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3.5k words, slasher!Joel x f!reader | Slasher Joel SUMMARY: One shot - Joel entertains himself while you sleep, then makes good on his promise to ruin you in the morning. Title from his playlist, # 1. WARNINGS: I8+ dubious consent p in v sex, degradation, toy, vag fisting, dark humor, dark character, slasher typical regard for realism. creator chooses not to warn further detail but happy to answer Qs. hope my editing isn't too bad. A/N: Thank you so much everyone for the comments, mood boards, asks. Y'all make this AU fun to write and interactive. @toxicfics for notifs (how to see notifs all in one place) @toxicrecs for recs. dividers by @gasolinerainbowpuddles.

It's well after midnight. Joel is normally awake and on call at this hour. In fact, he’s on call right now, but he couldn't tell you where his phone is. You’re asleep under his arm, and he’s not tired enough to drift off. He shuts his eyes and thinks about what he wants to do to you. 

Cockslut like you has gotta have toys lyin’ around. Prolly can’t go 12 hours without gettin’ your gash stuffed. 

He cautiously lifts his arm off your back, slides out of bed, and tiptoes over to the window to get a little more moonlight in there. Then, he goes to your nightstand. You sigh in your sleep. 

He opens the drawer and rolls his eyes in disappointment when there’s only one satin bag. Just a vibrator. Then he sees the corner of a dark, suede box sticking out from under your bed. Jackpot. You’re sleeping face down, and your arm is dangling off the bed, fingers nearly grazing the corner of the box. He manages to pull it out from under the bed without disturbing you. There’s another one behind it, too. 

He sits on his knees and opens the box. Oh yeah. You’ve got all sorts of dildos, dongs, rabbits, there’s like six cocks in this box. There’s lube, a strap, suction cups. So many possibilities, he can’t think straight. God damn. 

He picks up the biggest dick. He wraps his hand around it. Aren’t these things supposed to be bigger than real ones? Especially for a size queen like you. You must be using more than one at a time. He imagines you smashing two of them together and sitting on them, letting out a slutty moan as you sink down. 

He’s hard as a rock. Your phone lights up on the nightstand, and he looks at it. It’s 2:33 and there’s a pop-up notification. It has a flame logo with the text,  “Darren and 18 others are waiting for your response.” What the fuck is this? 

He unplugs the phone and tries to open the notification, but it’s locked. He eyes your hand, still dangling off the bed, and carefully presses the screen against your thumb to unlock it. He has some trouble finding the notification again. He’ll figure it out, but first he’s got to do something about this brick in his boxers. 

You’re snoring lightly now, covered by only a light sheet. You’re out cold. Probably out whoring every night this week, and now you’re finally catching up on sleep. 

His stomach growls.  

He sits up on his knees, facing your bed. You’re still on your stomach, and the knee closest to him is bent. Practically spread eagle, no surprise there. He pinches the sheet and slowly pulls it down until everything above your knees is exposed. 

His balls twitch at the sight of your glistening wound. God damn, look at you leaking. 

There’s a trail of cum and two dark spots on the sheet under you. Wonder how many loads you’ve got on this bed. Mattress must look worse than his. His cock bounces and rubs it with his wrist. He growls, looking at your snatch. 

Yeah he’s gonna ruin you in the morning, or as soon as he’s done figuring out what kind of whoring you’re up to. He didn’t imagine the professional kind. You seemed more like an amateur. 

But you’ve got 18 dicks waiting for you in this thing. He looks at your phone. 

—

Joel opens the camera app and carefully lines up a shot between your legs. Then he takes a picture. SHIT, it flashes. 

You whine in your sleep but don’t wake up. He looks at the picture. It’s a good shot, really good. He turns the flash off. 

You probably won’t even wake up if he touches you. So used to having hands and dicks and tongues all around this sloppy cunt. He stands up and makes an upside-down v-shape with his fingers and uses them to spread you even wider. You twitch and a little drop of cum rolls out, making him moan softly. He takes another picture. 

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He goes out to your living room carrying a bottle of lube and your phone. There’s a massive tent bobbing in his tight boxers. He settles in on the sofa and takes out his cock and balls. His stomach growls again and he lazily rubs his belly. Guess mama was right, he should’ve ate more. 

He lubes up his dick, then looks at the picture on your phone. Your app offers to auto-correct the last one, and he can see much better after saying yes. 

Good lord. 

He has half a mind to fuck you right now, but instead he wraps his hand around his cock. 

He strokes himself, imagining those toys stuffing your slutty hole. What a sloppy mess you’d be, all fucked out and stretched from taking as many dicks as you could. He looks at the first picture, with the flash: an HD photo of the aftermath of his cock. You’re really something else. He’s never seen anyone take a dick like you. He switches between the pictures and groans at the sight of you spread wide open by his fingers. His hand makes you look smaller than you are. He could probably park his truck in there. 

Fuck. 

He strokes himself faster. 

Another notification with a flame pops up. You have a new match! 

Still jerking himself, he follows the notification and it opens your app.

“Alright, sex kitten,” he mutters under his breath. 

A message badge at the bottom of the screen shows you have 21 new. God damn, you love cock. He fucks his fist, hips slightly flexing. “Ohh,” he moans and closes his eyes thinking about you browsing for dick, vag drooling. But none of them can stuff you and stretch you the way he does. He pulls his shirt up and sighs as he cums into his fist and on his belly. 

He wipes his hand off on his shirt, leaving the cum smeared there, then wipes it again on his boxers before lying down on the sofa and using your phone with both hands. 

It's this easy? He knew you were this easy. Let's see what these other guys are packing. 

Joel opens a message from Marcus. Marcus says, “Hey, I saw you like coffee. Wanna grab a cup at the Bean Bar this week?” Joel clicks on the guy’s profile. He’s into traveling and books. No dick pics, not even an outline. What a fuckin’ loser. Joel deletes the match and returns to your list of guys. He sees a thumbnail of a guy with lips parted and his shoulders are bare. He opens that one. 

Benny. “Damn look at you,” Benny said. “Wanna get at this?” There’s a picture of him grabbing a bulge in his gym shorts. He’s got a green dot by his name. 

Joel thinks to himself, then types to Benny, “Yeah I love cock,” and sends it with a woosh.

He goes to look at Benny’s profile, and he’s a boxer. Most of his pics are shirtless. Lots of pics with slutty sweatpants. He looks like a dumbass, but at least he's smart enough to know what you’re looking for. The question is, does he have it. 

Benny replies. “Fuck yeah, got plenty for ya.”

“Hm,” Joel doubts to himself, then types, “Show me.” 

Benny replies, “Damn, most chicks don’t want the full monty.” 

Joel squints in frustration. Is Benny dense? 

“I SAID I LOVE COCK,” Joel replies on your behalf. 

“Lmao I like it. I show you mine, you show me yours 😉,” Benny responds. 

“No problem,” Joel sends.

Before he does anything else, Joel thinks to text himself those two pics. Mama’s right, he’s smart. He’s got her wits. His stomach growls again. 

You wake up in the middle of the night and hear something. As you blink awake, a flickering blue light is coming from down the hall. You put on a long t-shirt and rub your eyes on your way to the living room. You begin to faintly hear the shamwow infomercial as the silhouette of Joel Miller’s hair comes into view.  He’s sitting on your sofa watching tv. He bends forward and puts something on your coffee table.  Then, as he settles back into the sofa, he does an exaggerated yawn and stretches his arms over the back of the couch. You look at the clock. It’s 3:45 AM. 

You pad into the living room and observe him manspreading on the couch.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he yawns as you sit down next to him on the sofa, taking in the scene. He’s in boxers and a navy shirt that’s ridden up exposing a couple of inches of belly. There are darker blotches on the shirt. 

“What are you doing out here?” you ask, voice hoarse with sleep. A better question would be, why are you still in my house?

“Couldn’t sleep. Got hungry. Want some casserole?” He sighs with the effort as he bends forward to get the Tupperware and fork for you. 

“Where’d that come from?” you ask. 

“Mama made it. Spaghetti casserole. Really good, you should try it.” He practically shoves it into your face. 

You pick up the fork and take a bite. 

“Mmm,” you hum in genuine enjoyment. “Wow, this is good.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees with brightened eyes. “Ya know, you could come for dinner sometime. She’d love to have ya.” He mentions it casually, but there’s a glimmer of hope behind his eyes. 

You know better than to laugh in his face, but you don’t exactly accept the invitation either. “Really?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” Joel nods as you take another bite. “More where that came from.”  You contemplate as you chew and he cradles his balls through his boxers. You finish your bite and put the casserole and fork down. He finishes a beer. 

“Sure,” you nod, then get up to go back to bed. 

“Where ya goin’?” He asks.

“Gotta work in a few hours.”

His face darkens, but he stays where he is.

“This whorefire app’s pretty cool,” Joel calls after you. What is he talking about? 

You turn around and he’s standing up. He stretches with his arms wide, and his boxers are low enough to show his pubic hair and whiter skin, giving you a little rush of arousal. Your eyes pan over his body and you don’t even notice the phone in his hand. He tosses it onto the sofa. 

He takes slow steps and you stand still. Soon he’s in arm’s reach and lowers his voice. “Get over here, kitten.”

He walks into you, then reaches around to grab your ass. He slides a palm down over your crack until his middle finger meets your slick. 

“Mmm,” he growls.”I’ll tuck ya in.” 

He smacks your ass with a low,“Ooh!” then walks into your bedroom. 

You’re throbbing at the thought of having him again, but you find yourself muttering, “Said I had to sleep,” as you get back in bed. You slip your feet under the sheets. 

He doesn’t waste any time before getting on top of you. “Spread’em, sweetheart.” He knees your legs apart and shoves his hand between your legs. He locks eyes with you as he rubs your most sensitive place. “Fuck,” he growls, then sits up on his knees. He holds the thick shape of his cock through his boxers and with his other hand, nudges your entrance, then easily slips a finger inside. When he adds a second, you whimper. 

“I’m comin’,” he grumbles to your needy cunt. He pulls his boxers down and clumsily takes them off before settling back between your legs with his heavy cock looming, making you gush. He braces a hand on the bed, to the side of your hips. You’re ready, so ready for it. Your body is making space for him. You feel yourself opening up. But he gives you his fingers again. He slides in one, then two with ease, stacked vertically. It’s not enough, especially without any attention to your front. 

“Look at this messy mouth, droolin’ all over, swallowin’ whatever I give it.”  He adds a third finger, also stacked vertically. He thrusts them a few times, gazing at you in a trance, then rotates his hand palm up, with three thick fingers spreading you wide. He leans forward so his palm covers your clit, thank god, as he fucks you with three fingers. 

He lowers his voice and reveals, “I know ya don’t gotta work. Found your paystub in your car, whoops.” He spreads his fingers and inhales a deep, hungry breath as his fingers continue filling you. “‘S’okay. Just be good for me.” 

“I’m always good,” you breathe, hips lifting into his hand. 

He chuckles darkly. “Always good. Almost cut my dick off one time,” he reminds you. 

“You tried to kill me–ohhh,” He curls his fingers and digs his palm down on your front. 

His face darkens, and his fingers pause all the way inside you. “Sweetheart, if I tried, ya wouldn’t be here.” 

He shoots you a glare that makes the back of your neck go cold with sweat as his fingers slide out. 

He shoves his cock in with a grunt that turns into a sigh as his girth spreads you open. With his eyes still dark, he withdraws half his length, then slams into you hard, “Mmmnngh,”  with his jaw clenched. He releases his breath and sighs vocally, fully sheathed in your warmth. 

His hips begin to move. “Gonna take this when I say, how I say,” he breathes, then grits his teeth as he slams into you again. 

It’s like having a soda can between your legs, and your body welcomes it. 

“Fuck you're tight. ‘Specially compared to earlier.” 

Joel looks down where your bodies are joined and watches his big dick disappear between your legs. “Take it like a fuckin’ pro.” He buries his length in your dripping hole, you're getting wetter by the minute. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He slams into you hard and you brace your hand on the headboard. 

“Fuck,” you whisper and raise your knees, spreading your legs wider. 

“Good kitten,” he says. 

He rails into you one more time and bottoms out. He reaches over to the other side of the bed near the headboard, and slides his hand under a pillow, retrieving a dong. 

He holds it by the base and wobbles it in the air. 

His cock slides out of you, arousal dripping everywhere onto the sheet. 

He holds the dong up to his hard cock. “Think you’ve graduated.” 

He begins to line the toy up with your entrance.

“Supposed to use lube with that,” you protest. 

“Sweetheart,” he laughs, then grumbles, “You should see the mess between your legs.” He wets his lips as he stares at your cunt. Arousal rolls down his cock, over his huge sack.  “Still drippin’ off me, damn.” 

He cups his balls and grunts “Mmm,” before returning to the task. 

He lightly taps your pussy a few times, listening to the wet smacking sound. “You’re good,” he chuckles. He wipes off his hand on the head of the dong.

His brows furrow. He uses his thumb and finger to spread you wide, then begins to push the toy into you. “Nothin’ this greedy pussy can’t do.” It doesn’t feel nearly as good as he does. 

He thrusts the dong in and out of you a few times then pauses with it mostly withdrawn. He presses the toy against one of your walls, and slides in one finger, then two alongside the toy. 

You spread your legs wide so he can get even closer. He lines up his stiff cock flat against the side of the dildo and uses his fingers to help wedge the tip of his cock in. The stretch burns until he pushes a little more and you swallow nearly his whole tip. 

He pushes a bit more and you groan. 

“You can do it, baby.” He thumbs your clit, helping you open up more. His tan tummy swells with his flexing abs and he begins to push again. He presses his hips forward and his cock slides all the way into you along with the dong. 

“God damn,” he breathes. “Wish you could see this—unngggh,” He pulls back, holding the toy steady, watching your pussy cling to him, the thin membrane stretched wide, begging him back. “Fuck, you can take a cock.” 

Your insides swell with arousal. It's an incredibly full feeling, but it also makes you throb how he loves to watch you take as much as you can, and he's always got more to give, somehow. 

“Shoulda used the strap,” he mumbles. 

He thrusts and pushes the toy another time, then says “Fuck it.”

He slides out of you, and your cunt feels cold on the outside and inside. 

“Oh, fuck,” Joel murmurs and strokes himself. “Baby you're gapin’.” He wedges three fingers together and slides them face up into you with such ease it makes your face burn. “Well,” he chuckles. “Damn.” He slides them almost all the way out and adds his pinky. Again they slide in you without much resistance after taking two cocks side by side. 

“God damn, sweetheart,” Joel marvels. He slides the four wide digits as far in as they’ll go, then starts fucking you with his hand, thumb on your clit. Your body feels hollow with butterflies and all you can do is moan. 

He clamps his hand down to grind the heel of his palm on your clit with four fingers all the way inside you and you groan, so close to the edge. Clit pounding.

“Come on, baby. Squeeze me and I'll give ya one more.” 

You’d thought about it so many times since that once. The thought of his fist trips you right over the edge, the blood that was swelling your core exploding outward as waves of pleasure consume you. 

“Attagirl,” he mutters with your pelvis lifting into his hand. “Fuck, that's hot.” He watches you clench around his hand, more arousal gathering on his fingers . 

The tip of his cock is leaking now, but his attention is all on you. As you come down from your high, he says, “relax for me,” which you already are. He spits on his thumb, then slides his fingers out just enough to wedge his thumb in. 

Your skin is hot from your climax. He begins to push in. “Fuck,” he mutters as he slides his hand in. “Only see this in porn,” he mumbles, sliding his hand in and out gently.  The thought of him jacking off watching someone get fisted makes you twitch. “You’d be a star ya know.” Your skin gets hotter at the comment. His hand flexes inside you, then he slides it back out toward your entrance. His hand comes out, literally dripping. 

He eyes your gaping cunt and says, “you should see this.” 

He thumbs your clit with his dryer hand as he runs the knuckles of his wet fist through your folds. Then begins to nudge your stretched out hole. You widen your hips even more and he begins to nudge inside, wiggling his fist gently as your greedy cunt consumes it. It gets easier as he pushes deeper. “Oh, God,” he pants, wrist deep inside you. “Fuck, I gotta be back in there.” 

He slides his fist out, braces a hand on the bed, and shoves himself into you all at once. It’s not a stretch at all. Your body is barely starting to gather itself back together, loosely hugging his cock. 

He asks, “Want more, huh?”

You nod, face burning. 

“This fat cock ain't doin’ it?” He fucks you loose and sloppy. “Ever seen a fatter one?” You shake your head no, and it's true. “Fattest cock ya’ever seen can't fill ya up.” 

“Not now,” you mutter and grab the toy. You wrap your lips around it, tasting yourself as you wet it with slobber. 

“Cause I ruined ya,” Joel nods. “Wrecked this greedy gash. Ohh baby, look at ya suck that cock.”

You take the toy out of your mouth with a pop and reach down to line the head up with his cock. 

He pauses. “God DAMN,” he says as you push it in alongside him. He pushes his hips forward, filling you up. 

You sigh as you're once again full. 

“Fuck, that feels better,” he breathes, moving his hips to pump in and out of you to the same rhythm of your hand. “Ohh, fuck I'm gonna–” 

“Hold on,” you tell him. 

He’s struggling not to come. Sweating, panting, looking at your stuffed cunt, then your body, your blissed out face, then the ceiling as he fucks you while you fuck yourself, too. 

Soon, he bottoms out with a groan and pulses inside. 

“I dunno how ya do it,” he marvels. “Tight as hell, then she’s gapin’, beggin’ for more.”

When he slides out of you, you’re grateful he holds you as your body fills the void. He spoons you but stays up on one elbow so he’s hovering, looking at you in the moonlight. He brushes your burning cheek with his thumb and smiles. He nudges your chin to face him and he kisses you good night, again. You fall asleep spooning. 

Your engagement is what makes this AU fun to write. I would love to hear your thots, what lore you want, etc. that's what makes Tumblr my platform of choice, too. If you're shy, anons are back on for now.

If you're not caught up on night walks, consider giving it a shot - Night Walks (latest - beach walks).

If you want more of a character, engage. It's fun for all. Don't use AI, which makes writing less fun.

IDK when or what I will post next.

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a/n: just thinking about early morning Keigo and how I need this man to be real.

As your eyes fluttered open, you could pick up on the sound of Keigo’s snoring. It was odd and simply not comforting. He would be up before you, slipping on his coat and heading out of the window by the time you began to wake up. Him sleeping in made you pity him. His face was stuffed in his pillow, ear resting on his bicep and bare upper half exposed. His golden skin glimmered from the exposure of the sun. Your eyes followed along his golden locks that were masking his face and trailing all the way down to his hips.

Touching him almost felt forbidden. Almost— but you did it anyway. His sleeping frame remained still while you dragged a loving yet terrified finger down the middle of his back. Waking him up would never have bad consequences, but the poor thing needed his sleep. From the nape of his neck, between the base of his wings and down his spine until you meet his back dimples. He didn’t move. You stopped when you got to the band of his sweats. You mentally cursed him for covering up. Unlike you, who only graced a pair of underwear. His wings twitched. Puffing up slightly, they were alert for a couple of seconds before they fluttered back to the bed.

