#;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go }

[cellythefloshie]

;; Sweet Kiwi wanna give you something better than this

Summary: Anders doesn't shy away from a hookup, not even while you're on your period. Kinks & Tropes: menstruation, use of feminine hygiene products (menstrual cup), oral sex, blood, porn without plot, friends with benefits/situationship Word Count: 2k+ Inspired by this gif set.

Choking you in the back of your throat was something caught between a moan and a sigh. It sat there, suffocating what wouldn’t have been your last breath as the warmth of Ander’s kiss blossomed over your shirt. Your mind dizzied at the feeling of his large hands on either side of your waist, pushing up the thin fabric so you could feel his lips against the delicate flesh just above the button of your jeans. And it was there the sound finally escaped you. It was a pathetic, disappointed sigh as you threw your head back against the pillows of your bed. You had to stop him there. 

“Everything okay?” Anders muttered against your flesh, refusing to draw away, even as your hands left his hair to cover your face with both hands. 

“Define okay.” You tensed at your own words, your body near trembling at the way his lips dragged over your skin as he spoke. 

Physically, you felt more than okay. Your heart was racing in the depths of your chest, and your skin was heated in all the best ways from what you were sure was almost thirty minutes of kissing and grinding. Your hormones were going wild. Demanding to be fucked, to feel the pleasure of release - a release that Anders could so pathetically give you with nothing more than the touch of his fingers against your clit. It was enough to leave you reeling, your body so desperate for more. But you wouldn’t let yourself have it. 

You couldn’t. 

There were so many things you had told yourself you wouldn’t do - including having Anders come over at all - but your will was weak, but it had to be strong now. It couldn’t go any further than it had already. Not when the only thing you should have inside you was the menstrual cup you had inserted seconds before he was knocking at your front door. 

If he was your boyfriend, maybe it would be different. Maybe then the prospect of him touching you the way you wanted to be touched wouldn’t make you cringe. But he was just a guy you fucked. He didn’t sign up for that-

“Did I do something?” Anders pressed when your silence hung heavily in the room. 

You could feel his fingers stroking over your hit bone, leaving your head dizzy with lust. Maybe he could- NO, no. There would be no compromise. You had to tell him the truth, walk him to the door and wait for him to text you. But the text wouldn’t come because you were sure he would be completely disgusted by even the prospect of fucking you while you were on your period. 

“I should have told you, so you didn’t have to drive all the way down here,” you sighed, and you could feel the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink with embarrassment, “but I’m on my period-”

Anders didn’t move. He just lay there, his body between your legs and chin resting over your stomach that once ached with the cramps of your menstruation, but only now ached for more. More pleasure. More of him. He seemed unphased - or maybe even petrified. But then his pale gaze rose, and you watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a devilish grin. 

“And?” was all he asked you, his hot breath washing over the exposed flesh of your stomach. 

Your core clenched. 

“And…” you swallowed hard, your mouth going dry. 

You were sure he would have recoiled away from you the moment you told him. But he wasn’t running… yet. Shutting your eyes tight, your hands reached out and gripped at the flimsy fabric of your sheets. You gripped them so tight you thought you might tug the sheet corners off the mattress as you tried to muster every ounce of restraint that you could. Yet, you were failing - fumbling over every word as it fell from your tongue. “And I’m so fucking horny the room is spinning, but that’s not your problem.”

You bit your lip hard, the pressure a distraction from the chaos in your mind as you waited for the weight of his body to shift on the bed. Your eyes remained shut, and your grip on the sheets remained so tight you finally felt one corner RubberBand away from the mattress, snapping only a few inches before it stilled. But that was the only movement you felt until the slow drag of finger tips tickled over your flesh. Then, the button of your jeans flicked open with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger and it left you gasping, shooting upright as if you were on the very verge of death and you had suddenly found life again. 

“What are you doing?” you gasped, eyes wide and your hair falling down into your face from the sudden forward motion of your body. 

“What I came here to do.”

You choked on the very air you were meant to breathe. 

“Anders,” was all you could manage from your lips as his hand sprawled over your stomach, his warm touch keeping you from scrambling out of bed at the mere thought of him between your legs. 

“You’re acting like this doesn’t happen to you every month,” his words were laced with a laugh as he looked up at you, still laying between your legs, his face a little too close to the hem of your panties for you to relax back onto the bed. 

“This doesn’t happen to me every month,” you spoke pointedly. You did your best to schedule your dick appointments around your period, not during, but your own desperation had failed you. 

“You’re right,” he hummed, still unmoving save for his finger that stroked over the waistband of your panties slowly, “you never call me for an entire week every month. You don’t text either. You just hide away from me, alone, so fucking horny the room spins.”

You want to slap him for saying that, but all you could do was lay there, slack jawed and in awe that he was still there, toying with you. 

“You’re not grossed out?” your nose wrinkled as you asked the question. 

He shook his head simply in response, his hands gripping at your tight jeans that had been your only sense of security. He tore them away so effortlessly that your stomach leapt up into your throat, leaving you laying in bed in front of him in your shirt and panties almost awkwardly. 

You felt far from sexy, your stomach bloated to the point of the impression of your jeans being left behind. And that wasn’t the only part of you that felt bubbled up like a balloon. Your face physically hurt from the zit you had tried to conceal, but you were sure the makeup had become wiped away from the sloppy kisses that you could still feel across your face. But his smile continued to reassure you as his hand dragged down over the angle of your hip to rest over your pelvis so that his thumb pressed firm against your clit. 

You whimpered. 

Anders smiled. 

“I can grab a towel,” he offered, and you shook your head quickly. 

“No, no,” you breathed out. “I’m going to come so pathetically fast we won’t need it. I’ll just blow you after…” 

It was an offer you knew he couldn’t reuse, his bright eyes seeming to become even brighter as his thumb moved in slow circles that left you feeling like a jack-in-a-box ready to pop. 

“You aren’t going to make a mess?” his brow quirked, and his tone gentle as he spoke to you. If he said it in any other tone, your stomach would have fallen and you would have recoiled away from him. But Anders was so careful, so gentle with his words, that you shook your head in response. You wouldn’t so much as lose a drop thanks to your menstrual cup. Your many nights of masturbation had taught you that, but a lump still formed in your throat as he spoke, “Good, so I can take these pretty panties off you.”

The thin cotton dragged down the length of your legs as he pulled it from you. You could feel the warmth and security of it inching away. Down, down,down, until it was left to rest around one of your ankles. Then, all you could feel was Anders. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit as it moved in lazy circles. The warmth of his breath as he lay too close to your cunt for your mind to be put at ease - that was, if you could manage a single thought. His touch put the spinning of the room to shame. You felt as if your body was in full motion as you lay there on the bed, your only movement the rise and fall of your hips to meet the movement of his hand. 

He gave you no time to worry about the smell, or the mess that could happen if, somehow, your menstrual cup dislodged from the depths of your cunt. The pleasure of his touch forced every intrusive thought away. You felt only Anders, not the bed beneath you. You felt the heat of pleasure and his breath. Your core clenched, a soft moan consuming you as your hips rolled - only to whimper as his thumb was suddenly gone and in its place searing hot wetness that left you gasping. 

Anders had delved right into you, his mouth coming down on your slit in a sloppy, heated kiss that left your legs trembling around his ears. 

You cursed under your breath, his name all you could manage in an attempt to challenge him. But he silences you, his hands wrapping around your legs to pull himself in deeper. His nose dragged against your clit, his mouth feasting on your pleasure, and it left you reeling against the mattress. Your every breath was a symphony that filled the room, your moans growing louder and louder as the feeling of his slick tongue gliding through your core. 

It should have made you sick - it should have made him sick too - to taste you. To have his face buried so fully between your thighs, but it only left your mind to spiral as you ground your cunt against his mouth. Your hands lurched out, knitting into his hair to help guide him as you remembered that night so long ago in New Jersey. That night he had skated past his bench, his white away jersey and his face so covered in the bright red crimson of blood. It had covered him from nose to chin. There had been so much of it you could see it on his teeth as he smiled and on his tongue as he so wildly stuck out his tongue like Gene Simmons at a KISS concert. The same tongue that was between your legs, feeling as your core flexed through an orgasm that left you moaning so hard your throat was left raw. 

Not a single mess was made, save for the saliva that dripped off your clit and coated the inside of your thighs as he drew back, that same wild smile you had remembered on his features as he pulled away from you. And it left you so eager to return the favor that you didn’t let yourself recover. Scrambling up, your hand found his shoulders, pushing him back to stand up at the end of the bed. 

“Take your pants off.” Your words were an order, your hands quick to help him as you dropped to your knees. Your breathing was heavy, your mind still in a daze of need, as you dropped to your knees with every intention of making him cum with the embrace of your tongue, but if he insisted, after the magic he worked with his tongue, you were no longer opposed to letting him fuck you. 

Taglist: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl

#anders lee #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #nhl rpf #hockey smut #nhl smut #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #;; { i have no business writing this } #;; { but i needed a distraction } #;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go } #;; { i could have gotten a lot more disgusting with this but i kept it tame for you guys } #reader insert

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Have you ever seen the photos of RDJ at the premiere of the first avengers film where he is wearing a sexy purple suit? And he's wearing a very nice glasses, his hair is perfect, he's so f*cking hot and delicious and omg my brain melts just imagining... If it's okay with you, I'd like to request a one shot where the reader is his wife and when she sees him dressed in that suit, she goes crazy and very very very horny and when they get home after the premiere, she takes that suit off his delicious body very sensually and teasing him a lot, so he takes control and f*cks his beloved wife senseless... with aftercare please and reader pulling that perfect hair and scratching his back 🖤❤️‍🔥 maybe even a babymaking

Passion wrapped in purple

Pairing | Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 4K

Summary | Robert has taken you to a movie premiere, but you two couldn't keep your hands off one another the entire night. You two go home early, and after some more teasing, something inside Robert snaps. He's determined to pull as much pleasure from your body as possible, and you're not one to deny him that.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (husband and wife), unspecified age gap, porn with minimal plot, use of pet names (Kitten, Daddy), smut (daddy kink, breeding kink, lots of praise/praise kink, teasing, hair pulling, dry humping, oral (F&M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare), multiple mentions of pregnancy.

A/n | Thank you for this amazing request, Nonnie! I had not seen it before your request, but after doing some research, I can totally see what you mean 🤤 I feel like this is one of the hottest, smuttiest pieces I've written for Robert so far, so I hope you enjoy the route I took with this one 🔥🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit goes to @duckbuttt

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You're at the premiere of Robert's latest movie, and he's wearing a purple suit that takes your breath away while you're dressed in a perfectly fitting long black dress.

You haven't been able to keep your hands off him for the entire evening, though the same goes for him. The whole time you two were posing for photos, his hand rested on your hip or your ass.

''Are you having fun so far, Kitten?'' Robert asks, and your breath hitches as you realize what he's doing right now. He only calls you Kitten during sex, and you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties.

''Of course, Daddy,'' you say to get him back for his comment, though it doesn't seem to faze him. You couldn't be more wrong in this, however, because he can feel his dick twitch in his pants, and he has to try his hardest not to get hard right now.

During the rest of the premiere, you two keep teasing each other like that, but as soon as every interview is done, you two are on your way home and just about ready to rip each other's clothes off.

The drive to your home is way too long for both of your likings, so you have found your way onto Robert's lap in the back of his car. You're glad that your chauffeur is driving you two home because you can't keep your hands off each other, even if you want to.

''Hmm, you like riding me like this, don't you, Kitten? Yeah? Already so desperate for this cock you can't until we're home, huh? Such a gorgeous cockslut for me,'' Robert whispers in your ear as you keep grinding on his lap, his hard cock feeling delicious against your soaked cunt.

''Yes, Daddy, 'm your cockslut,'' you moan out as his hands squeeze your ass, your head thrown back as his lips find your neck and leave a trail of kisses until he effortlessly finds your sweet spot.

''Oh, Daddy!'' you can't control yourself as you moan uncontrollably, entirely under his spell of pleasure while his hands wander over your body, leaving goosebumps everywhere.

You've always had a thing for older, more experienced men, and when you met Robert, you were absolutely over the moon. Over the years, he taught you everything you know about your body, and he can play you like an instrument to make you feel nothing but intense pleasure.

When you two finally arrived home, he wanted to make you wait. Make you work for everything he's planning on giving to you.

He starts by undressing you ever so slowly, making you go crazy because he would not touch you anywhere you needed him so badly, but instead teasing you to no end.

''Patience, Kitten. Otherwise, I won't let you cum at all this evening,'' he said warningly when you let out one of many soft whines, hoping he would just give you what you so desperately wanted.

''Sorry, Daddy,'' you said, and you turned your gaze away from him, not wanting to look at him after he scolded you. You couldn't help but lean into his touch when you felt his hand on your cheek.

''It's okay, Kitten. I know you get a little impatient sometimes,'' he says in a low whisper, and all you can do is nod while you let Robert's touch glide over your body again, and goosebumps form everywhere; his fingers move delicately over your soft skin.

