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crispycreep69 · 4 years

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Sweet Escape

Yeah this is Smut. Brian and Tim and gender neutral reader! I tried my best with it!

warnings: Blindfolded, semi-public stuff? 18+ , 2k+ words, NSFW

You roll your shoulders and groan, placing a hand on your hip to rub at your sore lower back. Your body jostles as the train takes a quick turn forcing you to tighten your grip on the bar in front of you. You turn to look at Brian, but find that he is no longer at your side. You glance around, startled. Spotting him through a few people, you see that he had found a seat. You smirk, eyes trailing up his form. He side-eyes you back, perfectly content to openly oogle you from afar. As the train jostles again, you give a rough grunt as your quickly tiring arms strain with the force of keeping you up. Brian frowns at your discomfort and tilts his head to the side in question. You give him a curious look, eyes narrowing. He grins at you and motions his head in a ‘come-here’ signal. You glance around yourself. A woman yawns into her hand, clutching her bag close. A man across from you sneezes. A sleeping child lays across his father's lap. Your attention turns back to Brian once more.

At the next stop, people file off as you take your strides to be by Brian’s side. Someone beats you to the seat though, an old lady- holding her cane out in front of her. You grunt quietly, annoyed. Brian chuckles, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you to him. The train begins to move.

“Just sit in my lap, we’re almost at our stop anyway,” He says lowly. You weigh out the pros and cons of it. Deciding to take up the pros. Pro- Brians lap, Pro- possibly being held by Brian. Your eyes trail down his form once more, to his big thighs. Pro- sitting on those big thighs. His toothy grin catches your attention once more, he knew exactly what you were thinking. Con- public space… Con- Tim might get jealous… Though the first con had your breath hitching in your throat at the thought of you grinding against his thighs ever so slowly as not to attract too much attention. As another lurch of the train has you falling into his steady chest you decide- Pro it is.

His large hands wrap around your frame as you settle into his lap. The pure mass of Brian was almost overwhelming. His breath tickling the back of your neck as he moves to rest his chin on your shoulder. His beefy arms bring you closer to him and you find yourself leaning back into his touch. Heat radiates from the places where his body meets yours and you find your mind suddenly full of impurity. His strong legs settle underneath you to find a comfortable position, your head lulls back to meet his shoulder. His arms tighten around you as the train bumps around once more. The slow shift of his thighs send waves of heat through you, settling in your lower stomach as you shiver slightly in his arms.

You can feel the grin against your neck as he turns his head towards you to press light kisses, you hold in a gasp as he suddenly speaks.

“Be good and we’ll give you a treat when we get home,” Brian says, he's the only one there but you know exactly what he’s talking about. It's the first night that all of your schedules match up perfectly to allow the opportunity to bask in one another's presence. The husky whisper into your ear excites you even further.

The shift of his powerful legs beneath you send waves of heat rushing to your core. The train jolts again, making the fabric of his jeans rub against you- holding in a gasp you give a teasing buck of your hips. He growls as your ass hits his crotch. His kisses turn sloppier, his tongue travelling the expanse of your neck. He tightens his hold on you, the train jolts again. His expert mouth finds a spot on your neck that has you sucking in a sharp breath of air. Your hips move a little more, setting a slow enough pace that no bypassers would be able to guess what was happening. The rhythm of your body blending in with the trains jolts as it bumps along the tracks.

“Stop A-17,” a monotone robotic voice speaks over the intercom. Brian hums against your skin, pulling away as he moves to stand up. You squeak as he stands with you still held tightly in his arms. Chuckling, he sets down lightly on your feet, leaning down to whisper.

“If you think you’d get away with that so easy then you’re dead wrong baby,” You flush heavily at his words, looking up at his already turned face. You scowl in his direction as he leads the two of you off the train and to the car.

You grin mischievously at Brian’s back as he walks ahead of you, you can see that the very tips of his ears are red in a blush. Had you affected him that much? At his stop to find the keys, you wrap your arms around his waist to hug him from behind.

“Aww how cute, are you blushing for me?” You whisper huskily in his ear. He responds with a growl, whipping you around to the front of him. You back hits the solid car, yelp falling from your lips at the sudden outburst. Brian’ narrow eyes stare down your squirming figure. His hips press ever so slightly into yours and you can feel something hard press on your inner thigh. His hand comes and wraps itself around your throat, giving a pleasant pressure that sends your mind reeling.

“Can’t even make it to the car, hun?” He says, giving a testing thrust of his hips. You bite on your lips to hold back a groan, the man before you, pressed against you, making you dizzy. It was too much, his big hand around your throat, your smaller form being caged between his much larger one.

“I don’t know if I can,” You admit and he flashes you a grin.

“Then I guess you’d better sit in the back. Tim and I have a nice surprise for you at home.” He simply states, releasing his hold on you and retreating to get to the driver's seat. You sit in the back.

Before you know it, Brian is opening the front door for you as you both finally make it home. Tim looks up from his place on the couch, smiling at the both of you. You smile back, going to set your things back in your room. Curious to see what they have planned, you head back out to the common space but find it unoccupied. Confused, you look around, wondering where your boys could be.

“Tim?” you call out, wanting to have given him some affectionate smooches. No response. You grumble to yourself as you move to sit on the couch. Before you can even touch it something is thrown over your eyes, a panicked gasp escaping your lungs as you push back against whoever your attacker may be.

“Shhh,” a voice whispers in your ear, light kisses being pressed to the back of your neck. “Welcome home, babe.” Tim says. You relax a bit, still worried why you were being blindfolded.

“Thanks? Whats going on?” You say, Tim leads you through your house and to what you assume is a bedroom.

“You’ll see,” He responds back. You grumble once again, mocking his words. He pinches your side and you squeal a bit. Your squeak is cut short as another pair of arms lift you and spring you towards what you hope is a bed. Your assumption is correct as your body hits something soft and bouncy. You bite your lip awaiting one of your lover’s next move. Brain is first, his slow methodical footsteps advancing towards you from your left. A weight is pushed on the end of the bed- Tim, you believe.

Your foot is suddenly yanked towards a body, your hands flying up to feel your way through it. Your hands are met with a bare chest, you grope a little here and there not caring who it is only focusing on the feeling of the delicious warmth beneath your palms. Brian grunts as you squeeze one of his nipples, you can feel him lean down and soon light kisses are peppered on your stomach. Tim starts to work on taking your clothes off. Soon you’re bare beneath your two lovers, Tim’s mouth pressed hotly to yours as Brian continues his advances down your body. Your hand tangles in Brian’s hair as he presses a kiss to your core. You tug on his locks, wanting to bring him up to you. Skip the foreplay tonight, all you wanted was them to fuck you until you couldnt speak. Brian grunts, but moves so that your back is on his chest, Tim taking the front.

Tim gingerly presses soft kisses on your exposed chest, you can hear the sound of skin on skin as he pumps his cock in preparation. You shiver in delight as you feel him rub it along your slit. A chuckle from behind you is heard as Brian takes in your shivering form, your blindfolded eyes search for where exactly he might be. You don’t search for long as his hands find your waist, his already hard cock rubbing between your thighs. Your hips move in rhythm with his thrust, the teasing driving you crazy with lust and want.

“Just fuck me already,” You growl to either one of them, both of the little shits not giving you what you want. Brian chuckles once again.

“You don't get it that easy,” He says, lining up with your entrance. “Beg.” He says simply. Gaping at what he said, you take a moment to absorb his words. Tim moves to suck on your collarbone, the sound of him jerking himself off not helping your lust driven mind.

“Please, fuck me, Brian please,” You force out, trying your best to force your hips back into him. He hums, seemingly pleased with your response and enters you in one fluid motion. You toss your head back, back arching as he sets a ruthless pace. Tim starts to groan, both form the sight before him and the self-pleasure he's giving himself. The noise doesn't go unnoticed by you as you reach out to find him. His hand finds yours and he leads it down to his cock, letting you take over. You moan as Brian hits a particularly deep part within you, your body jolting from the shock- an unconscious squeeze of Tim’s dick in your hand. Tim hisses out from the pleasure, hips stuttering into your hand. Brian thrusts, deep and driven leave you whimpering and gasping for air. You set the same pace with your hand on Tim’s dick, going from the base to the Tip, matching every jerk of Brian’s cock within you.

You feel a familiar tightening in your lower stomach as Brian abuses the spongy spot within you, every deep thrust making you see stars as he seems to hit it over and over and over again. You moan out, hips moving in tandem with him, wanting to meet your end and feel the bliss of it all. Tim’s own hips begin to buck into your palm, you fast-paced handjob moving him quickly towards an orgasm. He’s the first to come un-done, thin white strands of cum releasing all over your hand. Brian’s grunts tell you that he’s not too far behind. You’re the next, yelping out a mix of both of their names as your head is sent into the clouds. Brian is last, his grip of your hips tightening as he releases within you.

Brian pulls out, a soft squelch accompanying the movement. Tim removes your blindfold, kissing you on the lips as he moves you to a lying position. Brain disappears to find a washcloth as Tim lays down beside you, wrapping a loose arm around your side, and nuzzling into your neck.

“I missed you,” He whispers into you and you smile, nodding sleepily.

“Me too,” you mumble out, turning your head to press a kiss to the top of his. Brian returns and cleans you off- including your hand. He takes his place on the other side of you, the two of them warming your body. You hum, satisfied to even be in the presence of your partners. Brian wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your chest as the three of you doze off into a well needed sleep.

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hazbinextgeneration · 3 years

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Into The Casino Ch13

Disease wa quick to catch up with the pretty pony down the hall and she seemed just a little rattled from the intense asking. Lou seemed to be VERY against the idea, but..she did it. SHE DID IT!! The feeling brought a small proud feeling to her as she silently marveled at her small victory. She can't believe she actually did that! And it worked!...But she would slow down. She only got this far by sheer luck, best not to push it too far. Especially when Disease casually strode up to her with a raised brow.