There was a vibration you felt along his back while he moaned. His body stirred finally. There was a small clink of his doggy tag sinking to the mattress when his body lifted slightly only to fall again. You watched him try to wake himself up and all you could do was watch in anticipation so you could start the day with him. His chest pressed firm to the bed for a moment. There was a sigh from him loud enough for you to hear though his face was stuffed in the pillow. His forearms planted to the bed with his wings taking their chance to spread out and expand. They were growing back beautifully. They nearly took up the width of the king sized bed you shared. His back arched just when his head turned to face you. Amber eyes fluttered open to take a good, long look at you. No dirt from fights, only a small cut along his cheek. No makeup. He was charming just like this. If there was one thing that didn’t change about him, no matter if he was just waking up or running on twelve cans of coffee, his eyes kept that same loving look for you.

“Morning,” his voice broke the silence and it definitely sent chills down your spine.

“I’m sorry if I woke you.” He shook his head, cracking out a breathy chuckle.

“No,” he whispered. “I need to head out anyways,” his head fell. He hated leaving you but he forced a smile on his face that you could hopefully peek at through his hair curtaining his face.

“There’s gotta be a way you can call off from saving the world,” you knew complaining would do nothing and that he had to leave. There was no harm in hoping. For now, you could settle for running your hands up and down his warm skin. He wouldn’t respond to your comment because it simply wasn’t an option. No matter how much it made his heart ache. “Let me look at your wings, hm?”

Keigo’s body lifted finally. Sitting up, his back faced you before he sent a feather to run along your cheek. You both wanted to stay in bed all day together. As you sat yourself up, you placed your hands on his waist. The tip of your nose pressed against his neck. His breath hitched while you dragged it along his back in the path your fingers did before he woke up. His wings shivered and you hadn’t even touched them yet. You could see the goosebumps raising on his arms as you begin to pull away to actually examine him.

Your fingertips brushed along the base of his wings. Though you were testing the strength of his wings by gently pushing against them and feeling the slightly brittle feathers, he knew you were going to have your fun. “They’re getting lighter… and stronger.” there was a small smile that crept on your lips. You couldn’t get enough of running the tips of your fingers along his skin. It felt almost forbidden to belong to a mutant so beautiful. A man who desired your touch just as much as you desired touching him. “...Less shedding,” you complimented.

“Mm?” Keigo was surely getting flustered. His wings lifted a bit. If he didn’t stop them and bring them back down, they would have knocked you back.

You chuckled at the control he had to gain over his wings. “Mhm…they’re longer too. You’ll be at it again in no time.” The kisses were gentle. Your warm breath ran along his back while you found new spots to kiss. The kisses you left him began to rise to his neck. Sitting up turned into you getting on your knees and lingering those lips of yours along his jawline. There was no kissing once you met his jaw, just your lips grazing over his skin. “I want you to stay.”

Sharp eyes met yours and stared for a little while. How dare he say no to you when you know how to get him to say yes? He knew he shouldn’t be willing to get himself into trouble with the commission for an off day, however, a scolding would be worth it if he got to spend more time with you.

“Stay…” you pleaded in hushed whisper. His hands gently wrapped along your wrists to feel you carry your hands down the front of his body. Your noses were mere centimeters from one another. The tension in the air was thick and it only continued to build.

“I can’t stay. You know I can’t.” Duty calls. He knows you don’t understand. Maybe it’s better that you don’t.

There were no words to describe what he was feeling that early in the morning for you. He wouldn’t say it. He wouldn’t say how he was hoping you’d beg him just a bit more to stay. Especially since you didn’t even have to— he’d cave in. He would choose you every time whether or not you asked. He could see the glint in your eyes and there was no way he would be able to go through his patrol without thinking about your touch. There was a comfortable silence in the room while you two looked in each others eyes. You two already knew he would change his mind. “…I’ll stay.”

as we were falling

ch. 4

a/n: to the handful of people reading this, i love you. this is as unedited and rough as it could be, and you still push through. that takes some serious willpower i gotta say

warnings: - (incredible, right)

word count: 1435

It always hit hard at night.

The engines were humming quietly, sending vibrations throughout the ship. The living quarters were usually padded against this, but those were no living quarters.

Tommy knew this was the last night onboard. Nobody told him that, of course, but he knew. It’s been eight days, and the crew was running around, their steps and voices constantly passing past the corridor behind the door of their cell. This hurry could only mean one thing.

As much as the ship sucked, Tommy would rather stay here, in this piss-soaked robe, eating disgusting nutrient paste, shitting in a bucket, than go off to an unpredictable future, alone. No, it wasn’t exactly unpredictable: there would be an auction, and his price would probably cap at three thousand EDs – he was too lanky for anything more than that, though the hair and the face might drive it up a little. He didn’t have much to offer in terms of skills, except maybe waiting on tables, dancing and drumming – but that wasn’t what coreworlders were looking for in slaves. Maybe a middle-aged lady would want to acquire an errand boy and a young lover, or a family of five a nanny, or a weapon dealer – a manual laborer who he wouldn’t have to pay. He tried to list all the possible options in his mind, but gave up at fifty-seventh. Too much uncertainty. He hated it.

Nikki was snoring, quietly and peacefully, on the mattress next to his. They’ve only been mattress-mates for two and a half days, but it was still a connection, still a familiar stone to hang onto in the relentless stream of life. Nikki was reckless, and completely insane, and didn’t know what cereal tasted like but could tell the difference between the shots of FNFAL7 and SA92 by sound. Tommy made a note to find out more about Rina (what was the system? MC-something?) whenever he got the chance. Weird guy, but there was something appealing about him. It was a pity they’d never meet again after tomorrow. Tommy had a feeling they could become good friends.

“Hey.” Nikki as though materialized next to his mattress straight out of Tommy’s thoughts. For a second Tommy even got scared he could read his mind. “You alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah,” Tommy said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Why?”

“You were sniffling.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Tommy wiped his nose stealthily. “No, I wasn’t. And I’m not a kiddo.”

“C’mon. You look seventeen.”

Tommy was gravely offended. “I’m eighteen, actually.”

“Ah, eighteen. Such a good, carefree time,” Nikki said dreamily. “When I was your age-“

“You were my age like two years ago,” Tommy interrupted, irritated.

“Four, actually.” Now it was Nikki’s turn to get offended. Oh, so the perceived difference in maturity was just Nikki’s vaster life experience. Rina sounded like a hellhole, and while Atarea wasn’t heaven on earth either, at least Tommy never had to hold a gun in his hands. Mostly because they were too poor to afford one, though.

“How’d you get swiped?” he heard himself asking, practically against his will. That was probably a sensitive topic, but he was curious, and there’d be no better chance to find out.

Nikki didn’t seem to mind much, though. “They landed next to our settlement. Demanded we give them our guns and our young. We refused. They started shooting.” He paused, his breath quickening. “They got the guns and three of us out of twenty-seven. Maybe two – Danny looked real bad last time I saw him.”

Tommy blinked, astonished. “Just like that? You didn’t even have time to call the intercops?”

“Intercops? On Rina?” Nikki laughed bitterly. “Kiddo, they haven’t even heard of it. No intercop dares venture that far. He’d be polished off in an instant just for a fancy gun.”

“Oh. Alright.” Atareans didn’t like cops much either, but killing one was the last thing anyone would wanna do –there’d be a horde of them the next day hauling off anyone they thought was related to the incident. “And other settlements? You tried contacting them?”

Nikki shook his head. “They put on a radio blocker. And we didn’t have many settlements close enough to help us out - provided that they’d want to help us at all instead of waiting for us all to get massacred to feast on the remains.”

“Your planet kind of sucks, dude,” Tommy said honestly.

“It does.” Nikki wrinkled his nose. “Hellhole, as I said. Still wouldn’t change it for any coreworld planet they’re dragging us to. Better to die on your terms than live on terms of others.”

Tommy didn’t like his tone – it was so full of desperate brashness he was almost sure the guy would throw himself off a fancy coreworld skyscraper when given a chance rather than live in that very skyscraper as a slave. But the guards had probably already noted his affinity for rebellion and indifference to getting hurt and his future owners would surely learn about that beforehand.

“But enough about me,” Nikki continued, his tone that scared Tommy gone. “What’s your story?”

“There’s not much to tell.” After Nikki’s tragic tale Tommy felt almost guilty for having such a mundane backstory. “My family was poor as rats. I’ve made some mistakes - got arrested a couple times. Killed my own prospects, so to say.” He avoided looking Nikki in the eyes. “And you don’t earn much working tables and cleaning the trash.”

“What kind of mistakes?”

“Oh, you know. Minor ones. Broke into a car once – there was a wallet on the seat. Got busted right there and then. Couldn’t pay the court fines – got put onto the list of ‘unreliables’.”

“The list of who?”

“Unreliable member of society. Trash. Outcasts. Effectively closed off practically any normal job for me.”

“Your family sold you or something?” Nikki frowned. "When you became unable to bring in the cash?"

“Not exactly.” Tommy raised his hand, interrupting him. “You see, I have a younger sister. She’s smart. Ambitious. Straight As at school. Her teachers tell her she’s got every chance of getting into college.”

“So they did sell you.“ Nikki concluded, but Tommy shook his head.

“Dude, listen to the end. I was deep down in the dumps. Drank heavily. Shot up in club bathrooms. Spent all my family’s money on booze and drugs.”

Nikki listened with a face of stone. Not a muscle moved on it, only his eyes were burning – burning with rage.  

“They did offer me a chance.” Tommy squeezed out a smile, but it came out a grimace “Go clean and find a job, split the bills. Put in a share for my sister’s college.”

“But you are here. You didn’t pull that off?”

Tommy shook his head. Images that he tried so hard to suppress came back to mind. Screams, harsh words, fights. At least now it was over. “No. I refused to try entirely.”

Nikki’s eyebrows flew up. “Are you for real? You rejected a normal life with your parents for this?” He waved his hand around. Someone snored loudly.

Tommy sighed. How could he explain to a dweller of a wild edgeworld planet whose entire colony was shot why Tommy’s life sucked? “That wasn’t normal life. My parents hated me, and I hated them. I wanted out. I wanted to not be a burden. I wanted my sister to go to college.” He leaned in to Nikki, as if telling a secret. “To be honest, man… I feel relief. I won’t be a dead weight on their shoulders anymore, compromising my sister with my mistakes.”

For a while Nikki looked at him without saying anything, sending shivers down his spine. “You’re crazy, man,” he finally said. “You’re absolutely crazy.”

“Maybe I am.” Tommy shrugged. He hoped his story didn’t change Nikki’s opinion of him to the worse. “I’m still surprised myself. Never thought I’d be able to do something like that.”

“I never would,” Nikki said. “I don’t understand you. But-“ he paused, “if that was a decision you made yourself…”

Tommy nodded.

“Then I respect it,” Nikki finished, and Tommy felt pride blooming in his chest. This big, tough, take-no-shit guy respected him. For Tommy, that was something. “But I still think you’re absolutely crazy,” he added, smiling a contagious smile.

They spent the rest of the night talking. When they finally got to sleep people were already rushing past their door and calling out to each other, which meant it was almost wake-up time. Tommy knew he needed energy for the day that was about to come, but he also wouldn’t exchange that night for anything.

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), face riding, wet dream, degrading, sir kink, fingering, masturbation, food.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: a wet dream leads to a steamy morning after Hotch finds out.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m so in love with Hotch, do expect more of him lmao.

hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck you taste so good, darling.” Hotch groans.

You nod bashfully as you move your hips faster in a circle as Aaron’s tongue swirls around your clit and up your slit.

“Such a dirty slut grinding against my face like that.” Hotch chuckles, pulling his tongue away from your aching core. You whine in objection.

“Use your words darling, let me hear how much you want it.” He growls, licking a long stripe up your cunt as latching onto your clit, chuckling as you squirm around in desperation, sending delicious vibrations up your core.

“Oh fuck Sir, please eat me out, make me cum! I need it so fucking bad.” You cry desperately, circling your hips faster as Hotch obliges, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you further onto his face and dragging his tongue in and out of your tight slit, moaning loudly to send shockwaves up your belly.

“F-Fuck!”

Sunlight pours into your room in a soft beam as your eyes flutter open. You slowly sit up and yawn, glancing over at your boyfriend fondly as he snores softly under the covers, when suddenly, your dream comes crashing back down on you. 

You bite your lip to hold back a soft moan as you recall the way Aaron’s tongue felt against your aching clit. You could feel your heartbeat travel to your core at the mere thought.

Another soft snore pulls you out of your thoughts and you avert your gaze down to the sleeping man beside you. His short black hair had grown out giving him an almost boyish look, his warm brown eyes lay hidden as he dozed and his lips lay slightly parted. The usual look of determination on his face was replaced with peace as his face relaxed, and with the sun pouring down onto his face and bare chest just barely peeking out past your comforter. 

You swallow as almost tauntingly his tongue darts out to wet his top lip before retreating back behind his teeth, he was just starting to stir, but you couldn’t stand this anymore.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you debate waking Aaron up, but he slept so peacefully and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that, especially after a case.

You sigh, feeling tired just thinking about your last assignment.

Oh, but the heat between your legs was getting too much to bear!

Begrudgingly  you decide to just get off by yourself. Waving your hand over Arron’s eyes you come to the conclusion he was out cold, you should be alright.

As quietly as possible you swing your feet off the bed and pad down to the guest bedroom, just to be safe. You exhale gently and remove your pajamas until you’re only left in a pair of panties and climb onto the bed.

You kneel so you’re facing the wall behind you and allow one hand to leave your breast and travel down your body until it’s down the front of your panties.

Hotch’s low voice rings in your head.

“You taste so good, darling.”

Your fingers begin moving around your clit in circles and figure eights, moving closer towards your slit as you whimper gently and begin delving deeper.

“Good morning, love.” 

You squeak in surprise, pulling your hand from your panties and staring in shock-horror at a groggy Aaron standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing in the guest room?” He questions tiredly, stretching one arm out as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“D’you want—” He begins, voice faltering as his eyes finally focus on you, finally noticing your topless frame and your flushed cheeks.

“—breakfast…”

You smile nonchalantly and avert your gaze to the wall beside you, suddenly finding the cream wallpaper to be far more interesting.

“Well I wouldn’t mind waking up to a sight like that every day.” Hotch smirks as you roll your eyes gently.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered this morning love?” He teases, walking closer and gathering you into his arms.

“N-No reason.” You sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide the growing flush on your face.

“No, tell me darling, I’m rather curious.”

A shudder runs down your spine at the pet name and you feel your heartbeat travel to your core again.

“I-It’s fine really.” You exclaim, trying to laugh the situation off and squirm your way out of your boyfriend’s grip.

“No, you’re not getting off that easy.” Aaron chuckles, running his hands up and down your bare back, licking his lips as he imagines what wet fantasies had you so flustered.

“I— had a dream.” You confess, glancing up into Hotch’s, now dark, brown eyes

“Oh? Why don’t you tell me about it, lovet?” He chides, sitting you back down on the bed and standing above you.

“Was it my fingers?” He starts, sliding his hand up your thighs slowly. You shake your head ‘no.’

“My cock perhaps?” He questions. You shake your head again.

“My tongue, then?” Aaron asks, licking his lips.

You pause and finally, nod gently.

Hotch takes your chin in between his fingers and tilts your head to come eye to eye with him before whispering.

“Dreaming about me eating you out, love? How exciting.” He chuckles, hooking his fingers on your panties and pulling them down your thighs.

“I— I was riding your face.” You admit, feeling your confidence grow.

“I see. Tell me more.” 

“You called me a dirty slut and made me beg for your tongue.” You stammer, gasping as Aaron leans closer and nibbles down your neck.

“You do love it when I call you a little slut don’t you?” 

“Yes, Sir— fuck I do.” You whimper desperately, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal grow.

Hotch smirks at your words. You always loved teasing him by calling him sir, even before you started fucking.

“Then sit on my face poppet, let’s make that dream come true.” Aaron smirks darkly, laying down on the mattress before guiding you into a sitting position on his hips and waiting. Your face must have resembled a tomato because Hotch cocks an eyebrow at you and beckons you forwards. “Don’t be shy darling, you want me to eat that little pussy of yours don’t you?”

You nod shyly and Hotch leans up to place a tender kiss on your lips for a second before lying back down.

Your eyes trail up Aaron’s bare chest, admiring each muscle and scar along his chest and abdomen. You roll your hips teasingly and nibble on your bottom lip when Hotch grabs your hips firmly and narrows his eyes.

“Nice try y/n, but I’m in charge today.” Hotch smirks, watching as you swallow sheepishly and nod. 

You inch upwards slowly, letting your pussy graze Aaron’s chest, watching his eyes drink in your figure.

Once you maneuver yourself over his arms, he catches you off-guard, wrapping his arms around your thighs and jolting you forward onto his mouth.

Your breath hitches and you move your hands to the top of the headboard so you wouldn’t fall. 

Turns out you would need it because once Hotch got his grip he pries your legs apart, he immediately takes your clit into his mouth and flicks the sensitive numb around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, moving one of your hands down into Hotch’s soft black hair and pulling gently.

Hotch hums in response sending waves of euphoria up your abdomen and clouding your vision, causing your grip to tighten and your hips to sway.

“S-Sir, please go faster.” You whine, grinding your hips down on Hotch’s tongue only for him to pull you back.

“So impatient, grinding on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are.” He chuckles, licking a soft stripe up your slit.

You whimper needily.

“Please sir-” You pause, your mouth forming into a soft ‘o’ as Aaron’s tongue delves a little deeper.

“Please sir what, love? What do you want?” He taunts, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it slowly.

“Oh please sir, f-fuck me with your tongue, you make me feel so so good-” Your breath hitches again as Aaron nibbles on your clit and laughs.

“Now was that so hard, whore?” Hotch snarls, pulling you fully back onto his face again and burying his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy.

You gasp as shivers go down your spine. Hotch’s tongue darts in and out, swirling around your tight hole as his calloused hands rub down your thighs as you grind.

“Oh my god- right there sir, fuck-” You cry, grinding, rolling and bucking your hips, all in an effort to get closer, to feel more.

Your hand leaves Hotch’s hair and travels up your body, you take your breasts into your hands and knead  forcefully sending your pleasure over the top as you feel Hotch’s tongue and moans send shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of your being.

Your heartbeat pounds in your clit and with every thrust of Hotch’s tongue another moan of pleasure leaves your mouth, mixed perfectly with the sound of his.

The familiar feeling of a burning knot in your stomach begins to poke at you and your hand grasps onto Aaron’s hair.

“Mh- Sir. Oh fuck, Sir I’m close.” You whine, bouncing your hips up and down.

Hotch chuckles and moves one of his hands from your thigh to under your body and positions it under your core.

In one fluid movement he moves his tongue back to your clit and slides two digits up your wet hole, easily pushing them all the way in and starting to curl them, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Oh f-fuck. Just like that.” You whimper.

Aaron’s lips release your clit slowly as his fingers continue to pump and curl inside you.

His smirk grows as he watches your desperate form cling onto his hair and roll your hips trying to get more.

“You should see yourself, love. Absolutely pathetic begging for me.” Hotch growls, sliding a third finger into your core.