When every last piece of fabric adorning your body has met its faith on the floor, he turns you around and places his index finger under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his dark brown ones.

''Good girl,'' he whispers before leaning in for a kiss, and your thighs are clenching together to give yourself a little friction at the words. Robert knows you and your body like the back of his hand and knows exactly what to say at the right moments to get you aroused beyond belief.

His tongue slips past your lips effortlessly, and your hands wander over your husband's abdomen and chest, feeling every ridge and muscle underneath you've known and loved over the years.

Your long, slender fingers slide to the knot on this tie, and you undo it in a single, swift motion before pulling it off his neck and letting it fall to the floor while not leaving his lips for even a second.

Next is the purple suit jacket, and your hands glide underneath the fabric before sliding down his shoulders and arms, letting your nails rake softly over his biceps as they meet their inevitable faith on the floor.

When your fingers move to the buttons of his matching purple vest, you can tell he's getting a little impatient, but if you had to be patient for him, he would have to be patient with you as well.

''Don't tease me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, and you can't help but let out a little smile.

''But Daddy, you said you wanted me to take control occasionally, right? That's precisely what I'm doing. I had to be patient for you, so now I'm doing the same with you until you can fuck me into the mattress like I know you so desperately want to do,'' you say with an innocent smile, and Robert feels his cock twitch in his pants.

He nods in response, and you move to undo the buttons of his vest before taking it off and letting it land on the floor alongside his suit jacket; you could always pick them up later.

When your fingers unbuttoned every button on his shirt, your lips moved after each one that opened, kissing the skin you had just exposed as you were on your way down.

You softly groan when you see his chest and the dark hair covering it that has you going feral each time. If there's one thing about your husband that you love, it's that he's a hairy man, and you love running your fingers over and through his hair.

As soon as all the buttons are open, you pull the shirt off his shoulders, and your hands glide over his biceps, chuckling softly when he flexes them for you.

Next are his pants, and you undo the belt with ease before pulling it out of the loops, your fingers opening his button and zipper slowly, letting your fingers rub over the fabric that protects his very hard bulge.

''Fuck, feels so good, Kitten,'' Robert groans after you've pulled down his pants, now palming him through his extremely tight boxer briefs.

''Can I have a taste, Daddy?'' you ask as you look up at him, and the smirk plastered on Robert's face is all you need to know before pulling his underwear down and out the way, letting him step out of them before tossing it aside as well.

You're admiring your husband's naked body for a few seconds as your gaze rakes over every dip, curve, and ridge, but not too long.

His thick, veiny cock is standing at attention for you, and he's already leaking pre-cum, which you happily lap up before wrapping your hand around the base of him, your other hand cupping his balls and squeezing ever so gently.

The moan leaving his lips is near pornographic, and you can't help but feel a flood of arousal between your legs, and your cunt is throbbing with need for your husband.

You decide not to tease him any longer, and your mouth envelops his tip as you suckle softly, and his fingers weave into your hair to ground himself a little bit.

''Hmm, you enjoy sucking my cock, don't you? My little cockslut,'' Robert says, and you moan softly around him before taking more of his length into your mouth and sucking your cheeks in, and your tongue lays flat against the underside of his cock.

When you find a steady rhythm, you keep bobbing your head back and forth, doing everything Robert loves until his groans and grunts get louder, and you keep playing with his balls until you feel he's about to cum.

''Cum in my throat, Daddy, wanna swallow it all,'' you say after you pop off, but your hand keeps pumping him slowly to keep him on the edge.

''Like I was planning on doing anything else,'' he says. You take him into your mouth again, taking him as far as you can, repeating this process a few times until Robert takes over the pace and starts fucking your face until he shoots his cum deep in your throat, making you swallow every last drop.

''Oh god, Kitten, just like that. Swallow it all for Daddy!'' he shouts out as he cums, trembling from the force of his orgasm, making you nothing but proud as he praises you like this.

Robert has you sitting on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed as he's eating you out from behind with such passion that you'd think he hasn't eaten anything in weeks.

Your face is smushed into the bed sheets; your arms have given out a while ago, somewhere around when he pulled your second orgasm from you.

''D-Daddy! Gonna cum!'' you mewl out; his mouth attaches to your clit, which is puffy and drenched in your slick, but Robert is still licking every single drop you give him.

Your thighs and legs are trembling beyond belief, but the pleasure you feel is so incredible that you don't want him to stop, and it appears that he isn't planning on stopping any time soon, either.

As soon as your third orgasm washes over you with even more power than the last, Robert has to hold you up by your hips; otherwise, you will collapse, and the moans leaving your chest will be out of control, just like Robert wants you to be.

You and Robert have explored the feeling of giving up control of your pleasure like this many times over the years, and you two have perfected it exactly to both your tastes.

''D-Daddy, please,'' you choke out as his fingers find your entrance again, setting a brutal pace until your cunt is sore from all the stimulation, but it feels too good to make him stop, and you let him drag one last orgasm out of you with his fingers.

''You're doing so well for me, Kitten. Just look at how well this sweet pussy is taking everything I give her,'' Robert says as you're coming down from your high, but there isn't much time to come down.

Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Robert has you lying on your back, your body almost folded in half as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, after growing back to total hardness again.

You gasp as he breaches your entrance, and despite having the amount of sex that the two of you have, it's still a stretch each time, which is precisely why Robert wants to see your face. Something about how your face contorts with pure pleasure makes him feel soaring, especially when he's making love to you.

''Fucking hell, Kitten, such a tight pussy for me to love, huh? She always takes me perfectly,'' Robert whispers as he leans down, your hands sliding over his neck and into his hair.

When he's slid in up to the hilt, he lets you adjust for a bit because hurting you would be the last thing on his mind.

''Ready, Kitten?'' he asks so softly that it feels like you're melting into the mattress, and when you nod, he places his lips on yours as he starts pulling out and thrusting back in, his tip hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

After a few more slow thrusts, he picks up the pace just enough to have your back arching off the bed, and the grip on his hair tightens as you're taken over by nothing but pure pleasure.

''Daddy!'' is all you can say as he chases both your highs, and when you're getting close, you let go of his hair, opting to wrap your arms and legs around him instead of pulling him as close to your body as possible.

Robert grunts and groans as he looks at the way pleasure takes over your face, and a loud fuck escapes his lips as your long nails press into his shoulder blades and rake down, leaving a long trail of red marks that only spur Robert on further.

''Can't wait to fill up this sweet cunt with my cum, Kitten. Going to get you so fucking pregnant for me; going to be a real Daddy soon,'' he tells you between groans and pants, and he's getting impossibly hard as he gets closer to his orgasm.

''D-Daddy, need to cum!'' you say, but he doesn't let you just yet.

''Hold on, Kitten, 'm almost there. Want you to cum with me,'' he says, and you nod, though you're not sure you can with the way he keeps pounding into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

It doesn't take long for Robert to reach his high, and his thumb has found its place on your clit, making you fall apart as you're clawing along his back, only adding to the ridiculous amount of scratches you've left, but Robert doesn't mind in the slightest.

''My good fuckin' girl 's what you are, Kitten, making me cum so much it's leaking out of you,'' he says as he pulls out, but instead of leaving it, he pushes it back in with his fingers to ensure it'll stay in.

''Can't wait 'til you pregnant for me, Kitten. All round and perfect, letting me drink from your tits as they drip with milk for me,'' Robert says, and all you can do is lay there with a dopey smile on your face.

''I'll clean you up, get you some fruit and water, okay? Don't want you to slip into a bad headspace after all,'' he whispers between soft kisses all over your body, soft grazings of his fingers on the inches of skin his mouth can't reach.

''Y-yes,'' you whisper, and Robert gets up to get a warm washcloth to clean both of you up, making sure to be careful with your sensitive cunt after everything he did to pull the orgasms from your body.

Then he walks to the kitchen to grab some grapes and two bottles of water before heading back to you, and you're still lying in the same position where he left you. You're too tired to move and too sore as well.

''Let me grab you a shirt and some underwear, Gorgeous,'' he says, and you didn't miss the switch of nicknames just now. It notified you that the ''atmosphere'' you two were just in is over, and he will take the best care of you.

He grabs one of his shirts that's always way too big for you and a pair of comfortable cotton panties since that's what you usually prefer after an intense session like you just had.

''Can you sit up for me, Gorgeous?'' he asks, and with Robert's help, you manage to sit up despite your body still feeling like cooked noodles.

The shirt is slid over your head and body with minimal effort, and your panties are also on within no time; when Robert has changed into a pair of sweatpants, he takes his place on the bed.

With his help, you get situated sideways on his lap, your legs stretched in front of you and your head against his shoulder, his left arm protectively wrapped around your waist.

''Here, have a grape or two,'' he says, and you let him feed you the grape, the flavor exploding in your mouth as you pierce the skin with your teeth. They're fresh from the fridge, so the cold feeling contrasts Robert's warmth enveloping you.

''Can I have some water?'' you ask, and Robert screws the top off the water bottle before handing you the bottle, and you take a few sips to hydrate yourself. You're slowly getting some of your strength back, and the cuddles with your husband are always an excellent addition.

''I love you so much,'' you say as you hand the now half-empty bottle back, and he closes it before putting it on the nightstand for later.

''I love you too, Gorgeous,'' he says as he places a few soft, loving kisses on your lips that set your insides on fire. The sweet, gentle side of Robert is the part you fell for years ago, and it still manages to warm you from the inside out.

About five months later, you find out you're pregnant after taking a test. Your cycle is like clockwork, so when you were late, it spiked some confusion, though your mind immediately went to the possibility of being pregnant.

You and Robert haven't been actively trying to conceive, but you two have also decided that if it ever does happen, you would welcome the little one into your lives.

And now here you are, on the toilet of your home, but your husband is away to film for yet another Marvel movie. Your first instinct is to call him, but you decide against it instead of going to a doctor first to ensure it's true.

That's exactly how you found yourself in a gynecologist's office in your usual hospital, waiting for the test results. The outcome wasn't a surprise, and they confirmed that you're about 1.5 months pregnant, so it's still very early.

''Do you have anyone who we can call about this? Your partner or a family member?'' the gynecologist asks, but you shake your head.

''My husband is away to film a movie for a few more months, so I am going to tell him the news in person, it's not something I want to do over the phone,'' you say with a small smile.

A week later, you're getting ready to see your husband and tell him the good news about your pregnancy. You're dressed in a casual outfit to not attract too much attention to yourself.

You may not be an actor yourself, but as the wife of someone with a high-profile life like Robert's, most people still know who you are. The drive to the movie set is pretty decent, but you're getting increasingly nervous when you park your car.

You rest your hand on your belly, although you won't show for another few months. You know there's a little life growing inside you, and you can't wait to tell Robert about it so you don't have to carry this secret alone.

After a few deep breaths, you decide to get out of your car and go onto set after getting a visitor's pass, and before you even get to set, you happen to run into Gwyneth Paltrow, who plays Robert's love interest on screen.

''Gwyneth, hi! How are you?'' you say as she approaches you and greets you with a big hug. You tell her you're visiting Robert after exchanging some pleasantries and small talk because she has to go, but she points you in his direction before walking off with a last goodbye.

When you walk onto the set, you spot Robert as he's in the middle of a scene, and you try to stand back a little not to distract him from his work, but it's hard because you love seeing how he works.

The scene was done soon after, and that's when you walked forward, and the smile spreading on Robert's face was unmistakable. He only smiles like that when you're nearby, and his co-stars couldn't help but chuckle.

''Hi, Gorgeous! What are you doing here? Is everything okay?'' Robert asks as he's enveloping you in a hug, and you let yourself melt into his touch. Typically, it wasn't a problem when he was gone for long periods to film, but now it's different.

''Can we talk somewhere in private?'' is all you say, and he quickly looks around before deciding to take you to his trailer, saying he'll need some time alone with you and be back as soon as possible.

When you're in his trailer, he pulls you close and captures your lips in a sweet kiss that has your mind going crazy, and you can't help but kiss him back just as passionately, though you still need to tell him the good news.

''Robert, we- I'm here to talk, actually,'' you say, and the nerves are now taking over your body as you see the worry etched onto your husband's face.

''Okay, let's sit down,'' he says and guides you to the couch where you take your seat next to him, as close as possible to him as you're about to tell him that he's going to be a father.

''Robert, do you remember our talks about potentially starting a family? Well, I think it's time to have some different ones now because I found out last week that I'm pregnant,'' you say, trying not to cry and failing miserably.

''Are you serious?'' he says with a nervous laugh, and you nod furiously as you're letting the tears fall now, not caring about your make-up or anything else.

''I'm going to be a father...'' he whispers, and you kiss him feverishly, not knowing what to do with yourself, though Robert pulls you into a hug. This has been his dream for as long as he can remember, and now that it's about to come true, he couldn't be happier.

''I'll be coming home as soon as possible to take care of you and our little Pumpkin, okay?'' he says after doing some quick math, concluding that it'll be born around Halloween.

''I'd like that, Robert,'' you say, and after a few more kisses, he pulls you into his lap and holds you close for as long as he can. Not wanting to let you go after the news you've just told him.

