up sense of humor because he snorts and makes his way towards the other side of road.

“Let’s talk about your midlife crisis over a cup of coffee. I hope you don’t mind if I give you a ride.” He tries his best to smile but it looks so forced you can’t help but laugh. “What?”

“You really need to love your class to do this for a student. I’m glad my girl has such a great homeroom teacher.” You smile fondly at the grumpy man.

“I’m just doing my job.” He mumbles with a straight face and opens the door for you; he tries to fake nonchalance but you can’t miss the hint of dusty pink appearing on his cheeks. This man loves a good praise. Good to know.

The car ride is awkward and silent, none of you really know what to say. If this would be an actual date you would probably start freaking out but you know he’s only doing this for the sake of your niece, so you decide to leave it as it is. He stops at a medium sized coffee place; their logo is really cute, it’s full of tiny drawings of kittens, tiny paws splattered all over the background and the inside looks warm and cosy, cats wondering between the legs of the customers, begging for food.

Wait.

Cats?!

“Aizawa-sensei… is this a fucking cat coffee?!” You laugh out loud before entering place.

“Language.” He sighs. “It was my son’s idea. I have no idea how to do this dating thing.”

You are not sure which part do you wanna question first; the one about his son or the fact that he called this an actual date. You decide to start with the former.

“You have a son?!”

“… Let’s sit down first. I should have asked if you are allergic to cats shouldn’t I?” The man radiates an anxious energy which surprises you; if this is just a fake date why is he so worried?

“I love cats.” You smile as you sit down on the corner sofa; thankfully, the place is almost empty so you will be able to have a personal conversation without being disturbed or have the need to yell over a group of random people. Date or not, you do want to know more about Megumi’s teacher and you genuinely like him, so no one can judge you for trying, right?

The two of you sit down next to each other and order right away; Aizawa-sensei gets a cold brew without any milk or sugar while you order their signature coffee latte which apparently comes with a handmade latte art. Aizawa must have a second secret quirk as all the cats gang up on him right away; there are two fluffy Maine coons staring at him from the floor, waiting to be pet. Aizawa wears a tiny smile as he takes one of them in his hands and puts the ball of fur down on his lap to slowly stroke their fur to calm himself. The cat looks really happy in his new place, purring contently with every caress.

“So you have a son.” You go back to your last topic without hesitation.

“You are just as nosy as your niece.” He sighs again. “I have a son and a daughter. Their name is Hitoshi and Eri. They aren’t mine biologically, I adopted them two years ago. Hitoshi was a student of mine who’s been neglected by his parents and ended up in an orphanage. Eri… Eri went through hell. My students found her during a mission. She’s only eight.” There is so much pain on his face you physically need to grab your own hand to stop yourself from reaching out.

“She’s so young…”

“That little girl went through things no one ever should. But she’s safe now. She’s struggling with a lot of trauma, but Hitoshi and I do our best to put her at ease.”

“You are amazing, you know that, right?” You smile sadly, your eyes shining with unshed tears. “You really are a hero. Taking two kids in as a single parent just to grant them the happiness they couldn’t ever have…”

“So are you.” Aizawa jumps in. “You’ve done the same for Megumi haven’t you?” He smiles; it’s barely there but it makes your heart rate quicken; he might be a broken man but there is just something about him; you thought it’s his mysteriousness that makes you so invested in him but looking at him right now after hearing his story makes you wonder if this is what people call “fate”; your heart makes another somersault at the thought. This isn’t a date - you remind yourself. “Want to tell me about it, Y/N?”

You end up telling him everything; from your shitty childhood to how you ended up taking care of Megumi and he thanks you by telling you his own story; you laugh, you cry and the conversation just flows naturally; the coffee gets cold by the time you manage to even realize it’s been delivered but you both drink it anyway and order a new one to prolong the date as much as possible. You really don’t want today to end.

Aizawa somehow manages to lure all the cats to his side of the sofa, all waiting patiently for their turn to be petted. You look at the hero with a fake pout, trying to look offended but probably failing miserably because you can’t hide the tiny smile as you look at Aizawa’s face; he looks proud and happy to be surrounded by all these fluffy animals, his face is so smooth and content you can only wonder if there was ever a person who could manage to soften him the same way these fluffy cats do; the answer is probably no. You really want to change that. Fuck’s sake you are way too invested in this date.

“I can’t believe you hog all the cats for yourself by the way, I’m offended.” You giggle while you look at the purring cats with pure jealousy; you try your best win them over by making sounds and letting them smell your hand in an offer of friendship but they don’t even bother to look your way.

“I don’t mind sharing.” Aizawa murmurs, scooting closer to the corner of the sofa while urging you to do the same; you meet in the middle, your knee touching his as he moves one of his fluffy companions to your lap but you can barely concentrate on the warm little body when you realize how cold and rigid Aizawa’s leg feels like around his shin ; that’s when you realize you are touching a piece of metal instead of a human leg. You try your best not to think about too much but it makes you remember the way he lost it; the story was all over the news and you remember crying, surrounded by other civilians within the safety of four massive walls and an unbreakable defense system, while this teacher crippled himself to save his student’s life. You shake your head once and start stroking the purring little creature who’s splayed over both of your legs now. There is a fluttering feeling in your heart but you are not sure if it’s thanks to the cute cat or the beautiful, highly respected man next to you. Probably both.

“Do you not have any questions about my prosthetic? It’s usually the first thing people ask about.” He mumbles while munching on a cat shaped pastry.

“You chopped your own fucking shin off to save the country.” You deadpan. “It’s common knowledge. And you are clearly more than capable to live without it, so I really don’t care about that and no one should. Are you self-conscious about it?”

“I only chopped the half of it off, don’t exaggerate.” Aizawa ‘jokes’. “I wouldn’t really say I am… but it did cross my mind today.” Aizawa admits. “My friend Hizashi was really excited about me leaving the school grounds and gave me all kind of silly tips and tricks to look nicer and I realized there’s no point in my case; I can’t hide my missing eye and I can only hide my prosthetic legs until things get serious. I’ve never really cared about my looks, but… it really bothered me today. For some reason.”

You can’t believe this man.

“I will say something really inappropriate right now, but I’m doing it for your own good.” You mumble with a red face. “I… kinda find your disheveled, battle-scarred look… attractive. And I also respect the shit out of you for what you’ve done for our country and for the kids… so if you wouldn’t be my kid’s teacher…” You are incapable of making an eye contact right now so you just stare at the 5 cats roaming around Aizawa.

“Please, do not finish that sentence.” Aizawa hides his face in embarrassment. You can’t help but laugh at that.

“Aizawa-sensei, you are really handsome. And kind. And really attractive. Deal with it.”

“Such a smooth talker you are.” He grumbles under his nose. “My name is Shouta by the way.”

The time freezes as he says his name; being on a first name basis is a really meaningful thing in Japan and it’s definitely not something you let others do after one not-a-date.

“Shouta.” You look up at the hero, your cheeks dusted with pinks and reds. He looks confused and surprised, like the words are just coming out of his mouth without his knowledge and he can’t make it stop.

The moment gets ruined when Shouta’s phone starts to ring; he looks at the evil machine with a frown.

“Well, somehow we ended up talking until the afternoon and I need to get Eri from school now.” He sighs. You don’t want this to end. Fuck, you know you are getting way to invested in this and you know he’s not feeling the same about you, but… “Do you want to meet her?” … or he is. Oh god, your heart can barely keep up with the mess of emotions inside you. “I can make us proper lunch after. I’m quite sure Megumi-chan won’t mind you staying out late for one day.” Aizawa doesn’t look into your eyes and it’s so endearing; he makes it sound like it’s not a big deal but you’ve been talking each other’s ears off for hours now yet he doesn’t want you to leave. Your heart stutters and the butterflies are having a blast in your stomach as you shyly nod while biting your lips to ground yourself.

“I would love to.”

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- So. People with prosthetic legs can drive a car but people advice them to get an automatic one for obvious reasons. They can also continue driving with one eye if they have a good enough vision in the other eye to meet the legal standards and are adapted to their new condition. Thank you for listening to all this random information you’ll hopefully never need in your life. 😂

- People can’t pick up cats in cat cafe’s though, so please don’t do that. 🐈

- I really need to stop overthinking this fanfiction.

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[quindolyn]

Please can i request a smut with young sirius black where the reader is very insecure and dosen't think she deserves him. Where he praises her and shows her just how pretty he thinks she is. Could you include daddy kink, praise kink and pet names if you are comfortable with that?

(also thank you for the sympathy Chinese food)

Worthy || Sirius Black

Word Count: 3,654

Notes: Not quite sure how I feel about this, I feel really out of it and have felt like that for a couple of days. I hope you enjoy it though anon, usually I post the request then the piece but doing that makes my blog kind of cluttered and I know I think it’s cleaner when people answer requests like this but I don’t know if I’m going to stick with it.

Warnings: insecure!reader, mad Siri for like 2 seconds, oral (female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, petnames

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“Siri we need to talk.” Yes, be blunt, be straightforward, no beating around the bush. You weren’t going to prolong this any longer than necessary. It was time to set Sirius free, he didn’t need someone like you holding him down, holding him back. And it was time you told him that.

“Yes, poppet?” He quirked an eyebrow, setting his book next to him on the plush couch of the Gryffindor common room. 

“I-I was hoping we could have this conversation in private, in your dorm maybe?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, your anxiety causing bile to rise in your throat, threatening to make you sick all over Sirius’s shoes.

“Everything okay (Y/N)?” He asked you, his eyes swimming with concern as he ushered you up the stairs to his dorm, a hand resting protectively on the small of your back. 

You didn’t answer him, instead going to sit on his bed once you reached the dorm room, toeing at the fringe of the worn carpet that had probably been there for decades, keeping your eyes on your feet instead of meeting the raven haired boy’s eyes. Leaving them instead to gaze at the top of your head. 

“(Y/N/N)? Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

Breathing in deeply you steeled yourself, straightforward, get this over quickly, “We need to break up Sirius.”

“What?” You winced, he sounded angry and you were sure that had you been able to meet his eyes they could’ve portrayed his anger as well.

“I said that we nee-”

“No, I heard you!” He growled, his hands balling into fists, “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want to break up with you, don’t I get a say in this?”

“Well I want to, Sirius, and last I checked it took two people to make a relationship work, we can’t make this work if I don’t want to!” You yelled, finally raising your head to meet his visage and your heart broke.

Sirius looked heartbroken, betrayed, horribly sad, and angry. And for a second you regretted telling him that you wanted to break up in the first place.

Because you didn’t want to, you had to, for Sirius.

“That’s bullshit (Y/N)! Who is it?”

“Sirius?” You asked incredulously, what did he mean ‘who’?

“Who have you been cheating on me with? Who the fuck?” In his anger he picked up a book abandoned on your nightside table, throwing it onto the floor.

“W-What?” You stuttered, trying to keep your tears at bay.

Sirius growled, literally baring his teeth like a feral dog, “You heard me, who the fuck are you cheating on me with? Diggory? Snape?”

“I’m not- I didn’t- I-” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm yourself before continuing, “I didn’t cheat on you Sirius, I would never. This is just what’s best for you.”

“How can not being with you be best for me? I don’t wanna not be with you! Why can’t you get that through your head?” He sounded more desperate now than he did angry now, almost as if he could tell that there was something off with you and your motivations behind your hurtful words.

“You are so much better than me Sirius! You’re wonderful, and you’re smart, you excel in our subjects without even trying, you’re charismatic and witty and just plain funny! Not to mention that you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous, and I’m- I’m not. You’re everything Siri, you’re my moon and my sun and my stars, you’re the whole fucking galaxy and you deserve at least that much. And god damn it, Sirius! I’m nothing! You deserve someone half as wonderful as you are, I’m barely a fraction of a percent.” Your voice broke more at the end than you would’ve liked.

You watched as Sirius’ face fell, his bottom lip wobbling as tears flooded his eyes, which once swam with anger were now drowned in guilt and sorrow. “Puppy,” He sniffled, pulling you up into my arms as he buried his face into your neck, “Puppy, I never meant to make you feel like that. You’re everything, my love, you’re wonderful and perfect for me. I love you so much, I’m so sorry I wasn’t good enough at showing you that.” His grip tightened on you with each word until you could feel him constricting your blood flow.

“S’not your fault Siri, you’re just so much better than me. I feel so bad holding you back.”

He pulled away from you, finally allowing you to properly inhale, cupping your face in his strong hands, tilting your head up so he could look directly into your eyes. 

“You, my love, do not hold me back, you propel me forward every day and make me strive to be a better man for you. Please don’t leave me, baby, not because of this, not because you think I deserve better. I don’t even deserve you, especially if I haven’t made you feel as great as you are.”

You were an idiot. This man loved you, maybe almost as much as you loved him. You couldn’t just leave him, but you also couldn’t stay and continue to hold him back. What the fuck were you supposed to do?

“Siri,” A sob tumbled from your lips as you threw yourself at his toned chest, letting your tear stained cheeks rest against the soft material of his shirt, “Siri I- I’m so sorry I love you so much I just- I just…”

“I know love, I know,” Sirius soothed you, petting your hair with one hand, his other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against him. “But you are wonderful, you are the light of my life. Let me show you how stunning you are, how beautiful and gorgeous I think your body is. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Okay,” You responded, knowing that Sirius would require verbal consent before so much as touching you.

He walked you back until your knees hit against the edge of the bed, easing you down onto the mattress, then pushing your back down so that you were lying on your back, staring up at him through your water logged lashes.

“Look at you baby girl,” He cooed, standing in between your legs, looking down at your form, long curtains of ink black hair falling into his face. 

Feeling heat rush to your face you moved your hands to cover it from the intense gaze of your boyfriend. 

“Hey there pup,” HIs large hands reached for your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face, pinning them to the bed on either side of you, “There you are pretty girl, don’t hide from me please, wanna see my pretty girl.”

“Sorry,” You murmured.

“Don’t have to apologize to me darling, just want to see you.” He began unbuttoning his black button down, his nimble fingers worked quickly, pulling the buttons out of their holes. As he shrugged his shirt off of his body, revealing the entirety of his upper body to you, you felt your mouth go dry, how were you supposed to compare to that?

In your panicked haze, you didn’t notice Sirius’ fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt until you felt the warm pads of his fingertips dancing along the supple flesh of your stomach. A small gasp escaped your parted lips accompanied by a small wince.

“You’re so soft baby, so soft in my hands,” Sirius praised, allowing his rough palms to slide to your waist where they squeezed gently, “Can I take this off of you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, you nodded your consent, raising your arms above your head so that Sirius could slip the garment off of you, letting it drop to the floor next to his feet. You resisted the urge to fold your arms over your now bare torso as Sirius took his time ogling you, he swallowed repeatedly, sure he’d seen you naked before but your body would never cease to take his breath away. 

“Baby,” He crooned, his eyes flying up to meet yours, “Your tits look so pretty in this bra, pretty color on you too, did you buy it for yourself?” Slowly, giving you time to stop him, one of his hands wandered to your clothed breast, giving it a nice squeeze through the lacy pink fabric. 

“Uh huh, bought it over the summer with Lily and Marlene,” You answered, watching his face as he observed your heaving chest, feeling suddenly very courageous you spoke again, “You um, you can take it off if you’d like.”

This brought Sirius’ attention from your chest up to your visage, “You sure m’love, don’t have to take it off yet if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” You gulped, eyes wide, mouth dry, “I want to.”

“Arch your back then for me pup,” Sirius’ deep baritone commanded to which you promptly obeyed, allowing Sirius’ hands to slip between your back and the mattress as he expertly undid the clasp in what must’ve been record time before slipping the delicate straps off of your shoulders.

Not giving you time to be embarrassed at your progressing state of undress Sirius surged forward, slotting your lips with his, drinking from you like you were a canteen of water and he had just hiked through the Sahara. He braced himself on his forearms which rested on either side of your head, letting his tongue trace trace the seal of your lips once, twice, three times, he then plunged deep into the velvet of your warm mouth. He was gentle as he mingled his tongue with yours, brushing against yours with his. 

You let out a small moan into the kiss which had Sirius’ eyes rolling back in his head, “I wanna show you how much I love you (Y/N),” Sirius murmured into your neck as he pulled away from your lips, instead leaving small kisses down the column of your throat, “We can stop if you want to, but if not I need to show you how special you are. Can I show you?”

You managed a small “Yes Daddy,” as you felt him grin into skin.

He looked up at you, eyes twinkling, “Such a good girl for me pup.”

Much to your vexation Sirius pushed himself off of you but you were settled slightly when you saw him start on the button of his pants before doing the zipper and pulling them down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. 

He resumed his position on top of you, gently taking your hand from where it lay on the bed to place it over the soft material of his worn boxers, “You feel that Puppy? You feel how hard my cock is?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“You did that to me!” He beamed down at you, his hair only slightly obstructing his view of you, “That’s how much I love you, how fucking hot you are, got me so hard so quickly, no time at all baby girl and Daddy’s already desperate for you.”

You were unable to prevent the rush of heat to your face at his comment, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell just how flustered he could make you.

With your agreement Sirius finally pulled down your leggings and panties in one fluid motion, gently pulling them off of your feet before he rid himself of his boxers.

“Fuck, love,” He swore before kneeling before you and pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, “So sexy all splayed out for me on your bed, these legs,” His hands ran up and down your calves before venturing up past your knees to your thighs where they gripped the flesh, not hard enough to bruise but just enough to convey his emotion through his loving touch. 

At his repeated praise you felt your wetness beginning to gather in your pussy, a small knot beginning in the pit of your stomach as he traced his lips up your calves, just barely grazing your flesh tickling your skin.

Once he got to your thighs his small kisses became open mouthed, and wet, leaving trails of saliva in his wake as he started leaving dark bruises on your legs. “I love your legs darling, the way they look in your uniform skirt, your leggings, jeans. Love them so much.” He left a soft kiss on the top of your thigh, taking note of the shiver that ran through your body.

Pushing your thighs apart he inched you closer to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders allowing him to face your pussy head on. “Gonna make you feel so good baby, you deserve to feel good.”

He moved his arms to pin your hips to the bed, giving him more control in what he was about to do. He parted your folds with his nose, allowing him to inhale your scent.

“You smell heavenly Puppy, one of my favorite things about you, your pussy smells like heaven, and fuck does it taste good.”

As if to prove his point he leaned forward, licking a broad stripe from your hole up to your clit, letting out a moan at your taste. The vibrations from his moan sent shockwaves through your clit, feeding the knot growing in your stomach you clenched your thighs around his head.

He took it as a sign of encouragement and began sucking on your clit, pulling the sensitive nub between his lips he released hums reveling in the way they made your thighs clench around his head.

You clasped one hand over your mouth in attempts to muffle your moans from spilling out into the dorm room. And though it did do a fine enough job at it, not good enough for Sirius not to hear an especially loud whine when he nipped lightly at your clit.

“Puppy?” He raised his head from between your legs, cocking his head to the side like the puppy that had become synonymous with your name, “Wanna hear you please, want to hear the pretty little noises you make when I eat your cunt.” 

As he spoke he inserted a single finger into your quivering hole, wanting to stretch you out for his cock which was aching and desperate to be buried deep inside of you. With his other hand, he reached for the wrist of the hand covering your mouth, pulling it away from your face to lay on the mattress where he interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing your hand comfortingly.

Hoping you would follow his instruction and let him hear you he ducked down to return his mouth to your clit, sucking on the nub again without stopping his finger which was still making its way in and out of your hole. Not satisfied that he was making you feel good enough he inserted a second finger into your cunt, stretching you out even more.

Sirius smiled into your pussy when he heard you moan, “Fuck Siri!” 

“Come on Puppy,” He pressed a kiss to your hip bone, “That’s not my name, you know it, tell me what my name is good girl.”

“Daddy,” You gasped, thrusting your hips further onto his fingers which still continued their agonizingly slow pace, “Daddy, feels so good.”

“I know baby, I know,” Sirius pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, letting his cheek rest against the soft flesh as he looked up at your writhing, perspiring form, “Gonna stretch you out on one more finger then you should be ready for my cock Pup, one more then I get to be inside of this beautiful cunt.” His gaze drifted to your pussy, which was beautifully swollen for him.

“Please Daddy,” The whimper left your lips with you barely noticing, “Please want your cock.”

“Want to give it to you my love, just gotta get you ready.”

Suddenly feeling the need to be inside of you now, no doubt caused by your begging, he added another finger inside of your cunt, trying not to pay too much mind to the way you clenched around him, afraid that if he did he wouldn’t be able to think straight.

How could someone’s fingers feel so good? The knot in your stomach continued to get tighter and tighter but you still craved more, you needed him inside of you. 