"Ssso. You wanna go sssee the bird brain?," he questioned raising a brow to her. She paused. It took her a moment for her to gather her senses enough for her to reach into her dress pocket and pull out the small pink business card from it, Disease flicked his tongue at it and slowly took it from her once his senses registered it as harmless. His smile never leaving. "I-...Can you take me there?" Her finger reached out and pointed to the small address under the fancy club name written on it, and Disease chuckled. "Nah. You don't to worry that pretty little head off. Wouldn't be the first time I went down to sssteal a few secrets from there.~" He gestured for her to follow and she blinked before slowly trailing after him. Walking there instead of using the armored limo was a new feeling. It reminded her of the week she spent finally free of that horrible cage, only to wonder the streets for almost a whole week, homeless, hungry, and hoping she wouldn't get mugged when she took short naps in doorways. Everyone always looking at each other like they would suddenly snap and be at each other's throats, and she was always afraid that someone was going to be her. Again those feelings came back as she glanced around the red sky and run down looking buildings. Compared to Lou's casino, these looked much less taken cared of and she couldn't help but shiver at what was inside of them. Strangers? Drugs? Or maybe something much, much worse. Disease didn't at all fazed by what was going on around them though. Humming and flicking his tongue out every so often, like this was just another day on the job for him and for all she knew it probably was. After all he did say it wouldn't be his first time going down there to find out secrets, but she didn't know what secrets he could possibly want. Rita and him despite being on such ...tense terms seemed to get along alright. Or maybe not, what did she know. But her attention went back to the snake when he inched himself with a growl...and she leaned back instantly. Did he have....fleas?! A moment later he seemed back to normal and resumed whistling. ...She had no idea what this man could do. She had a couple ideas for Lou and Cyber with what power they had demonstrated. Lou's plants were a key part of him and he seemed very calculating by his eyes. So did Cyber but they seemed to be calculating in different way. Lou was like a gambling man, watching his every move carefully. Mentally rolling the dice as it was, looking at all the choices and trying each one before going for the one that seemed to work. Cyber's way of calculating was...well like this computer thing Lou told her about. Calculating the most likely outcomes and going straight for it. There was no denying she was as much of a powerhouse as she was smart. But she literally knew nothing about this serpent other that he was apparently married to Midnight and a father. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking because he chuckled and gave her a quick side glance raising a brow. Similar to what Lou would do but coming from Disease it was much less threatening, maybe it was because she was taller than him? "Ssso, any specific reason you're going to a place like Bird Brains?" She blinked before looking down. "W-Well..I-It's not really to see Rita." Disease fully turned to her now, smiling widening a bit and senses all high for what she had to say now. Oh this was interesting. "I-....I w-was hoping to talk to one of her workers." His brow rose further and he hummed. "Which one? Dolly'ssss really nice. Just don't touch her or ol' Jaspy boy'sss bound bash ya sane...Not that Im speaking from experience." She chose to ignore that last bit, and what was the risk of telling? Would he tell Lou?...Most likely, Lou did NOT seem the slightest bit happy about her going at all. So with a breath she answered, "Someone who could possibly answer my questions. I can't not know the answers for m-my sake." Disease rose a brow and his sly mind revolved around that idea for a moment before shaking his head. Remembering Lou's orders to keep her away from people. Eh, the guy was always a spoil sport. "I wouldn't go too far if I were you. Clubs are hotspots for big bad people to come around and cause trouble. Better stick close in places like strip clubs if you don't wanna get caught.~" Her ears went back and she sighed. "Alright." Disease nodded. This job should be easy. "....Hey Disease. W-What's a strip club?" The snake stopped. Completely, utterly stopped. Just like someone paused a movie. His leg was still stuck out like he was about to take a step, tongue stuck out, and eyes wide with his frozen smile....And he slowly looked up to her. She stared down at him confused at his actions but he finally spoke. "...Heh. Well then. I guesss you'll be in for a shocking surprise, eh horn head?" To say she was shocked was an understantement. He was completely. Utterly. MORTIFED at what was presented before her. When they finally got to the Heaven in Hell Strip Club, Disease still hadn't said a word about anything and so when they slunk through a side way he 'just happened to know' instead of using the main entrance where a long line was, her ears were almost immediately blasted with loud obnoxious sounds, and when asked Disease simply told her it was the clubs music.....THAT WAS MUSIC???? The next thing was multicolored bright light that made her go blind for a second. But she wished she was still blinded as the sight that finally hit her was almost like a literally punch to the face. And her jaw dropped in horror at the scene before her. What she could only describe as ....VERY, very exotic dancers were entertaining many guests sipping multicolored drinks and at another part of the entire thing was a whole bunch of demons close together partying and....Was that dancing?! That could not have been dancing! Where was the jazz band and the fancy dresses and the tap dancing??...She wished she was still blinded and not staring at the horror in front of her. Disease didn't seem to mind one bit as his tongue flicked more as he oogled some of the women in the area. He could feel Midnight slapping him and the cute self concious and jealous pout on her face and he snickered. She was so cute like that. He turned back to the frozen look of horror on the women and grabbed her arm to start tugging her away, but she yanked her arm away from him in instinct. The contact finally bringing her back to her senses as she took one last look at the horror show in front of her and looked at him in question. He snickered and gestured around them. "What did ya expect?! Welcome to hell, Horn Head!!" ..Well, he had a point. She really shouldn't have expected anything less by now. But when he started moving from the upper level he was at, she followed closely behind. They were passed by other demons who wore clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in. Maybe a couple making out, the smell of alcohol and smoke attacking her senses to where she coughed and reached a hand to cover her mouth and nose from everything. Everything burnt and hurt her watering eyes and the spinning sights were starting to make her head hurt. How could anyone like this kind of place?! Disease however ever oblivious continued to lead her down the steps and his tongue flicked towards the bar and slitted eyes glancing over all the drinks being served by the bartender. Her eyes rolled, men. Typical- Her shoulder bumped against someone and for a moment she made eye contact with another demon. Red cherry skin and snow white hair staring back at her. "OMG! S-Sorry! I-I'm so sorry!!" She tucked her head down and quickly stepped down the stairs after the still walking away snake. Catching up to him just as he reached the bottom of the stairs and started making his way towards the bar counter. " I-Isn't it too early to be drinking anything?" He blew her off and still headed to the counter. "You kidding me? Cyber interrupted my drinking sssession so Im taking the time to finish it here. Relax your fuzzy face...And speakin' of fuzzy." His smile became sly as he leaned against the counter and rose a brow. " 'Ey, Dolly. How'sss it been, Sweetcheeks?" She blinked her purple eyes as one women standing by the bar turned around and immediately smiled seeing the snake man. "OMG!! Hello, Disease! I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight!" The gal looked...pretty cute. Her eyes big and giggles at seeing the snake like he was an old friend. Guess he really did sneak in here more than once. "You want the usually tonight?" He nodded. "Yeah. And maybe a burger or somethin'. Im starvin'." The lady giggled and nodded her head before bouncing off with a hum. Leaving her standing there with the snake who crawled into one of the barstools and ran his long tongue over his fangs as a bottle was placed in front of him. "HEL-LO beautiful.~" Amalfia rose a brow as Disease began chugging the bottle down like it was his last decent drink, before directing her eyes back to the giant mess of a laughing and rowdy crowd. "Uh...S-Shouldn't we be finding someone here? I-I still want to know something." He again blew her off and went back to looking into the inside of the bottle. "Even if you did ask nobody would care enough to listen anyways. Now stick close will ya? Placesss like this would eat your weak little heart out, Sugar." She scowled at his response. He didn't even look at her, and she wasn't about to even drink that toxic stuff. With a sigh, she coughed a few more times from smells and smokes, turning her eyes to the side. Her eyes almost didn't catch the flash of white within the tall crowd and she paused. She could barely see it, but there was a small flash of white making it's way across the very crowd and those purple eyes followed it until it vanished....Quickly he unleaned against the wall and gave a nervous look to Disease, who was still downing the bottle and not even looking anywhere in her direction. She hesitated. Should she go for it? What if she was wrong and she just got in a heap in trouble for nothing. ....But if she was right- It was decided then, with a hiss intake of air, she sucked it u[ and began pushing her way into the crowd. ...GOD!! It was worse than she thought!! Everyone kept shoving and pushing her, screams and laughs were thrown into her ears so much they retreated against her head and she groaned. Her mind partially blurred as her eyes looked everywhere for a flash of white. But it was hopeless, she couldn't see anything past the flashy lights and moving demons- Until she finally broke through the other side, almost colliding with the wall. Her body gasped as if she had burst from water instead of a small crowd and groaned. Coughing her lungs out once her eyes reopened...And wouldn't you know it, she saw white. Literally. From across from her was a giant white head with a purple strap and purple hat on it. And when the head turned around- She almost smiled from the relief and excitement she felt from seeing the grumpy face of the white skeleton. Charles was standing right across the room from her! Said skeleton was tapping his foot and looking at a clipboard in his hand with a scrutening look, it reminded her of the faces Midnight gave the few times she walked in on the woman looking through her spell books. But her excitement was short lived when he turned and began walking away, which made her body shift into gear and hurry after him. She almost lost him again too, hurrying through another small crowd and trying to keep her eyes on that flash on white. Luckily she glimpsed a small purple hat ducking through a small door in the back. Well of course she followed him right up to the door, and there wasn't anything stopping her from going in...Except for the Staff Only sign right above the door. That's what made her pause and stare dead at the white door in front of herself. Well this was just great! Now she had to wait around for him to come back out! Which could be bad. Someone could wonder why she was standing in front of the door for so long, or Disease could notice she was missing. He would probably make her leave and she wasn't leaving without having those darn answers!...Her sanity as she knew it was on the line, and the mere thought of being a prisoner again was starting become overwhelming and her stomach did a flip flop. That was NOT happening!! With one determined shove, the swinging door was pushed open and in she went without a second thought. The inside was...different from what she expected. It looked quite a lot like the staff's lounge back at the casino only much smaller and less fancy. A few couches, a mini fridge, other kitchen things, a television, and a few other relaxing things meant for the ones who worked the place. But her purple eyes laser focused onto the figure in the middle who was currently pouring himself a cup of coffee while grumbling that sounded like 'stupid creature', being sighing and bringing the piping hot liquid to his lips. She again hesitated. Here he was. Right in front of her, no one around to stop them. But considering she's basically trespassing and the fact he was clearly annoyed....This might not be the best time..She almost wussed out, until that thought of being trapped again crossed her mind..she was not going to back down and become someone's pet or plaything again! With a sharp intake- "C-Charles?" The skeleton jumped, and snapped his head to her. One eye widened in surprise. Clearly he wasn't expecting her to be there, some of the coffee spilling out of his cup and dripping down the sides of the mug he was holding. Both stared at each other for a few tense seconds before his surprised face turned into a scowl, "What are you doing back here?! Can't you read!!" "Y-Yes! But you don't understand. Im here because I need your h-help-" "Then you can wait outside just like everyone else!" The coffee mug was placed back onto the counter and he bagan marching towards her, making shooing motions with his hands. "Go on. Out, out, out!! You can make a complaint with me after my break!" "No, it's not about that!" "Then it can still wait u-" "IT'S ABOUT LOU!!" Her eyes slammed shut. Silence. She was expecting him to still kick her out. For hands to start shoving her back to the door...but nothing but silence greeted her ears. Ever so slowly, she reopened her eyes and blinked down to him. Charles was in a similar pose Disease was in when he froze. Only this time he wasn't all the way frozen and just blinking up at her. His arms still in that shooing position, but soon a scowl formed on his face and his arms were quick to go back to his sides. She could now tell this guy was suspicious by the way he was looking her over. "...And why would you want to ask me about him?," he asked crossing his arms. Well, that wasn't a no. But she had to word her next few words very carefully. "I-I..it's me." His brow rose. "W-W-We met a-at the dress shop? You were with...R-Rubix?" It was like a switch was flipped in his head turning on a lightbulb and his scowl became even more annoyed. He looked her over and finally seemed to recognize her from those months ago. ".....Yeah? Rita told me about how you're his...'lover' now" He made quotation movements with his hand and spat it out like it disgusted him. "What?! N-No! Nothing like that! W-We're not-...H-He's just courting me!" It didn't seem that made him even less impressed as he still scowled. "Well? Whatddya want? If you haven't notice I have a job to do and I don't wanna spend my break playing nursemaid to someone like you! Did he put you up to this?" "W-Wha- N-No! I came here be-because-..." She sighed and looked down, reaching up to rub her arm. SHould she really tell him her reasoning? Would he even tell her if she did tell him? He looked already suspicious and not willing to speak yet..well, she definately had nothing to lose. "I-...Need to know more about him. And you are the only one who knows about him enough to tell me what I want to know?...Please." A small silence followed...and she heard footsteps walking away from her. Those purple eyes blinked up and watched as Charles made his way back to the counter. Grabbing his coffee mug, before taking a giant swig of it. An almost calm look on his face as he sighed and looked up from it. The two stood there staring for a few moments. "You want to hear why I hate Lou to no end?" She nodded and he hummed, almost not beleiving her. "Im happy to tell but what do you get out of it?" ".....Im hoping to not get hurt. That's the most honest way I can word it." There was another pause before he huffed what sounded like a chuckle before looking at her. "You really serious about this?" She nodded and he hummed. "Alright. Since you're so willing to listen I will allow it." A huge wave of releif came over her and she let out a breath, watching as he walked over to a couch and sat down in it. Placing the mug back down and looking up to her with a serious face. "How much DO you know?" ....Shr shrugged. "Not much. Just vague details about his death, but Rita t-told me you two knew each other for a long time." He huffed again and she flinched. Placing the mug onto the coffee table rather roughly and staring at her. "Yes. Unfortunately we did. But beleive me if I had it my way, I would go back and time and strangle him until he wilted sooner." She blinked and remained silent so he continued. "You want to know who he was? To put it simply he was and always will be a slimey, rotten, manipulative b*st*rd who uses others for his own gain and never thinks twice about anyone but himself!..Maybe that metalheaded body guard being a slight acception, but that's besides the point." He pointed at her and her ears went back. "Even if he's telling the truth, I wouldn't trust ANYTHING that comes out of his cabbage patch mouth. He's the whole reason for what happened to me!!" "W-What happened? I don-" The coffee table shook when the smaller man slammed his hands down onto it. His one eye glowing with hatred and when he opened his mouth fangs appeared. "HE FUCKING KILLED ME!! YOU WANT TO REALLY KNOW WHY I HATE HIM SO MUCH!? IT'S BECAUSE THAT OVER GROWN F*CKING LEAF WAS THE DEATH OF ME AND NOW I GET TO SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY KNOWING HE'S JUST UP THE ROAD AND I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF RUNNING INTO HIM TOO UNLESS ONE OF US ARE KILLED OFF AGAIN!! AND THIS TIME!! IT WON'T BE ME GOING UNDER FIRST!!" His chest heaved and it took a couple blinks for him to look back to her. The unicorn's body was like that of a scared hellhound. Leaning back with scared wide doe-eyes and looking like she'd bolt any second. His heaving slowly went down and he sighed, slowly letting his body drift back down into the comfy cushions of the couch and relaxing back. The embers of hate slowly burning out and his teeth going back to their normal state. He slowly lifted a hand to grab the cup and again brought it back to his mouth. "....That is what he was and that is what he WILL always be! Life, death, and in between." He took a sip and gave her a glance she couldn't quite understand. ".....Not to mention a womanizer. Men and women have been heartbroken by him but it comes at no surprise to me. That's how he is." She didn't answer right away. Just staring at him in absolutely horror at what she had said and her mind rushing trying to process this new information. She new he must've done something bad to end up here, but...he actually killed Charles. The skeleton demon looked too passionate about that to have been lying and so Lou.....But he hadn't even lifted a hand to anyone as far as she's been there. To her he was WAY more interested in collecting money(or whatever was counted as money down there) and playing his games. ..Or occupying his plants, she had no idea what his garden looked like. But the way she was staring at Charles...Well it certainly wasn't like the scowl he was giving her back, until he sighed again. "There you have it. All laid out. Whether you beleive me or not, I don't care, but don't blame me when something happens." ".....Im s-s-sorry." It came out just above a whisper, but it was still enough to get him to stop and snap his eye back up to her, blinking rapidly. "...What did you say?" She stood there staring at him with a blank but wide eyed face. "I-I...*inhale* I s-said. Im sorry. I don't think you deserved what happened to you...I r-really don't." He just stared at her. She was...apologizing? To him?! For something Lou did that she didn't even do?! ...He stared at her for a moment, but a little voice whispered: But Lou doesn't pick just any sideliner to just make googoo eyes over. Something must be horrific about her to earn her a spot on leafboy's arm. So he looked away with a scoff. "....You came and you got what you wanted. But I suggest if you don't want to end up like this-" He pointed a hand to the eye patch he wore."- I would advise you to get as far from him as possible...while you still can that is." She stood there but looked down again. "O-Oh. I see." An awkward silence filled the air and she took a shaky breath. She guessed it was time for her to go now. So she took a step to the door. "T-Thank you for your time. I-Im sorry to have bothered you, Charles." He still didn't look at her when she opened the door. "Just...don't say I didn't warn you. Good luck. Hell knows you'll need it." She didn't say anything else when she stumbled out the door, regaining her balance and taking a deep breath- Coughing from the smoke and alcohol smell. Well....She couldn't be too upset. That's what she told herself when she began making her way back to where she hoped Disease would still be, not pushing very hard or fast anymore since she wasn't in a hurry, but the sounds and lights didn't bug her much this time. She still coughed though. Her mind was almost a blank and everything was a blur around her as her mind still revolved around what just happened and mixed feelings were still revolving around her head...No wonder the two hated each other, but...She didn't know. Her head still couldn't make heads or tails of one thing. Lou...hadn't hurt anyone as far as she knew? Yes there WAS something definately behind those red eyes she should be worried about...But there WAS something else. She didn't know what but when he spoke she always felt like, he was telling the truth. Maybe not the whole truth all the time, but if there was one thing he always was it was honest. Since when was anyone honest with her? It was more than she could say for everyone else. And it's not like he could've wanted anything from her. What could she have had that made her even worth his time?...Which was a good question she still needed to answer. But for now, she had gotten most of what she needed to decide- Something grabbed and on instinct she whirled around and brought a hand up-....Only to stop when a hair of slitted snakes eyes and a frown stared up at her. "Didn't I tell you to ssstay with me?! Do you know how much trouble we both could've been in?" Her fear quickly went away and she sighed. "I-...Im sorry. I just...wanted to look around f-for..." "For Rita or someone." He narrowed his eyes flicking his tongue. "And DID you find someone?" "Yes." He blinked. Mildly surprised she wasn't trying to deny it like most people, but she frowned. "But I didn't find out anything I wanted to know." She wasn't lying. She wanted to hear good news. Maybe he got sent to hell for merely gambling or maybe something like that. She wanted to find that out. Not what she was told. Disease stared at her for a few more seconds. Tongue flicking out then back in...before he smiled in satisfaction. She wasn't lying. "That's the ssstuff I wanna here. Now you're coming back with me. And try not to wonder off like a lost sheep this time."