''I still can't believe we're officially expanding our family,'' he says, rubbing your back in soothing motions as your head lies on his shoulder. Though you aren't crying anymore, you're still feeling a little overwhelmed.

''Thank you for telling me this in person, Gorgeous,'' he says before slotting his lips together with yours again, until the door of his trailer swings open, and his assistant comes barging in.

''Oh shit! I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here,'' his assistant says, and you can't help but smile.

''It's okay; I wasn't supposed to be here, but I just had something important to tell that couldn't wait until he was home,'' you say to him, and he nods.

You look over to Robert to ask him silently if it's okay to share with his assistant, and he doesn't have to tell you it's okay because you can see it on his face.

''I'm pregnant, been for about a month and a half, in fact,'' you say, and you and Robert can't contain your excitement.

''Don't tell anyone, we want to tell the rest of the world at our own pace, but for now, I just want to live in our own little bubble, with just the three of us,'' you tell Robert's assistant and he understands.

And that's how you find yourself in your husband's arms five months later when he's home, and you're a little over six months pregnant with your baby girl.

''She's growing so fast, it's unbelievable,'' Robert says as you're both laying in bed. You're lying on your back with both hands on your tummy, and Robert is rubbing softly, calming you down immensely.

''I love you, Gorgeous. And I love you too, Pumpkin,'' he says to your belly before placing a soft kiss, followed by one on your mouth. This is the first time since you're pregnant that you're falling asleep in your husband's arms, and it feels like heaven.

#robert downey jr #robert downey jr request #robert downey jr one shot #robert downey jr fanfiction #robert downey jr fanfic #robert downey jr x female reader #robert downey jr x reader #robert downey jr smut #rdj #rdj request #rdj one shot #rdj fanfiction #rdj fanfic #rdj x female reader #rdj x reader #rdj smut

[luminnara]

Breeding | alpha!bakugou x omega!reader 18+ ONLY

Summary: deep down, all katsuki wants is to be a father. He’ll never admit it, though.

Just a short lil somethin somethin I wanted to get out of my system!

18+ ONLY AND I MEAN IT

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, knotting, a/b/o, heat/rut

Your heats were always strong enough to kick Katsuki into a rut the second he smelled the change in your pheromones.

You had stopped taking any kind of heat suppressants when you met him, partially because you hated that they tended to make you nauseous and partially because he got grumpy whenever you brought them up. It hurt his ego a little, you figured; after all, Katsuki was about as alpha as they came, with ruts that were so wild and explosive they were practically legendary. He was a big, tough, desirable alpha, the number two pro hero, and despite what seemed like an entire fan base of omegas throwing themselves at his feet, he had chosen you.

You weren’t a hero, or even a sidekick. Your quirk didn’t really lend itself to big, valiant acts of heroism, so you had just foregone that route and chosen a much different career for yourself instead:

Fashion.

That’s actually how you had met Katsuki. You worked for his mother as an assistant, listening to her go on and on about her pro-hero son every day. At first, you just nodded and smiled, going along with whatever your boss said, but as time passed, you started to get...almost invested. You looked forward to listening to her gush about him, and whenever she managed to convince him (against his will, apparently) to grab lunch with her, she would come back carrying faint, lingering scents of campfire and marshmallows, and as time passed, she began to notice the way you tried to drink it in. 

Then, one thing led to another, and Mitsuki was introducing the two of you. The rest was history. 

Now, you had been a mated pair for quite some time, living together in a nice penthouse thanks to Katsuki’s hefty checks from his hero work. You spent most of your free time together, frequently hosting friends and enjoying their company. You had grown used to the boisterous pros your alpha hung out with, and you enjoyed having the likes of Kirishima and Kaminari around. 

Except when you were in heat, of course, and Katsuki made sure that you were completely hidden from the world, that you were his and his alone. He was possessive under normal circumstances, but with a mating cycle involved? Oh, he was incessant. 

“Who d’you belong to, baby?” he cooed in your ear as he rubbed himself against your slick entrance. 

“Y-you, alpha,” you breathed out, voice hitching. Sweat was plastering your hair to your face, your skin feverish as you whined and begged for him. 

You’d been like that all day. You had known your heat was coming up, of course, but not just because of the usual symptoms like nesting and cramps; no, you always knew exactly when you were due to begin thanks to Katsuki. He was better at keeping track than you were, going so far as to mark it on the calendar so he’d know when to take time off from hero work. 

At first, you’d told him it was fine. He didn’t need to stay so on top of things, and he definitely didn’t need to push his work aside for you. But Katsuki wouldn’t even entertain the thought of leaving you home alone to deal with your heats, and ever since you had first gotten together, he spent every single one taking care of you. He’d fuck you senseless, of course, but he also loved bringing you food and water, determined to keep you from accidentally starving yourself, and he always helped you bathe when you eventually got tired enough to take a break from his dick. 

It was incredibly domestic of him, and you were grateful to have such an attentive alpha around...because, after all, when you were in heat, there was really only one thing you could think about. 

“Alpha,” you whined, gripping the sheets. “P-please, alpha, please...”

“Want my cock?” he teased, nudging the head inside. You were dripping wet, slick running down your thighs, and as he felt how hot your pussy was, he let out a low groan. “Fuck, kitten, not gonna last long in you...”

“D-Don’t care,” you moaned, desperate to feel him stretching you. “J-Just want your cock, alpha, please...”

Well, who was he to deny you, especially when you asked so sweetly?

He rolled his hips forward, pushing into your hot core and immediately moaning. “Fuck...”

You took him so well. You always did. It was like you were made for him. 

As he thrusted in and out of you, Katsuki lowered his head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Taking you from behind was his favorite way to fuck, but if he kept looking at the way your ass bounced when he pounded into you, he knew he would lose it. He wanted to make you cum at least a couple times before he filled you up, but at the rate things were going, that wasn’t going to take very long. 

Whenever you were in heat, orgasms seemed to wash over you whenever your alpha was fucking you. Just the feeling of his cock ramming into you was enough to have you crying his name, more slick gushing down your thighs. There was nothing you loved more than the feeling of your alpha, and Katsuki was a very, very good alpha. 

“That’s it,” he said, breath hot against your skin. “Gimme another, baby, cum on this cock...”

He reached down, his calloused fingers finding your clit. The moment he touched it, you let out a loud whine, your pussy squeezing around him desperately. 

It was going to drive him mad. 

“T-Tell Alpha what you want,” he managed to choke out, trying to focus. 

“Fill me up,” you moaned, clawing at the sheets. “Breed me, please...want your pups...”

The thought was just too much. Katsuki lost himself, grabbing your hips roughly as his knot began to swell. Picturing you growing round with his pups, your tits heavy with milk...fuck, he just wanted to fill you up over and over again and never let you go.

So that’s what he did. 

A few weeks later, you were pacing around the apartment, nervous as all hell as you chewed your nails. It was a bad habit you had been trying to kick, but right now, you didn’t care; Katsuki would be getting home any minute, and you weren’t sure if you were petrified or ecstatic to tell him the news. 

When you heard the door open and his scent came wafting in, you nearly jumped out of your skin. 

“Hey, babe,” your mate called lazily, kicking the door shut like always before shucking his boots off. 

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, standing in the kitchen doorway. 

At the sound of your tiny voice, he froze, nostrils flaring as he took in your anxious scent. “What’s wrong?”

“I...uh....” you gulped, looking at the floor. You were too scared to make eye contact, even with the man you loved so much. 

“Babe?” he asked, approaching you. His normally rough voice was softer now, red eyes full of concern. 

“Remember my last heat?” you asked, daring to glance up at him. Fuck, he was so big...you were starting to understand why other alphas were so scared of him. 

“Course.” he chuckled. “How could I forget? You were so fuckin’ wet, baby...”

“Y-yeah, well...um...” you turned, heading for the kitchen counter. You didn’t know how to use your words anymore. Maybe showing him would be easier. 

Katsuki followed at your heels, reaching for your wrist. He managed to catch you, but not before you grabbed something and spun back around to face him, the item hidden behind your back. 

“You have to promise not to be mad.” you said, voice wavering slightly. 

“I’m never mad at you, babe.” he growled. “But you’d better fuckin’ show me what you’re hiding.”

Nodding quickly, you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hand out towards him. 

When you didn’t hear anything, you peeked up at him. 

He was staring, his eyes wide. His gaze was focused on the pregnancy test in your hand, chest rising and falling with every breath. 

You immediately panicked. 

“I-I’m sorry!” you blurted, backing up until you hit the counter. “I-I didn’t expect this to happen, it never has before, I don’t know what--”

“Omega.” he interrupted, chest vibrating with a loud purr. “Is that test positive?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. 

Then, the widest smile you’d ever seen lit up his face, and he was sweeping you off your feet. 

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, spinning you around. 

“Y-yes,” you answered, chest still tight with anxiety. 

“Finally.” he set you back down on your feet, his arms still tight around you. “Been waitin’ so long...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, wiping at your tears. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” he scoffed. “Why the fuck would I be mad? I’ve always wanted pups with you. Just didn’t know if you were ready or not.”

“Oh.” you let out a laugh as your chest finally loosened up a bit. “I guess I am...”

“Hey.” he leaned his forehead against yours, that purr still rumbling in his chest. “I’m gonna take care of you. You’re mine forever, ‘n don’t you fuckin’ forget that.”

#abo #alpha!bakugou #alpha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagines #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader

[ally-127]

With the SVT’s upcoming comeback and Cheol’s teasing on weverse, can I request for a smut where you kept on teasing him and he just snapped 🥺

wine & dine

pairing : husband!seungcheol x reader word count : 1.9k warnings : SEXUAL TENSION, teasing, a brief glimpse of hard dom cheol, marking, dirty talk music : ‘fearless’ by seventeen a/n : this isn’t a full-on smut because i can go on for days and it won’t be a drabble anymore heh

“pass the salt, please,”

you hummed, stretching an arm out across the dining table.

you had your other hand splayed out on seungcheol’s thigh under the table cloth, slowly inching higher. in your peripherals, you could sense the twitch of your husband’s jaw muscles in response to your movement of touch.

plastered on your face was a delicate smile—feigning innocence—and your parents who sat opposite did not know the dirty tease that was dissembled behind those big doe eyes.

truth to be told, you had already been like this since the start of the evening.

back at home, when you two were getting ready for this exact dinner was when you decided the teasing shouldn’t be restricted to just the four walls of your bedroom.

you were busy applying lipstick of a deep red shade that resembled the plunging depths of red wine onto the very centre of your lips, until you spotted seungcheol leaning against the threshold of the bathroom door.

the thing about seungcheol was that he never bothered to hide his emotions from you. especially if there was something that he wanted.

he looked you up and down like his next meal, tongue jutting across that bottom plump lip of his. it was clear that he appreciated what you wore tonight. a dress, cut from midnight blue material wrapped snugly around your body, emphasising the right amount of curves and cleavage that you yourself felt amazing that night.

it only took a second before you were eye-fucking each other, minds clouded with heavy lust as you stared at each other through the mirror. your wordless gazes were intense and filled with all the intent to strip each other off and fuck each other senseless like animals in heat.

clearly, that couldn’t happen when the ringtone of your phone sliced through the heavy wall of tension between you and your husband.

you held the phone up to your ear with your eyes still glued to his through the large mirror, the corner of your red lips quirking up in the slightest as you told your mother, articulately, that you would arrive at the restaurant in fifteen.

you closed your lip pencil with a satisfying pop and turned back to glance at seungcheol.

it was unusual for him to have not uttered a single word since he stopped by the bathroom, where you were busy touching up your appearance.

“why are you so silent tonight?” you asked aloud instead of leaving it as it is.

“i just don’t feel like talking,” seungcheol decided to take the route of denial.

“whatever you say,” you brushed past him out the door, making sure your shoulder rubbed against his chest and your fingers tugged on his belt in the process. the slight whiff of your perfume, laced with citrus and cedarwood, was enough to intoxicate him.

something about you tonight, he noticed, was different.

confidence dripped off your entire being that night, not that it didn’t on other days, but you were practically bathing in confidence. your hips took up just a hint of sway and the smile on your lips was quite unlike the soft smile he was used to.

the smirk you wore was taunting and was unbelievably sexy. he found his breath lodged in his throat, unable to form words.

there was no time to question as to what had inflicted this change of demeanour. you had disappeared from his sight out of the bedroom.

you were already waiting by the front door when he rushed down the stairs, sleek stilettos replacing your bare feet and his car keys dangling from your slim fingers.

you were breathtaking, seungcheol found his heart racing like on your wedding day when he first saw you walk down that aisle.

he approached you with heavy steps, looking handsome as always in a matching suit and pants of navy blue with a white satin shirt peeking from underneath.

your heels elevated your height so that your forehead reached the tip of his nose, lips only a minuscule distance apart from his.

you extended your hand forward, the key ring of the car keys sliding down your finger when you reached out to unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt. you smoothed down his suit jacket, straightening out the lapels and pushing away a loose piece of his raven hair away from his eyes.