Simultaneously you breathed both a sigh of relief and released a bereft whimper as he pulled his fingers from your cunt, making a show of bringing them to his mouth where he licked them clean, closing his eyes in pleasure as your taste bled across his tongue. 

“You taste so good Puppy, like candy,” Seeing that you obviously didn’t believe him he leaned down so his body was pressed to your and gently eased your mouth open before collecting spit in his mouth and spitting it into your’s. “See? See how good you taste? My favorite taste in the whole wide world. Swallow for me Puppy,” He grinned as you obeyed, “Good girl,” He praised with a kiss to your forehead.

“Now can you scooch up on the bed for me?” Once you were carefully rested further up on the bed, your head lying on a pillow, Sirius climbed on top of you, lining the weeping head of his prick up with your opening. 

You couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips as he fully sheathed himself inside of your heart, the head of his cock prodding at your g spot thanks to the slight curve of the member.

Sirius smiled down at your face which was contorted in pleasure as he guided one of your hands to the base of your stomach, “You feel that? That’s me, that’s how good you take my cock love, I can feel it in your tummy.”

“I can feel it Daddy,” You answered feebly, Sirius’ grey eyes shimmered with adoration and pride as he looked down at your stomach before coming back to meet yours.

“You have the prettiest eyes darling,” He cooed, leaning down to kiss the outer corners of your eyes. He began thrusting in and out of you, his strokes, slow and deep as he took his time pulling out and then pushing back in. 

“So wet for me, slid right in because you were so ready for me baby, and now you’re squeezing me so good.” The praises fell from his lips one after another, wanting to broadcast to you his every thought about how perfect and wonderful you were, hoping that maybe something would be able to get through to you.

The feeling of Sirius inside of you was absolutely heavenly, it was a full feeling unlike any other. His width was just enough to stretch you but not enough to cause too much pain, you wrapped your hands around his neck, burying your face in his chest as he continued moving inside of you. 

“I love you so much, I love you (Y/N), you are my everything darling,” He slowed down his strokes, taking his time with each, “I’m so sorry I haven’t shown you that, but I love you more than I could ever properly tell you. Love you so much that you’re going to make me cum in an embarrassingly short amount of time.”

The both of you giggled at that, knowing that Sirius was usually able to go for multiple rounds, and the slight clenching around his prick as a result of your laughter did nothing to help matters. 

“Could you go a little faster Daddy, please?” You asked timidly, needing more stimulation as the knot in your stomach continued to tighten both at the feeling of Sirius nestled deep inside of you and the flattery he kept serving you. 

“Such good manners Puppy,” He took the note quickly, speeding up his thrusts just enough, “Such a pretty girl taking my cock, your pretty hair all splayed out around you, like a halo. Makes you look like the angel you are.”

For some reason his comment had tears ebbing at your eyes, you barely noticed as a few escaped and rolled down your cheeks.

“Puppy, does it hurt? Why are you crying?” Worry was etched across his features as he gazed down at you, ceasing his thrusts.

“I don’t deserve you,” You blubbered, willing the tears to stop, “You’re just too good for me.”

Sirius leaned down, resuming the movement of his hips, kissing the tears off of your skin, “No I’m not, you deserve me Puppy, you deserve me. And I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You used your arms to pull his chest against yours as he sped up his thrusts, trying to convince you that you deserved this, “I-I’m going to cum Daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum Daddy?”

“Of course Puppy, cum for me, be a good girl and make a mess all over my cock. Be my little messy bunny, gonna cum with you.”

He rocked his hips against yours three more times before he exploded inside of you, rope after rope of cum coating the inside of your walls as you released around him. Making a mess just as he’d told you to, feeling the knot in your stomach unravel, perhaps not as intensely as usual but so much better.

Your whimpers of “Daddy” quieted as your pleasure overwhelmed you, drowning you in your orgasm as you continued to clench around Sirius’ cock, hips still bucking to meet his.

In his release Sirius repeated “I love you”, over and over again, chanting it like it was a prayer, like a promise.

“I love you,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cupid's bow as you unclenched your eyes, “And I’m going to spend the rest of my love showing you just how much.”

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[angelsswirl]

Slide

Summary: You're the 5th member of BLACKPINK. You're in the middle of practicing for your solo stage when your dance partner has to back out. Lisa, being the fantastic best friend that she is, decides to help you practice.

Rating: Mature for smut and language

Word Count: 2k+

Requested: No

Notes: This was just something that was begging to be written. If you would like to request for BLACKPINK please send in an ask! Girl x Girl pairings only please. Anyway, enjoy!

Doin' our thing, movin' too fast Candy paint with the windows all black

To say you had been looking forward to your first solo stage was an understatement. You were bounds passed excited and any other possible synonym.

You loved your members more than words could say, but you had longed for the chance to showcase your passion for dancing to your fans. And, expectedly, your members were very supportive.

So, when you got the news that you were to do a solo stage for some award show you didn't bother listening for, you began to practice as hard and as frequently as you possibly could.

Your dance partner, a boy you had known since your trainee days and who was now a choreographer for YGE, had also been very helpful throughout the process. The dance that you two had generated was rather sexy, and never once did he make you uncomfortable.

You're sure that if you weren't head over heels for someone else, you would be with him. He was the perfect gentleman. Well, he was a perfect gentleman when he wasn't half an hour late for your session.

You glared into the mirror as you stretched for the fourth time within the last fifteen minutes. You swiped imaginary dust off of your black biker shorts, then did the same to your plain white air force 1s. He chose today of all days to be late. Today you were supposed to film your dance practice.

You stood in front of the mirror for twenty more agonizing seconds before giving up and grabbing your phone out of your jacket pocket. You frowned at the lint that had collected on the screen and wiped it off on your tank top.

You had one message from Jisoo, asking what you wanted for dinner. That was it.

You huffed as you opened your message app, bypassing Jisoo's message and reaching your thread with Lino.

You: Oppa!! Where are you?! You know I don't think it's cute or endearing when you're late!

Lino: Oh sorry, babe! So, funniest thing happened. I sprained my ankle playing basketball this morning. I could've sworn I texted you earlier but I guess the painkillers are effecting more than just my ankle😭🤪

You: oh no, Li! Are you okay? How am I supposed to practice now?

Lino: I'm fine, Y/N/N. I'll be back to normal before the stage. And not that you need to practice anymore, but don't worry, I called in some reinforcements.

You were in the middle of asking him what could that possibly mean, when a knock sounded from behind.

"There you are, unnie, I've been looking all over for you."

You tried to fight off a blush.

Lino: you're welcome in advance. and make sure not to do anything I wouldn't do.😉

You refrained from asking what he meant by that, if only because the owner of the voice was slowly approaching you.

You placed your phone back onto your pile of belongings in the corner of the room. You then spun on your heels to face the girl who had just entered the practice room.

"Why were you looking for me?"

Lisa stopped moving toward you, "Lino didn't tell you? He asked me to replace him for the day. Which I found weird because I'm pretty sure he knows I hate him."

You giggled at the younger girl, it was indeed a well known fact around YG that Lisa couldn't stand Lino on a good day. It was especially funny to you, considering your member normally liked everyone she met.

"Why do you hate him so much?" You blushed again at the frown that question resulted in. It was clear Lino was a sore subject, but you and the rest of your members had never been privy to why exactly.

Maybe if you knew, you could solve the problem for the both of them. Then everyone would be happy. And that's all you wanted. For Lisa to be happy.

"....It's childish. Don't worry about it." Lisa crossed her arms over her chest. Her incredibly large flannel wasn't doing much to cover the fact that she was only wearing a Calvin Klein bra underneath. In contrast, her baggy sweatpants left much to the imagination. You only tried not to stare.

Your crush on Lisa was well documented by Jennie, Jisoo, and Rosé. The only person that hadn't seem to notice was Lisa. Hell, even Lino knew.

In hindsight, you're not really sure how you ever could've stopped yourself from falling for her. She was beautiful, talented, passionate, and possessed a sense of humor that, admittedly, could be better but she was cute! You love her. You never stood a chance. She just doesn't know it, and you didn't plan on telling her anytime soon.

"Well, if you hate him so much why'd you do him a favor?"

"I'd do anything for you."

You choked on a gasp. Lisa didn't seem too fazed by what she had said, but you were as fazed as one could ever be.

You cleared your throat, "Well, that's nice of you. But, you don't know the choreography and the camera guy is supposed to get here in 55 minutes."

"Of course I know the choreography. Lino sent me a video about half an hour ago." Lisa looked mildly offended that you thought she wouldn't learn an entire routine in just half an hour for you.

"And you're okay with that? It's a pretty sexy dance and you'd be doing the "boy" part." At this point you were practically begging for her to change her mind. You don't think you could handle being that close to Lisa alone.

"I think I'll be able to manage." Lisa smirked and stuffed her hands in her sweats pockets.

You nodded silently.

Okay, Y/N. You can do this. She's just your best friend who you're in love with. It doesn't mean anything when you grind onto her just like it doesn't mean anything with Lino.

You took a deep breath, "Okay, lets get started. Did you stretch?"

Lisa queued up the music on the stereo with a laugh, "I've been dancing all day. I think I'm as limber as a slinky at this point."

So much for your last ditch attempt at stalling.

"You ready?" The slightly taller woman offered up her hand to you. You took it with a short nod. Okay, if you can't trust yourself, hopefully you can trust Lisa.

"Great." Lisa backed away from you as the first thirty seconds of the song was just you.

She pressed a singular button on the remote and the music began. As soon as it did, you were consumed by the music and even managed to forget Lisa was behind you, watching you intensely.

All you wanna do is gas me How we end up in the backseat? Just tryna get to the bag We on the same page, you the same way

You body rolled probably more intensely than you normally did. You told yourself it was because you were practicing for when the camera man arrived and not because Lisa was watching you.

Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, hey Up all night, baby, when we goin' slide? Oh, yeah, yeah Baby, when we goin' slide? Slide, slide, slide, slide

As soon as Lisa sidled up to you, you gulped heavily. She had barely even participated yet and you were already thinking less than appropriate thoughts.

Thoughts like what would it be like if she turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. Or worse, the mirror.

Her body rolled in times with yours, at times it seemed like you two fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece. It also goes to show just close you actually were to each other.

She began to guide you into the next move. Her arm wrapped around your waist as you pivot in a circle together. The move involved you being crouched so low to the ground that you're practically sitting on her lap.

And the worst part about it, it's become at least 20 degrees hotter in the room, and you can't tell if Lisa has even noticed.

Then again, maybe the warm wisp breath tickling your ear said otherwise.

Eventually, the music came to an end, but Lisa had yet to retreat from your back. You feel fortunate that you're facing away from the mirror, because you definitely would have gotten attached to that picture.

"Lisa..." You whispered breathily. You're sure the lack of air in your lungs has to do with Lisa still being pressed up against your back, holding you.

"I don't think I want you doing that with anyone else ever again." She whispered softly into your ear.

You stayed silent, you don't trust your voice.

"Are you and Lino..." Her voice trailed off, but you knew what she had intended to say.

"No."

"Good."

And before you can even think of anything to maybe choke out in response, her lips are attached to yours in a kiss that would probably take your breath away if you were ever breathing when she was near.

"Lisa."

"You've been doing this on purpose, haven't you, unnie?"

Her lips travelled down your neck leaving fire in their wake. You rolled your head back, your head coming into contact with the wall length mirror.

"D-doing what?"

"Trying to make me jealous." You felt her hands slowly trail down your body. One landed on your hip, while the other harshly cupped your center through your shorts.

You let out a strangled groan.

"You have to be quiet, unnie. Wouldn't want to be caught like this, now would you?"

You could practically feel yourself get wetter by the second. You didn't want to be caught with your member's hand down your shorts, but then again the thought was just so hot.

Lisa traced the outline of your center. Your hips bucked at the sensation. The other dancer only chuckled. You sort of felt like you were being punished for something you weren't aware of doing.

"Lisa, I nee-

She cut you off with a searing kiss. You nipped at her bottom lip. She moaned in response. Your hands that had since been resting precariously around her neck, slid to her exposed bra.

Lisa choked back another groan, "No, Y/N, this is only about you tonight."

The hand of hers that wasn't teasing your pussy mercilessly, guided your arms above your head.

"You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked."

You really wished she would stop talking. You're already drenched beyond belief, and she hadn't even actually touched you yet.

You feel a hand slide under your bra at the same time that Lisa finally dipped her fingers under your shorts.

"Fuck, where are you panties?" Lisa moaned.

You didn't bother to answer.

You moaned obscenely as Lisa slowly stroked over your outer lips, easily slipping through.

"You're soaked." She circled your clit slowly, watching with a small smirk as your hips flexed and buck underneath her hand.

You were panting now, Lisa was exactly where you wanted her, yet you were still being teased. Your hips move on their own accord, trying to force Lisa to to slip inside of you.

"Lisa, please."

Lisa continued to trail her fingers through slick folds. She soon decided she might as well give you what you wanted, you two were running out of time the longer she tortured you.

Her finger slipped into you easily, the resulting moan is the loudest one yet and just as sinful as the previous ones. You were trying your best to be quiet, but it was hard when you're deepest fantasies were coming true, and everything just felt so darn good.

Lisa eyed your face through her eyelashes. Your hips buckled once again and Lisa took that as her queue to resume moving.

She pulled out then, pushed back in slowly, her palm catching on your swollen clit.

You whimpered and panted, urging Lisa to pick up speed. And she happily obliged. She added a second finger and entered you again.

"You look so hot like this."

She pumped into you about as hard as the angle she was at let her, but it seemed to be enough for you. You rolled your hips against Lisa's hand, your moans increasing in pitch and volume until Lisa muffled you without another passionate kiss.

"Fuck, Lisa!"

It's not much longer that you let go into Lisa's hand. You breathed deeply and your back arched away from the mirror. Bringing you even closer to Lisa than you already were. She stroked you idly as you came down from your high.

When your senses finally returned to you, you smiled at the woman in front of you. Then you slapped her arm.

"Ow. What was that for?!" Lisa rubbed at her arm with a pout. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics.

"For making me think you didn't like me back! This entire time I thought this was completely one-sided." It was your turn to pout. You even crossed your arms for good measure.

"You didn't ask." Lisa shrugged.

You glared at her.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to say? 'Unnie, I've had a crush on you since we met, please go on a date with me, and stop talking to Lino. I hate him.' That sounds stupid."

"I love you, I wouldn't have thought it was stupid." You fixed your hands on the collar of her flannel.

"You love me?"

"Yeah. Probably since we met and you tripped and fell right in front of me." You giggled at the memory. Lisa rolled her eyes, but blushed.

"I love you, too. Probably since we met and I tripped and fell right in front of you and you didn't laugh at me like everyone else did."

You only ducked your head down to smile softly at the floor.

"Go on a date with me." Lisa more stated than asked.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Ooh I got five, you know it's all live Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide?

#blackpink fanfic #lisa x reader #lisa manoban #lisa fanfic #jesssica's fanfic #blackpink

[girlllthatsgrim]

NSFW Alphabet (Harry Potter Version)

Remus Lupin

A= Aftercare

I think Remus would be very attentive almost to the point where it would be unnecessary; this might be the case because since he is a werewolf, he instinctively would just want his partner to be okay even if sex was wonderful. He’s so afraid that he might hurt someone he loves that he “micromanages” them, which could annoy some girls.

B= Body Part

Since I think Remus has been through so much even from an early age, he wouldn’t think that highly of himself in terms of a favorite body part. Most of the girls I think would love his shoulders since he was probably the tallest out of the Marauders. What girl doesn’t like nice, broad shoulders? His favorite part of a woman would be the breasts unlike his other pals.

C= Cum

Since he’s a breast guy, I think Remus would love shooting on your breasts and swirl his semen around your nipples. In terms of load, I don’t think he would ejactulate a lot generally.

D= Dirty Secret

I could see Remus being a submissive in the bedroom and I think he honestly wouldn’t want his partner to know about it because perhaps she might think less of him; Remus would like being a submissive for two reasons: 1) he’s a werewolf and leaving his girlfriend in charge of him would be the safest option. 2) it’s more pleasurable for him in his eyes.

E= Experience

Remus wasn’t quite the catch as James and Sirius were in their days of Hogwarts, but girls still found him attractive. For this reason, Remus wouldn’t have had too much experience and he would be totally fine with it. He probably had 2 or 3 girlfriends in the 7 years he was at Hogwarts.

F= Favorite Position

Any position where you’re on top and he can see your breasts bounce.

G= Goofy

I think Remus is a funny guy; his humor has less bite to it than James and he isn’t as smooth as Sirius, but his jokes will make you laugh. I can just see him, as you sort through underwear in Victoria Secret, asking the women who work there: “What is Victoria’s Secret?” In the bedroom, I think he would be more composed, but not serious: he would crack 1 or 2 jokes, but none on the level of James.

H= Hair

Remus doesn’t look like the guy that’s out to impress anyone or look for anyone’s approval so I don’t think he would at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if he told his lady love to not bother with shaving because I think he embraces natural beauty more than the others.

I= Intimacy

I think Remus would be intimate in the bedroom; that’s a no-brainer, but I can’t help but think he would hold back his true feelings when he has sex with a woman. Why? Well, it has a lot to do with being a werewolf and how that hangs over his head constantly. He would probably kiss you once or twice, but then that’s it.

J= Jack off

I don’t think Remus would masturbate that much because I believe he has a lot self-control.

K= Kink

Just because his self-control level is quite high, I don’t think that would stop him from loving handjobs from his partner - specifically in the realm of CBT. Even though he is a submissive, the CBT Remus is into is not extreme, but he would get off on the fact that his testicles are tied with rope while you give him a rough handjob from behind him.

L= Location

Remus, although fun to be around, wouldn’t be as adventurous as James and Sirius; they would be the ones to persuade you to have sex near the black lake in the wee hours of the night, but not Remus. He would strictly want to do the deed in bed, his or yours.

M= Motivation

Although he appreciates natural beauty, I think Remus would be a sucker for lingerie - especially the bras. If you and him went to Victoria Secret’s together, he wouldn’t want to leave because all the brassieres and underwear look so sexy on you.

N= No

Hurting you is the last thing he would ever want to do so I don’t think he would be too keen on engaging in rough sex like hair pulling, slapping, rough thrusts etc.

O= Oral

Remus is more of a giver than a receiver because I think he would feed off of your pleasure; your expressions would drive him mad as he ate you out. Let’s not forget that he is also playing with your breasts that he oh-so loves and twisting your nipples until they’re as hard as acorns.

P= Pace

Remus isn’t rough at all; he’s too cautious to even be that way so I think his pace most of the time is rather slow. The only time he would go faster is when he’s reaching his climax.

Q= Quickie

I honestly don’t think he would be into them at all. His self-control is quite high so, even if your bra was poking out of your robes or something, he wouldn’t be bothered. But he would like what he saw and probably tease you lightly about it.

R= Risk

His girlfriend is the center of his world and I don’t think Remus would jeopardize that by trying something new or risky - especially because he’s also a werewolf. He is also a Marauder, but I think he’s one of the more sensible ones who can basically tell when a plane crash is about to happen. His risk-taking level is quite low for that reason, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t fun though.

S= Stamina

If Remus wasn’t a werewolf, I would say that his stamina is quite average, however, because he is a werewolf his stamina is probably crazy high - almost superhuman. He could go on for days because of the added strength of a werewolf. The only reason that he doesn’t is because of you. He’s not going to do the deed if you’re passed out on the bed after the 15th round. It’s not his style.

T= Toys

Remus wouldn’t use toys. Plain and simple.

U= Unfair

Remus is a light teaser. I can just imagine him eating a girl out and doing long, languid licks even if he asks you to go faster. Or he might lick at you with his tongue erratically. Something like this, but it wouldn’t continue for long unlike sex with James.

V= Volume

At this point, we can draw a scale as to who would be louder or softer. I already said that Sirius would be the loudest and in my opinion, Remus wouldn’t be loud at all; he would moan and groan, but not shout or yell like I think Sirius would.

W= Wildcard

Like James, I think Remus would also appreciate a good massage; something calming such as myrrh oil would be good for him. Specifically myrrh because it’s not too sweet, but it still smells nice and it helps to loosen his shoulder muscles. He would also give you a massage as well - especially your breasts.

X= X-ray

Flaccid: 7

Erect: 9

Remus is probably the biggest in this whole series and he would be quite shy about it because he is way above average.

Y= Yearning

I think he would have a pretty high sex drive, but he keeps it well hidden until he and his lady are in the right setting.