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thunderquack · 5 years

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How Dew You Dewey That?

Dewey Duck’s best friend was Launchpad McQuack. Being the middle child and starved for the same attention and recognition as his elder and younger siblings, he loved hanging out with someone who had the same energy and sense of adventure as he did, even if that guy happened to be thirty-one years old. He never treated him like some ‘dumb kid’, he was his friend.

But things are different now. Launchpad found himself in a loving relationship with superfan-turned-actor-turned-superhero Drake Mallard, and he was spending less time with him. He was going on dates and doing all kinds of gross relationship stuff Dewey couldn’t wrap his head around. It freaked him out. And then along came the adopted daughter Gosalyn, and now he’s ten times more careful than he used to be. But seeing the happy family made him think about more than being replaced, and he has a few questions he wants to ask.

It took a while to get over it.

It might’ve taken less time to get over it if Gosalyn hadn’t been relentlessly teasing Dewey on Whiffle Boy Rewritten, or if there wasn’t a notable change in Launchpad’s response to his adventurous requests. ‘Oh, mom said we can go’ wasn’t cutting it anymore, Launchpad started wanting to ask her upfront, and that usually turned into the big ol’ devastating no. As if Della would allow him to go flying alone with Launchpad of all people. He’d stomp off in betrayal every single time.

Parenthood changed his best friend for sure, and falling in love changed him too, and sometimes he’d wonder why Launchpad had to go and find the love of his life. Why couldn’t they have stayed the most eligible bachelors in all the land forever? Launchpad always said Drake brings out the best in him, but all Dewey could see was someone who forgot what the meaning of fun was. Was that what love was all about? Changing for the other person? Count him out of that, he was a star in his own right already, he didn’t need anyone else to bring out the best in him. And we was way too threatened by that concept anyway.

He was bitter for weeks until Drake caught on to how he was probably feeling and told his husband it’d be best to talk to him, and the pilot pulled the kid aside for just that.

“Hey, Dewster.”

The kid had his arms crossed, back turned to the taller. He looks up at him with a furrowed brow, suspicious of what his intentions could be after blowing him off all this time. Finally, he answers. “Sorry, Launchpad. I actually can’t hang out with Gosalyn today. I’m way too busy.” His tone stings bitter, mocking of what he’s been hearing for the last month in the most childish way.

The redhead rubs the back of his neck with a large hand and sighs light, there’s a smile playing on his beak. Drake told him to expect this. “Not askin’ you to do that, buddy.”

“Oh. So then what do you want?” He shifts his position, legs crossing and chin resting in his hands.

Launchpad adjusted his cap and let his gaze fall around the room. Eye contact during tense moments was difficult, even if the person he was comforting was a ten-year old. He chose to focus on his folded hands instead. “Look, I know what you’re thinking. Big Bro LP’s too busy for me--”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you ALWAYS are?”

“-- And ya think he doesn’t care about you anymore.” His head lifted to look at him.

Dewey’s beak presses into a tight line, looking at the ground. He didn’t wanna admit it to himself let alone to Launchpad, but it sure felt that way. Seeing the second most active kid only to his daughter he knew silence himself was enough of an answer.

“That’s not true.”