“we’ll be late,” you muttered under your breath.

you turned away before he could kiss you as a means to thank you, walking down the steps of the front stoop with heels clacking on the cobblestone.

that brought you and seungcheol here, to this italian restaurant of luxury that you both knew you would never dine in. the choice of cuisine and location was clearly up to your mother and father.

your parents wanted to have a catch-up with you and your husband, to see what was going on in your marriage of two years.

the cream table cloth tickled the tops of your thighs as you and your husband sat across your parents. the conversations between each other were slow and languid at first, only surface-level topics being introduced and discussed.

tonight he was the prime example of a perfect husband. he talked business with your father and gossiped with your mother, keeping his voice at bay and his tone light and easy—even as your hand wandered up his thigh.

seungcheol had noticeably become more hot and bothered while he engaged in small talk with your parents. you saw him unbutton two more buttons in his shirt and loosen the cuffs in his sleeves.

it was the small details that led up to this: the mere brush of your hand on his, the slow whisper of i hope you’re going to make me feel good tonight in his ear as you made your way toward the entrance. the slight glance you shot in another gentleman’s way as they walked past, inciting jealousy to churn in his insides.

it was like you two were back in your teens again, drifting in the midst of the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

everyday with seungcheol was a honeymoon.

you poked at your spaghetti aglio olio, no longer hungry especially when there was something, someone even more delicious by your side.

seungcheol made sure both his hands were seen on the table, as a form of etiquette. you, on the other hand, could not even be bothered with that nonsense.

it gave you the advantage to toy with him as much as you desired. at some point, it took all of his willpower not to suddenly jerk in his seat as your fingers brushed the outline of his cock in his slacks, now prominent from an erection.

it was hidden beneath the table cloth, only for you to see.

he called your name lowly, almost a growl, in warning. you pretended not to hear.

your parents on the other side were nonchalant about what exactly was going on under the table. seungcheol’s natural man-spread gave you even more access to him.

you ran your hand slowly down the length of his clothed shaft. your touch induced the slight buck of his hips against your fingers to increase friction, a whine begging to leave his lips but couldn’t due to self-restraint.

“your pasta’s turning cold,” his teeth were gritted and his hands were curled into fists on the table, wedding ring glinting under the warm lighting. “finish it.”

“he’s right, dear,” your mother cooed diagonally from you. “eat up.”

“i think i’m good—” you glanced sideways at your husband, digits still on his crotch. “—for now.”

there was another meal you had in mind and it wasn’t listed in the menu.

“if you insist,” your father picked up the leather-bound menu and flipped through the manila pages. “wine?”

“i’d love that,” you removed your hand from him, clapping them together in delight.

“please,” seungcheol forced out, almost whining now from the lack of your touch.

it turns out that he managed to hold it together throughout wine and dessert, eyes fuming as he watched you pop a strawberry from the cake into your pretty mouth.

you did it as slowly as you could, allowing your lips to wrap around the curve of the fruit. the red of the berry matched the red of your lipstick, making it an even more pleasant sight to see and making him harder than ever.

bidding your farewells as fast as you could without seeming like you were rushing, you and seungcheol reached home by the hour.

you barely made it through the front door before he had you against the wall with an aggression you had not experienced since your early twenties when you both had just started sleeping together.

you’re such a fool to have thought seungcheol had grown soft for you.

“it was fun, huh,” he snarled, pupils dilated from both the darkness of the hallway and the rush of arose in his veins. “to tease me like that in front of your fucking parents.”

“i’d be lying if i said no,” you grinned, knowing how much of an effect it’d been on him.

“i’m so hard it fucking hurts,” seungcheol pushed you harder onto the wall so he could grind himself against your thigh.

“baby boy has got a boner,” you laced your fingers through his dark tresses, lips still stretched into a jeering grin.

“you’ll pay for this.”

his lips attacked your neck first, already sucking marks of purple and red into the delicate skin. the bridge of his nose nudged your ear as he kissed the skin behind it, your most sensitive part. you moaned as shivers ran down your spine from a mere peck.

he pulled away to whisper, “jump.”

and so you did, your legs wrapping around his waist, ab muscles pressing against your lower belly through the satin of his shirt. you kissed him for the first time tonight, your lips burning against his.

he carried you up the stairs and into your room without ever breaking the kiss, the directions to your shared bedroom already embedded in the soles of his feet. he slammed the door shut with his heel and walked you toward your bed.

he took a detour, shifting to the dresser in front of your bed instead.

the cold surface from the wood met the base of your thighs as he stood between your legs, taking the moment of liberty to shrug off his suit jacket and undo the remaining buttons that held his shirt together.

his muscles, still toned after ten years, never failed to get your salivary glands worked up. at some point you had begun to drool.

“you are so sexy tonight,” he leaned in to nip at the shell of your ear. “so terrible, so sexy.”

his teeth sunk down on your collarbone, drawing out another moan from your lips.

“oh yeah?” you fiddled with the hair on the nape of his neck as he marked your skin.

“i wanted to eat you out on the sink as soon as i saw you in that dress,” his husky voice dropped down in tone as he admitted his lascivious thoughts, breath warm against your neck. “and taste your sweet cunt on my lips.”

“yeah?” you said.

“and i can’t believe you made me hard in front of your parents,” he let go only to latch his mouth on the other side of your neck. “you’re such a slut.”

his words sent shockwaves of heat down to your core, your walls clenching around thin air. his hands, adventurous, trailed up your thigh, fondling with the hem of your dress. “i wanted to rip this off you all night,” slowly, seungcheol pushed it upwards.

“but now i just want to fuck you in it.”

#kwritersworldnet #seventeen #scoups #seungcheol #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles

[spidercakes]

ABO prompt if you will - Tony is an alpha but Peter is a beta. They can’t be together as laws prevent alphas from mating with betas so they pine in silence. Peter gets kidnapped by Ross who is trying to figure out how Peter got his Spider-Man powers and one experiment changes Peter into an omega. When he is rescued, he is in heat and throws Tony into rut and the alpha claims his omega.

This prompt: implies smut

Me: ok, angst.

I mean, its still technically what you asked for minus the smut but also there’s like many angst.

*

Its not, Tony has decided, that they don’t want to. Its more like they can’t, not really, not without a level of backlash at every level that would make a relationship impossible. Its not exactly reasonable to start a relationship with someone full well knowing that everyone, including the damn government, will do their damndest just to tear you apart. Tony has no idea why there are laws preventing alphas and betas from being together, there’s no reasonable explanation for it. Omegas might be more fertile and have an easier time with alphas reproducing but its not like betas are infertile. And also he and Peter wouldn’t be a reproductive couple anyway.

Beyond that the reasons get even more senseless given that betas are just as capable of dealing with heats as alphas, and its not like alphas can’t survive without omegas in heat- they make it through most of their lives without that. That particular set of laws are, Tony has gathered, little more than forcing people to fit into the hegemonic mold of acceptability and he’s never been fond of that, but he’s also not stupid. Generally speaking any alphas and betas who test that shit see betas in jail for an extended period of time, not alphas. And he can’t do that to Peter. If either of them should end up in jail its him- first of all he’s actually broken like a stupid amount of laws in his lifetime and Peter hasn’t, and also he’s the older one. He’d miss out on less in prison, but the laws are designed to punish betas for not falling in line, not alphas or omegas.

So he gets stuck watching Peter from afar, working with him in the lab, and trying his best to avoid him blowing up in the field. “You know we wouldn’t say anything, right?” Bruce asks softly, disrupting his line of thought. Across the lab Peter is trying and failing to teach Dummy to fetch.

“Wouldn’t need you to. Since when have I been known to do anything subtly?”

Bruce sighs because they both know he makes a point. Its not like he hasn’t thought of that either, and Peter absolutely has. Came to him a couple months ago insisting they could manage it and Peter he’s sure could. But Tony has never been known for his ability to keep secrets or keep anything from the public eye. He literally decided to throw out Pepper’s cue cards and proclaim himself Iron Man because that felt less difficult than playing like he wasn’t. There’s no way Peter wouldn’t end up in jail over his stupidity.

*

When Peter goes missing it takes them a day to notice. Its not entirely unusual for him to disappear from the public eye for a day or two thanks to school and its exam season so Tony hadn’t thought much of it until May showed up at his door. “So you haven’t talked to him either?” she asks, clearly on the edge of panic.

Tony is too but he’s also not totally stupid- Peter isn’t exactly easy to contain with his abilities and hurting someone with super healing permanently is difficult. He once tested out a few theories on Steve and the guy is next to immortal. He can be killed, Tony is sure, but not through any normal means and that includes aging. Peter’s genes share a lot in common with Steve’s now, so he suspects he has a lot of the same resistances not that he’d ever dream of testing that out on him.

“May, I once watched someone drop an entire building on him and he mostly crawled out pissed off. I’m sure he’s fine, we just need to figure out where he is.”

“Is that actually supposed to make me feel better?” she asks and Tony sighs.

“My point is that he’s durable, exceedingly so. Causing genuine, permanent damage is nearly impossible. Its why we tend to send him out with Steve and Bruce- the three of them are stupid strong, hard to kill, and their collective intelligence makes them hard to deal with strategically too. Trust me May, wherever he is it might not be pleasant, but he’ll more than likely be fine when we pick him up.” Psychologically? Probably not, but he doesn’t want to freak her out and they’ve all, in some way or another, been held captive and tortured. At this point its like an Avengers rite of passage. That’s at least half their hero origin stories.

“How are you going to find him?” May asks and Tony sighs.

“His suit has tracking in it partially to keep tabs on him but also to keep tabs on the suit itself- that kind of technology wouldn’t exactly be put to any good use in the wrong hands. If we’re lucky no one has turned the tracking off. If we aren’t we’ll see where it went before he disappeared and go from there.” There’s also the added benefit of seeing where Peter ends up the most, where all of them do. It tracks villain patterns well so Tony will cross reference the rest of their tracking against Peter’s too, see if any data points stick out.

*

Bruce looks at the screen in front of him while Tony paces. Bruce is more than capable of tracking a wayward spider suit, a literal child could do it if need be, but Tony is stressed. “Ping is coming back,” Bruce tells him. “In uh… Florida? He have anything going on there?” he asks.

Tony walks over to the computer and pulls up where, specifically, he is. “No. We’ve all heard him refer to Florida as the smelly armpit of America so I don’t see why he’d go there on his own either,” he points out.

Bruce sighs, “I maintain that the smelly armpit is Texas, but you make a point. The suit shows a pretty much direct travel path too, which is unusual. How the hell would someone manage to get someone with his abilities that far in a straight path? It doesn’t even look like Peter fought back.”

No, it doesn’t. He went from one spot to the other, no zipping around in between to indicate a sign of struggle. He pulls up Peter’s vitals around the time he went missing and frowns. “What the fuck?”

Bruce leans in and frowns too. “Stasis?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you think he was instantly frozen?” Tony asks, eyebrows drawing together.

“Not instantly, looks like he reacted but not in time. And the information is from his web shooters, not his suit. Don’t think he would have been in it at the time. Isn’t it pretty much frozen proof anyway?”

Not exactly, but for the purposes of this conversation yes so Tony nods. “Okay. Given the time of day he was probably about to patrol but why the fuck would anyone freeze him? Why the hell would that be a solution to how to kidnap Spiderman?” Seems kind of stupid, convoluted too. Yes he would be exceedingly difficult to get a hold of given that he’s flexible, strong, and not exactly lacking in intelligence and fighting ability but freezing him? That could go wrong in so many ways. The fact that it didn’t is probably a weird fluke.

Bruce frowns, looking over the information again before pulling up his location. “Tony. I could be wrong, and I’m probably not, but I’m pretty sure that’s one of Ross’ beach houses.”

Tony squints, “who the hell is stupid enough to take their victim to their house? Can’t be Ross.”

“The freezing would make sense if it was Ross,” Bruce says. Tony raises an eyebrow, unsure how Bruce figures that. “He has most of out data on our genes, he’s already tried to experiment on me like five times, and Steve was at his least dangerous when he was frozen. And he’d have enough information on Peter to know they work in really similar ways. Freezing makes sense if its Ross otherwise what kind of idiot would decide to try and freeze a super person with no guarantee that it would work? If not for the information that being frozen essentially stuck Steve in a suspended state of animation, which would make it a lot easier to run a few tests on him, then that makes no sense.”

He says that like villains make any sense at all. The last couple Tony has personally dealt with rode his ass because his father was a dick and because he was kind of mean and didn’t talk to the guy on a roof. Villains are people too, and people make no god damn sense. But he does make a point about the freezing thing, with knowledge of Steve’s suspended animation it would make sense to try and recreate those conditions and hope for the best. It might be common knowledge that he was found frozen in the ice and lived, but its not common knowledge how that happened. There are whole fan theories about it that proper everything from the correct assumption that the serum made him able to withstand extreme cold with a lowered heart rate and slowed brain activity to conserve energy to aliens. And clearly whoever took Peter wanted him alive otherwise what kind of dipshit tries to freeze their victim to death, then panics and takes them to Florida? Though, Tony supposes, that does seem like a Florida man thing to do.