Z= ZZZ

You would fall asleep before him after doing 10 rounds then after about an hour of meditation( which helps him to level out his sex drive for him I think) then he would fall asleep. I think because his sex drive and stamina is higher than normal Remus would always have to reel himself back to his equilibrium because if he doesn’t, he knows that he would go on even longer and wear his lover out thin.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 2, 955

 Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18. 

Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok  if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope. 

It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here. 

I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms). 

My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?

The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.

Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?

Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.

“Hi there stranger,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.

“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”

I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie. 

“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.” 

“Why did you think that?”

Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.

“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”

My face heats up at the meant of no bra. 

“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”

Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks. 

“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”

I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks. 

“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu. 

Jimin hums. 

“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”

I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.

“Daria sound good?”

Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm. 

“Of course.” 

I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along. 

“You want anything?”

I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear. 

“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me. 

Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag. 

“Do you want me to pause?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“No, you enjoy it,” he says. 

I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice. 

“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn. 

“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say. 

Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany. 

“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says. 

We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car. 

“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.   

I nod as I take a sip of soda. 

“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”

Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy. 

“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”

I nearly choke on my soda. 

“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”

Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.

“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”

I cannot believe this man is asking this. 

“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”

Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.

My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.

“No, but-”

He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one. 

“But?” he asks. 

“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”

Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment. 

“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks. 

“Jimin-”

His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle. 

“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again. 

“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”

His words send my head into a daze. 

“Jimin, wait,” I say. 

Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.

“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks. 

A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.

“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”

Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.

“Did I read you wrong?” he asks. 

“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”

Jimin grins sheepishly. 

“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”

“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”

Jimin’s face lights up. 

“R-Really?”

I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs. 

“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says. 

My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?

“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”

His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together. 

“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest. 

“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”

“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”

Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in. 

“Of course I can.”

Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck. 

“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”

Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own. 

“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”

I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist. 

“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me. 

“Jimin, I want to, I just.”

Jimin squeezes my hand. 

“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I  say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”

Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. 

“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”

Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs. 

“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan. 

Jimin chuckles. 

“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.” 

I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him. 

“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans. 

“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought. 

Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire. 

“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”

I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans. 

“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.

Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”

I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me. 

“Would you like me to touch you, here?”

With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats. 

“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.

“Yes Jimin.”

A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”

He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace. 

“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”

 Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more. 

“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”

His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit. 

“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”

“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration. 

“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”

“I-”

Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble. 

“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!” 

His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly. 

“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”

He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?

“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”

“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”

Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room. 

That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue. 

“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”

I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess. 

“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”

Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own. 

“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth. 

“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”

Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away. 

“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper. 

My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length. 

“Ah, slow down,” he groans. 

I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.

“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”

I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him. 

“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”

I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him. 

“Jagi,” he moans. 

“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”

His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak. 

“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”

I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.

He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline. 

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”

Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss. 

“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?” 

Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. 

“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”

“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”                

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 11 - Big Girl

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,545

warnings - language, body insecurities, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy kink

additional notes at the end

(previous)

As soon as she got out of the shower, Alice saw she had gotten a text from Dean.

Dean: Do you have a favorite movie?

She responded almost instantly: I have three

Dean: What are they?

Alice: The Princess Bride because it's funny, Matilda because it kind of helped me decide to be a teacher, and Good Will Hunting

Dean: You don't have a reason for that one?

At this, she hesitated. She did have a reason, but the reason led into her talking about her dreams of pursuing a masters degree which would inevitably lead to her talking about Greg which she didn't want to do. So, she simplified.

Alice: There's a lot of reasons. It's complex and tragic but also moving and beautiful. It makes me feel feelings lol

Dean: Got it. You coming over soon?

Alice: Just gotta pack my bag and I'll be right over

When Alice got to Dean's building, she went inside the lobby and saw the usual man at the reception desk. She walked over to him. "Derek, right?" she said.

"Yes ma'am," he said. "You're a friend of Mr. Winchester, correct?"

"Yeah, Alice Berkley," she said, reaching her hand out for him to shake.

"How can I help you, Ms. Berkley?" he asked. She felt herself blush at his formal tone.

"You can just call me Alice," she said to him.

He smiled. "Well how can I help you, Alice?"

"You can tell me how to get to Dean's place without Dean," she said. "Every time I've been here, he's been with me."

"Well, you would need Mr. Winchester's key or key code," he said.

"And I don't have either of those," she said with a chuckle. "I'll just give him a call then."

"I would let you in myself," Derek said, "but I can't break protocol."

"It's fine," she said with a wave of her hand. "Thank you though."

She called Dean, and he was down in less than a minute. He greeted Derek before taking Alice's hand and walking with her over to the elevator.

"I would write down my key code for you," he said, "but I don't like anyone having it written down anywhere just in case it gets into the wrong hands. You can always memorize it though."

"Or I can just make you come down whenever I come over," she teased. Dean playfully rolled his eyes.

"It's six digits," he said. "091305."

"Is that a date or something?" she asked.

"Nah," he said. "Just some random numbers. I try not to make any codes dates because those can be too easy to guess. You'd think putting my mom's birthday or something would be smart, but those dates aren't as safe as you think, especially not for me when I've got about a hundred people who are always out to get me." She nodded in understanding just as the elevator doors opened. She was surprised to see Dean had brought her up to the terrace and not to his apartment. "What're we doing up here?" she asked.

"I'll show you," he said. She furrowed her eyebrows but nodded. When they walked over to the couches, she noticed a huge screen opposite them. Her jaw dropped as she looked at him.

"When did you get this?" she asked, motioning to the projector. He just smiled and sat down on the daybed, patting the spot between his legs for her to sit. She did, and he grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over their bodies. She noticed then that there was a fire going in a fancy looking pit next to the bed.

"Is this why you asked for my favorite movie?" she asked. He, again, rather than answering, picked up the remote and turned on the projector, showing that he had The Princess Bride queued up on Disney+. Just after he pressed play, he handed her a glass of wine. She hadn't even noticed the snacks and bottle of wine on the table next to them. "You're too much," she said to him with a smile and a shake of her head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said, kissing her cheek with a grin.

"Well I feel a little outmatched," she said, "considering I took you bowling and you're literally fulfilling a dream date of mine I've had since high school." Dean lifted her chin and turned it so she was looking at him.

"This isn't a competition," he said. "I'm gonna love any date you ever plan as long as it means I get to spend time with you."

"Aww," she teased, "you're such a sap." Dean grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Watch your movie."

She thought at first that it would be hard to concentrate on the film when she was so close to Dean, but she underestimated how much she loved The Princess Bride. She didn't even notice Dean watch her as she mouthed the words during some of her favorite scenes or the way her eyes lit up and the corners squinted with every smile and laugh. He liked watching her so much, he almost forgot to watch the movie.

As the movie got closer to the end, Alice did find her mind started to wander. How was she going to tell Dean she wanted to do something? What did she want to do? She wasn't ready for sex yet, but she wanted more than just humping his thigh like the last time. But if she wanted him to use his mouth on her -the thought alone made her shiver, but she was able to pass it off as being cold- didn't that mean she had to do the same for him? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him a blowjob. But that was selfish, right? Didn't guys expect mutual reciprocation? Was she stupid for not being ready to give him a blowjob? Was that something she should always have been ready for? Was she making it a bigger deal that it actually was?

God, she thought to herself. Why am I like this?

The movie ended, and Dean turned off the projector. She put down her wine glass -it had been empty for a while now- and turned to face Dean. He looked at her, somewhat amused, as she straddled his waist. He didn't get to keep that amused look for very long, because she pressed her lips to his. He put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head. She could get drunk off his lips, and kissing him made a lot of her fears of the moment go away.

She broke her lips away from his and started kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck up to his ear. "Dean," she breathed in his ear. He hummed back. She couldn't see him, but his eyes were closed as her lips ghosted over his skin. Instead of saying anything, she took his hand and brought it down her body, prompting him to cup her clothed pussy. She sighed against his skin, and his eyes popped open. He hesitantly started rubbing her, and she gasped at the feeling.

"Do you want me to make you cum again?" he asked. She nodded, glad he got the hint without her having to say it. "What do you want me to do?" She bit her lower lip. Maybe he was going to make her say it. She really didn't want to. Why was she so bad at this? Why would he want to be with someone who was so bad at this? He must've been able to sense her nerves, because he started tracing his fingers up and down her spine. "It's okay, sweetheart," he said. "Maybe I can ask you if you want something, and you can say yes or no, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. While he had one hand on her back, his other hand was still lightly cupping her pussy.

"Do you want to ride my thigh again?" he asked. She shook her head no, and he tsked. "Want you to use your words," he said. "Talk to me like a big girl."

Why did those words make her tummy clench?

"No," she whispered.

"Okay," he said, kissing her neck and rubbing her pussy over her shorts. "Do you want me to get you off like this? I can rub just like this-" He pressed a little harder, and she jumped at the action. "-and get you off real nice. Do you want that?"

She swallowed thickly. "No." Dean smiled and lightly bit the skin of her neck.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" he asked. "You want me to put my mouth on that pretty pussy?" She shivered and gripped his biceps in her fingers.

There it is, Dean thought to himself.

"You can say it, sweetheart," he whispered. "Just say yes or no." Her eyes squeezed shut, and she rolled her hips against his hand.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yeah?" he pressed.

She nodded. "Yes."

Dean rolled her over so she was on her back, and it made her squeak in surprise. He smiled and kissed her softly, hoping to ease some of the nerves he could tell she still had. He kept his lips on hers while starting to untie the top she was wearing. "I want you to know," he said, kissing down her body as more and more skin was exposed, "that you can say stop whenever you want, and I'll stop."

"Okay," she whispered. She looked down at him and felt her heart leap in her throat. He wasn't looking up at her because his eyes were too focused on marveling at her body. He pushed the top open and helped her sit up to pull it off. He licked his lips when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra, and he kissed her chest, sucking one of her nipples between his teeth, and lightly bit on the flesh before releasing it. He did the same to the other, smiling at the way she was already squirming.

"I'm gonna take these off now," he said, playing with the waistband of her jean shorts.

"Okay," she whispered again. He tugged them down, kissing each inch of her thighs that was exposed. She was wearing a plain pair of black underwear, but Dean wasn't sure he had ever seen anything sexier. He looked up at her through his eyelashes to see she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were trained up at the sky, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He nuzzled his nose against her thigh and kissed it, then tucked his thumbs in the fabric of her underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs. He tossed the underwear to the side and pushed her legs open.

Alice swore she heard him sigh when he finally opened her up to him, and it made her close her legs and put her face in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, "did I do something wrong? Did I mess up?"

"What?" Dean asked, flashing his eyes up to her. "What do you mean? Did you mess up having a vagina?"

"No!" she whined, moving to cover her face with her arms. She mumbled something that she knew Dean didn't catch. He leaned up and moved her arms away from her face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She didn't even want to look at him. She was so embarrassed. Finally, she just puffed a breath of air out past her lips.

"I shaved down there for the first time for you and I heard you sigh and I thought I did something wrong."

She immediately covered her face with her hands again, wishing internally that the bed would swallow her whole so she could get out of this moment. Dean moved her hands away again. "You shaved down there for me?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed but his eyes showing slight amusement. She just nodded, feeling like her cheeks were never going to go back to their normal tint. "Sweetheart, you didn't have to do that." She started playing with her hands and looked down so she didn't have to look at him.

"I didn't want you to think I was gross," she mumbled. As she glanced back up at Dean, she saw he was frowning.

"Alice," he said, "you don't ever have to change anything about yourself for me. Not where you grow your hair or don't grow your hair, or what clothes you wear or don't wear, or anything like that. If you want to shave, that's okay, but do that for you, not for me."

"I just know most boys don't like hair down there," she told him. At that, a little smirk grew on his face.

"Well, maybe boys don't," he said. "But men, well, men don't care about that at all."

"You don't?" she asked, nibbling on her lip.

"Honest," he said. "I just want you to be comfortable." He paused and stroked her cheek. "Are you comfortable?" She nodded, and Dean smiled. "Okay," he whispered. He pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved back down her body to push her legs apart again so he could see all of her. He kissed her thighs gently, and she let out a shaky breath. Alice didn't know what to do with her hands, so she ended up resting them above her head and gripping her own hair that was fanned out onto the pillow. She could feel Dean's beard scratch her thighs as he moved his lips closer to her pussy. His hot breath fanned over her, and the suspense of waiting for him to do something was killing her.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Dean suddenly asked her. Her mouth closed as she looked down at him. As soon as her eyes met his, she tilted her head back up and closed her eyes again.

"No," she whispered.

Dean wanted to take his time. This was the first time anyone touched her pussy. That was something to savor. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were already parted. God, if he could take a picture-

Was he lucky or what?

He hummed and kissed her thigh again. She waited, heart pounding, for him to do something, and she jumped when his tongue finally touched her. He pushed his tongue between her lips, sliding up and down with long, slow strokes. Her thighs moved closer to his head, but Dean held them apart with his hands. He held them close enough to him though that she could still feel the scratch of his beard against her skin. With every lick of his tongue, he moved deeper and a little faster. At one point, he moaned, and the vibration caused her lips to part as she let out a breathy, "Oh."

Dean smiled against her and moved his tongue a little faster until finally, he flicked her clit and looked up at her for her reaction. She shrieked and grabbed his head, so he stopped his movements. She didn't say anything, and her eyes were still closed. With a smile, he tentatively pressed his tongue flat against her clit, massaging it in slow circles. "Daddy," she whined, lifting her hips.

Dean's actions froze, and he looked up at her. Alice's eyes had grown wide, and she refused to look down at him. She was mortified. Did she really just say that out loud? Crap. Crap. Stupid Christine putting the daddy kink thoughts in her head. That felt like ages ago. Why was it coming to her brain now?

"Look at me," Dean said, his voice commanding. She obeyed immediately. He kept his eyes on her as he pressed his tongue against her clit again, massaging it even more slowly than he had before. She closed her eyes, and Dean growled, lightly nipping her thigh. "Eyes on daddy," he ordered. She tugged her fingers through his locks, nodding her head and looking down to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he said. "Now, what do you want?"

"I, I don't know," she whimpered, her breathing heavy. "More."

"More?" he repeated.

"I-" She whined and lifted her hips again, fighting against his arm that had loosened its grip on her. "I don't know, Dean. More."

"Can I try a finger?" he asked. Her head was hazy with pleasure, hating that he was doing so much talking and not so much doing.

"Yes," she said. "Just, please, daddy."

Her words made him growl and bring his lips back down to her core. He had to stop himself from shoving his fingers in her without warning. The things she did to him. He licked slowly across her lips again before focusing on her clit once more. While keeping pressure on her clit, he brought his pointer finger to her opening and slowly slid it in. She whimpered, and Dean noticed her thighs tense. He pulled his lips away and kissed her thigh. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mhm," she hummed, not looking down at him. "Just feels different." Dean nodded and pulled his finger out to drag some of her slick onto her clit. He slid his finger back in and used his thumb to rub circles on her clit. "Dean," she moaned, her grip on his hair getting tighter. He could feel her squeezing his finger, and he couldn't imagine how she would squeeze his cock once the day came. For now, he focused on easing another finger inside her. She was writhing on the bed, and he used his free arm to once again hold her down to the bed.

"Dean," she said through heavy breaths. "I think, I think I'm gonna cum."

"I can feel you getting tighter," he said, kissing across her thighs again. "Cum for daddy, sweetheart." When he curved his fingers, finding her g-spot with ease and pressing up against it, she let out a soft cry and came around his fingers. The feeling clearly caught her off guard, because she tried to scoot away from Dean's touch. He held her down and shushed her, slowing his fingers down, removing the pressure on her clit, and helping her ride out her orgasm.

When her body relaxed, Dean pulled his fingers out of her. She whined at the feeling, and he chuckled before sucking his fingers clean. She hadn't moved, and her eyes were still closed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was opening and closing her mouth like it was dry. "Sweetheart," Dean said, lightly tugging her leg to get her attention.

"Hm?" she hummed, not opening her eyes. He couldn't hide his grin.

"How about I run you a bath?" he offered.

A bath. That sounded heavenly. She nodded but didn't bother moving from the bed, and she heard Dean laugh again. "Okay," he said. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her, then lifted her off the daybed and carried her bridal style back to the elevator. When they got back into the house, he brought her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed, then kissed her forehead. Her eyes were still closed, and he couldn't fight the chuckle that left his lips as he stroked her cheek. "I'll go run you a bath and get you some water," he said, "and then I'll help you into the tub, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered.

Alice wasn't sure how long Dean was gone, but she hardly reacted when he lifted her from the bed, carried her into the bathroom, and helped her into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, and she moaned in relaxation. Dean felt his still hard dick twitch in his pants, but he ignored it.

In time.

Dean took off his jeans just so he could sit on the edge of the bathtub without getting them wet and rested his legs behind her back. "Want me to wash your hair?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't help but smile. Had that one orgasm really worn her out that much? It was endearing.

"Can you get your hair wet for me, sweetheart?" he asked. She nodded and tilted her head back into the tub, her eyes closed, as she wet her hair. When she sat back up, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed. He squeezed some shampoo on his hand and worked it into her hair. She hummed contently, and he could see her shoulders relax.

He couldn't stop himself.

"So you want to call me daddy?"

Alice's shoulders tensed just as fast as they had relaxed, and he only felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry," she said. "It just, it slipped out. It was weird, I'm so sorry." She put her face in her hands, and Dean's guilt increased. He slid over so he was sitting on the side of the tub and moved her hands, then lifted her chin. She looked silly with the shampooed hair sitting in a pile on top of her head. Her face was wet now, and her lower lip was jutted out in a pout. Dean couldn't help but grin and reach out to lightly pinch her bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"Don't say sorry," he said. "You don't need to be sorry for something like that."

"It's not weird?" she asked. Dean licked his lips, lifted her hand, and brought it to his still somewhat stiff cock. She took in a sharp breath, and he noticed her cheeks turn red.

"That's what you did to me, Alice," he said. "And that's not even the hardest I've been tonight."

"And that's cuz I called you daddy?" she asked. His dick twitched at the name, and her lips parted at the feeling. She got flustered and let her hand drop. Dean lifted her chin again so she was looking at him.

"That's cuz you called me daddy, came on my fingers, and cuz you taste so fucking sweet," he said, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her gently and pulled away, keeping his lips close to hers as he said, "I'm half hard every time I'm around you, baby. That's what you do to me."

Dean finished washing her hair and brought down the detachable showerhead to help her rinse it out. He grinned, thinking about how someday he'd give her an orgasm with that. But not tonight.

He got her a clean towel and helped her out of the tub, wrapping the cloth around her body. She was complacent as he helped her into the underwear she brought in her bag and the Led Zeppelin t-shirt she usually wore to bed. In the bag she brought with her was a brush, so Alice got it out and untangled her hair so she could braid it over her shoulder. She noticed him staring at her, and she cocked her head to the side. "What?" she asked. Dean blinked as if he needed to refocus, then shrugged.

"Lexi always asks me to braid her hair," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "Don't Jess and Hannah know how to braid?"

"They do," he said, a smirk growing on his face. "But I'm her favorite." She rolled her eyes with a smile, and Dean changed into a clean shirt and joined her on the bed. She undid her braid and patted the bed behind her. He raised his eyebrows at her.

"C'mon," she said. "Let me teach you." He still looked skeptical. "Wasn't it you who said that if you're going to teach me stuff, I should be teaching you something too?"

At this, Dean laughed and obliged. Alice handed him the hairbrush, and he brushed out her long locks, pushing it to the side a few times so he could kiss her neck, which always resulted in her giggling until she made him focus again. "Should I teach you a normal braid or a french braid?" she asked.

"I think I can handle a normal braid without you teaching me," he said. Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows.

"Prove it," she said.

Yeah, he needed help.

The pair spent at least twenty minutes in bed as Dean tried to braid her hair. He managed a regular braid after only two tries, but once she started to teach him the french braid, he got easily frustrated and kept taking it all apart and starting over whenever he got confused. When he finally gave up, she did the french braid herself and tied it off with the elastic she had around her wrist. "Don't worry," she teased, "we'll keep practicing. I wouldn't want you to let Lexi down."

Dean chuckled, and they both laid down under the covers. She turned on her side so she was facing him. He noticed the way she was nibbling on her upper lip. "What's on your mind?" he asked. She released her lip and sighed.

She had been so blissed out after everything happened that she hadn't thought about the reciprocity thing she had been so worried about earlier until she was in the bathtub. "Don't you ever want me to do anything for you?" she asked. Jo's words were running through her head again. "I know we haven't done a lot, but I, I feel bad that you keep doing things for me, and I'm not doing anything for you."