“But you changed!” Is his quick retort. “Ever since you started dating him and adopted her, it’s like you’re a completely different Launchpad! You turned all careful and busy. And you started wanting mom to tell you if I’m allowed to do something which is totally unfair because my word is SO trustable--”

“Dewey.” He winces having to interject, but he does listen to the triplet’s words. To be honest, Launchpad hadn’t really noticed or put that much thought into how he was maturing and growing. Sometimes you make changes to yourself without realizing it, if the right people enter your life. Having learnt from Della, and becoming a parent in his own right, he was a lot safer in his flying and making sure Dewey actually had permission to do something dangerous before going on a whim. He imagined how he’d feel if he learned Gos ran off with someone and almost got herself hurt; and it was terrifying, tough as she was. Back then, he didn’t know how Donald or Della would’ve felt. But he does now. He has his own family now, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect them. Little changes entered his personality to reflect that.

Launchpad shuffles in his seat and nods once. “Families and relationships aren’t easy, Dewey. And it’s a lot more than just the fun stuff too.” He recalls in the back of his mind a few rough patches he and Drake had to get over before communication came more easily to them. “I mean just look at your mom and Louie right now. There’s a lot of effort and time that goes into this stuff, and I really have to work hard at it. y’know?” Hand falls on the smaller duck’s shoulder, and his growing smile is inviting. Eyes crinkle with the fondness of a big brother “But that doesn’t mean I lost sight of everyone who’s important to me. And especially not my best buddy.”

The blue one remains unsatisfied, although the latter words bring a more relaxed expression to his face. “I just don’t get it. What’s the point of dating and romance and all this junk if it just distracts and changes you? Do you even wanna change in the first place?” The bitterness in his tone had been replaced with a frustrated curiosity, Launchpad shrugged in response.

“If you just meet the right people, you don’t even notice it.” And his thoughts drift fondly to Drake, and how he helped him through and with so many things he used to find unthinkable. Nothing felt impossible with him by his side, and it was amazing to think that all it took was the uncanny events of a botched movie for everything to make sense. The sun shone brighter ever since the two walked out of that studio’s wreckage together. “You can learn a lot about yourself. Ya think you got it all figured out and then bam, someone comes along and it makes way more sense than you ever thought it would. And all they gotta do is try to high-kick you in their trailer.”

Dewey blinked.

“...Buuuut hey, you’re just a kid, you don’t gotta worry about this stuff right now.” Launchpad unfolds his legs and stretches them out, standing wobbly on his feet and rolling out a kink in his back from the uncomfortable position he stuck himself in. “What you should worry about is how you’re gonna be able to eat all the ice cream we’re gonna go get today and not get sick in the limo. Again.”

The talk was over then, and Launchpad took Dewey anywhere (reasonable) that he wanted to go for the better half of the day. He appreciated the restrictions and didn’t complain, knowing how much Launchpad’s new life and attitude meant to him and his family. But besides that, who could complain with a belly-busting amount of sundaes and hot fudge? It was the most fun he’d gotten to have in weeks where all the attention was on him. A middle child’s dream day.

It’s on the limo drive back to the mountain, sun setting over the horizon and the stars starting to twinkle in the sky, that Dewey catches one in his eyes and finds himself thinking about what his own future family might be like. He’s tried before, and it all comes up fuzzy and confusing no matter what angle he tackles the scenario from. He chalked it down to his age, no person out there being cool enough to compete with him, any silly excuse under the sky that gets him out of freaking out about it.

Dewey remembers passersby, usually older women with clutch purses and thick coats of perfume, who would stop Uncle Donald in corner stores and parks to oogle over having three perfect identical boys. They’d say things like Oh, how handsome! They’re going to be such a catch with the ladies, teasing them about if they have a girlfriend and everything else you’d expect a small-minded grandmother to say. If the others were as bothered as him, they were good at hiding it, but Dewey couldn’t wrap his head around how the words made his skin crawl.

Did he have to be with a girl?

And the answer was clearly no. Because here he sat with his best friend forever who was married to another man, adopted a kid with another man; And it still didn’t make anything or his own predicament less confusing. Girls? Guys? It hurt his head, and the pressure of having to just pick one (Girls being forced by the aforementioned elders) made his blood freeze to ice.

“Earth to Dewster?”

Launchpad’s voice breaks his stream of thought, he sinks back into his seat with a sigh.

“Ya got a brain freeze there, buddy? Or is somethin’ on your mind?”

Instead of beating around the bush, Dewey opts for dew-ing what he does best; And that’s getting down to gathering answers and solving mysteries. His voice grows stern, demanding. “How did you know Drake was the one? And you’ve dated girls before too, right? How do you just pick?”

The pilot, taken a bit aback by the sudden interrogation, laughs in surprise. He squints in thought for a moment or two, and then shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno.”

“Ha! So y-- Wait, what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wh-- But, Launchpad? You’ve dated SO many people and so many things! How did you figure all this out?” He was standing on his seat now to try and be at eye-level with a man who was watching the road, he gestures a hand to try and sit him back down.

“I dunno, dude. I just kinda did. The heart wants what it wants.” Another shrug. It lacks malicious or mocking intent, and was simply to convey that things just sort of fell into Launchpad’s lap. He’d already talked about how Drake understood him, made him a better person. How he got there was an experience that was hard to explain, and the lack of a puzzle-solving answer almost offends the triplet.

He wants to protest, wants to put up a fight and demand an answer, but he’s ultimately defeated from the gross amount of foods the two chowed down on. He sinks back into his seat and crosses his arms, head turning towards the window. “What if the heart doesn’t know what it wants?” Comes out in the smallest of grumbles, but LP doesn’t miss it. In fact, Launchpad checks the rearview mirror to make sure the roads are clear enough for him to slow down. They’re pretty empty leading up to the manor, so he does.

“Is that what all this is about, Dewster?”

“No. Yes. Kinda? Ugh, probably.” A frustrated sigh, he buries his face in his hands. “You seem to got it all figured out with Drake and Gos. Mom’s got her cool alien girlfriend, Uncle Donald has Daisy. You guys just know where it’s all headed and I don’t even know if I like girls or guys. I’m like, totally expected to like girls too because every old woman I meet asks if I have a girlfriend and I hate it.”

There’s a tinge of familiarity in the taller’s chest, thinking back to being Dewey’s age and struggling to figure himself out. His mother and father were supportive in every way they could be, but it wasn’t as if they really understood. Having a talk like this would’ve meant the world to him, and he decides he’s going to do his best.

He puts the limo into park in the manor’s garage, and turns to face the child.

“Dewey, you really don’t have to have it all figured out yet, you know that right?” The smile on his beak is resonating to his feelings, and he chooses to keep his voice stern and comforting. “Look at how much older all the people you just mentioned are. There’s absolutely no pressure to know who or what you like right now. And hey, if you feel one way, and the day after decide you feel another way? That’s perfectly okay. You have your whole life to figure yourself out, buddy. Don’t let anyone try to plan it for you.”

Tears had started to well in the shorter’s eyes, a shapeless weight in his chest being lifted off of his heart and it beating a little softer. The words were so simple, almost too easy, but they were everything he had been needing to hear. He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to wrap his arms around Launchpad’s neck in a hug, and he’s barely able to connect them. The pilot pats his back and returns it with a beam.

“And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to about it, I’ll always be right here for ya. Not right here as in the limo? ‘Cause I leave the limo a lot actually, and I don’t live in the garage anymore, but--”

“Yeah no, I know what you mean, dude... Thank you.”

#heheueeehehbeh this is long but questioning dewey! questioning dewey! realizashun!!!!!#i never wrote dewey before but like litjnkfnlgsdfnkjdfnkjfd i have a lot of feelings abt this #ducktales #dt17 #mine #fic #launchpad mcquack #dewey duck #drakepad #dellumbra and donsy are mentioned for 1 (one) line too

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breg21 · 5 years

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Ladynoir Month: Civillian Life

@ladynoirjuly2019

Ao3 FFN

Thank you for all the support guys! It's so awesome tp see you guys commenting your thoughts! I really hope you guys enjoy the story

It wasn't easy in her civilian life either, having to deal with her feelings. She was sure she was in love in Adrien, that wasn't in question one bit.

But Chat? Chat was… something unexpected. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't.

But life loved to throw her a curveball, and it sure did with whatever fluttering feeling she was having around Chat.

It was bad enough to the point of Alya noticing her strange, stressed behavior. What could she say exactly to her best friend? Hey, I'm Ladybug, and Chat's in love with me, and I've been rejecting him for Adrien, but lately, I've been feeling something towards Chat too?

Yes, because that would bode over well. Not.

But if Marinette knew anything about Alya Ceaser, it was she was nothing if not persistent. That was the journalist in her. "Girl, you can't lie to me. I know something's bothering you. Talk to me."

Marinette sighed, sinking into her desk chair and folding her arms over her stomach, trying to hide from the world around her. That way she wouldn't have to deal with the whole situation between the two boys. "It's nothing, Alya. I'm all good."

The blogger wasn't convinced. "If you were fine, girl, then you'd be staring at Adrien right now, oogling over him. You haven't had a peek at him since he entered the room."

She hadn't? That was odd. She usually noticed right away when he arrived to class. Sure enough, as her eyes went to the front, there he was, mindlessly chatting away with Nino. The DJ must've said something funny that caused Adrien to laugh so sweetly, so freely, that it made her heart almost sing.

Then her thoughts flashed to Chat, and all his sweet musical laugh, and how it was starting to affect her just as much. The guilt fed away at the inside of her heart and she tried her best to conceal it on her face. She couldn't let Alya see. That would lead to questions that she had no ability to answer.

Whether it was because it pertained to being a superhero with a secret identity, or frankly, because she didn't know herself remained unclear. Maybe it was both.

Maybe she needed a new brain so she could settle out her emotions properly. Oh, well. Things to do for later.

Alya seemed to have better ideas than to let her friend moap inside her head though. "Hey, boys. What're you guys up to?"

They both turned to face the girls. "Dude stuff. Apparently, my bro here has a crush on someone we haven't even met."

Marinette instantly paled. Adrien had a crush on someone? Someone that they didn't even know? She knew that Adrien probably didn't like her as she did with him, but the truth still stung. It still caused a low burning ache in her chest.

She studied his eyes, eyes that she usually drowned in and lost herself so deeply for. Eyes that made the world around her seem like nothing else mattered. Eyes that held such kindness and excitement in the littlest things.

And those same eyes were thinking of another girl. "So, um," Her voice was so terribly weak. Like claws were digging into the inside flesh of her throat as they made their way up her esophagus. "So..So not Kagami?"

Adrien shook his head, but held his smile even stronger. "No, not Kagami. I liked her, but I've been pursuing this girl for a while, and it seems she's letting me in. Nothings for sure, of course, but I'm trying. She's actually from work and my father doesn't know about it. Have to keep it quiet, ya know?"

He… he was trying.

Maybe, and this time she knew it was her heart that was whispering, you should too.

The day rolled by in a snap after that, and Marinette knew she had to meet up with Chat that night for patrol, even if she wasn't quiet up for it.