“Do you really think Ross is that bad at strategy? What if it failed? What if Peter didn’t react to freezing the same way Steve had? What if he chose a different route that day for patrol? Ross might be a dumbass, but is he really that stupid?”

Bruce laughs a little. “Sometimes I forget how often you and Steve run every available option through your heads before you do something. Ross isn’t stupid by any means, but he has Peter’s patrol schedule and around this time of year he doesn’t break pattern, can’t because of exams. Strategically its a good time to move on a plan that requires him to be in a certain spot when you know he’s far less likely to deviate from his normal plans. And Peter might be super, but he’s not going to not have a reaction to being flash frozen. If Ross’ goal is to experiment on him if he managed to escape the freezing he still learned something. Its unethical science, but its not exactly bad science.”

Yeah, he’ll agree to disagree there. Tony knows a thing or two about winging it when it comes to experiments and it never goes well. Okay, it never goes well for him. Everyone else seems to not have problems with it but he’s got bad luck. Still makes him weary of that kind of thing and also Bruce has a vested interest in pointing the finger at Ross. Tony doesn’t think he’d do something like that on purpose on account of unlike Ross he’s not a shitty person but still. its worth it to verify Bruce’s suspicions. He runs the address and turns back to Bruce, “you seriously think Ross would be dumb enough to drag Peter’s ass back to his house? Come on, even Ross can’t be that stupid.”

“Its under his mother’s name, I think. Its still not smart, but its close to a secret army base in the area. Peter might be there, not the house.”

“But they left his suit in the house?”

“Ross might not be dumb enough to do that but a tactical team might be,” Bruce points out.

Yeah, alright. Address results return and sure shit Bruce isn’t wrong, including the bit about the house being under Ross’ mother’s name. Except the woman is dead so it shouldn’t be but that’s a whole other bag of shit Tony doesn’t give a damn about.

“Is he really this stupid?” he asks Bruce.

He shrugs, “he tried to shoot me with a gun he knew wouldn’t work given that I’d survived being bombed at that point so yes, I think he’s that stupid.”

Tony sighs. “I guess I should be grateful for it but something about this feels too easy.” Nothing these days is ever this easy for him, usually its Steve that gets all the luck so something is going to go wrong, he knows it.

*

Steve lets Bruce take the lead because he knows Ross the best but it doesn’t work well when he keeps deferring to Tony. Probably because he knows Peter’s suit’s information best, and the information they got from the web shooters, but still. That and he probably has the most vested interest in getting Peter back. But Bruce’s suspicions are right in that he’s not in the house- his suit was, and one of his web shooters, but Peter was nowhere to be found.

“Are you sure your scans are accurate?” Steve asks him and he knows he can’t see his face in the suit but he glares at him anyway. Steve’s cheeks turn a little red. “For a mask that thing has a surprising amount of judgement on it,” he mumbles.

“We’ve found him,” Natasha says over the comms. “Bruce was right about that army base- Clint, don’t you dare piss on- oh my god, someone get here and deal with this,” she mumbles.

Steve frowns and Bruce sighs, concentrating for a moment before he turns green and gets considerably larger. Tony’s mostly glad that the pants he made to accommodate worked and no one has to risk being exposed to Hulk dick ever again. And if Natasha isn’t concerned he assumes Peter is okay, if likely shaken. Or still in stasis. That’s probably the most preferable option, all things considered.

*

“He’s loopy,” Natasha tells him, leaning against the door frame and Tony frowns.

“Can you smell that?” he asks Steve, who looks red enough for Tony to assume that’s a yes.

“Smell what?” Nat asks, looking between the two of them and Steve sighs.

“Shit. Neither her or Clint have a strong sense of smell. Budapest,” he says in way of explanation not that Tony believes it. They say that to everything and fuck sakes he knows, he knows that’s Peter.

He pushes past Nat into the room they’ve found Peter in and his brain is already fuzzy but he forces himself to focus through the smell and attraction. Peter has bigger shit to worry about than Tony’s biology to react to his. Shit. Peter notices him fast too, perking up as he sees him and when Tony gets to him he reaches out, circling his arms around Tony and pressing his face into his neck. Tony swears for a moment he sees white and he doesn’t mean to let out a small, strangled moan in response but its almost impossible not to all things considered.

“Hey, Tony,” Peter murmurs, voice at his ear and Tony counts to ten to try and refocus.

“Hey, baby. Lets get you out of here, hmm?” He pulls away, or tries to, but Peter pulls him back fast.

“No, don’t go. Please,” he asks, voice small and eyes wide.

Jesus Christ.

*

Bruce looks over at Tony, who looks half lost himself let alone Peter, who is happily curled into his lap, face at his neck smiling away deliriously. Every time he sees some poor omega in heat he’s a little happier he’s a beta because it looks awful. “Do… do you think you can reverse that?” Steve asks.

His self control is remarkable, Bruce will give him that. His senses have to be going haywire at the moment and Tony is having a hell of a time holding back. Granted out of the two of them Bruce supposes he expects Steve to have the better self control anyway. He looks over at Peter though and winces. “I… don’t think I can,” he says not because he can’t, he’s sure he could figure it out eventually. But after so long of watching him and Tony dance around each other  it seems cruel to pull them apart when they can actually be together now.

“How the hell does that happen?” Steve murmurs.

Bruce shrugs, “no idea. Presumably some type of gene therapy but it looks like the rest of his biology is the same, including the altered bits. I don’t see why Ross would want to turn a beta into an omega, there’s no real use for that.” And of all the eugenicist ideas that have stuck around the idea that betas are useless and should be either eliminated or turned into omegas or alphas isn’t one of them. Now the assumption is mostly that they should just stick to being with each other because omegas and alphas belong together and betas don’t fit into that binary at all. There’s no real reason Ross would have done this except by accident and that’s one hell of an accident. The Nazis spent years on it and they never figured that out either, and god knows his own experiments went terribly.

“What did he want with him to begin with?” Steve asks.

Good question but they don’t have all the answers at the moment. Right now there’s like five different police agencies crawling all over that army base looking for motive and evidence. “As far as we were able to tell he wanted to know how Peter’s powers worked, and yours. But I suspect he chose to capture Peter because he’s the easier target. You’re well versed in military strategy and Peter is a stressed twenty two year old- he’d be my choice too.”

“And off the record?” Steve asks, correctly assuming that Bruce has his own theories.

He sighs, “off the record I assume he picked up my research where it left off. We found one of those spiders Oscorp had, the one that turned Peter into what he is. It looked different from the one Peter drew out for us.”

Steve snorts, “are you sure that’s not because Peter isn’t exactly a good artist?”

Bruce smiles too, looking over to Peter, who’s still curled up in Tony’s lap looking content. Tony looks like he’s given into his urges to actually react to Peter and he’s got his arms curled tightly around him, face tucked into his hair as he gently runs his fingers up and down one of Peter’s arms. “Could be that, but I doubt he got the colors wrong. They look cute together.”

He looks over at Tony and Peter but something looks off in his expression. “Yeah, I guess they do,” he murmurs.

*

Tony knows he should leave Peter be, stick him in a warm bath to cool his skin some and leave him alone but he can’t. Peter doesn’t want him to either and its hard to say no to him when he’s wanted him for so long. Peter has had an interest in him for longer, probably since before they met given that he wasn’t exactly unknown to Peter before then. He’d been so gangly and adorable and green, but full of promise and someone had to get the damn kid out of crime fighting pajamas. May might have lost her shit when she found out but Peter was Spiderman before Tony and he’d be Spiderman without him though he suspects Peter would have grown a brain cell or two and made himself a suit.

And then he got better, seemed to learn from everyone else’s mistakes and he grew up too. He stopped being so gangly and filled out, and his voice started to sound more like an actual person’s and not a squeak toy and he’s smart. He’s always had a thing for intelligence but with Peter its different than the way he usually is. Normally he likes the showy types, not unlike himself though usually they don’t present that showiness in the same way. Pepper was brilliant and had no problem showing off, but she never actually stated that’s what she was doing. She’d just do something better than everyone else and give them a look. Rhodey was the same way, except he had no problem rubbing someone’s nose in it if he felt like they didn’t get the point enough. Even Christine Everhart fell into that given that she’s tenacious and kind of an asshole, but genuinely better at reporting than most.

Then there’s Peter, who’s so quiet about his intelligence, who mostly just uses it to help people and make other people’s lives easier. Its a soft show of the way his mind works but its just… hard for him to get out of his head, the way Peter consistently manages to find easier and faster ways to evacuate people out of cities, or respond to whatever calls for their help they get, or new features for his suit that help him do his job better. People like to think of Steve as the golden boy but the truth is that he’s jaded and stubborn and sometimes that makes him mean and hard to work with. Peter is the one everyone should look toward but he’d never say so himself, even if Tony is sure he knows its true.

“Missed you,” Peter murmurs, curled right into his side, one leg thrown over Tony’s hip and his arms curled tightly around him. Every time Tony moves a little Peter clings harder and that’s adorable even if he’s sure that’ll leave bruises in the morning.

“I missed you too,” he says, running his hand up and down Peter’s back. Poor thing starts to get fussy if Tony stops, irritated that he’s no longer being scented. “Are you okay?” he asks. Its the first time he’s gotten the opportunity to ask and he can feel Peter smile.

“I can finally be with you, so yeah.” Fuck, doesn’t that just break his heart. He curls his arms tighter around Peter, earning a soft noise of happiness for it and Tony feels his heart squeeze. He’s wanted this for so long and he can finally have it so he huffs out a laugh and releases Peter from his grip. He gets a dirty look for it but Tony quickly tilts Peter’s head up and kisses him to remove the frown. Peter lets out a surprised noise and presses himself into Tony, shifting fast so he’s straddling him and Tony has no idea how they ever managed to go this long without doing this anyway.

*

When he wakes up Peter isn’t there and something doesn’t smell right. He frowns, wrinkling his nose and getting up. He feels hungover, which he knows is stupid but taking care of omegas in heat takes a lot out of someone and more out of the omega, so he has no idea where Peter has gotten off to. Can’t be far but he’s not in the bathroom so Tony decides to check the kitchen only to find him absent of that space too. He does find Steve though and he looks weirdly guilty.

“What’s up with you?” Tony asks, somewhat irritable.

Steve looks away for a moment and sighs, “whatever… whatever Ross did didn’t stick,” he murmurs and no. No. This can’t possibly- he just got Peter, he can’t give him up now.

He turns and walks out of the room fast, hoping he’ll manage to find Peter in the lab.

*

Bruce looks pained and Peter doesn’t have the patience for it because he felt his fucking heart break this morning and he has no time for Bruce’s pain too. “Please, you have to be able to do something,” he says, voice cracking.

He shakes his head though, taking a small step back. “Peter, the last time I did anything like this I turned into, as Tony not so delicately put it, a giant green rage monster. Do you seriously want to take that risk?”

Peter throws his hands up, “well I might as well!” he yells. “Because I’m tired of living like this, always skirting around my feelings because I’m a beta and I can’t date anyone who isn’t! Its bullshit Bruce and you should know that!” He’s the only other beta in the Avengers, he figures if anyone can relate is has to be Bruce. No one else has to deal with all the stupid weird laws that they have to follow to properly fulfill their role in never shaking up the alpha/omega binary that people think makes some type or equilibrium or something- he doesn’t fucking know. But he does know its all a bunch of garbage and all because people don’t like betas dating alphas or omegas, there’s no other reason to act like that.

“Peter,” a soft voice says from behind him and he turns to find Tony there. He turns back around immediately and squeezes his eyes shut because he can’t deal with this right now. “Hey,” Tony murmurs and Peter can feel his arms circle around him. He wants so badly to hug him back but he won’t, not when he knows Tony will just leave him and he can’t do it, he can’t deal with that. “Peter,” Tony says, “baby, I love you.”

He feels his breathing slow a little as he sinks into Tony’s arms but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. He can’t because Tony is telling him that to make him feel better, not because he’s actually going to stick around in their barely even was a relationship. Bruce, on the other hand, looks uncomfortable and Peter wants him to leave as much as he wants him to stay.

“You’re just going to go,” he tells Tony, “so do it.”

Tony’s arms tighten around him some and he hears Tony let out a shaky breath. “I should,” Tony says, voice cracking a little, “because you’ll be the one punished for this if anyone found out but-” his words cut out for a moment and he takes another deep breath. “But I can’t, I can’t leave you.”

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #fanfiction #alternate universe #abo fanfic #omg lmao this is so not what you wanted im so sorry

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More Than Friends ||

Chp. 23 (M)

Masterlist

CEO!Jaehyun AU x Reader

College Student!Jaemin AU x Reader

Summary: After a complicated relationship with the infamous CEO, you want nothing more than to live your life as a normal college student; however, Mr. CEO just can’t let you go.

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Warnings: Fluff —> Smut

A few days after the one night stand~

You received a text from Jaehyun: “Come over?”