You whine in response, unable to form a coherent sentence with Aaron’s fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Hotch chuckles darkly and suddenly slams three digits inside you hitting deeper, grazing your cervix and causing you to throw your head back in pure euphoria.

“O-Oh please Sir- I-I’m so close. Please, more.” You beg, bouncing on Hotch’s fingers as the burning tight coil in your stomach edges you closer to release.

“Fuck- were you begging like this in your dream darling? Tell me how much you want it, you dirty slut.” Aaron demands, swirling his tongue around your clit again.

“I need it sir- please, I-I need it so bad, please let me cum.” You whimper, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you inch closer and closer to your release. You were so close, but you needed more.

Hotch smirks into your pussy and begins sucking forcefully on your clit.

He swirls his tongue around, nibbles, sucks, and sends the full force of his moans up your core. 

The waves of ecstacy crash like waves on you, making it difficult to say anything. 

With long digits still pumping and burying themselves deep inside you, curling to hit your g-spot, you throw your head back and curl your toes as you finally whine.

“P-Please, may I cum, sir?”

Hotch picks up the pace in your core and with one final flick of his tongue he commands.

“Cum for me.” 

The coil in your stomach suddenly bursts and white flashes in your vision as a string of incoherent moans leave your mouth. You throw your head back, tighten your grip in Hotch’s hair as your breath comes out in heavy pants.

When your sight returns your legs are shaking, but your hips still sway in a circular motion to ride out your high. Hotch drags his tongue up your slit repeatedly, while his fingers move at a slower pace.

Your clit pulsed each time Aaron ran his tongue over it, and you could tell he was enjoying the small squeak that left your mouth each time.

Once he was cleaning you up and having his fun, he shifts his attention to your thigh where he places a sloppy kiss against it and uses teeth to help him leave a mark.

Feeling all your strength leave your body, you feel yourself fall backwards onto Aaron’s legs, you did your best to slow your fall, but your land with a thud in between Hotch’s outstretched legs.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks, sitting upwards and pulling you back upwards into his arms.

“Mhm, never better.” You sigh, snuggling into his warm chest.

“Was it anything like your dream?” Hotch teases, tenderly caressing his hand down your neck.

“Aaron, it was even better.” You giggle dreamily, wrapping your arms around Hotch’s neck.

“Even better, huh?” He grins smugly, evidently proud of himself.

“Even better.” You sigh, letting him have his moment.

Hotch gives you one of his famous smiles, one you almost never get to see on the job, but one you always see when you’re together. The one that showed a little teeth and spread to his eyes.

“I love you.” He murmurs, leaning into you to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you more.” You smile, rubbing your nose against his.

“Impossible.” He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed before standing and shifting you into a bridal style carry.

“Let’s get you back in bed.” Hotch murmurs, carrying you back to your shared room and tucking you in under the covers.

“I’ll go make some breakfast, rest okay?” Aaron smiles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips.

He pauses as he pulls back, meaning to pull back and leave, but he can’t help but connect your lips for a little longer and feel your fingers run through his hair and down his neck before he breaks the kiss, presses a soft peck to your cheek and walk out the door leaving you flustered, warm and with butterflies in your stomach. 

You would never get tired of that.

Hot and Cold

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral Sex (female receiving), Breast Play.

Word Count: 3,371

A/N: This is trash.

“It’s too cold over there,”

The faint chatter of your teeth could be heard in your ears as you snuggled in even closer to Remus, who was sleeping soundly next to you. If it weren’t for the pattering of rain on the roof, Remus might’ve been able to hear your teeth chittering together too. The shakes and shivers vibrating from your body were visible as your body used as much energy as possible to generate more heat to keep you from going into hypothermic shock.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t THAT cold, but it was chilly enough to where you weren’t exactly comfortable. 

The boys kept it unreasonably cold in their dorm. Even in the midst of the winter months, they liked to sleep with the air temperature rather low. It didn’t help that the walls of the castle didn’t exactly keep the outside temperature from creeping in, so sometimes it could get downright frigid. You had awarded the boys’ dorm with a nickname, referring to it as “The Icebox” to further alert them that it was constantly far too chilly for your liking. 

You had asked them a couple of times to allow it to get even just a little bit warmer so you weren’t like a popsicle by the time morning came around. They reminded you each time that it was their dorm, so it was their rules. Admittedly, some nights were better than others. Sometimes you would get lucky and the outside temperature would stay relatively comfortable, so the inside wouldn’t get too bad. Tonight was not one of those nights.

You were clinging to Remus for dear life, robbing him of as much body heat as he could afford to give off. It definitely didn’t help that the skies had apparently opened up and allowed the arctic like rain to fall and drench anything in its path. You were wishing now that it had been James’ night to have you in his bed, since he slept with blankets on his bed that he was always more than welcome to share. Remus’ bed was less than warm, with only a sheet and a comforter. The temptation to crawl into bed with James so you’d be able to get warm was strong, and it drowned out the fact that Remus would not be happy when he found out that you had snuck away from him.

You slid out from underneath Remus, hissing when the bottoms of your already icy feet hit the piercing chill of the hard floor. You crept to the other side of the room, snagging one of James’ Quidditch sweaters to add another layer. It was difficult to navigate the room, given that the only source of light was the dim moonlight behind the rain clouds coming in from the window. You managed to maneuver into his bed, trying your hardest not to wake him. However, James had always been a bit of a light sleeper compared to the other two.

He stirred awake at the feeling of the covers being peeled back and then covered over again. His eyes peered open to look at you, your guilty expression causing a bit of worry in his gut.

“Hey, princess,” James murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He reached over for his rounded glasses so he could see you better once they were sitting on his nose, “What’s the matter, angel? Is Moony snoring again?”

You couldn’t help but grin. Sometimes when Remus was really tired, he would snore so loud that it was impossible for anyone in the room to get any sleep. It was always worse when you were lying right next to him.

“No, he’s not,” You replied, keeping your voice at a whisper to avoid waking the other two; “I’m freezing.”

That’s when James felt the coldness of the skin on your exposed legs. He brought you into his side, rubbing his hands up and down to create some warmth. He wrapped you in one of his blankets, pulling you into his side and holding you close to try and stop your shivering. 

“Why didn’t you wake Moony up? You know you’re supposed to be sleeping with him.” James questioned, his voice matching your low volume.

“Your bed is the warmest,” You responded with your lower lip jutted out into a slight pout, “Can’t you let it slide just this once?”

James sighed at your pleading, and he felt his soft spot for you kick in.

“Well, how could I say no to that pretty face?” He smiled, pressing a sleepy kiss to your lips and lightly tickling your sides.

You tried to muffle your giggles, but the commotion still brought Remus from his slumber. He was puzzled when he opened his eyes and didn’t see you, but eventually was able to locate the source of what had woken him up.

“What’re you doing over there, lovebug?” Remus called out, sitting up on his elbows.

Your head popped up from the bundle that James had wrapped you in so you could look at Remus, who looked more hurt than angry that you had snuck out of bed. 

“It’s too cold over there,” You told him, “Jamesie’s always warm.” 

“That’s right, baby. I’ll always keep you warm.” James chided, throwing Remus a prideful sneer.

Remus caught James’ boastful tone, swinging his feet over the side of the bed to get up from his mattress. On the way, he grabbed one of his pillows and hurled it at Sirius, who was oblivious to everything going on. Remus figured that Sirius might as well be in on this too. Sirius woke up with a startled snort, his hair strewn about his head. He saw Remus sit on James’ bed, and he raised a brow.

“What the hell, Moony?” Sirius huffed, clearly miffed that he had been dragged out of his dreamland. When he saw you curled up with James, he posed a second question, “Why are you with Prongs, kitten?”

“She’s cold apparently,” Remus spoke, “Get over here, Padfoot.”

Sirius got out of his own bed with a groan, scuffling over and joining you on James’ bed. James sat up with you, leaning you against the headboard so the four of you could sit in a somewhat circle. Remus yanked the covers off of you, earning a hiss of disapproval from you. He rested a hand on your thigh, wincing when he felt that you weren’t lying.

“You are cold.” Remus announced.

Sirius reached over, also flinching at the feeling of your icy skin. Sirius was the worst person to be with when the dorm was this cold at night. He slept in next to nothing with nothing but a single sheet on his bet, yet he was the warmest out of all of you. You supposed that he was rather thick blooded.

“Moony, you’re supposed to hold her. Not let her freeze to death.” Sirius snarked.

Remus went to snap back at him, but you spoke first to defend him.

“It’s not his fault. It’s just so cold in here,” You whined, “I can’t get warm.”

James pressed a kiss to your temple, scratching at your scalp gently.

“Poor baby. Pads and Moony don’t know how to take care of you, do they?” James mewled.

You knew better than to give any kind of response to that, since Sirius and Remus would make you pay for it later. The boys usually weren’t this snappy with one another, but between the fact that was literally 2 o’clock in the morning, they were all a bit testy.

“Shut up,” Sirius barked, “You know she’s not even supposed to be over here.”

The three boys started to bicker back and forth with you still huddled up next to James. Your eyes shifted back and forth to whoever was talking, and eventually it got to the point where they were all trying to talk over one another. Their argument wasn’t exactly getting anywhere, so you cut in.

“Can I sleep with James for the rest of the night?” You questioned, hoping they wouldn’t take it too seriously that you hadn’t followed their rules.

All three heads turned to you at your sudden speaking up. 

“We’re talking. Don’t interrupt.” Remus snarled.

Remus’ tone was deep and aggravated. You felt a rush of dread that you had made him upset, because most of the time Remus was the last one to ever get irritated with you.

“Are you mad at me, Remy?” You asked in a small voice, peering over at him through widened eyes.

“He’s not mad, pretty girl.” James piped up, knowing that Remus was just a bit jealous that you had gone to him.

“I’m not exactly thrilled.” Remus said.

You crawled away from James, finding Remus’ lap and settling there. Remus’ hand came to your head and rubbed at your hair lovingly, even though he was pissed off. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you,” You explained, blushing when Sirius’ hand that was previously trailing along your calf had moved to rest on your thigh, “I was really just trying to get warm.”

Even in the dark lighting of the room, you could see Remus’ pupils dilate with a singular thought. Sirius’ gripped your leg tighter and you felt James move to make more room. The three of them were so in sync that it was almost scary. It was almost like they could tell what the other was thinking without ever saying anything. 

“Are you still cold, bunny?” James acquired, even though he already knew the answer due to your shivering that hadn’t yet stopped, “You want us to warm you up?”

You nodded at him, nudging your head into Remus’ palm. Without missing a beat, James pulled you from Remus’ lap while Sirius worked on getting James’ sweater and the tank you wore underneath off of your body. You were down to your knickers, and you whimpered at the sudden lack of any clothing to shield you from the numbing cold of the room. 

You wriggled against James’ chest that was pressed into your back, watching as Remus got situated between your legs. James put his hands on your hips to stop you from moving, his voice rumbling behind you in your ear.

“You gotta be still for us, baby doll.” He instructed, leaving a kiss just below your earlobe.

“Well, would you look at that!” Sirius exclaimed, his eyes widening as he looked at how responsive your breasts were.

Your nipples were as stimulated as they could get, both from the cold and the knowledge of what was coming. Sirius couldn’t wait to touch you, his hands coming to cup both of your breasts in his hands, spreading wondrous warmth over your chest that fizzled down to your navel. Sirius loved your tits. All of them did, but Sirius always paid extra attention to your breasts. Sirius removed one of his hands and replaced it with his mouth on your right nipple, a soft sigh whistling out of his nose as his tongue happily swirled around it. 

James was still behind you, holding you close as he sucked around your pulse point, leaving a purpling mark just to the side of your jugular. His hands rubbed your hips in circles, only adding to all the sensations that your millions of neurons were trying to process.

Remus’ fingers wrapped around the sides of your underwear, yanking them off of your legs and onto the floor in one swift move. He was being oddly quiet, his hands coming to grasp one of your thighs to spread your legs apart as he positioned himself in front of your cunt. He held back his smirk at the beautiful sight of your lustrous folds just centimeters from his face. Normally, he’d give you some kind of warning, but he delved into you without any indication, feasting on you like it was his last meal.

A surprised squeak bubbled out of your throat, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head as you squirmed. James held onto your hips tighter, refusing you any room to move. Remus let out a noise that resembled a growl, looking up at you and barely taking his mouth off of you as he finally spoke. 

“Keep your legs open.” He ordered, grabbing your other leg and forcing your legs apart.

Remus’ mouth felt hot on your wet cunt, sending rush after rush of ecstasy and delicious heat. Your hands found his hair that was still rustled from his hard sleep that he had been in not too long ago. Remus showed no mercy, working against the tensing muscles of your legs and lower abdomen. 

“Please, Daddy, please.” You begged, although you weren’t really sure what you were begging for.

Your vision began to tunnel, your brain only focusing on the feeling of James’ lips on your neck, Remus’ tongue between your legs, and Sirius’ mouth suckling on your tits. Your entire body felt flushed, a certain heat was burning in your cheeks that had replaced the stinging, icy feeling from before. Your orgasm was building steadily, heating up just as your body temperature was from all the stimulation.

“Taste so good, baby girl. Almost made me forget that you left me tonight for Prongs.” Remus said, his voice muffled from the mess he was making between your thighs.

Sirius detached his mouth from your reddened bud to give a sarcastic reply, but he decided to go back to his ministrations when James answered instead. James spoke lowly in your ear, so quietly that it was almost echoing in your head.

“Look what you did to him, sweetheart. You made him all jealous, huh?” James snickered, moving his hand to replace Sirius’ so he could play with your breast too.

Remus gave James a hard stare, his mouth sucking harder and creating a vacuum seal around your swollen, sensitive clit. Your hands sank deeper into his hair, twirling it messily around your fingertips. Sirius had surely kept himself busy, considering that your chest was littered with bruises and kisses that he had purposely placed all over. 

“Remy, I wanna cum. Please, let me cum,” You pleaded feebly, “I wanna cum. I’ve been a good girl.”

Remus paused everything that he was doing, earning a disgruntled moan from you at the feeling of your orgasm being delayed. Sirius was drowned out in his own little world, as happy as he could be with sucking all over your tits. He was still taking turns nursing your nipples, giving both of them extra care, but it wasn’t enough to get you off.

“Have you? Pads was right about you breaking our rules, y’know.” Remus reminded you, using his ring and middle finger to put barely any circular pressure on your button while you talked.

“No, no, no,” You protested, “I wasn’t trying to be bad, I-I just wanted-”

Your sentence cut itself off with a desperate sob, James’ voice speaking up once more when he took pity on you.

“C’mon, mate. Let her finish,” James defended, “If you don’t, I’ll do it myself.” 

There was no way in hell that Remus was going to let James make you cum. Not after you had gone running to him instead of him. Without another word, Remus latched back onto your cunt, resuming the process of bringing you to your orgasm. You were flooding with heat, not a single part of your body was cold anymore. The blood pumping through you made sure of that. The starter flames in your lower belly burned more and more until it burst into flames, your orgasm erupting over you in a flash. Your orgasm was accompanied by the cry of Remus’ name, his smirk being felt on your folds as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

Your moan was loud as it bounced off of the walls, and it broke Sirius from his lusty daze. It also alerted him that he forgot to cast a silencing spell, and that the three of them would hear about it tomorrow. Not that they minded. They fucking loved when you screamed for them.

Remus removed his mouth from you when your body went limp, your chest heaving with each inhale of air that you took. Each breath you took in was cold in your lungs, but it felt like heaven for your flustered, hot body. 

“Atta girl, pup.” Sirius praised, leaving a trail of lazy kisses on your sternum.

You were overcome with satisfaction and relief, your upper body completely weak against James’ chest. James dressed you in a pair of his boxers so you weren’t quite as exposed, but he left your top bare. Remus sat up from between your legs, his knees sinking into the mattress as he sat back on his heels. James brushed the hair from your face, looking at the way you and Remus were looking at each other. 

You hadn’t meant to hurt Remus’ feelings by leaving him in the middle of the night. That thought didn’t even cross your mind. Remus could get insecure sometimes, and he often felt like you preferred James or Sirius over him. He just loved you so much that he was afraid you didn’t love him the same.

“Remy...” You drawled sleepily, the early hour of the morning beginning to get to you. You reached your arms out to him and made grabby hands at him, indicating that you wanted him.

Remus only gazed back at you, trying to keep up with the macho act. Truth be told though, he had given that up the moment you had cried out, solely for him. Sirius didn’t stop his peppering of kisses below your breasts, but he spoke in a warning tone.

“Moony,” Sirius said, “Answer her.”

Remus still didn’t say anything, but he noticed the brief expression of disappointment that appeared on your features.

“She wants you, Moony,” James said, swatting Sirius away and easing you up from his frame, “Go see him, baby.”

The boys’ competitiveness was always in good fun, and wasn’t ever too serious. They were each other's best friends and sometimes they couldn’t help but mess with each other. But they could always see when they had pushed someone too far and when they needed some encouragement.

You carefully veered over to Remus, placing your knees on either side of him. His hands were perfectly conformed to your waist, his dazzling eyes peering into yours. Your voice was a bit raspy and dry from all the wanton moaning, but it was still clear.

“I love you, Remy. I really, really love you.” You told him, pressing a content kiss to his lips.

His heart never failed to flutter at your words, a stunning grin appearing on his scarred face.

“I love you, sweet girl. Always have and always will.” He returned, kissing you again before looking at James and then back to you, “If you want to stay with Prongs for the rest of the night, you can. I don’t mind.”

Your smile faded into a frown and you answered immediately.

“No! I wanna go to bed with you,” You blubbered, “Please?”

Remus chuckled quietly, feeling his confidence return with each innocent bat of your eyelashes. 

“Okay, pretty bunny. Let’s go to bed.” Remus proclaimed, “Tell Sirius and James goodnight.”

“Night, Siri. Night, Jamesie.” You murmured, slipping your hand into Remus’ and letting him take you back to his bed.

“Goodnight, angel.” James responded, getting back underneath his covers.

“Sleep tight, puppy.” Sirius added, padding back to his own bed.

Once you were snuggled down into Remus bed, he slipped his shirt off of his head and put it over you. He took the time to wrap you up in his sheet and comforter to make sure you were properly covered. He wrapped himself around you in a way that basically consumed you, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Are you warm enough, my love?” He asked, kissing your forehead. 

You nodded happily, cuddling up to him even closer. You had honestly forgotten that it was raining until you heard the rainfall pick up outside. You weren’t bothered in the slightest by the chill in the air anymore. 

You were perfectly happy, loved, and wonderfully warm.

hello i have a prompt ☺️; we know for a fact ian and mickey have to sleep close so im picturing them getting into a silly argument and one of them willingly goes to sleep on the couch and when they wake up from their restless sleep at like 1am the other is sleeping on the floor next to the couch, or wakes them up climbing onto the couch. you get it !!

This has already been done SO WELL by @southside-forever in Hold Me Now and just yesterday by @sunnyian here that I don't want to do something too similar, so I twisted it just a bit. Hope you don't mind!

When Ian gets home, he goes to the bedroom first.