Their vantage point tonight was a random rooftop that they had agreed on the night prior. She soaked up the moment she had to herself. Enjoying the cool nights touch against the exposed parts of her face. It relaxed her heartbeat to an extent. Which was something that she honestly needed after everything that had been going on?

When Chat arrived, she greeted him with a smile as he did his usual little bow and call of "M'lady." It was cute, and enduring, yet she still kinda hated how her body reacted to the simple gestures.

Her thoughts may have been jumbled, but she was not going to push away her kitty. "Hey, Chat. Ready for patrol?"

He took her outstretched hand and lifted her to her feet, nodding as he did so. "Yeah. But first, tell me what's going on."

Shoot. He noticed. Of course he did. Clever kitty. "Just… some stuff in my civilian life."

He watched her carefully. "I know I said I'd give you some space while you worked out whatever you had to in your head, and I meant it, but bugaboo, I'm… I'm still here for you if you need someone. Just because your feelings are up in the air, doesn't mean I'm leaving you. Don't ever think that."

Her lips curved into a soft smile before pulling him into an embrace. "Thank you." She paused, inhaling and exhaling into his shoulder. "I just found out that the boy I like…..has someone else. I'm just trying to process that."

Underneath her ear, she could feel his heartbeat pick up, and she was about to pull back, tell him she definitely wasn't ready for a relationship, when he spoke and shocked her, "I'm so sorry, bugaboo."

This time she did pull back, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She could hear the swoosh of his tail as it cut through the air back and forth. His kitten ears were pressed flat against the top of his head. "You're sorry? Shouldn't you be happy?"

He shook his head in a hard no. "How can I be happy when you're hurting? I may be jealous at times, but I would never want you in pain. I'd do anything to see you happy, m'lady— even if that means sacrificing my own happiness with you."

And there he went, with that stupid sacrificing. Although, this was definitely different, and appreciated, it caused her to squirm internally. He was putting her first. Again. She didn't know how to handle that.

She didn't know if she could at that second.

She knew he could see her thinking, and he knew what happened when she thought too much. He cupped her face, interrupting the rollercoaster ride of thoughts and spoke softly. "Ladybug, when you said were going to think about this, I didn't want you to run yourself into the ground over this. Please. Stop."

She breathed, and let herself fall into the sound of his voice to calm her, letting the reassurance settle over her. It worked seamlessly. When had they gotten so close to the point where his voice did that for her? Where it calmed her and brought her a sense of peace.

Also, when had they gotten so close in proximity to where she could only really see the glittering of his eyes? Close enough to feel the kiss of his breath against her cheeks. Why were they so close, and just why was she more than okay with it?

"Okay," She whispered.

His ears perked up. "Okay?"

She nodded. "Okay. I'll try to relax and figure this out with time."

The grin that broke out did more things to her, but she expected it by now.

As they took off, and while she knew she couldn't give him an answer anytime soon, she had to start the first steps towards moving on.

That started with a certain blonde model.

The next Monday morning, Marinette woke with one goal in mind: To tell Adrien how she felt and get everything out in the open for closure.

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered rapidly inside, but she wasn't going to let them win out in the end. She was going to talk to him. She was going to lay all her cards out on the table and let him do what he may with them.

When she arrived at the school, she spotted Adrien almost right away, chatting with Nino and Alya. She hurried her pace, making sure not to break out into a full out sprint just to get there.

When she reached them, she greeted all three, but asked if she could steal Adrien away for a moment. He agreed while her best friend gave her a sneaky smirk and a wink at her before Marinette turned to walk with Adrien to somewhere more private.

Adrien's face was washed over with worry. "Is everything alright, Marinette?"

Her heart decided it was best to skip a few beats. Because it was kind like that. "Ye-yeah. Just needed to talk to you about something."

His worry left and was replaced with a kind smile. "Okay, shoot."

She inhaled. "Okay, we-"

And then, for some reason, her words just stopped. Everything just stopped. She saw this caring, sweet guy in front of her, and within a fraction of a second, nothing really made sense. Because he liked someone, someone he wanted, and was choosing to pursue. And from the sound of it, she was reciprocating his actions.

Chat was someone that completely wanted her, and had shown that, time and time again. That gave her his all, and would do anything for her if she just simply asked him to. He viewed her as his equal, and she did the same.

And just remembering days back, and the way Adrien spoke about this mystery girl, Marinette could tell in his eyes that he cared for her deeply, that he loved her. Because it was the same way Chat looked at her. So rooted and unbreakable.

That was when the realization hit, she didn't need to confess. She already had the answer in his eyes when he spoke about the girl.

"Marinette, are you okay?"

Worry was there once again when she was brought back down to earth, and she quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good."

His eyes ran the length of her as if to look for anything amiss."Okay…did you need help with your homework or something?"

She nodded. "I did, but then I remembered that Ms. Bustier said that the assignment wasn't due until Thursday and I had really been needing to talk to her about a tutor anyways, so I better just ask her about it then."

His face scrunched in confusion. "Gotcha. But if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

She smiled at the kind offer. "I will." And then in a daring, almost goodbye, gesture, she leaned on the tip of her tose to touch her lips against his cheek.

When she lowered herself back onto her feet, she saw the surprise dancing around, but not as much as when she first did it at the picnic. His surprise swiftly turned into an accepting smile as he nodded at her.

Moving past him, she made her way into the crowded sea of students, but not before looking back over her shoulder, and calling out, "See you later, Adrien."

She wasn't over him, not by a long shot, but it was a step, it was a start. She would always love this boy— she knew that for sure. But it was the start of letting go and accepting what wasn't going to happen.

It was a start of something new as well, what it was, she wasn't exactly, yet. But it involved Chat, and she knew it was gonna be a long journey with many bumpy rides along the way. But she also knew that in the end, it was gonna turn out to be something amazing.

She just couldn't wait to find out what it would be.

But until then, wasn't the journey half the fun?

Lemme know your thoughts! I love to know what you guys think. Until next time! :D

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manggojooz · 5 years

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Bad Timing

Prompt: In life, timing is always bad, and I, always ran away.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2.5k

genre: angst

warnings: nothing? maybe shelter dogs

comment: my first attempt at writing something here... wrote it mainly because I couldn't find many fics that was the old school pure love romance kind of thing that I dig. Please don't be mean to me xD

“I thought I could join you guys, hope you are ok with it?”

Saying “no” in this situation was hardly an option, but it took you a solid three seconds before stammering a “yea, of course”. In life, when some things are not meant to be, the universe has a strange way of making sure to let you know with bad timing.

How did it get here?

Being the most friendly and outgoing person in class, it was all too natural for him to be the one organising class events. You probably should also add on the fact that Taehyung was immensely popular in school and any event he is part of would mean at least the attendance of half the girls in class. You wouldn’t be considered on the shy end yourself, but it is safe to say you still lacked some confidence in major social settings - likely attributable to various past events.

When Taehyung came running up to your group of friends asking if all of you would like to go for the movie outing on Friday after lessons, there was a mini “village meeting” of sorts where your friends glanced around and asked each other “are you going? I'll go if you go...”

By some form of unwritten social formula, it was quickly decided that they were going together but then Joy, whom you are closest to, suddenly remembered that you don’t do Friday afternoons and she casually said, “Y/N probably can’t come since she has to go take care of her babies.” The rest of your friends ended up giggling or looking at you with hope in their eyes that you may forgo those “babies” just for one afternoon. But this is the one thing you couldn’t compromise. If you could have turned down project meetings, field trips and even Joy’s birthday party for your “babies”, what is a movie outing even?

You were looking around hoping someone will change the subject when you saw Taehyung’s look of what you would say is a mix of mild confusion and slight amusement. To that, you quickly made a move to clarify, “what they mean is I have to go volunteer...” and for no apparent reason other than to end the conversation on a non-awkward note, you added, “you can come one of these days too, if you want to.”

“OK, but what do you volunteer as? A baby-sitter of some sort?” The confusion was now on you because did he just say “OK” to an invitation to volunteer with barely any knowledge of what it is about?

“No no, I just volunteer at the dog shelter not too far from school. They are always short-handed and I have to go every Friday so I can’t join the movie outing, I'm sorry.”, you said while shooting a look of slight exasperation at Joy.

And in a tone that was a tad too high for his husky voice, Taehyung exclaimed “I didn’t know there was a dog shelter near our school!”, making at least half of your friends shrink one inch away from him as a result of the sudden outburst.

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Where did you go wrong?

You thought he must have forgotten and that is the reason why you were staring at him with a lack of response when he asked one week later, “So I assume we are going to the dog shelter tomorrow? What time are we leaving? Do I need to bring anything along? Can I just go in my uniform or do we have to change out?” A moment of silence passed when he suddenly added, “oh yeah and please don’t tell me I need to get my parents to sign anything.”

Apart from collating the answers to his barrage of questions, the more trying exercise was to get over the fact that he is actually coming to volunteer with you.

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Were you being presumptuous?

The walk to the dog shelter after class the next day was … uncomfortable.

“Why is it that no one else comes along with you?”, Taehyung asked, salvaging the both of you from the lack of conversation that is starting to feel a little suffocating for you.

Glad to have something to talk about finally, you replied, “Not too many of my friends are fond of dogs, let alone shelter dogs. The work isn’t easy and some of their parents are concerned that they may be hurt while doing it.”

“So, why do you go?”, he attempted to prolong the conversation.

The reasons were complex and it was personal, to say the least. These were things that you wanted to forget but they clung on to you. Dark yet powerful things that you did not want to share with anyone. Not just anyone, not just this boy whom you barely knew as your classmate. “Just because, I guess. I like doing it.”

In the following weeks, you were more surprised than anyone that Taehyung went to the dog shelter with you every single Friday afternoon. Time is like an adhesive that slowly bonds people to each other. And you spent lots of time with Taehyung on those Fridays.

The proof of such bond was in the smallest things. Like how Taehyung looked unsure and scared when Rudy (a mongrel on the larger end of the size chart) first approached Taehyung when he reached the dog shelter that first Friday and you had to drag Taehyung by the wrist to slowly approach Rudy to pet him. Or that time Vivi the Poodle scratched you while you were trying to cut her nails and Taehyung was fussing over your tiny wound. How you found out Taehyung had a pomeranian at home called Yeontan and how Taehyung started sending you lots of messages during lesson time, most of them about dog behaviours, unethical dog owners and even dog memes, occasionally accompanied with a glance towards you or a raised eyebrow to indicate that you should be checking your phone.

“So, are you guys like besties now? Besties while taking care of westies!”, one of your friends quipped to a rather awkward lack of response due to the lame attempt at making a joke.

“Joy I think you are losing your ground!”, another one of your friends added. They would tease you ever so often in between lectures and this was just one of those instances again while the hoard of you were having lunch in the canteen. This bout of teasing was brought about thanks to Taehyung walking by and loud whispering a “See you later” while giving you a small tap on the shoulder.