Dean turned so he was also on his side facing her, and she noticed the crease between his eyebrows again. She reached out and smoothed it out. "Don't think about what she said," he told her, like he was reading her mind. "I told you. I'm happy doing this at your pace."

"I just don't want to be the only one getting something out of this-" She hesitated.

What was this?

Dean had called her "his girl" at the meeting, but what did that mean? Was it too soon to put a label on this? They had been on two official dates, plus what had just happened on the roof. That wasn't counting the random time he showed up at her front door or the times she went to family dinner with him.

"Alice?" he said. It sounded like he had said her name a few times. She looked at him. "I'm not just doing this to get my dick wet, okay?" he said, referring to what Jo had said earlier. "Remember what I told you the other day? I like you." He stroked her cheek and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. "And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if that's something you'd like to be."

Alice tried to control the giddy look on her face, but Dean could see through her. Still, he decided not to embarrass her and just stayed quiet. "Yeah," she whispered, giving him a short nod. "I'd like that." He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Still," she said when he pulled away, "I'd like to do something for you sometime. You'll just, you'll have to teach me."

Dean smiled. "I'd be happy to."

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[jojolimons]

groudon (pokemon ask thing)

Groudon: Least favorite pokemon of each type?

oof thats a toughy! I cant really say I outright *hate* any of the pokemon designs but I'll give it a shot

Normal: idk they're all fine? but it probably goes to the Skwovet line. they look too plain to me.

Fire: Raboot. I loved Scorbunny and was so disappointed to evolve it! Cinderace kind of makes up for it (altho it's arms are oddly proportioned). Idk I just find it odd that gains a fur hoodie upon evolution. It's kind of dumb

Water: I totally forgot about Volcanion and wanted to put it in the fire type section but it's fire/water so I get another chance to shit on it. Volcanion looks stupid and has a bad shiny. no redeeming qualities here

Grass: Quilladin (hate those proportions)

Electric: zeraora prolly. neato design but it really feels out of place. It's less that i dont like its design but it just has so little in the way of lore. feels like im not articulating this well. least favorite electric type pokemon for design would be morpeko. it's too simple for me, which is a shame since i love guinea pigs

Rock: carkol. Feels like someone at gamefreak was trying to prove they can still design pokemon similar to how they looked in gen I and failed. those eyes just do not belong on its body!!

Ground: they're all pretty cool! cant really fault any of them. I guess stunfisk is pretty goofy looking but that just endears it to me

Steel: galarian meowth. gee meowth why does gamefreak let you have two regional variants? but srsly meowth already had the alolan form why did it need another. could have given it to glameow or w/e

Ice: avalugg. litcherally just an iceberg with legs. there's really nothing exciting going on with its design. Was really funny seeing it pop up in the overworld in sw/sh, though

Dark: i like all of them! stunky and skuntank being dark type is a bit questionable but w/e

Ghost: they're also all fine! oricorio having a ghost type form is a bit odd but w/e

Psychic: chingling and chimecho. Why do they exist? They only redeeming quality is that I loved James' chimecho in the anime and cried like a bitch when it got sick and he had to leave it behind

Flying: swanna and ducklett. At least ducklett is blue. Swanna is just a swan in a bra. Could have been done so much better

Fighting: throh. looks dumb. could have lumped in sawk but my nostalgia bias makes me love sawk since he tore through lenora's gym when i first played black and white

Dragon: cant really hate on any of these designs. I guess alolan exeggutor being dragon type is kind of dumb but w/e

Fairy: spritzee and aromatisse. just dont like it. Makes me regret playing y since x has the better fairy counterpart.

Bug: the bugz are kewl :3. i guess i'm going to single out surskit here. Not for its design but for because of surskit's absurdly low encounter rate. I ran into one as my first encounter in route whateverthefuck. In pretty much every game since its been a pretty common find when its available. So I think nothing of it. I drop it after a while since masquerain isnt really all that helpful. I beat the game and for funsies look up the encounter rates on the route where you can catch it. I discover it has a 1% encounter rate. My mind is blown at this design choice. Do you know how many players blow past such a mediocre pokemon? This is the same route you can catch motherfucking Ralts. Who decided to make surskit rarer than one of the strongest 'mons in the game?? My chance encounter haunts me to this day.

Poison: idk qwilfish looks kinda stupid

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[darksunrising]

Sola Gratia (14/?)

Masterlist

Rating / Warnings : No particular warning.

Fandom : Bram Stoker’s Dracula, BBC’s Dracula, various Dracula and vampire lore.

Part 14/? (2638 words)

Author’s notes : I’m back, babey ! Anyway, here is the Second Act Opening (yeah, changed the Act stuff, i am unreliable at best.)

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The ride to Vlad's estate was eerily silent. Nestled on the backseat, hugging my knees to my chest, I tried to find some comfort in the pale light of the moon, bathing the countryside in a silver haze. I felt like I was wrapped in cotton, sounds coming off muffled to my ears, filled with the low humming of the car. Vlad and Carmilla were whispering to each other, and beside me, Leah seemed completely lost in thought. She had a lot to process, after all. Maybe I should have told her sooner...

To the valleys succeeded an endless plain, covered in fields and woods, and the occasional farm. Not that far over the horizon, I could barely make out the dark, shimmering line of the sea. It grew as we left the main road, following a smaller one, that soon converted to a paved path, barely large enough to let the car pass. We crossed a large iron gate, opening a mossy stone wall. The inside was wild, the wind sweeping across tall grass, overrun by wild flowers and poppies. Tall umbrella pines cast a moving shadow under the full moon. At the end of the path stood a large house, practically a mansion. The walls were white, large limestone blocks neatly laid out at the corners, while the most part were rough stones, held together with a thick layer of white mortar. A large portion of the wall was overrun with ivy.

The car stopped. I unfolded myself and tried to get out once before I remembered to take off my seatbelt, then trying to adjust my bodice to accommodate the now half open corset. Gods, my kingdom for a change of clothes. A quick look beyond the house confirmed that It was built over a cliff, the sound of the waves crashing down below soothing me like a lullaby. Leah's arm curling around mine quickly set me back into the present situation, and I took hold of her hand, hoping to be reassuring. We followed Vlad through the main door, which he closed behind us.

A good number of cardboard and wooden boxes piled up in the hall, unopened. Vlad apologized for the mess, arguing he didn't expect company so soon after moving. Still, everything except for the main hall was pristine, the furniture very well assorted, much more than in his Romanian residence. I figured he must have picked everything himself, as it all seemed in good accord with his usual sense of style. In the living room, I went to the windows, which opened on a large terrace, directly giving out onto the sea. Vlad's voice, softly calling out to me, had me turn back, and sit with them around the coffee table.

Leah was nervously fidgeting with one of the ribbons of her dress. Where should we even start ? I was obviously not the only one wondering about that, as the silence had now been so long it was far over the limits of awkwardness.

“So, who's gonna tell me what the fuck is going on ?”, Leah finally blurted out.

“It's... a long story”, I started, hesitant.

“Long as in 'it started during my mystery trip to Romania I was suspiciously evasive about'—long ?”, she retorted in an accusatory tone.

“Yeah. At least that.”

She leaned back into her seat, staring at me. She didn't even look mad, she just looked disappointed, which was worse. Since we met, I never hid anything from her. I could say safely that she knew more about me that I did, and I never had felt the need to not tell her something. These last months, not talking to her had been a torture. She had been my absolute best friend for years, I hated lying to her. I hated it.

And so I told her. About everything. From the beginning. Vlad had a few protests during my recalling of the Romania Events, and Carmilla looked pretty entertained by it. I could swear I heard her laugh when I told how I stabbed Vlad in the end. Leah listened intently, not once looking away from me. When I stopped, she seemed to take a moment, and looked around the room. Calmly, without a word, she stood up, and took a step toward Vlad's seat. She extended a hand, and swiftly reached for his sword, that he had set aside before sitting. Unsheathing it in an ample, yet controlled movement, she brought the tip under Vlad's throat so fast even he didn't have time to react. Surprise probably helped on that endeavor, still she had him tilt his head up, flat of the blade pushing under his chin.

Her expression was terrible, calm, controlled, yet I had never seen her eyes so dark, her lips pinched so tight. Vlad didn't move.

“You... Have hurt the one I love most, beyond all that I could imagine”, she stated, her voice trembling with anger. “You have made her suffer, and now, you tell me she could be in even greater danger because of your fucking dad or some bullshit ?!”

Her hand was steady, yet I could feel like the only reason she didn't ram the blade through his throat was because she knew it wouldn't do much of anything. I stepped closer to her, and wrapped my hand around hers. She held the grip so tight her knuckles were bone-white. I had her lower the sword, which she immediately dropped, and turned to look at me, eyes watering up.

“I-I'm so sorry, Eris, if I had known... I would never... Fuck, he could've... He could've...”

She held my hands enclosed in hers, and lost her words into incoherent sobbing for a second. Bringing my hands to her face, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and took a moment to calm herself down. Still holding my hand, she turned her attention back to Vlad.

“I was too quick to give you my trust. That won't happen twice”, she told him, glaring. “You put us into this mess, and you'd better handle it.”

“I intend to !”

“I'm not finished”, she snapped. “If anything, I mean anything happens to Eris, I will hold you personally responsible, and I'll have your dismembered limbs impaled in my backyard.”

Carmilla giggled, to which Leah snapped and promised her the same fate.

“Now, you're gonna drive us home, and I don't wanna see either of your faces again, at least not until you handled the problem.”

“You can't be serious, you'll be safer here-”, Vlad started.

“Safer ? With you ?” She had a dry laugh. “Well, isn't that the funniest thing you've ever said.”

“At least, stay the night”, he insisted, looking over to me for backup. “I will drive you back as soon as you'd like in the morning.”

She was about to protest, and I caught her arm, interrupting her. “Leah, it's late, we're both tired. Let's just go to sleep, right ?”

She took a second, and gave in, nodding. She insisted we slept together, even though the house had a good number of guest rooms, which was, in retrospect, pretty funny for someone who didn't need sleep. He guided us to the room he had prepared for me, initially. It had to be about half my apartment's size, and included a tower at the corner. Huge bay windows gave onto a balcony giving out a magnificent view over the sea.

Vlad cleared his throat. “You will find a change of clothes in the wardrobe.” Leah gave him another killer look, arms crossed over her chest. He took his leave, but not before placing a light hand on my back.

If you can slip away, I would like to talk to you.

Ah, the most terrifying thing to hear. Despite that, the way his voice filled my mind was warm, and comforting. I silently nodded, and he took his leave, his fingers trailing along my back, almost as if he resented to break contact. As soon as the door closed, Leah had a long sigh, and dropped on the bed.

“I can't believe you kept this to yourself so long”, she told me. She sounded almost hurt. “I mean, why didn't you tell me anything ?”

I joined her on the opposite side, my head laying next to her. “I didn't know how to. I felt you'd be safer if you didn't know.”

“But you weren't !”, she protested. “You could have been hurt, again, all because I had no idea what kind of monster-”

“He's not a monster”, I cut her off, almost without thinking about it.

She took a pause, turning her face towards mine, an expression of disbelief painted over her features, eyebrows furrowed in a way that didn't suit her kind face.

“Eris, please don't tell me you believe that !”

“I do. I'll give you that the conditions of our meeting were, well, less than ideal, but ever since he came here, he did nothing but try to make amends.” She groaned. “Come on”, I insisted. “You've seen it, he's been nothing but kind, and thoughtful, and actually a great help for my thesis.”

“He also eats people, Eris”, she remarked.

“He told me he didn't kill anyone since he got here, and I believe him.”

“Because he actually is trustworthy, or just because you want to believe him?”

By all means, she wasn't wrong. I mean none of her worries were anything I hadn't thought of myself. I sat up, and started un-lacing my bodice.

“You don't know him like I do”, I told her, softly, knowing this wouldn't do anything to convince her. “Let's just go to sleep, for now, I'm exhausted.”

She reluctantly agreed, and we disrobed, significantly faster than we dressed up. I though my corset would be ruined, but only the lacing on the back was cleanly cut, without even a dent in the ivory silk. In the wardrobe, I was almost surprised to find modern clothing. For the most part, he had my sense of style pretty well figured-out. Not finding any underwear was disappointing, as I had followed Leah's advice on not wearing a bra underneath the corset, but also a bit reassuring, to be honest. Leah opted for a simple plaid shirt, that would have been a bit large on me, and therefore fell almost to her knees. I found an oversize black pajama ensemble, made of the softest wooly cotton. I joined Leah under the covers, and didn't have to wait long until she dozed off, her breathing becoming more regular, and calm.

I carefully removed myself from the bed, and slipped into a large dressing gown. I slowly opened the door, trying not to make the floorboards or the hinges creak. I only opened it enough to shuffle through, and exited into the corridor.

The silence was only disturbed by the muffled sound of the waves, and my own breathing. I didn't turn on any lights, as the full moon was well enough to see perfectly well. I wandered back to the living room, and walked to the bay windows. One was open, leaving a cool breeze inside. Wrapping myself tighter in my robe, I stepped outside, wincing at the feeling of cold stone under my feet. Over at the corner of the terrace, Vlad was leaning onto the balustrade, his hair disheveled by the soft wind. He also had a change of clothes, and had only kept his trousers, his shirt, and his cape, thrown over his shoulders. I suspected this was mostly a question of style, as I doubted he could even feel the cold. His gaze seemed lost over the horizon, watching the moon go down on the ocean. As I approached him, he turned his attention to me, smiling.

“I knew you were good at sneaking around.”

“Please, I bet you could hear me breathing from the other side of the house.”

“Breathing, not so much, but I can hear your heart.” He was leaning on his elbow, head cocked to the side. Arrogant. I sighed, and took in the mesmerizing view a moment. No signs of cars, lamps, or electric poles in sight. Only the moon, and the ocean's soothing voices.

“Do you like the house ?”, he asked, softly as not to disturb my reverie.

“I love it.”

He laughed at the speed of my reply. “Well, I hoped you would.” He took a pause. “I am sorry about Leah, however. I know you did not want her dragged into all of this, and because of my blindness, she has-”

Before he could finish, I set the tips of my fingers on his mouth, effectively closing it.

“If anything, it's my fault. I should have told her a while ago, I just never had the courage to do it...”

He took my hand in his, strangely warm, contrary to what I expected. I felt my heart sink into my chest as a question rose to my  mind.

“Vlad, I...”, I started, hesitant. He nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue. “What Carmilla said, back on the overlook...”

I became physically incapable of saying one more word, my heart beating out of my chest for no reason. No reason at all.

“You want to know if she was right ?”

Gods, that voice, that deep, silky voice. Maybe it was on purpose that he talked in a hushed tones, maybe to drive me mad, or not outshine the ocean singing below. I nodded, unable to look him in the eyes. He called out my name, barely a whisper. He let go of my hand, only to pull me closer, an arm around my waist, his other hand cupping my cheek. So warm... He took a moment, playing with a strand of my hair, sliding a finger along my jawline, and slowly running his hand along my neck. I couldn't help a gasp as a sharp nail traced over my veins. He hummed, seemingly amused with my reaction.

“Are you still scared of me ?”, he asked.

I couldn't tell if he really spoke, or if I heard him in my mind.

“No”, I breathed out.

Really ?

His lips brushed past mine, then on my jawline, and my neck. In a very poor instinct, I let my head fall back. The somewhat familiar feeling of his sharp teeth on my skin sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes.

“I trust you”, I whispered, leaning back onto the balustrade.

He opened his mouth, letting me feel his hot breath on my cold neck. For a second, his fangs pressed against my skin, soon replaced by a kiss, on the crook of my jaw, right below the ear. I giggled, and he closed his arms around my waist. Expectantly, he seemed to wait, for permission. For mercy.

I wasn't too long to grant it. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I closed the final space between us. As soon as my lips touched his, my heart stopped a moment, or several. I felt him sigh a second, and pull me closer. He was slow, intimate, perfect in every way. I felt electricity run through my body. His lips parted mine, and-

Everything was red.

The sea lapping at my ankles, the sky bursting with gold and blood under a starry indigo. Everything was the same as I last left. I turned around, and found him standing back.

“Here ?”

“I told you before, wherever you want to be.”

I ran to him, and threw my hands around his neck, and he wrapped his around me, lifting me off the ground.

“Makes sense it's with you, then”, I whispered, and kissed him again.

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[sweet-teas-writing]

Stress Reliever (Part 2)

A/N: Hello beautiful people! So, I couldn’t sleep and thanks to the help of listening to the sound of a thunderstorm while reading a steamy erotica novel for the past two hours, I was able to get the inspiration I needed to write part 2 and the conclusion of Stress Reliever. And guys.... OMG. This, I feel, is the best smut I have written so far. I kept blushing in embarrassment as I was writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it! I love you guys and enjoy the read :)

Part II: Thunderstorm

That shower was just what I needed. My skin returned to its radiant, natural glow, and my hair was full of volume, my dark bouncy, curls appearing healthy and full of shine. My body felt a lot more relaxed, even though I feel that was more Kota’s doing than the shower’s. I got dressed in a large, white T-shirt and a pair of black lace panties before I climbed into our shared bed. Kota was already in bed, wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, with a book in his hands. There was a soft rumble that can be heard through our bedroom window, and there was a light drizzle of rain that gradually came down heavier. Looks like it was going to be a storm tonight.

Once I climbed in next to him, Kota sat his book down on the nightstand and pulled my body closer to his, with him lying on his back. My arms were wrapped around his waist and I rested my head on his chest, inhaling his scent. He still smelled of soap from our shower, clean and fresh. His strong arms hugging my waist made me feel so safe and warm. I peered up to get a better look at his face; the moon shining in from our bedroom window illuminated his face. His brown eyes held content and relaxation despite his messy hair slightly blinding him, and his lips were pulled into a soft smile.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked jokingly.

I shook my head and smiled. “Only the face of an angel.”

Kota chuckled at my complement and kissed my forehead right before he re-positioned himself to lie on his side, his arms still around my middle. I was lying on my side, too, facing Kota’s direction. Once we were both comfortable, we breathed a deep sigh as we listened to the sound of the storm growing outside. I loved thunderstorms; I always found them so peaceful and relaxing. Especially when you have someone to cuddle with.

Kota was running his fingers through the dark curls of my hair, massaging his fingers into my scalp and gently pulling at the strands. I snuggled deeper into my pillow and closed my eyes, enjoying the way that he played with my hair. I, then, let out a small yawn in which Kota retaliated with a small chuckle.

“Falling asleep on me?” he asked.

My eyes snapped open and I shook my head. “I wasn’t sleeping. I was just resting my eyes.”

“Aw, how adorable,” Kota laughed.

I pouted and nudged his shoulder. “Shut up.”

The rain started to fall heavier from the night sky, raindrops knocking against the window. Another rumble of thunder echoed through the sky as well, louder than the previous one.

“Looks like the storm is getting stronger,” I said casually.

Kota nodded in agreement. “Yeah. And it’s kinda making me feel some type of way.”

I raised an amused eyebrow. “Don’t tell me the fearless Kota Ibushi is afraid of a little thunderstorm.”

Kota snorted at my comment. “Very funny. No, I was referring to a different feeling…”

With that sultry smirk on his face, Kota leaned his body closer to mine, now with him on top of me, and covered his lips to mine, kissing me. Without thinking, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and I opened my mouth to allow Kota’s tongue to slip through. His lips gently sucked and pulled at my bottom lip, a soft groan rumbling from my throat.

“You are awfully handsy today,” I giggled between kisses.

“Hey, it’s been a month since I last touched you,” Kota said with a slight pout. “Let me have this.”

Kota started to kiss me deeper, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Soft pants and moans escaped from our lips as we could hear the rain continue to pound against our window and the rumble of thunder. My hands glided from Kota’s shoulders to slip into his hair, my fingers gently tugging at the strands. I could hear a growl bubble up in the back of his throat, and his body shift against me.

“Mm Raina,” he groaned. “You know what having my hair pulled does to me.”

“I know,” I said teasingly. “All the more reason to do it; I like the sounds you make.” I pulled a little harder at Kota’s hair as I planted my lips to his into a firm kiss. Kota moaned into my mouth and I could feel his erection start to poke against my thigh. His hands gripped the pillow under my head.

“Raina,” he whispered threateningly, the arousal seeping through his voice. “Don’t tease me…”

I licked my bottom lip and raised an eyebrow at him, taking his vague threat as a challenge. “Or what?” I cooed, slowly rising from the bed just to switch our positions, with me now on top. I straddled his lap, feeling his dick grow harder, and rested my hands on his chest. “Are you going to stop me?”