He’s been keeping himself away for hours, at this point, and he’s desperate to see his husband.  He hadn’t really wanted to leave at all, but his mind had been racing all day, his body twitching right along with it.  He couldn’t keep still next to Mickey when they went to bed, and the other man had huffed at him the third time Ian’s knee had gotten him in the gut.

“Jesus Christ, Ian, stop fuckin’ movin’“ he had growled, shoving himself back to put some space between them.  “Will you just calm down already?”

His eyes had been cold and hard in the moonlight coming in around the curtains, and Ian had tried, he really had.  He had managed to lay still just long enough to Mickey to doze off, his light snores filling the room.  There was enough distance between them that for once, Ian couldn’t feel the vibrations.

Then he had the urge to move, again, so he slipped out of bed rather than wake his husband and carefully tiptoed out of the room.

He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t want to bother Mickey, either.  So he walked right past the sofa, right past the kitchen, grabbed his coat from a hook by the front door and his shoes from against the wall, and headed out into the cool night.

He’d spent a while wandering around, at first.  Sat by the empty, quiet pool outside, watching the water move with the breeze.  Walked the edge of the property a few times.  Headed out into the Westside proper, past the young bar-goers and vendors that roamed the streets at night.

There was a time he might have enjoyed all of that.  He vaguely remembered it, even--wanting to be part of that life, one of the people that never slept, always out and about and having the time of their lives.

But that wasn’t him anymore.  His life was back in the apartment, sleeping peacefully in their bed.  

So he turned, and went home.

Now, looking into the bedroom, he thinks he should have stayed out longer.  Not for himself--there was nothing for him out there.  But for Mickey, who slept on without a care in the world, taking up the whole bed despite his short limbs, pillow smashed into his cheek where Ian’s chest would be any other night.  Mickey who was doing just fine without him there.

He shuts the door again quietly.  It’s not the place for him to be right now.  He goes to the living room and settles on the sofa instead, folding his long legs so that he fits.  He doesn’t bother with a blanket, or a pillow; he doesn’t expect to sleep anyway.  No, he just lies there.  Lies there and thinks of Mickey alone in the next room.

At some point, he finally drifts off.

--

When Ian wakes again, he’s surprised to find that enough time has passed that the shadows in the room have moved.

And that’s not all that moved: instead of in the bedroom, on their soft downy mattress, Mickey is here.  Wrapped in blankets, laying on the floor, with one hand raised to clutch at Ian’s bicep up on the sofa.

He’s sleeping, a mild frown marring his otherwise relaxed face, and Ian doesn’t know what’s happening here.

“Hey,” Ian says softly, sitting up.  Mickey’s hand falls from his arm and lands on the edge of the cushion, arm bent awkwardly.  He blinks awake slowly at the change.

“Hey,” he croaks out, and it makes Ian smile before he remembers why they’re here. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, then bites his lip as how needy he sounds.  “Thought you were mad at me,” he adds anyway, figuring the damage was done.

“Woke up and you weren’t there.  Not mad at you,” Mickey mumbles sleepily, patting around until his hand lands on Ian’s knee.  He squeezes once, gently, strokes the bone with his thumb.  His eyes are squinted and bleary, but he looks up at Ian from the floor the same way he always does: achingly sweet.

“The fuck were you thinkin’ that for?” he asks, and Ian doesn’t really have an answer.

“You seemed upset,” he whispers anyway, and Mickey hums, sitting up without letting go.

“Cause I was,” he answers simply, and Ian feels his heart drop before Mickey gives his leg another soft squeeze.  “Don’t like seein’ you all tense like that, man,” he finishes, licking dry lips.  “Like you’re not really there.”

It hurts, to hear it.  But Mickey isn’t wrong, either, even if they both wish he was. 

Still, it isn’t all that bad.  Ian is on a swing, sure, but they both know it.  They knew it well before tonight.  And he’s taking his meds, and keeping his schedule (aside from his late-night roaming); he has an appointment tomorrow with his counselor, and one next week with his doctor just in case.  It’s under control, as much as it can be, and they have to embrace that, too.

So Ian tries.

“I’m here now,” he offers, covering Mickey’s hand with his own.  Mickey flips his over to put them palm to sweaty palm, gripping just this side of too tight.

“Yeah,” Mickey acknowledges, with just the barest hint of a relieved smile.  “You are.”

Ian shifts on the sofa, pushing himself back into the worn cushions, and tugs on Mickey’s hand.  Mickey follows, leaving behind the tangle of blankets on the floor to settle against Ian chest to chest, his head tucked into Ian’s neck.  He’s practically falling off the edge, but Ian wraps a protective arm around him to keep him stable.

Stable, like Mickey helps keep him.

“Love you,” he whispers into Mickey’s soft hair, his breath so light the edges barely flutter.

“I know,” Mickey murmurs into the skin of his neck, and to Ian, it’s the best response he could get.

PAIRING: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), it’s pretty much just vanilla sex if i’m honest, aged-up, first time

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

SYNOPSIS:

You had been dating Todoroki for a while now. And yet, you still hadn't taken things to the next level with him. Perhaps you were nervous, or maybe it was fear. After all, this was all new to you. What would it be like to lose your virginity to Todoroki, you wondered?  

Once again, you were back at the same spot as always. Your lips melting against Shouto's, his tongue gliding tenderly across yours. Even kisses like these had you feverish. From the gentle peck's he left along the nape of your neck to the more desperate ones. You were constantly left a nervous mess. Always getting lost in the way his plump lips came down in an open mouth kiss, capturing your lips one at a time before giving one a delicate tug.

And don't even get started on the way his hands felt in moments like these. His careful slender fingers caressing every inch of you. Gently, he would slip his hand from the small of your back to your thighs, resting himself there. Squeezing so slowly and lightly it felt almost as though he was teasing you each time. Without a doubt, you would feel goosebumps rise across your skin when his hand crept higher up your thighs, his fingers edging closer to your heat. And he would be so close, so close to touching you where you needed him most, but you could never go on. The knot in your stomach suddenly tightening as anxiety buried your body. Heart-thumping, you would lash out your hand to clutch his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Not ready, love?" is all he would say each time before gradually moving away, planting one last kiss on your lips.

It was the same each time, and it frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't you go on? Why did you feel so nervous? You knew you liked him, and you knew you were ready for him, so why? All these questions and you just couldn't find the answer.

And a new day would start.

Sweetly, you were awoken by the warm rays that peeked through your curtains, the golden hue painting your shared room with Shouto. You yawned softly as you shifted to your side, your boyfriend's face meeting yours as he slept. His eyelashes gently brushed against his cheeks as he snored through parted lips. You admired him in his peaceful state, cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair messily draped his eyes. Everything about him was so perfect.

You figured you should get out of bed, let him rest for a bit longer. As you slipped from under the sheets, you felt those familiar hands wrap around your waist, soliciting you to stay.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You giggled as you turned to look at him once more. But his only response was a hum as he relaxed his head against your back. His breath dripped down your neck, and his lips lazily grazed your soft skin. Suddenly, you felt yourself feeling hot still not accustomed to his touch.

His yawn filled your hearing and he tugged you back towards himself. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled into your ear lowly.

And you did just that, sinking into his embrace. His arms engirdled you, hands sneaking up your shirt where they relaxed. The way his chilled fingers brushed up and down your stomach had you feeling faint. You could feel his body heat across yours as he pressed himself against you. After all this time, he somehow always had an effect on you.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" He whispered, his lips tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Um... yeah! I slept well. I'm sorry about yesterday, by the way. I just get too nervous to continue." You confessed, feeling a sting of embarrassment as you began reminiscing on last night.

You were referencing the night you tapped out of taking things further, again.

"Don't apologize for silly things like that, darling" You could feel his smile as he spoke. "We have all the time in the world. Don't rush yourself, okay?"

Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, lifting your arm slowly and placing it back down until he had you pinned. Your back faced the mattress as your head laid trapped between his arms. Heterochromatic eyes wandered around your face, and a tender smile plastered itself across his lips.

"I'm not rushing myself, I promise. I am ready, but my nerves always get the best of me."

With that, Shouto lowered himself, his face inches away from yours. "Do I make you nervous, darling?" A foreign teasing tone laced his voice.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you fluttered your eyes back at him. Both of you knew the answer to that question, and you were definitely not going to humiliate yourself further to admit to that fact.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Cushiony lips met yours in an instant. Though it happened fast, Shouto's careful demeanor didn't waver. As his lips danced against yours, the familiar sensation began to sweep over you; body hot and adrenaline pumping.

He kissed you deeper, tongue coasting against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You didn't hesitate to grant his request, opening up immediately as you drove your hands up his chest. Under your palm, you felt the subtle drumming of his heart. It was oddly soothing to know you weren't the only one nervous. Maybe it was normal to feel slightly shy in moments like these?

His tongue ventured you attentively. With every swirl and flick of his tongue in your mouth, he made shivers trickle down your spine. And you felt woozy all over again. High on the taste of him, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him towards yourself.

"Someone's feeling a bit eager this morning," Shouto spoke into the kiss, the corners of his mouth drawing into a faint grin. He was right. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad; fed up with all the times you allowed your nervousness to get in the way of your urges.

Lightly, he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck. They felt warm as his tongue licked gradually. Shou delicately ensnared your skin between his teeth, nibbling gingerly at what was exposed. Throwing your head back, you couldn't hold back the moans that eluded your lips. Each whine dripped in lust as you felt his merciless lips wander further down your body.

He savored the taste of your silky skin as he explored you. Your sweet fragrance engulfed him; he pushed your shirt up, resuming his embrace. Nose lightly whisking down your stomach before his tongue swept back up. The sounds of your whimpers laced with his name cascaded from your lips. How was it even possible to fall for you more than he already had? Just watching how sensitive and responsive your body was for him had him on cloud nine. Every move his hands made, every stroke of his tongue, and every kiss he settled. Your moans only got breathier, and it made Shouto's head spiral. It was rare that he got to see you in this state, and he knew he was going to imprint this moment into his memory. He was already getting hard at the lude noises that coated your lips.

Those tender fingers of his gradually began kneading you softly, running down your thighs. And the tame fire that burnt at the pit of your stomach was set ablaze. You craved him more than ever, feeling more bothered with every second that passed. In response to the bliss you currently felt, you tried to shut your thighs, get some friction going. Yet, Shouto's body prevented that desire from coming to fruition.

"Princess, are you feeling needy already?" He hoisted his head up, giving you that damn teasing smirk once more. Deep down, however, he was just as desirous as you at this moment, craving to know more of you.

Before you could even respond, he was lowering himself down, peppering your inner thighs in kisses. At this point, you knew you were dripping, a tingly sensation washing over you.

"S-shou... please." You managed to huff out through moans, starving for his attention.

"Please what? Use your words now." His words had you feeling warm all over, embarrassed by his demands. Shouto didn't know why exactly he was teasing you this much; he could barely wait any longer himself. But seeing you flustered under him had him euphoric.

"I'm ready. Just please- you know what I want."

And with that, he obliged, his smooth tongue sweeping up your thigh. Nestling his lips delicately over your core, you flinched under his touch as a whimper parted your lips. Even if it was such a simple action, you still felt overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure.

Shouto didn't waste any time, hooking his finger in your underwear and swiftly tugging them off your frame. You could feel the cool breeze against you as you now lay exposed to him.

"You're beautiful, darling." Your boyfriend spoke in awe at you, admiring your body under him.

"Don't just stare!"

You tossed a hand over your face but Todoroki just chuckled at you, removing your hand from your face. Capturing your lips once more with his.

"Tell me to stop if it's all too much, okay?" Giving him a nod, he took his cue to continue his endeavor.

His slick tongue found its way between your two lips, caressing you up gently where he paused at your clit. Sucking softly, you felt an electric shock overcome your body as he relished in your taste. Dripping in pleasure, you whimpered and moaned his name, hands naturally burying themselves in his hair.

Finally, Shouto got to be lost in your waters, circling his spongy muscle around your clit. The melodious hums he let out as he devoured you delivered vibrations against your pleasure. Body quivering under his touch, Shouto savored the way your legs shivered.

"S-shou, I-I need more." You pleaded through broken gasps.

The best way to describe how you were feeling was almost like you were drunk. Feeling somewhat faint and simultaneously enticed as new sensations encapsulated your being. You've never felt your whole body move in such ways against your control. Even his dainty breaths on you had your stomach caving and your head flinging itself back.

To top all this glory off, at your request Shouto slipped his two chilled fingers in you. Pressing them partially upwards with every thrust. That, combined with his tongue doing wonders on your clit had him pushing all the right buttons. You tugged at his hair and whimpered out for him, eyes rolling back as bliss submerged you. The boiling pot in your stomach's pit overflowing with every calculated move he made. And when his fingers reached slightly deeper in you, it all consumed you. Your breath trembled, and your body twitched as stars overran your vision. A lewd moan streamed out your mouth, and for Shouto, that was everything he wanted to hear.

"Shou-Shou, please... enough."

Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you began catching your breath. Calming down from your climax, you eyed as your boyfriend's flushed face rose from between your thighs, lips coated in only what could be your juices.

"Are you okay, princess?" He spoke in a caring tone, but the way his tongue slipped out to lick off your remains from his lips had you feeling lustful once more.

"I'm more than okay." You responded, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his neck.

His wet lips met yours in a sloppy kiss; you could feel his eagerness as he pressed himself down against you. The bulge in his pants nudged your leg, and you wanted him to unravel himself in you the same way you did. Softly, you pushed his chest, grabbing his attention.

"Want to stop, y/n?" He asked breathily.

"N-no... Shou, I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

He could barely tame the excitement that spiked in him, knowing exactly what was coming next. Yet, he swallowed down his desires, wanting you to be sure that this was what you wanted.

"I'm certain."

"I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts." He left a delicate kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up.

You watched as he swiftly removed his boxer. Spreading you apart, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your fold. Breath already getting heavy, you dripped in anticipation for him.

"Ready?" He confirmed once more, earning a nod from you.

With your permission, he pushed the tip in, pausing as he waited for you to adjust to him gradually. The pressure you felt was near unbearable, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. Feeling full already, you couldn't imagine taking any more of him. You whimpered as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw as you bore the pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, y/n." He cupped your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip." I promise it won't hurt for much longer."

Once more, he drove more of himself in you, another surge of pain ripping through you. Quiet weeps evaded your mouth, your nails digging into Shouto's forearm. He took the hint, bringing his free hand down to meet your clit; his thumb tenderly rotating around it to drown out the discomfort. It felt better from there as trickles of pleasure rippling through you. Previous whimpers turned to lewd moans in no time, your pussy pulsating around Shouto as the pain gradually faded. And the last bit of him was in you.

He eyed his now submerged cock, letting out low moans as he felt you pulsate around him. But he didn't want to move yet. Instead, he cherished the image of your pretty self wrapped around him, your head tilted back and mouth open as your erotic voice bounced off the walls.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He came down to embrace his lips with yours as you reassured him of how you felt.

"I'm fine now."

"I'll start moving then."

You snaked your hands around his neck, preparing yourself for what was to come next. Haltingly, he began pulling out. Your walls swallowed him back in, however, and he could feel the pull. A gentle moan choked up in his throat at how snug you were.

"Princess, you're so tight." The low giggle that came after his comment made your body burn.

Before he could leave your body fully, he thrust himself back in. The lack of warning in his actions swept a moan out of you. Lust exploded through you as you sucked him back, and it had you almost reaching your climax again. Your eyes already rolled back as his dick stroked your plushy walls with every pump. Rhythmically, his hips met yours, and gradually you felt his pace pick up.

His body glazed in a thin layer of sweat; he peered at you through the hair that draped his eyes. You watched as his chest rose and fell, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. His pretty voice erupted from his throat and dripped down his rosy lips. This was a view one could only dream of, your beautiful boyfriend holding back from melting at your touch.

Louder and louder you both got, your moans flooding the room. No doubt that your climaxes were edging nearer. Every single thrust was hitting the right spot. The veins around his cock brushed every inch of you as you sucked him in deeper. Your body was overcome with warmth, legs bucking as your euphoria crawled closer. The knot in your stomach came undone as you moaned out Shouto's name. Gradually, his thrust got weaker, his own climax fast approaching. The feeling of being faint came as bliss occupied your sense. You twitched at how sensitive you felt, Shouto's cock still brushing past your walls as he road towards his high. Sloppier his pumps got, his moans getting deeper. He held you under himself, and with one sudden thrust, he whimpered into your ear as his cum drooled inside you, painting your velvet walls white.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breaths as you both processed what had occurred. It had finally happened; you both finally took things to the next level. Shouto turned to smile at you, intertwining your fingers together.

"You did amazing!" He said with a faint grin. You didn't even do anything, but you still felt a sense of pride. "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Shou."

Carefully, he pulled out of you, urging you not to move.

"Stay still. I'll clean us up and run you a bath, yes?" You propped yourself up on your elbows, already feeling the ache between your legs building.

But you still couldn't help but feel all warm inside as you observed your boyfriend run in and out of your room to tend to you.

Mutations and pleasure headcanons

Characters: Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Warren Worthington III, Peter Maximoff

Warning ⚠️: N*fw

Kurt Wagner:

It’s not part of his mutation but it’s worth mentioning, he’s flexible. To the point that it might be unreasonable.

He can fold himself into so many goddamn position and he’s strong enough to hold them for however long he needs to

Anyways, he has 100% just disappeared durning sex.

One moment your railing him into the mattress the next the entire room is covered in blue smoke and Kurt is nowhere to be seen.

About 10 seconds later he’s back with an extremely flustered look in his face.

Before you could question him about where he went he told you he was going to bed. He climbed in next to you and faced the wall for the rest of the night

The next morning he practically begged you to forget that it happened but to also say away from Logan for a few days.

And that’s how you figured out where he landed.

Your avoidance didn’t last long because at some point the next day you ran into Logan, who just let out a long sigh before patting you on the shoulder and walking away.

A few days later Kurt’s over it, just a freak accident, right?

Nope, happened again the next time you had sex with him.

After this kept happening he, begrudgingly, went and asked for help from no other than Logan!

The conversation was basically “hey Logan you fuck a lot right? Can you help me with my sex-teleporting problem?”

And he did, pretty much told him he just needed to be more in the moment mentally so his body wouldn’t take him out of it physically. (whatever that fuck that mean)

After he re-figured out how to stop teleporting spontaneously he decided to use this to his advantage.

I would like to introduce you all to a concept that I like to call “teleportation as a form a teasing”

Intentional teasing wasn’t one of Kurt’s strong suits so he figured that it might help

The first time it happened you were not prepared at all.

You were watching tv, as one does, your mind wandering off as some show played.

Then BOOM

There’s Kurt, looking determined but you could see he was nervous.

Carefully he climbed into your lap, staring down at you for a moment then leaning down, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, he kept going, kissing you over and over again.

He grinds himself against your thigh, groaning softly as sped up. The fabric of his underwear somehow hits every nerve just right.

You watched him as you gently kissing his neck and the bit of exposed chest just above the collar of his shirt.

“You’re bold today, sweetheart.”

“I-i know.”

And just like that, he was gone. A cloud of blue smoke left behind.

You knew this was different from the other times he’d disappeared, then he’d been so absorbed in pleasure that he just POOFED away. This was different, you barely even started, you hardly even touched him and he was gone. And even if it was an accident, he told you he had that under control now.