Were you starting to feel a little more excited today because it was a Friday again?

But then you looked at Taehyung walking back to the table which his squad usually occupied. “You know, there are some people who are ‘your friend’...”, you said while grabbing on to Joy’s arms, “... and there are some people who are just ‘everyone’s friend’.”, you said while flicking your head in the direction of where Taehyung was sitting. It’s just like dogs, you thought. There are the Akitas that are fiercely loyal to its owner and there are the Golden Retrievers that just want to befriend anyone who looks remotely interested.

Maybe you should curb that stupid excitement.

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What were you afraid of?

Taehyung and you would always go grab a bite after visiting the dog shelter and this Friday was no different. Over time and many milkshakes, you have come to realise you shared many commonalities with him and you two were now excitedly oogling over the latest trailer of this movie that you can’t wait to catch.

“You know, I have wanted to ask this for a while now, but why are you doing this with me every Friday without fail?” You were not quite sure whether it was the sugar rush from the milkshake or just the sheer amount of curiosity that had piled up within you, you just decided to ask Taehyung this while you two were waiting at the bus stop.

He didn’t answer immediately. A part of you felt hopeful for something and a part of you was immensely afraid.

“Just because I like it, I guess?”, he answered without looking at you.

For the next few moments, your heart was yelling at you to share your story with him but your brain was firing back with debilitating frightful thoughts. Should you tell him? Will he judge you? What if you lose everything that is now? How did it even get to this point where you felt that there were stakes that could be lost?

Almost as if the heavens wanted to slap you awake, your bus came, abruptly ending your pointless self-torturous decision-making process. Taehyung looked like he was about to say something in that moment too but then he simply flashed his usual boyish smile and told you to text him when you reached home, something which was now a routine for both of you.

While on the bus you couldn’t help but think, would it have been different if only the bus didn’t come at that damned time.

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What were you supposed to think?

Nothing. Your mind was malfunctioning at that milkshake place again after the latest dog shelter visit because Taehyung said while rubbing the back of his neck, “Y/N, you know the movie premiered today, do you think you want to catch it... maybe some time tomorrow? With me?”

This was not the first time someone asked you out to watch a movie. But this was the first time he asked you out to watch a movie, or in fact, it was the first time he asked you out to do anything other than your volunteering stints.

“Yea, sure, what... I mean when do you want to...”

“Great! Tomorrow 2pm at the cinema ok?”

---

Was it just never meant to be?

To say you barely managed to sleep a wink the night before would be an understatement. You ran through an infinite number of scenarios of how today would turn out just like how Doctor Strange ran through a gazillion outcomes of the fight against Thanos in Infinity War.

But even then, you did not foresee what came to be.

It took you an entire morning to decide what to wear. You didn’t want everything to seem like it was too intentional, you just wanted to be presentable. Well, you strove to look better than presentable but you weren’t sure if you managed to achieve any of that.

Being you, you arrived at the cinema ten minutes prior to the agreed time. For what seemed like an entire day, you were mentally preparing yourself for it. You wanted to tell Taehyung how you started volunteering at the shelter and the reason why it was so important to you. You were prepared to let him know a part of you which you never even opened up to your closest friends. You wanted to thank him for being a part of it, being by you side and just making you feel comfortable and special enough to want to share this with him. And, you even got him a present on top of all this, because... just because. If this is what others may label as a confession then let it be so, you just wanted to be honest and open up to him this one time.

“Hey Y/N!”, your eyes shot up from your phone screen which you were mindlessly looking at and met the familiar dark brown eyes before noticing someone else beside him.

“Hi, Y/N. Taehyung told me you guys were catching the show today and I thought I could join you guys, hope you are ok with it?”

“Yea, of course…”, you barely managed to utter that in response to Hyejin. She was your classmate too, part of Taehyung’s group of friends, both of them being in the school’s dance club.

The rest of the time before the show started was basically spent watching the two of them engaging in friendly, or more than friendly, bickering. They bickered over whether salted or sweet popcorn was better, with sweet popcorn prevailing because after three minutes they finally decided to ask for your input; they bickered over whether this movie is likely to be better than the last one they watched; they were pretty much bickering like your parents do but about topics that were much more millennial.

It'd be a lie to say that you were not hypersensitive about the two of them sitting next to you down the aisle throughout the movie. Finally when the credits started rolling, you were all too ready to get up and leave.

“Y/N, there’s this awesome pasta place nearby that we want to try out, let’s go.”, Taehyung said to you almost as if you were already aware of this part of the plan.

“Isn’t it more like you wanted to try it out and I am just forced to go because you will be paying for me”, said the bickering other half. “Hey hey hey, you were the one who said that I can’t just buy you anything off the streets and that I should start buying you food of better quality”, Taehyung's rebuttal was met with an eye roll from Hyejin and a gentle slap to his arms.

There was eventually a moment where all you could hear was soft muffled voices and then you felt your chest tighten a tinge; was it physical pain, was it your fight or flight reflex kicking in or was it some form of other emotion? You couldn’t even tell.

It doesn’t matter either. You honestly didn’t care what was going on between them, all you could think about was how embarrassing you were. Just why on earth did you think that you were so special? Why did you allow yourself to be deluded into thinking that you were different? When will you stop overthinking the intentions of his actions? Those small things between him and you, they were and will continue to just be the smallest things to him, so who are you to think otherwise?

“It’s ok, you guys go ahead. I have somewhere I need to be”, and without waiting for any reply you walked down the aisle and out of the theatre as fast as you could, literally escaping the situation.

In that moment you realised, if it was never meant to be, the timing would always be bad, and you, would always end up running away.

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Good, ol’ classy daddy!kink Starker

+ Ned giving Peter platonic support because, really. Canon bromance. I was Ned first, and then Tony!

18+, nsfw content, starts as a chat-thing but turns into paras. Good fluff and flirting! ;)

Peter: Fucking hell, Ned. I swear to God. Mr. Stark's got the biggest daddy dom energy this side of the state. I'm gonna d i e. PP

Ned: I know, Pete. I know. This is only the 100th time you've told me that. NL

Peter: I. AM. GOING. TO. DIE. PP

Ned: You know what? Tell the man. NL Or flirt. You're hot. I bet you $50 he won't say no to your doe eyes. NL

Stranger: I can't, dude. C a n ' t. PP

You: Why not, though? I've seen you two. Tension, my friend. NL

Stranger: One, I'm bad at flirting anyway, and two, he's TONY FUCKING STARK PP Doesn't work. PP

You: It doesn't have to be stereotypical flirting. You guys are science people. Channel it there? NL Call him daddy. NL

Stranger: How can I just call him Daddy though PP

You: Somethin' like... 'What's up, daddy-o?' NL Send him a sexy text, say wrong number if it goes wrong? NL

You: C'mon, Pete. You're smart. NL

Stranger: Oh, fuck. PP I KNOW I'M SMART BUT LIKE PP I see him and then he just makes my brain melt out my ears and all I can do is say 'rail me, daddy' PP

You: 10/10, I'd totally take it and rail you into next year. NL Platonically, of course. NL Ask him to help you tinker with your suit, try to schedule it late so it's just the two of you in his workshop... NL And then try it on, right there. You did say you practically had to wear a jockstrap for that new suit, right? NL

Stranger: Platonic railing. What an ego stroke, lmao. PP I mean. Yeah. Jockstrap's ideal but I've got these booty short things that work too. PP No shit. I had to go shop in the girl's department for something that would be tight enough. PP

Stranger: I don't know what /he's/ getting at with that stupid suit. Fuck. PP

You: I'm telling you, you're sexy, man. NL Hey, if that's not an excuse to oogle you, then I don't know what is. NL I know it's in the name of aerodynamics, but. He wants a piece of you, I'm sure. Spidey senses tingling and all. NL

You: Get lacey booty shorts and BAM. Instant railing. NL

Stranger: Lacy booty shorts. PP

Stranger: You're serious. PP

You: I'm actually serious. Can be black, or dark blue. Don't have to be pink. NL

You: Or maybe even Iron Man red? NL

Stranger: Oh fuck. Lmao. PP

You: You're considering it, aren't you. NL

Stranger: [...] Dude, I /am./ PP

You: At this point... What's there to lose? NL I wouldn't be encouraging you if I didn't have enough supporting evidence. NL

Stranger: Give me what supporting evidence you /actually/ have. PP

You: [5 attached images: Papparazzi-stlye shots, Avengers and friend private party at Stark Tower. Tony's talking to Peter, and his eyes shine and his body is turned towards him. In the series, he slowly places a hand on his lower back.] Like so. NL

Stranger: Okay but like. /How/ did you take those. PP

You: I have friends, Peter. I did networking, you know? NL Secrets. NL

Stranger: Mr. Stark's gonna kill you if he finds out. PP [...] Fuck, I found red ones. PP

Stranger: Dude I found red ones in stock at JC Penney what am I /doing/. PP

You: That's why he won't. You think that me hanging out with Hawkeye was just shit and giggles? NL Dude was a spy. Stark won't find out. NL BUY. THEM. NL

You: Preferably, a size too small so you know. They emphasize stuff. NL

Stranger: oh my god. PP [...] FUCKING HELL THEY'RE SO SHORT PP and before you ask yes i'm trying them on. PP

You: Picture proof, dude! NL Gotta approve or not. Say yes to the panty, spiderman edition. NL

Stranger: Ned, I love you, dude. PP [Image - a size too small, as suggested, lacy red booty shorts in a picture from the lower ribs down] PP

You: That's a yes from me, Peter. They're fabulous. NL Send that to him. NL Say wrong number. NL

Stranger: Nothing /on/ it? Like, no--'so what do you think?' or anything?? PP

You: Oh, add that, too. NL And 'daddy'. Very important. NL

Stranger: oh my /god./ PP

You: You can't tell me it's a bad idea??? NL I'm giving you optionss, my dude. NL

You: Dirty romp in the workroom, or dirty sexting. NL

Stranger: I'M DOING IT PP i'm doing it. PP I'm...these are kinda comfortable for being this small?? PP I'm confused. PP

Stranger: Fuck. Okay. Okay. I'm texting him. PP If this blows up it's your fault. PP

You: I'll take the fall, but I assure you it won't blow up. Just own up to it. NL Don't fuck it up. Go get that daddy dick! NL

Stranger: You'd better take the fall. PP [...] [To: Tony, the same picture] So, come on, Daddy, what do you think? Tell me.. ;) PP

You: ...That actually looks criminally good on you, Parker. I'm almost jealous of whom you're sending it to. TS I think you might have the wrong number, though. TS

Stranger: [...] And if I told you it wasn't...? PP

You: I'd ask you to tell daddy the truth. TS Did you really mean to send me that? TS

Stranger: [...] Yeah. PP

You: You're a little tease. TS The color choice was a nice touch. It's not Spiderman red, is it. TS

Stranger: No. PP It's not. PP

You: And is that something you wear on the regular, or a bratty whim? TS

Stranger: [...] Bratty whim. PP

You: Do you actually know what you're putting me through here, Peter? TS I'm supposed to be a responsible adult. TS And you're making it difficult. TS

Stranger: Maybe you should tell me. PP Daddy. PP

You: Oh, baby, you're already in for a bit of discipline. TS You make it hard for me not to pin you against the workroom wall whenever you go off on anything science related. TS

Stranger: I wish you would. PP

You: Oh, really? To have my wicked way with you right there? So whenever you come down to see me, that's all you can think about? TS

Stranger: [...] Yeah. Definitely. I just. PP [...] My brain melts out of my ears. PP

You: Hah, you're adorable, too. You're killing me here. TS As a matter of fact, Pete... My workroom is pretty empty right now. TS And we can always continue up in my suite. TS Only if you really want it. I'm a gentleman first, baby. TS

Stranger: I wouldn't have texted you like that if I didn't want it. PP Twenty minutes? PP

You: Good. I like bratty babies that know what they want. TS I'll be waiting here for you. TS

You: PS: bring those booty shorts. TS

Stranger: Already am. PP [To: Ned] I. Fucking. Owe. You. PP

Stranger: It's in writing. I owe you. PP

You: YOU SEE? I'll screen shot this. NL You know that there's a mandatory coffee bro-date to get the dirty details after, right? NL

Stranger: Oh, yeah. I know. PP I'll get ahold of you about when that can be. PP

Stranger: [Paragraphs, here? (: ]

You: [Sure thing!!]