Kota couldn’t say anything as he watched me tease him, his jaw tightly clenched to suppress the moan that wants to escape his lips. His hands were resting on my hips, his fingers sinking into the fabric of my shirt. He could feel his growing erection poke against the side of my thigh as he tried to shift his body under me to alleviate the sensation. 

It was actually really amusing to see him vulnerable like this; I hardly get a chance to be in control like this and I wanted to seize every minute of it. My hands slid down his chest to stop at the hem of his shirt. I slowly began to push it up his body, him getting the hint that I was trying to take it off. Kota shifted his upper half to help me remove his shirt from his body before I tossed it on the floor. 

“I thought you could be a bit more comfortable before I start,” I whispered, biting my lip.

Kota’s eyes widened a bit in both curiosity and a hint of fear. “Start what?” he choked out.

“My apology,” I said smirking, before I slowly rolled my hips against his erection, eliciting a hiss from Kota’s lips. “I have deprived you of pleasure for some time now, and I want to make it up to you. But, I also want to have a little fun with you, deciding to take it nice.. and.. slow.”

I began to rock my hips against Kota’s lower half in a slow, steady rhythm, feeling his dick poke through my panties, and a soft moan escaping from my lips. My nails traced up and down his bare chest. A small gasp spilled out from Kota’s lips and his eyes fluttered closed. His hands gripped tighter at hips, with my shirt bunching up in his palms. Soft pants and moans could be heard from him as his breathing became a bit more ragged. I slowly increased my speed with each roll of my lips, hearing Kota’s gasps of arousal simultaneously with the storm outside.

“Damn it Raina,” Kota breathed out harshly. “Stop teasing me!”

I smirked down at him. “Well, that didn’t sound very nice. I thought that this was what you wanted?”

Kota held in another moan. “No, it is, baby. I just… can’t handle being teased like this for much longer.”

I gave a seductive chuckle. “Well, if you want me to stop,” I purred. “Then you’re gonna have to ask a little nicer than that.”

I slowly leaned my head down to Kota’s ear and traced my tongue along the shell of it, making him shiver.

“Then again,” I whispered. “It would be much more fun to hear you beg me.”

Realizing his words from earlier, Kota let out a low growl in lust and frustration. “Fuck you,” he hissed.

I let out a small chuckle. “Oh, baby, I know you want me to. Your friend poking at my thigh is evidence enough.” I placed a quick kiss to his neck before I looked him dead in the face, my eyes simmering with lust and intensity.

“So what’s it gonna be, honey?” I said smugly. “Choice is yours.”

A flash of lightning came through the bedroom window followed by a soft rumble of thunder. Kota’s eyes widened in surprise and his lips were trembling. His dick was solid as a rock, pressing against my clit, making me wetter than the rain pouring outside. His body was warm underneath my fingertips, and sweat began to form through the bangs of his hair. He knew he couldn’t take much more, and to see me in control like this was actually turning him on a lot more than I imagined. So, with one word, he gave into my demands.

“Please,” Kota whispered against my lips. “Please, baby, I need you.”

I hummed in satisfaction as I briefly sat up on his lap to remove my overly large shirt. Because I decided not to wear a bra, the slightly chilly air brushed against my breasts, my nipples instantly peaking from the sensation. Left now in only my panties, the dim light of the moon came through the window enough to illuminate my body for Kota to see me. An animalistic growl escaped from his lips, his tongue tracing over his mouth like a predator ravishing over its prey.

“What would you do if I just turned you over and fucked you hard into the mattress?” Kota asked smugly.

I pressed my almost naked body against his frame and chuckled: “As much as I would love that baby, you had your turn already. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are way more than satisfied.”

My lips found his again in a heated kiss, this time my tongue tracing his bottom lip, wishing for access inside Kota’s mouth. He eagerly obliged as his hands rubbed slowly up and down my back, his fingertips brushing against my spine. Heavy pants escaped from his lips in between kisses, and when I gently bit down on his bottom lip, he retaliated with a slap to my ass.

I jolted a bit in surprise and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry,” Kota said, a bit embarrassed. “Force of habit.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. I actually liked it, to be honest.”

Kota’s smirk returned to his face in a sense of pride. “Well, maybe I should spank you for teasing me earlier.”

I clicked my tongue and chuckled. “Nice try, babe. But it’s still my turn.”

I kissed Kota’s lips for a bit before traveling to the right side of his neck, thinking he should have a matching hickey to go with the one he gave me. My lips gently brushed against his neck, and my tongue slowly traced around the area before Kota shifted his head to give me better access. I enclosed my lips around Kota’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the exposed flesh. Kota’s hands firmly grasped my ass as he moaned at the attack on his neck.

“Mmm,” Kota moaned. “Harder, baby.”

I listened to his request by sucking harder at Kota’s neck before sinking my teeth into his flesh, hearing Kota hiss and curse from pleasure. I lapped up the newly formed bruise with my tongue before my lips traveled down to his collarbone, peppering kisses along Kota’s body. The rain continued to pound against the window, and I could feel my pussy trembling through my panties hearing my husband pant and moan from my actions. My lips traced along his chest, placing a kiss to each pec before flicking my tongue across both of Kota’s nipples.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his back slightly arching from the bed.

I chuckled at him before gliding my tongue down his waterboard abs, Kota’s hands now entangled into the curls of my hair. I placed a kiss to his navel before I sat up again, my hands at the hem of his shorts, pulling both them and his boxers down his thighs. Kota lifted his hips up a bit to help me maneuver the rest of his clothes off his body. Kota now laid completely naked below me, his hair disheveled, and his plump, pink lips slightly parted and swollen from all the kissing. Through his bangs, I could see the lust clear through his eyes as a flash of lightning came through the window again followed by another roar of thunder. My chest was heaving steadily, a few drops of sweat falling down my breasts. My panties were completely soaked and my clit was aching. Kota’s dick was fully erect in front of me, thick and swollen, with a bit of pre-cum oozing from the tip. My trembling fingers gently held the shaft as I looked down into his eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat. I haven’t been this horny in a while, and it was really hard to maintain my self-control. Kota shivered underneath my touch, and a bit back a whimper.

“Are you okay?” I asked with a shaky breath.

Kota nodded his head from the pillow and said “Yeah” in a low tone.

I shook my head back so that my hair wasn’t in the way before I slowly brought my face down to his dick. My tongue brushed gently over his tip, causing Kota to slightly hiss, before I encircled my mouth around it and started sucking.

Kota’s head threw back against the pillow and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “Oh Raina,” he gasped aloud. “Oh, fuck, go deeper.”

I brought my head all the way down his shaft before bobbing my head up again while simultaneously stroking his dick with my right hand. The mixture of saliva and pre-cum covered Kota’s dick completely, creating a feeling that elicited louder moans from his lips. His hands pulled at the curls of my hair, keeping it out of my face, as he made his voice heard.

“Oh baby girl,” Kota hissed. “Ah… fuck you feel so good around me… you’re taking my cock so well in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Loving the praise that he was giving me, I bobbed my head a bit faster around him, sucking and slurping the pre-cum that leaked from him. I created a nice, steady rhythm as I sucked my husband off, the sounds of his moans and the storm outside creating a beautiful symphony for me to listen to.

“Raina… ahhh shit…. Mmm baby girl, just like that.”

Kota’s fingers were digging hard into my scalp, and pulling so hard at the strands of my hair that I let out a moan around him, his back quickly arching from the bed and almost a scream coming from his lips.

“Ahh!” Kota gasped, followed by a lustful growl.

I could feel myself leaking through my panties, the noises from Kota’s mouth delicious and exhilarating to my ears. I could feel Kota tremble underneath me, my mouth around his dick exploring every inch of him while my hand continued to stroke him. I found my rhythm increasing in speed, and my grip tighter around his cock. I bobbed and slurped around his dick, hearing his voice grow louder and hoarse. Another rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, and I moaned around him again, this time eliciting a different response.

“Stop,” Kota said, almost pained. “Raina, please stop.”

Upon hearing his words, I let go of his dick and sat up with a concerned look on my face. Kota gripped my hips for dear life as he tried to catch his breath, his body violently trembling.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with worry. “Did I hurt you?”

Kota shook his head rapidly and slowly opened his eyes to look up at me. “No,” he whispered. “Not at all. You were amazing, baby. In fact, a little too good.”

“Oh,” I said confused. “So why did you stop me?”

Kota rubbed small circles against my hips, his dick was twitching and a small stream of cum leaked from the tip. “I want us both to enjoy this moment. I want to finish with you buried deep inside me. Raina, baby, I want you to ride me. I want to look into your eyes and watch you take what’s yours.”

I almost came right then and there. To hear that my husband wanted me to dominate him… I was at a loss for words. The rain continued to pour outside and the fire in my belly continued to swell into a blazing inferno. All I could do was nod my head and whisper “Okay” before Kota helped me out of my soaked lace panties and positioned my entrance against his tip. My hands braced myself on his chest as he lowered me down onto him, the stretch and burn of his dick entering me causing me to hiss in pleasure and pain.

“Ah,” I whimpered. “Kota, you’re so big…”

Kota huffed out a chuckle before he lifted me off of him until just the tip was still inside me, wanting me to grow comfortable with his size.

“You’re doing great honey,” Kota whispered. “Just let me know when you are ready.”

After a few practice strokes, I became used to my husband being inside of me when I began to create a steady rhythm on my own. Kota held onto my waist as I rolled my hips against him, my clit rubbing against his cock.

“Oh God,” I breathed, throwing my head back. “This feels even better than our time in the shower.”

“Mmm I agree,” Kota moaned. “I can really feel how wet you are without the water in the way.”

A thin film of sweat began to cover our bodies as heavy pants and moans echoed through our bedroom, rivaling against the storm. The rain pounded against the window frame simultaneously with me grinding against my husband’s hips, my nails scratching along his chest. The thunder rumbled and boomed in the night sky as Kota’s moans turned into animalistic growls, his nails sinking into my thick and curvy thighs, leaving behind marks. His dick kept hitting a sweet spot inside me, and my clit continued to feel the delicious, addicting friction from the two of us.

“Kota…”

“Raina…”

I stared down at my husband through half-lidded eyes, the speed of my thrusts increasing and my nails sinking deeper into his shoulders, red scratch marks appearing on his beautiful tanned skin.

“Mark me,” Kota panted, licking the corner of his lip. “I’m all yours baby…”

My moans transformed into whimpers and cries, feeling my climax approaching with every thrust.

“Mmmm.. baby… oh fuck I’m so close,” I moaned.

It felt like my body was being electrocuted, but in a good way. I felt so powerful, so wanted, and so… loved by the way his body reacted to mine. To hear him call out my name was better than any song I’ve ever heard. I felt like I could do anything because I had Kota to help me ease my stress and worries. And I vowed that I would be the beacon of light for him too.

“Kota… I.. I’m gonna cum!”

My cries rang out at the same time lightning flashed through the window and thunder boomed across the sky, my climax gut-punching me. My head threw back in ecstasy and Kota’s name erupted from my throat in one loud scream. Not long after, Kota came too, spilling his seed hot and fast into me, with his voice letting out a few guttural moans. As our climaxes rode their courses, I collapsed on top of him before pulling out and laying next to him on the bed, both of us completely spent and exhausted. We laid there panting heavily, catching our breaths, as we heard the thunderstorm turn back into a steady drizzle of rain. Kota spoke up, his voice a bit hoarse, filled his bliss and content.

“Wow,” he said, a light chuckle coming from his lips. “That was… incredible. I don’t think we’ve done it twice in one evening.” He turned his head to look over at me. “And when did you get so aggressive?”

A tiny smile pulled onto my lips, I turned my head towards his. “Too much pent up stress,” I laughed. “But I think I got it all out now.”

“I’m so happy to hear that,” Kota whispered, pulling the covers over us and cuddling me closer to his body. “I love you, Raina.”

“I love you, too, Kota,” I whispered as he placed a kiss to my hair. “I promise from now on I will talk to you about my stress so that I won’t worry you anymore.”

“Good to know,” Kota said with a yawn.

Feeling sleepy myself, I mumbled something to him before laying my head on the pillow. “I think we’re gonna need another shower.”

“We’ll take one,” Kota said, shutting his eyes. “In the morning.”

END

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1000🎉

for my 1000th survey, I’m going to repost the very first survey I posted to this blog (in June of 2018!) and see if any of the answers have changed in two years. ~

What would be worse - going out in public with no bra or no panties? >> No panties. I’ve definitely gone out in public without a bra on (and technically, all the times I’ve worn a binder counts too, so!). >> Still true. The idea of going out without bottom underwear on makes my skin crawl. Who is one person in your life who could use a serious attitude adjustment? >> No one in my actual social group. I know some tumblr users and some discord folks who could benefit from one, though. >> No argument there. Using three words and no colors, describe your most worn pair of shoes: >> Cool Skechers sneakers. >> Basic Skechers sneakers. They’re still cool, but I think the ones I had in 2018 were colourful. These are just plain black, lol. If you had to change a tire right now, would you know how? >> I don’t know the steps well enough, and I’ve never done it before so I don’t have experiential memory to fall back on. >> I actually watched a tire being changed fairly recently, so I do remember the steps now. The difficulty would be in whether I could get the lug nuts off or not, because sometimes it feels like them things is welded on.

You have a 20 hour flight ahead of you, pick one person to sit next to: >> I… don’t know? Anyone in my social group who’s willing to fly 20 hours, I guess (not everyone is, after all, for good reason). >> The only person I want to sit next to on a flight is Sparrow. Otherwise I don’t want to sit next to anyone. (I’ve actually gotten lucky enough to have an empty seat next to me on flights before, and let me tell you, I treasured it.)

Would you ever let your child drop out of high school? >> Sure, if they really wanted to and they had a plan for what they actually wanted to do. They can’t drop out just because they’re bored of it, although I’d definitely sympathise with them. This is a situation I’d have to judge when it actually arose, is the bottom line, because every situation is different. >> Yeah, I can’t argue with that. Take a guess at what temperature it is outside: >> Er… around 70* F? >> I’m going to guess mid-fifties. What is your favorite hot drink? How about your favorite cold one? >> My favourite hot drink is probably some sort of herbal tea. I have a lot of favourite cold drinks. >> Correct. Although I’d also add in “hot spiced cider-wine” as a favourite hot drink. It’s so good. Honestly, do you think that inner beauty is as important as outer beauty? >> I think that beauty is something that doesn’t require comparison. >> Ooo, good answer, past!me. What is something you own that means a lot to you? Where’d you get it? >> I have a bottle of Baron Samedi rum that’s empty now but I still keep it. I got it in New Orleans and that’s half of the importance; the other half is the branding. >> Oof, I wish I had another bottle of that. There’s a place in Battle Creek (weirdly enough) that sells it, but when are we ever going to go to Battle Creek just to get me my Samedi rum fix? Something I own right now that means a lot to me is my Phantom of the Opera teddy bear. I got it when we went to the live performance at Miller Auditorium and that was such a wonderful and transcendent experience. Also, the bear is so fuckin cute I can’t stand it. What is something you used to be afraid of, but aren’t anymore? >> Thunderstorms. >> Yup. You can only have two: smart, sexy, funny, or cute. Pick. >> Unfortunately for you, I already have all four, so I don’t have to choose. >> lmfao honestly, cheeky answers are the only answers I’m willing to give to questions like this. In Taiwan they eat rooster testicles - would you try them? >> Probably not. >> Eh, yeah, probably not. Well, I mean... maybe. Depends on how it’s cooked? :V Describe what would be a perfect date for you: >> I don’t have a concept of the perfect date. I think most dates are pretty good, as long as they’re with someone I like. >> I don’t date, period, so I don’t care. Privacy and Respect; which is more important to you? >> I think people who respect me will respect my privacy, too, so… >> I mean, exactly. Do you pronounce “aunt” like “awnt” or “ant”? >> Either, depending on where it is in the sentence, or something. >> Yeah, it’s kind of random for me. Can you spell your first name backwards without writing it down? >> Yeah. >> Yeah, because I’ve answered “spell your name backwards” questions in surveys enough times that I can see what it looks like in my head now without even trying. Any idea what DVD stands for? >> Not off the top of my head, but luckily, since google exists, I don’t have to remember. >> Pretty much. Digital video disc? IDK. Has a store employee ever hit on you while you were shopping or paying? >> Not to my recollection. >> Gods, I hope not. Great car and average house or great house and average car? >> Hmm. >> No car, great house on even greater land. Do you find not washing your hands after using the bathroom to be gross? >> Yeah, it’s one of those behaviours I can’t really overlook like I can others. Hand-washing is of utmost importance to both your health and others’ health, and can prevent a variety of illnesses if done properly, so you’re really fucking people over when you don’t wash your hands. >> Facts. How often do you flash a peace sign in your photographs? >> Eh, I’d say maybe 10-20% of the time. >> At this point in my life, I rarely consent to being in photographs at all, so I don’t have any recent data on my penchant for peace-sign flashing.

#surveys #survey #random survey #not for reblogging *glare*

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Dating Sweet Pea Would Include:

warning-mentions of sex and unrealistically high standards set for boys

him being big on pet names for you; babe, baby, princess, darling, love, doll, angel, sweetheart, precious

him being totally whipped, so much so that fangs, toni, and cheryl always find the time to tease him about it

he would scoff or flip them the bird, but smile nonetheless, knowing that he was totally in fact whipped for you

you would be the first one to say "i love you"

it took sweet pea a little while to say it back, not having been used to this type of affection

but once he finally managed to say it back, he practically never stopped saying it

like he would randomly whisper during the day into your ear that he loved you more than words could say

before you came into the picture, everyone swore they never fully saw that boy smile

never heard anything more than a chuckle slip past his lips in terms of expressing his happiness or when finding something funny

but then when you came, flashing that dazzling smile of yours that could light up a whole room, he knew it was love at first glance, not that he would ever admit that to anybody but you, never being able to stop smiling whenever he looked at you

around 7 months after you two became a couple, sweet pea remembers watching you as you danced with cheryl at the whyte wyrm, a bright smile gracing your face, a soda in his hand

fp sat next to him, a beer bottle in hand as he took a swig of it before speaking up

"you really love her, don't you?" he asked

sweet pea turned his head left to look at the man sitting next to him before turning his head right, back to your direction

"more than anything in the world" he said with a smile as he watched you laugh at something cheryl said

fp watched with a smile of his own, he had known sweet pea since he was 14, when he first joined the serpent, after his parents abandoned him

he swore there was no hope for the stone cold sweet pea with anger issues

so, to see how soft he was for you, fp swore he never saw the love you two shared before

"i'm happy for you" he said, patting sweet pea on the back before standing back up and leaving the bar

the piggy back rides were surreal

you'd just randomly get up on a table or chair and jump on his back, getting the chance to see the world from a giants perspective

like he'd just be standing near the bar just talking to a fellow serpent and you'd climb onto a stool and jump on his back

when you first started doing it he'd be shocked and quickly look at your face before realizing that it was just you, then go back to talking, used to your craziness by now

but honestly then he just got used to it and doesn't even need to look to know it's you on his back, used to the feel of you on his back by now

him always sneaking into your room or practically begging you to sleep at his place with him, you having to come up with a deviant lie to your parents; you were sleeping at betty's, roni's, kevin's, you practically used them all

he was big on cuddling, feeling you all through the night ;), always being able to make sure you're safe and make sure you weren't leaving him, something he had been completely and utterly terrified of after his parents walked out on him when he turned 14

he would lay on his back with your head resting on his chest, pratically laying on the side of him, your face buried into his neck as he softly brushed his fingers down your arm whilst you slept soundly with him

another position you two found eachother in was spooning; he would softly and slowly brush his fingers up and down from your stomach to your thighs, the shirt you were wearing, which had been his, riding up as he brought his fingers back up from your thighs, hands brushing over the thin lace underwear you wore before repeating the action, before finally falling asleep, his hand most likely still on your thigh or practically bare waist

being big on pda, not to the point where he would literally fuck you in the middle of the wyrm in front of everyone, but he wasn't afraid to makeout with you on the pool table or on a stool in the corner of the bar

losing your virginity to him was something that took a lot of courage, but after being with him for over a year, since you were 16, you knew you wouldn't trust anyone else to take it

he had known you had been a virgin and was in no way shape or form rushing you to do anything, but he was still a teenage boy with needs, who also cared about you deeply, so when you had finally told him you were ready, he had been ecstatic

but of course he wanted to make sure your were 100% sure for this, so he asked about 70 times if you were sure you wanted this, and when you told him you wouldn't want it with anybody else, he had finally been ready for you two to make love

so, you two had planned to do it the following night, a friday, so you could sleep in the following day, as you were sure you would be sore

he couldn't hide his excitement on the 'special day', pratically beaming through school, you two catching sneaky glances at eachother throughout the day, leaving you two smiling right after

toni, fangs, and cheryl could definitely tell something was up, but they didn't say anything about it, happy to see their friend this excited

you two had never shared anything about your sex life to anyone else, no matter how close they were of friends, knowing that was something that should be kept private between just the two of you

after your shift at pops and after stopping by your house to freshen up and prepare for the night; shower, shave, etc, and after telling your parents you were sleeping at kevin's house, you drove your car over to sweets house

you opened the trailer, being met by complete and utter silence

"pea?" you called out, taking your jacket off and placing it on the coatrack, slipping your boots off as well in the process

you wore a simple purple long sleeve, and black pants, going for a simple look, though you wore the only pair of underwear that wasn't totally littered in child-like things or too plain, even if it was just a simple white laced matching pair of underwear and bra

you stepped further into the house, your eyes grazing across the cleaned living room, before going to the door of the bedroom, once more calling out his name

you entered the room and what you saw took you at a lost for words

you saw a messy, but nonetheless thoughtful trail of rose petals leading up to the bed, candle lights dotted around the room, as more rose petals dressed the bed

you heard the bathroom connected to the room sink running, before abruptly stopping before you the door opened and out came sweet pea in his usual flannel and jeans

he looked a little shocked to see you standing there, as you were looking around the room in amazement, before regaining his composure