You rolled your eyes. Ever since your one night stand with him, he never made it subtle whenever he wanted you in bed. To many people, it may seem that Jaehyun is using you for his own needs. However, regardless of how hard he’s fucked you, you never felt degraded or disrespected at the end of the day.

It was odd what you had with him. Though you guys fuck for fun, he treats you like a delicate doll afterward. One might even go as far as to say, a lover. He would clean you up, play some soft music, and talk about pointless things with you while laying naked on the bed.

You found that you loved his presence. He made you feel calm and comfortable. Whatever stress or anxiety that you’d previously have, will all disappear. Sometimes, you would find yourself wondering what the future would look like with Jaehyun in the picture, but you remember that your future didn’t need to have someone else to be good. That’s how you have always lived life: independent but happy.

After finding out the hard way that love doesn’t work out in the end, you’d learn to cope with it and live without it. So that is why you thought this arrangement with Jaehyun is perfect. Satisfying yet free from emotional commitment.

You replied with an eye roll emoji and headed your way to Jaehyun’s house.

As you walked up to the pavement of your usual route, you looked from across his street to the other houses. You were expecting to see rows of peaceful and luxurious houses, but what you didn’t expect to see was Soyeon walking out of the house right across from Jaehyun’s.

Panicked, you ran to Jaehyun’s house. The moment you saw him open his front door, you grabbed him and shoved him in. Both of you stumbled onto the cold, granite floor of his living room. Fortunately, Jaehyun’s large build was underneath you, protecting you from the fall. He grunted, “I know you’re horny y/n, but you didn’t have to attack me on the way here.”

You lightly slapped him a couple times in the chest, still looking at the half-opened door. “Danger. Jaehyun there’s danger!!” You whisper-shouted with panic.

Immediately, Jaehyun lifted you up on your feet and slightly pushed you behind him, shielding you. He left a small space in the door and peeked through it. In a hushed but firm tone, he worriedly asked, “What is it? Where are they? Are they reporters?”

You looked at him funny. “Why would there be reporters? It’s just my friend, she’s here!”

You stood next to him, pressing your face near his through the tiny opening of the door. You tried to point to your blonde friend and whispered, “See! That’s her!! If she knew I was here, she will never leave me alone. Plus, I never told anyone about our...” you paused, trying to find the right word, “..situation.”

Jaehyun turned his face towards yours and let out a deep chuckle, “you’re so cute.” Then he pinched your cheeks, causing you to glare at him.

“Don’t call me that or I’ll kill you,” you threatened.

Jaehyun laughed and taunted, “Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that little one?”

You stepped away from the door, offended by him calling you ‘little’ and ‘cute’ and was ready to pound on him. You walked towards him with a smirk knowing his very weakness that will inflate his ego.

Jaehyun continued cockily, “Does this cute little baby want revenge? Are you going to catch me?”

He laughed as you tried to catch up to him. The two of you continue to run around the living room like little kids as Jaehyun turned around every so often and stuck his tongue out. You grabbed a pillow on the large couch and threw it at him. He looked at you and pouted, “looks like this little baby needs to learn how to aim better.”

You squint your eyes and continued to chase him. “I said I’m not little!”

Fortunately for you, as he turned back to taunt you some more, he tripped over the pillow you previously threw at him. You laughed as he fell on the carpet and threw your hands up. “Revenge is mine!!!” You shouted gleefully, running towards the man laying on the carpet.

You jumped on top of him and began tickling him, knowing his most confidential secret is the fact that he is really ticklish. You tickled him relentlessly as he squirmed underneath you begging you to stop. You bathed in your joy as you continue tickling him, “Say you’re sorry first!” You thought for a second more and said, “wait no, say lotion.”

Jaehyun couldn’t contain his laughter as you continued tickling him. Laughing, he questioned, “but why lotion?”

You didn’t stop your moving fingers as you said, “No questions just say it Mr. Jung Jaehyun.”

He couldn’t stop laughing as he kept squirming, trying to get your hands off him and caved in, “ ok fine sorry! Lotion! Just stop tickling me!”

You smiled with a glint in your eyes, “just kidding! I won’t stop.” You laughed evilly and continued to work your hands up and down his body.

Jaehyun gasped, “You little monster!”

You heard the word ‘little’ yet again and began tickling him harder. “You said little again! I’m not showing you any mercy anymore Jung Yoonoh.”

He laughed and grabbed your wrists easily, flipping you over so that you were underneath him now. “Is that the best you’ve got my little baby?”

You got flustered suddenly. This position was no stranger to the two of you, but Jaehyun’s words made you distracted. He said ‘my little baby’ and you somehow didn’t hate it.

Jaehyun noticed the shift in your behavior and tilted his head slightly, with his deep voice he asked, “ you ok baby?”

You shook off your previous thought and took the chance of Jaehyun being distracted. You went down to tickled his knees and he fell to the side. Happily, you now sat on top of him and pridefully announced, “I won, mister cocky!”

He smirked and then softly placed his hand on your cheek. “You’re right, you did win.” He then gently swiped his thumb across your cheek, “I think this baby deserves a prize.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he still had that smirk plastered on his face. You then let out a squeal as you felt him firmly thrust his hips up. He stopped moving and with both hands, he grabbed your hips to guide you along his growing erection. You continue to moan loudly as you let him guide your hips the way he wanted to. Still smirking he said, “you know, you’re pretty loud for someone who was scared of getting caught.”

At this rate, you were too worked up to care. You placed your hands on his chest and ground on him harder and faster; panting, you told him, “Who fucking cares. You live in a huge penthouse for god’s sake. No one is going to hear us.”

After hearing your words, Jaehyun grew impatient. He reached for your dress, tearing it off. You hissed as the material of his pants got too uncomfortable for you. He sensed it and immediately dove two fingers below your panties, letting you grind on them instead. He slightly lifted his upper body and whispered in your ears, “That’s it, good girl. Grind on my fingers until you cum.”

With his other hand, he took his shirt off and then continued to whisper senseless, dirty words into your ears, kissing your jawline and down to your neck. He then sucked on your neck leaving countless marks for you to cover up later on. You ground on him faster as you were near your orgasm. He noticed your change of pace and whispered in your ears, “You’re so damn hot when you’re angry. Cum for me angel. Show me how much you love my fingers.”

With those words, you immediately felt your high rushing to you. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and moaned his name on repeat. As you rode out your high, you kissed him passionately. He moves his hand to grab your hair as the two of you swirled your tongues together, exploring the insides of your mouths like your lives depended on it.

He pulled away for air and huskily said, “Suck me with your mouth angel. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth.”

You obeyed and went down to unbuckle his pants. He never let go of his hand on your hair as you pulled his pants off. You grabbed his impressive length and licked his tip little by little, his precum falling onto your tongue. He hissed and pulled you up by the hair to face him, “No teasing or I won’t let you feel me inside you.” He warned harshly and you let out a soft, “yes sir.”

Slowly you took his length in your mouth. When you felt the tip almost touching the back of your throat you stopped. Jaehyun, on the other hand, loved seeing you gag around his cock so he thrust his hip, forcing you to take all of him. You gagged as a single stream of tears fell down your cheek. He grunted, “That’s it. Be a good girl and take all of me.”

You then bobbed your head as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth and reappear again. A mixture of saliva and cum dripped down your chin and Jaehyun let out soft groans. “Fuck right there baby. You look so beautiful. Fuck.”

You continued deep throating him as you breathed through your nose. You could feel his dick throbbing in your mouth and you felt yourself getting wet again. Jaehyun let go of his grip on your hair and gripped your chin, pulling you up to kiss him. When the two of you pulled apart for air, a string of saliva connected both your lips. Jaehyun was so turned on by the sight he dove his mouth right back onto yours, entering your mouth with no warning and tangling your tongues together. He swiftly grabbed your hips to sit onto of his dick, ripping your panties off. You let out a long moan as you enter him, his dick filling you up so well. Jaehyun continued kissing you while saying breathlessly, “Ride me baby. Ride me until I can cum all over your pretty body.”

Too turned on by his words, you obeyed him and rode him. You bounced on his dick relentlessly, making you feel so pleasurable, the only words coming out of your mouth was his name. Jaehyun lightly bit your bottom lip as you continued bouncing on his dick, the both of you so close. Your walls clenched around his length and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck baby you do that again I’m going to cum in you.”

You don’t know what got into you, but his words made you feel so turned on, almost as if you wished he did. Suddenly, Jaehyun grabbed your hips and helped you bounce on him harder and faster than before. He knew you were close to your orgasm when you clawed at his back, definitely leaving marks. He lightly bit your earlobe and moaned your name, knowing that turned you on the most. You screamed his name as your orgasm washed over you. As you come down your high, you could sense that Jaehyun was close. You mentally slapped yourself when you wanted to tell him to just cum in you. Instead, you grabbed ahold of yourself and took his dick out, letting him cum on your stomach; however, you were so tempted, you angled his dick just centimeters above your vagina. Both of you looked down as his cum dripped down along your folds. Jaehyun chuckled tiredly, “Fuck that’s hot y/n.”

You gave him a weak smile and he lifted you up onto his couch. He left the living room and came back with two towels. He gently cleaned you first, being extra careful with your sensitive area. Then he wiped himself clean. At this moment, you were too fucked out to move, so he carried you, bridal style, to his bedroom.

You vaguely remember his words as you fell asleep.

“My cute angel, you deserve more than just a one night stand.”

———

You woke up hot and bothered. You look around your surroundings and noticed that the sun hasn’t even risen yet. Next to you, you see Jaemin snoring softly as his body rose and fell.

You were so confused. Never have you dreamt about Jaehyun before. Especially not after the night with Jaemin.

The back of your mind told you that it was because you missed him. But your ice-cold heart told you it’s better to bury that thought deep inside you.

You left Jaemin’s house and took a taxi back to your house. The whole ride back, you couldn’t help but think that maybe Jaehyun does make you feel something inside. Maybe, just maybe, he is the heat inside your body that is melting your heart.

———

• How are you feeling Team Jaehyun? •

• Also, I apologize for not being able to put the “Keep Reading” on my stories. I’ve tried but it’s apparently not working. •

• I almost lost a whole chapter bc I tried adding the ‘Keep Reading’ option 😔 •

• Also, what do you think of the Highway to Heaven mv?? I absolutely loved it. It was so satisfying and lowkey cute to watch. •

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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒! 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s Halloween, ladies and gentlemen. Our beloved and most (in)famous killer is off the leash, ready to start a killing spree just when you decided to celebrate halloween in a provocative angel costume. What you’ll read next is the result of years locked up in a psychiatric hospital without someone who could help Michael with his needs.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7801

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: language, oral, smut (or something close to that lol)

𝐚/𝐧: I don't know how the law works where you live, but let's keep it legal. Also, it took me forever to write this, beware the grammar mistakes and the writing. Enjoy it!

You felt like you were going to pass out any time soon at this point. Since you found Cindy's body upstairs, you could hear the man's steps around the house cracking sounds on the wooden floor with every step being enough to get your legs failing from all the tension. You struggled to keep a steady heartbeat as well as your breathing, expecting the murderer to jump at you any moment now and end your life.

It was Halloween night. You could feel something was off when your friends invited you to the abandoned house around the block. You cursed yourself for not listening to your intuition before and now the devil was out in a hunt for the angel. It seems that you were out of luck, the small wings on your white dress could get you nowhere or you would've jumped out of the window already to escape the infamous Haddonfield killer — Michael Myers.

It has been a moment since you last heard his pace on the corridor. Carefully, you check to see if there's anyone out there and once you were sure it is clear your legs made one last effort to get to the other side of the house, hoping it could be your escape route. However, your luck didn't last long. Michael stood in the room with a dead body on the bed, not taken aback when you dashed in front of him, almost like he was waiting for this. You let out a short scream before running into another room. Not disposing of enough time to find an excellent spot for hiding, the bed would have to do and it was the quickest option that you had at the time.

Beneath the mattress, you had no strength left as your heart wanted to explode inside your chest, apparently. You were sure that if you didn't die by Myers' hands tonight you would certainly die from a heart attack due to all the scary shit you've been through so far. Thinking of any prayers you had left in your mind, the sight of black boots on the door brought you back from your thoughts. It took Michael a couple seconds to kneel down in front of your hiding spot, causing your whole body freeze. Your first instinct sent you crawling away from Michael.

Michael stood up, mimicking your movement, and his towering height disturbing your poor heart even more. He seemed curious about your next step. His cold eyes beneath the mask, unknown to you, sparkled with a quite familiar feeling to him, a blurry image tickling in the back of his brain, causing the man an unwanted reaction. His gaze followed you until you hit the back of the wall, allowing him to advance towards you. Frightened, you pushed yourself on top of the mattress in order to escape through the door but Michael's hand were fast enough to catch you before you could even breath in relief.

His strong hand let go of his knife, pushing your body against the mattress, fingers tangled with your messy hair as his other hand landed dangerously on the curve of your hips. Michael's eyes caught the newly revealed skin and his fingers so pleased pushed your dress even upper to give the man full sight of your bum. He seemed pleased as he heavily laid his hand on your ass, squeezing it before groaning with desire. You fought to escape from his grip, but it was foolish of you to believe you can outdo the man and his force.