You: [i'll start paraas with tony, then!]

Stranger: [[You're the best, thank you!]

You: Tony couldn't actually believe it. His day hadn't started all that well-- he hadn't had much sleep at all, Pepper had been getting on his case about getting a wife or husband or even a hookup, and this new feature he was trying to adapt to his suit wasn't really working out. On top of it all, it'd been a few nights in a row where he'd been having... explicit dreams about a certain barely-legal member of their team, and boy was it difficult waking up hard and sweaty. But after this particular set of texts, he was suddenly hyper-aware of everything in his hands. The bug that seemed to laugh at him-- gone, fixed in a second. Ideas for new upgrades for the Spiderman suit filled his head, and he had FRIDAY take note of those for him while he fetched condoms and lube to place in the workshop. He had to be ready, after all. Plopping down on his recently cleared couch, he set onto waiting for Peter, actually excited. The kid had access to this particular room, so he wouldn't have to announce his arrival.

Stranger: It wasn't that Peter was a virgin, not really -- but when it came to dealing with Tony Stark, he felt like a blushing, sixteen year old virgin again. His hands shook a little and the booty shorts that clung to him felt better than he wanted to admit as he stepped out of the elevator, exhaling softly. His face and neck were red, heart skipping a beat here and there as he made his way down to the workroom, licking his lips and dodging in with a tiny smile before he dug his teeth into his lower lip. His jeans hung just a little low, the slightest bit of red lace peeking out from the waistband, and his t-shirt clung to him as he shifted on his feet a little, gaze falling on Tony. "Uh. Hey," he breathed, voice cracking just slightly.

You: For Tony, it was always a little like a breath of fresh air, seeing Peter. It was a sure way to lift his spirits, to erase the frown in his brow, and-- lately, to get him hot under the collar. He knew for a fact that Banner had noticed, as observant as he was, so he'd tried hiding it and denying it, but it was too much. He was a weak, weak man, and if the kid came to him in lacy underwear calling him daddy, what was he to do? He wouldn't treat him as just another lay, that was for sure. "Hey yourself, Pete. C'mere," He greeted the other with a small smile, patting his lap to beckon him closer. He was sitting comfortably on the couch, legs spread and hair a little messy, eyes dark with the knowledge of what would happen next. "You got here quickly."

Stranger: "Couldn't help it," Peter remarked, offering a bleat of laughter -- and he only hesitated for a moment before he made his way over and sat down gingerly onto Tony's lap, licking his lips just a little. "I didn't think you'd be so excited," he added with a shy little grin, letting out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding, glancing him over and reaching up to ruffle his hands through his hair. "I'm glad you are."

You: He couldn't help but grin-- Peter's laugh was lovely, and Tony wanted the kid to be comfortable with him in this sense, too. His hands automatically moved to his hips, holding him firmly on his laps, and thumb idly caressing the peek of red lace. "I am very excited. I have a beautiful boy on my lap, wearing lingerie for me. How can I not?" He said, playful grin on his lips. "I really, really want you, Peter," He murmured in a lower, more intimate voice, gaze adoring. "May I kiss you?"

Stranger: Peter swallowed thickly, letting out a shallow breath as he felt Tony's thumb caress over the red lace that was clung against his skin, and he licked his lips with another little breath of laughter. "I--really, really want you, too," he mumbled softly, voice low and heady -- and when he looked back up, meeting Tony's gaze, his own was through heavy lashes. "...Please kiss me, Daddy," he breathed, and saying it /aloud/ made a thrill roll through him.

You: As focused as he was on Peter, Tony followed that sneaky tongue as it peeked out, the tiny gesture making his blood boil already, and he found his hands moving again. He slid one up Peter's body, caressing his side and neck gently to cup his jaw and face. However, it was Peter's voice, low and breathy calling him /that/ what really made Tony lose it. With a low growl, he leaned in and took Peter's lips in passionate kiss, slow but possessive and commanding, meant to explore and mark as his from the get go. He was planning on worshipping him later with sweet kisses, but Peter knew exactly how to make him lose control. He just hadn't realized it yet.

Stranger: Peter's eyelids fluttered when Tony took his lips -- and immediately, warm and pliant, his mouth opened to Tony's and his tongue lolled out just a little to meet his between their mouths. He leaned into the kiss easily, hands splaying out over Tony's chest to bolster his body up as he whined softly into his mouth, shifting enough so he could straddle the other properly. Once he was straddling Tony's lap, his hips arched up into Tony's hand that was on them, and his head tilted into the kiss.

You: That little whine made Tony's hand on his hip tighten a little bit out of reflex. Added to the new weight on his lap and the hands on his chest, Tony soon found his head leaning to the side a little to deepen their kiss, nipping at the boy's lower lip playfully, trying to coax a bit of the brat in the boy. Wanting to do just that, he slid his thumb under the waistband of the lacy underwear, caressing his bare skin.

Stranger: Peter gasped into Tony's mouth, body arching when he felt Tony's thumb slide under the waistband of the underwear he wore -- and he shifted just a little, fingers curling into the front of his shirt and opening his mouth just a little wider before he sucked Tony's lower lip into his mouth, sucking on and nursing it just a little between his teeth before he pulled away with a /pop./ Gasping for a little breath, his hips pressed down, ass wiggling teasingly as he dove back into the kiss again.

You: There he was, bratty Peter in action. Generally, the boy was a ball of nerves, but there were times where he was self-assured and playful, even bratty, and in this situation, it was extremely arousing for Tony. That little gasp was devastating, and he allowed him to suck on his lower lip with a heavy sigh, eyes dark and a little dangerous. Kissing him again and going straight to nipping at his lower lip to slide his tongue right in, Tony also moved his hands, placing them right on Peter's ass to cup it roughly, setting the pace of his wiggling hips firmly.

Stranger: His arms crept up to hook lightly around his shoulders and neck when Tony slid his tongue in and he offered another little gasp when his lips opened just a little further. The hands that cupped his ass, though, urged a weak little whimper as he let Tony set the pace. He was overly responsive, legs quaking just a little as he pressed into Tony, arching down and moaning thickly when he felt their bodies press together firmly. He still tried, admittedly, to mess with the set pace a little as he nipped at Tony's lower lip again, twisting their tongues together.

You: Feeling Peter's body tremble was absolutely delicious. There was no other word for it. Paired with his little gasps and whimpers, it had Tony getting hard in his pants, already sporting a pretty decent erection in them that he was sure Peter would be able to feel. "You're a menace," Tony managed to murmur against his lips between kisses, squeezing the boy's ass before gently smacking it, wanting to see his reaction. He had a feeling he'd like it.

Stranger: Peter was /going/ to respond, but then Tony was smacking his ass and he couldn't do anything but squeak in response. The squeak was soft, but high, and his face washed over with a new shade of crimson as he let out a trembling little breath, leaning forward for just a moment so he could try to gather himself again. "Please spank me again, Daddy," he whispered when he could manage words, breath hot against the shell of Tony's ear.

You: That little whisper, Peter's sweet and boyish voice asking him to spank him again had Tony throbbing and having to pull in a breath to calm himself down. It was difficult, with such a delight on his lap, trembling and wanting. Moving one hand to tangle his fingers in the boy's hair firmly, he spanked him again, this time a little harder. "Like this, baby? Or harder?" He asked in his ear, voice a murmur. "Tell daddy, c'mon."

Stranger: Peter whined when he felt Tony's fingers curl into his hair, hips jerking down into Tony's and feeling his throbbing erection against him -- and another squeak bubbled up when Tony spanked him again. "Harder, Daddy," he whispered, breathless, and his eyelids were heavy as he panted for a trembling breath. People tended to treat him like glass because he seemed so slight -- but his powers lent him to be handled more roughly, though it was rare that anyone actually would. "Please."

You: And Tony knew. That Peter's powers made him able to take on damage easily, and translated into the bedroom-- it opened up a world of possibilities. "If my baby asks..." He murmurs lowly in his ear, pulling his head back sharply by his hair. Pressing his lips to the boy's throat, he started sucking a hickey there, while pulling his hand back to spank him again, harder, actually using his muscles for it. "Like that, or more?"

Stranger: This time, as Tony started to suck a hickey into his throat and swatted him again, an actual moan bubbled up -- and his eyelids fluttered, toes curling as he pressed into the way that Tony held onto him. "God--/yes,/ Daddy, just like that, please--" His voice was hoarse and unsteady, body quivering with a wave of thrill, his own cock hard and aching in his jeans and rubbing against the red lace against him.

You: "There you go. My little brat all pliant for me," He murmured into the skin of his neck, kissing up to his jaw to suck a hickey behind his ear. Spanking him once more, he moved the hand immediately after, sliding it under the boy's pants and underwear to cup his bare flesh directly. "But now, I need you to show me your panties, baby. Can you do that for me?"

Stranger: Peter nodded, almost immediately, and he reached down to open his jeans, gasping with a whine when his cock, straining against the red lace, sprung free. He was able to move just enough so that he could push his pants down, then, stretching back enough so he could push them off of him, leaving his lower body bare save the booty shorts that clung so tightly to him. When he was bare from the waist down he looked up at Tony through heavy eyelashes, seeking approval.