"oh hey you're a little earlier than i expected...i um...wasn't sure if you'd like this, but i wanted to do something special because i know how much this means to you, it's not anything big but-"

you cut him off by walking over to him and putting your hands on either side of his face, smashing your lips onto his, catching him by surprise before you pulled away after a few seconds

"it's perfect pea" you smiled, causing him to sport a matching smile because of your words

and so, you two spent the night tangled up together, becoming connected as one, with sweet pea treating you like a fragile porcelain doll the whole time

and after you guys had sex for the first time, it became an almost daily occurrence

rough sex (not to the point where he would seriously hurt you, and if he ever did or left a painful bruise, he would never stop apologizing)

passionate and meaningful sex

gentle sex

frustrated sex

stressed sex (normally if you were stressed about school or work, or if he was stressed about the serpents)

s t e a m y sex

but, no matter what type of sex you two had, afterwords he always treated you the same; clean you up, make sure you were comfortable, make sure he didn't hurt you, and cuddle up with you, only falling asleep after you were asleep, feeling comfortable going to sleep knowing you were safe in his arms

and you CONSTANTLY had hickeys and love bites dotting across your neck and the top of your breasts

you had attempted to try and hide them at first; wearing scarves, turtlenecks, using concealer, before eventually giving up and owning those hickeys and love bites

and sweet pea would never hesitate to take pride in telling people he was the cause of those, not that anyone really doubted it

you were close with all of his friends, particularly toni, fangs, and cheryl

you had been from the northside, but never found yourself fitting in with the whole stereotypical jock, cheerleader, nerds, emos, athletes, or any specific clique

so, when meeting them, you had been radiant to finally find yourself having friends that weren't overly dramatic, stereotypical, or judgey, well, not counting cheryl's dramatic but sometimes manageable ways

at the wyrm you would sit on the edge of the pool table near sweets, watching him play against other people, winning every game and bet offered

him teaching you how to play, guiding your hands to where you were supposed to hit as he lined your body up with his, pressing you into his hips, whispering in your ear when to shoot and how to hold the stick

but you would normally end up making out at the close proximity every time he tried teaching you

when you finally learned, him letting you win everytime just to see you happy, making you the only one to actually "beat him"

you often told him to stop letting you win, but he simply admitted to "never letting you win", and "you just being too good to beat", even though you knew you sucked pretty bad at pool

he wasn't overly possessive, not to the point where he would treat you like you were his property and he owned you, but he never failed to yell at someone or clock them in the eye if they talked to you or looked at you in the wrong way

and forbid if they were to even lay a hand on you, they would be knocked out cold with sweet pea being held back from killing him within a second

and you scarcely became jealous, because if a girl ever tried flirting with sweet pea, he would be oblivious to it or completely ignore it, you being his sole and only focus

but, if you were to ever get jealous, he would kiss you all over and tell you that he loves you and only you, and that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, causing a bright smile to light your face

his jacket essentially became yours

he would always drape it over your shoulders and feel a sense of pride seeing you in his jacket, admiring how hot you looked in it

actually, practically everything he owned became yours, as you would steal them all the time

his clothes

his rings

his brass knuckles

his pocket knife

you basically owned his trailer with him with how much you came over, and your stuff was always littered all over the trailer, from pictures, to decorations from your room you didn't have enough room to hang at your own house, to your clothes in his closet

hell, if you weren't utterly terrified of riding it yourself, you'd probably be riding his motorcycle around too

you were always playing with the rings on his fingers

like you two would be gathered around the fire with some other serpents and you would sit between his legs and play with his rings whilst they were on his fingers and he wouldn't think anything of it as he talked to a fellow serpent

you loved his rings so much that he gave you one of them that you always wore, sort of like a promise ring, so whenever you looked at your hands you could always remember him and how he wants to spend the "rest of his life with you", as he stated

and his tattoo, you were IN LOVE WITH, you would always trace your fingers over the snake as you too laid down, admiring how good it looked, and never failing to tell him you thought it looked amazing on him

"i know baby, you tell me almost every day"

it was often something that calmed the both of you down, tracing his tattoo that is, your gentle touch tracing his tattooed skin over and over until you two eventually fell asleep

you two would rarely fight, but when you did, if he saw even a drop of water spill from your eyes he would immediately rush to apoligize and beat himself up over it for the next few days, constantly apologizing, no matter how many times you told him it was fine

at first you were hesitant to get on his motorcycle, knowing how easily that thing could crash or something could go wrong, but after he reassured you about a thousand times that it was completely safe and he wouldn't let anything happen to you, you finally let sweets take you on a ride

and when you finally let him take you for rides on it, he drove especially careful, never too slow or fast, making sure you were 100% safe and in no way shape or form in any harm

you would always clean him up after a fight which, might i add, was pretty often, especially after transferring to riverdale high and constantly fighting with the bulldogs

you guys don't really go on fancy dates that much, you guys would just mainly hang out at the wyrm or the bijou, or sometimes go down to the quarry

but if he ever made enough money from pool, he would never hesitate to take you two on a nice dinner date

and as much as you loved to go on a fancy dinner date out with him, nothing beat staying at home, cuddled up in bed as you two watched some tv, or talked about your days as he admired your beauty as you rambled on and on about what happened at school or work earlier in the day

he loved the serpents and his loyalty always would lie with them, but if he were to have to ever make the choice, deep down he knew he would choose you over them any day

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[hymn2000]

Father’s Day Pride - MCU AU mini-fic

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson AU. 

Father’s Day is coming up, and Peter is stuck on what to get Tony and Loki. 

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, father’s day, LGBT+ themes, over-protective Tony, (Loki is mentioned but isn’t actually in this)

Word count: 4101

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Peter was exhausted. He’d been trawling around for hours, looking in shop after shop, venturing into parts of town he’d never been before, feeling lost and tired. Father’s day was coming up, and he was stuck. His friends hadn’t been much help at all. They all came from nuclear families, and their suggestions were; ‘anything with Number One Dad written on it’, and ‘just get them something they like’. Malaki had been especially unhelpful, because he said he never got his father anything for father’s day, and he said Peter shouldn’t bother, because what exactly did he suppose he could get for a billionaire who had everything they could possibly want already, to which Peter had poured a cup of water over his head and stalked off. 

Peter stopped outside a shop. It was a bookshop, but not one he remembered seeing before. It had rainbow flags flying outside, and he could tell by the displays in the window that he was exactly the target market. It looked old, and dusty, but it looked like it was open. He paused, and then pushed the door open. The bell above the door rang as he did so. He let the door close behind him. It felt empty, like he was the only person there. The shop smelt of old books and coffee. It was a funny place, with books in higgledy-piggledy piles on tables beside shelves, and old gay posters blu-tacked to the walls. There wasn’t just books: there was gifts and nick-nacks and bits and bobs all over the place. He could hear the whirring of an industrial coffee machine coming from above him. 

“Hey kid, you ok there?”

Peter jumped violently. He hadn’t noticed the older man behind the desk, watching him.

“Oh, um...”

“You look thirsty, and tired” the man said. “Stairs to the coffee shop are over there, just past the blue shelf”

“Oh, thank you”

Peter found the stairs and went up to the coffee shop, mostly because it was less awkward than trying to explain he wasn’t there for coffee, or just leaving. The upstairs coffee shop was much more modern looking and sleek, although quite interestingly decorated. There were a handful of people up there, and a couple of people behind the counter. One was an incredibly fierce looking drag queen, who waved her manicured nails at him when he appeared.

“Hey baby, you lost, sweetie?” 

“No, um, I just- uh..”

She laughed at him. “What can I get you, honey?”

“Um...” Peter approached the counter, too nervous of the drag queen to focus properly on the menu. “C-can I get a cappuccino please?”

“Sure thing, honey” She nodded at her colleague, and leant against the counter while they were making the drink. “You’re tiny, aren’t you? How old are you, baby?”

“I- uh, I’m fifteen. How old are you?”

The drag queen laughed. “A lady never tells. $2.50, please”

“Oh yeah, sorry” Peter handed over the money.

“Take a seat, baby; we’ll bring it over”

Peter was grateful for the excuse to leave the counter. He took an empty table over by the window, so he could people-watch. The drag queen soon brought his drink over, and he was surprised when she sat down opposite him. 

“What brings you here, baby? You’re looking tired. Fall out with the parents?”

“What?”

“Have they only just found out, is that it?”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that!” Peter said defensively. “I just kinda stumbled across this place. I’ve been out - out in town, I mean - for a while. And out in the other way as well, kinda, but, well. I- Uh. I didn’t know this place was here until just now. I’ve been looking in loads of shops today”

“Retail therapy?”

“Not really. I’m trying to find something for father’s day, but... Well, I’m a bit stuck. I can’t really do the whole generic Number One Dad mug thing, because I’ve got two dads”

“Aww baby. Tell me about them: maybe I can help”

Peter pressed his lips together.

“What’s up? Stranger danger?” she smiled a big lipsticky smile. Peter wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or not. “Most people call me Auntie. I’ve been a barista right out of high school, I work here during the day three days a week, and I work at some local bars as a performer two or three nights a week, depending on how in demand I am. I’ve been doing drag for about fifteen years now. There, now you know me, so you don’t have to be scared. So what’s your name, baby?”

“Peter”

“Peter what?”

“Peter... Parker. Parker-Stark”

Auntie’s eyes widened for a moment. “Ah, I thought you looked familiar! So you’re Tony Stark’s kid?”

Peter nodded. 

“So, daddies a mechanic, and other daddy is a nurse. Shame you’re not one of them; I’d be better able to help that way”

Peter wrinkled his nose at her suggestive comment. She laughed.

“Aw baby, you can’t expect people not to have inappropriate thoughts about an ex-playboy and someone as pretty as Loki Stark”

“Ok, but you don’t have to make it known” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Auntie grinned. “Sorry, baby. So, Father’s day. What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been real basic in the past, just cards, and chocolate for daddy Loki, and coffee for other daddy”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Daddy’ is it?”

Peter felt the blood rush to his face. “What? I’m adorable! Leave me alone”

Auntie laughed, pushing his coffee closer towards him. “Have your milk, baby”

Peter scowled, but he picked up his mug and took a mouthful anyway. He looked at Auntie over the rim of his mug. She was incredibly well made up, with perfectly teased strawberry blonde hair (definitely a wig, Peter thought), bright red lipstick, and gold eye shadow. She had fierce eyeliner wings, and her tight dress showed an awful lot of fake cleavage.

“My eyes are up here, honey” Auntie said, seeing him looking at her chest.

“Sorry. How do you make it look so real?”

“They’re flesh tone silicone, and you just use make up to get it to blend in. Add in a good bra, and you’re set to go” she leant closer to him. “Thinking of getting involved?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s not my sort of thing. I- uh, I don’t think I’d be any good at it”

“I don’t know, I think you could make a cute girly drag queen. I can imagine you with a bow in your hair, winged eyeliner, bit of blusher, pink lipstick, cute little dungaree dress - worn off the shoulder, of course”

Peter giggled. “I’m not sure about that”

“Hey, dungarees are cute! I bet you could rock them even without the slap. Doesn’t have to be a dress; you could get ordinary ones. Long trousers, maybe black denim? Or light blue”

“I’ll think about it” 

Auntie smiled. “So, what do we get for the Stark daddies for father’s day?”

Peter shrugged. “I’ve got no idea. I asked some friends, but they were useless. I looked at a load of Buzzfeed posts, but they’re all things for stereotypical dad’s. I don’t think mine would appreciate beer making kits and beard grooming sets”

“Really?”

“Well, daddy kinda has a very specific brand he uses, and a specific supplier, and I’ve never even seen other daddy with so much as stubble” 

“Hmm. How about just being a bit basic and giving them something with a personal touch?”

“Personal how?”

“Well, there’s lots of things. Hmm. Ah, have you got your phone with you?”

Peter unlocked it and handed it over. Auntie took it, flicking to the next screen. She paused.

“Wait, before I click on your camera roll, there’s no nudes on here, is there?”

Peter blushed furiously. “No, of course not!”

“Hey, I just want to be safe” Auntie shrugged, clicking on his camera roll and flicking through some of the photos. “You’ve got some pretty cute pictures on here. I’m guessing your friends took some of these?”

Peter nodded. “Flo likes taking photos of me. She’s good at candid shots”

“How about getting one of these framed or printed onto a canvas for them?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to get them something special”

“That is special. Your parents love you, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“But what? Baby, they love you, and they’d love this, believe me”

Peter still wasn’t sure. “But what if they’re expecting something really cool and they open it and it’s just a picture of me?”

“I’d be happy with a framed photo from my kids for father’s day”

“You’ve got kids?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked!” Auntie laughed. “I’ve got three!”

“Wow. But aren’t you gay?”

“Aren’t you?” she shot back.

“I’m... I like both”

“So do I. But men are better” Auntie smiled at him. “I’ve got a daughter who’s a couple of years older than you, and I’ve got the twins. They’re seven”

“Oh right. Are they adopted?”

“No. My daughter is from a previous relationship, and me and the husband had the twins through IVF with a surrogate”

“Oh! So, are you dad to them, or are you mum?”

“I’m dad. The drag is just an act, baby. I’m not always this gorgeous” she winked. “I’m Auntie at work, and I’m plain old Arthur at home”

“Huh” Peter blinked. “So...”

“You’ve got some cute pictures on here. Choose one, get it printed, get it framed, put it in a nice little box or wrap it up nicely. Your parents will love it” she handed Peter his phone back. “Drink your coffee, baby. I’ll find out where the nearest place that does instant print photo’s is”

“Auntie?” Peter said when she stood up. “Thank you”

Auntie reached out and ruffled the boys hair. “No problem, honey”

-

Auntie gave Peter a little hug and sent him on his way the an address scribbled on a post-it note.

“Drop by again some time” she told him. Peter rather thought he would.

-

Peter tried to think of what kind of photo he should print as he walked to the shop Auntie had recommended. He knew he had a lot of photos on his phone, but a lot of the ones of himself were selfies. Well, Flo stole his phone a lot to take pictures of him, and they were usually pretty good. Maybe those would be better.

Once he reached the shop, he unlocked his phone, and saw that Auntie had left a photo up on the screen. Peter remembered the day it was taken. It wasn’t something that he really wanted his parents to know about. 

Armed with special new waterproof cases for their phones, Flo and Peter had snuck into the swimming pool at home fully clothed. It hadn’t gone exactly according to plan. They’d thought that, because there were so many ledges and walkways with either very shallow or no water at all, they’d be able to get through to the fairy cove without getting too wet. They were wrong. They both ended up in water up to their knees very quickly. Fortunately Peter was wearing shorts, and Flo could hold her dress up and keep her clothes mostly dry. However, after they’d been in the fairy cove for a good half an hour, they’d both slipped and ended up falling into the pool and getting soaked through. Still, at least they’d managed to take some decent photos before that happened, which had been their original goal. 

That was where the photo Auntie had left on the screen was from. Peter couldn’t help worrying that he’d get into trouble if his parents found out he’d gone into the pool fully-clothed, but he supposed they hadn’t actually done any harm by doing so. Besides, it was a good photo. Part of the pool could be seen in the photo, with its soft glowing lights adding a nice touch. The funny glowing lights from the little cubby holes in the fairy cove gave the photo a funny hue, mostly pink, but with a more green hue on one side. Peter could almost hear the rush of the water and the sounds of the harp-and-xylophone music as he looked at the photo. He was dressed simply, just in black denim shorts and a white tank top. He was leaning against the rocky wall, looking off over to the other side of the pool, sat with one leg straight and the other bent up, his hands wrapped round his knee. The lights were shining in his eyes, and he looked calm, and happy. Peter had been happy with this photo at the time. It had looked almost ethereal, like he was in a different world entirely. 

Peter plugged his phone into the photo machine, and brought that photo up on the screen, having a proper look at it. It still looked good on a decent sized screen. He wasn’t sure what size to get, and he hadn’t decided if he was going to get a canvas or just a print to frame, but he was glad of the self serve photo machine, as it meant he could take his time - and he didn’t have to try to talk to anyone. Eventually he chose the 8x12 print, deciding it was better to get something that would be ready almost instantly, rather than have to hang about waiting for a canvas. He slipped the print into the paper wallet provided, unplugged his phone, and stepped aside. 

Mercifully, the shop also sold frames. After a lot of looking around and thinking, Peter purchased a thick black glittery frame, deciding it would offset the picture well. He wasn’t sure where he’d find a box to fit it, but he was sure he’d passed a card shop before getting here, and they’d certainly have some appropriate wrapping paper. He just had to do that, maybe revert to type and also buy chocolates for Loki and artisan coffee for Tony, and then that would be father’s day sorted.

-

Peter’s phone rang. Peter slipped his shopping bag onto his wrist, and took his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing in the dodgy end of town, young man?”

“Dad? Um-”

“I’m coming to pick you up right now. Go down to the Starbucks on the corner and stay there until I arrive” Tony said.

“Wait, are you tracking my location?!”

“Yes. Well, technically, FRIDAY is. Now do as you’re told. I’ll be there in three minutes”

Tony hung up. Peter sighed, and walked the few steps to the Starbucks, leaning against the wall. Tony’s car soon came into view, the window winding down as it stopped at the side of the road.

“Get in”

Peter did as he was told. He put his bag in the foot-well, careful not to reveal its contents. Tony drove off again as soon as Peter had put his belt on.

“Do you not pay attention to the news? Three kids around your age were stabbed here just two weeks ago, and that girl was kidnapped. You had no business coming anywhere near here. What on Earth did you think you were doing?”

“Dad, I wasn’t in any danger! And anyway, even if I was, it’s not like I’m just any other kid. I’m Spiderman!”

“Yes, but before that, you’re Peter Parker-Stark: my son. And I don’t want you anywhere where you can get into trouble, especially unprepared. You might be a good little neighbourhood Spiderboy, but how do you think you’d fare if the same thing happened to you as happened to that poor girl? You know they stuck her in the neck with a needle to knock her out before they took her? You know, you might whine about me keeping tabs on you, but if that girl hadn’t had that tracking app on her phone and Fitbit, they might not have found her”

“Dad, please, for Gods sake! You sound like Doctor Shefska on daddy’s ward, spouting scare stories like that”

“Hey, don’t you dare get cheeky with me!” Tony snapped, slapping the boys leg sharply. “I’ve told you time and time again not to go any further than the big library by the arch when you’re alone, and you disobeyed me anyway. This isn’t the first time you’ve done it, either. You’re on your final warning, young man. Go any further than the library again, and you’ll be grounded for a month - and that includes patrols”

“What?! Dad! Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“Uh, you and that attitude are going to earn you a spanking, Mister” Tony said. “Stop being cheeky and trying to downplay this. You know I worry about you, and you know I give you boundaries for you own good; for your own safety. When FRIDAY alerted me to where you were, the first thing that went through my head was; ‘oh god what if he’s hurt?’, and considering recent events, it was a very real possibility. You’re not indestructible”

Peter sighed. “I know”

“What were you doing around there anyway?”

Peter shrugged. “Just walking, I guess”

“That’s not a good enough excuse” Tony shook his head, sighing. “Like I said; you’re on your last warning. We’ll just leave it at that for now... Did you talk to any strangers?”