Michael turned you around, now facing each other, so close he could feel your erratic breath against his mask. His eyes traveled through your body along with his own hand, amazed by the female presence that was sufficient to drag him out of his character. Michael's fingers brushed lightly against your covered nipple causing you to arch your back just enough for him to notice it. Then, he pinched and played with your nipples, squeezing the softness around them and feeling the smooth, cold fabric of your dress. Your hands tugged his blue mechanic suit and your legs parted slightly, inviting Michael to bring himself even closer to you. As he touched your sensitive nipples, you could feel your underwear soaked in warm wetness caused by Michael. You moaned when you felt his fingers traveling south and teasing your folds.

He pushed two thick, calloused fingers into your cunt. Michael took his time to slowly drag his fingers out before pushing even further into your tight pussy. You opened your legs even wider, the man fingering you even deeper. The adrenaline, fear and arousal turned into a delicious mess inside you — and Michael knew it. You coated his fingers in cum, his fingers touching just the right spot inside your pussy that made your walls clench and sent you to heaven. Michael's fingers went to your mouth, which you gladly open to taste the sweetness from your cum. When you swallowed up to his knuckles, you saw his eyes getting even darker in lust, the man groaned. He has been so kind to you, allowing you to cum and take pleasure from his fingers... The least you could do was to pay him back.

Licking your lips, your hands released from the suit his hard, huge cock. Once you got closer to his member, Michael quickly grabbed your hair, wary and stiff, but he relaxed as he felt the warmth of your breath on his cock. You closed your lips around his smooth member, flicking your tongue around the sensitive head before swallowing him deep. Michael moaned loudly as you continued to work on his shaft, surprised by how sensitive he was to your touches. When he pulled out, a thin string of saliva followed before wetting your chin. You seemed frustrated that he didn't finish in your mouth, but the man has been all self control the entire night. He wanted no more than to rip your dress off and fuck you senseless, especially making you choke on his cock and gag with his cum, but he did intend to make you choke in other ways as the night wasn't over yet.

Michael positioned himself, brushing his cock slightly against your clit before entering your wet cunt. Your walls stretched around him, feeling so painfully full. You should've guessed that with a big man comes a big cock before putting it into your mouth. Eager to fill you up, Michael dragged his cock out of your pussy before slamming it into you, merciless. It was the most delicious pain you've ever had, his cock hitting your limits, causing some pressure that led you closer to cumming. You dug your nails into his shoulders, your walls clenching around his cock as you came hard. You tried to hold back the moans, but Michael worked so well inside you. The man also didn't seem to care about keeping it quiet, he let out guttural noises as he pounded harshly onto you.

Closer to his own limit, Michael clenched his fist around your neck, losing control of his own pace inside you. He continued to fuck you senseless, tightening the grip dangerously as he climbed higher in his climax. You could barely breath. Your hands tugged on his clothes, desperately seeking both releases. His eyes didn't leave you any second, aroused by the image of his strong hand choking his victim. He let out the dirtiest moan, spilling his hot seed inside your cunt.

You gasped heavily, taking as much air as you could. You both panted after the heavy sex making session. Michael slowly brushed his fingers around the marks on your neck, seeming pleased with his own work. You brought him closer and kissed his mask where the lips are supposed to be. He welcomed the gesture, squeezing your tight before pulling back.

He adjusted his clothes and took the chance to leave. You felt almost as if you went to heaven twice, taken there by Michael himself. Oh, but Michael certainly knew the angel you are, otherwise he wouldn't have been so generous to you that night. Alone in the room, you wish he hadn't left, especially not after what happened. But what did you expect? He was Michael Myers after all. You just hoped you would see him again next Halloween, although you weren't sure if you'd have the same luck next time.

#okay the ending is shitty but it's been sitting on my drafts forever and i needed to post it ncksmxka #michael myers oneshot #michael myers #slashers #michael myers fanfic #slashers oneshot #michael myers imagine #michael myers imagines

[smileykeijser]

Hey, I'm having a bit of a rough night. Do you happen to have some piece of writing you could share? About anything, really, I just need to read something good

hello lovely, I’m sorry you’re having such a rough night, here’s some sort of finished elippo smut that’s been in my drafts for a while (it’s unfinished but can definitely be read, there is a tie off point). 

Elia’s hot breath wafted over Filippo’s ear, gravelly voice breaking the spell they were both so taken with, “I need you now.”

Elia could hear the shaky breath Filippo let out, right into Elia’s ear, thrumming with desire, and at the very highest pitch, so faint Elia could barely hear it, a whimper, something needy and delicious that bled across Elia’s tongue and coated his tongue with lust, thick and heady he could lap it up with ease.

“Eli,” and god, if Elia thought he had had a difficult task a minute earlier holding himself back from ravishing the beautiful boy in the middle of an alley in thick air that was steadily growing darker, the temptation only grew stronger with his own name perched on the boy’s tongue.

“We’re going to go home, you’re going to strip down to nothing but your tattoos, and I’m going to fuck you senseless baby,” and at that, Filippo let out and ungodly sound, guttural and overdrawn, just like the ones he breathed out when Elia was hot and hard inside him. “And I’m going to turn your ass nice and pink, just the way I like it.”

“Please,” Filippo whimpered, desperate fingers clinging to Elia’s shirt, cock growing hard against Elia’s thigh, “please.”

“Let’s go,” Elia initiated the separation, withdrawing from the embrace with reluctance weighing his limbs down, taking in the shuddering frame of his boyfriend as they clasped hands and walked   — no tumbled —  down the alleyway.

They expertly wound their way through short-cuts that halved their journey, and soon they were at the door, Elia’s fingers tiptoeing under Filippo’s shirt, pressing heated points into his skin, causing the boy to fumble with his keys, cursing Elia’s inability to keep his hands to himself under his breath.

With the door closed behind them, Elia wasted no precious seconds delaying the inevitable, not when he could, with a few steps, press the boy to the wall, and map Filippo’s body with his own. So he did, pushing through the thick, lust rich air to press their legs together, to feel the outline of Filippo’s hard cock against his own, to puncture the tension with his lips on the boy’s skin.

He flirted kisses down Filippo’s neck, pale skin warm beneath his lips. The way he was rewarded with feather light brushes of breath from his boyfriend encouraged him to go gentle, to kiss the tender patches to elicit the most expressive sounds from the boy and lick swooping paths up the column of his throat. However, the way Filippo’s fingers were digging into Elia’s waist, sharp, bordering on painful, urged Elia to nip, to bite at the skin, to suck purpling marks into the flesh that would bring Filippo arching up towards him, leaving him desperate and needy.

It seemed Filippo appreciated his taking the second path, as the moment Elia bit the juncture of his neck the boy practically whimpered in his ear, tugging at Elia’s hips in urgency, trying to grind their cocks together, even though they were still confined to fabric chambers. The feeling of Filippo’s hot cock through his jeans was nearly too much for him, he reigned himself back lest he spin the boy around with rough hands and tug Filippo’s pants down to launch an attack against his asshole. Lust flared within his core, hot and sparking desire through his entire being, revealing a demanding side to him, to the part of him that craved the boy more than anything, and from his lips, without his own consent spoke sharply.

“No.” Licking a circle around the newest of the bites, darkening with every second, his hands found Filippo’s hips, forcing the two apart.

“Fuck,” the word trembled on Filippo’s lips, finally falling, as Elia’s eyes took in his. Filippo’s eyes were always dark, it was, in Elia’s opinion, one of the most compelling features the boy posessed. Whether they were the only dark thing in a morning ringed with sunlight or he fell into them like the night sky around them, Elia could never tear his own eyes from them. That time was no exception, in fact, the pupils were threatening to swallow the iris, and with the already hazy look about him, Elia couldn’t help the guttural grumble that he released.

Elia remembered the way Filippo had shivered at his commands back in the alley, how he had done nothing but shudder in his arms, and then Elia spoke. His voice sounded barely his own, sharper around the edges, deeper, commanding.

“Get on your knees,” and for a moment, just a moment he wondered if he had broken the spell. If suddenly the dulled edges of reality would sharpen and Elia would let his tone even out again and they would work each other through their orgasms with lazy hands tugging at cocks and lips pressed together with no urgency. He would’ve taken any route to orgasm with the man he loved, but when Filippo sucked in a burst of breath and blinked out a cluster of fluttering eyelashes before lowering himself down, eyes clinging to Elia’s like a lifeline, Elia felt his insides become molten.

Elia thought the sight of Filippo, the boldest, most confident person who was normally so rich with comebacks, kneeling before him at his express order, was possibly the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Filippo’s eyes were wide as saucers from the angle, and an almost giddy smile was curved upon the boy’s sinfully pierced lips. He made Elia’s mouth water, and with a dominance that had only recently revealed itself within him, Elia reached down and roughly combed his fingers through Filippo’s colourless locks. The move was sharp enough to tug on the boy’s head, and Filippo’s head tipped back easily, as if he hadn’t been resisting the motion at all, happily bearing his throat with unabashed enjoyment.

“Now,” Elia spoke, fingers still nestled in the boy’s hair, which was even more mussed than it had already been from their night out. At the sound of Elia’s voice, Filippo’s plush pink tongue darted out, swiping across his lower lip, as if he was lapping up the situation as much as could, savouring the taste of Elia’s demanding voice and demeanor. “You’re going to take my cock out and put your pretty mouth to good use.”

Elia shuddered as Filippo snapped to in an instant, fingers zipping down his fly with expert ease, as if he had been patiently waiting for Elia’s say so to jump to action. Filippo’s hands worked swiftly to shove Elia’s pants down around his ankles, never breaking the heady eye contact they were holding, and with one last artful flick of his wrist, Filippo tugged Elia’s cock from his boxers. Instantly, despite the forced break of eye contact, Filippo took the head of Elia’s cock neatly between his beautiful, slick lips and sucked, roping a litany of praise from Elia.

“That’s it baby,” Elia panted out, pressing his palms against the wall to brace himself as he pressed forward, watching with awed eyes as his cock slipped even further into Filippo’s mouth without fault, Filippo just clung to Elia’s thigh with one hand, using the other to tease Elia’s balls.

“Fuck yeah, Filo, you take my cock so well,” Elia mumbled as Filippo’s tongue worked its wicked way around his length, rough compared to the slick heat of the rest of his mouth, and incredibly addicting. “I could do this all day baby, just push into your gorgeous mouth, it’s like it was made for my cock.”

Elia’s ramblings were spurred on by the whines Filippo let out when Elia spoke, the wavering, shaky, high pitched frequencies that rumbled along Elia’s shaft and sent tremors through his being.

Elia was no stranger to the suction and heat, the expert that Filippo’s blowjobs were, but he was alight with the power, the control he felt, his hand tight in Filippo’s hair, choosing just how fast the strokes were, or how luxuriously lazy they could turn, all from his hand, his touch. And when he felt himself near to falling, hitting the craved high like a ton of bricks, he had the control to stop.

Even though he could think of little better than the look of Filippo’s cock stretched lips swallowing him down, and the pink tongue he could feel rubbing circles under the head of his cock reaching out to lick up the excess come, or having to suck his own fingers into his mouth to get the come off, he imagined his cock, shades darker than Filippo, sliding in and out of his tight hole, constricting as Filippo crashed into his orgasm, had him practically seeing stars.

Elia forced himself to tug his hand backward and pull Filippo’s lush mouth from his cock. Filippo made no attempt to lick up the spit that dribbled down his chin, a concession for his come, Elia thought. Though Filippo’s eyes had not left Elia since he ceased having his cock down his throat, Elia tipped the boy’s head back even more, looking deeply into his eyes, dark as ever and pliable under his touch.

Seconds, taut and hefty passed, and finally, Elia spoke.

“Look at you,” Elia pulled an extra tug at the boy’s hair, nudging a satisfying ‘ngh’ from his throat, “totally wrecked.”

Peripherally Elia spotted a movement, Filippo’s hand drifting toward his own crotch, where his cock was, no doubt, excruciatingly hard and trapped in the agonizing and unrelenting pressure of his jeans. Elia easily could have let it slip and let the boy palm himself on his own term, but no, tonight was his, and so he nudged the boy’s foot away with his own, and under the touch, Filippo’s eyes gleamed.

“As soon as I let you go, you’re going to have a minute to strip down and present yourself for me on the bed.”

With Elia loosening his grip on the boy’s hair, Filippo nodded slightly. “And one more thing, “Elia added, “don’t you put a finger on your cock.”

#dom/sub tones #elippo #skamit #skam italia #elia santini #filippo sava

[bouncyirwin]

The WIP game

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to 👀 what they’re working on. 

This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, fanwork, or original work!

I was tagged by my brilliant partner in crime @denilmo , @notesintheflyleaf and @groovy-hottub-llama

All my WIPs are for the Naruto fandom. Some are NSFW but you’ll get a warning next to the title of these. I have so many WIPs but I’m only going to mentions the ones I’m actively writing right now.