You just hoped that he hadn’t lied to you.

A few minutes later you wandered into Kurt's room, watching him from the doorway as he frantically arranged and rearranged the things on his desk. A nervous habit of his.

He tries his hardest not to look over at you, focusing incredibly hard on all the stuff on his desk.

He refused to look up even when he heard you close and lock the door, or when you walked up behind him, pressing your body against his as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Kurt..”

“...”

“I know you can hear me sweetheart, you wanna tell me what happened earlier?”

“Nothing..”

“Really? Nothing? Didn’t feel like nothing..”

Feel a little bad for him, he doesn’t know how to tease correctly.

You’re going to have to make him admit to attempting to tease you through the ultimate means of fucking him into the mattress until he’s seeing stars.

Scott Summers:

And now, a list of things you couldn’t do with Scott before he got some semi-permanent glasses:

Roughly fuck his face, because if you did and you knocked his glasses off you’d, at the very, very least, have your entire dick cut off.

Fucking him too hard. Period. It sounds fun but who’s going to pay for the holes in the ceiling or continuously replace your mattress when giant holes are inevitably burned into him?

So if he doesn’t have some semi-permanent glasses by the time you two start having sex everything’s going to be extremely soft and gentle

But the moment he shows you the new glasses it’s over for him.

He’s getting railed on/in/against everything you could think of, because you can do that now without bodily harm or thousands of dollars worth of property damage.

Have y’all been caught having sex in a place y’all shouldn’t be? Yes.

Do you give a flying fuck? No!

No Scott can’t do anything on his own the next day because moving hurts but hey, he had fun.

Warren Worthington III:

Hey Siri, define wing kink

For y’all’s that don’t know “Wing Kink is a related trope which often appears in wingfic (or in fanworks where a canonical character has wings), in which the character's wings are an erogenous zone and caressing them produces pleasurable feelings.” - the fanlore wiki

His wings, when you first started having sex with him, were completely off limits.

He made that undeniably clear to you.

Not because he didn’t like having them touched, but more because he didn’t think you’d like touching them.

All of that went straight out the window a few months later.

He was drunk, which had recently stopped being a normal occurrence for him. He tries to break out of his alcoholism, but it’s a slow and painful process. Instead of just outright stopping all at once he decided it would be better for him to just slow down. It works, he’s not drunk every minute of every day anymore so that’s better. He’ll drink on the weekends, and maybe take a shot before bed but other than that he won’t drink too much. But tonight he was drinking with Logan and in his attempts to keep up with him he’d ended up drunk out of his mind.

He cut himself off, he knew that if he drank more he’d blackout and he didn’t know what he’d do if he did.

So he stumbled all the way back to your room and tripped on literal air.

The sound of him hitting the floor woke you up.

Sitting up you saw Warren laying face down on the floor, giggling like a fool as he made multiple attempts to get up only to end up right back on the floor.

“Warren, it’s 3 in the morning, come lay down.”

You wanted to go over and pick him up. But you knew how he was about his wings and being touched in general.

After a few minutes of coaxing and encouraging him to get into bed he finally did.

Basically plopping down on top of you with a tired grin spread across his face

Burying his face in your chest, he closed his eyes.

After a few minutes you thought he was asleep, but you were proven wrong when he let out a long sigh and looked up at you.

“Fucking hold me..”

No, he doesn’t know how to ask for things nicely he’s a little bastard

You try and avoid his wings at first, gently draping your arms around his shoulders.

But that very quickly frustrated Warren, causing him to grab your arms and forces them around him and his wings.

Before you could try and say anything about it you could hear him snoring.

You sighed, deciding to deal with the breakage of limits could be talked about in the morning.

When you woke up Warren was already awake, still laying on your chest, just staring at you. His cheeks turned a light pinkish color when you looked down at him.

He wouldn’t say anything. He just stared at you for a solid 10 minutes before rolling over onto the other side of the bed.

He’s afraid that in his drunken state he’d made you uncomfortable, which led him to the never ending spiral of anxiety that made him say his wings were off limits in the first place.

Asking him what was wrong just led to him apologizing without actually saying what for.

Throughout the rest of the day he avoided the subject which made him ultimately avoid you.

You see? This is why you should talk to your partners, guys.

It took him awhile but he eventually said what he needed to say.

NOW ONTO THE SEXY BITS

Lightly running your finger through his lower feathers can be a way to get him in The Mood or to calm him down after a particularly rough sex (it helps with his sub drop)

This ones a bit more romantic but kiss his wings, especially the little part where they connect to his back.

He’ll melt, just straight up die on the spot because it’s just so nice and soft and feels so good.

Try not to be to rough with them, it hurts a fuck ton.

His wings are still off limits in certain aspects.

No using them to overstimulate him, he doesn’t like it. No pulling on his feathers, it hurts in the Not Good way.

But do kiss, massage, pet, and run your fingers through them.

He was very nervous when he first let you touch them, unintentionally flinching away when you reached for them.

Run your hands through his feathers while he rides you, he won’t last very long if you do.

praise him and call them beautiful, it took him a long time for him to learn to love himself and his mutation and he needs to be reassured sometimes

STILL BE CAREFUL

HIS WINGS ARE PRECIOUS AND MORE PRONE TO BAD PAIN THAN ANY OTHER PART OF HIS BODY

Just be careful with him stg I love him so much

Peter Maximoff:

Zoom zoom bitch

He fast

He has the nicest ass because of how much he runs

He can and will grab you and take you back to his room if he’s feeling especially needy.

And then he’ll act extremely bratty despite the fact that he brought you there.

He vibrates.

Most of the time unintentionally.

It’s his version of shaking, so he definitely does it when he cums

“Peter, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Just...give me a moment..”

He’s gotten too eager before and fallen off the bed while trying to change position.

When I say this man gives the best blowjobs in the history of blowjobs I mean it

His tongue vibrates too. That added with the fact that he has no gag reflex AND no shame? Rip

Quickies, anywhere anytime.

Cameras can be covered in less than a second and he can have both of you looking relatively decent before anyone comes in.

You have to guide him while he rides/fucks himself onto you because he might hurt you or himself by going too fast.

He’s not aloud to use his speed when given sexual orders

Usually after being punished he’s much more shy and nervous.

Making him do things slowly only adds to that.

Make him get on his knees in front of you? Gone, he’s so blushy and embarrassed at just being in that position.

Make him strip and prep himself while you watch? Ceases to exist

Will beg and cry for you to let him speed up, but he’s just putting on a show.

Grinding against pillows or folded blankets with some kind of plug up his ass is his preferred method of masturbation because he can go as fast as he wants without worry.

He’s ripped holes in a few blankets and pillows and has very unsuccessfully hidden.

“So are we not going to talk about the hole in my brand new blank?”

“No we are not.”

ong pls i love ur writing so much 😭😭❤️ could you do luca sfw/nsfw relationship hcs?? 😳😳

🔧 sfw & nsfw luca relationship hcs . . .

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SFW ;;

♡ you're luca's favourite human being and the first person he goes to when he needs to geek out about a new invention or discovery he's made.

♡ luca isn't as social as he seems, he likes being on good terms with people so they don't misunderstand his prisoner title or fear him during matches but it's hard for him to take the next step and actually make friends. so if he ever needed to talk about anything he'd go to you.

♡ since he's so affection starved prepare to have him talk your ear off, there's so many things he's wanted to talk about but hasn't been able to.

♡ his whole life he's struggled with his side of the story being heard and he most definitely had his spirit broken in prison so to have someone who looks forward to hearing from him everyday? he gets bashful just thinking about it.

♡ if anything bothers him he loves to rant while pacing around the room, then you pspspsps him into bed and snuggle his problems away.

♡ by being his partner you've signed an unofficial contract to be his human pillow, have fun with his drooling and snoring!!!

♡ his mood changes a lot but being around you helps regulate it because he's always goofily happy when he sees you.

♡ luca is insecure about his scars and bruises, he used to be an elegant man who was constantly spotless so his look after prison + the accident has left him with some big identity issues. he needs you to compliment him!!! shower him with praise and call him handsome, charming, snazzy, whatever words you want to use... he doesn't want to feel like he downgraded :(

♡ when you're alone he lets his hair down and lets you play with it.

♡ there's so much hair.... give him a massage and kiss the crown of his head while you're at it, he loves the tenderness.

♡ sighs whenever he's content or extra comfortable, you found this out after asking why he always sighed during cuddle sessions.

♡ luca hates being cold and needs someone to keep him warm and fed, donate your body heat to him pls.

♡ he goes through random bursts of productiveness, he'll spend two days straight clinging to you like a koala then something snaps and he goes into work mode.

♡ it's hard to talk to him while he's focused so to show that you love him, drop him off food and clothes he can change into.

♡ he appreciates the silent ways you show your love, like never reacting when his electricity flairs up or scrubbing his hair in the bath before you get to yours.

♡ addicted to surprising you, whether it's a sudden kiss or a necklace he crafted for you.

♡ if something you have is broken he'll fix it for you while you sleep and have the cheekiest grin when you realize what he did in the morning.

♡ or he'll 'upgrade' something you have, like adding a self defense mechanism to your toaster and you're like 🤨

♡ the two of you go on adventures together all the time.

♡ the manor is your oyster, you're always collecting scraps to build things with each other or exploring areas with no trespassing signs.

♡ luca's quite the rule breaker and loves to show off around you but if anyone catches you he'd never let you get blamed for it.

♡ accidentally zaps you when he gets excited or surprised but he's able to control how strong they are around you, it's part of his simp abilities which overpower everything else.

♡ it's super hard to control but he ensures that you're never hurt, you can feel the zaps when you reach for his hand out of the blue but they never hurt. they're tingly and unique to your boyfriend so you've grown to love them.

♡ be careful you don't hurt yourself on his snaggle tooth when you kiss!!! there's been some mishaps with his fang before.

♡ his lips are so plump when you kiss him, they're slightly chapped but so warm and shoot butterflies straight into your stomach.

♡ does the thing where he tilts your chin up with his fingers then runs them along your bottom lip, he's addicted to seeing you blush.

♡ he acts super cocky and confident to make up for lost time and to heal his ego.

♡ asks you things like "missed me?" or "aren't i the best?" in his usual smug tone all the time but deep down that's how he asks for reassurance that he's loved.

♡ when he wakes up in the middle of the night he sometimes thinks he's back in his cell, he needs you to embrace his shivering form and tell him that you're with him now.

♡ hugs you from behind and unexpectedly picks you up because he loves to hear your laugh, it makes him feel electric.. in a good way.

NSFW ;;

♡ so. his zaps.

♡ he can control the intensity and they flair up when he's aroused or excited, meaning there's always a vibrating thrum you feel under his skin when you're intimate.

♡ what i'm saying is he's a walking vibrator ❤️

♡ lets you ride his thigh and ruts it against you, the vibrations leaving you a sobbing mess.

♡ he's okay with topping or bottoming, there's no preference he just wants to nut.

♡ inventing new ways to make you cum is his speciality but being able to lay back and let you milk him? it's a dream to luca.

♡ his moans are so rapid and breathy, he partially wants you to know you're doing a good job but he also sucks at controlling the volume of his voice.. if youre making him feel good he doesn't want to hide it. he can't hide it.

♡ he tries dirty talk with you but he's so breathless that you can barely decipher what he's saying.

♡ praise him!!! your whines are enough to keep him going but if you're able to slip some "fuck you feel so good"s in there?? he's ecstatic.

♡ refers to his cock as luca jr JDBCBDJD

♡ fixates on oral, giving AND receiving, he has a super long tongue and wants to use it on you.

♡ he's also used to handjobs from how often he's jerked himself off in the past, so a mouth over his cock is an entirely different feeling that he can barely handle.

♡ while he's giving oral he loves to make eye contact with you, flashing you his usual lopsided smile and sleazy grin except it's stained with your fluids.

♡ luca has made positions of his own and some toys of his own in his free time.

♡ if you're willing to he'd love to try out one of those fuck machines fjfnfnsbsj he wants to bring things he's good at into the bedroom.

♡ he seems like he'd love doggy style.

♡ pressing someone into a mattress while hammering into them and getting a delicious view of their body or the other way around? he dreams of that.

♡ i don't think he'd enjoy people being rough with him, degrading him, or tying him up.. it gives him bad memories.

♡ he can act like a wild animal the way he sloppily fucks you without restraint but he still gets emotional during the whole ordeal and needs to hear compliments and feel safe.

♡ something kinda cruel he does enjoy though? orgasm denial.

♡ right as you're about to climax he pulls himself away from you and snickers, taking great pride in how undone you become when you don't get what you want.

♡ it's all fun and games until you do the same to him, he'll beg you to be allowed to cum and will be so exasperated he'll ooze electricity from every pore.

♡ loves to bang on furniture or in the shower.

♡ shower sex!! when you're covered in foam and he lets his hair down he's all over you, pinning you against the glass of the shower and going to work.

♡ when he lets you take charge he always asks you to give him a strip tease, there's nothing like pushing luca down and slowly revealing your chest to him as you sway your hips, he cums in his pants nearly every time and can't take his eyes off you while he unbuttons his pants to stroke himself, chewing his lip.

♡ fav place to finish is on your body, he shoots a lot of cum and feels so possessive when he sees it stick onto you.

♡ his tongue is always out whenever he bottoms, he loses his smug aura and wholly gives himself into the pleasure.

♡ you're the only person who will ever see him like this so he can act like a brat all he wants.

♡ he still twitches and squirms even during aftercare, sudden giggle fits breaking the silence while he lovingly washes you up and threads his fingers through your hair, still damp from sweat.

Freak (One Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: your writer being a dick about the otp

Word Count: this is the first time that I had to remind a therapist about a session. Usually it was me who would forget about sessions or even booking sessions. But that was also because I was scared. Now I know that in order to get better I need to make a few changes with my way of thinking. Bonus? I did not cry during this PMS cycle.

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"...in summary, you touch any of my playthings, you will have to deal with the consequences." Kruge wants to pierce those eyeballs out but he has to stop himself in case he is taken a prisoner for harming the new king of Jotunheim on the very first night. "Understood, your grace," Helbindi gives a little bow and waits for Loki to open the door to his chamber before he lets his fangs out in pure animosity for the God.

Loki makes sure to close the door behind him before he closes his eyes and rests his head on the silver frame with a thud. At least he won't have to keep up the facade of being composed all the time in this room. Did I make the right decision? His thoughts are running at a speed that would be considered normal for Pietro. This is the last place Aellae would invade. He inhales a lungful, his mind addressing a hint of lilac in the cold air. That is if she hadn't already done that. And all the fingers are pointing at Helbindi. I am sure Helbindi has something to d-wait...Lilac?

Those computing brows are suddenly furrowing in curiosity while those eyes open to dart around the room in question. At the other end of this immaculate and massive bedroom, you walk out from the direction of the bath, your wet hair a beautiful mess, your skin glowing in the faint light reflecting off the shining frost, your dark blue pyjama shorts showing off those legs that seemed to have toned a little, thanks to the workout this deadly trip has provided. Out of nowhere, winds are blowing into the bedroom from the balcony to bring Loki more of that lilac scent you are covered in right now. Those teasing soft punches of air are doing their best to tickle your exposed skin while teasing the God with a little bit of peek of some more. He does not realise it but Loki's eyes are stuck on you, his throat trying to gulp down whatever is frozen in there, just not ready to digest the poetry unfolding in front of him. Normally he would have scolded you for putting your used towel on that chair, but right now all his brain can comprehend is you raising your leg on his bed to apply some lotion on it. Your head turns in his direction and he is suddenly finding himself running into the sole vase on his right side. He is Loki- the God of mischief- so, of course, it does not take much time to bring that vibrating vase to a standstill. But he still keeps holding for another moment or two, for the fear that it might move again. Any third person witnessing this can tell it is not exactly the vase he is trying to still. "This painting is nice," he murmurs to himself while looking at a pictureless frame decorating the wall to his side, pointing to it and pretending to appreciate it. His hands, though, cannot seem to find a comfortable position. "You're back?" you ask him, still working on your leg. "Hmm?" He pretends to notice you for the first time, still not ready to lock his eyes with you, instead, playing with his fingers. "Oh, yes. Just...had to give a couple of instruction to the...uhh...boys." "I don't like that Helbindi guy-" you screw your nose and Loki seems to lose a couple of ounces of air- "he gives off bad vibes." "Yeah, yeah he does," he agrees with you, walking slowly and calculatingly towards the bedroom part of the room. Your leg switches. "I'm glad that you have the majority though. That too considering you have been away for a looooong time." You raise your head and he busies himself in the ferns kept at the entrance of the bed-chamber before asking himself what his idiotic ass was trying to do. Finally finding the strength, he looks back up at you and nods with a smile. Walk to the other side of the bed, he is practically giving the basic instructions to his brain now. She isn't going out like this, is she? That one part of his brain clad in some dark crevices questions him. That one simple thought seems to raise multiple silent alarms in his body. "So-" he tries to point at you and the door but fails and instead takes his finger to scratch an itch at the back of his neck- "you're going to sleep in now?" That glowy leg worth months of hair growth suddenly drops on the floor. And so does your face. Loki cannot make out what you're thinking because he is busy waiting for your answer. "You want me to sleep somewhere else?" It's just a softly put question. But your eyes seem to glimmer in sadness as if he just betrayed you some way. "What?" he is more surprised by the fact that you did not think of it as a possibility. Why would she sleep somewhere else? We've been doing it the whole trip! Well, the whole trip did not have rooms like this one, balconies like this one and certainly not a view like this one. Loki breathes, opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out for a good few seconds. He is still trying to make his mind look away from all the stray water droplets falling from your hair inside your clothes. "No-" he blinks, bringing his eyes back to yours, licking his lips, he is soft in his speech- "um, you stay here." Loki, you are a God. With the sudden reminder, he clears his throat, straightens his back and brings back that dominating energy in the room. "You stay here," he orders this time. Your quick smile is already melting that robust core of his. And that quick jump on his bed catalysis the effect. "Cool!" You sit there with your legs folded under you, thighs spread, and that shirt not covering as much as it is supposed to. "Woah!" you snapped him out of his trance as you took a little jump on the bed. The sudden glow in your eyes was sending a tingling sensation down his spine. "Oh," you exclaimed, going up and down on your thighs, "we finally have a hard mattress! God, I'm old!" Loki just stood there, watching you arch your back as you went up and down, testing the bed, and at the same time testing his fortitude. Why-why is she not wearing a bra? Loki smacks his inner self. That's what concerns you right now? "Stop that," he growls. One final jump and you are falling on your back with a long sigh. That tingle seems to have subsided but as it is going back, Loki's gaze cannot seem to come off your body- you lying with your limbs spread out as you groan out loud to remove that fatigue from your lungs. That double chin of yours is quite evident when you raise your head just a little to look for the quilt and bring it closer to you with your feet. Who does she think she is? A part of Loki asks. Beautiful, his inner voice answers without a pause, all dreamy eyes for you and your double chin. "By the Norns, you have to stop," the God growled again, making you pause your leg mid-air with the quilt in between your toes. You drop that quilt just like that and turn to rest your head on your palm. "Stop and...?" that low hoarse tone of your mixed with a wicked glow in your eyes lights up a section inside the God he should not be thinking about. Especially when it has the power to take over his brain.  The next time he opens his eyes, you can witness a change in that usually brooding boy to something more...feral? Those bloody eyes of the only Jotun you know are sending you mixed reverberations. By the time you are trying to figure out what it is behind those eyes, Loki's leg is already on the bed and his body over you within two strides. Your hips are locked in by his thighs and he is looking down at you with a simmering gaze.  You are definitely questioning all your freaky actions tonight. But I thought I would tease him a little! You know, to get his mind off serious stuff going outside that door!! And here you are, lying under Loki, your hands clasped close to your chest while your eyes are trying to figure out his next move, all the while unconsciously biting your lower lip. Not gonna lie, this blue version of him kinda looks sex- Loki's hands go down, right between his legs. You are about to catch your breath and cross your legs when his hands yank out the quilt from between the two of you to lay it over you. Your lips are still apart, mouth gaping, breaths at a pause while Loki flattens the fabric out over you till your neck before tucking it on your either side to the point that you cannot escape it even if you wanted to. Your brows furrow in disappointed confusion. Your hands are making that universal gesture of 'what the fuck???' under that damned sheet whereas Loki is proudly looking at his work. "That should keep you warm." “Dude!” Is all you can let out from your lungs before letting your body struggle to get out of this cosy prison. Loki gets up and away from the bed to undo his coat, looking away from you and smiling at this little achievement. “Don’t waste your breath, darling. I learned it from my mother. You cannot get out of that  hold unless you have calmed down enough to-“ His words disappear when he turns back to witness you already deep in sleep; your lips parted, your head practically drowning in the pillow, and little snores already forming in your nostrils. “How exhausted were you to sleep within seconds?” He whispers, never taking his eyes off. I need to teach her not to sleep with her guard down in suspicious places.