“Dad, I’ve got selective mutism, remember?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t always apply with customer service staff, and we both know that strange little quirk”

Peter just raised an eyebrow at him and stayed quiet.

“What’s in your bag?”

“None of your business”

“Peter! How many times do I have to tell you not to be so cheeky?!” 

“Sorry...”

“What is it, then? Is it something naughty? Is it drugs?”

“What?! No! Of course it’s not drugs! What do you take me for?!”

“Your defensiveness isn’t exactly reassuring”

“Look, I’m not an idiot: I wouldn’t take anything illegal or harmful. I was against it all even before Macy showed me Trainspotting and scarred me for life”

“Hm, I’m still not happy about that” Tony grumbled. “That girl’s a right little madam. How did she manage to get hold of it, anyway? It’s an 18!”

“She’s said her cousin sent it to her” 

“I see. Must run in the family, then. You never should’ve watched it, even if you weren’t poorly”

Peter scowled at him. “Is that why you treat me like a baby all the time?”

“I’ve treated you like a baby for way longer than you’ve been ill for” Tony said. “I treat you like a baby because you are a baby, as much as you like to think otherwise”

Peter rolled his eyes, and looked out of the window.

Tony sighed again. “Let’s just get you home. Your father is gonna get home before us at this rate”

“He was at the hospital today?”

“Yeah, last minute meeting of some sort. Whatever”

“Are you gonna tell him about today?”

Tony went quiet for a moment. “Not this time. Let’s keep it between us. Just this once”

-

As per Tony’s prediction, Loki got home first. He wasn’t in a good mood. Ordinarily, Peter would have minded, but today it meant he could escape and sort the father’s day presents uninterrupted while his parents were talking. He was as careful and neat as possible while he wrapped up the coffee and chocolates. He put the print of himself in the frame, making sure it was lined up properly, and took extra care wrapping it, fixing a ribbon diagonally over the bottom right corner. He still wasn’t entirely sure about gifting a photo of himself, but he supposed he’d just have to wait and see if Auntie’s judgement had been trustworthy or not. He hoped it would pay off. 

-

A few days after Father’s day, Peter broke the rules again and ventured back into the bad area of town. He found the gay bookshop again, and pushed the door open. He knew there would be someone behind the counter this time, so he didn’t jump when they spoke.

“Hey kid”

“Hey...” Peter swallowed hard, and approached the counter. “Is- is Auntie working today?”

“Yeah, head on up: she should be on the counter”

Peter nodded his thanks, passed by the blue bookshelf, and went upstairs. He found he was pleased to see Auntie. She looked different today. She had the same hair, but she had black lipstick and smokey eye shadow, and she was wearing a tight low-cut jumper and leather skirt. She was serving a table when he walked in, so Peter could see her killer stiletto boots too.

“Hey, it’s baby Stark!” she said when she spotted him, and gave him a hug.

Peter was surprised, but hugged her back. She smelt good; of powder and expensive perfume. She held him at arms length.

“Have you come back just to see old Auntie, baby?”

Peter nodded. “Kind of. I can’t stay long though; I’ll get into awful trouble if dad finds out I’m here”

“Oh, is that so?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s not what you think! He just worries about me being in this part of town”

“Well, I can’t blame him” she said, and sat down at a nearby table. “Come here, honey”

Peter sat down beside her, and Auntie pulled his chair closer. 

“How did father’s day go?”

“Oh! You remembered!”

Auntie smiled. “Of course. I asked you to come back, remember?”

Peter nodded. “Yep! And I nodded, didn’t I?”

“I was hoping to see you tarted up. Have you tried out dungarees yet?”

Peter giggled. “Not yet. No, I dropped by, just to say thank you again. You were right; they loved the photo. I used the one you left up on my phone”

“Show me again?”

Peter got out his phone and showed her the photo. She nodded.

“Good, I chose well! I knew they’d like it. I’m never wrong, you know”

“I know now” Peter smiled. “I got a nice frame for it, all black glitter. They moved some stuff around and put it in the centre of the mantelpiece in the main living room. I’m was kinda nervous giving it to them, so it’s good it’s appreciated, y’know?”

“I told you it’d go down well, honey. It’s a cool photo” Auntie said. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Well... I’d really better not. I’ll try to come back for longer some other time, but I can’t really today”

“Aw honey, you’re a bit of a daddy’s boy, aren’t you? Don’t try to deny it; even the tabloid photos are proof enough” she took his hand and kissed it. “Look up the shop on Instagram when you get home. You can find my page through it, and maybe I’ll end up doing a gig near you some time, and you can come along”

“Ok, but I’m too young for clubs”

“But you’re not too young for cafe-bars. Get your parents to go along. Maybe Mr Playboy will let you hang about the bookshop if he knows old Auntie is here to keep an eye on you”

Peter smiled nervously. “I don’t know about that. I’ll give it a go anyway. I- well, aside from obviously being in a big gay household, I don’t really get to talk to many other people like me, and it’s kinda nice doing that”

“Honey, you enter a whole other world when you find more people like you. You’re young, and most people have to wait until they can go to gay clubs. You’re lucky to have places like this about. You’ll meet people if you go to them. You know it’s healthy to do so”

Peter nodded. “I know. Maybe I’ll guilt trip daddy that way”

Auntie laughed. “You’re a caution, baby”

Peter’s phone started ringing before he could reply.

“Is that daddy-Playboy?”

Peter looked at his phone, and nodded. He answered the call.

“I know where you are!” Tony said. “Don’t you dare leave that shop; I’ll be there to get you in five minutes. You are so totally grounded!”

Peter grimaced, glancing at Auntie. “I’ll stay put”

“You’d better! We’re gonna have a falling out one of these days, young man! See you in a minute”

“See you in a minute”

Peter ended the call, and sighed heavily. Auntie squeezed his shoulder.

“Don’t go looking so worried, baby” she said. “I’ll talk him round the moment he arrives”

Peter couldn’t help but grin. Maybe this fierce drag queen could mellow out his over-protective father. He certainly hoped so.

*

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #irondad and spiderson #this is longer than I expected but whatever #father's day

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Boys Are Mean To The Girls They Like pt. 4

Pairing: mob!Tom x reader

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“Why are you smiling? What did you do?” Y/BF/N asked you that same evening as you were on FaceTime to her. You were smiling but you also felt that too familiar pang in your chest, which meant you were either upset, or dying of heart problems. Kind of hoping it was the former: it would be easier to deal with.

“Well… You know how you said Tom and I may have a little thing? I think we do sort of have a little thing” you told her, cocking your head to one side, thinking.

“What? Okay tell me everything, don’t spare any detail” she said excitedly as she propped her phone against the wall of her desk so she could look at you whilst taking off her makeup in front of her mirror.

You licked your lips slightly as you started recalling everything that happened only hours before.

“Can’t she wait?” you asked, your voice coming out just above a whisper, barely audible, but it caused Tom to look down at you with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye. You didn’t fully know what had come over you but at that moment you didn’t care about anything that happened in the past, or who was downstairs. All you could think of was how much you wanted Tom right then, the solely innocent kiss ignited a burning fire inside you that could be put out unless he did it himself.

“That’s not a very good host trait, if we just leave her downstairs now, is it?” he said, teasing you but not moving closer to the door, you knew he wasn’t going to leave the room, and with that you knew that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You shook your head slightly. Not as an answer to his question but as a sign of your disinterest.

“I don’t care” you said, your eyes not leaving his, the way his stare just seemed to see right through you made you breathless, and gave you a squeezing kind of feeling at the pit of your stomach, a mixture of stress and a primary needing of his touch.

He nodded his head as he said “She’s a big girl, she can show herself out” and proceeded to come back into your vicinity and place his hand again at the back of your neck and kiss you passionately. What started off as a plain smooch turned into some sort of dance as your tongues danced around both your mouths, fighting each other for dominance, and the way his hands ventured over your body, resting on your waist and then travelling up to meet the bottom of your bra under your blouse as your hands did some venturing of their own, travelling down his chest, the feeling of his toned abs under your fingertips, resting them at the hem of his jeans. Then his hand left the back of your neck and he placed both his hands just under your hips, as he tossed you to the top of your bed, surprised at his action as well as the sudden loss of contact you looked up at him and involuntarily pouted your lips, causing him to chuckle slightly but stay where he was, before looking at you intently and running a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands lightly with his fingers.

“Okay?” Y/BF/N asked proddingly “And what happened then?”

“Well… It got… Interesting, but not in the way you’d think…” you started as you trailed off into what happened next.

“Your father is going to kill me if I do anything, I can’t.” he stated, looking at you longingly.

“What? What does my father have got to do with anything?” you asked, confused at how this situation was going, from one end of the extreme spectrum right off to the other end.

“He specifically told me not to lay a single finger on you, Y/N. I know you know this, but if someone disobeys your father's words, he won’t hesitate to shoot them, doesn’t matter if that person is the bloody Queen, or just me.” he said, raking his hand through his hair one more time.

“But he doesn’t need to know” you said, your voice detached, distant. Everything in your head started falling into place, the reason why he has always been an ass, as well as the reason why every single person who has ever been in the same room as you two together, always seemed to think he liked you… It’s because he did.

“And you think if we carry this on, he won’t find out? Be realistic, this guy knows everything” he said, sighing.

“But I won’t let him do anything, he wouldn’t hurt me” you told him, reaching out and taking his hand and you could see that he was contemplating shaking it off. But he didn’t.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I’m willing to risk everything, just to make you happy, but I’m also going to do everything to keep you out of trouble. Even if that means keeping my distance from you”

“But I don’t want you to do that.” you said stubbornly.

“I don’t want to do that either, love, but it’s what has to happen” he said, bending over and kissing the crown of your head delicately before looking down at you one more time, with lust-filled eyes, and then proceeding to leave your room. You heard him walk into his room and close the door behind him. The girl downstairs was long forgotten; was she still there? Maybe. Did you care? Not so much. You were too busy realising that everything had suddenly fit into place, everything made sense. Tom wasn’t a dick because he didn’t like you, he was a dick because he did… But he was given strict instruction not to pursue you, or else.

“Woahhhh, that story took a turn” Y/BF/N said as she looked intently at you through her phone, her eyes wide and her eyebrows scrunched. She was in the middle of removing her makeup and only one of her eyes was clean, the other was still black and smeared from the first attempt to wipe it, making her look funny, but you chose not to comment on that.

“It didn’t half” you said huffily, leaning your back on the headboard of your bed.

“What will you do now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I want to speak to my Dad, you know? But he’s never here, fuck knows where he is right now. I have no idea how he’ll react, but I think I’ve grown quite fond of Tom. I can’t expect him to now stay faithful to me as we’re not… a thing. Which means he’s free to go out with girls, which then means he can also bring them home. I don’t think I can handle that.” you said, the thought of Tom coming home with another girl in his arms making you sad, but not sad enough that you’d cry. ‘Crying shows people your weakness, you have to learn how to put up a facade, crying is out the equation’ you father used to tell you. Not that you’d say it to his face, but that is the shittest thing you can tell a girl. Crying is out of the equation. Oh okay let me fling all my oestrogen out the window real quick, oh look we’re all sorted. That being said, over the years crying just worked its way out of your life. No matter how hurt you were, no matter in how much pain, no tears ever came. You’ve grew to notice that often instead of tears, anger flooded your body, causing you to become ruthless, often say things you didn’t mean, kick up a mess. Your father may have been proud of what he produced, but you hated being like that. It’s not every day that you see a girl screaming at a nurse because she broke her ankle and despite being in so much pain, refused to cry.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry” she said, looking at you with empathy.

“Oh trust me, so am I” you commented, smiling sadly.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #imagine #series #oneshot #spiderman #peter parker #marvel #mcu #avengers #smut #fluff #angst #love #hate #kisses #kill #fanfic #mob!tom #mob!tom x reader #x reader #tom holland x y/n

[5hfanfiction]

I Thought You Were An Asshole - Prologue

Your POV

I walk into my house, putting my shoes in the front hall closet, as well as hanging my jacket up. I walk into the living room seeing my mom reading on the love seat, and my sister sprawled out on the couch scrolling through her phone. 

I walk over to her, tapping her shoulder so she’ll sit up. “We’re going to Normani’s at 7,” Bella states, locking her phone and sliding it in her pocket. “She says that since she has a huge church thing this weekend, she wants to hangout tonight.”

I nod, turning on the TV, finding HGTV. I love shows like this, but Bella hates them, so that’s usually the reason I keep them on. “Also, girls, before you go please put your laundry away. Your dad distributed it all this morning.”

“Y/n, turn this off,” Bella groans, reaching for the remote, I put it in my other hand, and behind my back away from her. “This isn’t funny.” She reaches for it, and I pull it away. “I’m older, so I get to tell you that you can’t watch this." 

She jumps on top of me pulling at the remote. "Only by 5 minutes,” I smile, sticking it under the couch cushion behind me, then holding my hands up to show I don’t have it. 

“You little shit,” she groans, sitting next to me.  “Isabella Marie! Language!” For some reason, even though we’re seniors in high school my mom won’t let us even say hell. 

“I’m gonna go put my laundry away so we can leave,” Bella mumbles, trudging out of the room. I smile to myself pulling the remote out and handing it to my mom before I head up to my room. 

“She’s gonna kill you one day,” Mom says, not looking up from her book. 

I shrug, jogging up the stairs. I grab my laundry basket from outside of my parents’ bedroom. I walk into the room I share with my sister, seeing that she’s already done with her laundry. “Hurry up. Normani said the pizza will be at her house in 15 minutes,” Bella says, changing from the sweatpants she wore home from soccer practice, into a pair of black leggings. 

I was also in sweatpants, but because I had AAU practice after school. I really didn’t want to change, and I couldn’t see anything I wanted to change into as I was putting away my clothes. “And before you try not to change, we’re going to the party at Will’s, so you have to change." 

I hate how she acts like she can read my mind. 

After I change into a real bra, I decide on a pair of light wash skinny jeans, a plain white v-neck, and throw on a sweatshirt, that had USC Basketball on the front of it. Then I slide on a pair of short white converse, knowing that since it was the middle of November I would probably be freezing by the end of the night.

The only reason I put on the sweatshirt is so my mom wouldn’t know that I was in my version of dressed up. We were probably just going to grab a bite at Normani’s, then going to Will’s. This was our usual Friday night routine. 

I slide my last pair of socks into my drawer, and Bella and I head out. It was my turn to be the DD, so I drove there. 

When we arrive at Normani’s, she’s sitting on top of her counter, chewing on a piece of pizza as she scrolls through her phone. "Hey Mani,” Bella says, grabbing a piece of pizza from the box, and standing next to her.  “Hey guys. We’re leaving soon so eat,” Normani explains. Bella and Mani get into a fast conversation about some drama between two people that I had never heard of. I think it was relationship drama, but I wasn’t sure. 

After we ate, and digested a little bit, we headed over to Will’s which was about a 20 minute drive from Mani’s house. When we pull up, there are already very sloppy kids in Will’s front yard, as well as on his porch.  “The party’s here!” Normani smiles, walking right to the living room, where the ‘dance floor’ was. Bella follows her, while I head into the kitchen. I grab water bottles, one for myself, and one for each of the girls that are probably already taking drinks from the boys that giving them. 

I find my sister and my best friend, already dancing with boys. I give them water bottles, and take the drinks that are in their hands. I didn’t know what was in them, nor did I know who gave them the beverages. 

I walk back into the kitchen, dumping the drinks out, and recycling the red solo cups. “Y/n! Hi!” I turn around when I hear the voice, seeing a very drunk Selena, clumsily walking my way. She practically falls on me, and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy you came. I was missing you,” she smirks, tugging at the collar of my t-shirt.  Smiling awkwardly, I pull her off of me, and rest her on the kitchen counter. She pouts taking another sip of her drink before placing it down again. 

“Come on, Y/n. Usually we have so much fun together,” Selena smirks, resting a hand on my stomach, and one hand on my shoulder, her lips practically on my ear. “And I really want to have fun tonight.”

“You’re drunk,” I mumble, shaking her off of me, and heading into the dining room with my water bottle. I plop down next to Ally, Will’s older sister, who tends to keep everything under control when Will throws these parties.  Their parents aren’t really home often because of work, and traveling. 

“Hi Y/n, how are you?” She smiles. I smile back and Ally looks confused as to why I have a water bottle in my hand. “Are you the DD?” She asks. I nod, and she smiles. “Would you mind helping me? There’s some awful messes in the family room. I’ve kicked everyone out of the room, and locked the door, but I could really use help cleaning it up a bit.”

“Of course,” I nod, finishing up my water bottle, and recycling it. I follow Ally into the TV room and notice that there are red cups everywhere and many different liquids on the floor.

Ally grabs a mop, and I start picking up the red cups, throwing them away, along with the grease covered paper plates. 

It takes Ally and I about 20 minutes to clean up, then I head back into the main room of the party, seeing Normani and my sister having the time of their lives, each grinding on their respective guys, and Selena making out with a guy in the corner.  My 'thing’ with Selena barely lasted 3 months. It was over the summer, we weren’t exclusive, we just were friends and made out a couple times, and possibly other things. But she wasn’t really my type. When she was sober she talked so much, and never appreciated sitting in silence, or reading a book quietly to yourself. 

According to her friends she really liked me, but I couldn’t be bothered. She wanted to do so many things all of the time, she wasn’t willing to just watch a movie, or look at the stars.  It never really bothered me that she kept getting with kids on the weekends and at parties and stuff, even though I think her friends wanted me to feel bad about it. Whatever, I’ve spent too much time thinking about Selena. 

I push my way through the dance floor, finding my sister, and tapping her shoulder so she saw me. “What’s up?” She yells over the music. I know it was only 10:30, but I’m kind of bored. 

“Let’s leave,” I say, Bella rolling her eyes.

“No, we’ve barely been here for an hour. C'mon! Loosen up, dance with us!” She smirks, grabbing my hands, moving them up and down.  I walk away from the dancing girls, plopping down on a long black sofa that was pushed up against the wall. There were couples whispering in each other’s ears all around me. I prop my feet up on the coffee table, and whip out my phone, scrolling through Instagram. 

I like a couple pictures, then get bored. I gently slide a couple off of me, and head back to the kitchen, hoping to find something or someone to kill my time. I see that the kitchen is generally empty, except for a couple dudes doing a keg stand in the corner, and a group of girls giggling about something in the corner. 

“Hey Y/n!” A brunette pokes her head out of the group, and I recognize her as Z, a girl in my English class. I wave back, and she breaks apart from the group coming over to me. She leans in and we hug briefly. “Look, my friends and I are ditching, there’s a really cool new Diner down on Columbus Ave that we thought we would check out. Do you want to join us?”

“I’m the DD,” I shrug, Z nodding.  “Oh okay, for your sister and Normani?” She asks. I nod, Z smiling. “Maybe another time?" 

"Yeah,” I plop up on the counter, Z still not leaving. 

“So, do you have a game this weekend, maybe I could stop by?” She was a very nice girl. She was also really pretty, and she was standing really close.

“Uh, yeah. At The Reggie Lewis. Noon on Sunday,” I explain, running a hand through my hair. She smiles, resting her hands on my knees. 

“Do you want to go somewhere? It’s kind of loud here,” she whispers, standing closer to me. 

“Uh yeah.” I wasn’t someone to turn down a make out session. Z smiles, grabbing my hand. I hop off the counter, and follow her to a bed room. She locks the door behind me, and I turn around, pushing her hips up against the door, connecting our lips feverishly. 

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. “Take me over to the bed,” she mumbles against my lips, smirking a little bit. 

I pick her up, the long slender legs wrapping around my waist. I walk over to the double bed, laying the brunette down, and settling in-between her legs. I put one arm on the side of her head to hold me up, as my lips move slowly against Z’s. 

She laughs lightly as I start kissing her jawline slowly. “I’ve wanted this to happen for so long,” she whispers. “You’re really good at that.” She practically moans as I start creating a hickey on her neck. Usually this is when girls start pouring out their feelings, and never shut up. So I tend to keep myself occupied and leave the famous Y/Ln marks on them. 

She cups my cheeks, bringing my lips back to hers, and they connect in a deep kiss, Zendaya moving her hands to my hips, pushing my body towards hers as I cup one of her cheeks, running my thumb along her cheek. “Y/n! Come on! We wanna go eat!” There’s a pounding on the door, Normani and my sister screaming at me. 

“Jesus,” I groan, Zendaya pouting. 

“Stay here, Y/n. Tell them to go with my friends, we’ll meet them later,” she whispers against my lips. I nod, getting up from the bed, walking over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. 