*I’m also going to exclude Querencia from this list as it’s something I’m co-writing with Deni and instead I’m focusing on my individual works for this post.*

I’m tagging: @mydarlingl0ve @mouseymightymarvellous @moonfox22 and @raendown

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Resolutions - part 2 In which Sakura realises it isn't too late to find happiness and lets go.

“Oh.”

“Sakura?” Kakashi’s worried voice came from across the table. He had come over for lunch earlier and stayed to help make dinner for Sarada who was due to return from her four days mission tonight. “What does it say?”

Meanwhile, Sakura was fighting down white-hot pain and anger. She shoved the letter Kakashi’s way, her heart racing in her chest and her fingers trembling. She watched as Kakashi’s eyes scanned the letter and his face morphed into an expression of anger. “This is horseshit.”

Sakura squeezed her eye shut and took a deep, tremulous breath. “Yes, apparently, this is very inconvenient and if I were pregnant it doesn’t matter.” her brow ticked, “Hand me a fresh paper Kakashi.”

He complied and watched silently as she began to write.

Your Highness,

Seeing as I am such an inconvenience, I’ll cut this short and blunt (how you like it, clearly) because you’re being a whole new brand of annoying: I want a divorce.

 A Shift in Space - Chapter 3 - time travel Naruto Uzumaki was forced to watch every single friend he's ever cared about die except for one. Together, they will fix this. Together they'll rewrite fate.

For a split second— the time Shikamaru allowed himself a fleeting glance in Naruto’s direction— the blond thought he was going to refuse Gai. That the Nara was going to come up with a brilliant escape route none can see through and their training session would be over.

But then Shikamaru squared his shoulders and easily crossed the space from the edge of the field to where Neji stood, standing rigidly in front of him.

Neji arched an elegant eyebrow, lilac eyes narrowing speculatively as he sized up his opponent. But then he smirked and Naruto sighed again. Well, there was nothing to be done now.

Hyuuga Neji was about to taste defeat served cold. Haven’t everyone learned their lesson when it came to underestimating a Nara?

(tentatively titled) Scatted Sakura - Time Travel Sakura is a brilliant ninja and an unrivalled medic but she’s not a miracle worker. When Tsunade orders her to stop the Uchiha massacre, Sakura’s anything but the mighty warrior with the fists that shatter the earth. Instead, Sakura finds herself on Uchiha Fugaku’s doorstep, asking for a job.  

She walks on senseless legs, shuffling into her small bathroom. The clinical white light hanging overhead hurts her retinas, makes her reflection look even more ghostly, further deadening her dulling green eyes. She tentatively thinks that she looks like death warmed over.

Minutely trembling fingers fumble with the sink and icy water comes gushing out in a forceful stream. Sakura gulps down a lungful and ducks beneath the tap, submerging her head under the running water.

It grows gradually colder, the porcelain she’s holding onto icier beneath her fingertips; her lungs strain and shivers embed deep in her bones like needles.

Sakura resurfaces with a gasp, panting, her face flushed from the upward rush of blood to her head and glares at her reflection. Get it together. Get it together, Haruno. Get it together before you crumble to dust.

Sakura dresses, throwing on her usual shinobi attire, complete with the flak jacket and weapons pouch and then grabs her mission pack and stacks it with what she needs. Her house is mostly bare, filled only with the necessities and valuables. Her eyes sweep around the pale walls, the disorganised desk, her dishevelled bed and pause only when they land on a familiar item on her nightstand.

She hesitates. And then she’s grabbing Team 7’s team photo and shoving it into her bag alongside her stuff.

Underneath The Underneath - Chapter 13 Our past is what defines us; what shapes us into the people we are. And Sakura… Sakura would've never guessed Kakashi was the product of so much suffering. With every strange dream, another piece of the puzzle is found; and with every vision, they grow a step closer to completion.

"Does it really scare you to lose me?"

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, and she could see how taken aback he was by her question but she held his conflicted gaze; watched the myriads of emotions flickering through them with intensity.

His mouth opened beneath the mask, and closed before opening once more. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and he asked quietly, "What do you think?"

Charcoal orbs poured into her with surprising clarity, and she found the words tumbling out of her lips without permeable, "Sometimes I think you're just afraid of failing your precious people. Other times... it feels like you're too emotionally invested to be okay with it..."

"And?" He asked, hearing the slight echo in her words that suggested she may have had more to say.

"And..." she hesitated for a split second before taking the plunge. "Sometimes I think it's just me."

Untitled ItaSaku time travel Team 7 stumble upon a future, happily married ItaSaku on a supply mission.

The closer they drifted to the end of the hallway, the easier it was to make out the sounds of people conversing.

“This is all sensei’s fault, we should’ve never listened to him! I knew I was a cat-person for a reason.” A distressed female voice echoed through the hallway, making team 7 pause in their tracks.

“Sweetheart, we agreed to test it.” A distinctly male voice responded. “We can’t turn back time, I’m sure Grandma Cat can help us figure something out, calm down.”

“But what if we get stuck here?! Who’ll pick Rei from school? My poor baby, he’ll be all alone, please Itachi, can’t your Sharingan help? You’ve seen the jutsu Kakashi-sensei cast, perhaps we can find a way to reverse it.”

Untitled KS smut…. NSFW (this is your warning) Dom!Kakashi. Basically, really kinky stuff.

She could sense him nearby, so close her skin prickled with phantom caresses but never quite touching anywhere beyond their point of content. Her eyes are blindfolded, her wrists bound above her head and her senses on high alert, tingling waves spreading from her core to wash over the rest of her.

Kakashi continues with his maddening pace, knowing exactly where to press, exactly how to angle his fingers, but never hurrying his movements, never breaking the steady rhythm. Her whole body throbs with it, pulses and stutters around him pleadingly, her stomach taut, her toes curled with tension.

(the cleanest bit I was able to find for a snippet. Everything else is too filthy. Oops.)

#wips #tags #thanks for the tag

[cupnoodle-queen]

Chasing Suns: Chapter 14 Loose Ends

1,486 words

And we’re back! Sorry for the brief story hiatus. Like I said, smut took precedence. But I’m hoping to have this wrapped up within a week or so, cause LORDY THE HC’s and drabbles I have planned.

Tagging the best baes and soulmate squad, @nifwrites @blindbae and @themissimmortal <3 <3 you ladies give me life

Gladio stepped out of the barracks, Cam’s kiss still fresh on his lips and heart going a mile a minute as if he’d gone for a quick jog. She was growing on him. Not that he’d complain much...but he had to talk to Steph, and soon. The idea of it was enough to put a bad taste in his mouth, eliminating all trace of his soulmate’s cloying presence, but it was necessary otherwise he was just plain cheating and that wasn’t a fibre of his makeup.

He’d have to be honest with her; That there was someone else, that he felt their relationship well was running dry, that Cam was actually there the majority of the time and he needed something more than the odd shag now and then. Call it maturing, call it side effects of Astral interference. Gladio was ready for more, ready to inject purpose back into his life. Seeing Ignis and his soulmate Raine with their doting son together only fueled that desire, one he’d all but given up on after that day in the Lestallum market when he’d let her get away. 

He couldn’t do that again.

Steph didn’t want that life, for reasons from her past that he was well aware of. Back when she first told him he could easily say fuck it to aspirations; he needed a distraction, a getaway, a sentimental touch to counter the pain. Something to make him forget. Something to make him feel. But now they didn’t mesh and she went against his grain. He couldn’t make her happy. She couldn’t make him happy.

But Cam could…

Dave nodded at him and approached, a question in his tired expression. “Everything alright?” 

Gladio grunted. “Is what it is. Need something?”

“Actually, yeah. The Marshal’s looking to up patrols near the city, in light of recent events.” Dave pulled a folded and heavily creased map of Lucian roads and highways from his back pocket, pointing out areas traced in red marker. “These are the routes, if you’re up for it. Decent pay, just long hours. We’ve got Stevens on this route but we can’t send him out alone…” 

There was a slight air of desperation in Dave’s voice, Gladio could detect it and he frowned; they needed the help, he knew no one else was accepting this patrol because of the sheer quantity of daemons that lingered on the city outskirts, waiting with hopes that the power would go out...He’d seen it firsthand once as a fill-in on a patrol many moons ago. Being in his nature to help those who needed it, Gladio nodded. “Alright, I’ll take care of it.”

Dave all but breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, much appreciated. I’ll text you a digital scan with GPS coordinates-”

 Carmine locks of hair demanded attention from Gladio’s peripherals. “Thanks, sorry, gotta run.” He left Dave and jogged towards Steph, calling her name as she was opening the door to her vehicle.

When he reached her she paused, one foot in and the other still on solid ground. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”

Frosty, apathetic; she must have still held insult from his blatant disregard for her from earlier that evening, before the behemoth battle. Gladio tried his best to be approachable. “Got a minute? Would really like to talk to you about some things.” 

Steph’s expression didn’t waiver, an almost blank canvas devoid of emotion. “Does it look like I have time? I’m heading out, can it wait?”

“It’s kind of important,” Gladio replied, taking a step away from her, the ice in her words almost tangible. “How long will you be gone?”

“One, maybe two days.”

 His hands balled into tight fists. “You sure you don’t have time, for me?”

A heavy sigh deflated her lungs and she rolled tired eyes his way, ire in her voice. “I’m already behind schedule with that asshole showing up,” - she gestured to the dead behemoth overhead - “and Hammerhead is waiting on this gil ration to pay for a shipment of MREs. Any later than I already am and my job’s on the line. Unless you’re fine being the reason I get fired-”

Without warning Gladio pounded a fist against the hood of Steph’s car, exasperation getting the better of him as he narrowed his eyes at her and stormed off.

Steph watched him walk away in the rear view mirror and tutted, closing the car door before driving through the bloodied tunnel entrance and out of HQ. Once under the cover of the tunnel, she dialed a memorized number, two short rings and a familiar voice answered. They were anticipating her call. “So? You have good news, I trust.”

 “Negative,” Steph replied, “the behemoth was barely a distraction for them, it was felled far too quickly for me to access everything required. They only have dibs on what happened in the armory, though, but it’s only a matter of time before they make any connections.”

 “Fair enough,” the voice while not displeased responded in a mixed tone. “So long as you are not held accountable for any of the discrepancies they happen upon, we’re good.”

 “They’re none the wiser, have their sights on the new girl and she’s gotten the blame for it. Though that initiate could rat me out, still....”

The voice on the other line chuckled low, dark. “Another loose end to tie up, my dear?”

 Steph smirked as she accelerated out of the tunnel. “It would seem so.”

Cam’s new job was, in a word, unextraordinary.

She took a break from sharpening the stack of dull blades, leaning on the booth’s counter and watching the same two veteran hunters bicker over their kill count for the second time today. They’d been on hunts and back again in the time she’d stood in one spot, tending to the near endless pile of knives, daggers and swords that needed refinement, repetitive mundane work that bored her senseless. Sure, perhaps she’d enjoy the lackluster task several weeks ago, but today? She felt restless, the body of a fighter restricted to confined quarters. 

The phone call from the night before was back on her mind. Iris had called and asked Cam if she would be willing to do something her own brother would not: train her. She wanted to become a hunter, and help make a difference. Though Cam initially denied it flat-out, saying it wasn’t the right time, but Iris said something that had her reconsidering: “When will it be the right time for me, then? When the power finally gives and the city is taken over by daemons, and I’m backed into an alley? I have no one else, Cam. Gladio barely visits anymore because they have him so busy there, and the Crownsguard members are constantly on call. I’m all alone, Cam...I need to be able to watch my back.” 

In all regards she was right; there eventually would come a time in her life when she’d need to know how to defend herself, be it a disaster in Lestallum or otherwise. Her age did nothing to phase Cam as it did with Gladio, if anything it made her more ripe to train so she could get a head start. 

And the fact that she too, was alone in this...to say it struck a chord in her was an understatement.

Gladio would not be okay with it. Period. She had to be willing to compromise whatever kind of relationship was germinating between them for the sake of training the seventeen year old girl. Perhaps her approach could sway his favour, if she laid out the reasons and proved she knew what she was doing, maybe throwing in some compliments to her trainer and saying she learnt from the best might help...It was futile. He wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea. There had to be a way, though...

A truck sped through HQ, much faster than considered appropriate given the fact there were people walking about the area. It slammed on the brakes and skid into park near where the two veteran hunters were seated by the food vendor. An older hunter got out, already in hysterics and the two bickering veterans rushed to his aid, asking what was wrong and trying to shake some sense into him as he was a mess. The man was weeping, red faced and hunched over, and though a fair distance from her Cam could tell he was trembling. “M-my boy, they got my boy…”

In his hands he clutched a hooded sweatshirt, unmistakably child sized and coated in reddish-pink blotches.

Anguished fury swelled in Cam’s heart at the sight. Without hesitation, without a plan, Cam pulled out her phone and called Iris. She didn’t have to wait long for her to pick up.

“I’ll train you on one condition,” she breathed, the memory of Nolan’s last night alive pulled from the recesses of her mind.

“Promise you’ll slay every last daemon that walks the face of Eos with me.”

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