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The coat lay on the floor along with the familiar pants and shirt. Loki sits on the bed in a nightgown, letting his back rest on the bed frame while his eyes gather some much needed light sleep. The night outside is still if not for the periodic interruptions of crows here and there. The chill of this frozen land comes as a blessing for this Jotun, who is no longer regulating his temperature as per the Midgardian ways. His Jotun form too is breathing fine, even feeling better than before. A true blessing in disguise. “Mmm…no…I don’t like it…” you mumble in your sleep, opening Loki’s eyes before he knows what’s happening. His hand automatically reaches out for you, coming to rest on your forehead before realising he cannot use magic to get rid of any bad dreams. So, instead, he softly pats your head. Your sleep laden crinkled brows seem to find some peace from those soothing pats, going back to dreamless sleep and loud snores. Loki cannot help but burst into a silent laugh at those snores. How can someone so small and comparatively frail snore worse than a giant?! That laugh that crinkles the edge of his eyes seems to be slowly melting into a smile; and not any ordinary smile at that. It is bringing a sweet realisation with it; a realisation about this human. Among seven billion humans, this one seems to have brought him the comfort he never even dared to feel. The past few days spent in this human's company were far lighter and chirpier than the most extravagant days spent as a child in Asgard. There was no anxiety, no restlessness. Whenever he was not able to collect his thoughts, looking at this human used to bring everything to a standstill. Knowing that he is not alone this time brought a certain peace to his soul; brought solutions faster and escape routes quicker than his enemies could calculate.  Is this what it's like to have a friend? To have the want to protect them, fight them, tease them, make their life miserable but never let anyone else lay a finger on them? Is this what friendship means?? As if to answer his question, your snores break into a snort before you wiggle inside your duvet to crawl closer to him in your sleep. Your hand stretches out from under the warm cover, take an elongated sigh till it touches Loki's arm and wraps those toasty fingers around his cold muscle. Loki has paused his existence for a second to make sense of this moment. She feels safe with you, a soothing voice inside him resonates in his core and he is watching you in a new light. Some moisture seems to gather at the edge of his eyes before he blinks it away and slides down to rest his head on the pillow right next to yours. He does not realise it but his arm is frozen in that place for you to hold on to it and there is a slight smile on his lips while his eyes are observing every single detail on your face. The God does not seem to notice a bubble being projected out of the bed to overtake the room with a warmth that is emanating from the celestial being himself. And most of all he does not seem to notice the voice hiding in the dark corner somewhere looking at you with heart eyes. I like this human. She can stay.

Letting Loose

Requested chapter 21

This is a continuation of my series and all future chapters that I write for this series will be written as requested chapters

Request: Bucky has to fight for his bed back after you decide it’s yours now @raincloudanon

Word count: 2,175

You woke up in a sweat, immediately wanting to go to Steve’s room and explain to him about your nightmare and hug him closely. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t here. He was on a mission, which is why you were having a nightmare.

You dreamt that your brother was killed in battle and that Tony and the rest of the team were carrying his body back home in a bag. Tony walked over to you with a mourning face and was about to put his hand on your shoulder to tell you the horrible news when you snapped awake. 

Taking a few deep breaths and holding back the tears, you got out of bed and walked down the hallway. The next best person to go to for comfort was Bucky. You knew he battled with nightmares too so you knew he could relate to you.

Reaching his door, you peeked inside to see him sleeping on his back, with his flesh arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly. You almost felt bad to be waking him up when it was a good night for him. He rarely got to sleep at night. But you knew he would want you to wake him up instead of dealing with a nightmare alone. You walked over to his side of the bed and gently grabbed his arm, slowly pulling it away from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered. 

With a sharp inhale, he woke up and looked at you, smiling softly. “Hey muffin, what’s up?” He asked, his voice raspy as he turned his body a bit to face you. You looked down to the ground as bit your lip.

“I had a nightmare.” You squeaked, a tear finally dropping down your cheek. Bucky frowned and opened his arms to you.

“Oh, baby, come here. I’m so sorry you had a nightmare.” He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?” 

You shrugged and sighed. “I just dreamt that Steve died on the mission... and the team was bringing him home in a bag. It was so scary and it felt so real.” You sniffled, trying not to cry anymore. Bucky hummed and kissed the crown of your head. 

“Again honey, I’m so sorry. But it was just a dream. Steve is just fine. You know he can take care of himself.” He said reassuringly. You knew that was true, but you couldn’t shake the thought of the possibility of him losing his life on the mission. 

With hopefulness in your voice, you looked at Bucky with your famous puppy eyes. “Can we call him?...Just to make sure?” You asked. Bucky looked in your eyes for a moment. He knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, considering he could be on an important stealth mission or they could catch him at a wrong time. But he knew the feeling you were feeling. Desperation to feel sure of something. So how could he say no to you? Plus, he couldn’t lie, those puppy eyes did wonders. 

With a soft smile, he nodded. “Sure muffin. We can try. Let’s see if he picks up.” He said, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialing Steve’s number, putting it on speaker. It rang for what felt like forever, but finally, he picked up the phone.

“Hello?” 

Your face immediately lit up as you featured the biggest smile ever when you heard his voice. A huge wave of relief washed over your whole body and you thanked God he was okay. Bucky also smiled when he saw your reaction and he chuckled, patting your side.

“Hey Steve, you busy?” Bucky asked, holding the phone up. 

“I got a few minutes, What’s up?” 

“There’s someone who wants to talk to you..” He hummed, leaning the whole your way. You smiled widely as you hugged Bucky closer. 

“Hi Steve!” You chirped. 

“Hey, bubba.” Steve hummed, grinning at the sound of your voice. “I miss you!” 

You giggled and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I miss you too.” You said. 

“She wanted to check to see if you were okay. She had a little nightmare and it kinda scared her a bit. So she’s checking on you.” Bucky said, chiming in. 

“Aww, Princess, of course I’m okay. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know I’ve been fighting bullies bigger than me since I was a kid. I know you were really young but I know you can remember me coming home all beat up. I can handle myself, alright?” He said.

“Yeah, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I’m waiting for you to come home already.”

“I know Princess. It’s okay. And I’ll be home in a few more days.” 

You nodded, your smile falling just a bit. “Okay.”

“Have you started making the plans for my welcome home cake yet?” He asked, the smile in his voice evident. Your smile picked back up as you smirked. 

“Nohoho. Not yet.” You said, shaking your head a bit. 

“Well you better hurry! Cause I’m not coming home unless I know I’m coming home to a welcome home cake...” He threatened playfully. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to have a long vacation over here... I heard the beaches here are beautiful.” He teased, making you giggle. 

“Ohokay, okay, you’ll get your cake.” You chuckle, playing with the fabric of Bucky’s shirt. 

“I better..,” He warned. After that, you heard Sam calling Steve in the background and you knew he was going to have to leave now. Part of you felt sad but at least you knew he was okay and that’s more than what you could have asked for. “I have to go now princess. But don’t worry about me. Just have my cake ready and I’ll be there, okay?” 

You smiled softly and nodded. “Okay,, Be safe.”

“Alright, man. See you soon.” Bucky said. 

“..Bye...” You sighed, your voice fading a bit at the end. “Love you.”

“Bye bubba. I love you too.” 

The line clicked and Bucky put his phone back down on the nightstand. “See? Everything’s fine. Steve is okay.” He said, smiling at you. You nodded with a grin and buried your face into his chest. 

“Thank you for calling him.” You said, your voice muffled. Bucky chuckled and patted your back. 

“Of course, doll. Anything for you.” He hummed. “Think you can rest easy now?” You nodded with a soft smile. “Good. Just to make sure, you can sleep here tonight in case you need anything else. Your head lifted up to look at him with a wide smile. 

“Really?”

“Of course princess!” He chuckled, throwing the blanket over you and cuddling you close. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt so warm and peaceful and calm. You quickly felt yourself fall asleep. 

“Thanks Buck.” You mumbled, falling asleep right after, Bucky soon following.

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You woke up to Bucky’s alarm clock blaring at 7:00am. You groaned lightly and stirred a bit as you opened your eyes. Bucky had just turned back over from turning the alarm off and smiled sweetly at you. “Good morning, sunshine.” He sang. 

You returned the gesture with a smile and gripped the sheets tighter. “Good morning.”

“Feel a little better today?” Bucky asked, rubbing your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Mmhmm!” You hummed, nodding. Bucky smiled with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Good, I'm glad… now get out; off you go.” He said, waving you off. “Id like to have my bed back for the last few minutes of my morning before I have to get up and train.” He sighed playfully, although he did mean what he said.

“Mm-mm.” you hummed, shaking your head cheekily and hugging his pillow. “This is my bed now.” You giggled. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked at you incredulously. “Uhh, no it is not, ma’am. Imma need it back.” He declared, giving you a side smirk. Still, you stood your ground. 

“Nope. I'm staying here. You can spend the last minutes of your morning on the floor.” You smirked, nodding once. 

Bucky gasped silently and smiled at your sudden confidence. He was gonna smush that real fast.                                                                                            “Oh really? Then it looks like I'm gonna have to fight to get my bed back, huh?” he asked, suddenly tackling you and pinning you to the mattress. You squealed loudly as he began to go straight for your ribs, digging and prodding his fingers in between each bone.

“NAHAHA! Buhuhucky dohohont!” You cried, kicking out your legs as much as you could since they were the only body parts that weren’t being completely pinned down by Bucky.

“I know my rights; every person is entitled to have their own bed.” He smirked, blowing a short raspberry on your neck, eliciting a squeal. He then started to spider his fingers down your sides, until he reached your hips. You arched your back and screamed, letting out loud belly laughter as you tried to fight him off. “Oooh, this is a bad spot, isn’t it?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt with his mouth to blow big, ticklish raspberries on your belly while still not pausing his attack on your hips. 

You threw your head back as you cackled, gripping his hands tightly to push them away but it was no use. Bucky started laughing along with you at your attempts to stop him. However, you were very very stubborn. Always were.    “I’M STILL NOT GETTIHIHING OHOHOUT!!” You laughed, shaking your head side to side defiantly. Bucky chortled deeply and his wide smirk didn’t make you feel like you were winning. 

“Ohoho, we’ll fix that right up.” He teased, grabbing your wrists in one hand and tasing the middle of your belly with the other. With a shriek, you instinctively brought your legs up to your chest but it wasn’t enough to block his hands from evilly tickling your belly. 

“BUHUHUCKYYY!” You cried, tears of mirth gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

“That tickles, doesn’t it? Makes you just wanna get out of my bed, huh?” He chuckled, dipping his finger in your belly button, knowing how sensitive it is for you. 

You still shook your head with hysterical laughter, unable to form words. Bucky gaped at you and how you managed to take so much of this today. You usually couldn’t handle more than 5 minutes of this with him. He was impressed. 

“Wow, you are a tough one to crack today, aren’t ya?” He laughed, letting go of your belly and grabbing your legs, holding your ankles in a headlock. “Guess I’m gonna have to go for the big guns.” He shrugged, rapidly vibrating his fingers in the backs of your thighs. You convulsed on the mattress letting out all kinds of shrieks and squeals, trying your best to get your legs out of his grip. 

“HAHAHAHAHA BUHUHUCKYYY! STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” Your stomach was cramping form all the laughter and your voice was going hoarse. Bucky kept going however, switching legs every couple of seconds, never letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Do you give?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he continued. 

“BUCKY!!!” 

“I guess that’s a no.” He shrugged, getting prepared to rain raspberries on your belly again but before he could, you finally gave in. 

“NO WAHAHAIT! WAHAIT! I GIHIHIVE PLEASE I GIVE!” You begged, hugging yourself tightly as you let out residual laughter and regained your breath. Bucky sat back with a wide smirk.

“I knew it wouldn’t have taken much more to getcha.” He teased, pinching your side playfully, making you flint with a yelp. You growled with a fake frown and lightly kicked at him. 

“You’re so evil!” You whined, pointing at him. Bucky only laughed and pulled you to his chest, sighing deeply. 

“Only when I need to be.” He said, kissing your head. “And today I had to fight to get my bed back. Otherwise you would have taken over everything! First my bed, then my room, then my food, then who knows what else you’d take over?” He shrugged with his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile.

“Whatever. You can have my bed back, I guess.” You sighed, sliding off his lap and onto the floor, quickly getting up. Bucky looked at you with narrowed eyes. 

“Excuse me, your bed?” He asked, leaning towards you intimidatingly. “Do we need to go over this again? Cause I still got a few more minutes before my training starts!” He threatens, poking teasingly at your belly, making you double over and back away. 

“Nohoho! no mohore. I get it. It’s your bed.” You giggled, lifting a hand to surrender. 

“That’s right. Now get outta here, you little monkey.” He smiled, ruffling your hair and gently pushing you in the direction of the door while he went to get changed for the gym. 

You left his room with a smile and a warm heart, skipping down to the kitchen for breakfast to eat all of his pop-tarts as revenge. 

🛏 🌑 👔 for din+angel

Is it okay if I make this three separate answers? Din and Angel are my darlings 🥰

Sleeping Headcanon

Warnings: Fluff, Nightmare mention, Established Relationship

So as immortal beings, you and Din don't require sleep the same way mortals do.

However, just because it's not required doesn't mean either of you can't fall asleep. In fact, you actually like drifting off and dreaming, especially when those dreams star you and Din.

You tell Din this one night after watching him tuck Grogu into his makeshift hammock, snoring after a day full of practicing his levitating trick on a stuffed bantha Din bought him in Tatooine, and your cheeks blush under the warmth of Din's gaze upon you, listening to every word.

He surprises you and simultaneously breaks your heart by admitting his attempts at sleep are plagued by nightmares of his lifetime. Horrors imprinted on his mind no amount of time will erase.

His confession haunts you for the next few days and you wish there were something you could do to comfort him. Maybe, just maybe, if you were to lay down beside him, your presence could somehow be a deterrent against the bad dreams.

"If you wanted to cuddle with me, angel, all you had to do was ask," he says, smirking at you.

The bunk in the Razor Crest is small and confining, the mattress thin and hard, but you and Din make it work with you laying on top of his bare chest, face tucked into his neck.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart," you whisper in the darkness, palm pressed over his beating heart. "Dream of us."

And for the first time in Death's existence, he sleeps peacefully.

Dark Headcanon

Warnings: Blood, Established Relationship, Protective Din, Violence

Din has always been especially protective of you even before you found out he was your soulmate. But now that you’ve both been marked and you’re back with him after being kidnapped by a psychopath, yeah, his protective nature has increased a thousand percent. 

You don’t mind it for the most part. Like when you’re disguised as mortals walking through the market and he has his arm around your waist, fingers curled around your hipbone. Or how if you stop to shop at a market stall he looms behind you, glaring at anyone who’s gaze lingers on you too long for his liking.

You do start to care when you accidentally get separated from Din in a crowded street and wind up cornered in an alleyway by a drunk human with acrid smelling breath who wouldn’t know the meaning of personal space even if it were stamped across his face. You’re just about to introduce your knee to his private parts when Din tears into him with all the ferocity of a krayt dragon.

He nearly caves the man’s face in with his fists, punching over and over again until his gloves are practically dripping with blood and the human is making an awful gurgling sound as he struggles to breath. 

You stand there pressed frozen against the wall, gaping and struggling to connect your loving, tender soulmate with the savage act of violence that just unfolded mere feet away. 

It’s not that you didn’t know Din was capable of brutally spilling blood. You’ve heard the legends about Death killing those stupid enough to fight him. But this is the closest you’ve ever witnessed him being violent.

And you don’t know what terrifies you more: his viciousness or the fact you’re comforted by it instead of afraid.

Clothing Headcanon

Warning: Fluff, Established Relationship

It takes you nearly six months to track down a coat identical to the one Din had worn during your first meeting with him on Trinomliaxeros. 

You’d had to bribe Grogu with a dozen cookies to convince him to let you borrow his favorite scrap of fabric so you could take it to a clothing designer on Coruscant you’d once helped match with her soulmate several years prior.

After reaching out across the Holonet to her fellow designers across the galaxy, someone finally finds record of the coat and sends enough matching fabric your designer friend is certain she can recreate it.

You bring it back to the Crest in a specially wrapped box and excitedly shove it at Din’s chest, who looks between the present and your smiling face with a mixture of amusement and confusion. 

“I don’t have a birthday,” he tells you as he pulls on the decorative ribbon to open the box. “You didn’t have to get me anything, angel.”

“Hush,” you tell him, waving your hand dismissively, practically vibrating with excitement. “You’ll love this, trust me.”

You wish you had a camera to take a picture of his face when he realizes the precious gift you’ve given him. His lips part with a silent gasp, eyes widening with recognition, and his fingertips gently touch the sleeves.

“Is this...?” he’s too stunned to even finish the question.

You nod, smile widening, and step forward to help put it on him. The dark coat fits perfectly, soft beneath your palms as you run them over his broad shoulders and chest.

“Thank you, angel,” he says, pressing a kiss against your lips. “I love it.”

Teasingly, you wonder, “Do you love it as much as you love me?”

“Impossible. Nothing could ever come close to how I feel about you.”

Ad astra

This one is for @teheharrypotter​‘s two weeks of angst, obviously I had to participate! My trope was dying in their arms. I wanted to add that the last scene is inspired by a very sad scene of the movie Christmas shoes (I made the gif to show the scene). If you haven’t already seen this movie, don’t watch it or you’ll cry. A lot.  Anyway, as usual feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy! 