“Go with Z’s friends,” I mumble, helping support my sister who was about to fall over. 

“You’re with Z? Nice!” Normani smiles, her and Bella giggling at each other. I can’t make them go with other people when they’re this smashed, no way. 

I walk back to the bed, to see Z sitting up on her elbows. “I can’t. They’re drunk,” I explain, the girl pouting. “Sorry.” I help her out of the bed, Z pecking my lips one more time before pushing past the two drunk girls, making her way towards the kitchen. “Let’s go,” I mumble, helping the two girls to the living room. I put them on the couch, and find Ally, thanking her quickly before heading out with the girls. 

I put them in the car, and we head to Normani’s house because nobody is gonna be home, so we can give them an opportunity to sober up before my sister and I head home. I pull up to Normani’s, and try to contain the drunk and giggling girls in the kitchen as I get them some water and crackers to dry up their stomachs.

“So, how was Z?” Normani smirks, popping a cracker into her mouth. 

“Fine,” I shrug, the two girls giggling in front of me. 

“Selena saw you two disappear together,” Bella smirks, taking a sip of water. I honestly didn’t really care, but these two were known to cry when they weren’t sober. “Was that on purpose?” She asks. 

“No.” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I head to the bathroom, and pee, for some reason, when I return the two girls were both knocked out on the table. 

I grab my sister, tossing her over my shoulder, and bringing her home. When we get there I try to carry her to our room as quietly as possible. 

She groans as I put her on her bed, and I take off her shoes, tucking her under the covers. 

I head into the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth before changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, going to bed myself.

A/n: Sorry for mistakes, I would love feedback, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

#UPDATE #series #AU #/you #submission #I Thought You Were An Asshole

[incoherentbabblings]

TimSteph Fanfic Recs

I was thinking about making a list the other day but then anon prompted me so clearly the time is right to make one of these.  A lot of these authors have stuff which is worth checking out outside of the individual stories I’ve linked, so have fun, and add any that you love as well!  It’s quite long so see the read more for full list!  **Starred Fics are the Favourite of Favourites**

Oldies but Goodies

**Make This Go On Forever by boywonder_iii**

“Stephanie thought she was just imagining things when she saw the darkness in Tim, but the more and more she was with him, the more she realized he was slipping further towards the point of no return. Unbeknownst to him, she had something up her sleeve to keep that from happening.” 

Set after Steph’s return and the Robin/Spoiler special, Stephanie goes to efforts to bring Tim out of his shell and be open with her once more.

Note: Straddles being an R to NC-17 rating, but it’s not too explicit.  Sweet more than anything.

Adventures in Death Traps by faile_neume

Tim and Steph are stuck in a trap and shenanigans ensue.  

This is just plain funny.  A+ banter and usage of Tim and Steph saying c2007 lolcat meme jokes which I’m not sure is cringe or charming (I mean we have canon proof that Tim and Steph used to say pwned so I’m going with charmed) 

The Antidote by aravistarkheena 

Tim is poisoned and Steph stays with him until Bruce arrives with the antidote

Drugged confessions with angsty apologies and cuddles are good for the soul.  Fic includes the wonderfully earnest line of “ “There is a place for Tim Drake,” she said fiercely, around her tears. “There is a place with me. Tim Drake belongs with me.” ” like URGH good stuff right there.

Rainy Nights by aravistarkheena 

Tim has to walk home in the rain, feeling miserable until Steph cheers him up with bed snuggles

Sweet schmoop!  Set after the above story but works completely independent of it if you just want to read cuddles in bed.

**Learning By Doing by iesika**

“There's a first time for everything.”

I’d argue this is the best smutty fic that TimSteph has...if you are looking for a definitive yes this is the full deal kinda schtick.  This is explicit but also very vanilla.  Just what you’d expect from these two’s first time.  Includes Tim getting sidetracked by the type of bra Steph is wearing to the point of getting a tape measure and later sending her a proper good sports bra in front of her mum. 

Ao3 Newbies 

All The Ghosts That Bring Us by Downmimosaeyes

“It’s been a rough night,” he says, then after a moment’s pause clarifies delicately, “You’re hurt. Let me help.” Set at a handwavey point sometime after Steph's return from Leslie faking her death.

Includes Tim taking care of Steph after a difficult fight with Clayface.  Shower cuddles and hair washing and gentle teasing from Tim about Steph’s choice of shower curtains and towels

Mosaic by Heartsfightforyourwrite

In an odd way, they found each other once more after falling apart. It wasn’t a matter of starting again on the holy grounds of their past, but rather, picking up the pieces of their broken devotion and hoping that an artist, or someone, could create some sort of mosaic masterpiece out of the mess.

A good look at how messy TimSteph got towards the end before Flashpoint, but also how that messiness means they fit so well together and with no-one else.  

**Sorry That I Bruced You by quipquipquip**

He tied a purple ribbon around a brick and left it on her windowsill with a note that said: Want to catch a movie on Friday? - Alvin. Post Batgirl #24, Tim/Steph fluff.

The best TimSteph fic bar none.  A totally believable and adorable way of getting the two back together after the end of their batgirl/red robin solo runs.  The fic is chock a block with references to earlier issues and fan theories, such as the Dr Midnight actually being Red Robin that saved Steph from the Black Mercy, their date in Robin #111 and their first date ever to the cinema.  It’s just...really good.  

Countdown to a Bad Idea by Nimravidae

Stephanie has that feeling in her gut that says she's either about thirty seconds away from making a bad decision. It's the feeling she gets right before she jumps off a rooftop or into a den of criminals. Or when Tim Drake is standing too close.

Anther fic depicting them getting back together after their solos, but this time a little less smoothly.  This one is explicit again, so be mindful when reading.  

Slick by Merit

Why stop at one?

Just smut.  Just pure absolute smut.  

Hallways by fightforyourwrite

Things would be a lot less awkward if Stephanie wasn't wearing a dress shirt and shorts.

Steph tries to sneak around Wayne Manor after staying the night.  This being Wayne Manor, she fails.  Just adorable really.

Photograph by redbirb

A lazy morning with Tim & Steph

I am weak for bed snuggles you hear me!  Weak! I confess it!  Also a sweet callback to when Tim had actual hobbies, like photography.

Don't Wake by MeRascalJoy (DarkQuill)

*Spoilers for Detective Comics #940* This. THIS was Tim. Solid, warm, breathing, alive. Not disintegrated on some clocktower's roof.Just a dream. It had only been a dream. (A nightmare.)(Pre-52 Steph and Tim's "death." Alternatively, Steph has a nightmare and Tim comforts her in his own awkward way.)

Written just after Tim ‘kicked the bucket’ and has the gut punchiest ending.  Thankfully as of the end of Tynion’s run the two have got their happily ever after (for now grumblegrumble) but at the time this was 100% pure ooOWWWww??!?!

Spoiled Again by WanderingJane

Tim would like everyone to know that he really hates catchphrases. (Please make her stop.)

Written during Batman Eternal and details what could have been the first meeting between Spoiler and Red Robin in the New52.  Sweet as candy floss ending and to be honest my headcanon of their relationship before they got together proper by the beginning of Rebirth.  Afterall, Red Robin met Steph in Batman Eternal, Spoiler and Red Robin may have met at a different time...

**Bird all Sing (as if they knew) by anonymous**

"How do you spell 'engagement'?"   "Who are you texting?"   "Tim."

Bruce get it into his head that Tim is going to propose to Stephanie at aged 19 after finding an big ass ring in his closet.  Not quite a TimSteph focus fic, as Stephanie only appears through one text conversation with Bruce (and it is a golden conversation).  The fic is more about Bruce’s inability to let Tim live his own life, pushing him to move back to the manor or go to college, whilst Tim is quite content to continue working at WE, getting joint tattoos with Steph and preparing to move from an apartment to a townhouse.  Miscommunication leads to hilarity and arguments.  Seriously this is one of the funniest batfam fics I have ever read, but also one of the more heartbreaking.  Bruce means well, but can’t bring himself to actually ask about the ring, leading to him belittling everything about Tim’s existence in an effort to prove that he’s too young ‘to be making such big decisions’.  Cass and Damian also make quick (hilarious) cameos.  Not complete yet, but patiently waiting for the ending hinted at in the tags (no rush though anon, it’s glorious as is) 

Midnight Talks, Chapter Six by ShariDeschain

Damian's family loves him. Sometimes they even say it (or come really, really, really close to say it, at least).

Like above, this is a fic less where TimSteph is the main focus, but rather this time it is Stephanie and Damian. Set during the Batman Reborn era, it takes a really good look at what a good influence Stephanie is on Damian.  I’ve included this in this list a)because it is very good, and b) Damian’s attitude to Tim can be softened through Stephanie.  There’s a fantastic conversation at the end regarding how Stephanie is viewed by Damian, and how Tim can be useful in this one (1) regard: if Tim marries Stephanie, then Damian can safely claim her as his sister.  After that Tim is fair game for murder but-

Heroes and Thieves by starspatter

A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

One of my fave things about the DCAU is the hints that Tim’s wife is Stephanie Brown (blonde, wears purple, knows all about his past adventures...yeah it’s Steph) and that they do get their happy ending. Set in the DCAU this covers Tim’s efforts to get on with his life after the Return of the Joker film, and how Stephanie plays a major role in this.  A WIP, and only five chapters in, this story updates slowly but is well worth the wait, as it is already nearly 25,000 words long.  Long TimSteph fics are a rare find, and this is shaping up to be the best of the bunch.  

EDIT CAUSE I’M A FOOL A GODDAMN FOOL.  Brick to the Face tumblr page.  

Drabbles after drabbles of pure gold.  Sweet through to humour to angst to a bit smutty, something for everyone there.

Thanks to Tynions efforts on Tec there are more TimSteph being written, especially ones where they aren’t the main focus, but are present in the background, which I am pleased to see more and more of.  Where Tim and Steph appears, it’s a given that they are either together or love one another, or at the very least are each others closest friend.   No more sweeping Steph under the rug because she’s inconvenient you hear me! 

#fic rec #dc #tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #whoops this took longer than half an hour #there were lots to narrow down! #but these are the ones I can read over and over again #timsteph meta

[littlemisswolfie]

Day 3: Sacrifice

AO3

It was three in the morning when Lotor and Pidge’s ship landed in the desert next to the Garrison. Iverson greeted them, his whole body tense, and offered to lend them a vehicle to drive to Pidge’s parents’ house. Pidge vaguely remembered her father’s illegal driving lessons and it was all desert between the house and the Garrison, so she accepted the offer.

Lotor held on to the door for dear life while she drove. The expression of horror on his face was pretty funny, but the way he shrieked when she swerved was even funnier. “How did you manage to pilot the Green Lion?” he demanded when she slowed, laughing.

“In my defense,” she said, “I was too young to officially learn how to drive when I left Earth and the Lions operate on a mixture of science and magic.”

Lotor made a disbelieving noise.

Pidge may or may not have swerved a little harder than necessary and sent him crashing into the door, but she absolutely laughed.

X

They got to Pidge’s parents’ house at a quarter to four. The spare key was still buried in the dehydrated daisy pot next to the back door. All four Holts had birthdays in April, so her mother thought it would be funny to decorate everything with that month’s flower.

Pidge let herself and Lotor in quietly. Gunther, while old, was still probably pretty perceptive, and she doubted her family would be pleased to be awoken by his barking so early in the morning. She toed her shoes off, prompting Lotor to shed his own boots, and stuck a hand out to feel for the walls in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Lotor asked her.

“We might wake my parents if we turn on the lights,” she answered. “I got my early morning grumpiness from my dad. He might go off if we interrupt his sleep.”

She started walking towards her room, reaching back with her free hand to grab Lotor’s forearm when she heard him stumble over something in the dark. Pidge did her best to ignore the way fire raced up her arm from the contact.

They made their way up the stairs without incident and she pulled him into her childhood bedroom, closing the door behind them. She flicked the switch next to the door and allowed light to flood the room. That was when she realized the dilemma.

There was only one bed.

Pidge took a second to think and said, “Take off your flight suit.”

“Excuse me?”

Pidge was already moving towards her dresser to find something to change into. “We’re going to be sharing a bed for a while, and I’d rather not have to deal with how uncomfortable flight suits are. Your bodysuit should be good enough. You can borrow something from my dad or my brother in the morning.” She found a pair of old pajamas and, before she could second guess herself, started changing into them.

Fortunately, she heard the soft clank of his flight suit hitting the thinly carpeted floor. Flight suits could be very hard to get out of, so at least he was occupied for a while. Unfortunately, she grew more than she thought she had, and her pajamas were a little… small. The shorts hugged her hips tightly, and she couldn’t fasten the top two buttons of the shirt, leaving part of her black sports bra visible.

Deep breaths, Pidge, she told herself, trying to will away the heat in her cheeks. As long as you turn the lights off, he won’t be able to see. Aloud, he said, “You can go ahead and get in bed. I’ll get the lights.”

He grunted affirmatively and she heard the bedsprings groan under his weight. Pidge quickly flicked the switch down, letting darkness swallow the room, and slipped under the covers herself.

X

The first thing Pidge became aware of when she woke up was how warm she was.

Which was weird, because she usually got super cold at night. Her mom liked to say it was because she never wore socks to bed, but if she did that she felt like she would melt, and fuck that. Being cold was clearly superior to being warm.

This warmth, however, was pleasant It made her feel safe—happy. It also made her feel sleepy, so she kept her eyes tightly shut and snuggled closer to whatever amazing pillow she’d somehow acquired.

Wait.

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself greeted with Lotor’s handsome sleeping face. Somehow in the night they must have snuggled together; one of his arms was hooked around his waist while the other cushioned her head in place of a pillow. Her pajama shirt had ridden up, revealing her stomach and the bottom half of her sports bra, and one of her legs was stuck between his.

Pidge’s face heated up as she realized how intimate a position this was. Even during Paladin sleepovers, where the whole team would basically sleep in a puppy pile, she’d never slept so close to someone. Her skin tingled everywhere he was touching her, and even though this situation was unfamiliar and a little frightening, she found herself not wanting to pull away.

She watched Lotor’s eyes flutter open. “Good morning,” she whispered, not wanting to disturb the intimate atmosphere.

“Good morning,” he replied, eyes still glassy. He yawned, stretching his legs out, and Pidge was able to feel the quiver in his muscles. Her flush only got deeper at that realization.

Luckily, before she had to confront this, her bladder announced very firmly she had to pee right this second. She squirmed against Lotor, and his arms and legs were relaxed enough to let her wriggle right out. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she told him as she crawled backwards off the bed. “You can go ahead and put you flight suit back on if you want. I’ll get dressed when I get back.”

She tip-toed across the hallway to the bathroom. Before she flushed, however, she snuck over to Matt’s room to see if he was still asleep. When she heard snoring from the other side of the closed door, she returned to the bathroom to flush the toilet. She didn’t want to freak her parents out too much by making a loud noise when no one was supposed to be upstairs.

Pidge returned to her room to find a dressed and still-sleepy Lotor. She found a dress that used to be a little big on her and changed into it. It was a little short on her, but it was better than nothing. She combed her fingers through her hair to get rid of the knots and, after a moment of deliberation, reached up and did the same to Lotor’s. “Ready to meet my parents?”

He gave her a wry smile. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

X

Pidge led Lotor down the stairs, moving quietly. She could hear her parents talking softly and mulling about, so she knew, logically, there was no slipping past them. The first floor of the house was almost entirely open, so they could see the stairs from just about anywhere.

When they reached the bottom step, she cleared her throat to announce their presence. Her parents both whirled around to face them, their faces a mixture of confusion and delight. “Katie?” her mom said, getting out of her seat at the table on shaking legs. “Is it really you?”

Pidge shrugged faux-carelessly. “Who else knows where you keep the spare key?”

Her mother rushed her, gathering her up in her arms. Her father followed at a more sedate pace, but Pidge saw the way he was limping and knew it wasn’t out of lack of enthusiasm, but a lack of mobility. The Galra work camp had been hard on him.

She stayed in her parents’ embrace for a few wonderful moments before pulling away. “We wanted to surprise you at breakfast, but plans changed a little. We got here about two hours ago.”

“We?” her dad asked. He finally looked over her shoulder to see Lotor, who she could feel right at her back. “Prince Lotor!” he exclaimed, jumping backwards and eyes widening in fear.

Pidge hurried to placate her father’s fear. “Don’t worry, Dad, he’s not here to hurt you! We came here together. Right, Lotor?” She threw her head back to regard her husband.

Lotor nodded. “We simply came for a visit.” He turned to her mother, who looked extremely confused, and Pidge only then remembered she had never met an alien before and, as such, had no context for her husband’s panic or Lotor’s purple skin. “You must be Katelyn’s mother. I am King Lotor of the planet Galra, and your…” His brow furrowed and he turned back to Pidge. “What is the phrase you used?”

Pidge sighed. “‘Son-in-law.’”

“Ah, yes. I am your son-in-law.”

Her parents regarded him in silence before turning their gazes on Pidge. “Explain,” they said, in perfect unison.

Pidge let loose another sigh. She really should have expected this.

X

After giving a quick recap to her parents (and Matt, who emerged from his bedroom at the smell of bacon the way a bear emerges from hibernation) over breakfast, Pidge found herself doing the dishes beside her mother while her father and brother took Lotor out to buy him some Earth clothes. “He’s handsome,” her mother said out of the blue, causing Pidge to go red and nearly drop the plate she’d been scrubbing.

“M-Mom!”

She laughed. “What? I’m not allowed to find young men attractive?”

“Not your child’s husband!”

“Speaking of that, when can I expect some grandchildren out of you?”

Pidge felt like her cheeks would never go back to their natural pale color. “It’s not like that, Mom! We only kissed once, at the wedding, and last night was the first time we ever slept in the same bed.”

“So you weren’t together before you got married?” Her mother propped a hand on her hip. “Katie, why would you do that?”

“Like I said, we needed to secure the alliance.”

“And who suggested marriage as the best way to secure it? Was it Lotor?”

Pidge shook her head. “No, actually. Several of the alien races we were already allied with were distrustful of Lotor, and they said they wouldn’t sign the treaty unless there was something concrete tying him to us.” She chuckled a little. “Not a whole lot more concrete than a lifelong vow, right?”

“You just… sacrificed yourself to secure an alliance? Weren’t there any other girls available?”

“Lotor actually asked for me, if you can believe it.”

Her mother blinked at her. “Why wouldn’t I believe it?”

“Mom, come on. I’m plain. Look at Lotor, then look at me. That’s about as big a difference as you can get.”

Her mother raised an eyebrow. “So you have no clue why he asked to marry you? Katie, sweetheart, I only spent twenty minutes with him, and I can tell he’s head over heels for you.”

“I’m afraid I’m desperately in love with you.”

Pidge felt her face practically explode in red, and her mother laughed. “I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I? And from the way you’re acting, you’ve got some feelings for him, too.”

“Well,” Pidge admitted, “this morning was… nice. I must have cuddled up to him while we were asleep and I actually really liked waking up like that.”

Her mother smiled. “Your father’s a cuddler, too. You always took more after him than me.”

Pidge started to fidget. “So, uh, suppose I want to have a more-than-platonic relationship with Lotor. What do you think I should do?”

Her mother went quiet, considering, before saying, “It seems like he’s waiting for you to make the first move. If you even indicate you’re open to the possibility, I’m sure he’d be thrilled.” She laid a hand on Pidge’s shoulder. “You’re you, Katie. You saved the universe! I’m sure you can get your husband to kiss you.”

Pidge groaned. “Saving the universe was so much easier.”

X

Acxa sent Lotor a transmission about a mild but concerning issue with a mine back on Galra while he was shopping with Pidge’s dad and brother. She helped him stow the Earth clothes he bought in her closet and dresser and changed back into what she traveled in before they said goodbye to her family and got back in the military vehicle.

Pidge drove at a more sedate pace on the way back to the Garrison. As she drove, she tried to decide how she wanted to broach the topic of actually progressing their relationship to Lotor. Finally, when the Garrison formed into a speck on the distant horizon, she said, “What do you remember about waking up this morning?”

“Holding you,” he answered immediately and without shame.

Her face burned. She was almost irritated at how familiar the sensation was becoming. “Yeah, well…”

“Did it bother you?”

“Actually…” Pidge fidgeted as much as someone can fidget while in the driver’s seat of a moving car. “I was wondering if, uh, you wouldn’t mind sleeping together again? Not, like, every night, but every once in awhile?”

He smiled at her and she felt her heart rate pick up. “I’d love that, Kathryn.”

She kept her eyes ahead of her and pretended she wasn’t freaking out internally for the rest of the drive.

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