You: Tony let go of Peter so the boy could take off his pants, making no move to help him achieve that. There was an added pleasure to knowing the boy obeyed so, so well to whatever he said -- a true power trip. Tony's mouth immediately went dry at the sight of so much naked skin, and at the sight of red against pale skin. "You-- You're so sexy, fuck," He couldn't help but curse, holding him by the hips again and hiding his face in his neck, needing the small moment to breathe and not just come at the sight. Leaving small kisses on Peter's skin, he instead turned to his shirt, tugging it up gently to have the boy's torso bare as well.

Stranger: At the look on Tony's face, he flushed all over again -- and he shivered at each little kiss that Tony left on him before he let him pull off his shirt, chest heaving shallowly once he was left only in the red booty shorts that he would /really/ have to thank Ned later for convincing him to buy. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered, a little hoarse, and his cock just /ached/ against the lace that clung to him as he shifted a little, slotting himself closer.

You: "You're welcome, sweetheart," Tony murmured adoringly, taking a moment to appreciate Peter's body. Moving his hands, he caressed from his thighs up, tracing the curve of his ass, the gentle arch of his back, the soft skin of his firm chest where he teasingly flicked at his nipples, his elegant neck, and his flushed face, which he cupped, reverent. "You're beautiful, Peter," He murmured, kissing him again. Changing their positions slightly, he coaxed the boy onto his back on the couch, caging him against it on all fours, bodies pressed together.

#starker #tony stark #i was ned and then tony #spiderman #peter parker #spideyiron #avengers #iron man

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avengersohyeah · 7 years

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A/N : My tumblr went crazy so i had to repost this part .... FUCK!!

(Y/N)’s POV

“I.. I like you, (Y/N) like .. I’d like to hold your hands, I’d like to hug you, like I’d like to kiss you, that kind of like..” He looked down, concern and worries ebbing from him. I know how it felt, to finaly realize your feelings toward someone that you never thought you would. Dean, is straight in every sense possible, but then I came to his life and made him feels things he never felt towards a men before. At least thet’s what Sam told me, but being the stubborn ass myself, I keep on deniying the affection Dean gave me no more than brotherly affection. Now seeing him sitting there, eyes downcast, and the fact that he just admited his feeling for me makes my heart swell. I wanted to say it too, that i also like him, but my body moves faster than my brain could process.

He kissed back softly, snaking his hands to my hips, i stradle his muscular thighs and raked my hands to the back of his head, angling our head for a better access. The kiss become more and more heated, we poured the passions we tried to deny. Once that just meant as a soft innocent kiss from me turnned out to be more and more passionate as the seconds goes. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of his kiss, i let out an involuntary moan. Dean strightly shoved his tounge to my opened mouth, mapping each and every single place he could reach. Felling his tounge in my mouth, i locked my lips on it, and suck it back and forth. Dazed by the pleasure of it, Dean opened his eyes and pulled back a little while bitting at my lower lip. Panting hard, all of our senses are focused on eachother. We stare at each other searching a glint of love in eachother’s eyes, and we found ocean. Still gasping for an air, we both smiles and hold onto eachother tight. Making sure that we wouldn’t wake up from it like any other night i would dream about this. I closed my eyes, and let my body relax more and more. Enjoying the feeling of Dean’s heat that not only warm my body, but also warm my heart.

“So…. What was that for ?” Dean asked.

“I like you too silly ! Wasn’t that clear enough for you ?” I answered him, while I played with his hair at the back of his head nervously.

“Hmm..I think I need a little more assurance little boy..” He wiggled his eyebrows and lean to kiss me again, but I put my index finger to his lips.

“We’re on a hunt Dean, and Sam would be back soon.”

“How do you know he would be back soon ?”

“My power.. remember..?”

“Right… But does that mean you foresaw this ?” He gestured his hand toward both of us.

“No… I just saw when Sam leave the motel and when he’ll back, not even a glimpse of this..” i repeated his gesture.

As I finished pulling down my shirt, Sam opened the door. All of us looked at each other, and Sam being perceptive guy he is, give us understanding look.

“Soooo…….” He drawled

“Zip it Sam!” Dean responded fast

“Well good for you two, but no funny business while I’m around. As much as I’m happy you finally together I don’t want to witness anything.”

He put the foods he carried on the table and the other two followed to enjoy our dinner.

The next morning I woke up to a feeling of someone breathing behind my neck, and whoever arm that is, is the strongest arm that ever huged me this tight. I wiggled in my sleep hazzed mind, only to be halted by the tightening of the arm that pulled me plush to his chest. I sighed out of the comfort this arm and chest owner gave me. I put my hands on his arm and intertwine our fingers, I wiggled back to his chest, but my eyes shot open. The feel of something hard, long and thick sliding between my butt cheeks startle me. Then the memories of last night rushing to my brain, after dinner, the bothers settled for a drink. But beeing a light drinker I am, I pased out after four or five glass they gave me. I lift the comforter and I feel relief washed over me, I still have my clothes on, so nothing happens then? I looked back and see Dean, I let my body relax to the feel of his body, and the way his hips rocking back and forth onto my butt slowly arouse me. I responded to his movements, hips moving in unison, my dick’s getting hard slowly at the feeling of Dean’s strained thick shaft. I tilted my head back, and rest it on Dean’s shoulder, my breath became faster as well as him. I wonder if he’s awake yet or not, but I couldn’t care less. I felt Deans hand that holds me raking down my front and dive right into my pants. At this point I’m glad that I always sleep without underwear on, and it seems that Dean like it too. He grabed my dick and start stroking in tune with his hips movement. Our breath getting heavier and heavier, I looked to the side and then met by Dean’s lust hazed eyes. The intensity of his gaze itself implify the twitch on my dick, he felt it too, and I felt his dick twitching on my butt too. He wishpered on my earin hushing voice

“You’re such a naughty boy you know that ?”

“I’m.. I’m always naughty and you know it… you like it…” I answer him breathless

“Yeah, I love it… I love the way you move your perfect butt, how warm it is around my dick…. If Sam wasn’t around I will surely take you right here and now …”

“Wait.. Sam is here ?.. We gotta stop..” The reminder of Sam existence makes me worry, yet it sends a shiver on my spine and made mi dick twitch on dean’s grasp.

“Ahh.. I see… you like it don’t you ? the hance of we’re getting caught? I feel it (Y/N), you’re getting closer.. would you come for me ? come all over my hand ?”

“But Dean… ahhh.. shitt!...” (Y/N) cursed in a whisper

“Don’t worry, I’m right behind you… let go.. come for me little boy..” Then Dean claim my lips, shoving his tongue to my mouth to stiffle my whispered moan. I came, in spurts on the inside of my pants, on Dean’s caloused hand that stroked me. I feel it too, wetness on my butt, Dean’s cum sipping trough whatever he wear to sleep on to my pants. With our labored breath, the speed of our fast beating heart, and the feel of Dean’s tongue inside my mouth, made my mind hazzy and again, I fell to the island of sleep again.

I woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around me, then it’s like déjà vu the arm tightening around my body.

“wake up sleepyhead…” It’s Dean, oh my.. how his gruff is so sexy even in this early in the morning

“I am Dean… You have a good sleep ?”

“I am… especially after your gift..this morning..” He smirked

“My gift ?.. Wha…oh shit that wasn’t a dream was it ?”

“Nope” His response to my question

“Sam… hi din’t hear a thing did he ?” I panicked

Dean just chuckling and looked at me with so much adoration that makes me feel so full “Don’t worry, he sleeps like he’s dead, plus he had a lot last night…” He kissed my forehead.

“Oh… okay then…”

“And now that he can wake up any moment, maybe we should try to get to the real thing …” He wiggled his eyebrows

“You’re kinky little prick!”

Our morning then started like usual, i would pack our belongings, and Sam would take a shower, while Dean get Baby ready. The last case didn’t give any signs about the Rating Game, nor the individuals that might involved in it. What the vampire said weeks ago still linger in my mind. Sacrifice of sixteen troops, when I look back, there was fiveteen people that related to me killed after my father left. And now after what the vampire said, it is clear that someone tried to force me to oin the game. But for what ? I don’t even know there’s such a game, because I’m Chronos’s son? I’m not even sure he’s my father. But if they are not trying to make me join the game, then why they killed my family ? Why now ? I was lost in my deep thought when Sam called me.

“Hey (Y/N) I’m done, you can use the bathroom now..”

“Oh.. yeah okay… thanks Sam ..”

“You okay ?”

“No… I’m not, I’m just confused that’s all” I grabed my change clothes then headed to the bathroom without second glance.

After all of us was ready, we drove to the nearest dinner in town. Sam had his chicken and salad, I had my beacon, toast, and salad too, while Dean and his cholesterol combo, fries, and burger. We were caught up in our conversation about how Dean was oogling on my butt while I wasn’t looking, or how Sam would always whine to me when Dean used his laptop and made it stoped working because of porn sites, and even about how I became more agresife while interogating someone. All and all the morning seems pleasing. And I can’t help to look at Dean because of how he wouldn’t look away from me, and Sam would always pretend that he’s disgusted. But I know, Dean know, we all know that Sam is the one that always have our back even before we all realized. Dean excused himself to go to the bathroom, saying about how he put to much jalapeno in his burger, and Sam went to the cashier to pay. I was left alone, just staring outside the window next our table when I saw him. The men that killed my grandpa, the Alpha vampire standing there, and smirking outside the window. Without thinking, I run outside in hope to catch the bastard and skin him alive. And of course he has to ge gone when I’m finaly out. I whipped my head franctically, in hope to see maybe just a glimpse of him so I can go after him. But nothing, he just disapeared like he did after he killed your grandpa and your whole family.

“You okay? What happened?” Dean rushed to me and pulled me into his hug.

“I..i saw him, the alpha”

“Are you sure it’s him (Y/N) ?” Sam asked

“Yeah… I saw that bastard’s face once and I remember it always.”

“Can you look at his trace then ? where he goes ?” Dean pulled back and looked into my eyes

“I couldn’t he just vanished… Dean there were fiveteen people around me killed for the reason of recruiting me to the game. They need to kill one more, and it would be either of you… I .. i.. how if he’s coming for you?” By this point, the tears polled on the corner of my eyes.

“hey..hey sweetheart.. just calm down, we could take care of ourself just fine… besides, we have you to fight with us.. so don’t worry okay ?” He swipe his thumbs on my cheeks to soothe me. Sam, being the little shit he is decided to just tease his brother.

“You’re getting sappy while (Y/N)’s around….. I wanna throw up” He then just walks away to get into Baby. The comment itself ease the worries that clouded my mind that time, I let out a sigh and smile to this men that hold me tight.

Dean Winchester, I love you, I can’t really say it out loud right know. Im afraid that if I say it, and you say it too, would put you in danger of these people that tried to include me in their stupid game. I love you, I know that you feel it too, and I saw it from the way you look at me. I love you, I’ll tell you someday when I think that I’m ready, that we’re ready. But now we should make sure that the game would never begin, for the sake of the universe, for the sake of us, so I can tell you that I love you.

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