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(gif is mine)

There were so many things he loved about her. 

The way she always closed her eyes when he kissed her, the way her sweet lips moved against his. The little groans she let out every morning when he woke her up. The warmth of her breathing in his neck, the way his heart always beat faster whenever he saw her. 

He used to think that no one would ever take a place in his heart as important as the one she had taken. 

That was before they met.

It was a nightmare. The most awful nightmare you could imagine, and it wasn’t even violent. There was no blood, no murderer, no monster chasing after me. I wasn’t locked up in a room, I wasn’t getting drowned or tortured, yet it was like all of this was happening to me at the same time. Everything felt more intense, more painful, and everything seemed to disappear. A fucking nightmare, and I wasn’t even asleep.

A sentence, it’s all it had taken for me to sink. A sentence pronounced by a hurried nurse who had left the room a few seconds later, leaving my world crashing around me. And in this damaged world was Charlie. He had always been my rock, the only one who had never given up on me, the only one who had always been able to look straight into my eyes to tell me “You’re wrong”. And now, he was unable to even look in my direction. All I could see was his back, his hunched posture and the nervous movement of his hands. He was pacing, getting to the window before sitting back on the chair, then getting up again and doing it all over again. And me? I was looking at him, my eyes fixed on his bright hair which colour had always been a synonym of peace and protection and love. I was biting my bottom lip to the blood, barely noticing the metallic taste. I was trembling, I was getting more and more terrified and numb at the same time. I was dying.

“We don’t know what it is. Nobody, muggle or wizard, seems to have heard of this disease. I’m sorry, miss Y/L/N.”

“Charlie…” 

My voice was weaker than I had expected, so small that I knew even Charlie’s trained ear hadn’t heard me. But I didn’t know if I could trust my voice to be louder, my trembling had reached every single fiber of my body and my vocal chords were vibrating with the emotions I was trying to contain, and the rest of my body had already betrayed me. Given up on me, stopped fighting, it was letting me die. 

“Charlie, please, don’t ignore me.”

I knew he had heard me as his pacing had abruptly stopped, but he still wasn’t looking at me. In a way, it was better like this; I didn’t know if I would be able to face him. I didn’t know what was going on his mind, and mine was hard enough to ignore. 

“I’m not- It’s not you that I’m ignoring.” He stopped and I waited for him to continue. “It’s the fact that every time I look at you could be the last.”

“Does it really change anything?” 

I was surprised, because I didn’t think opening my mouth without exploding in sobs was possible. It had been roughly five minutes, yet I was already accustomed to the feeling of pressure on my chest, and I already knew I wouldn’t bear it for long. But I also knew I couldn't let it overwhelm me because Charlie was needing me and I was going to give up on him, and I had to say something. Anything.

“Every day we’ve spent together could have been the last. It’s just- now, we know for sure it’s going to arrive.”

Then came the sobs. They began weak, silent, only betrayed by the shaking of my shoulders. And a first cry echoed in this creepy hospital room, and Charlie’s head turned toward me. I caught the movement, but everything was blurred by the pool of tears in my eyes. The damaged world around me was now nothing more than a dull white cloud in which this bright stain of ginger was getting closer and closer. 

Charlie’s arms wrapped around me, strong and firm like I had always known them. His chest was vibrating against mine and his head was hidden on the crook of my neck. He was silent but I knew he was crying. His tears were soaking my blouse and mine were soaking his shirt. It had never happened before, the both of us crying in the other’s arms. We had always stayed strong when the other needed it the most, whether it was after a long and tiring night and Charlie was missing his family or when I was hurt by my parent’s remarks about my choices of life. But now, what was the point of staying strong? Things wouldn’t get better, the nurse had said it. Now, every day was another danger, a step that maybe would be too high for me and that would make me fall. As Charlie was tightening me against him, as I was tightening him against me, as we were holding each other like the last thing that counted on earth, I remembered how the unknown used to be exciting. All it was now was destructing. 

_ _ _ 

The romanian sun was already high in the sky, and its light was piercing through the closed curtains. If I opened my eyes, I would certainly be able to walk to the door without tripping on Charlie’s mess which, trust me, was an exploit. An arm wrapped around my waist and I smiled to myself, savouring the warmth of my boyfriend’s touch. I wriggled to face him without waking him up and I was met with his freckled nose. I laid a gentle kiss on his lips and he didn’t even move, his snores barely stopping for a second before echoing again with a renewed vigour. 

“Charlie, love, I need to go.” I murmured before trying to move his arm. 

He only tightened his grip around me and mumbled something I didn’t understand. 

“Charlie… Charlie, wake up!”

My voice was becoming more and more urgent as the odd feeling was invading my body. There was a time I didn’t know what was this impression stronger and stronger within the seconds. It was like a veil enveloping me, tightening me so hard that it was making me suffocate without depriving me from oxygen. It also felt like a weight on my lungs, as if someone was pressing my chest constantly to make sure I wasn’t breathing. 

I didn’t know if it was my voice or my agitation, but Charlie woke up. He first opened an eye and muttered a few words before looking at me and opening both his eyes. 

“Y/N, love, are you okay?”

There was a knowing glimpse in his eyes, and he tried his best not to frown. I shook my head and closed my eyes, the movement having caused strong nauseas. 

“You should go back to sleep, you’re quite pale.”

Charlie put his hands on my shoulders and gently yet firmly pushed me back on the mattress. I barely nodded and curled up on a ball, letting him cover me with a blanket after a particularly bad shiver. He placed his hand on my forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You don’t seem to have a fever. Sleep, you’ll be better.”

He couldn’t know it, of course. None of us could. Maybe it would be better, maybe it would get worse.

He laid a light kiss on my forehead and left the room, closing quietly the door so that I wouldn’t be bothered by the noise. It only took a few seconds for me to close my eyes and fall in an agitated sleep. 

I opened them after what had felt like a minute. The feeling in my chest had disappeared, replaced by a headache particularly strong. Slowly, I sat on the bed and the mattress squeaked. The room was now dark, I couldn’t distinguish Charlie’s belongings on the floor anymore. I grabbed my wand which was on the nightstand. 

“Lumos.”

I crossed the room, picking up a sweater on the floor before joining the kitchen. I glanced through the window - it was night. The sky was dark, for what I could see there were no clouds and the moon was missing. A cold air stream made me shiver. I put on Charlie’s sweater and pushed the front door wide open. Charlie was standing a few meters away. His dark silhouette was barely visible, but he seemed to be staying still in spite of the wind. I walked toward him, and he only moved when I stopped just behind him, extending an arm and wrapping it around my shoulders before pulling me against him. 

“Aren’t you cold?” I whispered. Charlie was only wearing a shirt and I could feel his goosebumps against the skin on my neck. 

“No I’m okay, don’t worry.”

I looked up to see his face turned to the sky, and his eyes resolutely fixed on the stars. 

“It reminds me of the Astronomy tower.” I murmured a few minutes later. “When we would sneak out of the dorm and just go up there.”

“The good old days…” added Charlie. “Of course I remember. It was easier back then, wasn’t it?”

I nodded. Of course it was easier. Back then, we were teenagers in love and our only worries were to be caught by Filch in the corridors during night. Now, we were both afraid that whenever I closed my eyes I wouldn’t open them again. But the worst was that I knew it was easier for me than for Charlie. He would be the one to bury me, he would be the one to keep living with only our memories, and that was what I was the most afraid of, because I knew how much he put his heart in our relationship, I knew how deep was his love for me because it was as deep as mine for him, and I knew that if he had been the one to leave me, I would never have gotten over it. That would have broken me in the very same way as he was going to be broken. 

“Charlie?” He hummed in response, not looking away from the stars. “I’m sorry.”

It was rare to see Charlie’s walls crumbling, and now was one of these moments. His jaw clenched as if to make sure nothing would escape his mouth. He opened and closed his eyes several times to blink the tears away and suddenly, he engulfed me in a strong hug with the vivacity given by years of working with dragons. His hands were on my back, his long fingers clenched against it in an almost painful way that even the sweater couldn’t ease. I didn’t say anything though, and I held him even tighter, because I understood. 

“I love you so much…” he whispered in my hair, his voice shaky. “So much more than just to the moon and back… Y/N, I- please, don’t say you’re sorry. I know- I know you don’t want to leave me. I know it.” 

His hands cupped my cheeks and I rested my forehead against his, breathing deeply because I didn’t want to disturb the bubble around us. It was terribly sad but it was also filled with a love more pure than what we had ever shared before. Slowly, I kissed him. Our lips were trembling, our movements too clumsy and our muscles too tensed, but it brought me and incredible comfort. It brought me peace, because it was one more memory of Charlie to bring with me when the time would come, and because it was one more memory for him to keep for when he would need it. It was just us under the stars, two lovers whose story was bound to turn to the tragedy but whose love was deeper than anything else. 

It seemed like such a strong flame wasn’t meant to last. 

_ _ _ 

It had all begun with a simple headache. Sometimes, after having read for too long or helped Charlie with a dragon, a sharp pain would appear in my head and it would only disappear with a potion and a good night of sleep. Then it began to get more and more regular. Charlie was the first to get worried, and I would always shrug it off, pretending it was because I had read in the dark, or because I was tired.

After a while came the nauseas. Every morning I would wake up because of this pain in my stomach and run to the bathroom. I began to worry too but not for the same reason: I was sure I was pregnant. And if there was one thing we didn’t want with Charlie, it was kids. I told him about it, we freaked out together and I eventually took a few tests. They all happened to be negative, and after the relief had disappeared, another question had popped up in our heads. 

If it’s not a baby, then what is it?

But I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Maybe I was too scared, maybe deeply I knew something was wrong, fact is that when Charlie had asked me to go and see a doctor, his blue eyes full of worry, I had refused. Shrugged it off again. I had only accepted when it became harder and harder to breathe, always at random moments and for longer and longer moments. Charlie had brought me to the nearest hospital from the reserve and the diagnosis had come. 

I was sick. I was going to die.

Things had quickly worsened and, a month after my first visit to the hospital, during the first hours of the day, Charlie had brought me back there again, my limp body in his trembling arms. I had lost consciousness. The same nurse as the first time had taken care of me. The results were clear: there was nothing we could do anymore. 

“How are you feeling, love?”

Charlie’s voice was extremely quiet, and I could barely distinguish his silhouette in the darkness of the hospital room. It was late at night and the only light was coming from the streetlamps outside. 

“Now that you ask, the pillow is a bit hard.”

I didn’t need to see it to know Charlie had rolled his eyes. What he thought was nonchalance was always getting a bit more on his nerves and, even though he had never told me so, it was making me feel even guiltier. But it was for the better, or at least that’s what I tried to say to myself. Asking him to be strong for the both of us would be selfish. I knew it was easier for me than for him, and I didn’t have the right to add to his pain. 

“I can’t sleep.” I whispered, and Charlie’s hand immediately found mine.

It was closer to the truth. I was unable to close my eyes but not because I couldn’t… It was because I was terrified. Terrified because it could be the last time I closed them, because I wouldn’t have the time to say goodbye, because Charlie would be left alone and I didn’t want to do that to him. If there was one thing worse than wondering when you’re gonna die while on a hospital bed, it was thinking of the after. 

The after for me, because what would happen when my eyes would definitely close? Was I going to wake up in a fabulous place, surrounded by white clouds and lost persons that were dear to my heart? Or would it be more like nothing, emptiness I wouldn’t even be aware of, an eternity of just not existing, where I would forget and be forgotten? 

But the after for Charlie too, because what was he going to do? Would he cry or try to stay strong? Would he stay in our shared apartment or would he go back to his family? 

“Do you need anything?”

“Is a night or two in this hotel in Alaska too much to ask?”

The corner of Charlie’s mouth moved into a faint smile when he thought of the memorable week we had spent in Juneau. 

“I think I can manage this.”

I sighed and opened my arms, hoping he would understand the silent request. His face, previously quite relaxed, immediately gained back this anxiety that had never left him and he let go of my hand.

“I don’t think that’s reasonable…” he muttered.

“Fighting against three nurses to stay here day and night for a week wasn’t reasonable.” I corrected, a ghost of a smile on my lips. “Hugging me until I sleep is way more reasonable. Please.”

My hands still in the air as if to reach his, I suddenly hoped that, despite the darkness of the room, Charlie could see how desperate I was, how I needed his reassuring touch when the night was the most terrifying. Obviously, he understood, as he had always seemed to be reading my mind. He slowly got up, walked around the bed and slipped under the blanket behind me. His strong arms wrapped around me and he stuck his nose in my hair. 

“I love you.” he whispered, and the sound of his voice reached straight to my heart, making it beat faster and faster. “I love you, and I want you to know that no matter- I chose you Y/N, and if I was given the chance I would do it all over again.”

I was glad we couldn’t see each other. I didn’t know if I would have been able to bear the sight of his blue eyes sparkling not with joy but with tears as I knew they were, and I didn’t want him to see my face getting more and more wet as salty drops were overflowing. 

I wanted to answer him. I love you too. These four little words had always been so easy to say, so natural, but now it felt like a burn in my throat. It felt like a lie. How could these simple words said again and again possibly hold the immensity of my love for Charlie? It was like calling an ocean a drop of water, like calling a desert a grain of sand. What I felt for Charlie was so much more than love that calling it love was a lie. And despite everything I was leaving him, inexorably getting snatched from him and I didn’t even know what we had done to deserve that. 

Instead of saying something that would feel like a lie, it was easier to sound asleep. I steadied my breath as much as I could with the sobs that were blocked in my throat. I didn’t move. And Charlie was doing the same so that I was sure he was sleeping. I don’t know how long we stayed like this, but decades could have passed and I still wouldn’t be able to sleep. My mind was too concerned, my heart too pained. 

“You aren’t sleeping.”

Charlie’s breathing tickled my neck and I shivered. He misinterpreted and tightened his grip around me, pulling me closer to his torso.

“I still can’t.”

“You should get some rest, love. You’d feel better.”

“I know.”

Our voices were faint whispers that I was sure no one could hear even with their ear to the door. 

“I was thinking.” began Charlie, still murmuring in my hair. 

“Congratulations.” I smiled lightly when Charlie chuckled. 

“There’s so much I still want to do with you…” he said with a strangled voice. “You know, we’ve never danced together.”

“I’m sure we’ve already shared a dance or two.”

I closed my eyes, thinking of a night that seemed so far from us. We had spent hours dancing like fools, reproducing shamelessly muggle dances we had only seen once or twice, and it was one of my best memories with Charlie. 

It was in another life.

“Not like this. A slow dance during which I could hold you really close and…” He stopped and sighed, very lightly though, as if he didn’t want me to hear it. “Let’s dance.” he suddenly said. 

It was my turn to sigh. I wanted it so bad, of course I wanted to be held in his arms, but I knew I wouldn’t have the strength. I couldn’t walk on my own anymore for days, now.

“Charlie, I-”

“Don’t think about it. Do you want to dance with me, love?”

“You know the answer.”

Charlie left the bed and my back suddenly felt cold. I didn’t move, still giving him my back; my eyes were closed, I was trying to imagine the next seconds. Charlie whispered a first spell which I didn’t understand as it was muttered underneath his breath. He said something else - a spell I understood but that I had never heard before - and music echoed in the room. Then, extremely precociously, as if I was a fragile porcelain doll, his arms slipped under my body, bringing with them a welcome warmth. He lifted me up effortlessly, giving the impression that I didn’t weigh more than a feather, and immediately pulled me close to him, the closest possible. I snuggled against his torso and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

Suddenly, I wasn’t dying anymore, Charlie wasn’t grieving. I had never felt like this before. My heart was fast, so fast that in any other moment I would have worried. But I knew it wasn’t bad, it was the most fabulous feeling. It wasn’t euphoria that was flooding in my veins, it was something way softer that was soothing everything in me. Charlie’s body was firm against mine but his touch was like a caress, light, gentle. My face was hidden in the crook of his neck, and his head was bowed and resting on mine. 

Charlie had never really known how to dance. He was a clumsy boy, not really the kind who went to girls during balls. However, tonight, he was perfect. Perfectly in rhythm with the music, perfectly steady as he waltzed in this dark hospital room, perfectly him when his lips kissed mine.

It felt like a second or a lifetime before he eventually stopped - more like a lifetime, because feeling so many things during a second was impossible. Charlie delicately lied me back in the bed and covered me tenderly with the blanket. Slowly, his hand found my cheek, cupped it, stroked it. He bent over me and kissed my forehead, and in the darkness the only thing I could see was a blue sparkle moving away from me when Charlie straightened. 

“I love you so much, Y/N, so much…”

“So much more than just to the moon and back…”

When I closed my eyes, I realized it was time. It was my last night, my last seconds with Charlie. I wanted to fight, I wanted to keep my eyes open, but Charlie’s other hand cupped my other cheek. His face approached mine, and in his teary eyes I saw that he had realised too. His lips barely touched mine. 

A tear rolled down his cheek, and I closed my eyes.

Lunch

Pink November Day 5

Pairing : Kunikida x Reader 

He stretched out in the bed, his arms falling to the mattress beside him. “Oh! I’m sorr-” He was so used to you being in the bed next to him, his stretch most likely would have accidentally hit you had you been there. He was partially grateful that you weren’t in bed, but the other half of him was wondering where you were. The sound of your quiet whistling coming from the kitchen let him know that you were still there. He yawned, sitting up in bed and stretching one more time before finally getting out of bed completely. 

“What are all these lunches for? You know that if you pack them too early, all the food will go bad.” He scolded you, but when you turned around he couldn’t keep the stern face. You melted him completely, with the soft edges of your rounded cheeks and the way your eyes creased in the corners when you smiled. “I uh... I just don’t want to get food poisoning is all.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. 

“They’re not for the week. I made it for your employees.” You nodded quickly, finishing off the last of the lunches and closing the box. “You’re always talking about how most of them rarely ever bring their own lunches in, especially that one... what’s his name?” You tapped your chin as you tried to remember before Kunikida answered for you. “Dazai. His name... is Dazai. You didn’t have to make their lunches for them though. Most of them are grown adults, and if they’re not responsible enough to pack their own lunches, that’s their problem, not yours.” 

You walked over to him, admiring his morning look. It wasn’t quite disheveled, he always looked neat, but there was something about seeing him without his hair pulled back in it’s usual ponytail. His long blonde locks falling around his face, his eyes still slightly glossed over with the sleep that he had yet to rub from them. It was a look that you loved to see because you knew that you were the only one to ever see him like this. You kissed him softly, watching the blush slowly spread across his cheeks. “I know it’s not my problem, but, no good work was ever done on an empty stomach.” You tapped your finger lightly against the tip of his nose and turned back to the boxes, stacking them up to be placed in the tote bag. 

He groaned, turning on his heel to head back into the bedroom to get ready for the day. He wasn’t actually irritated that you had made them lunch. It was quite endearing, he loved that about you. The way that you cared about everyone else, the way that you always put others first. You must have woken up so early to prepare the lunches for everyone in his office, he worried that you might crash. Straightening his tie, he walked out of the bedroom, finding you curled up on the couch. Your eyes were shut, you were snoring quietly, but there was a smile on your face. He grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over your body, kissing your temple before grabbing the bag with all the lunches and heading out the door.

Lunch time rolled around, and as usual, the typical employees didn’t bring their lunches, and one was busy eating sweets that would end up rotting his teeth, making him crash later, or both. He groaned, standing from his desk and handing out the boxes, placing them on everyone’s desks. 

“What’s this?” Atsushi asked, looking up from the box. Everyone else in the office was waiting for an answer, staring at him from their own desks, the lunch boxes sat in front of them. “Don’t question it... just... eat up. Y/N spent all morning making them.” Kunikida grumbled, sitting back at his own desk and opening his personal lunch box. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, smiling to himself when he saw your name. 

“Did they enjoy their lunches? I hope they did. Let me know, and I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.” He turned around to see everyone eating their lunches, the office was quiet for once now that everyone was focused on one thing. “Oi! Kunikida-kun! Y/N should make lunches more often, that was great!” Dazai said, leaning against his desk, holding out the now empty lunchbox. 

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and snatched the box from Dazai’s hands, glaring up at him. “Don’t expect this daily, Dazai. Y/N worked hard on this, woke up too early. It’s not good for them. Try making your own lunches for once.” He said sternly, turning back to his own lunch. “Could you at least ask if-” Kunikida held his hand up, stopping Dazai from continuing his sentence. “Walk away, Dazai. Let me enjoy my lunch in peace.”

When he returned home he found you on the couch, still curled up under the blanket, but your eyes were open, filled with excitement as you watched him walk through the door. “Welcome home! How was work?” You smiled up to him, but he knew what you were really asking. You already knew that work was pretty much the same for him every single day, and if anything new did actually happen he would have texted you about it immediately after it happened. Not because he couldn’t wait to actually tell you, but because he didn’t want you to worry, just in case you heard or saw something from someone else. 

“They loved their lunches. One particular waste of bandages actually wants you to make him some tomorrow.” He groaned, setting the bag full of empty lunch boxes down on the kitchen table. “Really? Oh that’s great! Maybe I should, especially if they loved them!” You got up and walked to the kitchen, about to grab the bag off the counter when Kunikida swiped it away. “No. It’s too much for you. You crashed on the couch right after you made them. I don’t want them to expect so much from you.” 

You stepped closer to him, placing your hand on his and giving him a soft little smile. “I enjoy doing it. It makes people happy, and that’s what I want to do. I don’t mind, really.” He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead and placing the bag back on the table. “You’re selfless... I worry about you.” You chuckled and grabbed the bag, heading over to the sink and pulling them out. “Don’t start yet, at least let me help with that.” 

hello, this is me trying to strong-arm my brain into stopping the constant tweaking and re-tweaking of the same stinking 3k so I can write on and get to the good parts of this project namely p and j having all the sex thank you very much

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The day after Patrick and Jonny bang a chick together, Patrick wakes to the weight of an alien limb squashing his bladder. The alien limb belongs to a furnace-hot, tentacular mass plastered all along his back. The mass smells oddly familiar, kind of citrusy—as if it stole Jonny’s body wash.

Patrick squints his eyes open. A blade of sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains and stabs him in the face. Right under the window, Jonny’s suitcase dribbles clothes onto the floor.

It shouldn’t be hard to put two and two together, but Patrick’s really dumb first thing in the morning. Plus, he needs to pee. Bad. Which is pretty distracting.

He paws at the tentacle swung over his waist, fingers catching on—a beaded string. Did the alien mass steal Jonny’s bracelet too? Patrick struggles to lift his head. He wants to see.

The alien mass stole Jonny’s whole arm. What--?

A growl spills in a damp, ticklish huff into the crook of Patrick’s neck as the mass coils itself closer. Something hard pokes Patrick’s ass. His nostrils fill with a waft of scent his hindbrain understands as so viscerally Jonny that recognition smacks him dizzy.

The mass is Jonny. Last night, he and Patrick banged a chick together. That thing wedged between them, growing firmer by the second? That thing is Jonny’s—

Patrick’s heart plummets straight to his dick.

It’s okay. It’s whatever. Patrick isn’t gonna freak over a physiological response. Bodies are also really dumb first thing in the morning.

“Jonny,” he says, wriggling to catch Jonny’s attention. Jonny has always been his go-to guy in a crisis. Except, in this instance, he is also the crisis itself. Jonny’s hips buck forward once, twice—Patrick stops breathing for the handful of seconds it takes Jonny’s sleep-drenched, horny-ass body to lose interest and stutter back into relative stillness.

Fuck, Patrick thinks. Visions of impending awkwardness swarm his brain. If Jonny were to wake up right now, full-mast boner pressed to Patrick’s ass, and discover the tent pitched in the front of Patrick’s sweats, he might rush to conclusions. Their ability to make direct eye contact would definitely endure permanent damage. They’d have to restructure their life with the aim of reciprocal avoidance. Patrick would have to request a trade. Jonny would probably drop out of the NHL. He’d forsake hockey and society at large and end up trampled to death by a giant moose while he hides from Patrick in the Canadian wilderness.

Fuck, Patrick thinks again. When a whole minute drips away and Jonny doesn’t stir, he thanks the hockey gods. With very little, very slow movements, he dislodges the arm pinning him to the mattress. By the times he’s free, the light slanting in from the window changed the angle of its assault to his pupils. Still careful, he slides the covers off himself, sits up, swings his legs off the bed. His feet land on the floor just as a variation in the pattern of Jonny’s breathing alerts him it’s all been for nothing. Jonny is awake. Or, like, as close to awake as Jonny manages to be coffee-free and before noon. Which is not much, thank fuck.

“It’s early,” Patrick reassures him. Jonny gets real pissy when he doesn’t get his full eight hours. Patrick doesn’t want to get stuck with Captain seriously cranky and his legitimately lethal death glare on the flight back to Chicago.

Jonny hums, lids fluttering open and back closed immediately, dark lashes kissing the top of his cheekbones. Patrick expects him to just roll over and sink back deep into snoring, the man is easy like that, instead he plumps an arm over the empty space next to him and mumbles, “Come back,” so low Patrick feels the vibration of it in his belly more than with his ears. Jonny must think Patrick’s some chick, maybe his ex or the one from last night.

“Dude,” Patrick chuckles to clear his throat. This is prime chirp material. Jonny’s such a clingy loser. “It’s just me.”

The side of Jonny’s mouth that isn’t squashed into the pillow tugs up in a smile, then his eyes tremble open, searching the space in front of them for Patrick’s, as if he knew where to find him, as if he weren’t surprised. It’s a bit like being punched but with weird, devastating gentleness. Patrick’s left breathless and dazed, a slow ache spreading below his ribs. “Sorry,” he says, legs moving on their own accord. “Sorry, gotta piss.”

Jonny flops onto his belly and sprawls across Patrick’s side of the bed. With a sigh, he hugs Patrick’s pillow to his face. “Be quick,” he whines—or maybe not. It’s muffled and Patrick is already halfway out the door so he can’t be sure. It doesn’t really matter.

***

“Where’s Tazer?” Duncs asks in lieu of good morning when Patrick shows up at breakfast almost two hours later, no captain in tow.

Patrick chomps on a hunk of strawberry toast and shrugs. Contrary to popular belief, no clause in his contract bids him constant awareness of Jonny’s whereabouts.

Duncs squints, clearly feeling entitled to a degree of eloquence involving efforts of the verbal variety and resenting their lack.

“Don’t tell me he’s sick,” Shawzy says.

The legs of Stromer’s chair screech against the floor as he scoots away from Patrick. He ends up almost in Brinsky’s lap. “It better not be catching.”

“Oh my god,” Patrick puffs the words fat with annoyance. “He’s sleeping. I mean, I guess he...” He is for sure. No chance Jonny is still waiting. If Patrick barged back into his room right now, Jonny would laugh, would tell him to stop trying to make things weird. Patrick knows this rationally. Yet some spiked grip squeezes his insides with the same vicious strength of an anaconda trying to crush itself a snack.

People can’t die from upset conscience, can they? Especially not if the upset is unquestionably misplaced, right?

“I mean,” Patrick snaps after a second, “the fuck do I know.”

Duncs eyebrows shoot halfway across his forehead.

“Whoa,” Stromer gasps.

“Wait,” Shawzy says. “Are mum and dad fighting?”

Patrick grinds his molars. Everyone’s so fucking pressed. It’s not like Jonny is a regular at team breakfasts. In fact, unless attendance is mandatory, Jonny prefers to limit the number of people upon which he inflicts the ghastly spectacle of his slow de-zombification to a minimum.

Patrick casts his mind back to the last time the two of them didn’t resort to room-service during game trips. He dredges up both no recollection of that happening in years and the stomach-sinking hunch that maybe this is weird. Maybe he should have gone back. Maybe that would have been the normal thing to do.  

“Shut up,” he says, to the voice in his head and everyone else. He grabs a pitcher of coffee and fills his cup until it brims. “Don’t talk to me. I’m waking up.”

“He’s rubbed off on you,” Shawzy appraises.

He’s more right than he’d probably care to know—nope. Patrick yanks his thoughts away before they can trip over that precipice and splat into the phantom embrace of Jonny’s body and its heft, its warmth, its neediness.

“Shut up,” he repeats, and with big emphatic motions designed to put a period on the conversation, he whips out his phone. He trusts the mindless scrolling will work its time-warping, mind-numbing magic and when he’ll look up next, all the weird will have been purged from this day.

Between sips of coffee, he pores through the stats for the last game, skims the emails in his inbox and rage-reads a review trashing the new Twilight book. He considers sending the link to Erica so he can vent about the snobby assholes who think they’re smarter than everyone else just because all the books they read are boring as fuck, but she’s probably at work already. He scrolls through his contacts. The one of the chick from last night jumps out. Her name’s Chelsea, which is pretty lucky. She was hot, Patrick recons, and thinking that feels normal. Feels safe. Feels like something Patrick would love to feel more of, thank you very much.

Hi, he types, riding the spur of the moment. This is Patrick from last night.

Stupid and risky, his inner Jonny warns. Never give your number to one night stands. Patrick ignores him and for the sake of clarity and glory, adds, The one who made you see god with his tongue.

“Look who’s joining us,” Shawzy’s voice announces just then.

Patrick’s gaze springs up, landing squarely across Jonny’s chest. Patrick knows it’s Jonny’s chest even though he doesn’t let his gaze climb up to the face attached to it for confirmation. The chest is sailing across the breakfast hall toward Patrick. Well, not toward Patrick specifically. Toward Patrick and the rest of the guys.

“Morning,” Jonny mumbles, dropping his scrambled eggs on the table and his ass between Seabs and Crow.

Patrick’s phone chimes.

well hello patrick 😜

“Slept well?” Shawzy probes, feigning innocence. Patrick’s hackles rise.

“I guess,” Jonny says.

Patrick allows himself another quick glance. Jonny looks good, which means like his usual self, which means nothing like a dude who went through the transformative experience of witnessing his best friend o-face.  It’s kind of annoying, actually. Patrick’s nerves are all fried. He’s half-convinced in the right light anybody could look at him and simply—tell. Patrick Kane got off with another dude in the room and enjoyed it. For a blink he’s fourteen and trying to fight a guy almost double his size who called him a cocksucker, that slammed him against the boards and told him not to bother standing up since everyone knows he does his best work from his knees.

His phone chimes again.

“Tell me the truth.”

totally hit me up again next time ur back here

“What?”

Patrick’s heart rate spikes. Would Jonny even be up for it?

Won’t be for the rest of the season :(, he types.

Maybe things feel weird because threeways are a novelty, maybe they just have to work up an immunity. People have threeways all the time and afterward their lives go on undisrupted. But if you’re ever in Chicago… his fingers are so clammy they smudge the screen when he hits send. He reaches for his cup.

“Did you keep our Kaner up all night?”

Patrick’s head jerks up.

“What?” Jonny says, flat.

For the first time since Patrick sneaked out on him, they make direct eye contact.

Shawzy drones on in the background, “Saw you trying to score that hot--”

It last precisely long enough for a sip of coffee to get its lanes mixed as it plunges down Patrick’s throat and somehow u-turn its way out of his body through the nostrils.

Patrick’s lungs try their best to turn inside out.

“Dude,” Shawzy says.

Stromer slaps Patrick’s back a couple of times, hard.

Duncs throws a handful of paper napkins in his general direction and winces in open disgust as Patrick snatches one mid-air and uses it to dab at the liquid leaking out of him. “Gross.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Patrick informs them tartly between fits of coughing. Some treacherous asshole on his right is fucking cackling. He sweeps the table with an encompassing glare and catches Jonny’s eyes again, all dark with concern. The back of Patrick’s neck prickles with embarrassment. “I’m fine,” he repeats, steadier, and Jonny looks away so Patrick does too, hurriedly withdrawing like from the touch of something scalding.

He zeros in on Chelsea’s new message.

might fly in for a couple of weeks around christmas actually

Patrick latches on to the conversation, blocking out his surroundings, trying his hardest to look busy. Fuck everyone and Jonny too.

We could catch up then if you have time ;)

totally 👅🔥🍆🔥, she texts. And after a moment, say hi to porn dick from me btw

Who?

🙄

Patrick bristles. For some reason, the thought of this random stranger sitting around with her head full of pictures of Jonny’s dick makes him hitch. His chest riots with some misguided protective instinct. Jonny would be insufferably smug if he knew, no doubt about it. It’s not that big.

it is! 100% porn worthy

You don’t know what you’re talking about

???

I’m just saying, are chicks even into that? he writes, just to be an asshole but also because he’s pretty sure chicks hate porn. It’s supposed to be a feminism thing. Erica once made him a whole speech about it or whatever.

big dicks? They are

Haha

their also into porn btw this aint the middle ages AND they have way better taste in it then men

Can you prove it? he asks, hoping it sounds flirty and not confrontational. He wants this chick to bang him again but not over the head with a blunt instrument.

maybe if u stop trying to outdick ur bf with ur personality ill send you some recs

“Who are you texting?”

Patrick elbows his cup off the table and scrambles to catch it before it crashes against the floor. “Fuck,” he mutters, shaking his coffee-soaked hand.

Jonny laughs and at the sound, Patrick’s heart stumbles, then sprints up his throat. “You’re a mess,” Jonny says. He stole Stromer chair.

“Yeah, no, fuck off.”

Stromer is nowhere to be found. He and the rest of the guys must have migrated to the lobby. Patrick picks up the phone from where he abandoned it to make the save and shoves it deep into his pocket just as it pings.

Jonny quirks an eyebrow. He’s smiling.

It feels like Patrick trudged around all morning with a lead rib-cage before the universe caught the glitch. The sudden slack from gravity makes him giddy.  “Don’t be nosy.”

“I’m not!” Jonny protests, all put upon outrage. He flicks Patrick on the hand. “Just saying, team’s gonna suffer if you sprain a thumb.”

A laugh bubbles up Patrick’s chest, loud and easy, and just a little embarrassing.

For a moment, Jonny looks impossibly pleased but then he catches himself. “Everything alright, yeah?” he asks, turning bashful. His eyes drift to the small heap of crumbs he’s sweeping together with his pinkie.

Patrick nudges his thumb against the back of Jonny’s hand. “Yeah. You?”

Jonny’s lips curl up at the corners. “Of course,” he says, looking up, gaze dark and soft.

Of course, of course, of course. Jonny would never let anything happen to them. Patrick stomach flutters. “Okay,” he smiles, dimples out, and Jonny beams back. Time goes fuzzy as they stare at each other in silence—until the ping of an incoming text makes them both startle.

“Again?” Jonny bitches. A moment later, his forehead creases and he puts his serious face on, “Everything okay with your sisters?”

“Yeah, no. It’s not--” Jonny’s eyes flicks to Patrick’s mouth. Patrick hadn’t realized he’d been chewing on his bottom lip. He stops and it tingles, his own breath turning chilly enough to sting as it laps over the bite. “Just-- the chick from last night,” Patrick’s tongue says forgoing any input from his brain. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

“Oh,” Jonny says.

The world keeps rolling. Unfortunately, so does Patrick’s tongue, “Yeah. She’s cool. She was fun.”

“She was okay.”

Patrick can’t believe the understatement. “Okay? Just that? You’ve got some tough standards, man. She was--” as he searches for the right adjective, it suddenly hits him that Jonny has more experience, at least when it comes to threeways. It’s fucking unfair, but entirely possible, the mind-blowingest sex of Patrick’s life would barely chart as okay for Jonny. While he was dating Lindsay, the two of them got up to some kinky shit, Patrick’s pretty sure. Not that he spent any time thinking about it. He licks his lips. “It was hot, right?”

Jonny scoffs. What an asshole.

“Fuck you.”

“It was hot,” he grants. His cheeks are turning pink. He means it.

It feels like scoring the game-winner in the Stanley Cup final. The rush of triumph makes him cocky. “Hotter than the one you had with Lindsay?”

Jonny scoffs again, to Patrick infinite delight. “It was!” Patrick surmises.

“Lindsay’s hotter than her.”

“No way,” he is so offended on Chelsea’s behalf, he barely registers the deflection. Lindsay dumped Jonny. No matter how she looks, her insides must be rotten. Patrick hates that Jonnys is still hung up on her. He kicks Jonny’s foot to make sure he has his attention. “Maybe we should try again. Chelsea’s coming to Chicago around Christmas.”

“Is she?” Jonny kicks him back. “You two move fast.”

“She’s got family there, I think.”

“Sure,” he sounds skeptical. He admitted it was hot, why wouldn't he want a rematch? He and Patrick and some hot chick, she doesn’t even have to be Chelsea, she can be whoever. Small and blonde, like Jonny likes.

“Or we could find someone else,” Patrick says, growing more committed to the idea each second it lives in his brain. “Just go out and see what happens.”

“You think that’s smart?”

Patrick rolls his eyes. “I think you’re boring.” He goes in for the kill, “Captain serious.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d even let you pick, I don’t care.”

“Starting to sound a bit desperate there, Kaner,” Jonny flashes his most punchable smirk, the one that’s a little lopsided and always makes Patrick squirm.

Patrick starts a mental list of ways to wipe it off his face. Maybe if he shoved two fingers up Jonny’s nose… “What?” he asks, kind of distracted.

“I’m just saying, If you want to see me naked that bad, you only have to--”

“Fuck you,” Patrick sputters. “I was being generous. Bros before hoes or whatever.”

“I’m telling Erica you said that.”

The thought is terrifying. “Don’t,” Patrick shrieks, so loud people in their proximity stop mid-munching to give them the stink eye.

It’s their cue to clear off, a pretty timely one, considering they barely make it on the bus. They’d probably be yelled at, if they weren’t Kane and Toews.

Jonny saunters past Colliton’s glare and flops down next to Seabs. Patrick takes the two seats right behind, stretching out until he’s almost horizontal.

He checks his phone. Chelsea sent him a text and a link. The texts says, one of them looks a bit like your boy. you’re welcome. The link-- Patrick slaps the phone face down on his thigh.

“You okay there, Kaner?” Jonny asks, glancing over his shoulder.

Patrick feels his ears burn redder than the Hawks home jersey. “Yeah, no. Real peachy.”